Mansion (Forced Bonding Series)

by Brianna Blake

  “You decide…” she said.

  “You know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” Dylan said. “I want to do what makes you feel comfortable, okay?”

  Emily stared at him, feeling her cheeks burning.

  “A private room would be great…” she said. He smiled.

  “Your wish is an order.”

  Dylan and Emily got the keys to a private room in the back. To get there, they went upstairs, getting to a long hall with many doors on each side. They opened theirs to a room that had a big bed, a red spanking bench, and a private St. Andrew’s Cross.

  “I’ll need you to tell me what your hard limits are,” Dylan said. “And don’t tell me I can do anything; I won’t feel safe to play with you because you don’t know your limits.”

  He tried to sound serious, even though he wasn’t very good at that, but he had to try. It was very important. He probably looked like a kid giving orders. Nothing like Oliver. But he shook these thoughts away.

  Emily raised her eyebrows, surprised, thinking that was the coolest thing he had ever told her.

  “I know my limits,” Emily said, and Dylan smiled, relieved that it had worked. The girl started listing what she didn’t want to do. When they finished setting the terms, they both exchanged glances, awaiting what would happen next. It was supposed to be a moment of tension, but Dylan laughed and got up, taking his shirt off. Emily also imitated him, undressing, but he decided to do his dom role, so he said:

  “Who told you to do that?”

  Emily immediately stopped, looking at him with surprised eyes. Dylan got close to her and started taking off her clothes for her.

  It was the first time that they saw each other naked and her small round breasts made Dylan go hard immediately. She smiled when she saw that reaction, and he found it funny that she reacted so well about everything he did.

  “You want to please Daddy, do you?” Dylan asked, getting to the bed, starting the play. Emily looked surprised again.

  “Daddy, yeah?”

  “Yeah, or if you want to call me something else, it’s fine. Even Master.”

  “Daddy is great,” she said, blushing softly. Dylan felt his heart racing. She looked so subby and shy.

  “Go on top,” he ordered, laying down on his back, putting his arms behind his head. She obeyed, climbing on his belly and sitting there, smiling gently. She tried to put his hard cock in her, guiding it blindly. Dylan put his hand there to help, in a few seconds of frustration before it happened. She closed her eyes, gasping, feeling it fully inside her. Dylan also moaned, not able to control himself.

  She started riding him, slowly, smiling.

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Yep.”

  “Would you like me to change the rhythm?”

  “The question is: do you like it rough?” Dylan asked back. Her eyes got wide again and all she could do was a nod. “Tell me the safe-word if you want me to stop. I expect you to do it. You’ll be a good girl if you do it.”

  She nodded again, still riding him slowly, closing her eyes while feeling the pressure.

  “Good girl. Now come here,” Dylan said, grabbed her hair and forced her to lie on him and keep the movement while laying. She felt his hot naked and defined abdomen below her, and it took her a moment to get used to being laid on him, so she stopped moving for a second.

  “I didn’t tell you to stop,” Dylan said and slapped her ass, hard. She moaned, looking startled at him. “Does that feel good?” he asked. She bit her lower lip and nodded again, so Dylan slapped her one more time, realizing how she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, feeling it deeply. “Keep going. Faster for Daddy.”

  She started trying to move as fast as she could, but Dylan kept slapping her butt, shouting “faster!”. Her ass was starting to really sting, and she felt tears in her eyes, but her clit felt like it was tightening in pleasure like it couldn’t resist anymore and she cummed, stopping moving, and shaking her body, eyes closed. Then, she realized what she had done and looked at Dylan with a guilty face.

  “I’m sorry for not asking for permission…” she whispered. Dylan laughed.

  “It’s all good, baby girl,” he said, and moved from below her, in a way that she fell to the bed gently. “Let me do the job now.”

  He grabbed her legs and put it on each of his shoulders, leaving her rosy pussy with full exposure, ready to feel it all. He started putting his dick there, slowly, watching her face. She felt the pain of his dick stretching her, but it was an amazing kind of pain. Dylan put it all in there and started pounding her, making her get used to the movement until he really increased the speed and force, until she closed her eyes tightly, her face contorting with the pain of the thrusts.

  “Are you okay, baby?” he asked, still pounding hard and fast.

  “It’s amazing,” she whispered between moans. Dylan smiled, proudly. He put his hands on her clit and started circling it there, fast and with enough pressure that in a few moments she was almost screaming. She cummed again, hard, feeling the wave hitting her and the orgasm making her spine bend.

  “Now, now, cumming without permission again, baby?” Dylan asked, looking at her. She stared at him surprised.

  “I thought I was allowed to…” she said, getting embarrassed. Dylan laughed, lowering her legs. He spun her to lie on her tummy. She went with the movement, obediently. He pulled her to the side of the bed and put his dick back in her, doggy style. She moaned loudly when she felt it again.

  Dylan pounded her hard and slapped her butt at the same time. It was already glowing red and seriously stinging. She grabbed the sheets, trying to take it all.

  “Embrace the pain, baby. You’re doing great, I’m proud of you,” Dylan said, while still slapping her. She started whimpering and sobbing, while another wave of orgasm hit her. Dylan didn’t stop even though she still wasn’t allowed to cum without asking for it. He was also on the verge of cumming and when she cried loudly again, he couldn’t handle it anymore.

  They lay on the bed, panting. He hugged Emily, feeling her heart beating fast in her chest. He kissed her head, eyes closed, happy.

  “Did you like it?” Dylan asked. “Was it too rough? Not rough enough? What were you expecting?”

  “It was amazing,” she whispered, touching his chest.

  “Good. Always talk to me and tell me what you liked or not so I can improve, okay?” he said. She looked at him, unbelieving. He frowned at first but then smiled at the expression she was making. “What?”

  “I’m just so glad that I met you, even though we might not be together soon,” she said, closing her eyes and feeling his body.

  “Me too.”

  Chapter 14. Agency

  Dylan and Emily lay there for some time until they decided to get a shower and leave. They had booked the room for two hours only. In the shower, they kept hugging and kissing.

  They got dressed and left to go to the main room. It was still crowded with people doing all kinds of scenes, but Dylan yawned.

  “Let’s go home,” he said. “Let’s find Natasha and tell her we’re leaving. It’s late and I’m tired, I just wanna spoon with you for the rest of the night.”

  Emily smiled, but then she remembered why they couldn’t be together. How she would need to leave in no time because they didn’t have a place to live and she couldn’t stay with him on campus since she didn’t study there.

  “But where?” she murmured.

  “We can sleep at Oliver’s. He wouldn’t care. We’ll sleep on the couch. Is it okay for you?” he asked, feeling bad. That wasn’t the right way of treating her. She nodded, looking down. Dylan knew she wouldn’t complain even if she hated the idea. “Or we can go to a hotel.”

  “It’s okay,” she said, nodding again. “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. Anything for you, Daddy.”

  Dylan smiled, feeling his heart rushing.

  “You’re such a good girl,” he said, kissing her head. She looked at him like she was pro
ud of herself. “Let’s find Natasha.”

  It didn’t take long until they saw her. She was hugging a column in the middle of the room, by herself, singing loudly, eyes closed. She had no pants on, only small red lingerie. And she was extremely drunk. Her butt was clearly bruised from an earlier section, but she looked thrilled.

  Dylan halted when he saw her, relieved that she didn’t notice them. He put his finger in front of his mouth for Emily to be silent and started walking away. Emily looked confused but obeyed.

  When they were far enough, he said, resentment clear in his voice, “Natasha won’t understand what we say anyway. She’s completely drunk and I really doubt that she’ll want to leave now. Let’s find Julian so we can tell him instead.”

  Julian was harder to locate. They paced around the room, through the scenes, trying to find him. They spotted him kneeling on the ground, being led by a leash by a much larger man. His back was full of whip marks. The man that guided him had his big dick out of his pants and the whip in one hand. Dylan couldn’t imagine seeing shy Julian playing such a hardcore scene.

  Dylan and Emily exchanged looks and decided to not interfere. Julian was in the sub space and it was hard to leave it suddenly.

  “I guess we should just leave. I’ll message them,” Dylan said. Emily nodded. “Do you want to go to my dad’s?”

  Emily looked at him, frowning. “I thought you didn’t like it there.”

  “I definitely don’t. But it’s better than a couch. And I don’t have my own place, so…”

  “I don’t want to put you in a difficult situation…” Emily said in a soft voice.

  “Oh, no, it’s okay. Let’s do it.”

  They left Diablo and got a taxi that was waiting outside. Dylan told the driver the address, and they both said nothing more the whole time they were there. They were deep in thoughts. Dylan was so confused about all his feelings. Natasha, Emily, the Junction Year, his dad’s money.

  Emily sighed. She knew she would go back to the agency. She looked at Dylan, who was staring at the window, lost in thoughts. She could see the veins in his necks, his broad shoulders, his long hands. She was totally in love with him. Yet, she knew his heart belonged to someone else, and he was only waiting until the contract ended.

  They got to the mansion, trying not to make much noise so they wouldn’t wake anybody there. It was late already. All the lights were off. Dylan held Emily’s hand, and they went upstairs in the dark. The door to Dylan’s room cracked loud when he opened it and he grimaced, but Emily laughed loud. He covered her mouth with his hand, also giggling.

  Inside the room, they turned on the lights, breathing in relief.

  “Not that hard, was it?” he asked, sitting on the bed. Emily had a big smile on, but it started fading. Dylan noticed that. “What’s wrong, love?”

  “It’s just…” Emily started saying, looking into his eyes, and let out a sigh. Dylan frowned. “I’m just…”

  “Don’t tell me you’re just tired because I know it’s not only that,” Dylan said with a grin. Emily stopped but then smiled.

  “Okay, it’s not only that. It’s that I’m sad because this all will end when I go back to the agency, and I completely understand why I can’t stay, first you don’t want a slave, and second, we can’t live here with your father and I can’t live in your apartment on campus. But it’s sad even so,” she murmured.

  Dylan looked surprised. He wasn’t expecting that she would say what she was thinking so easily. He wasn’t used to that, but he appreciated how straight-forward she was, and he felt suddenly really sad, his chest tightened.

  He opened his mouth to speak but changed his mind and closed it again. Emily kept staring into his eyes behind that little fringe of hers. He then let out:

  “I’m sorry…” he said. “You know that there’s nothing I can do. I don’t have my own place… I don’t want to ask my dad to pay for it…”

  “It’s okay,” she said, her face falling. Dylan noticed how it was full of hope moments before and that he screwed it. “I know you like Natasha too.”

  “I’m not sure anymore. Let’s go to bed,” he said feeling his mouth bitter. “We can figure it out tomorrow.”

  “Yes…” she agreed and got up. He followed her and they started getting ready to sleep.

  “At least I’ll be a great memory,” he whispered, but she heard it, and felt tears in her eyes. She didn’t want him to be a memory. But that was all she would get.

  Dylan lay awake at night. He couldn’t stop thinking about his life. Falling asleep would be impossible.

  The next day, they woke up with his dad’s screams. Dylan immediately sat up in bed and Emily looked startled.

  “What are you doing here? You think it’s funny to invade someone’s house like that?” Mr. Fleck said. He was wearing a night robe, looking pretty funny with his unshaved morning face.

  “Do you need to scream like that?” Dylan said, touching his forehead. It was aching.

  “What are you doing here with your slave?” Mr. Fleck asked, pointing at the girl. “Why isn’t she back to the agency?”

  “Stop talking to her like she’s an animal,” Dylan said, getting angry. Mr. Fleck looked at him slowly shaking his head in disapproval.

  “You talk to me with no respect and invade my home, thinking you can tell me what to do…” he started saying. “You were the one that rejected her in the first place, so she should be back at the agency. I’m seriously thinking about cutting you off.”

  Dylan rolled his eyes.

  “If I tell you she isn’t going back, will you go away?”

  Emily looked at him, joining her eyebrows, confused. Mr. Fleck put his hands on his hips.

  “Isn’t she? What about that other girl?”

  “Nah. Natasha wants other things in life,” he said, shrugging. “There, I told you, please go away now.”

  Emily turned her head to look at him like it was news to her too.

  “I don’t believe you. I’ll only believe you when you prove it to me. I don’t want to see your face anymore,” Mr. Fleck said and smashed the door shut. He was still very resentful of the lie about Natasha.

  Emily looked at Dylan, confused, but he got up and announced, “going to get a shower, wanna come?”

  “Later…” she said, confused. He nodded, smiling, and went to the bathroom.

  Emily was left wondering what had happened. Was that because he wanted his father to leave? What did he mean?

  Dylan left the shower without saying anything else about the matter and Emily felt like crying. She didn’t want to ask about it so she wouldn’t make the moment even more embarrassing, but her heart was tight.

  They went downstairs to get some breakfast. No one was at the table, except the maids to serve them. Dylan was wearing only boxers and Emily could see his defined abdomen, even though that was the last thing she wanted to notice. They didn’t say anything else and Emily was sure that he only had said that to get rid of his dad.

  “I’m going back to campus, Oliver messaged me saying he had something important to tell us. Come with me,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. Emily felt her mouth dry in frustration.

  “Will you drop me in the agency after that?” she murmured, but she wasn’t sure if he heard it or not. “Okay,” she completed. Dylan nodded.

  They finished getting ready and eating breakfast. They headed back to campus, without saying much more.

  Chapter 15. Goodbye

  When they got to apartment 39, Emily really felt like crying. She didn’t want to be there anymore. She just wanted things to get solved soon, so she could start looking for other people. It was clear that Dylan didn’t want her. She would really like to try a 24/7 BDSM relationship, while Dylan wasn’t interested in that.

  Oliver and Lucy were there in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Emily felt suddenly jealous of that relationship. Some people were just lucky to find their life partners so easily. She wasn’t one of those people.

>   “Hey!” Oliver exclaimed when he saw Dylan enter the room. Dylan opened up a smile.

  “Oliver boy!”

  “I’m glad you came. Natasha and Julian soon will wake up,” Oliver said, putting food on the counter. They were preparing an amazing breakfast for everyone. “Hey, Emily.”

  “Hello,” she said, smiling. She really liked all of Dylan’s friends. She was starting to feel that they were her friends too. But then she pushed this thought away.

  I can’t feel like this. I’m going back to the agency soon, she thought.

  Oliver was right. Soon Julian got out of the room, looking around, confused. He was ready to go to the sports field, wearing the blue tank top of the school uniform.

  “Breakfast!” Julian exclaimed, already sitting at the table. Oliver smiled. “What’s going on?”

  “Let’s wait for Natasha. I have a big announcement to make.”

  “Let’s wait for who?!” Natasha screamed from the bedroom.

  “You, come here!” Oliver answered.

  “Wait a minute, I’m naked!” Natasha said and laughed. Oliver shook his head, smiling. Lucy was skipping around the house, bringing things from the kitchen to the table. Dylan frowned, looking at them.

  “What is going on, man?” Dylan said, confused. Oliver smiled again.

  “Wait a minute, I’ll tell you all.”

  “You’re killing me with all this suspense!” Dylan exclaimed and Oliver laughed. “Yeah, you’re definitely acting weird.”

  Emily and Dylan went to the couches. Oliver and Lucy finished putting everything on the table. Juice, pancakes, whipped cream, fruits.

  “Wow, that looks amazing,” Dylan said again, pointing at it. “What is going on, Oliver? Lucy, he doesn’t want to tell me, so you tell me!”

  “I can’t!” the girl also exclaimed, putting her finger in front of her mouth. “He’ll spank me if I tell!”

  They laughed while Natasha finally left the room. Her hair was wet, she was wearing shorts and a tight shirt that read “brat”. Dylan raised his eyebrows looking at her and Emily noticed it.