Hell yeah!

"Are you going to take my little pussy as your own?" Miss Childers asked, sounding as submissive as she looked.

"As far as I'm concerned," you tell her, "you earned this much." You take your hardened dick, line it up perfectly with her damp snatch, and guide it inside smoothly. She quietly moans as it fills her up.

"Ohh... Yes, Mr. Carter. Thank you, Mr. Carter." You were about to tell her that she can call you Mason, but you stopped when you wondered just how far Margot was willing to play along. Besides, you love having this feeling of authority over her. So you slide in and out of her slowly again and again, watching her pant.

"You are not to speak unless you tell the truth," you say, beginning to pant. "If I even suspect you're lying, I'll turn things around and punish your ass. Understand?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Carter. Of course, sir," she replied, getting short of breath herself. She just kept still and limp, still tied to the bedposts. You plowed her a little harder and faster now, and watched as her body tried to embrace you. You couldn't help but smirk as she tried clinging to you, so you asked, "Are you wanting something, Margot?"

"Yes, sir!" she moaned, still struggling. "Very much."

"And what is it you want?"

"I want to hold you. I want to hold you while you fuck me mercilessly"

"You want me to fuck you mercilessly?" you tease.

"Yes, sir! Please, sir!" You start to pound her cunt as hard and as fast as you can, ramming your cock into her as if you were trying to break a door down. She moaned louder than ever, getting carried away as she panted, "Fuck me! Pound me! Make me forget those boys! Show me what a man can do to a slutty rich bitch!"

You stop thrusting, scowling at her and helping her see she did something wrong.

"I said never tell me what to do!" You slap one breast, and then the other with hard stinging smacks. She grunted and moaned, and looked at you with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry, master," she replied. That 'master' bit was a bit surprising as you look at her; was this truly who she was, what she wanted? But if not, then how far was she going to carry on this charade? She then asked quietly, "Permission to speak, sir...?"

"Granted."

"Are you going to stop pounding my pussy like you were doing?" she asked. "I loved it, and I want to be ravaged some more. Will you please? At least until I cum again, then you can send me away..." She gives a deep moan as you give her what she wants, hammering into her deep hard strokes. "Oh thank you. Thank you, sir!"

She keeps moaning and whimpering as you fuck her, picking up the pace as you plunge into her tight wet cunt, driving both of you to frantic, howling orgasms. You feel near to collapse, but you **** yourself to untie her.

"I think we've had enough fun for now..." you gasp, your heart literally skipping a beat. You feel lightheaded, laying on your side as Margot snuggles against you.

"Thank you. Thank you, master..." she cooed drowsily. "You made me cum like no one has before. I wish you could stay here forever..." her voice trails off as her breathing deepens and she falls asleep, cuddled against you. You're exhausted, but still enervated and excited, and sleep is not going to come to you.