Chapter 10: It Feels Right

Continued from chapter 9:

“I think we owe it to ourselves to let me own you for a few days, Ero,” she says.

“I’m going to go home and pack some things that will allow us to explore the depths of your submissiveness. Thank you for being a brave boy—a big boy over his mommy’s knee. I know it must have been very embarrassing for you, but rest assured, it is going to get a lot worse. It’s not every day a 21-year-old girl gets to own a 37-year-old man. Rest up, Ero. No clothes, no playing with yourself.”

She pats my wilting penis gently.

“That doesn’t belong to you anymore. Your penis is mine now. I’ll be back in an hour.”

Cassidy's eyes gleam with sadistic delight at her words, a shiver of anticipation running through her. She leans down, grabbing my chin roughly and forcing me to meet her gaze.

“An hour, Ero. Not a second more,” she warns, her voice dripping with dark promise.

“And don’t even think about touching yourself. I’ll know if you do.”

With that, she releases me with a sharp push, standing to her full height and looking down at my naked form with a critical eye.

“When I return, you better be ready. Mentally and physically. Because once I have you alone, really alone, the real fun begins.”

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I climb into bed naked, wrung out and waiting for Cassidy's return. Nervous anticipation coils in my chest. This twenty-one-year-old woman—my daughter's tutor—has already spanked me, made me come across her lap, and made me clean myself from her skin with my tongue. What does she have planned for me now? How far down this rabbit hole of submission will I follow her, having given her total ownership and dominion over my body?

The knock at the door is sharp and commanding.

Before I can respond, Cassidy breezes in, her arms laden with bags, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Ready or not, here I come!" she sing-songs, dropping her bags on the floor with a deliberate thud.

She pauses, taking a moment to drink in my naked form sprawled across the bed. Her gaze travels slowly over every inch of exposed skin, possessive and hungry. She saunters over, crawling onto the mattress with feline grace, and straddles my hips. Her hands roam across my chest and abdomen, claiming me with each touch.

"We're going to have so much fun, Ero," she says, her voice low and promising. "I'm going to push you to your limits and beyond."

I smile up at her, already completely vulnerable. There's no point in resisting now. I might as well surrender completely.

"Please do, Miss Kendall," I say, my voice soft with shyness. "How do you want me?"

Cassidy's grin widens, her eyes sparkling with malicious delight. She leans down, her breath hot against my ear as she whispers directly into it.

"Oh, I want you in every way possible, my sweet Ero," she murmurs. "I want to break you down and rebuild you as my perfect plaything."

Her hands slide down my chest, her nails raking lightly over my nipples. The sensation sends electricity through my body.

"First things first, though—I want you to address me properly," she continues, her tone shifting to something more commanding. "From now on, you will call me Miss Kendall, Mistress Cassidy, or Mommy. Understand?"

She punctuates her question with a sharp pinch to my nipple, twisting just hard enough to make me gasp.

"Say it, Ero," she demands.

"Miss Kendall," I breathe. "Please own me. Make me yours."

Cassidy nods approvingly, releasing my nipple and rewarding the submission with a gentle caress. Her touch is tender against my reddened skin.

"Good boy, Ero," she says warmly. "You're learning quickly. Now, I need you helpless, sweetie. Then I'm going to change into something a little more comfortable."

She produces four long silken scarves from her bag and binds me spread-eagle to the bed with practiced efficiency. Each knot is secure but not painfully tight—she knows exactly what she's doing.

"There, baby boy," she coos, surveying her handiwork. "All nice and naked and spread for me."

She leans down and gives me a slow, lingering kiss before pulling back.

"I'll be right back," she says, hopping off the bed. She grabs her overnight bag and disappears into the bathroom.

Three minutes later, Cassidy emerges like a vision. She's wrapped in a short satin robe that hints at whatever lies beneath it. Her braids are undone, her dark hair tied up in a messy bun that somehow makes her look both younger and more dangerous. She is devastatingly sexy, and I am completely at her mercy. In this moment, the age difference between us, the fact that she tutors my daughter, none of it matters. Even if I could stop her—and I can't, bound as I am—I find I don't want to. I want her to own me, to torment me, to break me down so she can rebuild me however she sees fit.

"Miss Kendall," I gasp, unable to look away. "You're beautiful."

Cassidy smirks wickedly and rummages through her bag, producing a long white feather and a small, handheld flogger. She kneels between my spread legs, her fingertips ghosting over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"My, my, don't you look delicious like this," she purrs. "Spread open and presented so perfectly for me. I could just eat you up."

She stops in front of me, reaching out to trace the underside of my twitching erection with a single finger. The touch is feather-light, teasing.

"Tell me, Ero," she says, her voice low and curious. "How does it feel to be so utterly powerless? To know that I can do anything I want to this body of yours?"

"It feels right, Miss Kendall," I answer without hesitation. "I'm helpless to stop you, and I wouldn't want to even if I could. I surrender to you, Cassidy. I want to be owned by you, at your mercy and for your pleasure. Do with me what you will. I'm yours."

To be continued in chapter 11...

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