Present - 15 Please punish this bitch master!

"Lisa?! What brings you here?" Paul asked. It had been quite a few days since he and Regina had returned back to the mansion and right now he was just coming back from a meeting when he saw her standing at the gate of the mansion, maybe about to get inside when Paul came.

She was wearing a red backless dress and black glasses. Her hair was open straight coming down and covering some of her back. But he was confused as to why she was there. It was past five in the evening and he didn't remember inviting her so he stared at her with a questioning face.

"Not even a hello?" Smilingly she asked.

"Why are you here?" His stance didn't change. With that face, he asked her again.

"At least invite me inside first before making that face."

Paul did think of inviting her inside but before he could say it in words he remembered Regina was inside and ever since they had returned from the beach house, she was for some reason mad at him but if he brought a woman as beautiful as Lisa inside, there was a chance she will think it as a way of him threatening her that will for sure anger her even more.

"Let's take a walk in the garden." He was not ready to take the risk of angering the already angered woman. Saying that he turned around and walked towards the large garden around the mansion.

"Sure." She with quick steps followed him and came to his side. "I was here a few days ago too but Sam told you were out on a vacation. Tell me from when you started taking vacations?"

"It was nothing. I had to do something."

"I hope you had a good time."

"So, why did you come?"

"I missed you and our time together. I..." Her voice shook, she started feeling self-conscious about what she said so stopped herself from finishing her sentence.

Paul had stopped thinking about her as soon as she left for her vacation. Their relationship was strictly physical. She would come to his playroom, and he would whip her until she cried. Then he fucked her like a madman. She was different than other girls he had known, she was the only one who had withstood him for more than a year but she also eventually left like all the others women so he also felt she was not much different than the other women.

When she decided to leave, he did not stop her. When she left he let her go without a fight, understanding all relationships came to an end one way or another.

She crossed her arms over her chest at his silence but he refused to say anything that to make her feel better.

"I heard you got a new slave." She stopped walking next to him and while standing behind him asked.

"Yes."

"How long are you planning to keep her?"

Paul did not answer. Although he felt something for Regina and he wanted to keep her forever. But he was not sure. Ever since they had returned, she had not spoken to him, neither had he spoken to her, he was waiting for her to tell why she was angry. He could not just go ask her to talk to him, he was her owner after all.

But she had also stopped eating together with him. She had started taking her meals in her room and rarely coming out of it.

He also did not pressure her, he did not want to show that he desperately wanted to talk to her. He enjoyed the things she asked him to do. He would not admit it to her because that would make everything complicated. When they lay together he felt at peace. When he fuck her, he felt the most pleasure he had felt with any other woman.

Not hearing any answer from him, Lisa walked a few steps towards him and after coming in front of him, she bowed her head while saying, "Master, please punish this bitch for leaving you."

When he heard those words, his cock twitched under his pants but his mind imagined Regina calling him master. She had never called him master, but the imagination of her calling him master made his thing more harder. He wanted to conquer her completely, the most powerful woman he had ever seen.

While Paul and Lisa were chatting in the garden, Regina had woken up from her slumber, she was still in a sour mood but the chirping of birds outside her window lighten up her mood. She had been avoiding Paul for a few days now. Their last night at the beach house and the conversation in the car had not gone well. She did not like what he did that night, how he acted in the car.

But thinking of that made her mood more sour. She looked out of her window to look at those chirping birds.

But instead of looking at those birds, her eyes went to the familiar-looking man standing in the garden. She recognized those manly shoulders and the grand posture of standing, he was the man she was mad at right now.

"Who is that woman?" Her eyes shifted to a beautiful-looking woman standing in front of him.

"What am I thinking?! She must be just a..." Before she could finish that sentence, that woman walked towards Paul and came very closer to him.

A bolt of jealousy ran all over inside her. She stared with both her wide open, to see if she was moving any further, but she was not, she was just standing close to him face to face.

Looking at him, she started missing him, his lips, his touch, his cruel hands, and his manhood. She had not satisfied her in days so she was even more annoyed when he did not come for her. The desire of wanting his thing inside herself grew more and more. The desire of his whip to cruel touch and give her pain grew even more. The thought of him smacking her ass while fucking from behind surfaced inside her mind. She remembered the pain in her nipples when he used to twist them as hard as to make her cry.

She realized she was missing him. But her pride was not letting her admit it. But it was not satisfying her, for the last few days all she could do was use her fingers.

"Why should I care? He can do whatever he wants with that woman." The jealously inside her died down. But she still continued to watch them with her eyes wide open without moving those eyes anywhere else.

"THAT BITCH..." She almost shouted. That woman was no longer standing in front of him, face to face, she had crossed that limit and had touched his lips with her.

Regina's eyes started burning with rage. Her body exploded with waves of uncontrollable anger, the kind she had never felt before. Her blood boiled, and killing that woman was the first thought that came inside her mind. Jealousy started growing bigger and bigger. Her body ignited in a terrible blaze. She was jealous more jealous than she had ever been in her entire life.

Meanwhile back in the garden when Paul's imagination was running wild, he did not notice when Lisa's face came closer to him and when her lips were pressing his lips. He came back to reality when he felt the soft touch of her lips on his lips. She breathed into her the instant their lips touched each other. She wrapped her arm around his neck as she tried to use her tongue.

But it was plain, he felt as if no emotion was left in him. His body did not react in any excitement, neither his extra active cock got harder, in fact, it went dormant. His body did not light in a blaze neither his heart skipped a beat. Nothing happened at all, he did not feel a thing.

He pulled his mouth away, "Lisa we're already done. You're not going back in that room ever again."

"Please don't do this to me. Please don't." Her eyes were wet and her face was pleading to him. "While I was away, I tried all kinds of men, all kinds of techniques, all kinds of toys but they were never able to fill your void. None of those men were able to make me feel like you do. None of those toys make me cum like you did. None of those techniques were able to give me pain like you do."

Despair was written all over her ashen face. Her face did not look like the face of a beautiful woman he had met just a few minutes ago. Instead, it was a face of a desperate woman begging for a man.

"I am sorry. But I can not let you in again." There was nothing else for him to say.

"If you are not going to keep that slave for long then why can not we be together?" Right now she was in no way looking like the beautiful woman he had known, the desperation all over her face was just making her more and more unattractive.

Paul remembered he had not even once had seen Regina showing that kind of desperation ever. He realized it was one of the qualities that made him more attracted to her. He wanted a slave, he wanted to hurt that slave, he wanted to see that slave in pain but even though Lisa was willing to do all of that, he right now could imagine her, not anymore. That place he had now reserved for just one woman and that was the woman inside the mansion.