I watched as she positioned herself between my legs, her elbows propping her up on either side of my hips, and grasped my cock again. Lacing my hands behind my head, I continued watching her. “Go on. It’s not going to suck itself off, slave.”
“Yes, Sir.” She hesitated for a moment before lowering her lips, daintily kissing the tip. She was no doubt feeling self-conscious with me watching her so intently, but fuck her. There was a big difference between sucking me off while I was watching and while I was occupied eating out her pussy – I got that. She’d have to get used to it.
“This isn’t your first time, love. I expect improvement over last time.” She parted her lips and began to take me in. Way too slowly for my liking, so I bucked my hips and drove my dick deep into her mouth, slamming into the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and I couldn’t help but snicker, although if the fucking bitch puked on me I’d fucking whip her until she begged for mercy.
Grasping the base, she attempted to regain her composure, moving her mouth and hand in unison up and down. And I’ll admit, it was better. I released a low moan, enjoying the sight of her working my dick. Hearing my moan, her eyes opened and she looked up at me, our gazes locking. To my surprise there was desire in her eyes – fear and a little resentment as well, but it was the desire I loved seeing right then.
“Tighten your grip, baby, and swirl your tongue around my cock as you move up and down.” She attempted to answer, but it was muffled, the hum sending vibrations up my shaft and making me groan a second time. She did as told, her dainty hand gripping tighter and her tongue teasing me as she bobbed up and down.
“So much better.” Slipping my hand into her hair, I grabbed the back of her head and began leading her, thrusting up into her mouth each time she took me in. Closing my eyes, I stopped watching her and allowed myself to focus on the waves of pleasure rushing through me. She was a fast learner and she was bringing me to climax at an alarming rate.
She moaned around my cock again and I smiled. As much as she might not have wanted to be doing this, she was beginning to enjoy it. I had no doubt if I put my fingers into her pussy she’d be wet for me, her tight pussy begging to be breached for the first time. The thought of fucking her began to dominate my mind, her tight pussy wrapped around my cock…
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, my little whore, make me come.”
I bucked harder, my hand tightening its grip on her head. She was no longer in control – I was, and I was teetering on the edge, ready to explode. “You’re to swallow every drop and thank me for allowing you to suck me off, are we clear?” I could barely get the words out before my balls began to tighten and the pressure became almost unbearable. With a final thrust, I groaned as a gush of my seed exploded from my cock, filling her mouth. She moaned as she began to drink me, sucking and licking my cock, doing her best to get every drop.
God, I liked how she moaned as she drank me, as if she was enjoying drinking me down as much as I enjoyed unleashing into her. She looked up, letting my depleted cock fall from her lips. “Thank you, Master.”
Holy fuck. Did she have any idea how fucking sexy she looked or how that sounded right then? I doubted it. She sat back on her knees as I sat up. I wanted to see her and wasn’t interested in taking the time to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. Grabbing the lapels of the shirt, I tore it down the front, buttons flying in every direction. She didn’t fight me.
Pushing the shirt off of her shoulders, I grabbed her neck with one hand and pushed her backwards. My hand tightened on her neck. She struggled, fear mixing with the desire in her eyes, her hands gripping my wrist, attempting to pull my hand away. I loosened my grip, allowing her a breath as I settled myself between her legs.
I released her neck and my lips came crashing down onto hers, kissing her violently, as I braced one hand at the side of her head and slid the other between us to cup her mound. She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me down as she moved against my hand. I could feel her responding under me – this wasn’t just her going along with me to make me happy. She wanted it.
Parting her pussy lips, I slipped a finger into her moist core. She trembled under me. I pulled my lips from hers and stared down at her. Her eyes were closed. “Look at me.”
She swallowed hard and slowly opened her eyes as I continued to stroke her inner wall. I needed to stop, to pull away before I slammed my already thickening cock into her. Removing my finger from her, I replaced it with the head of my dick. I didn’t breach her entrance, but merely ran the head back and forth along her slit, stroking her clit with each pass. She moaned and bucked against me, her nails digging deep into the flesh of my shoulders.
“Tell me you want it.”
Biting down on her lower lip, Emily shook her head.
She was lying to me. I could see the lust in her eyes. While her mind might still be reluctant, her body was eager. “Don’t lie to me, slave.”
Emily shook her head again. I slipped the head of my cock to her entrance again and gently pushed. I had no intention of taking her today, but wanted to see the alarm in her expression. I wanted to force the truth from her.
“If you continue to lie to me I’ll fuck you right now.”
“No. No, Tanner.” She began to squirm under me, attempting to get away.
“What?”
“Master!” she screamed out, attempting to push me from her. I released her for a moment, sat back on my heels, grabbed her thighs, slipped them over my shoulders and lifted her backside into the air. She stopped attempting to get away and looked up at me, her hands fisting the blanket below her as I lowered my face to the apex between her legs.
Spreading her labia again, I ran my tongue along her wet slit and she moaned. All struggling stopped and her body relaxed. Apparently fucking her was still a no-no, but she had no problem with my tongue licking her. I chuckled softly. All right. I suppose we could consider that progress. I ran my tongue along her a second time and paused at her clit, taking a moment to tease with my tongue and gently nip it. Another moan escaped her and she gently bucked against my mouth.
“Tell me you want it. Ask me to lick your pussy.”
“Master…” Her eyes pled with me to just continue. I wasn’t letting her off the hook.
“Tell me.”
“I…”
I began working her clit with my thumb as I waited. “If you want to come, then tell me.”
“Lick…” She paused, her face flushing. “My pussy, Master.”
~*~*~*~*~
Emily
I believe I was begging him to lick me. What was I turning into? What was he turning me into? But my body was trembling, my stomach was aching and the throbbing between my legs was demanding release. This was wrong, but we’d done it before and I was still a virgin. And as much as I hated to admit it, I did want it.
His tongue thrust into me and I cried out, bucking against his mouth. To heck with it. What did it matter anymore anyhow? I’d already decided that I was going to stay with him. This was my future – he was my future and I was his – why not at least make the most out of it? But I knew why. Because in the back of my mind I was still hoping there would be a way to escape and I could return to my old life, although I wasn’t even sure I wanted that anymore.
I was confused. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore or what to do.
His tongue left my core and I immediately opened my eyes and stared up at him, pleading him with my eyes. No, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to come.
“Master?”
He smiled and leaned back, opened the drawer of the night table, rummaged through it and came back with a red egg-shaped thing in his hand. “What’s that?”
“This is an anal plug.” My eyes widened and I attempted to crawl away from him, but he was too quick, grabbing me and pulling me back to him. “You don’t want to take me in your ass without being stretched. I’m doing you a favour, slave.”
“No, Master, please.” I attempted once more to escape,
but he stopped me again, pulling my legs up over his shoulders and doubling me over, exposing both my pussy and back entrance to him.
“Be a good girl. You know the consequences.”
I stilled and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Victoria. My family. A countless number of faceless, innocent girls. Yes, I knew the consequences.
He began rubbing my mound and I closed my eyes, moaning softly, forgetting about his plan as the pleasure took over again. I could feel my juices coating my slit and he began to massage and lube my tight virgin back entrance with my juices. When his finger probed me I yelped and attempted to squirm – yet again – from him. But it was impossible. Even with his hurt arm and chest he easily overpowered me.
“It’ll only hurt a little.”
I started to glower at him, but the feel of his finger sinking into my back entrance caused a mixture of pleasure and pain through me and I cried out. He leaned over me, capturing my lips with his as his finger began to work my back entrance until I began to move with his finger, the throbbing between my legs intensifying. I sighed against his lips and his tongue thrust past my lips and began to duel with mine.
His finger left me and I whimpered against his lips, feeling empty with the need still rushing through me. But his finger was replaced by the cool plastic. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, the anal plug, which vibrated slightly, was pushed into me and his fingers were stroking my clit. Any type of resistance I had left in me faded and I was at the mercy of my body and the waves of pleasure racing through me.
He pulled his lips from mine and a jolt of alarm shot through me. God, I hoped he wouldn’t do what he had the previous night sitting on the bathroom sink, leaving me on the verge of orgasm.
“Ask my permission to come.”
I groaned, bucking wildly against his hand and the plug. “Please.”
“Say it.”
To hell with it – my pride had been taken from me over a week ago. “May I come, Master?”
“Good girl.” He’d barely gotten the words from his lips when a wave of pleasure so intense it brought tears to my eyes crashed over me. My pussy clenched around his teasing fingers and a gush of my juices greeted his fingers. He slipped his fingers from me as a second orgasm rocked through me.
Closing my eyes, my body went limp on the bed and I sighed. I lay there panting, the vibrating contraption in my ass still humming away. I actually whimpered a protest when he removed it, but didn’t bother to open my eyes. As I began to come down from my high, shame washed over me. I didn’t even notice that he’d gotten up, shackled my ankle to the bedpost and left the room, locking me inside. I was just grateful that he was leaving me to wallow in my self-pity and disgrace. I’d liked it. The devil had me in his grasp and I welcomed him in. Father would be so disappointed in me.
Chapter 13
Emily
“I have a little something for you,” Tanner announced, entering the bedroom.
I stayed where I was, cuddled against the wooden headboard, watching him as he entered with a black leather collar in his hand. I frowned as I eyed the collar with suspicion.
“I don’t need anything.”
He frowned. “Are you upset over this morning?”
I pressed my lips tightly together and didn’t answer.
Tanner chuckled. “Let me guess. You liked it and you’re…shy, embarrassed, confused… stop me when I get to the correct emotion.”
I didn’t answer.
“Well, then, maybe this will cheer you up.” He waved the collar in front of me. But it wasn’t a normal collar – it had what appeared to be a receiver on it and it had a padlock. Apparently it was meant to stay on.
“A dog collar? That’s supposed to cheer me up? Master?”
“It’s going to give you free rein of the house during the daytime hours, so I would think it should make you happy.”
“I don’t understand.”
He finished crossing the room to me. “Lift your hair.” I did as told and leaned forward. I didn’t have the energy to fight him. Even if I fought he’d get his way anyhow and enjoy the struggle in the process, so what was the point? He wrapped it around my neck adjusted it so it was snug but not overly tight, then secured it with the little padlock. It would take some getting used to, but I could manage. Although I suspected the small, cool, metal plates that pressed against my neck in four spots would be annoying.
After the collar was secure he stood and pulled out a small black transmitter from his pocket. “Now, Victoria also has one on. However, I’m keeping her where she is, so in case you get any funny ideas about trying to escape with her, know she’ll endure what you’ll be forced to endure.”
He had my complete attention now. What was this collar?
“The house is situated on seventy acres of land and is surrounded by a system similar to the invisible fences people have for their pets. You can go as far as the front porch, but if you step a single foot off of the porch…” He pressed a button and a shock jolted through me. I screamed and clawed at the collar, but it was useless. It wasn’t coming off anytime soon.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, what is this?” I needed it off. Oh God, I need this thing off! My heart began thumping in my chest and I began to hyperventilate. I needed air. God where is the air in this room?
“Calm down, just calm down. It’ll be okay.”
After I managed to get my breathing under control, I shot him the dirtiest glare I could muster. “Then you put this on and let me shock you, Master.” I spat the word “Master” out with as much venom as possible. I assumed I would feel his wrath for my tone, but I didn’t care.
Tanner laughed. “Boy, are you cranky.”
“You’ve got a dog collar on me and shocked me!”
“It’s not a dog collar, and I needed to demonstrate what would happen if you tried to leave. Now, just so you know, the farther you get from the house, the stronger the shock will be, in five second intervals until you either return to the house or you pass out. It also has a locater in case you happen to manage to get a fair way before you pass out from the pain. And if by some miracle you managed to get this off, again let me remind you, we’re on seventy acres of land and I have some of the best tracking dogs in the world on the property, housed outside. You wouldn’t get far.”
Darn, darn, darn. There was no way I was going to get us out of here now. Not unless I somehow convinced Tanner.
“Would you like a demonstration of the full voltage?”
My eyes narrowed as I stared at him. “Thanks, but I think I get it…Master!”
“Good.” He re-pocketed the transmitter. “I have to go out for a little while, so I’m just going to leave you shackled here. Do you need to use the bathroom or anything before I go?”
I shook my head.
“All right, then.” He leaned in to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Bye, honey. Don’t miss me too much.” With that he spun on his heel and left.
Chapter 14
Emily
“It’s show time, sweetness.” Perking my head up from the novel he’d given me to read earlier that day, I watched Tanner enter my room. He looked sexy, very sexy, dressed in a suit complete with tie. He looked like he’d just stepped out of the pages of GQ Magazine. My eyes immediately landed on a leash dangling from his fingertips. He wasn’t seriously going to take me out in front of those people on a dog leash, was he?
I refused to answer him.
“I see. Still upset over the collar, huh?”
Pressing my lips tightly together I shot a glare at him. This was it. I’d failed. Victoria was going to be sold and I couldn’t stop it. I’d tried everything I could, right down to refusing to eat. He’d held me down and force-fed me. When I’d tried to bargain, he’d reminded me there wasn’t anything I could possibly give him that he couldn’t get by other means.
He approached me and motioned for me to get up. I refused, curling myself into a tight ball on the far corner of the little cot. “All right, thi
s is how this is going to go down. You can either do as told and come nicely, or...”
I lifted my chin defiantly. “Do what you have to do, Master.”
He sighed and pulled a syringe out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “Fine, hard way it is.” He lunged at me and I had no way to escape. “If you become more bother than you’re worth, you’ll be auctioned right along with her,” he stated, jabbing the needle into my neck. Seconds later the world went dark.
~*~*~*~
Tanner
Why must she be so damned difficult, all the time? Difficult. I liked it when she fought – both verbal and physical sparring turned me on – but this withdrawn, sullen attitude was pissing me off, and not in a good way. It was all Victoria’s fault. Ah well, bitch would be gone soon enough and then we could begin working on sweet Emily’s attitude.
Hoisting her up onto my shoulder, I carried Emily from the room and down the hallway to the showroom. It wasn’t a huge room or extravagant like the display room at The Compound, where I used to work, but it served my purposes. I wasn’t interested in putting on airs. I had merchandise to sell, and there were people who wanted to buy it. Plain and simple as that.
Victoria was already strung up on one of the two platforms, her wrists cuffed above head and her legs to the straps on the floor, in a human X position. She’d been told not to move and she didn’t, not even to turn her head and greet us as we entered. The perfect little slave. She was scarred up, more than I would have liked, but not all my doing. She’d had a hard life before me. Whether life would get hard again or not would be a matter of who bid the most for her.
Stepping up onto the second pedestal, I quickly secured one of Emily’s wrists and then the second. Within a couple of minutes she was hanging from her bonds. I took a step back to admire her. So beautiful. The buyers would be very envious when they saw her. Too bad for them she was all mine, display purposes only. They could eat their hearts out.
There was a little tug of regret in my heart. This was going to be my last auction. I was retiring. The end of an era. I was going to be a one-slave only man from here on in... That was unless the arrangement no longer suited me.
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