A teasing nymph

The steel wagon rumbled down the road, slowly but steadily approaching their destination. Jack sat behind the wheel, with Millia in the passenger seat.

Millia looked at him with a strange smile.

“What?” Jack said, looking back at the road.

“Nothing, master. I am just looking forward to hearing that harlot grovel for forgiveness.”

Jack snorted. “Well, prepare to be disappointed. She’s not the groveling kind.”

“Perhaps not.” Millia looked out the window. “But we can make her.” She reached out and placed her hand on Jack’s thigh. “Or you can.”

Jack placed his hand on top of hers. “I have some plans for her, don't worry, my pet. And I will involve you, if you behave.”

Millia nodded, looking like the cat that got the cream. “I will behave very well, master. Very well indeed.” Her hand snaked up his thigh to press against the growing bulge in his pants.

Jack inhaled sharply. “Behave, nymph,” he commanded, pushing her hand away.

She laughed again. “Sorry, master. I will be good. I just can’t help myself, sometimes. Especially when imagining master taming other wild pets-to-be.”

Jack raised his eyebrow. “Is that so?” He glanced at her quickly. “You want to see me subjugate others, my nymph?”

Her smile was positively predatory. “Of course, master,” she said simply. “It’s your role in this realm. And it's my nature to help you fulfill it. To help you catch or bring you those who need taming. Those who need to be made yours, like me.”

Jack’s cock was rock hard now, despite his efforts to keep it under control. Damn nymph, he thought. Damn, insatiable, horny little nymph. “Careful, Mil,” he warned. “You’re playing with fire. We’re almost at the club.”

Millia giggled again. “I like fire, master. It makes my body all warm.” Her hand found his crotch again, this time more firmly. She squeezed it through his pants, rubbing up and down, making Jack’s breathing more uneven with each second. “And your fire makes me all wet also, master. Is that normal?”

Jack's cock throbbed in her hands as he drove into a parking lot, The Parthenon just ahead. “Fuck, Mil,” he groaned, trying to keep his eyes on the road. “We don’t have time for this right now.”

“But master,” she whined, making puppy eyes at him. “Your hot, hot fire makes your little **** so wet.” She squeezed his cock again. “Can’t I just have a little taste? Please?” She batted her eyelashes at him. “Pretty please, master?” Her other hand crept up his thigh.

Jack growled, then grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his bulge. "Control yourself, pet. We're here." He parked the car, then turned to face her. "Now, do you want me to make you kneel here until I come get you?"

Millia shook her head quickly. “No, master, please, I’ll be good. You’ve tamed me so well, look. I can control myself now.” Her smile was sweet and innocent, like she hadn't spent the last minutes trying her best to make Jack explode in his own pants.

Jack frowned at her. “Spread your legs, ****."

Millia obeyed, opening them wide. Jack leaned over and pushed up her dress, revealing the white lace panties underneath. "I'll be good, master, I promise," she said.

Jack put his hand between her legs and felt the fabric. It was completely soaked. "Did you borrow these from my stepdaughter?”

The nymph nodded, eyes innocently wide.

“Take them off. You're not allowed to wear underwear anymore."

Millia bit her lip, then reached under her skirt and pulled them off. The fabric made a squishing sound as she did. She handed them to Jack. "Like this, master?" She spread her legs again, revealing her clean-shaven pussy. The lips were wet and glistening.

Jack licked his lips. "Very good, ****," he said. "Open your mouth." Millia opened it obediently. Jack stuffed the panties in, covering her tongue with the taste of her own arousal. Then he slipped his finger between her slit and released the Breath of Aphrodite into her. She gasped into the panties as her body shook with sudden arousal. "You won't touch yourself. You won't bring yourself any release. You hear me, pet?" He stroked her clit, making her eyes close while she rolled her hips in response to his touch.

"Aaagh, maaster," she groaned around the fabric.

"That's right, you little slut. And you will not cum. Not until I say so." He withdrew his hand, licked his fingers clean, then sat back. "Now be a good girl and don't embarrass me, okay? Or I'll be **** to discipline you."

Millia nodded, her face flushed, her chest heaving with breath, panties still stuffed in her mouth. She swallowed a few times, her throat working against the wet fabric. He ripped them out of her mouth and put them into his pocket. “Good girl,” he said again, stroking her cheek. Then he opened the door and stepped out, Millia following him a moment later. Her legs were trembling slightly and her breathing was still uneven. “Come, pet.” He grabbed her hand and led her into the club.