Dirty Dozen- P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery and Daddy's Girl (Dirty Dozens)

by Aaron Evans

  Dirty Dozen- sextets from 2 different series:

  Daddy’s Girl

  P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery

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  Daddy’s Girl

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  This book includes:

  Passion’s Choice, Autumn’s Toy, Taking His Collar, Display For Daddy, An Autumn Morning, and Barbarian Passion

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  Passion’s Choice

  It was December 4th, at almost eleven in the evening. My Master walked around my body, just looking. I could feel his gaze like fire on my back, my thighs, and my exposed ass.

  “Ta

  I shuddered. His vo was like chocolate and bourbon.

  I took a deep breath, smelling leather and cedar and the smoke from his fire. I couldn’t see much, so it was hard to imagine what he wanted me to remember. I took a moment and thought about my surroundings, not certain what he wanted.

  I was on his floor, my knees buried in his thick carpet. My naked ass arched into the air, and I was completely open to him. My thighs were wet. He had been whipping me with his multi-tail, so I knew the flickering firelight would show thin stripes of red across my pale skin. My pussy lips were throbbing where the leather had struck them.

  I was still shuddering. He had made me cry, made me hiccup and sob like a child. I hated crying.

  I was in Three, one of his favorite ways of making me kneel. My breasts were pressed into the carpet, with my arms over my head, my palms flat on the floor. My long black hair would have been all around my face, but Master Victor had his rules. When I was with him, my hair was either in a ponytail or pig-tails. He knew I would hide behind my hair when I started to cry, and that wasn’t allowed. He liked watching me cry and listening to me beg. I wasn’t allowed to hide, not even behind my hair.

  Tonight was a pony tail.

  My face was turned to the left, so the warm orange glow of the fire would show him my cheeks. I had been crying, so I knew he could see small glistening trails of mascara and salt on my face.

  “Say it back to me, pet. What are we working on?”

  My cheeks flushed, even in the firelight. It was always hard for me to talk.

  “I am too proud.”

  “What are you too proud of? Your shoes? Your cute little purse?” He trailed the leather of his tawse over my pussy lips and I gasped. The threat was apparent. I hated it when he went out of his way to spank my clit.

  “I’m proud of how I look. I spend too much time primping. I try to use…” I stammered. I didn’t want to say it.

  The strike was sudden, and fierce. It was fire slicing across my ass and pussy. I yelped without words and lurched forward. Quickly, before he did it again, I moved back into Three.

  “I try to use my pretty whore face to make Master Victor do what I want. I try and make myself prettier than his other toys so he will like me best.”

  His hand was in my hair. He squeezed, turning my face to where I could see him. He still had his suit on. His brilliant blue eyes were like ice, his face hard. He was handsome, his jaw chiseled.

  He was frightening when his face was hard. But that wasn’t the worst. He was still in his suit. That meant he wasn’t ready to fuck me. He had been spanking my ass and breasts for a while. Usually he would have his thick cock out by now. Didn’t he want to fuck me?

  “You are a vain little whore who doesn’t know her place.”

  “Yes, Master Victor.”

  There was a flurry of strikes then. I cried again. I bit my lip until it bled. I saw angels and demons.

  “You can’t just say what you think I want to hear, little whore. That makes things worse.”

  I was sobbing. “Thank you, sir. Thank you for teaching me.”

  “This is your problem, ‘Tasia.” He sighed. “You think you can have two lives. You think you can be my girl some of the time, and a hotshot writer the rest of the time. This isn’t a vacation. We aren’t on retreat.” He let go of my hair, and I gasped in relief.

  “Take Four.”

  I obliged. Position Four had my left forearm under my forehead, and my right hand on my clit. I knew better than to start moving my fingers, however.

  He stood straight, and placed one expensive shoe on my neck, pushing my face into the carpet. “Rub your clit while I talk to you. If you come without permission, you will be sorry. You will suffer until the sun comes up.”

  “Yes sir.” I was dripping, honey-heavy. I began rubbing myself like his good little girl. I wanted to put one of my fingers inside, but I knew better. The last time I had finger-fucked myself without permission, Victor had made Autumn sit on my face while he caned my breasts. It had hurt so badly I wasn’t able to focus on Autumn’s desire, and he told me that I couldn’t get up until she came.

  Autumn was a real bitch. She had fought not to come. She looked at my face, smashed between her thighs, and laughed. Finally, Victor had made me tongue her asshole while he held a vibrator on her clit. She had screamed while she came, screamed into Victor’s mouth while he kissed her. Autumn was a squirter. She had covered my face with her water, and Victor had told me I couldn’t wash up until morning. He had let the others see me while my face glistened with Autumn’s come.

  Victor wanted us to remember our lessons.

  “I’m too close to coming, sir.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice. “You are a good girl for telling me. Because you are a good girl, you may cover your pussy while I spank you.”

  I wanted to cry with relief. “Thank you, sir.” I pushed my hand up over my exposed pussy. From the first blow, I could tell that he wasn’t angry, or punishing me with the tawse. It was almost lazy the way he struck me, hard enough to sting, but not a fierce beating. I knew he was just giving me something to focus on besides my clit for a time.

  Still, it was enough to make me cry again.

  He didn’t want me coming. Not yet. After five strokes on each side, he stopped again. He walked to my side. I could see his eyes looking down on me. I loved his face so much.

  He still had his suit on.

  “Touch your clit some more, ‘Tasia.” He smiled at me. “Tell me again what we are doing.”

  My eyes started to drift shut as I made dizzying circles around my clit.

  “Eyes open. Look at me while you say it.” His voice was steel.

  “I am spoiled and proud, Master Victor. I use my looks to try and get what I want.”

  “You do.” His voice was so certain, so calm. “Do you know what we are going to do about it?”

  Dozens of scenes played through my head. The worst one was when I had watched him tie Amber to a sawhorse. She had called him a son-of-a-bitch while he was caning her. Master Victor was not one to be cursed at. He had invited over several of his friends, and given them all leave to fuck Amber however they wished, for as long as they wished. She had left a wet spot on the floor, as big around as a dinner plate. Today she said that she loved it, but I remembered her screaming. Master Victor made me serve his guests whiskey and Viagra, so I knew she was well used.

  “No, Master Victor.” It was hard to focus on my words. My hand was so slippery, and it was getting hard to breathe. I needed his cock. I needed his hand in my hair with his thick cock buried inside me. I needed his little gasp of pleasure, that tiny moment where I knew he wa
s pleased, and he left me dripping with his come.

  Oh God…

  “No, bitch. Not yet.”

  I whined, sounding for all the world like the spoiled little girl I was. He chuckled, his voice full of dark humor.

  “You have a problem, ‘Tasia. Most of my girls can come and go, but you have too much freedom. You have a good job for the paper. You have your own place.” He made a tsk-tsk noise. “I have people tell me how you dress. I hear about your short blue skirt, and white shirts that your tits are all but spilling out of. Do you think I like other men looking at my property?” He slid a finger down my back, and gently caressed my ass. His finger just grazed me. I gasped.

  “No, Master Victor. May I come? Please? I am so close, Master Victor.”

  “No. You may not.” He brought the tawse down on my back and I squealed. “Take Three again.”

  I pouted, and reluctantly pulled my fingers away.

  “Lick them clean.”

  I pulled my glistening fingers to my mouth, and tasted my wetness. I loved the taste of pussy, and he knew that. Master Victor was trying to be kind. After a moment, I pulled my fingers away, and moved back into three. I could see Master Victor removing his tie.

  “It’s time to make a choice, ‘Tasia. You can have this life or that one.”

  I frowned, knowing he couldn’t see me. “What do you mean, Master Victor?”

  He ran his hand over my ass again. I could almost hear the smile in his voice. “I mean that you have far to go, little one. Every time you leave, and go back to your apartment, you lose a little bit of what I have taught you.” He dipped a finger into my pussy, and I shuddered, almost coming right there. I pushed back against him, and he chuckled again.

  “Would you like to suck my cock, ‘Tasia?”

  Relief poured through me, like cool rain in July. “Yes, Master Victor. Please, Master Victor.” I sat up, taking position One without him telling me to. I winced, internally, waiting for a rebuke.

  None came.

  Master Victor was a tall, lean man, powerfully built. He had no job that I was aware of; he amassed his fortune by owning several restaurants and clubs. He was still in his expensive suit, which made my heart drop a bit, but he smiled at me as he walked in front of me.

  Position One was on my knees, with my ass resting on my feet. I was to clasp my hands behind my back, tightly enough so that my elbows touched. I hadn’t been able to do it at first, so he had used rope, and slowly I grew more flexible.

  Now, as I sat there with my breasts pushed out, I looked up at him. He smiled. I knew he found me beautiful, no matter what he said about my pride. He told me that he loved my blue eyes, and I had never met the man who wasn’t fascinated with my full lips.

  He stepped closer. His thick cock was pressing through the fabric of his pants. I leaned forward, rubbing my face against the cloth. I felt him twitch. I was so wet; I was worried that I would leave dampness on his carpet.

  “I know you do.” His voice was quiet, edged silk. “You want my thick cock in your mouth. You want me to fuck your face.”

  “Yes sir.” I looked up at him, my eyes smoldering. I expected to see him looking back, animal hunger burning in him.

  No. Coldness. Anger.

  I only had a moment to feel the fear before he backhanded me. Pain blossomed on my face.

  No sooner had I hit the ground than I was up again. He had his hand curled into my thick black hair, pulling me. The ponytail had come loose. He held my face inches from his.

  “This is the problem, ‘Tasia. I didn’t tell you to take One. I didn’t tell your vain little ass to do anything.” His voice was a hiss. “Why do you think an arrogant little whore like you deserves to have my cock in her mouth?”

  I tried settling back into One, but he was holding me by my hair now. My ass was about eight inches over my feet, and my head was canted to one side.

  Something broke in my heart. Something heavy and brittle. I started to cry. Not my sweet, genteel tears from before, but great shuddering sobs.

  “I don’t, Master Victor. I don’t deserve your cock in my mouth.” He let go of my hair, and I dropped like a rag doll. I tried kissing his shoes. “Please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

  “Tasia, I think we’re at a crossroads here. Your heart has a lot more to give, but I don’t think we’re going to get there this way.”

  I looked up at him, my mouth on expensive Italian leather. “Sir?”

  “Tasia, I think you need to take my collar.”

  My heart and my pussy clenched at his words. I couldn’t tell if it was elation or terror.

  “You need to stay here, with me and my pets. I’ll put your things in storage, and give you a room. You need to stay here until you learn how to be a good girl.”

  Part of me was angry. I had a nice apartment, I had a career….

  “My writing.” I wasn’t making any sense. What I was trying to say was, ‘What about my life? What about everything I am?’

  “Do you want to be my girl?” He leaned toward me again, catching my chin. Oh, those eyes.

  “Yes, Master Victor.” All thoughts of my other life fell away into his gaze. Somewhere, not in my head and not in my pussy, I knew this was what I needed.

  “Then you’ll stay here.” He took off his jacket. “I can think of a way to use your writing.” I was confused. He continued, ignoring the look on my face. “Take One.”

  My heart jumped. I scrambled back into One. I clasped my hands behind my back as well as I could, pointing my tits out at him. He smiled.

  “If you stay, I’m piercing you.” He casually caressed my right nipple, smiling as he watched the look on my face. His fingers sent burning trails to my pussy. He gave me a gentle pinch. “I will have three rings in you. One in your clit, and two in your nipples. You will pay for the rings.”

  “I will buy whatever rings you want, Master Victor.”

  He chuckled. “No, ‘Tasia, you will work for the rings. You will perform service until you earn them.”

  I blushed. I had watched Master Victor offer his girls to guests before, to be used as party favors. Is that what he meant?

  It didn’t matter.

  “Yes, Master Victor.” I kept my breasts pointing out, and gave my lips the slightest pout. I looked up at him, keeping my eyes wide.

  He smiled. “That’s a good girl.”

  Master Victor unzipped his pants.

  I can’t describe how wet I always got just at the sight of his thick cock. He kept himself shaved and smooth. It was his cock, but it was also a weapon he wielded. I felt myself dripping.

  “Thank you, Master Victor.” It was all I had time to say before he took my mouth.

  He was salty-sweet as he filled my throat. It had taken me months to be able to completely swallow him, and there had been lots of lessons. The worst were his special clover clamps that he put on my nipples. He had them custom-made; they were heavy, and had a fierce spring in them. He would put them on me the moment he felt my teeth graze his cock, and not take them off until he came.

  Master Victor did one thousand kegels a day. He could fuck my mouth for two hours while I cried from the weight on my poor nipples.

  He fucked my throat. It was savage. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus on anything else but his cock.

  I didn’t care.

  He groaned. “Such a sweet bitch. You have so much potential.” He buried his fingers in my hair, holding me so I had no power, no control. Tears and mascara spilled onto my cheeks, and my nose ran.

  Time drifted as Master Victor fucked my throat. I was a toy, a doll. My body belonged to him. I saw stars and visions due to lack of air.

  Suddenly, he pulled out. Even as I gasped for air, I whimpered, bereft at the loss of him.

  “Please.” My throat was raw. I didn’t care. This was what I had been born to do.

  “Such a sweet little fuck.” He crouched, tenderly wiping one of the tears from my face. “Do you still want to
stay here? To be with me?” His eyes were hard. “No safe words. No games. We go on until you have what you need.”

  I’ll admit, a small part of me wanted my other life. But where was that going? I had a job writing for a paper. That only paid for my apartment. I had over five hundred outfits and some nice furniture. I wore tight clothes and made the office boys drool.

  That wasn’t as satisfactory as being his pet. When I was here, I had no choices, no responsibilities. I was his. Sometimes, we drank wine and laughed. Other times, he used me, broke me, and made me bleed.

  But I was alive. Goddamn it, I was alive.

  “Yes, Master Victor.” I looked up at him, my eyes wet. “Please.”

  “If you stay, you will be my toy. You will only do as I tell you. You will come to me, three times a day, and beg me to use you.”

  I thought I would come just from his voice, much less from what he was telling me.

  ”I am already yours, Master Victor.”

  His eyes glimmered. “Then we need to talk.”

  My heart fell as he zipped up his pants.

  2

  Five minutes later, I was dressed in a short, green, lacy nothing he had brought me, and drinking a glass of red wine. It was only a camisole, of course. Master Victor abhorred panties.

  I was still wet from the fucking he hadn’t given me, and was starting to feel irritable. I always felt this way when he made me wait, but knew from experience that he would punish me if I made an issue of it. I leaned back in the chair he set me in, wondering what was next.

  “Autumn’s toy.” There was no preamble, no context. “I will need you to spend the day with Autumn tomorrow. She will be able to tell me if you are suited for my collar.”

  Just Autumn’s name terrified me. The girl possessed no limits. That’s why Master Victor prized her so. I stuttered a bit as I answered him.

  “Y..yes sir.”

  He smiled at me. “You are right to be afraid, little whore. Autumn is my tool. She is my hammer and my blade. She is the fire that will burn the dross from you.” He gave me a knowing look. “That is what taking my collar means.”