Give her the release she needs.

I guess I'm a bit of a bastard, letting my horny tenant get more and more worked-up over the past few days. Especially because of her difficulty with masturbation. Most college students her age would have taken care of themselves (I certainly did) but Alison's fucked up background took away that option. It's still hard to believe, especially because of how responsive this sweet young woman is when I touch her. I spend a while feeling her up as she hangs there, I've had this young woman's naked body in my hands before but there is something exciting about feeling her soft curves stretched up like this for my pleasure. Until I saw her squirming on her bed a couple days ago, I hadn't really thought about the implications, but it is clear now that if this pretty teen doesn't get some release, she might go crazy.

“I can't believe how helpless I feel all tied up like this, Mr. P.” Alison's breathing is ragged as she squirms on my knee grinding her barely covered sex almost violently on my thigh. “Is that what you like, Sir? To have an unspoiled girl to use however you want as she struggles and pleads?” She rocks forward until she is hanging by her wrists and twists in my arms. “Admit it Mr. P, you get as excited by those slavegirl books as I do.” She has that right; my cock is forming an unmistakable tent in my khakis. “You want to violate that Imperial virgin. You want to make her scream as you claim her!”

“That's my plan, Angel.” I smile as I pull away from her with a sigh. “Do you understand now what I'm going to do to you this Saturday?” I see the surprise in her expressive face.

The poor thing clearly didn't think I was going to wait for the weekend.

“Aren't you going to do it now?”

“No, I'll wait. This weekend I'm going to do as many wicked things as I can think of to that poor Imperial captive, but don't worry though. Just because I'm going to wait a little longer for my pleasure, doesn't mean you have to.”

“Oh God Mr. P,” Alison's eyes widen in understanding and relief, “This is so wicked. I know that I should be praying for you to set me free, but all I can think about is how much I need this.”

“You ready then?” I ask as I trace my fingernail down her throat towards the valley between her tits. Closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath Alison once again returns to the role of the captured debutant.

“You can't do that!” She tries half-heartedly to twist her body away. “I can't be a pleasure **** ... I've seen them led around on leashes whining to please their masters. I'm not like those needy little animals.”

“Oh, I'm pretty sure you'll make an exquisite pleasure ****.” I roll her puckered little nipple between my thumb and finger watching her face as waves of pleasure sweep over it. “In fact, I bet if I grab your cunnie right now that it would be dripping with juices.”

“Don't!” Her wiggling is more energetic now that my hand is sliding lower but, hanging like she is against the wall, there just isn't much she can do to stop me. “You can't ... oh please!”

I am not in the least surprised to feel just how wet she really is. I had already seen the dark patch on the light blue panties, and the smell of her arousal fills the kitchen so when my fingers slip under the elastic waistband, I find exactly what I was expecting. Not only is she slick and hot, but her petals are already separating in some kind of primitive feminine response to a man's touch.

“You have to stop!” Alison somehow is still able to play the role of the **** innocent. “It's wrong for a man to touch me like this until I'm his bride.” In spite of her protests, when my middle finger slides carefully into her, I can feel her pelvis rock trying to take more than just the first knuckle.

“You are a horny little slut, aren't you?” As worked up as she is, I don't know how much longer Alison is going to be able to hold out, but I am careful not to end this too quickly. “From the moment I felt you struggling in my arms I knew you were going to be a hot one.”

“No stop this ... please, I don't know what you want ... oh God, not this. Anything but this!” Her soft brown eyes look up at me in a mixture of excitement and fear, and for just an instant I see the smile of satisfaction on my horny tenant's face. “She can't stop herself, Mr. P. You're going to make her cum all over your probing nasty fingers - you'll show her that she's a woman just like all those slaves she used to look down on.” Then as quickly as she broke out of character, she was back in it. “What's happening? You have to stop ... Oh ... Ouugh ... OOUUGGH FUCK!”

I'm not sure that the last word was something that one of Sparrowhawk's demure maidens would have uttered, but who am I to complain as Alison's whole body jerks and twists from her wrists in what is clearly a much-needed orgasm.

I hold her slender body in my arms as she slowly comes down from the climax, the last thing I want is the leather band around her wrists to leave some kind of abrasion that gets reported to Campus Authorities. It takes almost a minute of slowly subsiding tremors before Alison is finally able to speak.

“Oh God Mr. P, I didn't think it could get any better than last week, but now ...” A sudden thought stops her mid-sentence. “Are you sure you don't to do it now, Mr. P. I think we're a little past the once-a-week-for-rent stage by now anyways, don't you?”