Mansion (Forced Bonding Series)

by Brianna Blake

  He woke up with noise coming from the kitchen. He opened his eyes, dizzy, unsure of what time it was. Natasha was there, trying to get a cup of milk.

  “Hey…” he murmured, trying to get fully awake, the sleep still blinding him. Natasha looked at him, opening up a giant smile.

  “Hey!! Dylan!! Love!! Could you help me out here… oh, no,” Natasha said, putting her hand in front of her mouth, and running to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

  Dylan frowned, realizing what was happening. Then, he got up at once, struggling to keep on his feet, and ran to the bathroom, knocking.

  “Is everything all right, baby?” Dylan asked. He heard the sound of someone throwing up.

  “It’s okay! Don’t worry!” Natasha said, but she threw up again. Dylan opened the door, frowning at the sight of the girl hugging the toiled. He got down there, saying nothing, and held her hair so it wouldn’t get messed up. She threw up once again. Dylan felt nauseous by the smell.

  Natasha was pale and feeble when she got up, but even so, she managed a smile. She was very drunk.

  “Let’s go to bed,” Dylan said with only a whisper. Natasha laughed loud.

  “Are you going to sleep here? Yes! We should have some fun!” she said, already going to the hall. Dylan followed her. They went to Natasha’s bedroom, and she fell in bed. She was asleep before Dylan could even say good night. Or so he thought until he heard:

  “Dylan?”

  “Huh? Yeah?” Dylan asked, turning to her bed. She had a big smile on, her eyes closed.

  “Thanks for taking care of me.”

  Dylan looked at her, surprised, and heard the girl starting to snore.

  “Always.”

  Dylan laid on Julian’s bed, feeling the difference from his own bed, and turned off the lights. Oliver and Lucy hadn’t returned yet.

  It felt such a long time since earlier that day when they were having fun in his dad’s mansion.

  Now he was sleeping in some other guy’s bed, feeling miserable, while the girl he liked the most in the world had passed out drunk. He was very conflicted. He loved her. And she kept going away.

  Maybe accepting his dad’s help wouldn’t be so bad. He turned to the other side of the bed, forcing himself to close his eyes and to remain quiet until he fell asleep.

  Chapter 3. Date Night

  “What will we do for date night?” Lucy asked, innocently, like she didn’t know. They were walking in the city, holding hands, amongst the buildings with their little shiny windows and the noise of the cars.

  Oliver peered at her. She looked adorable as always and he felt like tearing all her clothes apart, claiming her little body. Lucy always had her leather collar on, showing her submissive status to him. Just seeing that, even after all those years together, made his cock hard.

  Oliver stopped walking, looking at her with a mad desire, and bent down to get to her ear. Lucy felt goosebumps when his mouth got close and he started whispering.

  “I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. We’ll get a hot chocolate to warm up since it’s cold. I’ll finger you in public and you’re not allowed to moan, no one can even imagine what we’re doing. And when you’re a hot wet mess, I’ll take you to a room and fuck you senseless,” Oliver said. She looked at him with wide eyes, getting immediately wet. He put a finger in front of his mouth, showing that he didn’t want to hear a word. She nodded, aroused, feeling her mouth trembling. They got back to walking as if nothing had happened.

  They went to a café, just like Oliver had said.

  “Go sit down, sweetheart. I’ll order for us,” Oliver told her, and Lucy promptly obeyed. She chose a table near the wall in the emptier part she could find, where it would be more silent. She was so horny that even sitting down made her pussy feel uncomfortable with the pressure of the chair. She really wanted to cum.

  Oliver came back holding two paper cups, one in each hand. He sat beside her and handed her a cup.

  “How do you say?”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “That’s my good girl,” Oliver said, putting her hair behind her ear and smiling.

  Lucy started sipping the cup, imagining Oliver fingering her. Just the thought made her want to moan, her mouth filling with saliva and desire, and she shifted in place. Then, she looked at him. He wasn’t even looking at her. He had his strong veiny hands around his chocolate cup.

  Ugh, why doesn’t he start? Lucy thought, sighing in despair. She was so horny. She started shifting in place to rub her clit with the movement. Oliver kept pretending he wasn’t seeing anything. Lucy frowned and started whimpering, holding his arm.

  “What is it, princess?”

  “You promised…”

  “I promised what?” he asked, mean, with a smirk. “Tell me.”

  “You know what you promised! You’re evil!” Lucy said, frustrated, soaked.

  “Oh, I know I am,” Oliver said, still with that smirk, and got back to drinking his hot cocoa. Lucy folded her arms, sitting back. Oliver looked at her. “What is it, baby? Are you mad because you want Daddy to finger you?”

  “Yes,” Lucy said with a pout, feeling her cheeks warm up. She always got embarrassed about that kind of talk.

  “Too bad, little angel. I changed my mind. And I’m the one who gives the orders here, right?”

  “You’re too mean!” Lucy protested again, sulking.

  “I know that already,” Oliver said with that evil smile playing on his lips. He was having too much fun. And he was as hard as a rock too. But he loved torturing Lucy with those games, as he knew the girl loved it too.

  They finished their hot chocolate and left the store and resumed walking in the cold streets, Lucy still not saying anything, pretending to be very mad. Oliver laughed. Lucy looked at him, pouting.

  Finally, they decided to get a room near there. Lucy finally thought her agony would end. The room had a big bed covered in white comforters and heating was on. It smelled like fresh cleaning products.

  “Lay down, sweetie,” Oliver said, pointing to the bed, while he locked the door. Lucy felt her stomach tight with anxiety. She knew those scenes were always rough and, even though she loved it, it was hard to take so many emotions.

  “No, I won’t, because then you’ll not do what you promised again,” Lucy said, challenging him, crossing her arms. She knew she could only go so far with being a brat before being really punished. Not punished for fun. But Oliver was in the mood for brats. He got close to her, wanting to devour her.

  He grabbed a mouthful of her hair, firmly. Lucy felt the pain, tears immediate invading her eyes. This made her pussy throb with desire.

  “What did you say, princess?”

  “Nothing, Daddy,” Lucy whispered, while he kept holding it.

  “I thought you were acting all big and tough, wanting to challenge me, wasn’t that right?

  “No, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” Lucy said in a pleading tone.

  “Oh, I know you will, angel, you have no other choice,” Oliver said while pushing her slowly to the ground. She got on her knees, looking up with eyes filled with anxiety. Oliver sighed, he was so hard and aroused he already wanted to cum.

  He took his dick out of his pants and shoved it in her mouth. She immediately started gagging, her eyes filling with tears, while he thrust his cock in her mouth. She felt out of breath, so she closed her eyes to take it, so wet she could cum without not even touching herself. She loved when he did that to her.

  “You’re just my hole, aren’t you, princess?” he said, struggling to find enough breath to even talk. He closed his eyes, moaning softly, while he kept thrusting his dick her mouth. She tried to lick him while he did that, but it was too fast and all she could do was control the gagging and try to breathe.

  He cummed in her mouth, not able to resist it anymore. She felt the salty taste but swallowed it. He looked at her, breathing hard, sweaty. Lucy sat on her legs, still on the ground, staring at him with pleading eyes. He smiled and s
at on the bed, panting. She was looking very cute with her eyes swollen with tears and run out makeup.

  “Come here, princess,” he said, and she crawled to him, resting her head on his knees. He started petting her hair. “You were a good little girl, you know that?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said, softly.

  “Will you obey me and lie down now?” Oliver asked. She looked at him, nodding vigorously, and obeyed, going to the bed. “Good girl. See how a rough section teaches a lesson super-fast?”

  Lucy lay on the bed, feeling her heart pounding and imagining what else he would do to her. He got closer, smiling, and started helping her to take her clothes off. He caressed her hair and kissed her forehead. She was so aroused that it was physically hard to endure.

  She got totally naked and Oliver finished taking off his own clothes, slowly, while Lucy watched his defined abdomen, his strong arms, his broad shoulders.

  He lay beside her and started circling his hand on her clit. She was so aroused already that she was going to cum at any moment. She closed her eyes, feeling the wave of pleasure starting, the orgasm almost getting there, when he stopped suddenly. She opened her eyes, whimpering, frustrated.

  “Please, sir, please, I really need this…”

  “Aw, princess, you want to cum? Too fucking bad. I’ve got other plans for you,” Oliver said, smirking again. Lucy cried out in frustration. He slapped her pussy, hard. It was so wet it made a noise like something was landing on water. She felt the pain but didn’t have time to process it because he immediately gave her another burning slap.

  He leaned his body against the wall and got Lucy. He put her over his knees, laying on her tummy, her round butt facing him.

  “But, Daddy, whyyyy? Why are you gonna spank me?” she cried, while he ran his hand through her bum, squeezing it.

  “Because I want to spank you, that’s why,” Oliver said and slapped her. She jumped in place with a soft whimper. “And shut up, I don’t need to explain myself to you. You just have to take anything I want to do, got it?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That’s my good girl!” he said, slapping her again.

  He kept slapping her as hard as he could, while she jumped and cried with each slap, feeling the burning pain. She tried not to struggle very much, only stay in place and take it, but it was hard not to want to try to protect her sorry bum. She couldn’t resist it anymore and put her hand there, but he held it firmly. She tried to move her legs, but he locked it below his own legs, so she couldn’t move. He was much bigger and stronger than her. And the spanking kept going.

  “My precious little baby, you’re taking it very well. You’re almost done,” he said with a soft voice, false sympathy, while he kept slapping her. Her bum was already red and bruising in some parts. And he was totally hard again.

  Then, he threw her in bed, and she felt her burning ass. He thrust his hard cock into her again. Her pussy was so wet it started forming a puddle on the mattress. He kept going with hard, violent thrusts, while he grabbed her throat. She felt herself lose her breathing while being filled with his cock. She would cum at any second. Oliver realized that and started massaging her clit. This time, she cummed deep, the wave so hard it made her spine bend below Oliver’s body.

  But Oliver didn’t stop. He kept thrusting hard, holding her throat and circling her clit. She cummed again, and then again. She looked at him with desperate eyes. He loved to overstimulate her. He let go of her throat and she took a deep breath while cumming again.

  “Sir, sir, that’s too much, sir…” she said, pleading him to stop. He laughed.

  “I decide when it’s too much,” he said, slapping her pussy hard. She felt the pain, mingled with her still burning ass, while he kept doing the massage and thrusting until they both cummed together.

  ∞∞∞

  “I love you very much,” Oliver said, while massaged her back and bum. He had brought a massage oil and Lucy was softly moaning, her eyes closed, while she enjoyed the aftercare.

  “I love you too,” she whispered, almost falling asleep. “I wish we had this every day.”

  “I know, baby, but it’s hard. Adult life,” Oliver said, sighing. He had to work long hours every day. When he wasn’t working, he was studying for college.

  Lucy opened her eyes and looked back at him, pouting.

  “What is it, angel?” Oliver said, chuckling. He found her too cute.

  “I don’t wanna be an adult, I wanna be a baby.”

  “You’re already my baby girl,” Oliver said, rubbing more oil on her red butt.

  “I know but I’ll soon need to think about this adult stuff. Get a job. Graduate. Be a mom… it’s scary.”

  “I know, sweetheart. It’s very scary,” Oliver said, sitting by her side. “I’m also scared. It’s hard growing up. But it’s much better now, don’t you think? Even if we have to work a lot. We can afford to come here, get a room, spend the night together. Before we had to listen to our teachers, our parents, we couldn’t even leave school.”

  “I know we try to idealize the past…” Lucy said. “It’s just that I’m afraid. I don’t know what job to get. I can’t do anything. And… soon we’ll graduate, and marry, and start a family, and I’m not ready. It seems like yesterday that I was playing with my dolls and teddy bears in the park.”

  “You still play with dolls and teddy bears,” Oliver said, smiling.

  “I know but you got it!” Lucy exclaimed, also laughing. Oliver kept running his hands through her back.

  “It’s okay, love. I know it’s scary. But we’ll figure it out. Anxiety only means worrying twice. I know it’s hard to control these thoughts, but let’s enjoy where we are now. I love you. Come here,” he said, opening his arms, and Lucy went to his protective embrace.

  Chapter 4. Emily

  Dylan woke up before Natasha. It hadn’t been a pleasant night. She snored, and he had agitated dreams about marrying a broomstick since he had had no one else to marry in the Junction Year.

  He got up, heading to the showers. He could use some cold water, it made him feel awake. Then, he left the bathroom wearing only boxers and went to the kitchen. He was grabbing mayo, bread, cheese, and lettuce, when Oliver appeared there, wearing only his uniform - camo trousers and a dark green tank top, which showed his muscular arms.

  “Morning,” Dylan said, taking a bite of the sandwich he’d just made. “Heading off to work?”

  “That’s right,” Oliver said, smiling. “Feeling better?”

  “Much, actually,” Dylan said, smiling back. Oliver got a bagel and some cream cheese.

  “What are you up to today?” Oliver asked. Dylan told him about his dad. Oliver raised his eyebrows. “Oh. Good luck with that. Stay calm, all right?”

  “Yes, sir, I’ll try my best,” Dylan said.

  They finished their breakfast and went out the door together. Oliver worked right by the campus, so he could go there on foot. Dylan called a taxi because his dad’s mansion was in a suburb across town. His dad was the typical rich guy that didn’t like to mix with anyone else.

  Dylan had no idea what to expect. He felt his hands sweating with nervousness as he saw the mansion approaching through the car’s window. It was spectacular. The front garden had impressive water fountains, the garage was bigger than his campus apartment and could fit five cars. It had many floors, painted in white, ending in a red classy roof.

  His dad had always told him it was his money, and not Dylan’s. Even so, Dylan didn’t need to work because his dad gave him more pocket money than he would get with paychecks. That was also a way of Michael controlling his son. If he didn’t obey, no more money. And it was easy money. Sometimes Dylan felt bad for that, but he had other things to feel worse about.

  Entering the living room, Dylan saw his dad with Nicolle and another girl.

  “Hi, son,” Mr. Fleck said, getting up. “I’m glad that you made it. Come sit with us.”

  Dylan nodded, not saying anything. Th
e room had expensive sofas and leather chairs, a rug, and a big chandelier coming from the ceiling. Nicolle smiled at him. Mr. Fleck made a gesture for the other girl. She got up, obediently. She had brown straight hair with a fringe that covered her forehead down to her blue eyes. Her clothes resembled a uniform - a gray t-shirt with jeans.

  “Meet Emily,” Michael said, pointing at her. Dylan smiled and waved, being as friendly as he could even with the knot he felt inside his throat.

  “Hi,” Dylan said, but the girl didn’t say do anything besides nodding. She had her hands in front of her body, holding it so tightly together her fingers were getting white.

  “Emily is your new slave,” Mr. Fleck said like he was announcing the weather. Dylan looked at him, startled and confused.

  “Slave?!” Dylan said, opening his mouth, while he moved his head to look at Emily. She was still staring at her feet. Then, he looked at his dad’s proud smile, his green eyes shining. “What? Dad! How could you do that?!”

  “What? I thought you would appreciate it!”

  “Dad… what… where…?” Dylan stuttered, looking up and down at the girl again. “YOU GOT ME A SLAVE?!”

  “She’s from the same agency as Nicolle, that’s how I got her. Nicolle was also there looking for someone for the Junction Year.”

  Dylan suddenly looked at Nicolle.

  “Wait a minute. Is Nicolle my age?”

  “You know that these agencies are there to help people meet for the Junction Year,” Mr. Fleck said, not answering Dylan’s question.

  “I don’t know what to say,” Dylan said and started laughing at how bizarre that situation was. He had heard about those agencies. Everyone had. You paid them to match you with someone else before the Junction Year. They even had some cafes around town that you could go to chat with someone before making the final choice.