Her Master Came Back Smelling of Another Woman

The cage’s bolt gave way with a metallic snap she knew by heart. She did not lift her eyes from the floor. She had learned that any delay was paid for later, and that night, judging by the way he was breathing, she sensed he was already carrying something with him.

—Out. To the study —he said, without another word, turning away before checking whether she followed.

She crawled out, 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, unfamiliar scent, that of a young woman, mingled with the heavy smell of recent sex.

She recognized it before entering. Vicente had gone out that afternoon with an excuse he had not needed to give, and he had come 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 desire in equal measure.

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

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

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

She inhaled. His scent was there, familiar, but wrapped in something that did not belong to her: a floral perfume, too new, and beneath it the unmistakable aroma of another woman. She felt her stomach twist with humiliation and, at the same time, a hot throb between her legs that betrayed her instantly.

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

***

He forced her to rub her cheek against his sex, slowly marking her with the other woman’s trace as he spoke.

—She arrived nervous, not really knowing what she was getting into —he continued, lowering his voice—. I sat her on the edge of the bed and explained the rules. That she was not to look me in the eyes without permission. That she was not to come without asking. That every time she made a mistake, she would pay for it with my open hand.

She listened with ragged breathing, her face pressed against his skin, feeling each word open a hollow in her chest.

—She lasted longer than I expected —he continued, tightening his fingers in her hair—. I bent her over the bed, her chest against the mattress and her ass in the air. Each blow made her moan a little louder, until she stopped begging for mercy and started begging for something else. I marked her skin with the belt until I left it 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 remained, and she obeyed with her tongue flat, slowly, while the unfamiliar scent flooded her nose.

—Can you imagine the sound? —he said—. My hand striking her ass in an empty room. The smell of sex and fear from a girl discovering, too late, that she likes to obey.

He lowered one hand and sank two fingers between her legs. She was soaked. He noticed how she shuddered at the contact, how she dripped onto the leather of the armchair, unable to stop herself.

—Look at you —he said contemptuously, rubbing his own wetness over her lips—. I tell you how I fucked another woman raw and you start gushing as if you were the one underneath me. Does it turn you on that my cock was inside her while you rotted in the cage?

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

***

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

—Watch your teeth —he warned her without stopping his thrusts—. Hers was smaller than yours, but she used her tongue better. She sucked me while glancing at me from the corner of her eye, terrified and hungry at the same time, knowing that if she stopped, she would get another belt strike.

He pulled his cock from her mouth for a moment, just long enough for her to draw breath between coughs, and gave her a light backhand across the cheek, more humiliating than painful.

—I haven’t finished telling you how it ended yet. How she swallowed every last drop and showed me her clean tongue, so ashamed she could not even look at me. That is obedience. That is what you have been trying to learn for months.

He hauled her up from the floor, ignoring her whimper, and shoved her against the office desk. Her chest struck the wood and the papers went flying. With one hand, he pressed her cheek against the hard surface.

—Turn around. Brace yourself and stick out your ass —he ordered in an icy voice.

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

—Let’s see whether you can take as much as Marina did before she started begging —he said, unrolling the belt—. She begged for mercy with every blow. You are going to stay quiet, knowing another woman went through this very same thing a couple of hours ago.

***

He gave one sharp slap to a buttock, and the mark of his fingers appeared instantly. He wrapped the belt around his hand, leaving only a few inches of leather free, and brought down the first lash. The sound reverberated through the study.

—Spread wider —he growled, holding the nape of her neck against the desk.

He positioned himself behind her and entered her with a firm thrust, without mercy. She stifled a cry against the wood. He began pounding into her with a mechanical rhythm, withdrawing almost completely and then burying himself to the base, making her body slide forward with every impact.

—I still have to tame Marina —he panted, delivering another belt strike to her thigh—. She still has that fear I find entertaining, that resistance. But I already know you completely. I know where your limits are, and I love approaching them without asking your permission.

He struck her skin with the leather exactly where his cock entered and withdrew, mixing the sting of the blow with the pressure of sex. She moaned, a thick mixture of pain and something far too much like pleasure.

—She looked at me hopefully, as if this were the beginning of something —he continued—. You already know what you are. You know you will not be able to sit down tomorrow, and I will not give a damn.

He brought the belt around the front of her neck, not tightening it, just enough to force her to arch her back, and pulled backward while continuing to fuck her with a force that made her moan against the desk.

—Tell me you like being used while I think about the other woman —he ordered, his breath ragged and sweat dripping onto her back—. Tell me you can feel my cock after it has been inside her.

—I like it... —she gasped, her 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 final belt strike to the inner part of her thigh, one of the most sensitive places, just as he felt her beginning to tense.

—Don’t you dare —he growled in her ear, feeling the first tremor—. You are forbidden to come. If I feel a single contraction that is not for receiving me, I will lock you up for an entire week without letting anyone touch you. You will stay like this, full and empty, while I come.

He gave her the last thrusts of his hips, each one deeper than the last, and with a final thrust that crushed her against the wood, he emptied himself inside her. He felt his whole body relax while she whimpered in sheer frustration, holding back her own orgasm out of fear of punishment.

He remained there for a moment, buried inside her, enjoying the trembling of her legs.

—Marina came three times this afternoon —he whispered contemptuously before pulling out of her abruptly—. You are going to stay soaked and burning with need inside, so you learn that your pleasure does not mean a damn thing to me compared with mine.

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

—To the cage. Don’t wash. I want you to smell of me all night.

He gave her a gentle shove, heavy with contempt, to move her away from the desk. She collapsed onto the floor, her legs trembling and her ass burning from the belt. Semen began sliding down between her thighs and staining the wood of the office.

—Crawl —he ordered, adjusting his belt—. And don’t close your legs. I want you to leave a trail all along 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 struggle forward. When they arrived, she entered the cage and curled up in her usual corner.

Before closing the gate, he crouched down and seized her face, forcing her to look at him one last time.

—I’m seeing her again tomorrow —he said with a cruel smile—. I liked the way she learns so much that I intend to repeat it. And you are going to be here, locked up, imagining every blow I give her and every time she comes for me. You will sleep with her scent on your skin, knowing that she is my new toy and you are only the one who gets what is left over.

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