Duh! Yeah!

"Fine," Kylie says.

"Thank you, thank you!" Felicity says, and kisses Kylie passionately.

Kylie slips her hand back down between Felicity's legs.

"Thank... you," Felicity says, moaning with pleasure once more.

Kylie begins rubbing herself too, and you watch as her body starts to react. Felicity's eyes roll back, and she grunts with pleasure. She looks like she's having an out of body experience as she climaxes for the first time in four months.

"Thank you, Kylie!" she shouts.

She rolls onto her back, trembling and stares up at the ceiling, smiling.

"Thank you, Kylie..." she says again.

As for Kylie, she's clearly on the verge of her own orgasm.

"No," you say before she can climax.

Kylie's eyes go wide, and she gives you a horrified look. She then looks down, suddenly realizing all that she's given up.

"Please, I... need to!" she begs.

"No, Kylie," you say.

She looks at you, **** tears forming in her eyes.

"Please," she says. "I... need to..."

"No," you say.

Kylie sniffles, and looks away from you.

"So I'm your **** now?" she pouts.

"Yup," you say.

"...And I have to do whatever you want?" she asks.

"Pretty much," you say.

"So I can't even... orgasm if I want to?" Kylie asks.

"I'm your master, remember?" You say, grinning.

"I know, but..." she mutters.

"Well, if you hadn't agreed to become my ****, you could," you say.

"I... I can't believe this..." Kylie says.

"I'm sorry, but **** girls can't give themselves orgasms. If they want to avoid the punishment, they're going to ask permission," you explain. "Now, I'm going to be watching you, and if you give yourself one without permission, you'll be taking your first ever whipping. Understand?"

Kylie nods nervously, "I understand,"

"Good, now strip," you order.

Kylie hesitates for a moment, before slowly pulling off her shirt and undoing her pants. She slipps off her pants, revealing her green cotton underwear. She is otherwise completely naked.

"Take off your underwear," you order.

Kylie does as she's told, hesitantly pulling off her underwear.

"Good girl," you say.

You pull off your own pants, and lie down on the bed.

"Ride me nice and slowly," you order.

Kylie slowly lowers herself down on your rock hard member, wincing at the sheer girth of it.

"Oh, that feels so good," she moans. "Yours is so much bigger than Roldan's was."

You grab ahold of her hips and start pumping her up and down, "Ah, yes... ride me, you dirty girl."

Kylie starts moaning louder and louder, and you can tell she's getting close.

"Slower," you order.

Kylie obeys, lowering herself down the length of your member at a much slower pace.

"That's right, baby. Take your time," you say.

She grits her teeth, struggling with all her might to keep from having an orgasm.

"That's it. You can do it," you say encouragingly.

Kylie winces and slows her pace even more, before finally stopping completely.

"Don't... dare..." she pants to herself.

You run your hand along her hair.

"Good girl," you say.

Kylie collapses forward, resting her head on top of your chest.

"I can't do it. I'm going to cum if I move at all," she whimpers.

"Good girl," you repeat.

Kylie quivers for a moment, before finally collapsing still. You sigh contently as your little **** obeys your commands.

After Betty's performance in the Humvee, you're content for the evening. You drift off to sleep, still inside her.