Re-establish your rule over Betua.

You find Betua in the kitchen, working on dinner. As you pause, undetected, to admire the redhaired Gaul, you feel your cock start to stiffen under your tunic. Time to make sure your authority remains in your own house.

Striding across the room, you seize your **** by the back of her head, grasping her firmly by the hair. "A-ah! Dominus?"

"Me," you reply. You pull Betua's head toward you and she arches her back instinctively, pushing her small, round tits out. You reach up and pinch one of them cruelly. "I've rested from the road now, and I think it's time to remind you of your place. Which hole do you want me to use, ****?"

"Aaah! W-whichever...most pleases you, Dominus."

You chuckle. "Ah, good. You're learning. Get on your knees."

The redhead drops to her knees as you pull up a bench and sit down on it. You gather her long hair into a ponytail and keep a firm grip on it as she rests her hands on your thighs and moves in to get to work. "Good slut...you know the procedure. Make my balls shine, then move onto the cock."

You lean your head back and sigh happily as Betua laps at your balls, sending waves of pleasure through you. As the growth in your cock becomes impossible to ignore, she lifts her head slightly and begins running her tongue up and down your shaft, sending tingles of delight through you. You can't wait to feel her mouth anymore, so you pull her by the hair up and toward you slightly, slipping your swollen cock through her lips and into her mouth. You move the girl up and down your cock as she sucks away fervently at you, and you moan in the ecstasy of her tight, warm mouth.

You feel your climax building, and pull Betua down to the hilt of your cock, ramming your member deep into her throat. She lets out a **** noise, but doesn't try to pull away, watery green eyes gazing up at you fearfully as you pump wave after wave of your cum into her throat. When you're finally done, you slip your cock from her throat and she lets out a gasp, gulping for air as tears mingle with drool on her face. You further their mingling by wiping your cock off on her cheek.

"Well done, ****. What's for dinner tonight?"

"A r-roast chicken, with herbs, Dominus."

"Sounds excellent. I'll have you repeat that performance while I dine, then end the evening with a good fuck of your pussy before bed." You lean forward and seize both her nipples. "What do you say, ****?"

"Aaaah! Th-thank you for the attention, Dominus."

You smile. "That's a good girl. Back to work now."

That evening, you're as good as your word.