No thanks this time

You resist the urge to thank her, knowing it would be counterproductive and against her desires. Instead, you walk around your girlfriend as if intending to fuck her from behind but stop midway, leaning forward instead. Your hand reaches between her thighs, feeling her slick pussy. "It wasn't bad for the first lesson, but I was lenient," you say in a commanding tone. "Next time, I will make sure you learn properly."

Hannah shivers under your touch, nodding eagerly. "Yes, master!" she whimpers, her breathing still uneven. "I want to become better for you!"

You let your fingers circle around her labia, teasing her entrance. "What kind of a slut can get so wet while having her throat filled to the brim?" you ask rhetorically, smirking. "Such a dirty little thing, aren't you?"

Hannah giggles melodiously, "Yes, yes, I am!" she agrees, squirming slightly under your touch.

Withdrawing your hand, you give her ass a playful spank. "Go clean yourself up, whore," you say with feigned disgust. "You're all sweaty and slimy. I can't... I can't cuddle with you like that."

Hannah chuckles as she gets up and walks towards the bathroom. Before closing the door, she looks back at you, blowing a kiss. "Love you, master!" she calls out softly, disappearing behind the closed door. What an experience!

Putting your clothes on (a T-shirt and pants), you collapse onto the couch, letting out a sigh of relief. This whole situation turned out to be more unexpectedly enjoyable than you'd anticipated, even though you had harbored some doubts about dominating Hannah. Now, you feel proud of yourself - confident, manly, powerful. You know you did well, both for her and for yourself. Yet you can only wonder how far this new part of your relationship will go.

After a short rest, you head to the kitchen, ready to make dinner for both you and your girlfriend. After some deliberation, you settle on an easy option: pasta carbonara. While cooking, you can't help but replay the recent events in your mind, smiling to yourself. Next time, you vow to make her come. One idea after another comes to mind; 69, ordering her to masturbate while she sucks you off, or even getting a vibrator to use on her. Yes, next time should be much more interesting.

When she arrives in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a big soft blue towel - one of the few things she brought to your apartment - you greet her warmly. "Dinner is ready," you say, pointing at the table where two plates wait. "Take a seat, Han."

A broad smile spreads across Hannah's face as she sits down. "Too few men cook anything for their girls, especially after... training sessions," she chuckles, taking a bite.

"Why wouldn't I?" you shrug. "We live together now; we share everything, including household chores."

Hannah grins mischievously. "Some of my past partners wouldn't even let me eat at the same table. If anything..." She trails off, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "I'd be under the table, eating something else... making your meal more pleasant..."

You laugh heartily, "Well, those guys were idiots then. We are not like that."

Hannah takes another bite, looking at you warmly. "Guys and girls," she corrects you, "don't be sexist," your girlfriend's eyes twinkle with playfulness. "How a slut like me nailed such a sweet guy? It's some luck!"

You roll your eyes, but you can't help smiling. "You are gorgeous, smart, funny... and most importantly," your gaze softens as you look at her, "you love me. That's why I fell for you."

Hannah blushes, a sight that only makes her more irresistible in your eyes. "Yes, this 'loving' part is kinda new for me," she admits, "but I really do love you. Even if I am a pervert."

"Kinky!" you correct her with a wink. "Yet another reason to love you. Mundane is boring."

Hannah lowers her gaze, her cheeks still tinted with a delicate blush. "Maybe... maybe we can accelerate things and go beyond the one blowjob lesson per day?" she proposes hesitantly. "I mean... you seemed to enjoy it," she adds in a soft voice.