until her ragged breathing became normal again.
He whispered in her ear for several minutes before she could make out what he was saying. “That’s a good girl. You are a good little pain slut. How are you feeling now?”
Even his kind tones sent shivers up her spine. Why did it feel good now to hear such words ? She shook her head, trying to clear the bizarre notions. “I - I’m OK, Sir.” She had no concept of how long he’d been holding her so close, caressing her breasts, talking to her, but her head was starting to clear.
“When was the last time you had a good meal?” he asked, turning her around.
Rose looked up at him in disbelief, and then laughed quietly, “I really don’t remember, Sir.” The whole event seemed surreal.
“Come,” he said, “I’ll treat you to one of my famous omelets.”
Robert led her to the small bathroom off the kitchen where she took another quick shower. She came back to the kitchen in a towel, not even sure if that was OK. Robert’s big smile assured her it was and she watched him chop the last of the vegetables to put into the omelet. He was obviously quite comfortable in the kitchen, and the meal was outstanding.
“I see why your omelets are famous!”
Robert just smiled.
When she finished eating – all too quickly, Robert noted – he told her, “Tonight you are my pet. You will sleep on the floor next to my bed.”
Rose looked up at him, the disappointment clear on her face. Robert enjoyed watching her inner turmoil. He knew she had to be looking forward to slipping into the comfort of the bed upstairs. As he watched, it was clear she would put his desires before her own.
She nodded silently and followed him up the stairs. At least she would be safe and warm.
She explored the room while Robert showered. The room was quite masculine, but not dark. The bed was a huge four-poster with a canopy that matched the striped gold on navy blue draperies. The bed was turned down showing the navy striped sheets under the dark blue comforter with gold designs of flowers and vines. The walls were light blue and cream. The large bureau and highboy chest matched the bed in old world style. Across the room was a fireplace and in front of the huge picture window overlooking the ocean was a small table and two upholstered chairs for intimate meals in this room. She smiled and wondered who had decorated it. She decided it was probably Robert. He seemed like someone who knew exactly what he wanted and the room fit him.
She settled on the floor beside the bed and Robert patted her on the head. She couldn’t easily find a comfortable position. Her backside hurt too much to sit, and the cream, gold and blue carpeting was too thin to offer any comfort. Rose struggled for a while tossing and turning, then she had an idea –– pets often climb into bed with their masters. She knew it was risky and it might bring on another spanking, but she couldn’t sleep where she was and she was badly in need of a good night’s sleep.
She silently slipped into the huge bed next to Robert as he lay on his back and snuggled down beside him. She reached for his manhood; it felt smooth and silky in her hand, as she gently stroked. Robert didn’t move, except to expand in her hand, waiting to see what she would do. She turned to kneel beside him and took his balls in her hand and gently manipulated them. She took his cock in her warm mouth; quickly sucking and licking him back to full measure. She ran her tongue over the end of his cock, causing it to jump, before enveloping it in her mouth. Robert let out a moan of satisfaction, encouraging her. She bobbed up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he exploded in her mouth.
After she carefully licked him clean, a satisfied Robert stroked her hair and allowed her to rest her head on his stomach. He reached over and covered her back with the comforter.
Gina lay quietly thinking. She thought about how far her standards had fallen;
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