Page 37 of Corruption
“Yes, that’s precisely what we’ll do,” I declared, releasing her wrists to allow her to continue. She grabbed the sides of my pants, and I shifted slightly to assist her in lowering them. I needed this. I yearned for her to alleviate every bit of tension with her warm, wet mouth. I grasped her hair, guiding her toward me, and she obediently opened her mouth. Going further than usual, I couldn’t help but smile, pleased with her progress. My body trembled slightly as the pent-up stress began to dissipate, and I guided her head up and down on me. As I looked down, I once again relished the sensation of having her under my control. My grip wasn’t too firm, allowing Alison to pull back slightly. She responded by swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, causing my hips to involuntarily thrust forward. I felt the onset of an orgasm building as I watched her skillfully use her techniques.
However, as she continued to tease me, arousing excitement through her tantalizing licks and sucking, I noticed my grip was loosening even more, granting her more freedom to move. Suddenly, the pleasurable sensations gave way to irritation, as I realized I wouldn’t climax from witnessing her humiliation. Instead, I was on the brink of orgasm because she had actually managed to make me enjoy it. My thoughts swirled like her tongue around the tip of my cock, trapping me inside my own mind. The climax was imminent but remained frustratingly out of reach. I tightened my grip on her hair, urging her down upon me, and though it caught her off guard, she soon grew relaxed under my grasp. Alison was learning too quickly, and it was diminishing my enjoyment. With a growl, I pulled her away from me, causing a little saliva to dribble down her chin, as she hadn’t had time to close her mouth. She emitted a slurping sound, attempting to prevent the saliva from escaping further, but there was no true satisfaction in witnessing her slightly disheveled appearance.
“Why are you getting worse at this?” I snapped at her before pushing her back and hastily pulling on my pants.
“Worse?” she retorted, clearly offended.
“Yes, worse, pet. It appears that even an old dog can’t learn new tricks,” I taunted, though I was well aware that my anger was primarily directed at myself. Had I not noticed how Alison’s skillful use of her mouth had started to truly arouse me, I would have climaxed. I would have felt that sweet release coursing through me, watched her swallow my cum, and then hated myself even more afterward. I reached out, encircling her jaw with my hand and applying pressure, causing her to wince slightly.
“Did your husband never correct your sloppy technique?” I asked.
“You came the other times,” she retorted.
“Yes, but you were more skilled then. Now you’re just... boring.”
“Boring?” she exclaimed in disbelief.
“I think I’d be more entertained reading the newspaper.”
“Remember who requested this. Remember who demanded that I suck his cock and thank him when he finishes in my mouth with his delightful release!” she snarled.
Good, her anger, I thought. I wanted that fire. I craved her rage because it brought us back to the roles that we both understood.
“I had hoped you’d improve, but it seems like you’re only getting worse, and it truly feels like a dog attempting to pleasure me.”
“Yes, because you surely know what that feels like, Master,” she mocked me with a cruel smile.
“I see you’ve woken up with renewed energy. Have you already forgotten that I’ve set your life ablaze? Shall I take you again while we watch that timer count down?” I challenged, observing her smile fade quickly. She looked down, avoiding my gaze, so I gently shook her. “Well?”
“No, Master,” she replied.
I pushed her away once more, and she reached out to grab the coffee table behind her. I stood up, noticing that Alison was still wearing the same clothes from the previous day.
“Why are you still dressed?” I asked, my voice dripping with anger.
“Do you want me to be naked all the time here as well?” she retorted.
“Yes.”
“But—”
“In this room, you will remain naked and available to me at all times,” I commanded. “So undress.”
“What a delightful morning mood you’re in, Master,” she snapped as she began removing her clothes. She discarded her t-shirt and then removed her pants. When she took off her panties, I snapped my fingers and extended my open hand.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people?” she asked as she placed her dark panties in my hand.
“Those people?” I inquired.
“The kind who likes to sniff women’s underwear.”
A faint smile graced her lips, and I raised an eyebrow in response, but Alison remained silent.
“No, these will serve a different purpose, as my slave has grown remarkably sassy despite the harsh lesson from yesterday, and evidently, her mouth can’t be put to any good use anymore,” I stated firmly.
She shot a glare in my direction, but I reached out and inserted my fingers into her mouth. Without resistance, she opened wider, allowing me to push them in deeper, resulting in that familiar choking sound before I withdrew. Her mouth remained agape, so I stuffed her own panties inside. When she attempted to expel them, I firmly covered her mouth with my hand, making sure not to obstruct her nose. Her rapid breathing and defiant gaze showed her desire to push me away.
“I’m not a morning person, as you’ve observed. Therefore, my disobedient little slut, you will not provoke your Master with that bratty mouth of yours. You’re aware I’ve held back on those spankings. Do you truly desire me to mark your delicate skin? Do you want me to reveal just how severe it can become?” I warned.
