by Lucy Lixx
“Good. I’m going to make sure that you forget about every man that touched you today, Alice. You’re mine, and I won’t ever let you forget that.” I said, and my cock was pressed to the entrance of her pussy. It was no surprise to find out that she was dripping already.
I pulled on the chain almost hard enough to pull off the clamps as I pushed into her all the way in a single thrust. She struggled to stretch around me at the quick entry, and she bucked her hips, as if unsure if she wanted to get away or push back against me, begging for more. I was thrusting in and out fast and hard, pulling out so that only the tip was still inside of her with each thrust. Her muscles clamped onto me, as if trying to keep me from pulling out entirely, and I knew that I wouldn’t last long. We didn’t have long, but I didn’t want to think about that right now.
Leaning over her, I pulled her up, starting to grope her entire breast as I continued to pound into her, slowing down only when I thought that she was about to come. Everything about Alice was mine from her orgasms to her very life. I owned her, and I wanted to drive that point home with each thrust, teasing or otherwise. I released her breast, going to her throat. I had denied her release at least three times already, and I pulled out. My fingers pressed on her throat, causing a small gasp, but I didn’t squeeze. Not yet.
“Do you want to come?” I asked, using my other hand to spread her ass
cheeks as I pulled out, leaving only the tip of my cock inside of her pussy. She clenched, and I could feel it. I wanted to thrust back inside of her, hard and deep, but I waited for her to answer.
“Yes, Master.” She said breathlessly, almost panting by now. I smiled.
“Are you sure about that, my little slave?” I taunted, but she only tried to nod, forgetting that my hand was there. I tightened for only a moment before releasing again.
“Yes, Master.” She repeated, getting the hint that I wasn’t going to accept anything less than a verbal response from her.
“Good.” I said in a hushed tone, squeezing her throat and giving her no time to react as I lined my now slick cock up with her tiny asshole, pressing in.
When her tight back passage squeezed the tip of my cock after it popped in, I squeezed a little tighter. She struggled for a moment, obviously wishing to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as I forced every inch of my throbbing cock deep inside of her. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and just as I thought she was going to pass out, I allowed her to catch her breath before squeezing her throat again. She tightened around my cock, clenching and unclenching.
I could tell she was enjoying herself. Alice had never come from just anal, but with each deep, hard thrust I could tell that she was getting closer and closer. That’s when her tight ass clamped down tightly around my cock as I continued to thrust in and out of her, finding my own release deep in her ass before finally releasing her throat. Letting go, my hand went back to her hip, and she lay there, gulping in air but unable to move. I finally untied her hands, but I waited to remove the chain until I caught my breath.
Alice seemed exhausted, and my mind was made up. There was no reason for her to see the auction block. She’d never be on it. I couldn’t even bring myself to threaten her with it, so I didn’t try. I wasn’t going to risk her seeing through me and wanting a stronger Master or even trying to take advantage of my weaknesses. I had made the contacts I needed to hear, and I had a feeling that the show wouldn’t be something we wanted to witness.
“We’re going home.” I said softly, and Alice seemed to relax even more.
Finding Comfort in the Devil’s Arms
My ass was sore. I had never had Master fuck me so hard before, and I clenched just thinking about it. I shouldn’t do that. I reminded myself. It’d only make the soreness linger, but with how much I did it despite that knowledge I wonder if a small part of me wanted the feeling to linger. I seemed to be liking the way he used me so roughly. As if in those moments nothing else mattered to him but his pleasure, and that gave me some dark thrill.
Any shame I felt from that thrill, I did well at suppressing. The moment that Damon had told me we were going home, two strong emotions had washed over me. Surprise and relief. I knew it was his home, but for the first time since he had abducted me, I felt like it was mine as well. He had put the posture collar back on me, leading me out, but the long moment we were alone again he took it off. We were staying in a hotel room since it would be too long of a drive back, and he didn’t want to hop on a flight. I looked around.
It was a nicer hotel than I had ever been in, but then again, like most people of my age group, I had only ever really been in a motel. Hotels were out of my price range. Hotels like this were a suite, and they belonged to a life I never thought I would ever possess. Master looked at me with two fingers under my chin as he tilted my face up so that I was forced to meet his gaze. I thought he was going to lecture me about one thing or another, reminding me of what I did wrong or telling me what I did right. He did neither of those things. His lips were on mine. The kiss was full of need and desire.
“God. The things you do to me, woman. It’s more than you know. I couldn’t bear to see them touch you.” he said, getting undressed as he broke the kiss away. I found it odd that he had not forced his tongue into my mouth, and yet I was thankful. My jaw was sore after wearing the ring gag all day.
“Master…” I said. It slipped out before I could take it back. I didn’t’ want to tell him what was on my mind, so when he looked at me, I shook my head without thinking. He pulled me close to him, undressing me.
“Tell me, Alice.” He said, but I shook my head again. his jaw tightened, and he gripped my shoulders, holding me at arm’s length with his nails digging in. the slight pain made me wet when coupled with that hungry, dominating look in his eyes.
“That wasn’t a request.” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and by now it should be.
“Master…” I said again, and he waited, loosening his grip. Damon didn’t push. He must have been able to tell that I was trying hard to formulate the words and how to say them. He sighed, turning off the light. I knew from my time with him that this was all an act, trying to make me more comfortable to talk freely to him because I wouldn’t have to see him. I thought that I would be sleeping in a separate bed, but to my surprise Damon pulled me in bed with him, covering us both up with the covers as he kissed my neck. He pulled me to him as if we were lovers spooning innocently, and the trick worked its magic. I was finally able to say the thing I never thought I’d be able to tell him with him listening so intently to my every word.
“I love you, Master. I love you.” I said, rushing it out in a hushed whisper.
“Is that all you were having trouble saying, Alice?” He asked, as if what I said meant nothing. My heart was pounding, and my body was noticeably shaking as he pressed his hardening cock to my ass.
“You’re my slave, but I love you too, as much as I can.” He said, whispering it against the thin skin of my neck before his teeth sunk in, making me cry out. I could tell that he was about to roll me over and press himself into me, and I wanted it.
“Please…” I whispered unsure if he heard me since he let out a low growl of his own, making his needs clear.
Just as I thought, Master rolled me over, but then the unexpected happened. His phone began to ring, and Damon tensed behind me. I couldn’t understand why he had that reaction, but then I realized that his phone had never rung before. Most people didn’t get through I assumed, but it was never something I questioned. Damon moved quickly, and before I could comprehend what happened, he had answered and was out of the bed, slipping into the living space. My heart thudded in my chest as I waited for him to come back. The minutes dragged by, and so I didn’t know how long I stayed there, clutching the covers to me and trying to calm my own nerves about the situation at hand. When he did come back, he had switched the light on, and his jaw was tight.
“What, Master?” I
asked almost desperately. I worried that all that anger I saw in his eyes would be directed at me, but he shook his head for a moment. He didn’t seem to want to let himself release it at me. I was thankful.
“We are going back tomorrow.” He said tightly, and I wanted to ask question.
Back? I thought. You said we were going home. I wanted to shout. He had just told me he loved me as much as he could, and now Damon was dragging me back. It was hard to remind myself that I was his slave, and he would do as he wanted. It was hard to sleep that night. Even when he once again held me close to his chest as if we were lovers instead of a master and his property. Nothing else was said that night, and it took quite a while for me to get to sleep.
~ Sneak Peek Into Book 3: The Agreement ~
A Damon & Alice Novel
I didn’t want to let her go, and I couldn’t imagine anything that would make me take her back. That was before the phone call. The man who had trained me, Raphael, had called. The only man that would get through to my phone when it was off. He always had a way of turning it on. I never tried to stop him. Not even if I could. I wouldn’t. I owed the man too much. That ring tone was even unique to him. I had put down every measure to make sure that I wouldn’t ever miss a call from that man.
He was my best friend. He was my teacher, and yet if I ever made him angry, I knew that he could be my worst nightmare. I had left the room because I didn’t want to startle Alice. It had been a half hour before I could go back in, and yet she was still as I had left her. She still clutched the sheet to her, and despite her beauty in that moment, I had no desire to finish what I started. I looked at her now, laying in the bed in a peaceful sleep, and still, I knew that it would have to wait. I needed to call him and hammer out the details.
I told her we were going back, and now I realized she probably assumed that I meant the Exhibition, but it was worse than that. Raphael had invited me to his home, and he had told me to bring my new slave with me. He had heard of Alice, and I couldn’t tell if that was good or bad. I hadn’t been in his home since he trained me, and I shivered. I had more than one reminder of how cruel the man could be, and I had my life to remember how kind he could be as well. There was no saying no.
Alice seemed so peaceful laying there. Her breathing was even, and her eyes stayed closed. She barely moved in her sleep. I didn’t know how I would tell her. I’m not even sure if I planned to. All I could think was that if I knew two things, it was these: There was no getting out of this, and there was no way that I’d leave without Alice. She had told me she loved me, and it had almost broken any resolve I had for going through with this, but I had to.
“We’re going to be fine.” I said softly, but I was trying to convince a sleeping Alice or myself.
THE END
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Stripped By Daddy
Chapter 1
I’ve always wanted to be like my mom. Don’t judge me, but I was almost turning 19 then, and she was the most beautiful woman I knew. My mom, Monica was 48 years old, but I wouldn’t give her a day over 30. Because of her bombshell looks, she always managed to date younger guys and even married one, not that long ago. I really, really liked my new daddy. Travis was 39, tall, dark and unbelievably handsome, and had arms to die for. His eyes were big and deep and just by looking at me, he could make me squirm.
From our friends’ point of view, I was a younger version of my mom, although I had failed to see that. Long hair, perfect natural breasts, tiny waist, round ample ass and olive skin, my mom was truly a goddess of a woman. Everywhere we went, people would turn to look at her. And being an ex-model, it all seemed so natural to her: she simply seemed oblivious and unaware of how she looked, although secretly I knew she was enjoying every bit of the attention.
My story started two years into their marriage, right as I was finally growing into my body and developing. At first, I was insecure about my height, my tits and my ass, but after I realized the looks I got, I kind of just went with it.
It wasn’t just any type of look that I indulged, it was specifically his: Travis’s. During this time, I noticed him staring at me, looks I didn’t think much of, until he started talking about it. While mom wasn’t there, of course.
“You look so much like your mom…only better.” – He’d whisper, grabbing my palm on the dining room table or “You’re becoming a grown woman Katie, men will soon run after you but I won’t let them.”
At first, his comments seemed inappropriate to me, however after dozen of play dates with my mom’s friends, who by the way, all commented on how I look exactly like her, and more importantly, joked with Daddy on how he is a lucky man to live with two playboy centerfold look-alikes, I simply grew into it. Well, not just that. I relished it. I learned to love it. Who am I kidding? I loved it!
This all happened in the summer before I finished High School and during this period, mom was away for work. A lot.
Since I was my mom’s 'mini me', I not only idolized her but I wanted to be like her. Daddy’s comments and looks made me feel grown up and wanted. On top of that, everything he did was a confirmation that I was as good as her. That was the only approval I needed for as long as I knew I was just like my mom, I felt powerful. That was, after all, my biggest dream.
Chapter 2
I was nearing my 19th birthday and my mom had promised to take me and my three girlfriends to Vegas! Oh the excitement! Vegas was all we talked about, for hours and days, we simply couldn’t wait to go!
At this time, mom was absent a lot. She was working in high-end real estate and her job meant everything to her. Travis and I were alone a lot and I started noticing him doing not so innocent things. At first, I was sure it was just my imagination, but later it proved to be much, much more. And, I loved every second of it.
Whenever we were alone in the house, I’d catch him staring at my pouty lips. He’d start talking and instead of looking into my eyes, he’d simply look at my lips. On top of it, while talking, he’d lick his own bottom lip. As much as all this made me uncomfortable at first, later on I not only learned to enjoy it but I also sought his attention. I’d wait to see my mom leave then I’d intentionally walk into whatever room daddy was in.
“Katie, looking gorgeous today.” – He’d whisper, while watching me enter the room. I’d keep quiet and I’d simply walk up to him, usually leaning on the chair he was sitting in. I’d stand there staring at him staring at my lips, licking his and often touching my arm. He’d simply glide his hand over my arm, up and down, while looking at my lips and whispering: “You are so beautiful.”
Then, one day after my mom left, I went down and walked in the kitchen. Daddy was sitting at the kitchen counter, facing the entrance. He knew I’d show up. As I did, he smiled and tilted his head to the right, eyeing my every move. I walked up to the counter, put my hands on it and sort of leaned in, lifting my butt up. I saw him stare: from my lips, to my ass and I saw him grab his dick, sort of readjusting it while clearing his throat. Once he removed his hand, I saw the imprint on his pants: I knew he got hard just by looking at me. And, it made me very happy. I was pleased I was able to have an effect like that on Daddy since to me it meant I was as good as my mommy. Since that day, I took every chance I got to provoke him and watch him suffer while I literally walked around him in all sorts of skimpy outfits. He’d simply lean in and watch.
“You’re driving me crazy, sweetlips. That’s
your nickname from now on.” – Daddy whispered to me one day, while completely leaning in on me. I felt his body weight and it aroused me, made me wet and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. When I tried to reach out and grab his hand, he left the room: “Not yet, sweetlips.”
After that day, Daddy called me “sweetlips” every chance he got, of course while my mom was away. She never knew the games I played with Daddy. She never knew the effect I had on him.
Chapter 3
Those were all innocent games compared to what followed. I was always under the impression that as much as I knew Daddy wanted me, he’d never actually do something about it. He had this shy approach to our games and I always thought I was the aggressive one. As time went by, this proved to be completely wrong.
Daddy called me “sweetlips” every chance he got while mom was away. The moment I would walk in the room, he’d start: “Hey sweetlips, you’re so hot today.”
