Enforce your rules.

Chiyoko was so hot, desperately rubbing her clit. I wished I had a moment to snap a picture of her with my phone, but I could see she was mere moments away from her own climax and my command had been very clear. Having just released the huge amount of tension in my body, however, I felt my dominant energy begin to wane. The post-nut clarity was strong. I wasn't cut out for this "master" shit.

"Hey, stop that."

She whined desperately but didn't stop. "Please, Jacob, I'm close!"

I reached for her wrists and pulled them away from her body. She immediately leaned into my grasp for balance in her low squat. "Koko," I said, a warning tone in my voice. "Time's up. You don't get to come now."

She looked up at me and nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry. It was just... that was so fucking hot. I got carried away. It's hard to stop, sometimes. I'll do better; this is still pretty new." She grinned up at me.

It was new. I wasn't even a hundred percent clear on the exact nature of our relationship. Was she my ****? Was she just a really submissive girlfriend? Was that all up to me? I didn't just want to take my cues from her, that sounded lame. We'd have to have a talk about it at some point. But for the time being, we could definitely agree that it was super hot, what we'd just done. "Yeah, you're amazing."

I wanted to get back into my dominant headspace. I helped her to her feet and then immediately pushed her backwards until her back hit the brick of the building. I pinned her wrists to the wall: her elbows down by her sides and her hands near her shoulders, palms out. I was careful not to hurt her, but left her no room to wiggle out of my grip.

She purred. "Mmm. I like this. I like how you just grab me. It's very exciting when my man gets physical."

I appreciated her feedback, but I just looked at her. Her shirt was wide open, her breathing still rapid. My eyes lingered on her exposed bra, watching her chest rise and fall. She was still covered in my cum. Chest, neck, chin, face. It was everywhere.

She bit her lower lip as I assessed her condition. I loved the way her dark eyes sparkled.

I needed a plan. I couldn't keep bouncing back and forth between awkwardly trying to seem dominant and actually feeling like I owned her. The only thing keeping me feeling at all confident was the desire that burned in her eyes every time I flexed a little dominance. She wanted it. She wanted me. God she was so hot.

I made up my mind. I wanted to see this through. "Chiyo, I know this may have been a little ambiguous before but I want to be perfectly clear now. I don't want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to be my ****. I want to own you, **** you. Tie you up, slap you around. I want a kinky Asian slut."

She shuddered. "Yes. Please. I want that too. I'll be good!"

I nodded. "Good. When we're alone, I want you to call me master. Jacob is for when people are around. I will punish you if you forget. Now say 'yes, master.'"

She swallowed. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl, Chiyo. Now clean off your face—not your chest—I want you to carry my scent with you for the rest of the day. When this dries enough that it won't soak your shirt, button back up and come find me in the library." I pointed out the library, visible not far away from our position. "I'll get us a study room in the back. Ask the front desk if you need help. If you're very good, I will let you come."

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, yes Master! I will be such a good little Asian slut for you. I promise!"

And just like that, I was feeling very dominant again. This girl had enough submissive energy to really inspire me. I nodded. "Good." and then I just left her there in the bushes. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I opened the library's web site to reserve the most private study room for a few hours. I didn't think I'd need it for that long, but didn't want to have to think about it. There would be no competition for it today, anyway. Classes hadn't even started.

I laughed. Classes hadn't even started and I already had a hot ****. This was going to be a great year.