Ever since that first stolen kiss they had exchanged the last time he had visited and he discovered the cold, hard reality of her marriage, he knew he would make her his one day. The passion in her kiss today told him she wanted him too and he wasn’t going to let her down. She would have the traditional man and marriage she craved. The billionaire retrieved his overcoat and draped it over his arm hoping she now knew he was serious about her discipline and how far he would go to ensure her safety.
Alexander smoothed down her skirt and slipped his arm underneath her body and raised her from the rock. She groaned and squirmed in his grasp when his arm pressed against her stomach. He turned his head quizzically to look at her from the side when he set her down on her feet and held the coat open for her to put on.
“Do you need to relieve yourself, baby girl?” he asked in a parental tone immediately guessing what was wrong.
“No, I am fine. Thank you,” she said in a small timid voice.
He stood in front of her and catching her arm pressed his free hand against the lower part of her stomach just above her pussy to test if she was telling him the truth. She yelped.
“You are lying, little one.”
“Must you call me that? I can hold it.”
He wanted to chuckle again but stopped. She needed to learn he was now fully in control and her training in submission was just beginning.
“I won’t have you in discomfort. Pee and make yourself comfortable.”
“Okay.”
She moved away from him presumably to find a covert spot in which to squat and pee but he caught hold of her arm and pulled her back to him.
“Where do you think you are going?” he asked darkly.
“I am going to find a place to relieve myself away from your prying eyes.”
She tried to shrug him off.
“No. You do it here where I can see you.”
She looked shocked making a smile twitch wickedly at the corners of his sensuous mouth.
“No way.”
“I can’t let you out of my sight after what you just did. You should have thought of this when you ran away from me,” he told her firmly.
He watched her blush and lower her eyes.
“Please, Alexander. I can’t pee in front of you. I don’t think I will even be able to. I am sorry I ran away. I was just shocked at the way everything was changing. I want to trust you fully but after Ross and my father, I find it hard to put my faith and trust in any man to take care of me. I want to learn but you have to give me some time.”
She sounded more than sincere but it was time she learned he had taken charge of her world. Once she allowed herself to fully surrender to her life, he was more than aware she wanted, as a submissive, she would enjoy and welcome it as natural.
“Are you going to hitch up that skirt or do I have to do it for you?”
She stood there dumbfounded, fidgeting with the corner of her sweater, her free hand rubbing her tummy, head bowed like a naughty schoolgirl to hide her intense discomfort and prompting Alexander to take matters into his own hands. He stood behind her firmly gripping her hips when she struggled then reached to lift her skirt up around her waist again. Keeping his arm around her middle and her skirt in place, he gently pushed down on her body guiding her to a squat position and kept her there. She clung to his arm whimpering and at first, wanting to remove it, but she relaxed when he spoke, “Don’t be bashful, Scarlett. I have seen and helped many a woman pee. You are not the first. Now widen your legs some more,” he instructed tapping them with his hand.
“No.”
“Do it or do you want to be spanked on that sore bottom again?” he spoke seductively. “Let me lower your body down a bit more as well.”
Finally, Scarlett capitulated and stopped resisting his move to help the lower half of her body sink downwards.
“Now pee for me like a good girl,” he instructed with a small grin enjoying the control he was exerting. It was a relief after having to stand so apart from her for so long and obey her wishes.
Alexander could feel her body tense in his grasp attempting to manage the feat but it was proving difficult.
“I can’t. I can’t. It won’t come,” she paused and then to his delight and amusement added, “Daddy.”
“I will help you, little one,” he told her with a trace of humor in his tone.
It wasn’t the first time he’d forced a woman to relieve herself in front of him to train her in submission just as he had told her, but to see Scarlett submit this way excited him like no other woman had ever done.
Placing the lower half of his palm and his wrist just above her pussy to press on her bladder and force the liquid to release, he allowed his fingers to weave between the lips of her thick, juicy pussy swollen from her spanking. Curving his body over hers to force her to hold the position, he lifted her sweater and roughly pushed up her bra to expose one large breast making her cry out. He gave it a harsh squeeze and flicked his thumb over her taut nipple flexing it back and forth raising a loud moan of pleasure from her lips. He intensified his grip and squeezed the mound painfully tight again.
His stroke of her clit and the length of her pink wet pussy was expert. He pressed his fingers downward, pulled, kneaded and pinched her clit as though trying to make it release its nectar. When
