by Angela Blake
Kayla smiled, more to herself than to Dean. I have him now.
Chapter Five
When she awoke, Dean was already gone. He did leave a note on the fridge, telling her he’d gone to a business meeting. Kayla didn’t know if it was true or if he was just trying to screw the neighbor’s daughter. It didn’t really matter to her. She already planted the seeds last night.
Kayla took a shower and got dressed. She left the house and drove back to her apartment to wash her clothes, get some new ones and make sure nothing went missing in the time she’d been gone. Fortunately for her, everything seemed to be in place. Even the grumpy old cat that liked to sleep by her kitchen window was still there, probably relaxing after rummaging through the compound garbage bin.
When she was ready she dumped her stuff in the trunk of her car and drove over to Sofia’s place, which was a much nicer house in a more established neighborhood. She drove right up and helped herself inside. Sofia was in her living room, dressed in a large shirt and nothing else, just lounging on the couch and watching television.
“Took you long enough,” Sofia greeted. She was eating a Hot Pocket.
Kayla plopped right next to her, grabbed Sofia’s hand and guided it to her mouth. She then took a bite out of Sofia’s Hot Pocket then said, “Too tired.”
“Slut,” Sofia commented in a dry manner, her eyes glued to the TV.
Kayla shook her head with a smile, “Shut up.”
“You did wear the lingerie and fuck him all night, right?” Sofia asked.
Kayla nodded.
“Slut,” Sofia concluded, this time with a smile forming on her lips.
Kayla laughed and acknowledged she did seem to go over her usual borders. This was entirely new territory for her but it also felt quite liberating, “I had fun.”
This time Sofia looked at her, “Am I hearing this right?”
“Yeah,” Kayla replied. “I actually had fun.”
“Did you get the bug in?”
Kayla nodded. Unbeknownst to Dean she had placed a spy cam in his clothes and on his phone. She and Sofia could now see what he was doing and where he was at any given moment. There was nothing left for him to hide. They could even access his browsing history on his phone and see all his photos.
“So, let’s see what he’s doing!” Sofia jumped to life. “I want to know if he keeps photos of all his bitches, you know, like a trophy collection?”
Kayla rolled her eyes, “Check his browsing history first. I want to see if he’s been doing anything else.”
Sofia took her laptop and turned it on. It took a while for them to get the accompanying spy software to run since they had to register Dean’s number and synch it with their account but after a few minutes they could instantly track him on a map. As it turned out, Dean wasn’t at work but was on a yacht.
“That fucking liar,” Kayla said softly, almost to herself. Don’t get too affected. You know he isn’t serious. You shouldn’t be so surprised.
“Okay, well at least we know he isn’t at some business meeting,” Sofia commented. “Let’s see his browsing history.”
Sofia clicked around. What they found was shocking. Dean Marshall ran an underground BDSM group. Even more shocking was that he had used some of Kayla’s photos as promotional material and referred to her on his site as his “pet.”
“What an asshole!” Kayla shouted in frustration. She tried to calm herself down but she was boiling with anger. It was already a struggle not to grab the laptop and toss it against the wall.
“He’s an interesting little fellow,” Sofia said as she continued to browse through the sites Dean had visited. As it turned out, he posted ads on sites, searching for young girls who were into the BDSM lifestyle. Once he’d meet them he’d have sex with them first to try them out and then bring them to the BDSM meeting where they would be stripped, tied down and humiliated or fucked in front of a crowd.
Kayla finally understood Dean’s promiscuity. Dean wasn’t a playboy. He was a Dominant who owned no permanent sex slave. He was just in it for the lifestyle and kept the business running so that the community could thrive.
That would explain the fire in his eyes last night. He enjoys being dominant. He wants me to be as submissive as possible. Kayla shuddered when she thought about it. She had willingly become his submissive toy last night and now Dean thought he could do whatever he pleased with her. Maybe he was already planning to bring her to this basement community, show her off, and then leave her for a new toy to play with.
That wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m not going to be a pet he can auction off to other men,” Kayla stated firmly. “I’m going to be the girl that Dean Marshall keeps.”
“You’re going to be his submissive girl?” Sofia asked, hoping to get a clearer answer.
“I don’t know if it will come to that but I do know I’m not going to let him toss me out to others,” Kayla said. “Just because he’s some rich billionaire with a monster cock it doesn’t mean I’ll literally do anything he says. I thought BDSM was a give-and-take kind of thing, where the dominant takes over but also rewards his slave? Well, I want my reward.”
“I don’t know if I should congratulate you for putting that in such a poetic manner or if I should shudder in disgust because you also seem like a runaway bitch,” Sofia told her.
Kayla shrugged, “Look, I don’t know either. All I know is if I can get Dean to keep me around instead of dumping me, I win.”
“Okay, when you put it like that it’s simpler and it sounds less like you’re trying to knot a conspiracy or something,” her friend said. “What if you still lose and he dumps you anyway?”
“Well fuck,” Kayla answered. “If it all ends up for naught I guess you won’t mind joining me for a drink and hope some pervert will buy us something and take me out on a date.”
Sofia smiled, “As long as that pervert has a decent face, I guess. What are you going to do right now? I mean, you can’t just go back there like you know nothing.”
“Oh I’m going to give him the shock of his life,” Kayla said. “Last night was just an appetizer of things to come.”
Sofia giggled at the mere thought of what Kayla had in mind and the two spent the rest of the day watching television and ordered pizza. From time to time they monitored where Dean was, tracking his phone with the GPS. It was already near dinner time before Kayla decided it was time to go back.
Chapter Six
Kayla turned the lights off and reached for her phone. She knew Dean was already on his way home. She dialed for his number and called. It didn’t take long for him to answer.
“Kay?” he asked. “You home? Everything okay there?”
“I’m here,” she answered as she stumbled through the darkness. Kayla found the right seat and got herself in position. “I didn’t cook dinner. Just head up straight here to the room, okay?”
“Something up? I can head to a drive thru if you want,” he told her.
“No need,” she said softly, trying her best to seduce him with just her voice. “I just want you home. I need you Dean. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said back. Kayla didn’t know if he meant it but it was still warming to hear him just say it.
“Just hurry, okay?” she pleaded in a sultry tone. “I really, really need you Dean. I’m aching for you. I’ve tried playing with myself but it’s not the same. I want you so badly.”
He better be getting hard. I put effort into this, damn it.
When she ended the call the only thing left to do was wait and wait she did. She took her time, she was patient, and she never left her seat. Everything had to be in the right spot. Everything had to be ready the moment he walked into the bedroom.
The moment she heard the main door open and shut she fidgeted a little. Kayla tried to tell herself that being nervous was normal but it still couldn’t stop her from shaking and cursing under her breath.
You can do this, Kay.
Sh
e heard a click and the door finally opened. Dean fumbled around in the darkness but as soon as he turned the lights on Kayla knew she got his attention just by the look on his face. Dean’s jaw dropped in surprise.
Kayla was naked save for a black leather collar around her neck. It had large letters printed on her collar which read “pet” in capital letters. She was also holding a black leather belt, something she knew guys in the BDSM used to punish their submissive girls.
“What’s this?” Dean asked. He was feigning his excitement and Kayla could see right through him.
“Don’t even try to hide it,” Kayla told him immediately. “I bugged your phone. I know all about your little BDSM club. I looked into everything. You know, I always figured you were earning millions from something other than selling houses but I never imagined it would be dealing with submissive girls.”
Dean kept silent for a long while and Kayla didn’t try to annoy him. She simply waited, hoping he would say what she wanted him to say. Fortunately, he did not disappoint.
“What do you want?” Dean asked.
“I don’t really know,” Kayla answered, as truthfully as she could. “Honestly my only concern a day ago was that you’d dump me the same way you dumped all the other girls you led to your bed. Then I discovered all this and everything is just fucked.”
“How much do you want?” Dean followed up. “How much so you won’t tell anyone.”
Kayla smiled, “I want more than money. I know you’re rich so paying me to shut me up isn’t any fun. I mean, come on – you’re a genuine, bad boy billionaire and now I’m in the position to take things into my hands. I want more than just to loosen your pocket.”
Dean looked back at her and she could tell from the expression on his face that he was still working on some quick means of getting out of this predicament. Only at this point did his plight really sink into Kayla’s mind. He was a well-known figure and he had to do everything possible to make sure his BDSM activities were not leaked to the public. It might ruin his career, his businesses and his life.
He’s panicking. Kayla couldn’t help but bite her lip in joy.
“Just tell me what you want,” Dean demanded, trying to put some weight into his voice but even now he was still quivering.
A light bulb flashed in Kayla’s head and she knew she finally found a way of getting what she wanted. “I want you to fuck me like it’s your last day on Earth. I want you to do it every single night.”
Dean looked at her with a confused expression on his face. “You’re not disgusted or anything?”
Kayla shook her head, “I just let you dominate me last night. I opened myself and all my holes for you. Why would I be disgusted by some leather and rough play?”
“You should have just told me what was bugging you,” Dean said as he sat on a chair right across from Kayla. She saw how his eyes gazed at her breasts and her pussy so she spread her legs a little, hoping the sight would further cloud his mind and get him to do exactly as she hoped.
“What, you’d prefer I begged for you to keep me? I’m not going to do that,” Kayla explained.
Dean raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you begging now?”
“I have leverage,” she clarified. “This time I’m making demands.”
He nodded in agreement, “But you’re demanding for something I can actually enjoy. I love fucking you.”
“Yeah, until you get tired and decide to break me, weaken my will and my mind and then auction me off to some guy. I know you’ve done it before. You’re scared of commitments, Dean Marshall.”
That struck a chord.
“You don’t know anything about me,” Dean fired back at her in an attempt to turn things around in his favor. That wasn’t going to work though. Kayla knew she had him in the palm of her hands.
“I don’t give too shits,” Kayla fired her own shots. “I’m calling the shots now. You understand, golden boy? Can’t be that hard to fulfill what I want.”
“To fuck you every night like it’s my last night alive,” he repeated her wish. If it was any other guy they’d be pleased. Who wouldn’t want a girl they could screw for the rest of their life? To make the deal even better she was offering herself for free and to a guy she knew could afford anything in the world.
Kayla nodded, “Can’t be too hard, right? I don’t give a damn what you do in your free time. I don’t care who you fuck when I’m not looking. The only thing I want is that you don’t let go of me. You own me and I own you. That’s how it will be.”
“This is a weird way of proposing,” Dean joked.
It does sound like I want him to marry me. Well, if he wants pussy and I want him then we might as well put a ring on it. Kayla merely smiled back at him and she knew that he got the same thoughts in mind.
“Can I put something on now?” Kayla then asked. “It is a little cold wearing nothing but this stupid collar.”
“Not going to give me this one chance to put you in a slave outfit?”
Kayla shook her head, “I’m not a slave. I’m not a hooker for a gentlemen’s club and I’m not a BDSM submissive. I like it rough and I like it playful but don’t think I’m one of those girls you can keep in a basement.”
Dean smiled then told her, “That’s what makes you so exciting. I never know when you’d be in my room with a pleasant surprise waiting for me to unwrap.”
“You still have one more gift to unwrap then,” Kayla told him as she pointed at her collar.
He got up from his seat, walked over to her and stood right in front so that his crotch was right in front of her face. She loved how he teased her that way and willingly lifted her chin up so he could undo the fastening on her collar.
Once he got it off he sat back on his chair and beckoned for her to come closer.
Now I just need to seal the deal. Kayla bit her lip and looked at him with a lustful, hungry look as and she got down on her knees. Slowly she crawled towards him and watched as he hurriedly pulled his cock out of his pants. She gasped when she saw his rod flop out, throbbing and angry in anticipation.
Kayla pushed his hands away and she quickly moved in, licking it and suckling on his member so vigorously she felt him shift in his seat. She opened wide and kept his cock in her mouth as she began to rhythmically bob her head up and down. Kayla felt his already excited cock get even harder and larger as it slid in mouth.
Then she felt his hand on her head and he pushed down roughly, forcing her to take his cock deep into her throat. If this was any other night she might have complained or labeled this as the moment she’d walk away and look for someone else but Kayla figured giving him the satisfaction this one time suited the occasion. She took his cock in deep and even though it choked her it felt so satisfying and liberating.
Chapter Seven
Kayla felt her whole world shake the moment he kept his hands on her head and guided her head up and down the length of his manhood. Her throat tensed every time he would push in harder, forcing her to deepthroat him, but it felt so exciting she would occasionally do it herself. Each time she did her foot would kick up and she could feel her pussy drip in heat.
Then his cock flicked. Not going to let you cum just yet.
She let his manhood of out her mouth and looked up at him. He had already removed his shirt and she could see the ripples of his muscular body. Dean was a marvel to look at and she always found it amazing that he had found time to keep his body in shape.
“Come up here baby,” Dean beckoned and she willingly came.
Kayla got up on his lap and began to dance, allowing him to play with her tits softly and gently as she grinded her chest, tummy and pussy against his body. Each time she swayed she made sure the length of his cock would slide against her pussy, letting it soak in all of her juices as she held off shoving it inside of her.
Dean started to get agitated and she could feel his cock was angry and waiting. The moment she grabbed it and guided it inside of her she saw Dean’s hands reach for her ass
cheeks. He immediately gripped her from behind and roughly began shaking her ass, forcing her to grind with his cock deep inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she moaned out of pure pleasure. “Oh god, please Dean, fuck me!”
He gave her a loud slap and she moaned even louder. Kayla wrapped her arms around him and embraced him close to her as her body melded with his. She gave her whole soul and flesh to him that night, allowing him to conquer every inch of her.
When they began it was simple and lustful, like a stranger fucking a whore he just met in a bar but as they continued Dean began to kiss her from her lips to her pussy, making sure to cover every inch of her. It started to feel romantic and she could feel some weight of care and attention radiating from his every touch.
He took her to the bedroom and as he plowed through her, Kayla’s back on the bed, he nibbled ever so sweetly on her ear and down her neck. As she moaned into his ear she could feel his body pulsating with hers and it felt like for a long while they were one.
Dean did take his time, going so slowly as he pushed and pulled, thrusting his member in as deep as possible with a single push before pulling out to the point where only the head of his cock was still inside of her. Each time he’d do this she’d feel some kind of emptiness overwhelm her only for her to be drowned in a sudden flush of pain and pleasure when he’d thrust back in. Every time he’d thrust she moan out loudly and beg for him to keep on going.
“Dean, p-please,” she begged as he pounded in and out in a slow but deep method. “Please, fuck me. I n-need it. I fucking want you, damn it.”
He quickly obliged and turned her over, taking her from behind. In this position she was submitting to him but at the same time she was the most excited. When he pounded in her whole body shuddered and shook and she screamed in pure euphoria. Her vision had begun to go blank and Kayla’s thoughts drowned in the moment of pleasure.
***
When she finally came to, they were lying in the bed, spooning with her back to his chest. She could feel his cock against her butt and thighs and Dean was warmly embracing her with his right hand slowly, methodically massaging her breast.
