by Bailey, Fawn
She belonged with me just like I belonged with her, and that night, I would show her just how much she truly meant to me.
I waited until the hour passed, the clock moving excruciatingly slowly. But finally, the time came for us to meet again. I would lay my hands of my dolly, and she would love the pain I inflicted. I couldn’t fucking wait.
Climbing the stairs, I walked down the hallway to our bedroom. The door had been left ajar, and I took a deep breath before entering the room which I’d had the servants prepare for our arrival.
The heavy velvet curtains were drawn, the bed dressed in a blood red sheet. My dolly awaited by the foot of it, kneeling, her eyes cast down. She didn’t dare look up when I entered, and it pleased me. I loved her submissiveness, lived to take her control away from her.
I left her waiting there on the floor, pretending I hadn’t even noticed her as I walked over to the chest standing next to the wall. Digging around in it, I didn’t stop until I got my rope, the custom color I'd ordered. Then, I approached my dolly again.
She was shivering as I took her face in my hands, leaving a sensual kiss on her swollen lips. She responded readily, needing just as much as I did. I still hadn’t said a word, and I got to work with the rope without saying a thing.
I wrapped her ankles to her wrists in the blood-red rope, tying them so tightly she could barely move once I was done. She whimpered in her position on the floor, on her knees, barely able to hold up her head. But I wasn't done yet.
"I want your mouth on me, dolly," I told her, my voice rough and heavy with the need to use her tight body. "I want to fuck that silky throat. I want to hear you gag on me. I want you to drink down my seed."
"Please," she whispered. "I want it, too."
I wrapped my fingers around her chin, gently pushing it back until she was looking up at me, those beautiful eyes wide and needy for me.
“But not before I put my mouth on you.”
I turned her around, on her back. Her sweet cunt was exposed to me as she lay vulnerably on her back, and my mouth watered at the sight of her.
“Don’t hurt me,” she begged softly.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I growled in response. “All I’m going to do is taste that pink pussy. It was meant for me, wasn’t it, dolly? It was meant for me to fucking devour.”
I knelt before her and she struggled in her restraints, but there was no mistaking the needy moans escaping her lips. She wanted this as much as I did, and she couldn’t fight the urge to lift her ass off the ground, offering me her swollen center like it was time for dessert.
“Taste me,” she breathed.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I leaned down against her pussy which was already dripping in juices, soaked in the need she felt for me. I buried my face in her, and her pussy dripped down my chin. I savored the feeling, relished in the taste. She was sweet, so fucking sweet. But I knew she’d only taste sweeter once I’d made her come a few times.
I licked her from her clit to her asshole, lapping at her cunt until she was a mess of muttered sweet nothings and soft whimpers begging me to go on.
“I need more,” she cried out. “Make me come with your tongue, Master. I want to come in your mouth, I want to fill it up… I want you to drink from me.”
I continued my assault on her sweetness and she came apart beneath me as one orgasm after the other wracked her body. She was shivering, shaking, but I wasn’t done just yet.
Once I’d had my fill of her sweetness, I pulled my cock free and aimed it at her center.
“Tonight, this is mine,” I growled at her. “To do with as I fucking please. Isn’t that right, dolly?”
“It’s always yours,” she managed to get out through labored breaths. “You can do anything you want to me, Master. I will take it all… Whatever you give me.”
I touched my fingertips to her swollen pussy lips, outlining the wet shape and she moaned so beautifully for me. I was in love with the sounds she was making, falling for every word out of her sweet, pouty mouth. She might’ve been the captive once, but now I was her slave. And I would do anything for my little concubine.
I made her sit up in a vulnerable position, showing her my cock, stroking slowly to make her go crazy. I could tell how impatient she was. How desperate she became for a taste, a lick, a drop of my cum on the tongue she’d already stuck out of her mouth. She needed me as much as I needed her. It was time for dolly’s reward.
I touched my fingers to her pebbled nipples, and her body responded desperately, arching her back in an effort to get her closer to me. I toyed with her, pulling a pair of nipple clamps connected with a diamanté chain from my pocket. I pulled on her nipples and attached the clamps, her moans transforming into needy, scared little whimpers that begged for more.
“You’re not going to take those off,” I warned her. “You’re going to keep them on for as long as I fucking want, Ophelia.”
“But I’ll bruise!”
“You’ll bruise if I want you to,” I reminded her. “Whatever I want, my dolly will give me. Isn’t that right, sweet little orphan?”
She nodded wordlessly, turning her eyes to mine yet again in a silent plea to do more with her vulnerable form. I couldn’t disappoint her.
I grabbed her by the hair and she squealed as I grabbed her ass, pulling her on top of me on the bed. She was still tied up, but I didn’t give a damn. I was going to feel that pussy wrap around my cock next. I’d waited long enough.
Slowly, I lowered her shaking form on my throbbing cock, and she let it happen, gasps escaping her little throat as I lodged her firmly on my cock. Her walls were tight and wet, the way her pussy enveloped me so fucking divine I let out a groan.
“Your little cunt feels so good on me,” I whispered in her ear, and she giggled, the sound interrupted by another moan as my cock pulsed inside her. “Such a tight, juicy little cunt you have, my dolly. Is it going to please me tonight? Is it going to give me just what I want?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Anything you want, you can take from me.”
“That’s no fun, is it?”
I put my hands on her ass and she mewled as I made her bounce on top of me, her ass slamming against my groin and making me trickle precum in her pussy.
“What do you want?” she demanded, her eyes feverishly finding mine and pulling me into the torrent that was our love time and time again.
I let her.
I’d let her do anything.
Willingly, I became a slave for her pussy, her mouth, her tight little ass. I was a man possessed, and she was the demon on my shoulder.
“I want to own you,” I finally told her. “I want every inch of you, every fucking hole to bear my name, because you’re my. Fucking. Property. Dolly!”
Each word was punctuated by a thrust of my hips, and she whimpered beneath me as I fucked myself deeper inside her.
“Come inside me,” she begged, and I grinned down at her.
“Not in your mouth? Not in your ass?”
“No,” she shook her head. “In my pussy. I want it in my cunt.”
Again, the pain of not being able to give her a child sliced through me like a knife. How many times had I felt this stabbing, unfair pain of not being able to deliver? And how many times would I feel it in the future?
It was something I’d never be able to change. And even though I had a feeling Ophelia had already accepted the fact, I was still battling with my feelings of inadequacy.
After all, what kind of man was I? I couldn’t even give her the most primal of gifts – my seed growing deep inside her belly, my son stretching her skin as he grew stronger and stronger inside her. It was something we’d never have, something neither of us would ever experience. And I couldn’t imagine Ophelia carrying another man’s child. I’d kill the bastard who even suggested the idea.
Our only other option was adoption, though for now, Ophelia seemed satisfied with what we had. But I wanted so much more for us. I wan
ted a bright, shining future with children by our side as we grew older. I wanted an heir. I wanted a child. A child that would never come, thanks to what my father had done to me as a kid.
I felt myself going softer, but when I tried to pull out, her pussy gripped me so tightly I couldn’t. I turned my surprised eyes to hers, and she stared at me with determination like I’d never seen.
“You’re not going to stop now, are you, Master?” she purred, and I inhaled sharply as she took matters into her own hands. “You taught me good girls don’t let their Master go.”
“Ophelia…” I muttered, but she struggled against her restraints, her pussy holding me in a vice-like grip. I felt myself getting harder again, growing inside her, pumping load after load of precum into her soaked pussy. “You want more, don’t you dolly?”
She nodded eagerly. Her eyes told me everything she needed to know, everything she wanted so very desperately but was too afraid to ask.
“You were right, Ophelia,” I growled at her. “Good girls don’t let Master go. They hold it.”
I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm, and I pressed my finger on her lips. She let out a hiss as I fucked her deeper and deeper, my cock working up the load that would soon shower the inside of her cunt.
“Beg,” I finally commanded, and the words fell from her lips easily, as if it was what she’d been waiting her whole life for.
“Please, Master, fill me up, give me your seed, your dolly needs to be filled, I’m not complete unless I’m dripping with your cum. I’m all yours, Kain… Master… your slave.”
The last word leaving her lips made me explode in a torrent of curse words as cum dripped from the tip of my cock and ran deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her, feeling our chests rise and fall together, and then, a barely there laugh interrupted my heavy breathing as Ophelia pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered in my ear. “You’re so good to your slave.”
Chapter 15
Ophelia
Something... something was in the air. Something dark and ominous, a silent warning of what lay ahead.
I'd seen the war raging in my Master's head, but the future promised to be even darker, with more tests of our love. How many times would we be forced to prove that we belonged together? Had we not done enough already?
I knew of Kain's internal battles. I knew he would never be able to give me the child that I wanted, but he didn't understand I didn't hold him responsible. It was merely the cards we'd been dealt, and we'd make do, just like we did with everything else. There was nothing I could do to change the outcome, and I knew it was pointless trying to solve the problem. Fate had a way of working things out for us, and I just needed to stay hopeful and ease Kain of his worries.
But he wouldn't let me close. Instead, he pushed me farther and farther away, forcing me to watch him battle the war on his own. I could have been a powerful ally, but he forced me to the backseat and made me a mere observer.
Yet I didn't resent him for it. I tried finding sneaky ways to help out, but I knew he would have to accept for himself that we'd never have a child together. Maybe, one day, he could come to terms with that fact.
That morning, he informed me at breakfast we were going to receive a visitor.
"Who?" I asked curiously. We lived a pretty sheltered life. We didn't see many people, and the thought of somebody coming over, possibly someone I could interact with, sent shivers of excitement down my spine.
"I think you'll like my answer," Kain said with a grin. "It's your old friend, Rose, and her husband, Thorn."
"Oh!" I clapped my hands together.
I had met Rose at the Mansion, when I was being protected from Kain himself. I'd seen her again during my dark days, when I was staying with Ryker. But she'd never seen me like this, at my best. She hadn't even heard me speak yet.
The thought of seeing her again filled me with happiness, and I jumped up from my seat, hugging Kain tightly and making him laugh out loud.
"If I would have known how happy that would make you," he started, "I would have invited them a long time ago."
"I can't wait," I gushed. "Can I wear one of my new dresses?"
"You can wear anything you want, dolly." He kissed my cheek with affection. "Now go and get ready. I have to prepare some papers to look over with Thorn. He's going to help me with the search for your father."
I nodded, kissing his cheek again before running out of the room and up the stairs to the wardrobe. I filed through rows and rows of dresses. It was a mindless task, but at least it took my mind off my father, which was the only thing I'd been thinking about for weeks.
I picked out a pretty knitted dress that hung to my curves and emphasized my figure. I paired it with over-the-knee boots and braided my hair in a fishbone plait. After a dusting of blusher on my cheeks and some lipstick, I was ready, and I couldn't wait to finally have a proper conversation with Rose. After all, we shared a special bond.
It felt like moments later that I was called downstairs, and I rushed down the staircase with the biggest smile on my face. I came to a stop a few stairs away from the hall, beaming up at Rose's pretty face.
She really was a beauty beyond compare, with her golden strands of her, those expressive eyes and her slight dancer figure. Thorn was handsome too, tall, dark and professional, but in my mind, he didn't hold a candle to Kain.
"Rose!" I exclaimed, and she outstretched her arms.
I ran into her embrace and we held onto one another tightly.
"I can't believe you're so much better," she gushed, pulling back to look into my eyes. "The last time I saw you, you were..."
"Not feeling so well," I finished for her, waving the subject away. "It doesn't matter. I am so much better now, and we finally have a chance to talk. I have been waiting for this for a long time."
"Me, too," she replied with a giggle, motioning to her partner. "You've met Rueben Thorn, of course. My Master."
I didn't even flinch at the way she addressed him. We were all caught in the same dominant and submissive world. We'd both fallen for the men who loved to control us. Why fake it? The truth was so much better than the boring lie.
I shook Thorn's hand and smiled at him. He had the deepest, darkest eyes I'd ever seen. And even though he seemed so intimidating, there was a regal air about him.
I turned my attention to Kain, who tugged on my arm and brought me to his side.
"You look beautiful," he whispered in my ear, making me beam. "Why don't you show Rose the winter sunroom while Thorn and I go through some papers."
"Of course," I nodded, extending an arm to my friend. "Shall we, Rose?"
She kissed her Master on the lips, and for a second, I was completely mesmerized by their love. It seemed to take up the whole room. I glanced at Kain who grinned back at me. Obviously, he'd noticed it too.
I led Rose to the winter sunroom like my Master had suggested, and one of the servants brought us some tea and cakes. We settled into the comfortably rattan chairs, and Rose kept looking at me over the rim of her teacup.
"What?" I finally asked, taking a bite of a vanilla almond cookie.
"You just seem so different," she said shyly. "Truly unrecognizable, Ophelia."
"I can imagine," I said, setting the cookie down on my saucer. "I... I've been through some bad things in the past few years."
"I've never heard you speak before today," Rose reminded me. "You have a beautiful voice."
I smiled at her gratefully, and offered her a piece of chocolate. We settled into a comfortable silence, admiring the beautiful winter garden behind the glass of the sunroom. It was a cold day, but the flowers were gorgeous, covered in a light layer of dew from the mist.
"You've been a good friend to me," I told Rose. "You've been there for me any chance you got. I'm ashamed I can't say the same for myself."
"Don't be silly," she said playfully. "I still remember you tried to rescue me from the Mansion."
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sp; "Which was very successful," I giggled, shaking my head. "I can't believe you stayed there. I can't believe you married Thorn."
"Of course," she grinned at me. "We were always meant to be togehter, just like you and Kain."
She reached for my hand, gently holding it with her perfectly manicured fingers.
"I knew from the moment I saw you that second time," she went on. "Only a man you cared deeply about could hold such power over you. A power that could ruin you..."
"Yes," I nodded. "It could. And sometimes I'm afraid it will."
"He's still rough?" she asked.
"No, it's not that," I waved my hand dismissively, biting my lip.
"What, then?" she asked, her voice gentle but prompting me to go on.
"I'm not sure you know about our... situation," I managed. "He... my father would never approve of Kain. In fact, I know for a fact he hates him. And I'm worried he's going to try and keep me away from a sister because I'm with Kain."
"What kind of man is your father?" Rose wanted to know.
I sighed, saying, "Such a hard question. I don't know how to explain. Our relationship... it's always been strained. He can be cruel, but he makes you desire the goodness in him more than anything else. I used to live to please him. I would've done anything for him to love me. I would sacrifice it all."
"And now?" Rose wondered aloud.
"Now..." My words trailed off into nothing, and I shrugged. "Now Kain is my everything. I don't care if I don't see my father again, but... I still have a sister, too. A little girl. And I want her back."
"You don't think he's treating her right?" she wanted to know. "You think your sister would be better off with you?"
"Yes," I nodded. It was one thing I was absolutely certain of. "She can't stay with my father. He'll end up hurting her badly, if he hasn't already."
"What does Kain think?" she asked, sipping her tea.
