Home sweet home

The car soon pulls to a stop in front of what was labelled Styrian Heights Apartments by a lit bronze placard in it's neatly trimmed lawn, it's great height silhouetted against the dark night sky, it's many balconies hanging over them, a few still glowing amber with house light high above.

"Clean yourself up and lead the way, pig. We will follow. Should anyone ask, we'll be staying with you indefinitely".

He nods and steps out, buttoning up his blazer to hide the tears in his disheveled shirt the best he could, then wiping the dried blood from his swollen lip before he heads down the paved pathway up to the main door.

You and Natasha follow, the trim and proper doorman giving a curt nod to your chauffuer, before staring wide-eyed at you perfect, naked body as you pass. The receptionist does much the same as you enter the lobby, a clean cut minimalist room with cream coloured marble floor and chequered tile walls, fake plants besides a stout front desk that hallway passed to end with a pair of elevators, before weakly objecting "er, excuse me, miss, I must insist you-"

"She's with me, Gordon. They'll both be staying with me for a while".

"Oh. Well...alright, Mister Hargreaves, as you say" he replies quickly, clearly accustomed to allowing the privileged residents free rein of the place. Your aware of the gaze that follows your swaying, round ass, just as your's enjoys Natasha's while you all carry on.

Hargreaves clicks the elevator button, and you all wait for it to ding in response and open to a mirrored wall box with an orchestral score softly humming. Hargreaves steps towards it, only to be yanked back by you and spun round.

"Key." You demand curtly, as you open a hand towards him. Clearly disappointed, he fumbles in his pocket and drops it into your hand.

"Now leave. I assume Natasha has your number? Good. I'll be in touch when I need you". He hesitates a moment, but quickly leaves, arms in his pockets and looking down glumly at the floor, like a teen that was just scolded.

You watch the spoiled man-child leave, before happily turning back to Natasha, waiting obediently by the open elevators, returning a gentle, embarrassed smile as she catches your gaze. You grin and lead her inside by her shoulder, your tall, beautiful body filling the mirrored walls as the doors shut, and the elevators hums to life.

You put your arms around her as you hold her from behind, casually toying with her braless chest over her dress, enjoying her laboured breaths and subtle squirming as you find and brush against her erect nipple. She's so warm, and it feels so perfect against your cold flesh...it takes all of your self-restraint not to thoroughly stain the elevator's carpeting with her blood and cum.

You settle for leaning into her ear, feeling her tremble with the stimulation of your breath on her lobe as you whisper "you know what I'm going to do to you, don't you?".

She quickly responds with a low, breathless "yes...".

Your hand leaves her breasts to find her slender throat, your long fingers curling around it, holding it ever so gently as you continue "and you want me to, don't you...you want it so fucking bad it hurts, doesn't it..."

"Yes, mistress, I want it...I want it so bad, please give it to me...please...use me...hurt me, fuck me, fuck your property, please..." she rambles, half delirious with nervous arousal to the point of reverting to broken English, her cheeks flushed red, her shivering fingers curling around yours, her heart pounding like a drum...