May I Call You Master? (5)
Thighs that went rock-hard at the slightest flex. Abs carved even more sharply than Lim Jiwoo's. The long, high ridges of her erector muscles, and that ass. Just looking at those was enough to tell you how exceptional Min Seoeun's body really was.
She'd been national-team caliber in taekwondo — a combat sport — even if it had only been during her teenage years. Of course her strength would be outstanding. But what I meant wasn't just raw muscle. It was the full package of physical ability that came with it. Min Seoeun had perfect control over every inch of herself.
And she was using it.
Her ass came down in a frantic, wet rhythm, slapping against me over and over.
"Haaaaah...! Hah, hah...! Nngh, hah, haaaaah...! Hah, hah, uh, nngh, hah, haaaaah...!"
She'd planted her hands on my stomach and was slamming her hips down, driving herself onto me with raw, violent force. It was hard to believe this was really her first time. The sight of her went past lewd and into something downright filthy, and I found myself staring, transfixed.
That frantic slapping never let up.
"Hah... Seoeun."
"Mm, haaah... Inside, put it inside, Master, hah... haaaaah, insiiide...!"
I hadn't even said I was close. She must have read it on my face, because she nodded, panting, her tongue peeking out between her lips. I'd already decided I was going to take her like this — take all of this — so I let it happen.
I thrust up hard.
A thick, pulsing rush poured out of me, spurt after heavy spurt.
"Haaaaaaaah... nngh...!!"
"Hahh..."
The squeeze around my cock was brutal. I came hard into that pressure, and Min Seoeun came with me — her violent bouncing stopped dead as a full-body shudder ripped through her.
That made two for me. For Min Seoeun, roughly her fourth orgasm.
She'd already come a lot. And yet her eyes were sharper than ever as she looked down at me, and her hips started moving again.
"Haaaah... hah, good, it feels so good... good, Maasteer... haaaaah...!"
I'd felt something like this the first time with Han Minah. That sense that you'd shown up to do the fucking and somehow ended up getting fucked instead. Not the predator — the prey. And Min Seoeun, right now, looked even more dangerous than Han Minah had back then, when she'd had plenty built up.
That mouth, smiling, drool running down her chin. Those pretty, cut lines of her forearms. Those thighs clamped hard around my waist. And more than any of that—
She slammed down and clenched.
A vicious, crushing squeeze.
"Haaaaaangh...!"
"Nnh..."
A stupid sound slipped out of me before I could stop it. That tight little pussy was clamping down like she was genuinely trying to wring me dry, and there was an obsession in it that I could feel. I was the one on my back, technically, but the feeling itself wasn't bad.
Funny thing to say, but: first, Min Seoeun was gorgeous. Second, that gorgeous girl was trying to latch onto me. Third, the form that obsession took was sex with me. And more than anything, I could just lie here and watch her.
"Hah, haaaaah...! Hah, nnnngh, hah, haaaaah...! Mas, Master, hah, haah...! Haaaaaangh...!"
Min Seoeun's moans, husky and cracking. Her breasts swaying every time she moved. The twitch of her hips whether she was going up and down or rocking forward and back. And that face — so completely drowned in pleasure she looked like she'd turned into an actual animal. I could just lie here and watch all of that, and she'd keep moving on her own, chasing my orgasm for me. So yeah. It was good.
It was good... except it pissed on my pride a little.
If the one on top of me had been Han Minah, I might not have cared about pride at all. I might have just enjoyed getting taken. It suited her. And Min Seoeun... if you only looked at her face and the atmosphere she gave off, you could argue she suited this even more than Han Minah did. But when you thought about what she and I actually were to each other—
She slammed down again and clenched so hard it almost hurt.
"Hah... Master, I'm gon... I'm gonna c-come, hah, haangh, haaaaangh, haaah... aaaaaaahn...!!"
Min Seoeun came hard, shuddering through it, her hips still working. I could talk all I wanted about not just lying here and taking it from her, but...
"...Hh, hah, ah, ahn, nnh... nnh, nngh, hah, haaaaaaah...!"
The way she trembled, letting out those husky little sounds in fits and starts, was honestly pretty cute.
The orgasm passed. Her face went filthy again.
"Haaaaah...!"
She started slow — then, at some point, her hips sped up.
"Hah, nngh, hah, hah, haaaaah...! Haangh, haaaangh...!"
Had her sex drive always been this strong? I'd figured it would be on the high side, based on a few things she'd said, but what I was looking at now was way past that estimate. I needed to break her in properly, and soon. I hadn't trained her to be like this.
The wet slapping picked up again.
"Hah, nngh... hah, hah, haaaaah...!"
"Seoeun."
"Mmh, yes... hah, yes, Mas... haangh, hah...!"
"Seoeun."
"Yeees, yes, Master, hah, haangh...!"
"Min Seoeun."
"Yes, y-yes...?"
I'd been calling her by her given name this whole time, all soft. The second I put her family name in front of it and hardened my voice, she froze — the exact face of a dog that knows it did something wrong. She didn't know what to do with herself. Her eyes dropped. So she did know, at least.
"Get off."
"Thaaat..."
"Get off. Or do you want to stop? For good?"
"......"
She'd crossed the line first. I wasn't about to let it slide. If she'd been a cat, I might have shrugged and let her be. But she was a dog. And not just any dog — a military dog, a Doberman, the kind that once it loses its head is more than most people can handle. She wasn't a fully grown animal yet. I needed to train her properly, now, while I still could. So I gave the order the way an angry master would — flat, hard, no warmth in it at all.
"Get off."
"...Yes. Yes..."
Min Seoeun wilted completely. She climbed off me herself and shifted to the side, and as she did—
A thick, wet sound.
"Nnh..."
The cum I'd left inside her spilled out and ran down. On any other day — hell, even now — that was a filthy, insanely hot sight. I pretended I hadn't seen it and sat up. Min Seoeun, like a dog that knows it's in trouble, sat back on her ass with her head slightly bowed. The bow was to avoid my eyes. But she also kept flicking glances up at me, reading my face.
"Min Seoeun."
"Yeees..."
"Did you do well, or did you do wrong?"
"I... I did it... wrong."
"What did you do wrong?"
"...Mas, Master... I was supposed to make you feel good, but I... I..."
If she already knew what she'd done, there was no need to drag the lecture out.
"If you did something wrong, you get punished."
"...Yes."
"On your stomach."
"What?"
"On your stomach. If you'd rather stop here and never do this again, you don't have to."
The thing that had made Min Seoeun happiest earlier wasn't anything else — it was hearing that we could do this again. The second I implied that "again" might disappear, she dropped onto her stomach so fast it was almost funny.
And there it was — the view of her from behind that I hadn't properly gotten a look at before. Those erector muscles standing out in sharp relief. That ass, high and tight. Those long, long legs. What I was checking, specifically, was her ass — whether any of my cum was on it. I was about to spank her, which is about as direct a method of discipline as it gets, and the idea of hitting an ass that had my own cum on it was... a little much, even for me. Luckily, it was clean. I'd come inside her when she was on her back earlier, but she'd flipped around so fast afterward that it probably hadn't had a chance to run down.
Anyway.
I set my hand on that ass — thrust up toward me, almost aggressive about it.
"Nnnngh..."
She made a small, strained sound. Her body was still wound tight and oversensitive.
Then I brought my hand down.
Smack.
"Haangh...!"
A light slap. She moaned through it in that husky voice, like she was taking even this as pleasure. One more.
Smack.
"Nnnn... nngh—!"
"You did wrong, didn't you?"
"Haaaah... yes, I d-did... I did it wrong, haaaah...!"
Smack.
"Hah... nngh, I did it wrooong..."
This wasn't a full re-education the way it had been with Lim Jiwoo, and I wasn't trying to build a masochist out of her the way I would with Ju Harin later. It was discipline, first and last. Once she'd actually registered that she'd done something wrong, that was enough.
I let the warmth back into my voice.
"Seoeun."
"Yeeees..."
"You told me at the start, remember? The reason you said you wanted to do this with me was because you were going to help me. That's right, isn't it?"
"...Yeees."
She even sounded a little teary answering that, like it had stung. That gap was going to be the death of me.
"You'll do better from now on, right?"
"Yes. Yes. I will."
"Spread yourself open. Use your own hands."
At that, Min Seoeun — still on her stomach — reached back, grabbed her own ass, and pulled. She spread herself left and right, and as she did—
A thick, wet drip. Then another.
"Nnnn..."
What was left inside her — her own slick mixed with my cum — pattered down onto the sheets. I shuffled forward on my knees to fill what had just emptied out, and I pushed in all at once.
"Haaaaaaaaah...!"
Her voice shot straight up into a high, broken note. I stayed there. Didn't move.
"Master..."
"......"
I was inside her and not doing anything, so she twisted around to look at me with a worried face, like she was afraid she'd already messed up again. She hadn't.
"Move. Yourself."
"Yes. Y-yes..."
With the kind of physical ability she'd just shown me from on top, she ought to be able to put on a hell of a show even like this — face down in front of me. And she did.
She started rocking her ass in small, tight motions, swallowing my cock and letting it go, over and over. And of course, her voice climbed right back up into those high notes.
"Haaaah...! Nnh, nnnngh, hah, haaaaah...! Hah, nngh, nnh, hah, haaaaah...!"
That husky voice hit the top of its range and started to crack. I grabbed her hips hard.
And then I slammed into her.
Suddenly. Really, truly suddenly — I started pounding her as hard as I could.
"Haaaaaaaaaangh—!!"
Min Seoeun's hands, which had been pulling her own ass open, flew to the sheets and fisted them tight. She shook. That tight, high ass bouncing off my hips. Those long back muscles, a sheen of sweat starting to run down the groove of them. Her hair tossing and swaying every time I drove into her. And more than that—
I kept slamming into her, and she clenched down viciously, like she was starving for my cum.
"Haaaah...! Hah, haangh, haaahn, nnh, nnh, nnnngh, hah, haaah, haaaaaaah—!!"
Yeah. It had felt good when she was on top, doing all the work herself. But if I was being honest, my taste ran the other way. I liked being the one who moved.
It didn't take long.
I buried myself to the hilt and came, filling her empty insides in thick, heavy pulses.
"...Haaaah... nngh...!!"
"Hahh..."
And this time it wasn't her hunger that surged up — it was mine. I tightened my grip on her hips, still locked in the middle of her orgasm, and I started pounding her all over again.
"Haaaaaaaaaangh—!!"