Return to Paradise

Carlotta hesitated briefly then, with a shuddering moan, her long limbs parted. Delicately, Quentin titillated the sex lips available. “That feels nice,” he said. Still moaning, Carlotta had begun to tremble uncontrollably. Obviously the effort to make herself submit was very great. Understandably. Her head drooped.
Putting his other hand under the girl’s chin, Quentin raised it again... and looked into despairing, frightened eyes. “You will be aware. Carlotta, that for the time being, I own you?”
“Y-yes... Master...” The answer was a husky whisper.
“And that I can do anything I like with you?”
“Y-yes... yes... Master...”
“Show me the bottom I shall thrash, slave.”
Again there was a momentary hesitation, an obvious summoning of will. Then Carlotta knelt, put her nose to the carpet and turning her hind quarters towards Quentin, raised them high, thighs parting. The obligatory slave posture.
Magnificent, thought Quentin. Quite magnificent. This young Creole girl had a body as good, if not better, than any he had ever set eyes on. He felt the throb of lust.
But I must rest a little first, he told himself. He was tired after a long journey and this was something not to be wasted!
“Good... good... “he said. “‘Fit for a Prince’ you might say!” And he saw the girl shudder violently. Her will was being severely tested. “In fact,” Quentin went on, “I think while I am here, I shall address you as ‘Princess’. Yes... that will be rather amusing.”
Another shudder... and a distinct grinding of teeth.
“Up, Princess. I am going to take a shower. You will come and soap me...”
With her natural grace, Carlotta stood up and turned, watching helplessly as Quentin stripped off. So this is the vile beast I have to serve and please, the dark eyes seemed to say when Quentin stood nude... hairy and rather too paunchy. Delicate nostrils twitched. Quentin smiled, it pleased rather that displeased him when a young woman found him somewhat repellent. For she had to do what he wanted, or else!