“I told you that, as master of the house, I reserve the right to do whatever I feel is needed. Plus, I do things I enjoy. I’ve been studying you since the day we crossed paths. This room,” he swept his hand out,” is like you—filled with contrast and conflict. But it has balance and all the items in it work together. You need a place of your own to process your life, darling. I want to be part of your life.”
“Blake…”
“Consider this your sanctuary. No one, not even me, enters without your permission.”
Dahlia stared at him in disbelief. “My sanctuary? Complete privacy?”
“Absolutely. I saw your bedroom at your father’s house.”
Dahlia blushed. “He had the door taken off after he found out about my, uh, problem.”
“I know. I also saw how it was decorated. I never thought you to be a girl who was into unicorn stickers and pixie dust.”
“My father thought that making my room more feminine would make me feel less rebellious. I guess that is what my first therapist believed, anyway. He never asked me what I thought.”
“I want you to be completely honest with me and, if you don’t care for this room, it is yours to do with as you wish. My only requirement is that it stays adjoined to mine.”
“Blake, truly… this room is more than anything I could have imagined for myself. Every element about me is in here,” Dahlia murmured, finally stepping forward to explore. “Even the artwork. Seriously? An articulated lizard skeleton? How the hell did you guess this?”
“I looked at your charcoal sketches. Why didn’t you tell your father you wanted to be an artist?”
“Because it is not financially acceptable. Who did this? It’s amazing!” She ran her fingers along the ridge of the backbone, the tiny vertebrae aligned to make it appear as though the lizard was climbing around a small tree trunk.
“I have a friend of mine who is very gifted in multimedia. He has done most of the painted pieces for my house, and all the sculptures. Do you have any new work to show me? Maybe something you have drawn since you arrived here?”
“Only a self-portrait. I know,” she said sadly, finding it among her things and handing it to him. “I look so lost and forgotten. It’s how I feel. I mean, until now.”
“This is sadly beautiful. Maybe one day you will be able to see yourself as I do. Vibrant, alive, and free.”
“Maybe. I paint from the inside so, until something major happens, this is how I am.”
“I understand. I really do. Would you like me to set up some time and have my friend teach you?”
“You would do that? Really?”
“Under two conditions. The first is you are to change your major to art and the second,” he cupped her face, “you must kiss me.”
Dahlia nodded, pressing her lips eagerly to his. His mouth ravished hers hungrily as he grabbed her backside and pulled her against his pelvis. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest.
“Conditions are agreed upon, but I have one too. Make love to me. Here. Now.”
Blake lifted her into his arms and carried her to the king-sized four-poster bed. He threw back the thick goose-down comforter and gently placed her upon the satin linens before he straddled her hips. He removed his shirt and sat up as her hands ran down the length of his hard stomach and then proceeded to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He leaned across to unbutton the length of the dress she wore and open it slowly as though he was unwrapping a gift.
Blake raked his fingers down either side of her bare body to her hips, and then slowly inched back to rest his lips upon the gentle swell of her stomach. His pants found their way to the floor, as did his shoes and her sandals, and he lifted her left leg to his mouth. Kisses touched the entire length of her limb, paying special attention to the back of her knee, the inside of her ankle, and the sole of her foot. She groaned, throwing her arms overhead as he moved up her right leg in the same manner, and then focused on the delicate folds of skin that framed her pussy.
“You shaved,” he commented, running his cheek against the smooth skin.
“Giada waxed me. Not the most pleasant of experiences,” Dahlia said gruffly. “She told me you like your women bare, and…”
“I am very pleased. You are so delicious,” he murmured. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Dahlia lifted her pelvis to his mouth, slowly grinding against him as her warm juices began to saturate the linen below her. His long, hard cock bobbed against her leg and she shivered, wanting to feel his power inside of her.
Blake lifted her heels and placed them around his waist. “I want to watch every movement you make as I take you for the first time,” he said softly, spreading her wide for his view as he sat straight and aimed the bulbous mushroom tip toward its intended quarry. The pads of his thumbs encircled her clit and spread her lips as he inched into her until his thick shaft was buried completely inside.
Dahlia moaned as he filled her, feeling the tip of his manhood tickling every soft portion of her cavern. He began to withdraw that incredible rod from her body, and Dahlia gasped as the ridged head contacted her hidden g-spot. He then pushed himself back inside, hard and demanding, paused and withdrew slowly again.
Dahlia shook her head back and forth, grabbing his pole with her muscles and unable to get enough of the sensation flooding her lower body. It was nothing like the dildos she had played with. His hot, silky skin caressed her from the inside as the head tantalized that hidden cove of delight. He slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip of the head inside, and then shoved in again with a ferocity that sent her flying over the edge.
Dahlia heard her voice scream aloud as the climax shook her body in racking spasms that ripped her breath away. She arched under him, over and over, her fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs as he held his cock immobile and allowed her muscles to clench him tightly. She panted, arm thrown over her face as she fought to rejoin the human realm.
Blake leaned forward and kissed her, stroking her exhausted body into alertness again. He was not done with her yet. His fingers danced over her clit and Dahlia found herself lifting her legs once again to receive him.
This time, though, was for his satisfaction. He generously lubricated the tip of his cock with her copious fluids and began to run it back across her bottom-hole. Dahlia stiffened. She recalled that her previous ass fucking was just a fantasy and noticed that he was much larger than the toys she had played with.
“I am going to fuck you in the ass now,” he whispered. “I know this is the first time, but I am going to fuck you long and hard, and you will never doubt that you belong to me. To me!” he said, sinking his cock deep into her bottom.
Dahlia gasped with the pain of penetration, her body confused by the joy of being filled versus the unnatural assault. He placed her heels upon his shoulders and held her taut as he fucked her ass with vigor and delight.
Dahlia forced herself to relax and open to him, the relentless pumping now leaving a desire for something more carnal and animalistic. She met his pace and shoved her ass against him, making certain that every inch of him was buried within her. She felt another climax coming on, different from before. It was from a deeper place inside, more hidden and more demanding. Dahlia hissed, trying to hold back her release so she could join him.
“Harder! Blake, fuck me as hard as you can!” she growled. Blake obliged, sinking into her bottom-hole without hesitation. His body stiffened as he poured his hot seed deep into her. Dahlia, feeling the squirting cum, let go and accepted him fully.
Blake collapsed over her chest, his cock still buried deep within her bottom. Dahlia wrapped her arms around his back and gently sunk her teeth into his shoulder. She did not release him until his cock softened and left her body.
“You are mine, Dahlia,” he murmured in her ear. “I am not going to let you go. Ever.”
Dahlia stared at the ceiling, wishing with all her heart that she could believe him.
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Mrs. Alonso gracefully poured wine for the master of the house and his guest, ignoring Dahlia’s frown as she lifted her glass.
“Dahlia, you are too young. No alcohol,” Blake said firmly as he watched her reach for the bottle. He turned to Ginger. “Have you told Dahlia about your dalliances?”
“Of course not,” Ginger laughed lightly, “but I am sure they would not surprise her. I have been a frequent guest of Blake’s dungeon for years. This is the first time I have seen his face, though. It is rather pleasant, don’t you agree, Dahl?”
Dahlia felt jealousy loom again. “You have played with Blake before? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“She didn’t know it was me. Plus, you were her client and it would not have been appropriate for her to share her personal adventures.”
“Oh, but it was appropriate for her to play-fuck me, right?”
“Don’t be so bitter, honey,” Ginger said gently, “you know I adore you. I only wish I could have convinced you to reciprocate. Our play helped you, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, but still…”
“Since she is no longer your client,” Blake announced, eliciting a surprised look from both of them, “I thought that perhaps we could explore a different type of non-conventional therapeutic approach. Ginger, would you be interested in joining Giada and having your way with my lovely little pet?”
“Oh, my! Yes!” Ginger clapped her hands, eyeing the tall Hispanic woman lustily.
“Giada is a switch, so you may direct her in any way you desire. Dahlia, remember what I shared with you about boundaries? This is your choice. Would you like to have some play time with these two ladies?”
“I, uh…” Dahlia blushed. It had been her request to him, but she had not believed he would have been so quick to fulfill it. “Can I have a safeword?”
“Have you ever used one with Ginger?”
“No safeword. She never really did anything that needed it.”
“Then no safeword. Giada is excellent at calling a scene and we will be watching. I am assuming your answer is still yes by the flush on your face. Ladies, why don’t you two go set your scene while Dahlia and I talk?”
“Yes, Master,” Mrs. Alonso bowed, her eyes gleaming in excitement as she led Ginger out of the room.
Blake turned to Dahlia. “Well?”
“I don’t know what to say. Thank you?”
“You don’t sound very certain.”
“With you watching, I mean…”
“You are not fooling me. I dare you to deny having fantasies of being put on show, Dahlia. Deny that the thought of public humiliation makes you wetter than the thought of my mouth sucking your clit. Deny it, Dahlia.”
“You are so infuriating! How do you know these things about me?”
“The things we tend to protest against the loudest are the things we desire the most. I just want you to stop feeling ashamed for wanting these things. Just so you know, as much as I love to watch, I enjoy performing even more. I like having an audience and I think you will too.”
“What are you saying, Blake?”
“You didn’t notice when I used the word ‘we’ when I mentioned watching. I will have a few friends here enjoying the show with me.”
“You can’t! I say no to this!”
“It has nothing to do with your body or strangers touching it. Your ‘no’ is refused unless you can give me a good reason other than inhibitions or embarrassment.”
“What is the point of having boundaries if you ignore them?”
“It depends on the boundary we are talking about. You have very few sexual boundaries, and offered very few significant hard limits, which I will certainly honor. Anything more that you bring up will be talked about and considered so, at this point, we will explore everything I feel is needed. I gave you the power of personal boundaries when I said you can refuse anyone touching you except me. Unless you feel it will cause you harm, you need not worry.”
“We need to talk more about this boundary thing.” Dahlia stomped her foot.
“You want more control. No. Dahlia,” he drew her close, his lips touching her earlobe, “I have taken all your control from you so that you can learn to stop resisting and begin to trust. I will decide what boundaries you need and when you need them.”
“How are you any different from my father and the therapist? They thought that making choices for me was what I needed.”
“Excellent question. And one that you need to answer for yourself.” Blake stood, extending his hand. “Come and join the party, my darling. It is about you tonight.”
Dahlia was led to the far side of the house to an area she had not visited before. Blake led her down the dark stairs to a small basement amphitheater where a stage was hidden with a heavy curtain and about twenty red velvet chairs were set to face it.
“What is this place?”
“It is actually a screening room, but we use it for public demonstrations and auctions. My slaves love to be put on the block and sold to the highest bidder. We raise money for charity that way.”
“You have got to be joking!”
“Not at all. Several times a year, some of the slaves offer themselves for sale to elite masters from all over the world. The sale is temporary, of course, and the fees are quite high. I always allow the slaves the option to continue with their owner after the time period is ended. Several of my household have found very happy and satisfying masters that way.”
“Isn’t that considered flesh peddling?” Dahlia looked horrified.
“It is the choice I allow the household. I want my pets to be happy and fulfilled, and this is the option they have in their contracts. I am very careful about their safety, so have no fear.”
“But you get money to rent out their bodies to strangers! That is sick!”
“Careful of your tone, young lady. There are strict rules and stringent screening. As for money, fifty percent of the sales go to charity and the other into the slave’s personal account. If they desire a long-term contract with an owner, I negotiate the fees and the slave receives every cent minus legal expenses and other necessities. The owner is fully responsible for all other expenses. It is a complicated procedure and all about improving the lives of the people who I care about.”
Dahlia looked up at him with a puzzled expression. “Are you telling me the truth?”
“Would you like to look at my records? I can’t reveal names, but you can see the numbers, exchanges, and anything else you need to convince you of my sincerity.”
“Why would you let me have access like that? It makes no sense.”
“I want you to believe in me, Dahlia. And you will not unless I can prove that I believe in you.”
“Master Blake? Your guests have arrived, sir.” A young woman ran toward them and dropped to the floor in a deep bow.
“Head up. Open your mouth,” Blake commanded. He unwrapped a piece of butterscotch from his pocket and placed it on top of her tongue. “Good girl. See them in and make certain they are offered refreshments.”
The girl smiled lovingly at his praise as she looked up at him. He patted her head and held out his hand to help her to her feet, kissing her temple before patting her backside as he dismissed her. She dipped her head at Dahlia and raced away.
“Let’s get you situated, cupcake. I want you to relax and release your inhibitions,” he said, escorting her behind the stage. “Enjoy this gift. You have my permission to think only of your pleasure tonight.”
Dahlia turned to a hand taking her arm and pulling her away.
“Do you want a toke?” Ginger asked, holding up a joint.
Dahlia looked at Giada’s disapproving scowl and shook her head. “No, thank you. Blake doesn’t allow drug use here.”
“He’s not here and I’m sure our buddy here won’t say anything.”
“No. I respect him,” Dahlia said. Her eyes widened. “I really do respect him! Ginger! Did you hear me?”
“Yeah, so what? I don’t
get it.”
“She has stopped resisting her need to be controlled. Respect is the first step to her self-discovery,” Giada said proudly. “I also notice that you are not indulging. May I ask why?”
“Blake said I could not touch her if I was high,” Ginger shrugged.
“It sounds like Dahlia is not the only one who discovered respect. The master awaits. Are you ready?” Giada asked. Dahlia gulped and accepted her hand. “You belong to us tonight. Allow yourself to feel. This will help.”
A blindfold was tied firmly over her eyes and her shoes were removed. She felt a breeze next to her and then warmth, like a sunbeam, upon her face. Her arms were lifted over her head and her dress was slid from her otherwise naked body.
“I’m gonna show them who you really belong to tonight,” Ginger whispered in her ear. “Me and my lady friend here are going to make you beg.”
“You are to obey every command we give without hesitation. Your reward will be tremendous, should you listen…” Giada announced from the opposite side. “Disobedience will be very regretful for you. Tonight and tomorrow.”
“I’ll obey,” Dahlia promised. “Just please leave my asshole alone. I am very sore and…”
“Why would you be sore?” Giada asked, tying a figure eight binding around Dahlia’s wrists. “I think you need to share.”
“I… It’s embarrassing,” Dahlia whimpered. “Hey!” she yelled out as she was shoved forward and captured across a woman’s soft thighs. A hand began to smack her rapidly over her tender bottom.
“Since she is so reluctant to share, perhaps we will have to look for ourselves,” Ginger said, prying Dahlia’s fleshy cheeks apart and holding them wide as she blew on the slightly swollen, puckered opening. She flicked the rosebud with her finger. “That little asshole looks like it was used rather well recently. Was it, Dahlia?”
When Dahlia did not answer, she was bent across a padded bench and rapidly restrained around her ankles, lower thighs, and wrists. The sound of cranking metal was followed first by the uncomfortable spreading of her legs and then the stretching her arms and torso. Cold air was felt as her thighs were pried wide apart and she was bent forward, exposing every pink inch of her womanhood and the cleft between her cheeks. Something traced down the crevice and tapped her moistening pussy.
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