by Lucy Lixx
“How are you coming to terms with that?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious as I ate the lunch he had brought me. It was a sandwich with chips and a glass of soda. My favorite soda to be precise. I hated when he treated me nice. The lines were blurring too much. Good and bad. I hated thinking he was kind. I didn’t answer. He chuckled. I didn’t need to answer.
“Do you know the only thing I haven’t done to you that you’ll need to get used to, Alice?” He said, teasing me with my name again, making me tune into him. I knew what he was talking about. The dream played in my head again.
I could feel him against me, driving into me deeper than any man had ever reached. He was better than his fingers had ever been. He was thick and hard, and he reached around to pinch my nipple with one hand, making me arch back against him, pushing him deeper. I came, hard and violently in a release like I could never get on my own. It was only something he could force out of me, forcing me to endure pleasure I’d never find in the soft, gentlemen I had before him.
“No.” I said softly.
“Treated you like a woman.” He said, “I’ve shown you pain. I’ve shown you pleasure.” He said, taking a sip of his scotch as he watched me eat. There was no need for the chain anymore. I knew better than to run. He had informed me quite coolly before that we were quite a ways away from anything, and not even in the same state as we were before. I wanted to believe he had been lying, but his voice told me differently. I knew what he was getting at, but I didn’t want to think about.
“I hadn’t fucked you yet.” He said, spitting it out, and there it was between me and my captor. I looked at him, biting my lip and my breathing hitched. I was getting wet, and I couldn’t hide it. I was sure that he knew. He knew me better now than I had ever known myself, and I hated it. It also thrilled me.
“Do you want me too?” He asked, and his voice was softer than it had ever been before. His eyes were cool. They were still intense when I looked up. I couldn’t answer, and that all too familiar smirk curled over his lips.
“Think about it, Alice. You know what you are now. What you’ve become. Do you want me to fuck you or do you only want the pain this life can offer? Will you take the pleasures it has for you as well?” He said, and he got up.
I was sure that he was going to get up and bend me over. Just like in my dream, but he left. I heard the familiar click, telling me I was locked in, and I sat there. For the first time, I was stunned. My mouth was dry, my breathing was heavy, and I was left with the most traitorous word on my lips. Yes. I both wanted it and hated myself for wanting it. There was no way I could deny how much I was aching for it. I couldn’t even curse the thought anymore. The air seemed thicker now. Things were about to heat up in this frigid room. If only I could say ‘yes’. I don’t think I can say no. I thought, and it terrified and excited me.
Damon: Taking an Angel
I knew that it was unlike me to actually sample a woman I was planning on selling, but that was exactly what had been nagging at me. I wasn’t sure if I really did plan to sell her. Not really, at least. I was going to display her as a trophy at the exhibition. She was a prize figure eight, in target range with all of the physical attributes that many people required in the field. She would be the perfect trophy to show, and it was obvious that I she had once had a little fire in her as well.
Alice was perfect, and if I sold her, I knew that I’d be getting a high price. Certainly, she’d be a small fortune if auctioned correctly. I mused, and yet the idea of selling her didn’t appeal to me as it would with most. Leaving her in her own thoughts for two days had been easier said than done. I wanted her. My body ached for her.
I ached for her now. My cock strained at my pants, begging for me to wrap my fingers in her hair and force her pouty lips to the head before feeling her tongue slide down my length as I forced her to swallow every last inch. I groaned, trying to chase the thoughts away. I didn’t want to see Alice just yet. The dinner I had made would take another thirty minutes, and it was the longest thirty minutes I experienced in quite some time.
Alice jumped when I walked in the room. For the past two days, I had been sliding food in and locking the door. I didn’t even enter the room, but now she looked at me, waiting to see if I’d either chain her back to the bed or if perhaps I’d walk her to the shower. She gave me an odd look when I sat the lasagna down, smiling at her. There were two plates, as if we were having dinner together on a date.
“Eat. You must be hungry. I made this myself.” I said, as she approached with an odd look. It was as if she didn’t trust what I had to offer. I couldn’t help but to throw my head back, chuckling.
“You think that if I wanted to poison you, I wouldn’t do it already?” I said, moving the table so that she could use the bed as a chair, and I sat across from her.
I watched as Alice picked up her fork and started to eat. It was as if something overtook her. She enjoyed every bite, and it was written on her face. As the time stretched between us, I could tell that she became less enraptured with her food, and she started to stare at me more and more with a puzzled expression. There was something bothering her, and I could tell that Alice’s heart was hammering by the way that her breathing became a little less natural. I smiled at her, and I made sure to infuse it with just the right amount of lust and arrogance. It was a look that I had perfected over time, and even with Alice upset with me, scared of me, and full of sadness at her situation, I could tell that it was working on her as well.
“So, Alice, my dear.” I said in a silky, soft tone. “I know that you’ve realized your situation. I’ve watched you play with yourself in the shower.” I say, letting the point hit home. Her eyes widen for a brief moment before she looks away. I had a feeling that Alice knew already, but it was something that she had banked on me never making her confront.
“I’ve seen you stare at this wall. I’ve seen you clutch that pillow to you as you cried, trying to figure out a way to get out of here.” I said, and I lowered my voice to say the next part. I knew she’d still hear me.
“I’ve seen the moment that you gave up trying.” I add, and she glances up at me from those heavily lidded eyes, right through her lashes, and I want to bend her over right there, ramming into her until she screamed my name and admitted that there was a much larger part than she wanted admit of herself that wanted to be here. That the part of her that wants her to be here, doesn’t want her to ever leave. I want to hear her admit she’s turned on by it, but I knew that wouldn’t be today.
“So?” She fires back, and I lean over the table a little, my hand darting out to lift her gaze to mine with two fingers firmly placed under her chin to tilt it up so she’s forced to do so.
“So, admit that you want me, and let yourself enjoy the pleasure that a life like this has to offer. Why do you keep making it only about pain? If that’s what you get off on, I assure you, I can make it even better. If it’s not, then let me make you scream in the way you want to.” I said in a soft, crooning voice that took her breath away. I thought she wasn’t going to answer me. It seemed that Alice’s breath had caught in her throat.
Alice: Lying with the Devil
“Show it to me.” I told him. I surprised myself, but he was right.
I hated that he was right. I hated him for it, but I didn’t have time to rethink what I had just said to this man. A man I still didn’t know the name of. I was pressed to the bed before I knew it with him on top of me. His hand splayed my legs open wide, but I gave in. I had wanted this for longer than I had admitted to, and a small part of me hoped that I could hate him for what he was about to do to me. Just like I hated him for taking me away from everything I knew.
I was chained back to the headboard without even realizing his other hand had been working on it. His fingers had spread my pussy lips, and my heart had started to hammer as his fingertips brushed my aching clit. Nothing I had done in the shower had kept me from being wet. At first, only my fear kept my arousal at bay, but the l
onger I was afraid here, the more I realized that fear didn’t temper my lust any more. I looked at him, nearly panting before he pulled his hand away.
“You will call me master.” He said.
“No.” I say sternly. I’m not going to give that to him. I was certain of that, but he just tilted his head back to let out a clearly genuine laugh.
“You will, and I won’t even have to force it.” He said softly.
It was as if he was speaking of a fact not just a guess. I swallowed hard, but I didn’t think on it too much longer. The thought was gone as soon as the man had his fingers circling and rubbing my clit. I bucked against him, but I couldn’t do much. He had somehow wrapped it where my chain was shorter. I had nothing I could do but stay on my back as he forced my legs.
I wanted this, and I hated wanting it. That’s why I had put some resistance into my body. I cried out as he plunged two fingers deep inside of me, filling me as he started to work them in and out. He started to finger fuck me, bringing me close to the edge of orgasm as he fucked me slow and hard with his fingers, curling them until I cried out in pleasure. I still refused to call him master.
“Sir.” I said instead. It was almost pleading, and it seemed to be enough. His thumb went to my clit, and I came. My pussy clenched onto his fingers, not wanting to let go as I rode out that orgasm before he slowly pulled them from my body anyways.
“See. Already a step closer.” He taunted, but I had nothing to say back. I was at his mercy if I liked it or not, and I was tired of not liking it.
“Fuck me. Please.” I said, forcing out the last word with both lust and a bit of venom. He looked down at me. He was more controlled than I thought. I thought he’d gladly take the opportunity, but it didn’t seem like he’d just get between my legs just yet. Instead, he smirked down at me, playing with my nipples as I arched my back, forcing a little more pressure on the collar around my neck.
“I like when you say please.” He teased me as he massaged one breast and then the next.
His other hand went back to playing with my clit, making me squirm underneath him. He kneeled between my legs, and I closed my eyes before gasping. I bit my bottom lip as I shuddered. I could feel the head of his cock pressing at my entrance. I lifted my ass, pushing myself a little closer, but he pulled back. Before I could open my eyes to see what he would do next, his hand was around my throat.
Just as he began to choke me, I could feel him plunge deep inside of me, filling me. There was no gentleness in it, but he started to fuck me with a light pressure to my throat. I could feel my head spinning. Somehow, it added to the eroticism of the situation, allowing for me to get lost in pure, physical sensation.
Damon: Beauty in Pain
I watched as her eyes widened, and she clenched around me. I barely kept from shuddering as I started to fuck into her. It wasn’t soft and sweet. I made sure that there was nothing gentle about my actions towards her. I fucked her harder, faster. I made her moan with pleasure and a mix of pain. I made those moans soften as I filled her completely and kept a light pressure at her throat. Just as she got used to it and started to gyrate her hips up and against me, making me push deeper as she met my thrusts, I placed a hand at her hip, forcing her to still under me.
If I had wanted her to move, I wouldn’t have chained her down so tightly. I wanted her to feel this. I wanted her to sit back and be forced to enjoy it, and I could tell that Alice was doing that. It was in the way that her lips were parted breathlessly, mewling like a newborn kitten with each and every thrust, as if the world of pleasure I was bringing her was completely new and something beyond words for her.
My nails dug into her skin, and just as she got comfortable I squeezed, truly choking her as her eyes flew opened and widened. She arched her back, jerking under me as she came hard and fast. She came with quick shudders, her pussy clenching around me as I continued to thrust. Only after she had rode out her orgasm did I let go of the pressure on her neck, leaving only the collar to choke her as she stared at me in a mix of disgust and pleasure.
“Damn you.” She managed to cry out as I started to thrust a little slower, teasing her.
I wasn’t going to let her come again just yet. I wanted her to enjoy this, but only as much as I wanted her to. She needed to learn that even when she gave in to the pleasure of this life, it was pleasure that was only there because I granted it to be there. I knew she understood that, and that’s why she spit those words at me through her moaning. I leaned closer to whisper in her ear.
“You’re damned to now.” I whisper, and those words threatened to send her over the edge again.
I could tell by the way she arched a little more, offering herself to me. It was written all over the way she clenched around me, causing me to close my eyes out and let out an uncensored groan of lust. I knew I was about to come deep inside of her, but I didn’t want to stop. I moved back, letting myself slip out of her just enough to lift her legs, placing them over my shoulders as I forced her into a new position.
A blush started to paint itself on her cheeks as she shivered, coming again and that pushed me over the edge. After a moment more, I pulled out, coming all over her stomach. She looked at me before closing her eyes and falling back on the bed, clearly exhausted. I think Alice half expected me to let her up to wash up before bed, but it was late and I was done. That was something she’d have to learn. The only way she would, would be if she learned it the hard way. I smiled at her before crossing the room and turning off the light.
“Goodnight, Alice.” I said before shutting the door behind me, leaving her there still wet and exhausted with my come drying on her body, marking her as mine. There was no escaping that fact tonight. She’d remember that she gave into me too.
Alice: Aching for Destruction
I couldn’t believe he had left me like that the night before, but I knew that I had no reason to think any differently. Why wouldn’t he leave me, after all? He had brought me here, captured me, telling me he would never let me go, and I had hated him for it. Now, I hated him for leaving the room. I hated being left tied up with his come drying on me. I tried not to think about it, but now that he had finally taken me to the shower, it seemed to be all I could think of.
I cleaned him off of me, and the smell of sex washed from my skin. He had brought me lilac shampoo and conditioner. The scent washed over me, and he didn’t say anything about it being in here before I stepped in. I didn’t say thank you, but I knew he saw the small smile when I saw it. He saw everything I did in here, and that’s why I took my time soaping up my body. My fingers massaged my breasts tenderly, and I looked around to see if there was any camera I could see. Of course, he was better than that. I could tell nothing.
My fingers trailed down my body smoothly after I played with my nipples, tweaking and tugging in just the right way. My mouth fell into a soft ‘oh’, making me moan. I let my head fall back, as my hand glided down between my pussy lips. My finger softly, slowly ran around my clit before I played with it, eyes wide and bucking my hips softly. I slid my fingers down lower between my slit, starting to push two fingers into myself, pretending it was him fucking me again.
I slid to my knees to get better access, spreading my legs far apart so that I was exposed. My thumb found its way to my clit, and I began to rub a little more furiously now, fingers working in and out of myself. I knew that I must be teasing him, but I didn’t care. I wanted to tease him after last night, but I didn’t care. I wanted to tease him after what he did last night. I was concentrating on my own pleasure, nearing my own orgasm, and so I didn’t hear him watching me until the shower door was open. I shivered, looking up at him.
“I don’t think I gave you permission for that.” He said in almost a growl, making me clench around my fingers as I came. I whimpered, looking up at him, seeing his had already stripped down stark naked. He grabbed my hair, pulling me up with a small yank as I whimpered. Just as I opened my mouth, he put the head of his co
ck to my mouth.
“You know better than to bite, Alice.” He cooed in a soft, sweet voice, but I knew I was a threat if I did. I didn’t want to. I eagerly accepted his cock as he started to buck his hips, forcing more and more of its length into my mouth. My fingers started to inch their way to my clit again, but he caught my wrist.
“Oh, no, no. you already came once without permission.” He said, forcing his cock the rest of the way as I gagged, trying to relax my throat as he slowly started to fuck my face. “Don’t do it again.” He warned me. I moaned, feeling my wetness start to drip down my inner thighs. I don’t know how long he held me there, gagging on his cock before he pulled out just enough for me to breath, doing it all over again. I saw stars when he finally pulled his cock from my mouth, untangling his fingers from my hair. I didn’t have time to recover before he was back inside of me, starting to pump in and out of me, making me moan.
“You’re mine, you know that, right?” He said as he slammed into my pussy, filling me completely before pulling back out where just the tip was in. I nodded, but it was apparently not good enough.
“Hmm? I want you to say it.” He said, and his hand rubbed my ass cheek
