Best of 2017

by Alexa Riley

  "I bought you something special," I tell her, and her face lights up.

  Underneath it all, Cara's still just a little girl that gets excited about pretty shiny things. It makes me chuckle as I pull a velvet box from my pocket.

  "What is it?" she asks excitedly, and I motion for her to open the box.

  Her hands shake as she reaches forward, slowly moving the lid of the box up. I look into her eyes as she stares into the jewelry laid out on a white silk surface.

  "Sir," she gasps.

  "Would you like me to put it on?" I ask her, and she nods excitedly.

  I take the body chain out of the box and place it back in my pocket. I walk behind her and kiss Cara's neck softly. She melts under my lips.

  "You'll have to take your shirt off for this, sweetheart," I mutter against her skin.

  Her hands shake as she undoes the buttons of her blouse, right there, in front of fucking everyone. I'm so damn proud of her. She hasn't questioned me once.

  I let my hands wander down her creamy skin, across her nipples and down her tummy. She arches her back against my chest and pulls off the blouse. I slip the body chain around her, thumbing the pretty Murano glass beads. It was the real reason I took her to see Massimo that day - I wanted him to make something perfect for Cara, just for tonight.

  The glass is cool and sexy as hell against my little girl. The body chain closes around a collar for her neck and she looks up at me with adoring eyes as I lock it in place.

  "Such a pretty slut," I tell her softly, caressing her pretty face. "Now get on your knees, sweetheart."

  Her eyes dart to the people crowding the entrance, all of them in expensive clothes and heels, a sharp contrast to her little outfit. Then, she bends down until she's on her knees, her eyes always on mine. If I'm not fucking careful, I'm going to cum in my damn pants.

  I lean down and pull a little chain from my pocket, carefully attaching it to her collar. She licks at my fingers when I brush them against her lips.

  I pull on the leash tightly and she crawls up to my leg, rubbing against my pants as I walk her inside the house. A bouncer opens the front door for us and then we're in.

  It's dark inside, with only a few spotlights here and there. There are people milling about and they all stop when they see me.

  Cara shrinks back behind my legs and I pet her, gently touching her pretty hair. We walk inside, me comfortably and confidently, and Cara crawling like the sexy little pet she is.

  I don't stop until we've reached out destination. When we get there, I help Cara climb on the armchair I've prepared for her. She pulls her knees up to her chest and gives me a scared little look that sends chills down my spine as people gather around us.

  "She's exquisite," someone commends me, and Cara blushes at the words.

  "It was well-worth the wait," a woman's voice, this time.

  "I can't wait to see her come alive."

  "She'll look pretty in tears."

  I reach for Cara, running my thumb across her lips. She's high on the adrenaline, and she looks into my eyes when she licks the tip of my finger.

  "Cara mia," I tell her simply. "Remember when I told you I was going to have an exhibition for my art?"

  She nods slowly, sucking on my finger, licking it in a way that makes me want to be inside her already.

  "Well, you're in it. I'm going to paint you here today," I explain. "The last portrait in your series. Innocence. Yearning. Submission. And today, Domination."

  Her eyes are fiery and I don't really know whether she's angry or excited. Probably a little bit of both.

  "Will you be a good girl for me and show my friends your pretty pussy?" I ask her, and her cheeks turn bright red.

  No one's allowed to touch her.

  All these people are friends, people I've known for a long time. I'm not going to let anyone hurt her. But this is the final step - little Cara Newton becoming so submissive she lets me have her in front of anyone.

  She parts her legs slowly as I kneel down in front of her, arranging her cute skirt.

  "Wider," I whisper against her thigh, and she obliges. "Wider. More, baby, more."

  I don't let her stop until her legs are on either arm of the chair, her pussy exposed. She's breathing heavily, her eyes glazed over.

  "You're gonna follow my directions now," I tell her, leaving a kiss on the inside of her thigh and making her shiver. "So be a good girl for me and put your hands on your neck.”

  I take my paints and set up in front of the canvas so I can get started. There's a crowd around us, people Cara will never see again. People she can bare herself to, because that's what she was made to do.

  I start to paint.

  I DON'T KNOW how many hours passes. Like every other time I've painted, the time slips away from me and I get lost in my canvas, my paints, my muse.

  There's something special going on with Cara, too. She's living for this, breathing for the adrenaline rush of being sprawled naked like this for all these people. She's never looked beautiful, and it's as if there's a glow coming from within her, coloring her in beauty like I've never seen before.

  Her eyes are fixed on me, boring into my gaze and demanding I return the look. I barely have time to look at my canvas, I'm so fucking mesmerized by her. All I want is to stare at her, but I know I have to capture this beauty, this last shred of innocence she has, on canvas forever.

  I paint her the way she's going to look in a few minutes when I'm finished. With my hand in her mouth, hooking my thumb between her lips and making her suck it. A look of complete submission on her face.

  I can't wait to make her mine completely.

  It looks like she's completely forgotten about all the people around us. She's looking at me only, and her sweet pink pussy is glistening with wetness. She's turned on, she likes this. It makes me unbearably horny, and I finish my painting in a rush.

  The crowd parts when I move towards here, people milling about and making way for me to come to the armchair. I kneel in front of her, Cara's pussy laid out for me like an exquisite fucking dinner. I lick at the inside of her thigh, and in that moment, we're alone in the room. Just me and her, about to come together in the most carnal way possible. From this day on, she's mine, completely and utterly.

  "You did so well, cara mia," I tell her softly, pulling on the leash she's still wearing.

  It makes her arch her back from the chair and push her hips against my chin. I can fucking smell her, her heat and unbearable sweetness making my mouth fucking water.

  "Do I get a reward?" she asks, earning a tight tug on the leash around her neck. It makes her giggle, and it makes my cock swell impossibly in my trousers in return.

  "Be careful, little girl," I tell her. "Or you might get what you're wishing for."

  "Please," she mewls, right away turning into the submissive little slut I know her to be. "Give me what I deserve, Sir. You know you want to."

  I growl and then my mouth is on her. She gasps as I suck her clit between my lips, biting down gently on her sweetness and letting her amazing peachy taste wash over my mouth. She rocks her hips in my arms and I fucking eat her out because I can't stand not having her in my mouth anymore. I need to taste her on my tongue, I need to feel her dripping into my mouth. I'm going to lose it otherwise.

  "Sir," she gasps, over and over again. "Oh my fucking god, please, I want to cum."

  I can barely hear the people behind us, watching us and murmuring to one another. I briefly wonder how many guys are dealing with the same tightness in their pants as I am. How many of them wish they were in my place, men and women alike.

  "Cum then, baby," I tell her softly. "Cum on my tongue, let me taste that sweet little pussy."

  Her eyes flutter closed and her hand moves between those whore legs. I smack it away when she tries to touch herself. She's so damn desperate to get off now, she'd do pretty much everything just to cum. Exactly how I want her.

  Her body's twitching, her pussy pulsating against m
y mouth. Her hands go to her tits instead and she tries desperately to suck on her own nipple, but she can't reach it. She's a fucking sight, and I can't keep my eyes off her as I fill my mouth with that delicious cunt.

  "Good fucking girl," I praise her as she starts to raise her hips from the armchair she's sitting in. "Now cum for me."

  She only needed to hear those four words.

  She comes apart loudly, moaning and screaming her release as she collapses in my arms, grinding her pretty cunt all over my face. I realize the orgasm isn't stopping, and push three fingers so deep inside her pussy she cries out.

  I fuck her relentlessly, never giving her a chance to take a breath. Her slutty leather skirt is riding high on her waist, exposing her soaked pussy to everyone in the room. I curl my fingers inside her and she screams.

  And then she fucking squirts.

  I keep my fingers curled up inside her cunt and drink from her, the sweetness leaking from her little pussy to fucking sweet for me to pass up. I lap at her, bite her clit, I make sure she's licked fucking clean when she's done. But she can't stop cumming, can't stop thrusting her hips into my face and begging in a small, broken voice, for me to fuck her.

  I step away, feeling dozens of eyes on me as I walk behind Cara. Once again, I put a finger in her mouth and pull out a flogger I've chosen for the occasion.

  She's never tasted pain before. I did spank her, it left her ass marked for a few days, but it was nothing compared to all the other things I wanted to do to her. Now, I let the leather tassels of the flogger glide along her tits, making her cum again and again.

  "Sweet little girl," I tell her. "You're so fucking perfect, you know that?"

  "Yes, Sir," she gasps. "Yes... Perfect for you. Keep going. My pussy, please."

  I let the flogger wander lower, gently slapping her cunt with the tassels and letting her feel their sting - pleasant for now.

  "Who owns you?" I ask her softly, caressing her mouth.

  She opens her eyes, and if I wasn't a gone man before, I sure as fucking hell am now. She's got the sweetest, most submissive look on her face. As sweet as her dirty little cunt.

  "You do," she promises me in a whisper. "I'm yours."

  I hit her now, the flogger making her hiss as it connects with one nipple after the other.

  "Who owns this body?" I ask her.

  "You do," she moans. "It's all yours, Sir."

  I circle the flogger along her cunt. "You want me to fuck you, princess?"

  "Yes," she gets out. "Yes, fucking please."

  "Cum," I order her, and she does as I slap her clit with the flogger.

  She looks so fucking stunning when she comes apart it messes with my plans. I let the flogger fall to the ground and for the first time, I remember we're not alone.

  I look up at everyone staring at us. Those horny faces, the men hoping for a turn, the women wishing they could join. And I scream at the top of my voice.

  "Fucking get out of here."

  In the silence that follows, I know my exhibitions are over. I've made her submit. I've broken her. But now she's all fucking mine.

  I rip my clothes off as Cara convulses in her orgasm on the chair and Filippe starts leading people outside with an apologetic smile. I ignore the glances being thrown over shoulders, the loud protests as people are rushed and ushered out of the fucking house.

  I'm too fucking hard to even think about us being alone. I lift her off the seat and sit down myself, placing Cara on my lap.

  "Ride," I order her in a rough, hoarse voice. "Fucking ride me, sweetheart."

  She lets out a sweet, needy moan as she sinks that pretty cunt on my cock. She starts moving her hips and it feels like magic sparking between us. She's got my cock so deep I can feel a wall on every side of me, her pussy devouring me as she rides, her thick juice spilling down my groin.

  I've never seen her like this. So out of control, so beautiful, so fucking vulnerable at the same time. She rides like she was made to do this, even though she's so fucking clumsy it's cute as she tries to get my dick deeper inside her.

  "You're fucking perfect, princess," I tell her roughly. "Fucking perfect."

  She nuzzles her mouth against my neck just as I hear the front doors of the house closing. We're alone now. She's passed my test and she's my perfect little toy now, always mine.

  My fingers tighten along her leash and I tug on it every few seconds, making her gasp desperately every time. She's so damn perfect I just want to spill everything I have inside of her, but I keep holding myself back. I can't let go yet, need to watch her ride me for a while longer, because this is a memory I'll remember forever.

  "Mason," she whispers, and my skin prickles with goosebumps.

  I don't correct her, not this time. We're alone now, but even then, I might've scolded her for not saying Sir. Not today though, not right now. My real name feels fucking perfect on her slutty lips.

  "Mason, please," she begs now. "Cum inside me. I need you filling me up or I'm going to lose it, please, Sir, please..."

  I grab her hips and start fucking her harder than ever, making her gasp so loudly it sounds like she's screaming.

  "Good fucking girl," I growl in her ear. "Such a good girl for me, keep going, let me fill that pretty pussy up, let me come undone in that cunt, sweetheart."

  "Please, Mason," she's breaking down, I can feel it.

  I tug on her leash again, really fucking gently this time because she makes me want to be careful with her. She seems so fucking vulnerable sometimes, I'm worried I'm just going to break her.

  And then she comes apart, starting to cry the moment she cums, sobbing and gasping for air as my cock swells impossibly, pulsing inside her tightness.

  "Fucking please," she keeps saying. "Please, Mason, more, don't stop, I'm gonna pass out."

  My arms wrap around her, I'm fucking worried but I can barely stop myself now. She moves her lips to mine fervently, barely able to suck a kiss from my mouth.

  "Don't stop," she whispers. "Don't stop fucking me if I pass out, Mason."

  "Jesus," I groan against her mouth, feeling myself starting to spill inside her little hole, long ropes of cum shooting from the tip of my cock and painting her pussy from the inside. "Jesus Cara, are you okay?"

  She yelps when I cum inside her, and for the last time, whispers a 'please' against my lips, and then she goes fucking limp in my arms.

  I feel her heartbeat, I know she's fucking fine, but my conscience won't let me keep pounding inside her. But my cock has a different idea and as hard as I try to make myself stop, I can't anymore.

  I finish inside her, so damn needy I hold her up with one hand and jack my cock off inside her cunt with the other. She comes to with a little mewl, desperately trying to kiss me as I shower her in my cum.

  I can barely move by the time I'm done, her used cunt dripping on my groin with every breath we take together, my cock still rock hard inside her.

  "Your cunt is mine," I whisper against her mouth. "You're fucking mine, Cara."

  "Yes," she promises me, sliding down my cock one last time and milking the last few drops with her impossibly tight, swollen pussy. "All yours."

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CARA

  1 MONTH AGO

  It’s been a week since the exhibition and Mason’s fucked me every day since. He’s made me cum more times than I can count, and it seems like the man always has something new in store for me, making me cum in so many ways I never imagined existed.

  It’s one of the last steamy hot summer days, and we’re lying by the pool.

  His hands are trailing over my body, gently soothing the welts he put into my skin the night before. I stretch out for him like a kitty cat, my naked body glistening from the heat of the day.

  "Cara," Mason mutters against my ear, and I arch my back, mewling softly because I want to get closer to him, but his firm grip on my hips won't let me budge an inch. "I want to try something very special with you today."

  M
y eyes fly open and I look into his handsome face. His features are shadowed and the sun beats into my eyes over his shoulders. He's like a god, my own Hades, and I want to be his Persephone even if it means I'll be dragged to the depths of hell for him. "What is it?" I ask softly, a little bit worried even though I already know I'm going to agree to whatever is on his mind. Maybe that's why I'm scared.

  "Do you trust me?" he asks me, and I let my body go soft and willing in his arms as he waits for his answer. I think about the question for a little while, letting it simmer in my mind. Do I trust him?

  I would let him hurt me, and I have. I know he knows what my limits are better than I do.

  I would let him fuck me mercilessly, until I pass the fuck out, and I've done that too.

  I would let him love me, and treasure me, and punish me as he saw fit, and I've done that the most.

  "Yes," I reply simply, and there is not a doubt in my mind that what I'm saying is the truth.

  "Good," he says, his fingers trailing over my collarbone, down the sensitive skin of my stomach and over my tits, making my nipples pebble and my lips part in a desperate gasp for more. "That's good, cara mia. We need that for what we're about to do."

  Suddenly, he grips my neck hard and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I let out a surprised gasp, but apart from that, I let him do whatever he wants with me. My body goes slack in his arms and makes me feel like a puppet. I'd gladly place my strings in his hands. I trust this man with my life.

  I had been lying on the warm tiles by the pool, but he puts me on my knees and I obediently cross my hands at the wrists behind my back. His hand doesn't leave the back of my neck and I open my mouth needily, sticking my tongue out. I want a taste of him, need a shot of Mason down my throat. But he doesn't do what I expect him to, doesn't fill my mouth with a hot load of his cum. Instead, he forces my head down and makes me look at my reflection in the pool.