by Nicole Casey
It was then that I realized I was lying on the floor with my clothes off and my fingers digging deep into my pussy. It was then that I realized I was squeezing my breasts and moaning loudly like a whore, begging for my master to come and pound his way into me.
My lips parted and I felt the urge to moan and cry. I wanted to feel Marcus’ fingers and his heavy hand press down on my lips and play with my tongue. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body against mine. Before I knew it I had spread my legs and raised them high, emulating the sensation I experienced when he first took me on that table.
A few more minutes passed and soon I had two fingers thrusting and sloshing in my pussy. I thrust them in and out, fucking myself as vigorously as I could as my vision went blind with the pure ecstasy overcoming my senses.
Everything became a whirl as my thoughts cycled to and fro with the memory of how he fucked me. I had never been handled so roughly in my life but it felt so natural. I wanted more of it and the more I thought of that night the more my orgasm built inside. I then recalled how my master had prevented me from cumming and how he told me I was not worthy of the pleasure just yet.
For a moment that made me pause. Should I cum now? Should I continue playing with myself? I bit down on my lip as I pondered if Marcus would ever find out. I then shook my head, figuring out that by this time tomorrow I’d be home. With a grin, I continued playing with my pussy until the pressure became too strong and I finally got to release.
“D-daddy please fuck me,” I moaned out softly as I felt the rest of my warm juices flow down between my legs. I shut my eyes and surrendered myself to the moment and it was that instance that I realized I couldn’t just leave.
I needed to try this again. I wanted to experience the real thing at least one more time.
“Why?” was all I could ask myself as I breathed heavily on the floor, covered in sweat and my own cum. Why did I love this?
There was only one way to find out the answer to those questions. I picked up my phone and scrambled to find Marcus’ number. I fumbled for a minute, pondering what to text, and in the end simply asked him, “Daddy, when can we meet again?”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening,” he quickly replied.
I then rolled over and tossed my phone to the side. There was no point in packing. I had just sealed my fate. The best I could do now was roll the dice and hope that things turn out for the best.
14
Marcus
I couldn’t help but grin when I read the text message. She was anxious for more. I was sure she probably debated about never speaking to me again or running back home but she couldn’t escape the fact that she loved what I did to her. Otherwise, she’d never contacted me this way. She even called me “daddy” and that was revealing enough.
The previous night was spent entirely at Mercury Wild and I had to spend the rest of the succeeding workday ironing out all the paperwork for Natasha’s loan. Even if the lenders were all my friends I still had to make everything properly filed and legalized. Felicia did the bulk of the work for me but there were still a ton of files to go over and certificates to finish.
Yet this evening, as I rested in my home office overlooking the lake, I gave in to the temptation to smile and respond to her meager text message. I then let out a sigh of relief because my decision to wait had pulled off. I was so tempted to call her but if I did then she might get frightened. Now she was the one who reached out to me and that told me she genuinely missed me.
I then sent her another text message, “Have you been a good girl?”
Natasha didn’t respond quickly. Perhaps she had fallen asleep or was struck by the realization that she just begged me to fuck her again. I would have to punish her even more painfully for not replying soon.
As I waited, I headed to the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of coffee – black with a single spoon of sugar. At this hour I was tempted to make an actual cup of cappuccino but brewed would have to do. My drink was halfway empty by the time she had sent in her reply.
“I played with my pussy, daddy,” read her response.
Just reading the words got me hard. I pictured in my head how she looked at that moment, naked and sprawled on the floor with her fingers in her pussy. It sent chills up my spine and I couldn’t help but reach down and grab my junk. I was hard and I wanted to fuck her.
“Naughty little slut,” I then typed back. “You didn’t ask me for permission. I’m going to punish you for that. Expect a ‘treat’ when we meet.”
To my surprise, she replied quickly to that message and said, “I’m ready for anything, daddy.”
That’s what she thought. Natasha had some spunk. That was nice to see. I just wondered how far I could push her on her bluff.
I decided not to push my luck further and didn’t send her another message. I spent the rest of the night enjoying my cup of coffee and listened to some old Ronnie James Dio songs back in the room. As the music played I rested on the bed and allowed myself to drown in the serenity of the moment until I finally fell asleep.
***
The next day I was back in the office, finishing up on Natasha’s paperwork and settling a few loans for some of my other small-time clients. Felicia was kept busy with all the schedule revisions and documents I had her work on. It was a pretty normal day for the most part.
By dinner time, I decided to settle with just fast food. I ordered a chicken sandwich, fries and soft drinks to go and ate in the mall parking lot while listening to music. It was a nice little moment for me to relax and prepare myself for the upcoming activity.
My mind trailed as I ate and it did not take long for me to fantasize about Natasha once again. She was the perfect toy. She had a strong will to go out into the city and start a business by her own but she also had a natural submissive side that made me hard to dominate her even more.
For the rest of the evening I took my time to just drive through downtown, going in a few shops here and there to pass the time. I eventually bought a few snacks and a new shirt just for the heck of it. I did walk into the local sex toy shop and looked around for the latest new kinky things I could invest in.
It was nearing nine o’clock at night when I decided it was time to meet up with Natasha. I got back into the car – after purchasing a cute little vibrator that could store hot water – and sent her a message.
“Get dressed,” I told her in my message. “I’ll drive by in about twenty minutes. Don’t wear any panties or bra. Don’t even wear shorts. Just put on the biggest shirt you have.”
I didn’t wait for her to reply. I simply stepped on the pedal and drove my way over.
Even as I sat in the car I could feel my dick getting hard in anticipation. My mind raced as I started formulating all the little dirty things I was going to do in order to properly ingrain her role in her head. I was going to train her and hopefully she wouldn’t break before submitting her mind, body and soul to me.
15
Natasha
“Shit,” was all I could mutter when I read his message.
I smacked my head with my palm when I realized just how dumb I was being. I was literally walking into another session with Marcus. He was going to bind me, torture me and fuck me and here I was, letting him do it.
Yet despite how reluctant I was to the idea of what he had in mind, I found myself doing exactly as he asked. I took off my bra, my panties and put on the biggest shirt I owned. It was a green and white jersey I had since high school.
For twenty minutes I paced around my living room, barefoot and uncertain of what to do. I wasn’t sure if I was just going to walk out like this, almost naked and exposed, for Marcus to do as he pleased. I felt like I wanted another round – at least for him to fuck me, because that at least felt good. I just didn’t know if I wanted the rest of what he had in mind.
Before I knew it, my time was up and I got a text message. I read the message with dread and realized he was parked just outside the apartment.
My heartbeat got faster and I could feel the tension in my legs as my knees buckled and I couldn’t stop shivering. I bit down on my nails and started to panic.
And then I ran.
I locked the front door and bolted my way out of the back door, bringing only a small backpack with my phone, wallet and other few valuables along with me. I didn’t care if I was wearing a jersey and nothing else underneath. I didn’t care if someone might spot me like this. I just freaking ran.
Not once did I look back. I just kept on going, crossing the streets and running straight out of the neighborhood. I didn’t stop once and just dashed through a children’s park, someone’s backyard and eventually I found myself a little closer to the edge of downtown. There were fewer houses and apartments here and I could see the distant lights of the main city shops, clubs, bars and other establishments.
Rain began to fall and I was forced to take shelter under a small canopy of a closed down shop. It was in a small, tight and dark alleyway and I didn’t feel exactly safe in there but it was the best choice I had. Even then I was starting to shiver from the cold.
My phone buzzed. I took a look and saw he had messaged me a dozen times. I didn’t bother to read any of them. I just tossed my phone back in my bag and defiantly began to walk under the rain, hoping I’d find a better spot to rest the deeper I got into the main part of town.
Yet to my surprise, I only seemed to have gotten farther away. I knew I was going in a straight line but I only ended up in a darker and scarier neighborhood. I started passing by old, rickety houses and it was only after another three blocks that I figured I stumbled into a dangerous place. I could see gang signs vandalized on the walls, a lot of houses had broken windows and the whole place looked like a drug den of sorts. I could only imagine what kind of people lived in these poorer suburban neighborhoods.
“Hey missy, you lost ‘ere or somethin’?” I suddenly heard a male voice call out from behind.
I turned around, shocked, and saw a man approaching. He was tall – not as tall as Marcus – but had a dark blue hoodie on and I couldn’t really see his face.
“O-oh, I’m just trying to get my way to the bus station,” I tried to reason and hopefully hide my fear. I backed up a bit but I hardly took a few steps away when I slammed into someone from behind. I quickly turned around and saw another man. This one had pale skin, a big and muscular body and had a thick orange beard around his chin.
“My, my, I think someone’s a little lost, eh?” the second man asked with a big, crooked smile. He then suddenly reached forward and grabbed my wrist.
“Ah!” I yelped in pain. “L-let go of me!”
I tried to wriggle my way free but even as I did the first man came up to me from behind and suddenly grabbed me around the waist. He then reached up and squeezed my tits.
“Hey, this one’s a ready-to-fuck slut,” he told his companion. “She ain’t wearing a bra or nothing, man!”
“I like that in a girl,” the man with the beard then said. He suddenly reached down and whipped out his cock. I looked down at it in horror. “I think we should give her what she wants and fuck her until she can’t remember her name.”
“Hey!” a third voice then called out.
Both of my assailants looked to the side but it was too late. In a flash of thunder and lightning a fist crossed the gap and in an instant the man with the orange beard was sent flying off to the ground. The man holding me quickly let me go and tried to retaliate against the newcomer but the latter came prepared, wielding a small metal baton that he used to whip the other’s face multiple times. When I looked again my assailant was on the street, bleeding from a broken nose and jaw.
It was only after the fear and shock had subsided that I got to look up and see my savior. To my utter surprise it was none other than Marcus Phoenix. I looked a little beyond his shoulder and I saw his car parked right in the middle of the street.
“D-daddy?” I mumbled when I saw him looking down at me. He didn’t say a word and simply stared at me with a cold pair of eyes.
I had betrayed him. I ran away. I made a deal and I broke that oath. Yet when I ran into trouble he was the one who came to my side. To be dead honest, I felt ashamed.
Without a word, I crawled and clawed my way to him and kissed his shoes. I held onto his foot so tightly like my life depended on it. I begged and whimpered, kissing his shoes as the rain poured down on us both.
Marcus then kicked his foot up, pulling it away from me, and said, “You’re mine. No one else can touch you – no one. Now get the fuck up and get in the car.”
He didn’t say another word and simply walked back to his vehicle. Drenched and dirty I quickly got back up on my feet and followed him.
As soon as I was in the car, he drove off and we didn’t share a single conversation until he brought me back to his home by the lake.
16
Marcus
N o time was wasted. As soon as I got her into my basement dungeon I pushed her against a wall where there were a few shackles to keep her up. I quickly bound her wrists and hoisted them up and then took a metal rod with cuffs and shoved it between her ankles. This would keep her legs spread open no matter what I did to her.
I didn’t bother drying her off from the rain. I didn’t bother to give her a change of clothes. I was furious at her for abandoning me at her home and for making me frantically drive around to find her. My blood was boiling because she made me step out of the car in the middle of the rain and have to fight some hooligans because she was too dumb and managed to get into trouble.
There was also the fact that she had played with her pussy and had an orgasm without asking for permission. I could only shake my head in disappointment at how defiant she was and how much trouble she could get into in less than twenty-four hours. It was amazing how much chaos she could stumble into.
I took off my wet shirt and tossed it to the corner. I then slid off my pants and tossed them off too. As soon as my cock dangled out in the open I saw Natasha look down and away. That was not allowed, not at all.
Quickly I opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors and a long flogging tool. It was a leather whip with half a dozen ends. Without any warning I quickly cut off her jersey, shredding it before her eyes and letting the fabric fall to the ground. When she was finally fully naked I took a few steps back and immediately flogged her tits.
Snap!
“Ah! O-oh fuck!” she cried out in pain. Tears quickly welled in her eyes.
I wasn’t one to listen to her petty shouts and screams, not right now. I was going to punish her. To silence her I produced a red gag ball and forcefully shoved it into her mouth. I then took a moment to lock it in place. When she tried to speak or scream it just came out as a mere muffled moan and that was what I wanted to hear.
She looked back with me with sorrow in her eyes. I could see her regret and the apology she wanted to say. I could tell that she was desperate to tell me something – maybe she wanted to say sorry or that she was wrong about this deal.
I didn’t care. I just gripped the whip and flogged her again and again.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
The sound of the leather tips cracking against her soft and tender flesh was like music to my ears. Her muffled cries of agony became the accompaniments to my symphony. Tears freely flowed down her cheeks and I could see her looking back at me with hope I would stop.
I didn’t stop, of course, and continued to flog her until she was losing all her strength just to stay up on her feet. When I was finally done, her beautiful breasts were red and swollen in pain and I could see Natasha was drooling helplessly in her shackles.
When I finally took her down she collapsed weakly into my arms. I carried her off to a different corner of my dungeon, one where I could lay her down on her belly. There was a stockade as well and I quickly locked her neck in place. Afterwards, I bound her hands behind her back with rope I kept in a big bin.
My cock was hard and ready at this point
. I had softened her body well enough and I knew she had no strength left to fight back. I then yanked on her hair hard, pulling with enough force to make her head lean back and her mouth to drop wide open.
As I did, I guided my cock through the folds of her juicy, wet pussy. It was in fact a little bit of a surprise to discover she was so wet between the legs.
She moaned and she cried as I slowly thrust my cock into her flesh. I didn’t give her the freedom to savor the moment, however, and yanked even harder on her hair. She yelped and barked like a dog, a bitch getting dominated on the street, and I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could.
I didn’t take a moment to let her rest. I didn’t let her enjoy how my massive meat shaft was plowing into her. I tore through her walls with furious anger.
When I was done, I shoved my cock in even deeper, not wanting to waste a single drop, and it was only after I was truly empty did I pull out.
By then I was fully exhausted. I knew she was too but I was nowhere near done with her. If she thought this was a game and that a BDSM life-style was just about cute cuffs and blindfolds, it was time I proved her wrong.
This was about toying with the edge and learning to trust one’s partner. She didn’t trust me this night and I was going to punish her for that.
Although I didn’t have the stamina to continue fucking her I did have that new vibrator. I filled it up with some hot water and eased it into her pussy. She cooed and shut her eyes when she felt the warm touch of the device as it slid through her folds.
Using the remote control that came with it I switched it on. Instantly, her eyes shot open and she began to drool and moan out loud as the pressure and overwhelming sensation of ecstasy flooded her mind. I didn’t turn it off, however, and instead removed her gag so I could shove my cock into her mouth and drown her with my cock and cum.
