Jane is more than ready

"John..." she said, pausing to draw a calming breath. "I cannot imagine anything I could want more than this. Of course. Yes. Let's do it."

I laughed, delighted at her response. "Of course, you have no right to refuse this, but I am glad to know you want it just as much as I do."

She grinned back at me. "Are you kidding?" She turned to point at the woman, paused on the screen. "Look at her! Chained to that... what is that? Fucking machine, thing. In her high heels and leather collar. It's so hot I can barely stand it. I want to be her, and I want you to do it to me...." Suddenly remembering herself, she reigned in her exuberance and added, a quick "...sir."

"Good. I will start making a list of things we will need for our dungeon. I want you to do the same. This is a serious assignment, and an order, so don't be lazy about it. And don't just show me things you really like, if you see something you think you wouldn't like or that you really do not like, show me those as well."

"Yes, Master." She said, pressing her thighs together. She must have been getting worked up already, just talking about it.

I brushed her cheek gently with the palm of my hand and then reached for the back of her head and took a firm grip on her hair as I sat up, forcing her to tilt her head back to look at me.

She gasped softly, then let out the softest, quietest little moan, urgent and needy. God, she really did want this.

I spoke in a low, firm voice. "I am going to break you. Tear you down and rebuild you to be better, more submissive. You will be pushed to your limit, past your limit. I will pile expectations on you that you can't hope to satisfy, just to have an excuse to punish you for failing me, and then I will break you again."

My cock ached as I spoke to her, picturing all of it, and Jane was squirming with her own arousal, so as I spoke, I guided her to shift into a position straddling my lap. A benefit to both of us being stark naked. Her nipples were like diamonds as she followed my direction, getting into position. Such a needy slut; I loved her so much.

"So when you find yourself exhausted and broken, and wonder what you could have possibly done to deserve what I will do to you..."

I guided the tip of my cock to the entrance of her canal, already wet and ready to receive me, and pushed her down onto my cock. She purred appreciatively but I held her motionless. She would feel the throbbing and twitching of my intense arousal, but I didn't let her move.

"In those moments, let this one truth bring you comfort. You didn't do anything wrong; it's just that it pleases me to do it to you."

She whined pitifully, rolling her hips to grind my cock against her insides, but I placed a hand on her thigh to still her. Still, her muscles clenched and gripped my member. She was panting.

"You are everything I could want in a wife and ****, my love, but that isn't going to stop me from trying to mold you into someone, something better. Over and over again. This is what it means to be my ****."

Even without movement, Jane managed to come on my lap, moaning and squirming in my grip.

At that exact moment, a knock came at the door, and a feminine voice called out, "Room service!"