Stacey gives you medicine (with a spoonful of sugar)

"What do you think you're doing?" you ask Stacey.

"Forgive me, master. But let's just slow down, take a few minutes to talk, before anything goes too far," she says. You sit and not assent, gesturing for her to hand you back the marker. She does and sits next to you, wrapping her arms around you.

"I'm still your girlfriend. I've known you for a long time. I care about you. And what I just saw was something darker than I've ever seen."

"You think I'm letting the power go to my head? You think I'm being irresponsible?" you say. The words come out more defensive than you thought they would.

"I think you need to look at yourself and consider that possibility. You faced-fucked a woman until she couldn't breathe after knowing her an hour," she let the words hang, "I know it was hot. I watched and it was one of the hottest, most depraved things I've ever seen. I can only imagine what you felt like holding her. But if this is what you're doing now, what will you be doing in a week? In a year?" she say. She tenderly strokes your hair while she speaks.

You sit, letting her words roil around your head. Maria's sleeping form looks peaceful now, but you remember her **** on your cum. You remember that instead of concern you felt the thrill of dominance, the power at your fingertips.

Stacey gently pushes you back on the couch, until you're laying down. She starts to stroke your cock with her hand, and for the first time in a while it doesn't come to life instantly. She's patient though and even in the midst of your brooding meditation you harden.

You shake your head. No, I'm not going to far. This is a ploy. It's gotta be.

"I think you're just jealous of your master's cock, Stacey. You called yourself my girlfriend - that was before. You're my **** now. It's written right on you," you say.

Stacey doesn't seem upset or offended as she mounts you and starts to ride you cowgirl style, bouncing up and down at a steady pace. She unlaces her leather top and lets her tits bounce alluringly. She reaches up to start playing with her nipples and moans in pleasure.

"Yes - ngh - master, I am jealous. Of your attention. Of the ability to please you with my body. I want to stay special to you and I know I will. But I'm thinking clearly since you blessed me with that - ngh - massive, mind-blowing, earth-shattering - ngh - orgasm," she emphasized each adjective with a drop onto his cock, "Everything I'm saying is from my heart."

She starts to ride you harder, and you match her rhythm bucking your hips. Her toned abs have a sheen of sweat, she kneads her tits forcefully with her hands. you grab her hips and help her accelerate further. Your orgasm builds and builds, you try to hold it off but with one extra-deep stroke you finally can't resist. You clamp her to you, cumming as deep inside as you can.

"So what do you say?" she says panting, "Will you be a little gentler, take things a little slower, and check yourself before you go too far?"