Becoming His Collection

by Haley Monroe

  “How long will you be gone?” A frown replaces my smile. I don’t want him to leave. We’ve finally met and I don’t want to go back to the online/telephone thing we had going on. I want the physical him.

  “Just a few days. My team has prepared the sale, but they need me to secure the deal and handle closing.” The oven beeps and he bends to pull out the dish. I stretch my neck to get a good look at what’s in the glassware. It looks like seasoned rice and chicken, it smells delightful.

  “Closing? For the sale of a house.”

  “Yes. A very big one.” He grins at me over his shoulder. “Not this trip but soon, I’ll take you with me. I get such a rush over selling these multi-million-dollar homes.” I see a shiver race through his back and he laughs. “You’d love it.” I smile at his infections laugh.

  “Multi-million-dollar homes? That’s crazy.” Jacob uses a serving spoon to dish us each a plate. He carries them over and places the plates down by my hip. He dips a smaller spoon into the mixture and brings it to my mouth. I open and he feeds me the best chicken and rice I’ve ever had.

  “It is insane. I’m so thankful for my job.” He watches me chew and swallow and offers me another bite. My hunger rises up at the taste of something so good and I’m ravenous for more. “It does keep me away often and I hope you can be flexible and patient with me.”

  “I’ll try.” I tease him which makes him chuckle. He takes a few bites from his own plate, sharing the same spoon with me. After a bit, he parts my knees and stands between my thighs. I love the calm, casualness of the moment. It makes me feel that much closer to him.

  We talk more about his work and the time he spends here while he feeds us. He asks more about my job as a customer service rep at a clothing outlet store. My job seems immature compared to his but I remind myself he is almost ten years my senior. At twenty-three, I don’t really have a solid career path planned out but I know I don’t want to be in retail forever. He doesn’t seem to care what I do, as long as it makes me happy. Which it doesn’t, but I try not to dwell on that, not tonight.

  When the food is all gone, he helps me off the counter and asks how I feel. “Much better.”

  “Good.” He makes quick work of cleaning up our late-night dinner. He stacks the dishes in the dishwasher and wipes down the counter. I get the feeling he might be a little OCD but I just watch him and don’t say anything. “Alright, how about a movie?”

  “That sounds amazing.”

  “Would you like to watch in my bedroom or in the theater?”

  “You have a fucking theater?” I gawk which makes him laugh again. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his body.

  “Would you like to tour the house before we pick which movie and where we’ll watch it?” His lips are against my temple as he asks and I hug my arms around his sexy middle.

  “Definitely, yes!” I bounce on my toes against his side and he begins to lead me around the massive building.

  Six bedrooms, eight full baths and three powder rooms. Each one is uniquely decorated in soft tones and sleek lines. He has a theater just as he said and an indoor pool on the first floor. The garage houses three very fancy cars and one big pickup truck. I’m in awe. Every room we enter is magnificent and his wealth begins to make me nervous.

  He could have anyone he wants. He’s smart, handsome, self-made and hung like a God damn horse. How do I fit in here? I’m just a regular girl who gets her rocks off with a little bit of kink.

  The tour ends in his bedroom, the brightest room in the house. The walls are stark white and the bed covers a cool royal blue. There are no candles in here, I get the feeling that in here he likes to really see what he’s doing. Another large desk takes up a corner of the big room, across from it, a large screen TV. The main focus of the room is the colossal four poster bed. It looks much bigger than any king size bed I’ve ever seen. I think six people could sleep in it comfortably.

  “Wow.” I whisper, almost speechless from tonight’s events.

  “Do you like it?” He hugs me from behind, lowering his head so that we are cheek to cheek. I feel his thighs against my ass and his chest on my back.

  “That’s a silly question.”

  “Your body is rather stiff, kitten. Is something bothering you?” Jacob places sweet kisses along the side of my face and I close my eyes, leaning back into his body to try and relax.

  “It all seems too good to be true.”

  “Give me the chance to prove to you its not.” He turns me around, bringing us face to face. “I take great care in picking the women I keep for company. Not many have ever pleased me the way you do and I don’t just mean physically. Something about you calls to my inner dominance. It’s something that makes me want to protect you fiercely. I want to spoil you and spend my days making you smile.”

  My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard again. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “You don’t have to say anything, I just want you to give me the chance to earn the same feelings in your heart.” I swear my ovaries explode or maybe it’s my heart. I’m not sure. Two months of just talking can really imbed someone into your heart and soul. I do feel those crazy things for Jacob.

  “Is it too soon?” I wonder out loud. His hands rake through my hair, pushing it sweetly back from my face.

  “No, kitten. It won’t be all peaches and cream, I’m the beast you called me earlier. I’m stubborn and work driven but I want you to be mine.”

  “Like a girlfriend?” I gawk, my eyes feeling wide and my mouth dropping open. He laughs and grabs a chunk of my hair at the base of my skull to pull my head back a little.

  “Is that so surprising?” His lips hover over mine as he asks.

  “Well, I mean, yeah.” One of my shoulders lift in a shrug. “You’re incredible and I’m… just me. Why would you want me?”

  “We’ll have to work on your opinion of yourself, Hannah.” He growls over my mouth. “Will you be my girlfriend, my submissive, and my sweet little girl? Exclusively mine, until you wish otherwise?”

  “Yes,” I moan softly, my body pliant against his.

  “Mmm, say it Hannah. Say you’ll be mine.” His other hand holds my lower back, just above my ass and he presses my hips into his. His cock is hard again, throbbing against my belly and I whimper the words he wants to hear.

  “I’ll be yours, Jacob. I want to be yours, Daddy.”

  To be continued...

  Sorry Not Sorry

  Stefanie Montes,

  Darling our friendship is still new but that doesn’t make it mean any less.

  We’re still growing as we figure each other out but your kindness and support are unmeasurable. Thanks for everything you’ve done and continue to do.

  Haley Monroe

  1

  Deep. He’s so deep that I’m choking on his dick from the inside. Sputtering and gasping. My thighs are bound in silky ropes, spread wide and pinned to the table beneath me. I have nowhere to go, no way to escape his thrusts. My arms are stretched out tight in front of me, tied together at the wrists by another rope that loops around under the table to keep me in place. My tits are mashed under me, still encased in the bubble gum pink bra he gave me to wear tonight.

  Jacob’s weight settles over me, his cock feels like its shoved way up into my lungs, his breath against my ear. “Who’s Daddy’s good girl?” His dark voice invades me just like his cock does, fully. It fills me everywhere. The bright red ball gag in my mouth keeps me from answering him properly but his words still have the desired effect over me.

  My pussy clamps down around his thick cock and I struggle in my bonds. I am. I’m Daddy’s good girl, my mind screams the words I can’t speak. Drool runs like a river down my chin to pool under my face. It makes my cheeks slip over the vinyl table top every time I try to turn my head. “I can’t hear you, princess.” He coaxes in my ear. “Let me hear how much you want it.” He punctuates his sentence with a punishing thrust. It jars me, the ropes on my legs biting
into my skin as he forces the very small amount of slack to grow taunt.

  I sob around the gag. My tongue fights the damn thing, pushing against it, trying to shove it from my mouth but that won’t happen. It’s buckled securely around my head, just like the ropes around my wrists and lower half. I’m stuck. Spread open and forced to accept my punishment. “Poor little girl.” He chuckles darkly and removes his weight from my back. I feel his fingertips skim over my shoulders and down my sides where he grips my thin waist tightly. “Will you learn to control your smart mouth or do you think we’ll have to repeat these lessons?”

  His hands around my body help him to dig his fat dick even deeper into my body. There isn’t anywhere else for him to go, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. He pounds into me. Over and over, it’s so fucking hard that tears spring to my eyes as he mashes himself against my cervix. I scream behind the gag. Pleas of pleasure and pain trying to be heard but instead a gurgled stream of mumbled sounds ring in my ears.

  I did this, I caused him to tie me down and use me like the fuck toy I am. I can’t decide if it’s a real punishment or even if it fits the crime, but right now none of that matters. All that matters is the way my pussy conforms around his length and my tummy cramps as I come again. This time it’s painful. The sparks of pleasure that came with the first orgasm of the night are long gone now, replaced with a harsh burn. As if he’s frayed my nerve endings. He’s forcing my pleasure, pulling it from the depths of me. From places I didn’t know existed. My pussy aches from the friction and the heated lube he applied to my body before he dipped his cock inside of me.

  This time my screams can be heard, still muffled but oh so powerful. My wails are yanked from my toes and rip through my throat. I make an awful shrill sound as he draws back, holding just the top portion of his dick in my body as I shiver uncontrollably. His hand slaps over my flexed butt cheek, “I know, baby. I know.” He coo’s from behind me like he’s trying to sooth an upset toddler, not a woman he has been torturing with his cock for hours. He massages my spanked rear and rolls his hip forward to fill me again.

  I’m so exhausted. I can’t even count the number of times he’s made me come since I called him a “busy asshole,” and told him to “go fuck a blow-up doll, since it won’t care how much time you spend at work instead of with it.”

  In hind sight, I suppose I should have chosen my words better, but I was upset. I’ve been Jacob’s little girl for a month now, not counting the two months that we knew each other, but hadn’t met in real life. Online relationships can be so fucking complicated. Now we’re exclusive, I’m his submissive in the bedroom as well as during all other hours of the day and he is my Daddy Dom. He’s the man who settles my anxious mind and apparently disciplines my disobedient ass. But do you know how many times I’ve seen him in that month that we’ve been serious couple? Can you guess how many times I’ve been able to serve my Dom like a real little should? Hm? Guess, go ahead. I’ll give you a minute. How many times would you imagine a budding relationship, would allow two consensual adults to take part in their desired kinks?

  Two.

  Yup, count ‘em.

  One. Two.

  One being the first day we met in person, which shouldn’t even count! Our first date where he fingered me in a busy coffee shop then invited me over to his house for a dinner I didn’t eat until I passed out from physical exhaustion and some other stupid factors. I stayed the night, enjoying his company as well as his body and then he left the next day for a business trip.

  Talk about a roller coaster of feels. I was up and down for sure, twisted around a little too. I was hooked from the first minute we met, I’d been searching for a Daddy Dom and found just that in Jacob. He was in my head from weeks of chatting online. Jacob seems to know me better than I knew myself and being with him was intoxicating.

  What was supposed to be only a day or two in California turned into six days. Of course, when he got home, the office here required his attention and I couldn’t get penciled into his stupid schedule for another week after he was home. When I was able to be squeezed in, we spent the night in his home theater watching Disney movies while he sucked the life from my pussy. I came on his tongue twice before he fucked me into the floor. Then he curled us up in a fluffy blanket and I fell asleep in his lap until the morning. There was no chance of staying longer because, you guessed it! He had to go back to work. Of course, he made sure I ate a well-balanced breakfast before he kicked me out to rush off to some important closing or whatever.

  That’s it. Two months of getting to know each other before we met in person and agreed to be in a relationship, then practically nothing. I’m not that needy, not really. I mean I work and have friends and know how to keep myself busy, but… I’m an addict. I’m addicted to his touch and his voice and the way he makes me feel.

  We had stayed in contact the whole while he was working but it wasn’t enough. Emails, phone calls, text, the whole nine yards, making me feel like I was in a long-distance relationship with a man who lived in the same town as me. I tried to be patient, I think. Waiting is kind of super hard for me. I hate to wait, for anything. So, there I was, trying to wait for an invitation to be with my Daddy. Trying to not be frustrated and angry that I hadn’t even gotten to hug him in so long, but then yesterday I threw a hissy-fit. He called to check up on me and I stomped my foot and whined through the phone line.

  I wanted to see him, had to see him or I was going to die from lack of attention. Okay, so maybe I was a little dramatic but it worked. He promised to cancel a business dinner he was supposed to go to so that we could spend the evening together instead.

  I drove to his house, butterflies in my belly and giddiness bubbling in my chest. I was so happy to be given the chance for some Daddy time. I think I even fist pumped the air as I made my way through the gate at the end of his driveway. I couldn’t have been more excited.

  Until I got there. I skipped through the door expecting to jump into his waiting arms and be swooped up in some lusty romance reunion that would make even the blackest of hearts swoon. Instead I got a sideways glance as he rose a finger up to me with his phone pressed to his ear, he was still working in his home office. Hold on, that’s what he meant.

  Hold on?!

  After days and weeks of not seeing him, he wanted me to hold on? Um, nope! Not this sex kitten. I had big plans for Daddy and him working wasn’t one of them. A loud laugh broke through my lips as I strolled over to his desk and sat my barely covered ass on his paper work not caring what I was wrinkling with my plump rear.

  He told whoever was on the phone that he would have to call them back and hung up. Feeling like I’d won, a cocky grin spread over my lips. He sat back in his office chair and his head angled to one side like he was curious about my reaction to his simple hand gesture. “Well, hello.” His sexy lips began but I cut him off.

  “This is my time slot, isn’t it?” My arms crossed under my heavy tits, my eyes pinning him to his chair with a serious look. “I had to make an appointment to even see you and now that this is my scheduled bit of Daddy time, I don’t want to wait for phone calls or other things to be over and done with. It’s my time now, you busy asshole,” I smarted. Thinking I was being cute while also expressing my very real frustrations. “Maybe you should just go fuck a blowup doll and keep that as your submissive, since it won’t care how much time you spend at work instead of with it.” As soon as the words fell from my mouth, I wanted to suck them back in. The humor I thought would accompany them, fell on deaf ears.

  Jacob scratched at his jaw for a heavy second while nodding and then stood up. His six-foot five frame towered over me, even as I sat on his big desk. His hand snaked out and caught my throat, just under my jaw. It was so quick, it scared me. My heart began to race and I gripped his forearm with both of my small hands. He brought his nose to mine and growled. “You will respect me, Girl.”

  He dragged my ass from his desk, papers fluttered to the floor as they fel
l. Jacob stormed down the hall to one of the many bedrooms in his home, all the while I scrambled to keep up with his long strides. The room he chose wasn’t exactly set up for guests. It was set up for bondage. Coils of ropes in all different colors hung from one section of the wall, impact toys lined the wall opposite and the short rectangular table that I’m now tied up on, stood in the center of the room. The black vinyl covers a small amount of padding over the top of the table, making the wood underneath bite into my hip bones and rips. The table is just long enough for the core of my body to be stretched out over the top. My knees are bent, allowing for my feet to hang off the edge and for my pussy to rest at the end. The perfect height for Jacob to fuck me senseless.

  Which he is doing a VERY good job of right now, I might add.

  He had pushed me into the room and released my throat. “I’m going to punish you, Hannah. Do you have objections to bondage?” I shook my head, feeling guilty and ashamed. I wanted his attention but not like this.

  “I’m sorry. So sorry, really.” I pleaded uselessly.

  “Get on your knees, while I set up. Tell me your safe word and remember it well. I plan on making you use it.” His head shook, as if he couldn’t believe the way I had spoken to him then he walked away when my knees hit the carpet.

  “My safe word is red, Sir.” I whispered, almost afraid to speak in case anything else disrespectful fell from my naughty mouth. I watched him gather long lengths of black rope from the wall. His eyes brooding whenever they fell upon me. He came back to me and asked for my wrists, I lifted them to him willingly. Even though I was in trouble, my pussy throbbed at the idea of being used. I was already dripping inside of my panties, the muscles in my thighs jumping under my short skirt.

  Once my wrists were bound he didn’t ask me to stand, he pulled me up to my feet by the length of rope hanging from my wrist. It was exhilarating, to be handled in this way. The ropes rubbed against my skin as he dragged me to the table and bent me over it roughly.