Vanessa's Training
Saturday
After Eric gave me that intense orgasm and we had that intense conversation I found myself drifting off to sleep. Eric let me lay down and recuperate myself while he went and ordered us pizza, just as I had suggested. I woke up some time in the night to find my half of the pizza in the fridge, I ate a few slices and passed out again.
It was Saturday morning and neither Eric nor I had work. I found myself blinking at my ceiling, the memories of yesterday washing over me. I'd agreed to basically be Eric's sub. I'd agreed to be his, whatever that means. I trudged out of bed and slipped on a satin robe. I was still naked from when I stripped for Eric.
I came out into our apartment to find Eric over the stove cooking up breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs hit me. I was watering at the mouth.
"Sit," Eric's commanding tone came through the room.
Across from our kitchen was a small dining table. From there you could see into the kitchen and they could see you. I did as I was told, pulling out a chair and taking a seat.
"Whatcha cookin'?" I asked, my tone light. Not only was it a new day but it felt like something had shifted between us.
Eric turned, shooting me a playful glare. "You can clearly see it and smell it. I'm almost done if that's what you're asking."
I nodded. "I guess that is what I'm asking."
Eric chuckled and turned back to the stove. Five minutes later he was approaching me with two plates of food. He set one in front of me then sat to my side. The table was round so we could see each other properly from where he sat but he could also reach for me if he wanted.
"We need to talk about how this is going to work," Eric told me.
I nodded, ripping up my bacon.
"Yes of course."
"How do you understand our arrangement?" he then asked.
Nerves were settling in my stomach. I don't know why Eric made me feel this way. I thought about his question as I took a bite of my food. I thought about what he wanted to hear or maybe what I should say to elicit the best response from him.
"You want me to be your sub... your submissive."
Eric nodded.
"What does that mean to you, Vanessa?"
I chewed on my lip and squirmed in my seat.
"I am submissive to you and I guess that makes you my dominant. From what I understand from what we have done, I listen to you or I get punished," I finally said.
Amusement played at Eric's lips. He chuckled at me.
"Yes, I'll punish you for disobedience. I'll reward you for good behaviour. And I'm going to train you because it wouldn't be fair to punish you when you don't even know you're being bad," he said.
I nodded. I guessed that made sense.
"Train me?" My eyebrows shot up.
"Think of this weekend as an intensive course. I expect your complete control and compliance. At the end of the weekend we will come up with some house rules...." Eric trailed off as if giving me a chance to think. "But, there will be no set punishments or rewards; those will be at my discretion."
I sucked in a sharp breath, arousal hit me, I clenched my pussy. I was relaying all the possibilities in my mind of what he could think to do to me.
"So you can do whatever you want to me? Whenever you want?" I didn't know if I was scared or excited. Eric looked me up and down, a wicked grin plastered on his face.
"I'm glad you're catching on, pet."
My breath caught in my lungs. It felt equally degrading and sweet. I didn't know what to make of it. "Pet?"
"Not like an animal, like you're my possession, my pet. I'll take care of you and maybe one day if you're really bad I'll lock you in a cage."
"Eric!" I found myself snapping. He threw his head back in laughter. I glared at him. His eyes landed on mine.
"Better get used to it."
With that I gave him a little hmph and turned back to my food. We ate in a comfortable silence. When I finished I pushed my plate back and let myself zone out.
"Take them to the sink and wash up," Eric commanded. My basic instinct had me telling him to fuck off for speaking to me that way before remembering what was happening.
I stood up and did as I was told. I took the plates to the sink and washed them as well as the pan and utensils Eric used.
He came up behind me, hands on my hips as I finished up.
"I know we usually split things more fifty-fifty, but this weekend you'll be the one doing it all. When you're not doing housework I'll be playing with you. When I'm not playing with you I'll be training you," he said.
Eric's breath tickled my neck. I let my body melt into his. He was taller than me, broader, not overly muscular or anything but I knew he could over power me, easily.
"How about now?" I asked.
Eric didn't answer right away. Instead he began slipping my robe off my shoulders. His hand came around my waist and he untied it letting it fall completely. He pulled it out of my arms then slipped it from my body completely.
"That's much better," he mused. I stood naked in the kitchen, my back to Eric. He spun me to face him.
"When I cook, what do you do?" He asked.
I looked up as if it was a trick question.
"I don't know..."
Pain radiated through my nipple and then out into my tit. Eric was squeezing it between his fingers, pinching me.
"You get up and clear the table then take everything to the sink. If I am feeling generous you can take a break before cleaning up. If you've been slacking you don't get to have a break," he told me.
His hand came up into my hair and he grabbed it into a wad at the nape of my neck.
"Walk," he commanded before he started leading me back through the apartment. We were soon in the living room. "Sit," he said whilst pointing me toward the couch. I took a seat and Eric sat in front of me on the coffee table. He pushed my thighs apart.
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"I'm going to quiz you, if you get an answer wrong I'm going to hurt you," he said, he wasn't beating around the bush. Then I noticed beside him he had grabbed the wooden spoon. The same wooden spoon I ran away from.
"Okay..."
"When you forget to cook dinner, how do you rectify it?"
Now this was a trick question.
"Um... does it depend on why?"
Eric gave me a little smile. "Yes, Vanessa, I mean if you have no good reason to forget. I'm not a monster."
"Well I guess if I forget and you remind me I am shit out of luck, but if I remember before you do then I'll see what I can make...if not buy something."
"How will you remember the next time it is your turn?"
Now this was a trick.
"I don't know, Eric. I usually remember my days but sometimes they change and I lose track," I frowned at him.
His large palm came down over my thigh. The sting spread over the whole thing. I looked down at my now reddened leg.
"You set a reminder," he said.
I don't know why I didn't think of something like that. Perhaps because Eric was like my built in reminder system.
"That's a good idea."
The wooden spoon was in his hand this time. He leaned forward and pushed my thighs apart, smacking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
"You are an adult," he hissed. "I shouldn't have to remind you of simple tasks." Two more smacks. I bucked into him. The spoon hurt way more than his hand.
"I didn't get any more questions wrong though," I defended myself.
"At my discretion, remember?"
Damn him.
I nodded, hoping I wouldn't earn any more smacks for the moment. "At your discretion," I ground out.
Eric shot me a look but seemed to let it go.
"When you use my pan?"
"I wash it before you get home?"
That I remembered.
"Good. If there is only one of a certain snack left?"
"I ask if you want it?"
"That's nice but then what?"
The pressure was building up inside me. Surely I knew the answer to such a simple question. I bit my lip.
"I go buy more?"
"I'm going to hurt you," he warned.
"Eric!" I snapped. His large hand smacked down on my thigh. I hissed. "I don't know," I continued. Another smack on my other thigh, then another. I whimpered as I stared down at the red hand prints littered across my thighs.
"I have told you this a hundred times. Not only that but it makes logical sense," he fired back.
I chewed on my lip, all I could do was shrug at him.
"When something runs out, put it on the shopping list."
"Oh right, that thing... I never use a shopping list when I go."
"I know," he deadpanned.
I was in for it now. Eric grabbed the wooden spoon and slapped it over my nipple. He hit my boob light and fast, causing a stinging sensation to erupt. He matched it on the other side before laying the wooden spoon over my pussy in some sort of threat.
"I'm going to make you write lines," he growled out. My eyes almost fell out of my head. I would have rathered him beat me senseless than that.
"No, you can't make me do that kind of thing!" I yelled, shaking my head at him.
Eric laughed but it was completely humourless. He then eyed me making me squirm.
"Who's in charge?"
"You are?"
"So if I tell you to count grains of rice and write down each numeral you'll ask whether to record them in Arabic or Roman numerals?"
I frowned at him, confusion coming over me. I wasn't quite sure what to make of that or exactly what he meant by that. I think normally I'd be fine but with how turned on I was and all the smacks to my body I was struggling to think straight.
"What?"
"This arrangement isn't just sexual. I tell you to do anything inside this apartment, you listen. I tell you to do anything that has to do with your safety outside this apartment, you listen."
That I understood.
"Even counting grains of rice? Even writing lines?" I could hear the fear in my own voice.
"At least I know how to keep you motivated," he said.
I just sat and pouted. Eric ran through some more questions and I was left with smacks and hits across my body. This time he continued to keep them on my tits and thighs. A part of me felt like he was cycling through my body parts.
He got a phone call from work asking him a question which is the only reason I think he stopped. He was enjoying hitting me I could tell by the look on his face, his lips were twitching and his eyes sparkling.
As Eric strolled back into the room from his phone call I stood up from the couch.
"What's the verdict?" I raised a brow.
"Nothing, they just needed to ask me a question about something," he said.
Eric came and sat on the couch, barely a moment later he picked me up and placed me on his lap so I was straddling him. I placed my palms over his shoulders and waited for his commands.
"Next, I'm going to train you on how to take my cock. In fact, I'm going to show you how to take it in each one of your little holes," he said.
"Each one?"
"All three."
My pussy was soaking his pants. My arousal was at an all time high. It was like I was constantly on edge. Eric pushed me back a little to get access to his pants, he pulled them down then his boxers, his cock was standing proud between us. I knew what to do, I lifted myself and lowered onto his thick long dick.
Eric stretched my pussy as he invaded me. I sucked in a sharp breath as I tried to make it to the base. He was big or maybe I was small... Either way, taking him was taking some getting used to. He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me down slowly but surely. Eric hissed, his face looked halfway pained.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned.
"I'm nervous," I admitted. That was my only explanation. He thrust his hips up, slamming into me. I screamed out as the waves of pleasure and pain washed over me, crashing like waves at a windy beach.
"Why're you nervous, baby?"
Eric grabbed me by the hips making me bounce at the fast pace he wanted.
"I don't know..." I stammered. Arousal was swirling inside me deeper and deeper blooming into pleasure that kept exploding like fireworks. Eric kept fucking me, grunting like a damned animal as he did. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax. "I think I just want to do a good job for you."
Eric's hand found my tit, squeezing it before grabbing at my nipple. He pulled me forward until I was practically glued to him and then he found my neck. His wicked tongue flicked out to the most sensitive part of my nape before he pulled my ear into his mouth. All the while his cock was thrusting into me in such a way that I was struggling to keep quiet. Worse than that, with the new way I was angled my clit was rubbing up against him, pushing me into bliss. My mind was emptying of all its contents and all I could do was be this vessel for our pleasure. I tangled my fingers through his hair, pulling it.
I grabbed at his t-shirt. I needed it off. I pulled it from his shoulders and he had to let go of me for a moment so I could remove it from his head. In those split seconds I started ramming my body harder and harder onto him, pulling him deeper and deeper, inside myself.
Everything was getting too much, the crashing waves were pulling out to sea, preparing themselves for a tsunami. I leaned down, burying myself into his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into me. I would have fallen off from bucking if Eric hadn't held me in place.
"Where do you want me to finish?" Eric grunted.
My head spun, I didn't know what to say, I don't know what came over me. "Inside me," I burst.
"Fuck. You're going to kill me."
Eric pulled me down hard and stilled, coming deep inside me. I laid there, head on his shoulder as I tried to gather myself.
I pulled my head up and looked at him, I felt woozy. Eric cupped my face and rubbed his thumb back and forth over my temple.
"Did I do good?" I chewed my lip.
"You did very good."
I gave Eric a smile and laid back down against him.
***
Eric eventually pulled me off him and we had a short break to catch our breath. He pulled me to his body, his arm around my neck, my cheek pressed into his chest. He put on this show he likes and told me to stay.
We had been sitting like this for an hour and I was starting to squirm.
"Eric," I whined.
"Yes pet?"
"I'm getting bored."
He chuckled and pulled me tighter against him before running his hand down my body and toward my ass.
"You want some more training, I understand," he cooed.
"No-- I--," I stammered.
"Get on the table, on your knees," he said. I bit my lip just thinking about it. I lifted up from him and knelt on the coffee table facing him.
"Yes, Eric," I said.
"Spread your legs, hands on your thighs, push your tits out for me," he commanded. I didn't realise we were going to play a game of simon says.
I pushed my knees apart and pushed my shoulders back before placing my hands on my knees.
"When I tell you to go kneel, this is what I expect."
Arousal flowed up through my spine.
"What else do you expect?" My voice dropped.
Eric dragged himself to the edge of his seat. "Head down, ass up," he said.
I switched positions.
"Arch."
I stretched my back and Eric groaned. "I'm going to start making you do yoga."
"What?"
"Naked."
"I don't think that's going to make me less forgetful," I shot back.
"No, that's just for me. Now get up and beg," he said.
I slid back up onto my knees and looked at him sideways.
"What am I even begging for?"
"Whatever you need," he growled.
My head spun. Did he mean his cock? I crawled off the table and kneeled between his legs, I placed my cheek against his thigh and batted my eyelashes up at him.
"Please, Sir I need it," I sung in a breathy tone. Eric grabbed me by the hair.
"At least you know how to beg," he said. He was starting to lose his grip on control. I could just feel it.
Sunday
Last night over dinner Eric and I discussed how he was going to train me today. He said he still needed to use my mouth and my ass. I assured him there was no need to put anything up my ass but he told me it was happening. We established a safeword for me because in Eric's words things were just going to keep getting more intense. My safeword was tangerine, I decided on that. He also went over what my responsibilities were so there could be no mix ups.
I was to cook dinner three nights a week, and him three, one night would be left overnight. We could work out our weekly schedule on Sundays. When one person cooks the other cleans.
I was to sweep and mop once a week and Eric agreed to dust. Apparently he had been doing both most of the time.
We would take turns cleaning the bathroom once a week. I was solely responsible for our balcony plants and Eric agreed to always be on trash duty.
The ins and outs didn't really matter. What really mattered is if I forgot or didn't do what I promised I was going to do. Punishments would ensue, I was sure of that. But Eric made sure to threaten me anyway. He practically pulled me onto his lap by the end of dinner and pinched my clit through my panties as he told me about all the beatings I would be receiving and how he is looking forward to each and every one of them. Naturally I just shook my head and then he forced an orgasm out of me.
Once again I was just lying in bed in the morning, reading this time. Sundays always felt like nothing days and even with the anticipation of Eric I didn't feel motivated to get up as soon as I woke up. I had picked up a historical western spanking erotica, it wasn't the typical thing I would read but the brutish male character was rather refreshing.
I sucked in a sharp breath as I started leading up to their first sex scene. My door slammed open and I jumped, almost throwing my phone like it contained illicit information.
"Eric," I shrieked.
He strolled into the room and pulled my covers off my body. I was naked underneath.
"Knees now," Eric commanded, but I could tell he was in a good mood. Luckily for him the erotica had not only woken me up but started to turn me on so I was much more likely to comply.
I put the phone down and scrambled to a sitting position before getting onto my knees. I remembered yesterday how Eric constructed me to spread my thighs and push my tits out. I did exactly as I was told. He looked down at me almost as if to say he was proud but instead he pushed two fingers into my pussy.
"What has you so soaking wet this morning?"
Eric got onto the bed with me. I didn't want to tell him that I had been reading erotica. It was frankly none of his business.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about stuff," I said.
"Thinking about what we'd do today?"
That was partially the truth so I just nodded at him. Eric sank onto the bed in front of me and wrapped a hand around my throat. On instinct I lifted my chin to give him better access to me. Eric groaned and leaned forward, his lips captured mine. I realised in that moment that we had fucked and other such things but he hadn't kissed me. Not properly. Not like this. The way Eric was kissing me now was making me sag against him. The way he was making me breathless and pining for more. In this state I would do whatever he wants. I would obey him endlessly.
His lips came off mine and I leaned forward for more. Eric chuckled down at me. Between the book and him my head was spinning with arousal. He pushed his hand between my legs cupping me, his thumb pressing into my clit.
"Are you going to be my good girl today?"
"I wasn't planning on being bad."
"Do you need coffee?" Eric asked. He pushed his fingers deep into me, stroking my g-spot.
"No I can last without it," I said, moaning. I was halfway to an orgasm already, since I was so worked up from reading.
"On the floor, kneel," Eric said before pulling his fingers out of me. I almost whimpered and cried but I was feeling somewhat submissive and besides I wanted to please Eric. I slipped down off the bed and kneeled down in front of him with my legs spread. Eric pushed his pants down, pulling them clean off his body, then his shirt. Eric took care of himself, clearly.
Eric tangled his fingers through my hair and stepped forward. I grabbed the hem of his boxer briefs and pulled them down his body. He was rock hard, his cock hovering an inch from my face. I opened my mouth. I'd never sucked Eric's cock before. It's just not something that had happened between us, but now it was going to.
"Are you going to return the favour?" I found myself asking, blinking up at Eric.
He groaned and pushed the tip of his cock against my lips. "Only if you're a very good girl."
I moaned in response as he pushed his dick further into my mouth. He pushed into my throat, choking me. I couldn't move, he was holding me by the hair, fucking my face. I pushed my fingers against my clit, rubbing myself as Eric continued to bob my head along the length of his cock. He moved not so fast as to make me gag every single time but he was still being rough. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper into me. I was wedged between him and the bed. He started moving his cock faster, slamming into the back of my throat. I moved my fingers along my clit. Arousal blossomed through me. I was moaning around his cock.
"You're going to swallow every last drop," Eric told me. The command ran through me. I shuddered as pleasure exploded within me. An orgasm shook through me as Eric continued fucking my mouth. He grunted, slowing down, was he trying to stop himself from coming so he could have me blowing him for longer? I didn't feel like I was giving him a blow job but rather that he was taking my mouth.
I reached out and clutched Eric's legs, pressing my fingers into his flesh. He groaned and somehow moved closer to me, he was crowding me against the bed. I clutched him, digging into him, groaning, grunting, Eric was ruthless. I was about to tap out when I felt ropes of hot cum against the back of my throat. He pulled out of me and I swallowed.
Eric came down and grabbed my face. "Open your mouth, show me you swallowed like a good girl," he commanded.
My jaw hung open, he loosened his fingers just enough for me to. He nodded in satisfaction and let go of me.
"What now?" I asked, staring up at him with big eyes.
"Now you can get up and go make us breakfast. Or maybe you should crawl to the kitchen," Eric said.
"Eric," I whined. "No..."
"You're making me want it more," he growled.
I don't know what came over me but I dropped onto my hands and knees. Eric groaned as I began to crawl across the room. I did my best to look sexy as I crawled, arching my back, going slow. Once I was outside the room and near the kitchen I looked over my shoulder to see Eric was lagging behind so I stood and scurried into the kitchen.
***
"How was your food?" I asked Eric.
He pushed his plate away and I rolled my eyes. I stood up and cleared the table. As I turned around I felt the heat of his hand smacking against my ass. I sucked in a sharp breath and moved toward the kitchen. Eric was right up behind me, I could always feel when his eyes were on me as if they burned into my skin.
"My food was good," he finally said. He had made me wear nothing but my satin robe again. He said he wanted me to be easy access all weekend long.
I wondered what would happen when we were back at work during the week and how our day to day life would change. What routine would we fall into?
"Wash up then I want you in your bed, head down, ass up," he told me.
"Yes Eric."
"Let's try, Sir. Yes Sir," he said in an even tone.
"Yes Sir," I repeated. That earned me a slap to the ass but somehow I think it was a reward slap. Eric left me to my devices.
Fifteen or so minutes later I was in my room, positioning myself as Eric told me. I didn't remove the robe because he didn't tell me to. My breathing was uneven as anticipation grew inside me.
I heard the door open. I closed it so I would know when Eric came in without having to turn around. A low grumble sounded through the room.
"What's this?" Eric asked, grabbing at my robe. I turned my head sideways to look at him.
"Um..."
Eric gave me a hard stare and I knew I had to say something, quick.
"You didn't say to undress."
"Then let me make myself clear. When I tell you to get into position in the bedroom or otherwise, you should be naked unless I specify an outfit for you," Eric's firm tone rippled through me. Arousal pooled in my gut.
"Yes Sir..."
Sir suited Eric. He was strict and sometimes formal. He had the sort of job you had to put a suit on to attend. He had this sort of way about him that commanded authority. Perhaps that was why I let him spank me like I did. I surely could have fought him off if I actually didn't want it. I could have made him stop. But I laid there and I took it and I think that means I wanted it. It's not like I wanted the spanking itself, I wanted Eric to put me in my place like no man ever had before.
"I like the sound of it. I think you should address me like that from now on, always," he said.
"Yes Sir," my tone was breathier this time, dripping in arousal.
Eric grabbed at the waist tie of my robe and pulled it off. He then lifted it up, uncovering my body like it was a piece of furniture previously covered by a sheet or something. He motioned for me to move so he could pull it off. When I was completely naked he sighed a little as if satisfied with his handy work.
"Have you ever had your asshole played with, pet?" Eric asked.
"No never," I replied in haste. "Sir..." I tact on a second or two later.
"That's good, I'm glad this is all mine."
I sucked in an anticipatory breath. Eric moved around my body. I felt lube cold and wet against my ass. Then two thick fingers began massaging me. It didn't hurt yet but I was preparing myself for the pain. I could tell Eric was somewhat of a sadist and he got off to hurting me.
"Are we going to do anal?" I asked as he continued to press into me, applying a little bit more pressure now. I could actually feel my pussy dripping, willing to be touched. I clutched the sheets in front of me until my knuckles turned white.
"Not today. But I'm glad you'd be willing to take me just like that. But no, I don't think you're ready for that yet but, I did buy you something."
Eric stopped touching me for a moment and I turned back to look ar him. I struggled from my position but managed to see him pick something up from right behind me and plop it in front of me. His fingers were on my asshole again.
I stared down at the bulbous silver object. It had a flared base and on the end of the base it said Sir's little slut.
It was a butt-plug. It wasn't too long but I knew the width would hurt. Oh no.
"You're going to put this inside me?" I half shrieked.
Eric pushed a finger through the entrance of my little hole. I squirmed beneath him as he stretched me. It wasn't too bad yet but the entry was the worst. He began to finger me and I managed to sink into the bed and take it. I had never felt so dominated as I did now. For all intents and purposes nothing was meant to go in there and if it did it was for his pleasure alone. A deep sick part of me enjoyed the idea of taking pain to pleasure him. In turn it made my pussy tingle.
"You're going to wear it whenever I tell you to."
"Yes Sir," I found myself saying. It was like someone else had taken over my body because in truth I should have told him to fuck off. That was going to hurt.
"You're being so compliant," he said, slipping a second finger inside me.
I bucked with a gasp. He scissored his fingers around my sensitive entrance. I groaned into the bed, I buried my face down as he did what he wanted with me. Eric continued to finger me this time with his two fingers. I couldn't stop squirming or making noises.
At the same time I was horny but I was confused. This was unenjoyable and yet my body was reacting with arousal and a tinge of pleasure. My clit throbbed, begging for Eric's attention. Eric pulled his fingers out of me after what felt like endless minutes and grabbed the butt-plug.
He gave me no warning, just put the cold metal against my puckered hole. I gasped as it stretched me out. Pain scattered through me. A sharp stretching sensation that soon fizzled out into a dull ache. It felt so wrong to have something in there but the way my pussy was behaving told me it was so right.
"Sir, I need to come," I begged once the plug was buried deep in my hole.
"You need to earn this cock, Vanessa." Eric's large hand found my hair, he stroked it.
"How?"
"I have a list of things for you to do around the apartment, to make up for all the times I had to pick up your slack. You'll do everything naked, with your butt-plug in. When it's all said and done you can take a shower and I'll decide whether you have earned my cock, or not."
I almost choked at his words. I didn't know how to respond to that. Any smart ass responses I may have had died in my throat. I simply rolled over and sat up. The pressure of the plug pressed into my ass as I stared up at Eric. He placed a hand around my throat, not squeezing, just holding.
"What happens if I don't earn your cock?" I blinked up at him.
"Then you've earned yourself a punishment," he said, steely eyed.
I nodded as best I could with his hand around my throat. "What if a scenario arises where something between a punishment and your cock are in order?"
Eric chuckled at me and then his hand moved to my hair, gripping it. His eyes danced with mine and I struggled not to smile up at him. I was beginning to love his rough treatment. It was far better than indifference, it was better than not knowing what I did wrong. This was clear, concise communication. If I fucked up I was beaten and all was forgiven. I'd take that ten times over the confusion of coming to terms with my personality being the reason people didn't want anything to do with me. But the worst part was I didn't know what parts of me were bad and what parts of me were good. Eric was letting me know clear as day and he still cared about me after I was so difficult all these years.
"If such a scenario pops up, I will let you get yourself off on my knee. No hands, no closing your eyes," he said.
"You want me to humiliate myself?"
I was met with a wolf-like grin. He nodded.
"But I get to get off?"
"You're starting to catch on," he replied, letting go of me. I stood up and he smacked my ass as if to tell me to start moving. We walked out into the dining area and he handed me a list of chores that made me groan internally. How could he expect me to do all of this in one day? All this for some dick? A part of me was thinking a vibrator could do the trick without chores. But I shook those thoughts away because if I did that it would break the unspoken rules of mine and Eric's agreement.
"Get a move on," he said in my ear. "You have until 8 p.m. I will make dinner."
With that I was off, naked, ass plugged, ready to sweep, mop, and everything else he listed.
***
I was sweating. The butt-plug was digging into my ass. Cleaning had never been such hard work. This was a real punishment. I'd take a spanking any day of the week over this, especially if I get to come over his hands straight after.
"Vanessa, you have ten minutes," Eric called through the apartment. I half squeaked as I stood in the bathroom. Deep cleaning the bathroom was my last task, mostly because I was trying to avoid it. I had just finished up anyhow.
"I'm done," I called back. I trudged through the apartment out to where Eric was. He stepped out of the kitchen upon my entrance and looked at me, smiling. I melted at how approving he looked.
"You really did work hard," he muttered. "Go clean up, pet. Dinner is almost ready."
"Can I take the plug out?" I whimpered. Eric closed the distance between us and then turned me around. I found myself holding my breath. I couldn't see him but I could feel as the plug slipped out of me. I sighed as I felt myself pucker back into place. I felt weird and a bit empty without it.
"Now go." Eric pressed a kiss to my shoulder then slapped my ass. I scurried back into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. I came out in a fluffy towel with another in my hair. I was going to go put clothes on but something made me walk out toward Eric first.
Eric was sitting at the table, it was set and the food he cooked for us was in the centre. It smelled so good my stomach rumbled. His eyes landed on my towel clad body. He put his hand up motioning for me to approach. My breathing grew unsteady and I closed the distance between us. I was standing right in front of his seat which he turned completely so he could face me.
"Sit," he commanded, motioning to his thighs. I sat across his legs and put my arms around his neck. "You were such a good girl today."
His approving tone made my heart sing. I think deep down all I had been craving that kind of approval for a long time. I nodded in agreement, making Eric chuckle. His lips found mine in a breathtaking kiss. I leaned into him, my arms tightening around his neck. I moaned against him. I was so ready to be fucked finally. It was worth it, Eric was worth it.
"How hungry are you?" he asked, pulling back from the kiss.
"It can wait..." I trailed off, but my stomach betrayed me by grumbling again.
Eric laughed at me, making me blush. "Eat and when we're finished, you're mine."
I ate the food much quicker than I usually would. It was like being told you have to eat your vegetables before your dessert. Eric wasn't far behind me. I looked at the plates and mentally groaned before standing up and taking everything to the kitchen.
I turned around to find Eric standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking so damn fuckable. I bit my lip, nerves shooting up my spine.
"I'll clean these up first thing in the morning."
"Come here," he just said.
I went up to him and he pushed the part of the towel that was holding it together so it fell off and pooled at my feet. His head came down, dipping into the space between my shoulder and neck. He kissed up from my collarbone to my neck, then my jaw.
"Don't worry about the dishes or anything else," he told me.
"Yes Sir," I moaned.
Eric's arms came around my waist, he pulled me in until our bodies were flush. His hands came around my ass.
"Jump," he commanded.
I did and he pulled me so he was carrying me, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms wrapped around his neck. Eric carried us through the apartment. I laid kisses against his jaw and neck. He was still in his t-shirt but I wanted to strip him. He walked us through the apartment then into his room. It smelled like him. He laid me down on the bed and stood in front of me as he pulled his shirt and pants off leaving him in boxers. He pushed them down last as if he was giving me a show. His thick hard cock sprang to life. I bit my lip as I stared at the precum glistened tip.
"Have I earned some cock?" I teased.
Eric kneeled on the bed right in front of me, he grabbed me around the back of my knees and pushed them up practically folding me in half. He plunged his cock into me without warning. A loud gasp escaped me as his thick cock stretched me out. Eric buried himself as deep as he could inside me, hitting the end. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he began to thrust in and out. His fast, rough pace had me trying to adjust to the mixture of pleasure and pain.
I whimpered beneath Eric. He put a hand between our bodies then I felt him rubbing my clit. His eyes found mine and I was mesmerised. He played with me and fucked me all at once. The succinct pleasurable pressure began to well in my core. I was on the verge of release and Eric wasn't even close. I was a moaning whimpering mess. He leaned down, his lips brushing over mine as his cock punished me.
As Eric captured me in a kiss the damn broke. I exploded, moaning into his mouth, bucking into his hand and cock. He pinched my over sensitive clit and pulled his lips from my own and I screamed.
In a frenzy of pleasure my next orgasm began to build on my first one. I squeezed myself around Eric's cock. He jolted forward, groaning. He grabbed my face and kissed me, punishing my mouth. His cock thrust harder if that were even possible. My eyes rolled even as I had them shut. I was descending from my body.
"Hit me," I found myself saying in the midst of it all.
Eric looked down at me with wide eyes.
"Hit me," I repeated, desperation strangling me.
Eric smacked my tit with one hand then the side of my thigh with the other. I don't know what possessed me to ask to be smacked but it somehow heightened everything I was feeling.
"I'm close, where do you want it?" He asked.
"Fuck my mouth."
The shock in Eric's eyes was palpable but he pulled out of my pussy. I scrambled to sit up in bed, he stood up and slid his cock inside my mouth. He grabbed me by the hair and started fucking my throat, making me gag. Tears streamed down my face. Eric was being ruthless this time. It was as if he had completely lost control. Before I completely tapped out, hot ropes of cum hit my mouth. He was salty and coated my mouth. Eric pulled his cock out of me and I swallowed as I always would from now on.
He sunk down on the bed with me and pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head.
"You're such a good girl," he told me and I melted into him.