Her Father, My Master: Mentor (7 page)

"Yes, sir."  My voice quavered as I spoke.  My entire body was honed to razor sharpness, focusing utterly and completely on whatever he did to me.  Even the touch of that simple fur was bringing me to new heights of pleasure.  I couldn't believe that he could do this, but he did.

"I think it's time for something a little more," he said now, and I heard footsteps as he moved around the room once again.  Then I heard a somewhat unfamiliar sound.  The clink of glass, perhaps?  I confusedly waited for him to do what it was that he had in mind.

He said one simple word.  "Ice."  I tensed and braced myself, willing myself not to flinch when I felt that inevitable coldness.  I was never able to deal well with the cold, and I knew this would be no exception.

Even though I was prepared for it, I still flinched when I felt that icy, glassy cube hit my shoulder.  The shoulder - I hadn't been expecting that.  But I braced myself against the sensation, willing myself to last longer, longer against it.  It felt like a steel-cold needle
pressing into my flesh, and I was so sensitive, the pain of it was near excruciating.

"Wax," Mr. Hendricks now said, and I felt a drop of liquid fire on my cooled skin.  I bit back a scream.  The word 'gatling' had nearly escaped my lips, and the only thing keeping it inside my more were my teeth, now biting down on my tongue.

After that initial fiery sensation had worn away, I experienced the most amazing feeling.  My shoulder was numb with cold, yet on fire at the same time.  I was constricting and expanding, my skin and entire body tingling from the strange sensation.  It felt exquisite, like nothing I'd ever felt before.  I realized I wanted more.  It felt amazing.

"What an insatiable little thing you are," Mr. Hendricks said as he worked different parts of my body, first icing them to the point of near-complete numbness, then bringing the feeling in my skin roaring back with the hot wax.  I was shivering now.  I felt like my body was now a vessel, a conduit whose only purpose was for Mr. Hendricks to transfer pleasure directly to my mind.  It throbbed and pulsed with need as he continued to tend to me, but I didn't moan, I didn't beg for him.  I knew he would satisfy me in due time, if I was a good enough student.

After I enduring the delicate pleasure that the ice and wax brought to my breasts, Mr' Hendricks gave another wondering query.  "I didn't think you'd be ready for this tonight, but I'm going to try it."  I squirmed slightly, curious as to what he meant.
  I found out soon enough.  I felt something rubbery being pressed against my lips, and almost instinctively, I opened my mouth.  It was a rubber ball.  A ball gag.

"Can you handle this?" Mr. Hendricks asked before tying the thing around my head.  I nodded immediately.  I wanted to handle anything he gave me, right now.  I existed only to please him, and for him to please me.  "If you need to stop now," he spoke as he tied the gag off, "just snap your fingers twice.  Snap your fingers now, if you understand me."  I obeyed, my thumb and index finger quickly making the familiar snapping motion.  "Good girl," he murmured, and I sensed his body move on top of me, and press down on my smaller form.

I wanted to gasp, but the ball interrupted my airflow somewhat.  I panicked momentarily, and nearly snapped my fingers right then and there, but I forced myself to calm down.  I could still breathe through my nose.

I didn't want to stop, because his naked body was right on top of mine, pressing down on every nerve and bit of skin that had been electrified by his earlier teasing.  I writhed underneath him, willing him to take me, please take me, please give me that release that he'd so careful been cultivating over the last 10, 15, 20 minutes.  I didn't even know what time it was.  I trusted him to keep track of that.  To keep track of everything.  The only thing I had to do was not snap my fingers.  Not use the safe word.

"I can feel your need for me," he hissed now
into my ear
, his engorged cock pressing against my stomach.

I wanted to say yes, with all my being, but I couldn't.  I moaned around the ball gag instead, and he gave a low chuckle.  "My poor little student.  Your lesson isn't over yet."  And then his onslaught on my body began.  He started by licking and teasing at my ear, and then he suddenly, savagely, bite down on it.  Pain welled up inside me like molten lava, it flowed through my veins and into my brain.  I squealed around the rubber ball, and Mr. Hendricks stopped abruptly.

"Remember the safe word," he said, his disembodied voice floating around my ears, and I nodded.  "Snap your fingers if you want me to stop."  I didn't.

He worked his way downwards, and I felt his tender caress along my jaw, my neck, my collarbones.  I pressed upwards against him, and my hyper-stimulated, utterly hard nipples brushed against his chest hair as he moved.  God, he was so arousing, I thought I was going to burst right then and there.

He teased me, lingering at my collarbone for what felt like eons.  I wanted to beg him to move downwards, please, to give me release.  I moaned, long and low, and that seemed to urge him into action again.  Now, he nuzzled my breasts, one after the other, and each touch of his lips, his nose was a tingling pin against my nerves.  I wanted to feel so much more.

I nearly squealed when I felt his warm, wet tongue run against my nipple, and then the teeth came.  He bit down, not as harshly as he had to my ear, but the pain rose up inside me again.  This time however, I was expecting it, and just knowing it was coming transformed that pain into the most exquisite pleasure.  I moaned again, even more loudly around the gag, and Mr. Hendricks chuckled once more.  And then he moved lower still.

My body was now shaking like a leaf when I felt his lips flutter again
st my belly, giving me butterfly
kisses.  A throb coursed through my drenched vulva when he nosed my sparse pubic hair.  I wanted to scream, tell him to stop teasing me and just give me my climax when he carefully avoided my quivering mound, merely kissing around it, but I knew I couldn't, I wouldn't.  He would do with me as he pleased, and I would accept what pleasure he gave me.

But finally, finally after what seemed like decades of waiting, his tongue lightly flicked out, and just barely brushed against my aching, engorged folds.  The effect was immediately.  I groaned and shook, arching my back, trying to press my body against that tongue.  But I was held fast by my bonds, I couldn't move hardly an inch.

And Mr. Hendricks knew it, oh, he knew it well.  He took full advantage of it too.  At first, he merely dipped inside my sweet folds, he tongue darting in and out, quick, like a snake's
tongue.  I moaned and bucked, the sensation close to overwhelming.  His tongue was like an iron against my cunt, and each touch sent a throb through my body.

He tasted and teased me for long minutes, his tongue starting at the bottom of my pussy, then drawing its way up, stopping just short of my tender clit.  Please, please go further, just a little further, I wanted to say, but I couldn't, I just couldn't.

But Mr. Hendricks couldn't put it off forever, and without warning, his tongue suddenly and firmly pressed down on that aching button.  I arched my back, fire running anew through my veins as I was brought to dizzying heights.  That one touch brought me so close to my climax, so insanely close…

And then the teeth came.  I honestly wasn't expecting it this time, and the pain brought me completely out of the moment.  Stars in my eyes from the hurting,  I frantically struggling against my bonds.  I needed the pain to stop, I needed to do something to make it stop.  I screamed through the ball gag, but he continued to clamp down, abusing my clit, squeezing it harshly between his incisors.

Abruptly, I remembered the signal, and desperately snapped my fingers twice.  And the pain stopped.  I breathed a heavy sigh of relief around the gag, and my poor, abused, over-stimulated body relaxed somewhat.  Only somewhat.

Mr. Hendricks voice floated into my ears once again, smooth and sultry.  "My poor student, has she had enough for the night?  Snap your fingers if you want me to stop."  I didn't snap my fingers.  "I thought as much.  Snap your fingers if you don't want me to fill you and fuck you."  There wasn't a doubt in my mind.  I splayed my fingers out, keeping them from even touching each other.  I needed my master to fuck me hard.

He laughed lowly, and I felt the bed bounce as he repositioned himself.  I knew what was coming.  And I needed it, more than anything else in the world right now.  I needed him.

I jumped as I felt his thighs butt up against my own, and swiftly, oh so quickly, I sensed his pulsing rod moving between the slick folds of my pussy.  This is it, this is what I'd been waiting for all night.  This is what all the teasing led up to.

"You know what this is?" he asked me, petting my legs as he pushed, ever so slightly.  I could feel his tip against my tight hole, threatening to enter me even as he spoke.  "This is your reward for being such a good student."  And then he thrust.

I gasped around the gag, lifting my head off of the slick sheets.  Without sight, I was able to focus completely on the feeling of him filling me to the brim,  his mammoth of a cock invading my body.
  It was like every nerve in my body had scurried to the walls of my vagina.  I was sensitive, so sensitive I could feel every last millimeter of him.
  And he filled me so well.  It was like my pussy was made for his cock.

"Such a good little student," he groaned, thrusting in and out of me now.  He hunched his body over mine
;
I could feel his presence, the heat of his body emanating fiercely onto my sensitive skin.  I wanted to curl up around him, pull him close on top of me, feel his weight as well as his heat, but the handcuffs kept my body pulled taut against the bed.

He took me as he pleased, slow at first, but quickly picking up speed.  He was soon pounding against me with all his might, and I gasped and squealed around the rubber ball.  He had me so close.
  He was going to make me come, just by fucking me.  Even time he bore down, I inched closer and closer to that precipice.

And Mr. Hendricks knew it.  He could feel my body shudder and tense around him, he could hear my frenzied cries through the gag.  I wanted him, I wanted to come, I wanted it all.  I wanted whatever he could give me.

"I need you to come," he commanded through panting breaths.  I couldn't see his stern gaze, but I knew it was on me.  I couldn't disappoint him.  He took a hand and snaked it downwards, repeating himself as he pressed down on my clit firmly.  "I need you to come."

I screamed around the gag as an orgasm rolled through my body, intense and heavy, like a sudden angry thunderstorm on a summer day.  It was overwhelming, and I momentarily grayed out from the sheer sensation of it.

Mr. Hendricks caused me to snap back to reality though, as he roared and gripped strongly at my shoulders, thrusting erratically at my body now, his thighs and balls lewdly slapping against my bare skin.  He didn't announce his orgasm, but he didn't need too as his body tensed and stiffened.  I swore I could feel him pulsing and unloading inside me, spurt after spurts of hot come filling up my eager hole.  I couldn't get enough of him.

It seemed like my master had enough though, for now.  After his powerful orgasm, he collapsed on top of me, his sudden weight squeezing the air out of my lungs.  I momentarily panicked as I couldn't get a breath into my body, and snapped my fingers again, more to get his attention that anything.

"Ah, poor thing."  I felt his weight lift from me now, and his cock slipped out as he stood up.  "You did very well tonight," he said as he undid the handcuffs.  I stayed in the same position, even though I was free.  I felt very disinclined to move at all.  "You went much further than I thought you would, I'm impressed."  He moved around my head now, untying the blindfold and gag.  Light flooded into my eyes once more, and I blinked reflexively against it.  It seemed very bright in the room, all of a sudden. 
"
Did you enjoy it?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Good."  He reached down, briefly petting my blonde curls.
  "No time to clean up tonight, I'm afraid."  I glanced at the clock, and gave a start.  It was
8:50
.  Maddie was due home at any moment.

Had we really been at it for that long?

Mr. Hendricks helped me up now, and I quickly got dressed.  Drops of wax dotted my body, but I easily peeled them off and handed them obediently to my master.  I didn't want to make a mess of his room, after all.

After I made myself decent enough, he placed a hand on my shoulder.  "Same time, next week."  It wasn't a question or a request, but an order.

"Yes, sir."  I knew I would be here.

I didn’t want to go home for a couple of reasons.  First off the object of my obsession (and yes, I realized by now that I was being more than a little obsessive about Mr. Hendricks) wasn’t there, and second, my sister was
due home any minute now.  Her s
pring
b
reak started this weekend, and she just had to make the long drive home.

I didn’t much care to be shuffled off in a corner while my parents basked in the glory that was my perfect sister, but I knew it was inevitable.  At least my own school’s Spring Break didn’t start up until the first week of April.  Kandace would be on her way back to her perfect college life by then.