by Sadie King
It's agonizing to wait but an agony tinged with deliciousness. Finally, he gives the command I've been waiting for.
“Take of your panties.”
The voice makes me shudder with desire. I'm so wired with anticipation I can't help running my hands over my breasts on the way down to my knickers.
He sucks in air and a low rumble growls down the intercom. I gently pull down the fabric of my panties and step out of them so I'm standing naked before him. It feels wicked and sexy and I feel so powerful knowing the effect I'm having on him.
I look up at the camera, my eyes wide and lips parted. Ready for the next move.
“Go to the table by the bed,” he orders. “Put on what you find there.”
My heart races as I move to the table. I run my hand over the dark polished oak and pick up a length of silky black fabric.
He must see my confusion.
“It's a blindfold. Put it on.”
I hold the sleek fabric up to my eyes and tie it tightly behind my head. It's smooth and thick and I can't see a thing through it.
“Do you promise whatever happens next you won't take the blindfold off?”
I nod.
“Good girl. Stay exactly where you are.”
There's a sudden coldness in the room, like he's not watching anymore. It's an empty feeling and I almost cry out. Then I hear a creak and a scraping noise like furniture sliding on carpet.
The back of my neck prickles and I know he's back, but something's different. I hear breathing. He's in the room with me. The prickle spreads from my neck down my body all the way to the tips of my toes.
I feel him moving around me and I turn my head trying to find where he is.
“Good girl.”
The voice comes from my left near my shoulder. I snap my head around but he's staying just out of reach.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks.
Yes! My body is screaming but I'm too tense to do anything but nod.
“You can speak to me; I can hear you now.” He's closer now and I feel the warm air on my neck, his voice a whisper in my ear. I nod again.
“I asked, do you want me to touch you?” his voice has a hint of impatience to it and the power of it makes me whimper.
“Yes,” I say, licking my lips. “Yes, Master.”
6
Jonathan
She's standing in nothing but the blindfold, her body quivering under my gaze.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask her again. I want her to speak, I want to hear her voice.
“Yes” she says. Her tongue darts out and licks her swollen lips.
“Yes, Master.”
My dick trembles in my pants. It's the sexiest thing I've heard. I'm almost overcome by the urge to bend her over and claim her as mine, right now. But there's something about the way she fumbled out of her clothes, all innocent and so fucking sexy that warns me to take it slow.
“Bend over and put your hands on the table.”
She does as she's told, and I get the perfect view of her perfect round ass. Her skin glints golden in the lamplight and I can't hold back any longer. I must touch her.
I run a hand over the buttock, around her stomach and up to her breast. Her skin's smooth as the silk blindfold she's wearing and warm as a summer's day.
She whimpers as I touch her, and I know she's enjoying this as much as I am. My cock pushes against my trousers and I have to undo the fly to let it out.
Her breast trembles under my touch and I reach my other hand up until they're both sitting in my hands.
God it's a beautiful sight. I'm standing right behind her bent over body and I could easily slip my cock in and fuck her right here. But she's trembling like a leaf and so I have to ask.
“You're new to this aren't you, baby girl?”
She nods once. Then finds her voice. “I'm...not experienced.” She says it quietly like she's ashamed, not knowing it's the best news I've had all day.
“You mean you're a virgin?”
“Yes.” She says. “I'm a virgin, master.”
I groan as she says the words. I'll be the first man inside her, the first and the last to claim her. The only man she'll ever have.
“I'll take it slow,” I tell her, and she nods, shaking her brown curls down her bare back.
“But I will demand things from you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Master.”
My god. I must get some kind of release soon or I'll implode. But I'm a man of my word and I'll take this slow for her. I'll take it so fucking slow she'll be begging me to fuck her.
I run my thumbs over her nipples, gently strumming them until her trembling stops and she's moaning with pleasure. A red flush creeps into her neck and I lean forward and kiss her back, making sure to keep the scar side of my facing turned away.
“Turn around.”
She straightens and turns, standing before me like a patient goddess. Her nipples dark and hard in the lamplight. In one quick movement I pick her up and sit her on the side of the bed. She sinks into the velvet cover and I kneel in front of her.
“Spread your legs.”
Her golden thighs lead to a dark patch of hair that's slick with wetness and the pink folds beneath. I breath in her earthy scent and my dick protests against my pants. I pull it out and give myself two long, hard strokes.
I'm aching to push into those folds, to let her pussy take my hard cock in its warm embrace. But instead, I run my hands up her golden thighs and press my palm against her pussy.
She gasps when I touch her. I stoke her slowly until she relaxes, and I feel her wetness spreading on my hand.
I grab a handful of thigh flesh and press my lips to the delicate skin. She whimpers against me and I move my mouth upwards until I have her pussy on my lips. She tastes like heaven, sweetness and damp, and my mouth and nostrils are full of her.
She cries out as I devour her, my tongue claiming what's mine. I pull her buttocks towards me and lose myself in her sweetness.
She leans back on the bed and the moans escaping her lips cause a bit of precum to shoot out of my dick. I pull away for a moment and she whimpers.
“Please...” she's leaning back on her elbows, tits in the air and legs spread before me. Holy fuck I've never seen such a glorious sight.
“Please what?”
“Please... keep going, Master.”
I tug at myself while I lean in and lick her pussy. Tracing slow circles on her clit with my tongue while one hand pumps my dick.
She's panting now as the pressure builds and I pull harder matching her rhythm. My dick's throbbing and I almost can't stand it anymore.
She cries out and starts to shake, gushing sweet wetness over my lips. I shoot hot cum over her thighs, matching her orgasm. She's trembling again but this time it’s the climax running through her.
I wait till it subsides then I push my tongue into her, licking up her juices. She responds immediately. Siting up she wraps her hands around my head and pulls my face into her. Her fingers grab my hair and she's rubbing herself against me as another orgasm shakes her body.
I give her a moment to let the pleasure course through her. My dick gets hard again thinking about all the ways I'm going to fuck her.
She untangles her fingers from my hair and before I can stop her, she runs a hand down the right side of my face. I grab her wrist but the way she goes dead still lets me know she's already felt the scar.
“What...?” she begins to ask.
“No questions!” I kiss her wrist and release her hand.
“I want to see you.” Her fingers pull at the blindfold.
I snatch up both hands and pull her up from the bed.
“No.”
I grasp both wrists in my hand and ease the belt from my trousers.
“You don't get to see,” I tell her, guiding her to the bedpost.
She nods.
“Do you like what I've
done to you, baby girl?” I ask more gently as I line her up against the bedpost. She nods again.
“Do you want to keep going?” She nods again, her mouth opens slightly below the blindfold.
“Tell me,” I say, wrapping the belt around her wrists and looping it around the bedpost.
“I want more,” she says, and I pull the belt tight. She gasps, arching her back and pushing her tits out.
“Good. Because I haven't finished with you yet, baby girl.” I take a nipple in my mouth and feel it harden under my tongue. Her pussy's soaking wet when I run my hand over it.
“I want...” she pants, the words lost in a moan as I rub her hard clit.
“You want what, baby girl?”
“I want you inside me,” she says. “Please, Master, make me yours.”
My dick throbs at the words, but I won't take her innocence like this. I won't have her finding out she gave her virginity to a monster.
“No.” I tell her, and she whimpers.
I sink to my knees and hook her leg over my shoulder. My tongue flicks to her clitoris and she's soon lost in the pleasure. I slide a finger into her pussy. It's tight and hot and fuck I want to fuck her so bad. I bring her to climax quickly so I can get that hot pink mouth wrapped around my dick.
“I'm going to untie you and you have to promise to keep the blindfold on.” She nods slowly, her breath still coming short from the last orgasm.
“Get on your knees.” I tell her once I've untied the belt. “I'm going to put my dick in your mouth and you're going to suck it.”
She smiles at me like I'm giving her the best fucking gift.
“Yes, Master.”
She grips the base of my cock and her tongue darts out, licking the head of my dick. She parts her lips and pulls me into her hot, wet mouth.
With the blindfold on she has to feel her way around me, and she takes my balls carefully like they’re fragile objects. The delicateness of it sends a hot rush of pre-cum into her mouth and she gasps in surprise, then swallows it down.
From where I'm standing her tits bob up and down as she kneels before me. With her eyes hidden, her pink mouth is accentuated, swollen lips wide open taking everything I'm giving her.
I wrap my hands around her head and pull her towards me. Her lips run down my shaft with every thrust. I pump her hard, fucking her mouth and watching her tits bounce. She moans with every thrust and moves a hand to rub her clit.
She's as turned on as I am and the sight of her touching herself while I fuck her mouth is too much. My dick explodes in the back of her mouth shooting hot cum right down her throat.
She moans in pleasure and swallows my cum down, her own climax shuddering through her body. She holds me in her mouth until we both stop shaking and I stagger back.
I bend down and kiss her lips, tasting my own salty cum and her sweet juices.
“You did good, baby girl.” She smiles up at me and my heart breaks a little bit. How can I ever show myself to this angel?
As if reading my thoughts, the smile turns to a frown.
“When can I see you?” she asks.
“I don't think you'll like what you see,” I tell her.
“I don't care what you look like. I love how you sound; I love how you feel; I love how you taste.”
Hope bursts forth in my heart. Maybe she would be different.
“Soon, baby girl, you can see me soon. But not today.” I kiss her pouting lips.
“I'm going to leave now. But I'll be watching you.”
She smiles again. “Will you watch over me tonight?” she asks.
“I'll watch over you every night, baby girl. Now start counting and when you get to 100 you can take the blindfold off.”
I dress quickly and slip out of the room.
7
Chloe
‘One hundred.’ I pull the blindfold off, but I already know he's gone.
My body is tingling and tired and I want to lie down on the bed and go to sleep. But instead I dress slowly, feeling a million miles away from the girl who did these same buttons up this morning.
The door still has the key in it, and I look around for another entrance. There must be a panel in the wall somewhere that's actually a door, but nothing seems obvious. Maybe it's a hidden entrance behind the fireplace.
This house really is like something out of the movies. I try pushing the fireplace and then the bookcase. But no hidden door is revealed.
Disappointed, I retrieve the duster from where I left it and venture out into the hallway. There's still work to do after all.
The next room is as sparse as the first and I work quickly singing to myself. My neck prickles in a familiar feeling and it's comforting, knowing he's there. He doesn't speak again but I know he's watching.
A blush creeps up my neck under his gaze. This man has seen me, all of me. I opened myself to him like I've never done before and I've never even seen him.
It was thrilling having a stranger touch me behind the darkness of the blindfold. Yet he didn't feel like a stranger. I felt a connection to him, not just in my body. I felt like I knew him already.
When my fingertips brushed over his scars it didn't surprise me. I wanted to trace my hands over them, feel what he must look like. My man's worried I won't like the cut of his face, but he doesn't know I'm already in love with him.
I finish for the day and head out the gate. Once again, I feel bereft as I leave the safety of his watchful gaze. The further I walk away from Tanner Hills the more the empty feeling grows until it's gnawing at my insides.
By the time I reach the estate I miss him so bad I feel sick to the stomach. So, I don't notice Ryan stepping out in front of me.
“You don't look happy today Chloe,” he says, “Spend five minutes with me and I'll put a smile on your face.”
I brush past him and he grabs my arm.
“Let me go!” I struggle but he's got me in a firm grip, his sweaty hands squeezing my arm. He pushes his face right into mine and I smell his hamburger breath that's tinged with cigarettes.
“I'll pay you,” he says. “You need some extra cash for your mom, right?”
I'm so shocked I can't move.
“Bet it costs a lot to keep up her meds.” He tightens his grip.
“There's a lot of guys round here who'd pay for a piece like you.”
He laughs, a fresh wave of meaty breath burns my nostrils.
Then he's being lifted and pulled of me by a pair of solid arms.
I didn't see the black car with the tinted windows pull up and now the door's swinging open and a man, my man has Ryan by the neck.
“You. Dare. Touch. My. Girl.” He aims a punch with every word. His strong arms rippling with every swing. He's holding Ryan by the scruff of the neck and when he drops him, he slumps to the floor.
“Get up.” Commands my master, because I still don't know his name.
Ryan staggers to his feet.
“You touch my girl again, I'll kill you. Understand?”
Ryan nods, sending droplets of blood flying from his nose.
“Now get the fuck out of here.'”
Ryan bolts down the stairs not daring to look at me as he runs past. My heart's racing as my master turns to face me.
He's tall, like basketball tall, with broad shoulders and thick arms. His hair is dark and shaggy and his eyes deep brown to match.
One side of the face sits perfectly, with a strong jawline, sharp and defined, a hint of stubble grazes the jaw. The other side is scared with deep slashes the skin bunched in ridges casting shadows onto itself. It’s beautiful, like two sides of a coin, the gentle and the turbulent.
He's looking at me warily and panting from the beating he's just dished out on my behalf. I've never seen anything so hot in my life.
I run to him and he opens his arms and lifts me up, so I wrap my legs around his waist. I kiss his face all over the smooth and the rough and he laughs at my enthusiasm.
“Here I am, baby girl,” he mu
rmurs into my hair.
I'm so happy to finally meet the man whose voice and touch I've come to love. I don't care about the jaunty scars down his face.
“I love you,” I tell him in between planting kisses on his face.
“I love you too baby girl.” He presses his lips to mine and in an instant I'm hot for him again. Knowing what his body can make me do.
“I'm getting you away from here.” He says and I realize how the estate must look to him. Crumbling brick work, peeling paint around the window frames, scraps of litter on the shared grass areas.
“I can't leave mom.”
“She'll be taken care off. I'll send Mrs. Hughes around and tomorrow we'll move her into a private hospital.”
My eyes go wide with astonishment and he chuckles at me. A deep throaty laugh that's as strong and sexy as his voice.
“Don't worry, baby girl. I'll take care of you and your mother for the rest of your lives.”
I smother him with kisses again and he bats me off like I'm an excited puppy, but I love the smile that he gives me, lighting up his flawed but utterly perfect face.
“Get your things, quickly,” he growls. “I need to make you mine properly.”
8
Jonathan
The car ride home is torture. She's still wearing her cleaning uniform and the skirt rides up over her thighs.
I run my hand up the delicate flesh and when I reach the hot spot it's dripping wet. I almost hit a cyclist swerving at the last moment. She's so fucking distracting.
I hit the button for the gates at the bottom of the hill so I can tear right through and down the drive. I pull up in front of the house causing stones to fly up behind the tires.
Mrs Hughes rushes out of the front door her arms flapping.
“I need you to go to Chloe's house and look after the woman there.” I bark at her as I climb out of the car.
Mrs Hughes doesn't bat an eyelid but goes into the house to get her things.
In two strides I yank open the passenger door and pull Chloe out of the car. I lift her up in my arms and carry her into the house.
