Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(37)

Her blue eyes went wide at the sight of him, and she took a little step back in spite of the warmth of his greeting—or rather, Singleton felt sure after a moment’s thought—because of it. He had known he would take Karen by surprise by treating her tenderly, but the obvious nervousness—if not outright fear—his open arms induced would serve him even better.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he said, in a stern voice of command. “I’m going to hug you now, and you’re going to accept it.”

Karen gave a startled little cry. The naughty hands with which she had covered her master’s property clutched at her left breast, tried to cover more of the tender triangle between her thighs where Singleton could see some of her yellow curls had grown back. Something would have to be done about that, he reflected: he could get an aesthetician here in the morning, he supposed, to prepare her pussy for the gangbang. Since she had been waxed before she would recover more quickly; twelve hours would be enough.

A part of him, the mental observer who kept watch on his state of mind during business meetings to ensure that he never did anything without a rational purpose, watched this emotional and erotic development in fascination. Karen’s vulnerability and her legal sexual subjugation to him, together with her need for masculine domination, called forth in Singleton nearly equal measures of burning, cock-hardening passion and heartwarming affection.

For a moment he contemplated advancing to where she stood in the doorway, apparently forgetting the danger of the neighbors seeing her naked in light of the greater danger of being embraced tenderly by her owner. To seize her that way didn’t represent the pinnacle of Singleton’s desires the way the alternative did, though—and he felt a sudden determination to get that alternative even if someone did emerge from the apartment across the hall.

“Come here, Karen,” he said. “Right now.”

Her face crumpled, and Singleton could see that this obedience had cost her more than taking her bathrobe off in the elevator—perhaps more than it would cost when the time came, so very soon, to lay herself over Singleton’s knee. Tears sprang up in the eyes she turned to him, and then turned downward hastily to his shoes, in fear of correction.

She came forward on hesitant feet, until he could take her in his arms at last, his crisp blue oxford against the soft bare skin of her little breasts, his woolen suit trousers against her hips, her thighs, her undoubtedly wet cunt.

“You may look me in the eye when you like, now, sweetheart,” Singleton said softly into her golden hair, fragrant with some floral shampoo. “Unless I tell you to look elsewhere.”

Karen shuddered at this news, delivered with meaningful emphasis on the final condition, for Singleton had made clear that to be commanded to look elsewhere had a very particular meaning. When he told his sexual possession to look in a certain direction, she would be turning her eyes to his hard cock, ready for her pleasurable service.

“It’s time for your punishment now, Karen. Do you understand?” He spoke the words gently and slowly, but he felt her body tense as she took them in. She nodded quickly against his shirt, a little sob sounding from her chest. Singleton could feel the moisture of her tears now soaking through his shirt, and the simultaneous tenderness and rapacious erotic arousal he felt overwhelmed his thoughts for a moment, made him struggle to remember what he had meant to say next.

The hardness of his desire down below, though, where he could practically feel the heat of his girl’s cunt through his trouser leg, recalled it to mind.

“I have to teach you a lesson about your responsibilities,” he continued in a soft voice. “I have to teach you about what you need, and what you need to do. I have to teach you that even if I love you as a sweet, intelligent, beautiful young woman, I will also use you, and punish you, like the dirty whore I bought for my pleasure.”

Karen’s whole body reacted to these shameful words: she whimpered, and she clung to him, returning his embrace now for the first time, and she bucked her hips wantonly against his leg, seeking pleasure for her aching cunt despite herself.

“Say, yes, sir, slut,” Singleton said, his voice rising now into something near brutality, responding to the need her very limbs communicated to his.

“Yes, sir,” Karen cried. “Oh, God… please…”

“Please what?” Singleton asked in a growl.

But Karen didn’t answer, and he felt sure she didn’t even know for what she meant to beg.

“Go to my bedroom. It’s the door on the left. Kneel on the floor and wait for me. I’ll be in to spank you soon.”

He started to release her from his arms, but she still clung to him, a little sob coming from her chest, and he enfolded her again in the embrace, his heart very full. Karen sighed. Then, to his heart’s joy and his cock’s stiffening, she whispered, “Yes, sir.”



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Singleton let her wait five minutes while he ordered in Japanese takeout for later. He hoped and planned that both of them would be very hungry and very much in need of sustenance. Then, rolling up his right sleeve, he walked through the door to see Karen kneeling naked there, her eyes downcast despite his having given her permission to look him in the face.

The urge just to take off his clothes, to skip the spanking he had planned and to move straight to enjoying the mouth, the cunt, the bottom he had yearned for and upon which he had spent so much money, nearly overcame him. But he meant this arrangement to answer even deeper needs. He stood before her and took her chin in his hand, turned it firmly up so that her eyes met his.