EroticReverie

Callie - One Week Later

While I wasn't officially "moved in" , I had been staying here, each night, just as Cassian demanded I would. Just as he didnt even need to demand, because he already knew I'd gladly sleep in his bed more than one or twice a week. 

I wasn't a jealous person really, and I knew Cassian and the deal when I'd first agreed to be his submissive. The deal was, he had several others. Currently eight of us to be exact, some more present than others at times. Due to the busy lives of some of the other women. 

I've met them all, and get along with each just fine. But if I was going to be the only one allowed to sleep in his bed, then I wanted to be the only one that got fucked in it. Between all the bedrooms and other places and rooms he could hold sessions with his submissives, I allowed myself the balls to demand that if it was "our" bed, then it was only us that were allowed in it. 

I wasn't really sure what it meant to be wanted by Cassian this way. To be the only submissive he'd ever allowed in his bed over night, and to now demand that I stay with him everynight. I wasn't a girlfriend, was I? No. I was still a submissive, a slave. Maybe I was just...the star pupil of the "Class" ?  I didn't want to push my luck with him, so I didnt bring up the whole "What does this mean?" , I was fine with being whatever I was to him. I think. 

I smile at Esme, who comes down the stairs with Cassian, stopping in the kitchen, for him to grab her a bottle of water for the road. He'd been up there with her for two and half hours. I wasn't jealous, but I was desperate for some of his attention.

"See ya" Esme chirps, pushing up on her toes, as Cassian smiles sweetly at her, grabbing just her chin as he leans down, placing a small peck on her lips, making Esme smile. 

"See ya." I say when she smiles at me, wiggling her fingers in a goodbye. I liked Esme, she was definitely the sweetest of any of us. The golden retriever of submissives. Low pain tolerance, lots of limits. I'm sure Cassian loved that. A girl that could set boundaries for him. Okay, so maybe I was a little jealous , but not because I didnt want her being his submissive, just jealous that I was the only one who seemed to be broken. Was that why he liked me enough to want me in his bed? Was I just a fixer upper? Would he cut me loose the second I started screaming out safe words, proclaiming me healed?  I shove down that thought, and shove a spoon full of yogurt and berries into my mouth. 

Cassian is behind me , hands on my shoulders, peering over at the I pad as I read the news. 

"How are you feeling?" he asks me, a common question, a too common question this past week, as if he half expects me to pull my break down from last week or threaten to leave.

"Good." I answer after swallowing. "How was the session?" I ask. 

"good." he says and leans down and places a kiss on my neck, his hands on my shoulders sliding down my arms, I let my spoon fall into the bowl of almost finished yogurt as I drop my arms. 

"Up." he says as he grabs my shirt, lifting it slowly, and I raise my arms, licking my lips as I exhale. 

My hair spills back down through the neck of the shirt and falls down my back as he sets the shirt on the counter. His hand brushes my hair to the side. 

"Tell me if you get too cold." he says, unsnapping my bra and I nod. 

"Yes sir." I say softly , making him groan as he slips the straps down my arms and bares my tits. 

"Much better." he says , his hands coming around as he kisses on my neck, gently cupping my breasts.

I'd been naked more each day this past week than I'd ever been, or at the very least, topless. 

"Are you done eating?" he asks. I nod. 

"Go clean your dish." he says and I swallow, his fingers slipping over my nipples before dragging his hands from me. 

"Yes sir." I answer him and slip off the stool as he watches me go to the sink with my dish. 

He had house staff that could do this, but this past week, they were barely here. I found myself cleaning up, doing dishes, cooking what I knew how, and dusting, and mopping and sweeping, doing laundry. And by the end, I was always a sopping wet mess from Cassian watching me the entire time. 

He just leans against the wall, watching me as I rinse the dish, grab a sponge and soap and clean out my dish and my spoon. 

I dry them. Putting them away, rinsing the sink, wringing out the sponge and placing it back where it belongs and then wiping down my hands with a towel to dry them.

I turn to him, his eyes on me, a soft smile on his face. 

"Please let me serve you more sir." I say my legs pressing together, my jean shorts still on. 

His smiles with satisfaction, him bossing me around, making me do little tasks, even the menial ones, all of them driving me crazy, and driving him crazy to watch me do them so eagerly and easily. 

"I'd like for you to take the rest of your clothes off....and sit right here." he taps the high table counter top. 

I do as he says, stripping down my shorts and panties and placing them on the other side of the counter next to my removed shirt and bra. 

His hands come to my waist and I bite my lip as he lifts me up on the counter.

"Show me your beautiful cunt."  he says and I exhale my legs spreading like fucking melted butter at his words. 

"spread it." he says and I lick my lip, reaching down, pulling my lips open gently with my fingers, then further, wide, exposing my pinkness to him, how wet I was. 

"Very nice." he says looking at it, stepping forward. I let out the tiniest of whimper as he raises his hand. 

"You make a sound...I stop." He says and I bite my lips together. 

"Other than your breathing. I don't want to hear a single word...a single peep. Do you understand pretty girl?" he asks. 

I nod silently. He grins. 

"Good girl." he says and then his thumb and the side of his forefinger are grabbing my throbbing clit gently and tugging, rubbing the sides of it and I swallow down every sound and he watches my face as I struggle with keeping quiet. Wanting to moan, wanting him to know how much I liked him touching me, how what he did to me felt too good. 

"Very good girl" he says and I almost let a whimper slip. 

"Such a sexy pussy" he says and then his forefinger slips away and his thumb, the pad of it swipes over my clit, his finger resting over the top of my pussy to the side as his thumb gently swipes up and down. 

"Good girl...hold it open" he says when I dont move my hand, letting him stroke my clit easily. I bite my lower lip so hard as he starts to make gentle circles around it. 

"Very good Crimson" he says and I hate that name now. I hate that he still calls me that. I prefer my real name on his lips. 

He knows it too because he sees the slight pinch my brows make whenever he uses it. 

"Such a good girl" he whispers and leans down and pushes my legs wider. 

"Let me get a taste of this good girl pussy" he says and i let out a breath that comes out with a slight moan and he looks up, cocking a brow.

"What was that?" he asks. I shake my head, my mouth pinched shut again. 

He gives me a long slow lick up over my cunt, from my aching center to my throbbing clit and I exhale and then snap my mouth shut again and lean back on my hands.

"hold your fucking cunt open" he growls and I let out a small whimper , not of pleasure, but of fear because id stopped before I was told to, I quickly return to spreading myself for him. 

His hands grab at my thighs. He growls as he licks me again up the middle and then pushes his tongue my clit and works me, making me curl my toes so fucking hard , my pussy dripping on the counter. 

"Mmmmmmm" he groans. "I love when you're a good girl and do as you're told" 

My mouth parts but nothing comes out but heavy breaths. 

He grins up at me. 

"I'm never satisfied, unless it's your cunt on my tongue..." 

"Never satisfied unless it's your mouth on my cock.."

Each sentence punctuated with a few flicks of his tongue over my clit.

"I can barely cum at all anymore unless it's with you"

"What has your sweet little pussy done to me pet?" 

"You were supposed to be the slave.....yet here I am...licking you like you're a queen and I'm the one at YOUR feet, begging to serve YOU" he says and bites my clit and I let a squeal and curse. It was an unfair move and he grins. 

"Let me hear you...queen" he groans. 

"oh shit" I cry at the relief of being able to fucking make noise and he chuckles and sucks hard on my clit and I yelp. He slaps my hands away finally and I lean back. 

"yes, yes" I cry, bucking my ass off the counter as he spreads me with his thumbs and his tongue gets me going out of my mind. 

"Cassian!" I cry his name, reaching one hand down and into his hair. 

"My god, yes, right there" I beg as his tongue works and his lips suck, making me tremble. 

"good girl" he growls. "such a good fucking girl" his voice rumbles against me. 

I yelp as he growls, grabbing my ass and pushing my hips up, making me lean back and fall onto my back as he lifts my ass in the air and buries his face in my face and sucks at my clit hard, biting and licking, making me curl my hands around the edge of the counter, almost my entire body lifted off the counter, legs over his upper arms and I scream as I cum hard on his mouth , panting as he licks me through it, not letting me get away as I scream when it becomes too much. 

With a loud groan he lowers me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like a savage and looking down at me. 

"You stay here......you rub this fucking pussy and fuck it with your fingers till I come back." 

"You do NOT...cum again, do you understand?" he asks with warning and I nod. 

I think he's just going in another room, to grab something, or I don't know, but my fingers stall when I hear the front door. I whimper as I rub my sensitive clit and then groan as I hear his car start. 

"Fuck" I cry, sinking my fingers into myself, wondering where the hell he's going, and how long he'll be gone. I know he has to be back in at least a few hours, for the event he's having tonight. 

"Keep rubbing pet." I hear his voice over the intercom. Knowing he's watching me from one the security cameras. 

"Cassian." I moan his name, knowing he can hear me. 

"Come back" I whine. 

"Don't stop pet. Or you don't come to the party tonight, and I'll have to choose one of the others to wear on my arm." he says and I whimper. 

"I won't stop" I whimper. 

"good girl. I'll be watching."