With his Trident

by Angela Blake

  On top of her naughty little outfit she wore a tight sleeveless top, a red mini-skirt and high heels. She wanted to really get his attention and decided to press her hair so it would be shiny and straight and then wore a pair of large earring loops. Topping off her look she went with red lipstick and a faint green eye shadow.

  While waiting, she sat in her living room and browsed through the profiles of the previous men she dated. Thinking back, she figured she wouldn’t have been happy marrying any of them, even though some of them were well established lawyers and doctors. All of them were sweet, all of them promised to financially support her and all of them were honestly good-looking. However, none of them had that devilish flare that Damian had in his eyes. He was wicked deep inside and it was that fire Sasha wanted to harness.

  There were times in her life where she wondered what would have happened if she decided to just stick with one of them. Maybe by this time she could have enjoyed a nice life in the Bahamas while her husband worked in a hospital. Despite this, she was happy because she knew she had found someone that sparked her interests and woke the beast inside her.

  Ring!

  “Hello?” Sasha greeted as she picked up her phone and answered the call. “Damian?”

  “Sir Damian,” he corrected her. “Always address me as such and we won’t run into problems. I’m here, right outside your apartment. Don’t bring anything but your keys. You can leave anything and everything behind.”

  That was a strange series of commands. Sasha stood in place, holding her phone up to her face, thinking about whether or not she should push through with this. He was beginning to take over her life and it was becoming an obsession.

  “Yes sir,” she finally replied, having made a decision. “I’ll be out there in a second.”

  She then ended the call and threw her phone across the living room and into the bedroom, where it landed on top of her pillows. She then took a look at her hand purse, picked it up, and then placed it back close to the bathroom. He didn’t tell her to bring her wallet so she didn’t and simply took her apartment keys before walking out the door.

  Waiting outside was a surprise even she did not expect. Instead of finding Damian waiting in his car she saw a large limousine. He was standing outside, leaning on the car, smoking a cigarette. She saw there was also a driver who was busy talking to someone on his phone.

  “Hurry up,” Damian called out. She quickly made her way down the stairs and towards the limo.

  “Where are we going, sir?” she asked.

  He smiled upon hearing her address him properly. “Just around town,” he answered and then pointed to the driver. “Meet Jason, he’s my usual driver when I’m not the one behind the wheels. He’ll always address you as ma’am or madam, you can call him whatever the fuck you feel like. The second best reason why I hired him is because he knows his place.”

  Sasha couldn’t help but smile and cock her head and ask, “Well, what’s the number one reason you hired him, sir?”

  Damian opened the limousine door and motioned for her to enter. “You’ll find out soon enough. Step inside.”

  Knowing it was too late to turn back and her curiosity was getting a good hold of her, Sasha stepped into the car. She expected to see luxurious seats, a television and wine but what she got was an entirely new level of strange and intriguing.

  All of the seats but one were gone. There were no wine glasses, no television screen or anything else fancy and cool. Instead, the whole floor was covered in upholstery and fine leather, as if it was designed for passengers to sit on the limousine’s floor and not in a chair.

  “Go on, keep going in,” Damian said and gave her ass a soft pat. Sasha didn’t look around much longer and got inside. She didn’t know where to sit but she knew the lone seat was not for her. She settled with kneeling on the car floor.

  Damian removed his shoes, got in, and locked the door. As soon he got in a black glass window began to pull up between the passenger area and the driver section. It was pure tinted glass and Sasha knew that Jason could not see anything going on inside.

  This conjured images in her head and she knew where this was going. It was a wicked idea and it brought a smile to her face. Of course Damian wouldn’t ask her out for a simple dinner date - he’d always have something kinky in mind.

  As the car began to move and total privacy was secured inside the limousine, Sasha looked up at Damian who was on the only seat available. He had unbuttoned his shirt and had completely removed his pants, letting his massive cock dangle in the open.

  “Wow,” Sasha exclaimed upon seeing what he had out. She swayed a little as the car took a left turn. She noticed they were driving into the downtown area but even then Damian sat there in confidence with his dick out.

  He could only smile at her reaction. He then pointed at her skirt and Sasha willingly took it off, showcasing the bottom half of her lingerie. The smile on his face told her she had chosen wisely and she was getting excited to show him the rest of her outfit.

  Fortunately he could not wait either and she smiled with joy when he pointed at her top, silently instructing her to remove it as well. She quickly did and now he had a full view of her body in the brand new outfit she purchased with Jane.

  “Delicious,” he told her. “You did not disappoint.”

  “Thank you sir,” she replied. “I was really looking forward to this and so I did my best, sir.”

  He raised an eyebrow, “You were waiting for my call, were you? Good. Now I know how far the effects of our first meeting have penetrated into your will. Now I know you are mine. Are you mine, Sasha?”

  Quickly she nodded, “Yes sir. To be honest, I did try to push it all out of my mind and I did try going out with others.”

  “How did they fare?” He asked. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad.”

  “You’ve gotten me addicted to this,” Sasha replied. “I’m addicted and yet I know I’ve barely even scratched the surface.”

  Damian could only smile and then he beckoned her to come closer. She crawled, fighting the sway of the vehicle as it moved on the road, and stopped with her face just inches away from his cock.

  “Tell me, do you want to go deeper down the rabbit hole?” He took his cock in hand and with the other he stroked her head, combing her hair with his fingers.

  Sasha nodded and said, “I do. I really do.”

  “I don’t want to promise you anything,” he told her. “I know every guy you’ve ever went out with promised you something. Maybe they promised you’d never have to go out and fuck strangers for an allowance, maybe others promised to fulfill your sexual needs and maybe others still promised to marry you. I’m not going to do that. All I can assure you is that if you obey and serve me right then you will be rewarded.”

  “I don’t need promises,” she replied. “Other than the thrill, the one other reason why I’m coming back to you is because you’re giving me something right now and not promises for something later. You live in the moment and that’s all I need.”

  Damian patted her head, “Come then, I will reward you for everything you have done so far. You’ve dressed right, you spent the money I gave wisely and you were honest to me. You didn’t try to hide that you did go out and experiment with other men before coming back to me.”

  Sasha smiled up at him and asked, “What’s my reward, sir?”

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded and Sasha obeyed.

  As soon as she did he grabbed her head and pulled her in closer so he could thrust his cock into her mouth. Sasha was prepared for it this time and she slobbered over his meat, suckling on it like a hungry animal. She licked and sucked vigorously, hoping she would please him to the point where he would give her what she wanted, the one desire that had been burning at the back of her mind since their last meeting.

  Sasha knew she was getting somewhere because after just a few minutes he was twitching. His hands were heavy on her head and he was shovi
ng his cock in even deeper and faster. She worried he was going to blow his load into her mouth and then call it a night.

  That was not what he was going for, fortunately.

  Right before he could spill his seed, Damian pushed her head and withdrew his cock from her mouth. She kept it open, anticipating him to cum, but he did not.

  “Turn around, stay on all fours,” he commanded.

  Sasha waited a moment as the car took another turn. As soon it was back on a straight highway she turned around.

  “Head down, ass up,” he commanded again. Sasha followed his instruction, raising her hips up as high as she could while also putting her head down to the leather-covered car floor. This was the exact type of reward she wanted the most.

  Almost instantly, as soon as she got into position, Damian grabbed her waist and directed his cock into her pussy. There was no moment of romance, no foreplay - he simply grabbed her and took her. She was already soaking wet out of pure anticipation and growing lust so when he penetrated there was little resistance save for the natural tightness of her womanhood.

  “Oh f-fuck!” she moaned out as soon as she felt his cock part the walls of her flesh. He slid his cock out just a little bit and then thrust forward again, this time going in a little deeper as it managed to break through the inner walls. Sasha’s eyes went wide and she gaped her mouth wide open as she felt the massive girth of his manhood pushing through and inside of her.

  “Do you like it?” he asked as he began to find his rhythm. “Do you want it?”

  Sasha heard the words but her mind was beginning to waver. She wanted to answer but was finding it too difficult to put her thoughts and words together. For a moment she thought he repeated his questions and all she could do was nod in response and moan, hoping the sound of her voice would let him know what she meant.

  Smack!

  He slapped her ass hard and then clearly repeated the question, “Answer or I’ll keep fucking you with the windows down so the whole world can see how fucking horny you are.”

  While he meant it as a threat Sasha oddly felt a sensation of lust from it. Maybe she wanted the world to see them fucking in the car.

  “Y-yes sir!”

  “Yes sir… what?”

  “Yes s-sir I like it,” she clarified in between her moans. “Yes sir I w-want it! Oh God, please f-fuck me m-more!”

  Smack!

  Damian pounded his cock into her pussy and plowed her like a dog taking over its bitch. He slapped her ass again and again as he was fucking her, his rhythm getting faster and faster. For a moment Sasha looked up and saw that all the tainted windows, even the one behind Jason, were still up, protecting their privacy. A second later and she once again lost her mind when Damian grabbed her hair and suddenly yanked, making her mouth gape open and her moan echoing inside the vehicle as he pounded into her.

  “Submit to me,” he told her. “I want to hear you say that you’re mine.”

  “I’m y-yours, master!” Sasha immediately said as her legs began to shake. “I’m all yours sir! Oh f-fuck I’m going to cum, please l-let me cum!”

  Damian slapped her ass again and began to pound in even faster and deeper. Sasha could only moan and scream. She didn’t even realize he had opened the windows and were passing into a very busy highway.

  All she knew was that he spilled his seed inside her and she exploded in an orgasm so fulfilling she had passed out.

  ***

  When Sasha awoke, she found herself back in her apartment. She was naked and her lingerie and dress were tossed to one side of her living room. After looking around she discovered her legs and pussy were covered in dry cum and there were even drops around her face, indicating they may have continued on fucking after reaching their peak.

  On the table she also found a collar. It was small, tight and made of black leather. On it was written the word “slave” and she smiled as she picked it up. Without thinking twice she put it on around her neck and reached for her phone on the couch. Damian had left her a message.

  As she replied, Sasha came to the realization she had found the one man she could be with for the rest of her life. There was no more need for dating sites, no more need to try and meet other men. Damian had owned her physically, mentally and emotionally. He fulfilled her in ways no other man could.

  She sent her reply and called Jane to tell her the good news.

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Camilla Queen pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger as she inhaled deeply through her mouth.

  She began to cough profusely when the pungent smell of the sewers invaded her senses.

  “Sometimes, I wonder why I even wanted to be a journalist,” she muttered under her breath as her face contorted in disgust.

  Camilla Queen wanted to be a journalist for as long as she could remember. Ever since she was little, she’d ride her bike around the neighborhood with her little pen and notebook, jotting down information when she could, and searching for clues when people weren’t forthcoming with their answers.

  As she had gotten older, the little girl with blue eyes and blonde hair had still retained her sense of curiosity. She was the youngest person on the team because she had just graduated from college.

  She was also a bit on the heavy side. Not that she minded. After all, nothing could comfort her quite like food could, and nothing tasted as good either. Except maybe men.

  She stopped her train of thought before it went too deep into the gutter. When she told her boss to give her a chance on something hard hitting, she had expected something interesting, and maybe even slightly dangerous.

  Investigating whether or not someone was polluting the city sewers by dumping toxic waste into them was the last thing she had on her mind. The only thing dangerous here was how close she was to hurling her lunch.

  She crouched over something and poked it with her leg. She grimaced as she noticed that it was a dead animal. She made a face as her lunch tried to make its way back up her throat.

  She shined her flashlight on the whole place, and finally decided that there was nothing else to see. There was nothing else to report here in any case.

  She made her way out of the sewers and sucked in huge gulps of air as the cold night breeze filled her lungs. She took a whiff of herself and decided that she would need a shower before she met up with her friend Katherine.

  She held her arms away from her body as she speed-walked to her car, eager to get home and wash the stink off of her.

  She grabbed a plastic bag out of the trunk of her car, carefully placed it over the chair and then gingerly sat on it, careful not to touch anything else lest her entire car be left smelling like that.

  She revved the car and backed out of her parking spot and onto the highway to head home.

  ***

  Camilla wiped the steam from the mirror with the edge of her bathrobe. She smiled as she inhaled the smell of soap and body wash.

  She twisted her hair up into a bun before turning on the faucet and waiting for the water to heat up. She lathered her face with soap before splashing water on it, relishing the feeling of the droplets sliding down her face and onto the tile floors.

  She picked up her toothpaste, squirted some onto her toothbrush and began to brush her teeth.

  A loud banging on the door made her pause and stare. She tried to speak around a mouthful of toothpaste, but it came out sounding garbled.

  She spat some of the toothpaste into the sink, and yelled out. “What?”

  “Are you almost done in there?” her friend Katherine’s voice came from behind the door.

  “Kat, I literally just stepped into the shower fifteen minutes ago.”

  “It took you fifteen minutes to wash off the gunk?” Katherine’s voice sounded dubious, at best, and Camilla chuckled un
der her breath as she realized that had it been Katherine, they never would’ve left the house tonight because she would’ve been in here all night, seeing imaginary germs everywhere.

  “Are you sure you did it right?” Katherine’s asked.

  “Well, unless you want to come in and see for yourself, you’re going to have to take my word for it,” Camilla responded as she bent over the sink once more.

  Camilla shrieked as the door flew open, and Katherine stood there, her massive brown curls tumbling down her head, her hands placed on her hips as she surveyed the bathroom.

  Her petite form came into the room and sniffed. She wrinkled her nose as one foot took a step forward, and the other hovered just outside the bathroom.

  “Kat, what are you doing?” Camilla placed her hand on her heart to calm her erratic breathing.

  “You told me to come in and see for myself,” Katherine pointed out as she paused as if deciding something. Finally, she put both feet forward and came into the bathroom.

  One eyebrow went up. “I didn’t mean that literally.”

  “Well, if you don’t mean it literally, then don’t say it. You know I’d take you seriously, and I never back down from a challenge.”

  Camilla rolled her eyes. “I know that only too well.”

  Katherine’s green eyes turned to face her. “Aw, come on. I said I was sorry. How was I supposed to know the guy couldn’t take a joke?”

  Camilla gave her a wry grin. “Well, when you walk up to a guy and declare that Disney princesses are real, and would he like to meet one, how do you expect him to behave?”

  “I expect him to know that it’s a joke, then he’d laugh and play along, or think it’s a dirty reference and still play along,” Katherine pointed out as she hovered near the edge of the bathtub and peaked in.

  “Well, clearly, this guy wasn’t in a mood to joke, and besides I was kidding. I didn’t know you’d actually go through with the dare.”