I tighten my grip on her thighs in warning.
“Your down there?” I snarl. “You know better than that. What is it called? I want to hear you say it. I know you can.”
“My…my pussy,” she finally whimpers.
The word sounds so deliciously uncomfortable on her pretty little lips, but it’s exactly what I wanted. She’s been such a good girl that I would be cruel not to reward her now.
So, I do.
When my tongue darts out of my mouth and strokes her slick pussy for the first time, she lets out such a pure, exquisite gasp of surprise that I can’t believe I don’t lose myself entirely. She squirms so much that I have to hold her hips down while I start licking her over and over again, and I’m pleased to find her wet with honey. She wasn’t lying— she wants this, needs this. And I’m going to be generous to her.
My tongue explores her eagerly, drinking in every drop of her that she gives me. It lingers a little longer on her clit each time it works its way up, and she’s so tense I can feel her whole body winding up with each stroke. I squeeze her when she tries to push her hips up into my face, and I’m easily so strong that I can keep her down without even trying. She’s weak and helpless in my hands, and she loves every second of it.
My tongue dives deeper into her. I don’t just want to make her come, I want to make her remember it and get to know her pussy all at once. I’m going to stake my claim in her body in every way she’s always dreamed of.
Her hips start thrusting up in a steady, rhythmic pattern as my tongue strokes keep going relentlessly. Feeling her soft pussy lips slide around my tongue never gets old, and each stroke gives me new little things to appreciate about her. It isn’t just her virginity that excites me.
It’s everything.
The taste of her makes my cock throb with desire in my pants as I taste her more by the second, and soon, I feel her thighs start trying to press around my head. I push them back and hold her down by her sensitive inner thighs, leaving her completely exposed, completely powerless, and completely at the mercy of my relentless tongue.
Her little mouth lets out steady moans of desire. My eyes flit up to her, and the blush on her face couldn’t be pinker. She can’t even close her mouth, and she’s trying to squirm her arms against her restraints, testing them. But there’s nowhere to go, nowhere to escape.
I start flicking her clit repeatedly, tasting her swollen, sensitive little nub and reveling in the feeling of absolute control over her. I can do anything, anything I want with her, and I’m torturing her clit with this wicked freedom.
Her body lasts longer than I would expect it to. Maybe there’s more than meets the eye to this shivering little thing, but eventually, I start feeling the subtle changes in her body. There’s a shift in scent, and she starts giving me her honey more generously as her whole body starts to tense up. My beard is soaked in her juices that have never been tasted before. I push my tongue against her clit and massage it while a stifled squeak pierces the air.
She comes, and her entire body shakes and convulses against the restraints and my grip. I let out a growl of possessive approval as she thrashes, and she fights uselessly to close her legs. But it’s all in vain. I hold her down and keep massaging her pussy, tasting that sweet slickness as I guide her through the orgasm. When it starts to wind down, she’s still a trembling, shaking mess.
“Oh my gosh,” she breathes in a cracking voice. “What was that?”
I can’t hold back a laugh.
“Now I know you’re lying to me,” I say as I stand up on my knees. “You’ve been bad with yourself in the sheets, haven’t you?”
“Y-yeah, but…” she trails off.
“It’s better when someone gives it to you,” I rumble. “Your daddy never taught you that, did he?”
When she realizes that I’m waiting for an answer, she shakes her head softly.
“Then maybe you need a new daddy.”
“Are you…are you going to…?”
“I don’t know how much more you can handle, little girl.”
“I can take it,” she breathes.
A smile crosses my lips as I take my belt off and start unbuttoning my pants. She hears me let my cock out, and I wrap my hand around it, stroking it a few times.
“You have no idea what you’re in for,” I say in a thick, heavy husk. “I hope you know that.”
“I want it anyway,” she breathes. “I want…I want you to show me.”
“That’s not how you talk to me,” I growl, and I slip my fingers into her pussy and hook them upward.
“Please!” she gasps sharply, and I slide my fingers out, tasting them and smiling.
“Good girl.”
I walk my knees forward and slide my hands under that round, taut ass of hers. Lifting her up, I see her glistening, tortured, puffy lips begging for my cock to slide into it, and she starts breathing faster, mouth hanging open.
My cock presses to her pussy, and when I slide bulging crown into her, she lets out another cry of surprise.
“Oh gosh, oh gosh,” she murmurs, terrified. “It’s huge!”
“Having second thoughts, girl?” I growl, freezing and holding her lips like iron restraints.
“N-no,” she stammers, scared but determined. “No, sir.”
“That’s my girl.”
I slide into her, and her whole body shudders in unexpected, stunning pleasure. Even I can’t hold back a groan, and that has such an overwhelming effect on her. She’s tight and snug around my cock, and her virgin pussy is slick and wet thanks to me. Even though she seems so perfectly made that I can slide back and forth effortlessly, it feels like I’m going to break her if I’m not careful.
My cock is thick and long, and it sticks into her harder than I’ve felt it in a long time. I don’t just want to fuck— I want to let myself go. I want her, and so does every cell in my powerful body. I’m lodged deep into the captive woman I’ve kidnapped, and now, I’m doing something with her that she’s going to remember forever.
My hands squeeze her ass as I start thrusting into her, getting deeper with each buck of my hips. I go gentle at first, because she’s so stimulated from getting eaten out, but I’m not going to coddle this girl.
My girl.
That forbidden thought ripples through me like an orgasm of my own, and it sets off something primal and aggressive in me that I only felt under the surface earlier. Almost on reflex and instinct, my hips start getting more regular, bucking with incredible precision each time. I feel my thick crown diving deep into her and grinding against the innermost parts of this restrained little virgin who’s never had a man touch her before. I’m throwing her into the deep end on her first night, but my body doesn’t care.
More importantly, her body cares, in all the best ways.
Already, I feel her body start to tighten up again, and she gasps in surprise, twisting against her restraints.
“It’s okay,” I growl, comforting her as I buck into her. “You can come as much as you want. You’ve been a good girl. Good girls get rewarded.”
As if on command, I feel her hit her orgasm again, and her body tries to writhe while I hold it still and fuck her relentlessly. But this time, I don’t stop. I keep rutting into her, letting my body do what it pleases with her tight, unexplored pussy.
I get lost in her, and rather than letting her wind down from her orgasm, I keep the tension up. Minute by minute, I drive her to orgasm so many times that I lose track. My body leans over her, groping her breasts through her sweater. Somehow, in the midst of our heady passion, the feeling of her through the cozy clothes I brought her makes her feel just as sweet and so much more forbidden as she’d feel without clothes at all.
My balls ache. Through all this, I’ve come so close to letting go so many times that I’m deliciously sore, and I want to release my load all over her chest.
Imagine my surprise when I start to pull out of her slowly, but her legs slip out of my grasp and wrap around my hip
s. Her calves tighten as she tries to pull me back into her, and I feel an evil smile cross my face.
“You’re very bold for a dirty little virgin, aren’t you?” I growl. I reach forward and take hold of her hair, holding it with a tight grip as I sink back into her and use my other hand to push her hips up. “Is this what you want? You want me to ruin your precious little pussy? You want me to take your virginity?”
“Uh-huh,” she whimpers. “Please, Chains, don’t leave me yet. Finish in me.”
This girl is going to ruin me while I’m ruining her.
“If you want Daddy to fill up your tight little virgin pussy…you’ve earned it.”
My fierce rutting gets so quick and hard that I’m hardly in control anymore. I let myself go, almost immediately feeling a jet of precum lash out into her the moment I cross the limit of being able to hold back an orgasm. At the same time, I feel her start to well up around me as well, and I can tell my little girl is going to come with me.
A harsh, thick, ragged groan escapes the deepest part of my chest as I feel overwhelming relief crash through my body with the first jet of hot white seed that bursts into her untouched body. In the same moment, a full-body orgasm wracks her system, and a shuddering, whimpering cry meets my moan. Each time I thrust forward, I feel a gout of seed shoot into her, so much more than I’ve ever produced. But for her, I give up everything. This shy, anxious little virgin drains my heavy, virile balls better than I’ve ever felt it.
Every nerve in my towering, powerful body is bathed in sweet fire along with hers, and when the pulsing finally starts to come to a close, I look down to see her looking utterly devastated.
I smile.
My body leans forward, still holding her hair, and I press a kiss to her forehead.
“Good girl.”
Lila
I can hardly catch my breath, I’m panting so hard. My whole body is ringing, tingling with the rush of endorphins and pleasure I have never felt before, never even imagined before in my wildest fantasies when I used to lie in bed at night.
I can feel every inch of his thick cock still inside me, pulsating and twitching as every last precious drop of his hot seed empties deep within my aching cunny. I feel strangely ravenous, desperate for it, like I have a craving for his come. I can’t even begin to explain it. This is all so brand new, so startling to me that I don’t even know what parts of it I’m supposed to feel bad about.
Daddy always made it sound like giving up my sex to some man would render me useless, that a man’s body would sap all of my life force and innocence right out and leave me a broken doll, spread-eagled and lifeless like the murder victims on some police procedural show. But I don’t feel broken at all.
I feel… whole.
Complete.
Like I have been holding my breath for my entire life and didn’t even realize it until this very moment. Like I have finally been set free. Something inside me has been altered for good, that part I can’t deny. I’m changed. Chains has changed me. But instead of feeling ashamed and broken inside like I always thought I would, I just feel good.
It feels like I’ve finally done something I should have done years ago. But I’m glad it never happened until now. I’m glad it wasn’t with some random guy I met in a class at university or something.
I cannot imagine ever wanting anyone else the way I want Chains.
The way he makes me feel is something new and exciting and I find myself already aching to do it again.
Am I addicted now? His body is so intoxicating— his manly scent, his powerful muscles, his authoritative growl of a voice, even just the sensation of his broad hands sliding down my lithe frame. It’s all so much more than I ever bargained for, and now that I’ve tasted the kind of pleasure he can offer me, I don’t think I can ever go back.
Not that I’d even want to.
Chains leans over me to plant a soft, reassuring kiss against my lips. I arch up to meet him eagerly, desperate to keep him close. I try to gently nip at his lower lip, and he cups my face in both of his huge hands. His thumbs trace circles around the balls of my cheeks while he chuckles grimly. I can feel his eyes burning into my face, even though I still can’t see anything at all through the damn blindfold. Part of me wishes he would take the blindfold off.
I want to see him so badly. I want to know what his face looks like when he’s lost in the throes of pleasure. I want to see that devilish smirk on his face when he makes me feel so good I can’t even stand it. I want to watch that muscle tensing in his jaw when he comes.
I know it’s there.
I am learning his tiny mannerisms, making note of them and scribbling them into my mental diary as quickly as I can, like I’m some wildlife enthusiast on a forest path. Chains is endlessly intriguing to me. I long to understand what makes him tick. He knows my body so well, so intuitively. Like I was designed specifically for his use. That thought makes me tremble with desire. I want him again. And again and again. I have a feeling this need will never stop. This is a hunger that can never be sated, a thirst impossible to slake.
I will always arch toward him and follow after him, trailing around like a lost little girl. I just hope he is willing to let me stay close. I need him to show me the world through his eyes. I know he has so much to teach me, and I am eager to learn.
“Are you going to keep me tied up here all night?” I ask timidly.
He bends to kiss my cheek, dragging his lips over to whisper in my ear. I shudder with ticklish delight as he murmurs, “Yes. But if you’re a very good girl, if you behave the way you’re supposed to, you will get a special reward.”
I can’t help but smile. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Perfect. That’s what I like to hear,” he growls, letting his teeth barely graze my soft earlobe. I bite my lip and shiver, trying to roll my body toward him. I feel like some kind of flower, arching forever toward the life-giving warmth of the sun. But there’s a pain I can’t deny, one that I know will only get worse as time presses on.
“Chains,” I begin in a small voice, “do you think you could unbind one of my hands tonight? Just one. Not both.”
He pauses, and the silence seems to stretch on forever. I blush deeply, afraid that I’ve asked for too much. But the ache in my arms twinges again and I find the courage to keep going.
“Please. I-I just don’t think I’ll get much sleep with both hands stuck like this. I just want to move around a little more. And my wrist… it-it hurts,” I admit. “Besides, you’re going to stay with me tonight, right? You said you would.”
“Yes. I will,” he answers.
“Then I’ll be right beside you! I won’t be able to escape, even if I wanted to,” I reason with him, my heart pounding. I feel him gently slide out of me finally, a gush of his sticky seed dripping out of me. I gasp at the strange, almost perverse sensation. But then I feel Chains lie down beside me, the mattress groaning a little as his weight is shifted. Is this another punishment? I start to get frantic.
“Please, sir. You can… you can throw out my clothes. Hide them from me so I can’t put them on. I won’t be able to get very far running off naked in the dark, will I?” I suggest.
I feel him smiling again.
“You have been a very good girl,” Chains says slowly. I can tell he’s trying to size me up, weigh out the risks. Finally, he reaches up and unclinks my right hand, the handcuff falling onto the pillow. I let out a sigh of relief, immediately pulling my arm in close to my chest. The muscles ache terribly, but it’s still leagues more comfortable than before. Then, to my surprise, he undoes the other one, too. I get a split second of intense relief before he tugs my sweater up over my head, then pulls off the rest of my clothes. I lie panting on the bed confusedly while Chains disappears for a moment with my clothing. When he returns, I feel him climb back onto the bed, the mattress squeaking.
He reaches up, grasping one of my arms, and handcuffs my right hand again. I sigh
, accepting my fate. Still, one is better than both, I have to remind myself. And when Chains curls his strong, powerful body around mine under the sheets, all my worries simply melt away. I wriggle up close to him, breathing in his warmth and his musky scent, comforted by his presence. As long as he is around, no harm can come to me. I know Chains will protect me.
Even with my wrist cuffed, it’s not long before my body starts to relax. I realize just how exhausted I am. With Chains clasping me to his chest, I drift off to sleep.
When I wake up hours and hours later, I’m immediately disappointed to find that I am now all alone in the bed. My right hand is still cuffed to the post and the left one is tingling with pins and needles underneath my head.
Chains is nowhere to be found.
There is a new development, though: I must have wiggled around a lot in my sleep, because the blindfold has been loosened slightly. It’s still blocking out most of my line of vision, but it’s slipped down just enough for me to see tiny slivers over the edge. I turn my head, wincing at the aches and soreness in my muscles, and realize I am looking out a window. It’s a gorgeous sight, what little I can see of it. Tall, lush, green trees for as far as my eyes can see. I can only really make out the tips of the trees, the canopy, but it’s enough to put me at ease in an odd way. Even though I have spent most of my life in cities, I have always had a soft spot in my heart for nature, especially the forest. I know it should frighten me to realize how far we are here from civilization, from anyone who might come looking for me, but it doesn’t. Instead, I’m simply comforted by the quiet and tranquility of the woods.
And once my left hand regains feeling again, I reach up and tug the blindfold down to hang loosely around my neck. I blink several times, my eyes adjusting to the onslaught of light. I look around to see that I’m in a fairly basic room, sparsely decorated. It’s meant for utility, not style. That much is very clear. Still, it’s a million times better than being shoved into that dark, dank cell downstairs. This is downright luxurious by comparison.
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