I do

Knowing she would be unable to stop me, I pushed her back and slapped her hand away from my dick. She looked angry that I had done that, but I was through caring about her perceived slights. I stepped forward, causing her to retreat before me, and held her gaze.

"Please never, ever think to give me an order or demand I do something. You can ask." I took a step. "You can beg." Another step. "But make no mistake about who is in control here." A third step. Kimmy shied away from me with each one, still at my eye level but growing smaller in stature, her eyes cast down to avoid mine. I put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her in close, forcing her to make eye contact. "You know you can't stop me from doing what I want, you know your body was made for me, so would you please just give in and stop thinking that you're anything but my horny submissive slut!"

That command had been accidental, entirely unintentional, and as I realized what I had said, I watched the light go out of Kimmy's eyes. She dropped to her knees in front of me, shock and confusion on her face as she processed the new thoughts I had **** into her. I could see her mouth working with no sound coming out.

I knelt down to be on the same level as her. "Kimmy... Kimiko, I'm sorry for yelling. Really. I didn't mean to get so angry with you."

She pointedly kept her gaze below mine, staring vaguely at my chest, and said in a quiet voice, "You... you can be angry with me if you want, sir-, I mean, mast-, or m'lor... Wh- what should I call you?"

"Sir is fine, Kimmy... Can I call you Kimmy?" I asked.

"You can call me whatever you want, sir."

"That's right, Kimmy. I can call you whatever I want." I stood up and stroked her head. "I can do whatever I want to you, isn't that right?"

She nodded demurely. "That's right, sir."

"And how does that make you feel, Kimmy?"

"It feels right, sir. And it makes me even hornier than I was before."

"Get up," I ordered, and she stood up in one fluid motion. I gestured her towards my couch, and she quietly stepped over to it. I could see that despite ripping off the majority of her clothes in a sexual fervor, her high heels had remained on her feet. She reached the couch and looked back to me with questioning eyes.

I remembered the last time I'd seen Kimmy naked on a couch. It had been a different one, in a different apartment, a few years ago, but the image had been burned into my mind and I couldn't help seeing it now. The casual, almost flippant way she had done what she did was a knife in the back. There would always be a scar there, but at the very least I was due some... physical therapy.

I walked toward her, pulling off my shirt and slipping off my shoes. Before I was halfway there, my pants and underwear had been slipped down my legs and left behind. I didn't slow as I reached her, instead placing a hand on her neck and throwing her bodily onto the sofa. I was above her in an instant, naked and hard and ready to take out some tension on the very person who had caused me so much grief, one hand on her throat and the other pinning her arm against the cushions. I held eye contact and thrust myself into her as hard as I could.

She was wetter than I would have thought possible, but clearly my stacked commands had driven her to absurd heights. The only resistance was from the tightness of her pussy, and even that gave way as my anger and frustration drove me forward. She cried out in time with my grunt of effort, squeezing her eyes shut then snapping them open again to hold my gaze, her expression a mix of pain and pleasure. I moved out and back in with as much **** as I could muster. Below me, her enhanced tits bounced with each thrust.

As I settled into a furious, brutal rhythm, pushing in and out with little regard for stamina or soreness, I noticed that her face was turning slightly blue. The hand, my hand, on her throat had begun constricting, **** her with a strength I didn't know I had. A few years worth of anger, betrayal, lust, vengeance, guilt rushed through me as her face began to move from blue to purple. My hand had a mind of its own, and for a terrifying few seconds I couldn't let go. Just as Kimmy was on the verge of passing out, I managed to pry myself away from her neck.

She gasped for air as I pulled away, still inside her but all movement paused. As air rushed into her lungs, the purple color faded and her face became it's ordinary lovely brown, though still distinctly flushed. I was panting, having pushed myself further than I had planned. We stared at each other for a long moment.

She was the first to speak, her voice husky and scratched. "Please, sir, keep fucking me. I need it, oh fuck I need it, I need to cum, I..."

As she continued to beg, I slowly bent over and started to push into her again. This time, I kept my pace measured and controlled and kept my hands away from any particularly fragile parts of her body. Her rambling pleas slid into incoherent mumbling and moaning as I set a tempo and thrust again and again. She was tight, warm, wet, and felt absolutely fantastic.

I knew from experience that Kimmy rarely came from sex alone, and while her astronomic levels of arousal may have been helping her along today, I had no reason to leave it to chance. Leaning in, I brought my mouth close to her ear.

"Do you know what I think would be hot?"

She moaned, and I felt her hot breath on my cheek. "Mmmmm, what?"

I bit her earlobe, then whispered, "I think it would be hot if you..." I thrust a little harder than the usual pattern, "...could cum..." another thrust, "...on command."

"Ooh, I, unh, I think, mmm, that would be, ooh, so hot!"

"In that case, please..." Thrust. "...orgasm whenever..." Thrust. "...I tell you to 'cum.'"

"Yes, sir."

"Cum!"

Kimmy screamed in ecstasy, finally reaching the release I had been building her up to. I was surprised to feel her squirt against my pelvis, and suddenly I was cumming too, as deep into her as I could possibly be. The mix of adrenaline and lust that had been fueling me dissipated in a flash, and I pulled out and staggered to my feet, doubled over to catch my breath. There was a sudden silence in the apartment as we both waited for our minds to catch up to our bodies.

Still lying on the couch, Kimmy had drawn her knees up was rocking back and forth, sliding her legs against each other in post-coital bliss. She smiled over at me as I stretched out a few sore muscles. "That was fantastic, sir. Can you do it again?"

"Again? After that, I think I'll need a few minutes at least."

She giggled at me. "Not that, sir. I just meant can you command me to cum again. Please, sir, I really want to cum."

I remembered instilling that need to cum in her. I could use it to my advantage later, but for right now it wouldn't cost me a thing to let her have it. "Alright, Kimmy," I said. "Cum."

Another orgasm overtook her, causing her to cry out again and squirt more onto my couch. I could see a stain forming beneath her already. Before she could finish climaxing, I leaned in over her and repeated, "Cum. Cum. Cum," and she melted into a shuddering mass of ecstatic pleasure. I took her tits in my hands and pinched both nipples hard. "Cum."

I left her there, shivering and moaning as multiple orgasms washed through her, and went to take a shower.