His Master Returned Smelling of Another Woman

The cage lock gave with a metallic click she knew by heart. She did not look up from the floor. She had learned that any delay was paid for later, and that night, by the way he was breathing, she guessed he was already carrying something with him.

—Out. To the study —he said, no more than that, turning before checking whether she followed.

She came out on all fours, naked, the icy floor biting into her knees and palms. She moved down the hallway listening to the echo of his footsteps on the wood and, beneath his usual cologne, caught another detail that made the nape of her neck prickle: a sweet, чужent scent, of a young woman, mixed with the thick smell of recent sex.

She recognized it before entering. Vicente had left that afternoon with an excuse he did not need to give, and he was coming back marked.

In the study he dropped into the leather armchair and loosened his belt with calculated slowness. He lowered his trousers just enough, spread his knees, and looked down at her with that half-smile she had learned to fear and crave in equal measure.

—Here, in the middle —he ordered, giving the space between his thighs a dry slap—. On your knees.

She wedged herself between his legs. The heat of his skin reached her face before he took her by the hair and brought his nose to her groin.

—Smell —he murmured, unhurried—. Slowly. I want you to recognize the other woman’s trail.

She inhaled. His smell was there, familiar, but wrapped in something that did not belong to him: a floral perfume, far too fresh, and underneath it the unmistakable scent of another woman. She felt her stomach twist with humiliation and, at the same time, a hot stab between her legs that betrayed her at once.

—Do you feel it? —he asked, stroking the back of her neck with firm fingers—. Her name is Marina. Twenty-six years old, skin without a single mark. I met her in a downtown hotel and she did not leave that room the same way she came in.

***

He made her rub her cheek against his sex, slowly, marking her with the other woman’s trace while he talked.

—She arrived nervous, not really knowing where she was getting herself into —he went on, lowering his voice—. I sat her on the edge of the bed and explained the rules. Not to look me in the eye without permission. Not to come without asking. That every time she made a mistake, she’d pay for it with an open hand.

She listened with ragged breathing, her face pressed to his skin, feeling how each word opened a hollow in her chest.

—She held out longer than I expected —he continued, tightening his fingers in her hair—. I bent her over the bed, chest against the mattress and ass in the air. Every slap made her moan a little louder, until she stopped asking for mercy and started asking for something else. I marked her skin with the belt until it was a beautiful red, and by then she was already begging me not to stop.

He made her lick the base of his cock, where the sweat of the afternoon still clung, and she obeyed with her tongue flat, slowly, while the чужent scent flooded her nose.

—Can you imagine the noise? —he said—. My hand on her ass in an empty room. The smell of sex and fear from a girl who discovers, too late, that she likes obeying.

He lowered a hand and drove two fingers between her legs. She was soaked. He felt her shudder at the contact, felt her drip onto the leather chair without being able to help it.

—Look at you —he said with disgust, smearing her own wetness over her lips—. I tell you how I wrecked another woman and you start dripping like you were the one under me. Does it turn you on that much knowing my cock was inside her while you were rotting in the cage?

—Yes, Master... —she answered in a thread of a voice, trembling with desire and shame in equal measure.

***

Without warning, he seized her hair with both hands and shoved his cock into her mouth in a single thrust, all the way to the back. She gagged, eyes filling with tears, but he did not ease up. He started moving with a hard rhythm, forcing her to swallow him whole while Marina’s perfume stayed nailed in her throat.

—Careful with your teeth —he warned, never stopping—. Hers was smaller than yours, but she used her tongue better. She sucked me off out of the corner of her eye, terrified and aroused at the same time, knowing that if she stopped she’d get another belt lash.

He pulled his cock from her mouth for an instant, just enough for her to catch her breath through the coughing, and gave her a soft backhand across the cheek, more humiliating than painful.

—I haven’t finished telling you how she ended up. How she swallowed the last drop and showed me her clean tongue, so ashamed she couldn’t even look at me. That is obedience. That is what you’ve been trying to learn for months.

He hauled her off the floor in one jerk, ignoring her protest, and shoved her against the desk. Her chest hit the wood and the papers flew up into the air. He pressed her cheek to the hard surface with one hand.

—Face down. Lean on it and stick your ass out —he ordered in a glacial voice.

She obeyed, trembling, ass raised and legs spread. She felt his cock brush her entrance, still wet with saliva and the other woman’s trace.

—Let’s see if you can take what Marina took before she started begging —he said, unrolling the belt—. She was pleading for mercy with every hit. You’re going to stay quiet, knowing another one has already gone through this same thing a couple of hours ago.

***

He gave one sharp slap to one cheek and the print of his fingers appeared at once. He wrapped the belt around his hand, leaving barely a few centimeters of leather free, and brought down the first lash. The sound boomed through the study.

—Open wider —he growled, holding her neck against the table.

He positioned himself behind her and entered her with a firm shove, without ceremony. She muffled a cry against the wood. He began to fuck her with a mechanical rhythm, pulling out almost entirely and plunging back in to the base, making her body lurch forward with each удар.

—I still have to tame Marina —he panted, landing another belt strike on her thigh—. She’s still keeping that fear that amuses me, that resistance. But I already know you completely. I already know where your limits are and I love getting close to them without asking your permission.

He drew the leather across her skin right where his cock was sliding in and out, mixing the burn of the lash with the pressure of the sex. She moaned, a thick blend of pain and something that was far too much like pleasure.

—She looked at me with hope, as if this were the beginning of something —he went on—. You already know what you are. You know you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow and I’ll care exactly fucking nothing.

He passed the belt in front of her neck, not tightening it, just enough to force her to arch her back, and pulled her back while he kept fucking her with a force that made her cry out against the table.

—Tell me you like being used while I think about the other one —he ordered, breath ragged, sweat dripping onto her back—. Tell me you feel my cock after it’s been in her.

—I like it... —she gasped, voice breaking—. I like being the one who receives you at the end, Master.

***

He sped up. The pounding of his pelvis against her ass became constant, wet, brutal. He delivered one last belt strike to the inner side of her thigh, one of the most sensitive places, just as he felt her beginning to tense.

—Don’t even think about it —he growled in her ear, feeling the first tremor—. You’re forbidden to come. If I feel a single contraction that isn’t to take me, I’ll lock you away for a full week without anyone touching you. You’ll stay like this, loaded and empty, while I come.

He gave her the last hip thrusts, deeper and deeper, and with a final slam that flattened her against the wood, he emptied himself inside her. He felt his whole body relax while she whimpered with pure frustration, holding back her own orgasm for fear of punishment.

He stayed there a moment, buried in her, savoring the trembling of her legs.

—Marina came three times this afternoon —he whispered with contempt before pulling out abruptly—. You’re going to stay soaked and aching with need burning inside you, so you learn that your pleasure means absolutely nothing to me compared to mine.

He pulled up his trousers without cleaning himself, letting the mixture slide down her thighs to the floor.

—Back to the cage. Don’t wash. I want you smelling like me all night.

He gave her a gentle shove, loaded with contempt, so she would move away from the desk. She let herself fall to the floor, legs trembling and ass burning from the belt. The semen began to slide down her slit and stain the study floor.

—Crawl —he ordered, adjusting his belt—. And don’t close your legs. I want you leaving the trail all through the hallway.

She obeyed, dragging herself along on her knees, feeling the cold floor and the humiliation of moving like that, used and discarded. He walked behind her, watching her exhausted body advance with difficulty. When they reached it, she went into the cage and curled up in the usual corner.

Before closing the gate, he crouched and grabbed her face to force her to look at him one last time.

—Tomorrow I’m seeing her again —he said with a cruel smile—. I liked the way she learns so much I’m thinking of repeating it. And you’re going to be here, locked up, imagining every lash I give her and every time she comes for me. You’re going to sleep with her smell on your skin, knowing she’s my new toy and you’re only the one who gets what’s left.

The padlock shut with a dull удар that echoed through the whole room. She closed her eyes and, in the darkness, the other woman’s scent was still there, mixed with her own, reminding her exactly where she belonged.