Richard chuckled as he thought, “There is no since in wasting a perfectly good opportunity for a ‘mind fuck.’”
Richard eyed Ophelia, as she sat eating and peering out the window. The two of them were seated at a small round table which gave access to a view of the perfectly manicured lawn.
She was the first woman that Richard had ever given the privilege of dining with him in here. Though Ophelia was not aware that Richard was doing things that were out of the ordinary, the inhabitants of the mansion were very aware of it.
Rumors and speculation had already begun to swirl. Nobody could wrap their brain around—what was going on with these two.
In Master Richard Baron’s world, he made no excuses; nor apologies to anyone, for the actions that he chose.
Master Richard Baron was the owner and head Master of the mansion and that was just the way that it was. His employees were paid quite well and that included Master William’s, seven figure annual income.
No one was going to do anything to threaten their quality of lifestyle. It simply boiled down to one thing: the ‘buck’ if you will—stopped with Master Richard Baron.
“What Richard? You’re staring?”
Richard neatly folded the cloth napkin and set it aside as he began to speak. “Look at me, Ophelia.”
I eyed the man that was addressing me and felt my heart rate quicken. I never knew what to expect with this guy.
“You do understand that when we are in public, or in my bed chambers that you are to address me as ‘Master.’
“With all due respect Richard, you are not; nor will you ever be—my Master. I’m here to do a story, nothing more, nothing less. I am not a slave, Richard.”
I eyed the little spitfire that sat at my table.
This is going to be fun.
“Ophelia, I would think that you learned your lesson last night. I’m not a man to be toyed with. You will address me as Master in front of my staff and out in public.”
I looked up at the man addressing me and I spoke through clenched teeth. “You forced me to come here—to do a story. You went so far as to force me into your bed. I can’t be bought, or sold, and I’m not calling you or anyone else, Master! Now I understand at work in front of your little harem that you have to maintain your Mastership; or whatever it is called, but as far as your Bed chambers as you so eloquently label it, I won’t be calling you Master in there, because………I……won’t…….be………in……your…….bed……..
Oh, shit!
He rose—making his way towards me. I almost knocked the table’s contents over and onto the floor; trying to get up and away from him.
He grabbed me with ease, before I could do so.
This little brat; is getting ready to get it.
I carried her to the edge of my desk and leaned in growling in her ear, “Get those pants down, Ophelia!”
She immediately began begging, which only served to turn me on.
“I’m sorry,” she screeched. I’m just saying that I’m not a slave. Pleeeeeeeze.”
“Get those pants down, now, Ophelia!”
My hands shook as I unbuttoned my suit pants and the thought of someone entering and seeing me this way horrified me.
Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?
I bent down and growled in her ear, “I bet that you are wishing that you would have kept that big mouth of yours shut.”
I wiggled her pants down over her hips and eyed the marks that I had left on that beautiful ass of hers, the night before. I pulled myself from my pants and spread her open. “Oh so wet, Ophelia. Your body tells me all of your little secrets. It tells me of the tendencies that you have. It tells me that you like the things that I do to you. It begs, and pleads for me to take it, use it, defile it, and own it, Ophelia.”
“Ahhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck, ahhhhhhhh,pleeeeeeeze.”
“Please what Ophelia? Let you cum?”
I leaned down into her ear and viciously growled, “No!”
Tears streamed down my face; as I became more and more distressed due to his not allowing me release.
“When you are in My house, My bed, Ophelia, you are to address me as Master and discipline will be swift, sure, and sadistic; when not carried out.”
I clenched her ass with my finger tips squeezing hard enough to insure that my fingerprints would mark it; as I began to roughly thrust in and out of her.
“Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”
“Oh my Ophelia—you are a wonderful little beggar; music to my ears.”
I ground down into that tight little pussy as I listened to her beg me and promise me the moon; if I would only let her cum. Hell no, she wasn’t cumming!