by Anita Dobs
“After I became a billionaire, women positively threw themselves at me; so I can only surmise that women like men with money, status and power.”
“Oh well, I'm not like that Mr. Grey.”
“So if I were a taxi driver, would you love me?”
“There's no need to be extreme Mr. Grey! You could have said lawyer, doctor or banker.” I said, waving my fork in the air.
“I see. So basically you don't like men who have to work with their hands in some way?”
“That's not true at all Mr. Grey! I love firefighters for example.”
“What about policemen?”
“Ya, as long as they have a uniform, I'd be quite happy.”
“So, the crux of it is, if I have money, status, power or a uniform, you could love me for who I really am?”
“Yes. Absolutely. I'm not the superficial type Mr. Grey.”
“So how about if I were working in McDonalds, and wearing one of their uniforms?” He asked.
“No Mr. Grey! God no!”
“I just don't understand women.” Sighed Grey.
I saw how confused he was, and reached over and touched his hand. His problem was one man since the beginning of time had, the one where women stated one thing, but then their actions showed something completely different.
I decided to try and console him,
“Mr Grey, if you were a muscular and sexy taxi driver, I might consider it.”
“So strong genetics is a factor then?”
I sighed, this really wasn't the romantic conversation I'd expected, dissecting the mysterious, beautiful and complex emotions of women was just too much for me to discuss with my mouth full.
“Mr Grey, I need to confess something to you, not to make you jealous or force you to make a commitment to me, but just because I want to be honest.”
“Go on.”
“The other night as I was walking back to college - because you didn't have your driver take me home - I was attacked by a gang of youths, intent on probably raping me.”
“Really! This is terrible news! What happened?” Said Grey, looking very concerned.
“Here's the thing, a tentacled superhero saved me.”
“There's another tentacled man in Gothom!?”
“That's what I thought!” Realizing I wasn't so stupid for thinking it such an amazing coincidence in the first place.
“And anyway Mr. Grey, as a reward, I allowed him to kiss me, and touch my tits a little.”
“He touched your tits!?”
“Now, now, Mr. Grey, there's no need to be jealous, I just want you to know that I'm a little confused about my feelings right now.”
“I see Miss. James, well, perhaps the tentacle domination is off for tonight then.”
“No, no, that's not what I mean! I mean, perhaps if I knew where we stood, I'd be able to be clearer in my feelings toward you.”
“I understand Miss. James.” He said firmly, and then rang the bell for Morris to come in.
Morris came in and Grey told him to fetch the contract. I wondered what contract that was; perhaps it was a contract to be a consultant at the Grey Candy Group's headquarters, but I was shocked by what Morris placed it in front of me as he moved my bowl of ice-cream and crushed nuts to one side. Reading over it I didn't know what to say.
The contract stipulated that I would be Grey's submissive sex slave, and that I was to submit to anything and everything he told me to do. The training - as the contract referred to it as - would involve some pain in the form of spanking, which I was looking forward to, but also some vaguely worded terms such as: 'forced anal penetration'. And another obtuse one: 'I strangle you until you're almost dead, for fun'. The whole thing made me feel uneasy, and so I said to him,
“Well, look, we don't have to talk about this now.” And handed the contract back to him.
“But I thought you said you wanted commitment?” Grey said, confused.
“Well, a contract just isn't very romantic Mr. Grey.”
“Well, romance and commitment are hardly the same thing now are they?”
“Sure they are. Marriage is very romantic for example.”
“Really? And how many long-term married couples do you know that are still romantic with each other?”
“Erm... ” He had a point, I couldn't think of any, except that sometimes when my grandfather farted, my grandmother would then give him a big double thumbs-up.
“Look, maybe we should just discuss this another time.”
“But I don't know if I can really trust you unless you sign the contract Elle.”
I noticed Grey had some trust issues, he'd obviously been mistreated by an over-bearing alien mother. Grey called for Morris again and whispered something in his ear, and he left and returned several minutes later as Grey started caressing my bare legs. Morris had a silver tray, and on it was what looked like a credit card.
“Miss. James, perhaps you don't quite understand what you will get out of being my submissive, apart from hot tentacle bondage sex.”
Grey took the credit card and held it in his hand, showing it to me.
“Here is an Adamantium credit card, with unlimited purchasing power.”
“Adamantium? Isn't that the non-existent metal that Wolverine's exoskeleton is made from?”
“Exactly.”
“Shouldn't it be a Platinum card? There's no such thing as Adamantium on Earth, after all.”
“That's the point, it's the rarest metal known to man, and therefore the most valuable one. It far outstrips platinum in value, I can assure you.”
Grey held out the card toward me, but I was still pensive,
“Morris,” Said Grey to his butler, “bring in the other thing for Miss. James.”
Morris came back as Grey was looking me sternly and masterfully in the eye, making me feel like I'd misbehaved. Morris handed Grey a case covered in blue velvet, which he then handed to me,
“Open it Elle.”
I did as I was told, and opened it curiously, and then I was astounded. Inside was a jewel encrusted tiara, with diamonds, rubies and emeralds and some other stones I didn't know the names of,
“For me?” I asked, with a big smile stretching across my face,
“Well, only if you sign the contract.”
“Where's the pen! Where's the pen!” I shouted, unable to control myself, priceless tiara in one hand and an unlimited Adamantium credit card in the other.
Morris handed me a mont-blanc pen from his jacket, and I snatched the contract back off him and signed my name quicker than I'd ever done anything else before in my life.
“Oh Mr. Grey, can I wear it now, can I?”
“Of course you can, here, let me put it on for you.”
Grey placed it on my head and I got up and walked over to the Victorian mirror on the wall. I looked like a princess, and Grey came up behind me and held both my shoulders and whispered in my ear,
“You look beautiful Miss. James.”
I did stop to think if anyone would think me a bit of a slut for signing the contract when he'd handed me the credit card and tiara, but it didn't really matter what 'they' thought, I said to myself, as I'd be in a limo from now on, and they'd still be riding public transport. I was also in love, and that had certainly been the main impetus in my decision.
“Elle, I want to get my tentacles inside you right now.”
“Oh Battleship, I thought you'd never ask.” I said, truly dying for it by that point.
Grey took me by the hand and walked me out of the room and then down some stairs along a hidden passageway and then we arrived at a bolted door and he announced that inside was the tentacle dungeon. Grey opened the door and pushed me inside roughly. Looking around, I couldn't see any of the usual tools of the trade I'd often written about that a BDSM expert should own. In fact, the room had nothing but a hardwood table in the center of it, no manacles on the wall, no ropes, no whips or chains; there was certainly nothing for Rihanna to sing about in that
room. I turned back to Grey, who was padlocking the door closed and put the key into his pocket, he then flung his jacket onto the floor,
“Mr. Grey, where are all your BDSM toys for us to play with?”
“Right on my person Miss. James.” He said, staring at me with lust.
Suddenly, Grey's shirt ripped itself off his body, as his grey tentacles revealed themselves, splaying themselves wide in a stunning display of mating power that was far more impressive than any peacocks plume that I'd ever witnessed. I took a step back, unsure of where all this was going, but a tentacle sharply pulled me back by the neck,
“Oh no Mr. Grey! No!”
“You mean you refuse me after signing the contract?”
“No, I mean my tiara is coming off my head, wait a second.” I said, repositioning it.
If I had the choice to get fucked by a tentacled alien with or without a tiara on my head, it would most definitely be with one on my head! Grey's tentacles then savagely ripped my clothes off my body, leaving me naked and bare. The tentacles wrapped themselves around my wrists and ankles and pulled them apart sharply, and then Grey lifted me up high in the air. Suspended above him, by his tentacles with my shaven pussy fully open at his eye-level, I wondered what was coming next, but nothing in this world or any other could have prepared me for what then happened,
“Miss. James, I will now show you something very few people get to see.”
“There's more?” I said, not knowing what it could possibly be this time.
Grey put one of his hands to his tongue and then, to my disbelief, removed it.
“Grey, what on Earth are you doing?” I cried.
Then Grey brought forth a grey ribbed-like tongue, the length of which unfolded down to his navel.
“This is my real tongue Miss. James, and now you're going to have it inside you.”
I tried to move, but was bound and helpless, his tongue slithered its way up my legs and tickled them. Looking at Grey, I could see how much he was enjoying this power-play. He was going to be the first person to ever put their tongue into my fresh pussy. It arrived on my labia, sending feelings throughout my body that I'd never know were possible. I tried to move my hips to escape, as the pleasure was too much, but then he began to move his tongue back and forth, the ridges of it teasing my inner-pink and clitoris. I knew I was already wet, but this certainly wasn't helping. My body had never had this kind of stimulation before, and I heard myself moaning uncontrollably. His tongue moved away, and I thought I could at least catch my breath, but then I saw his handsome features turning into what I could only describe as the face of a rabid animal, his tongue came straight up and slipped its way into my hole and rose, only stopping when it reached the top of my vagina. My body jerked backward, but his grip on me only got tighter. I'd heard oral sex was good, but this was ridiculous. The entrance of my pussy was so sensitive, and his tongue inside began exploring my inner-cavern, then Grey turned my body around in the air until I was horizontal off the floor, with his face at my pussy and my legs wide apart. I couldn't see him anymore, and two more tentacles slid themselves up my abdomen and started kneading my breasts, Grey then thrust his tongue into me, fucking me with it hard and fast,
“Oh Grey, oh no, Greeeeeey!!” I screamed, not being able to take much more.
But he didn't relent, he then brought his fingers up and parted my lips wide, and I knew he was enjoying the site of me so exposed without being able to resist him. Grey started to pull my body toward his mouth to make the thrusts stronger each time, and I felt a sensation in my body that I'd only experienced when touching myself. I knew I was about to orgasm, but it seemed too soon, but I had no choice, his thrusting was relentless. My tiara fell off as my head shook, but Grey didn't care, and by that point neither did I, as I looked down at it, in ecstasy, while the light from the room sparkled off it and my body shook as it had never done before, and I came. The feeling was so intensified as I couldn't move. Grey stopped tonguing me, and I stayed there suspended in the air.
“Oh Grey, Grey, that was... oh Grey.”
Grey then walked with me over to the table and placed me on it with my back to it. His tentacles then began to wrap all around me and the table, my arms stuck to my sides, and they then forced my legs up and my knees onto my chest; the feeling of being bound by this tentacled billionaire was so intoxicating to me, I'd always imagined my first man would be someone at college, but this exceeded all my expectations. Grey moved around the table and ordered me to suck his cock,
“I want you to suck it like a good slave Elle.”
I took it in my mouth and couldn't stifle my pleasurable murmurs, he held his hand on my cheek and I looked up at him obviously enjoying the sight of his dick in my mouth, while he was fucking it. My lips were full of his cock, and I could see, as he gritted his teeth, that he really enjoyed the head of his dick just sliding in and out under my lips.
“You are my slave Miss. James erotica author, and you will do as you're told.”
“Yes Mr. Grey.” I said obediently, as he took his cock out of my mouth and moved around the table to look deeply into my hole,
“I see your pussy is so wet Miss. James.”
“Yes Mr. Grey. I'm so sorry Mr. Grey, I can't help it.”
“I didn't give you permission to be this wet Miss. James.”
“No Mr. Grey, I'll understand if you have to punish me.”
Grey's tentacle slipped up my leg again, and I thought it was going to go into my pussy, but it started tickling my back-passage. The lubricant was coming off Grey's tentacle, and it felt cool and I didn't know if I'd be able to take it, but I couldn't deny I was tentacle-curious. I felt my hole pucker several times as I writhed on that hard table, and the tip started to ease its way into me; I knew I was going to say goodbye to my anal virginity there and then, and although it felt a little painful at first, Grey's other tentacle was now teasing my lips open and moving around the outer rim of my passage. I felt it then go up my ass, I gasped, and tried to claw at the table but there was nothing to grab hold of. I looked at Grey, staring down at me, enjoying his slave, his one true submissive, and his tentacle moved deeper into my butt. I felt ashamed, but it didn't last long as his other tentacle entered my pussy, before he extended his tentacle into my ass.
“This is D.T.E Miss. James, 'Double Tentacle Entry', and it's what you deserve and need!”
I couldn't deny I needed it, and I definitely deserved it for being so forward as to have such a soaking wet love cavern. It felt like the tentacles were stretching me apart, and as I tried to move away on the table, Grey's tentacles tightened around me, leaving me no escape. He began to alternate the thrusts of the tentacles, one would go up my ass as the other came out of my vagina, and vice-verse, my breasts were wobbling on my chest and Grey kindly moved his other tentacles up to stroke my nipples as they left their wetness on them. My body quivered, and I shook with joy, before both tentacles started ramming me at the same time, so hard that the table started to move, but Grey would not be denied, and keep on going at me. Watching him now sweating, I saw how deeply obsessive he was. His muscles strained under the pressure, his chest sinews contrasting themselves under the light, but he kept on going, as he was looking down at me, helpless on the table, his tentacles dominating me. I became delirious, I had already orgasmed once, and didn't know what my body was feeling anymore, my eyes started rolling back in my head, and my legs began to shake violently as did my hips, and it only made Grey fuck me harder and harder. Every now and then, I looked up at him, but it just turned me on more, his vicious desire to penetrate me I found thrilling for some reason. My hands tightened into fists and I began screaming loudly, deep screams from somewhere in my abdomen that I could no longer control, and then my body went limp with a series of sudden shudders that sent waves of pleasure all over me. I felt Grey's cool tentacle juice all over my body, as he had pulled them out of me and sent showers of it all over my tits, pussy and some also arrived on my cheeks and face.
I felt Grey's tentacles unravel themselves from me, and he picked me up and carried me out of the room and up the stairs and into the master bedroom, Grey's bedroom. He placed me gently down on the satin sheets and then lay beside me, running his hands through my hair, as I still felt the reverberations throughout my body. Very soon, I fell asleep in his arms and tentacles.
...
I woke sometime in the night, seeing Grey get up and put some clothes on by the light of the moon coming through the curtains,
“Where are you going?” I asked him, still so sleepy.
“I'm going out, and I may be sometime.” He said.
“Why don't you just come back to bed and sleep?”
“The city of Gothom never sleeps Miss. James. Never.”
“Who cares if it does or doesn't, just come back to bed.”
“Go back to sleep Elle, I will see you later.”
I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open as he walked out the door, and I then knew nothing, until I heard birds chirping on the trees outside the next morning. Morris came to fetch me down to breakfast where Grey was sitting at the table, deep in thought as he played with his cereal with his spoon.
“Battleship.”
“Yes Elle.” He said, without looking up at me.
“What's wrong?”
“It's nothing really Miss. James, it's just, well, I have a lot of enemies.”
“What enemies Mr. Grey?”
Grey didn't reply, and started looking in the cereal box for the free toy, as I ate my ham and eggs that Morris had given me.
“Morris.” Called Grey.
“Yes master Grey.”
“Did you take the free toy?”
“Certainly not Mr. Grey, I would never take your free toy.”
Grey seemed distracted, I wondered who the enemies he had might be, what enemies could a billionaire businessman possible have? Grey soon finished and walked over to me still seated, and said,
“You know Miss. James, it could be too dangerous for you to be my BDSM submissive.”
“Oh not at all Mr. Grey, I can really take a spanking if I need to.”
