by Jamie Knight
Eventually, after what almost seemed like a museum tour with a similar effect on my ankles, we arrived at the master bedroom, which was the most impressive of all. My pussy walls clenched, and my panties were drenched with anticipation of the thought of what he would do to me in here. I felt as if I couldn’t wait even one more second to find out.
Chapter Nine - Adam
My skin looked strange in the soft glow of the blue lights. Still holding Morgan’s hand, I confronted her.
She was close enough that I could smell the watermelon on her breath. I kissed her. She kissed me back, our tongues wrestling for dominance. I let her win, slipping my other hand down the front of her pants.
My touch was soft but sure. She was biting her lip, likely to keep from making noise without permission.
“It’s okay, my pet,” I cooed. “You can moan.”
I fingered her to the very brink of an explosive orgasm before stopping, cupping her pussy so as to limit the shock. The slightest of sobs escaped her throat.
The sadness wasn’t long lived. Seconds later, I continued fingering her sweet little cunt, squeezing her hand as I did so. She had a cesarean scar. She tried to cover it up with her hand, but I stopped her. I guessed we all have things that we didn’t like about ourselves. But I loved everything about her gorgeous, curvy body.
Once again working her up to the very brink of climax, I kept going, releasing a glorious flood from her pussy that was so strong that Morgan’s knees buckled and sent her stumbling into my arms. I caught her, stroking her hair with the hand that had been holding hers.
“Good girl, my pet. Let yourself go as you give into pleasure as you give in to me.”
Helping her back up onto her own two feet, I removed her shirt and peeled her bra open and off in one swift move. I then took down her yoga pants, taking her panties along with them. Her naked body was majestic.
“Just look at those full tits and round ass of yours,” I told her. “They’re absolutely perfect.”
She was mine and I knew it. It was evidenced by the contract, the purpose of which was clearly a lot more than to be on the show, and her spoken pledge during the collaring ceremony.
I just stood for a moment, taking in her full glorious beauty like an art lover might with a particularly well-crafted sculpture. I could hardly believe my luck to be there with her despite the producers’ attempts to keep it from happening.
Then again, I tended to get what I wanted. ‘Fuck authority’ was the unofficial motto of my life.
Though I had already indulged her beautiful little pussy, I still got the overwhelming urge to touch her luminous skin. It was just so exquisite I couldn’t resist. So I didn’t.
Starting at her forehead, I moved down her silken cheeks and over her creamy neck to her supple shoulders. With both arms up and to her sides, I worked my way down to her hips.
My good little pet closed her eyes and hummed contentedly as I explored every inch of her. I intentionally avoided her tits, ass, and pussy, wanting to focus on everything else first.
Moving down to her feet, I finally worked my way back up her smooth legs to her ass and gave it a good, firm squeeze. It wasn’t enough to hurt but it was enough to make her feel it. The gasp that escaped her throat let me know I had gotten the balance just right. Leaning in, I alternated between her light pink nipples, tenderly rotating my tongue as I sucked.
Slowly, my caresses moved inward. My hand ended up between her luscious cheeks, massaging her tight, virgin asshole. Her breath caught in her throat.
I applied a bit more pressure, making her moan. I would have been plunging deep into her asshole while gently biting her neck, but I was holding myself back.
I knew I was in love with her, even if I kept coming up with reasons why it wasn’t possible. I hadn’t even known her very long. Still, it didn’t matter. The facts were the facts. The fact was that I loved her and got the feeling she felt the same.
It added a whole new dynamic to our engagement. I was no longer certain how far I should go or how much she could take. I usually eased newbies in slowly, but I was being even more gentle with Morgan.
In the past, I couldn’t really trust women. Not with my heart. I had done that once, and it didn’t work. The woman had only wanted me for my money. Once bitten twice shy, I suppose.
Lifting Morgan into my arms with no effort, I carried her over to the blue lit bed, her arms around my neck and head against my chest as we went.
I put her on her back. Placing her near the edge of the bed, I bent her legs at the knees. She held still, likely waiting for me to let her know what to do.
Stroking her thighs, I could see gentle ripples of pleasure run up through her as I spread her legs. Her wet little pussy was on full display. Caressing her inner thighs, I lowered myself to my knees. My head followed along, my mouth landing on her pussy.
The strokes of my tongue were long and gentle, taking occasional flicks against her rock-hard clit and coaxing out moans from deep within her. I could tell she was trying not to shudder with pure joy, lest it throw me off my rhythm.
I cupped my hand lovingly over her pussy as she was about to cum. Slipping my fingers inside her, I brought her to a screaming orgasm again as she came, giving her gentle, circular strokes. She kept her hands flat by her side, palms pressed against the high thread count sheet as I pleasured her.
Licking her again and adding in a finger, sliding up to the second knuckle, I worked her to the tipping edge of a second orgasm before easing off. Kissing her as she recovered, I started licking her again, fingering her deep. I actually let her cum that time. She nearly wept with sweet relief.
“That’s a good girl,” I told her. “I love how you cum for your Master.”
Leaving a hand on her belly, I reached over and pulled open a drawer on the nightstand and retrieved the handcuffs. I took both of her slender wrists in one hand and then I made her take hold of two of the thin iron bars that made up the headboard.
Opening the loops of the cuffs, I slid the chain around the bar between her hands and clamped the fur-lined circles around her wrists, tightening to the smallest setting. I gave each of her hands a gentle tug to make sure the cuffs would hold.
Running my hands down her arms and along her sides, I worked my way down her legs. Taking her by the ankles, I spread her legs wide. The ropes were silk. Eight feet each, carefully twined together like freshly opened guitar strings.
Drawing on the skills I had first learned during my two months in Boys Scouts, I knotted the end of the first rope around Morgan's left ankle and ran the other end to the corresponding post at the foot of the bed before repeating the knot tying process. Working my way back up and over her belly, I knotted the second rope around her right ankle using the same knot.
I tied the knots tight enough so they wouldn't chafe, but not so tight that they would cut off her circulation. It was a happy medium that took a while to master and why rope play was not recommended for first timers.
All practices have some sort of risk, but some have more than others, which aren't terribly obvious. Knife play and bullwhips should clearly be approached with caution. Something most people wouldn’t think of as dangerous but could lead to serious consequences was hair pulling. Not because of the hair itself, but its close proximity to the neck, which is really delicate. One pull that is too hard or at the wrong angle and it was possible to cripple someone.
With Morgan properly bound, I couldn't help but run my hand over her from neck to feet. I was holding back again. She felt so good. I didn't want to risk ruining things by doing the wrong thing.
It wasn’t something I had worried about much before, which was a large part of the reason why I so rarely made mistakes. Things tended to go better when I was relaxed.
Moved by spirits unknown, though likely also blinded by love, I took off my t-shirt, exposing my full canvas, including my ANGER tattoo. There was no point in hiding it. Morgan was going to find out eventually anyway, and I didn't w
ant there to be any secrets between us.
If she noticed, she didn't let on. She waited for me to do whatever I wanted, like the good little pet she was.
Not wanting to disappoint her, my pants came off next. My cock was already rock hard as I approached the bed.
She gasped when she saw it, and I loved her reaction.
“Are you ready for my big cock in your tiny pussy hole?” I asked her.
“Yes, Master,” she said, and her response was music to my ears.
Chapter Ten - Morgan
I quickly scanned the room for cameras, but I didn’t see any. Giving myself to Adam was one thing, but doing it in front of a potential audience of millions was quite another.
I should have known he would keep his bedroom private. He probably insisted on it. Plus, it’s not as if the reality TV show was rated X. It still had to be somewhat cable friendly.
Adam didn’t touch me again for a while. I had no control, which was sexy enough in itself, but I also didn't actually have to do anything. I didn't know if it was the same with all Doms, but if Adam had a kink, it seemed to be that he derived as much pleasure out of giving orgasms than he did in having them himself. I'd already had several orgasms, or damn close to it, and he hadn't even instructed me to touch him yet.
I couldn’t really tell what was going on. His expressions in that moment were harder to read than Greek. Maybe it was something he did so his pets wouldn’t know what was coming next, like a kink version of a poker face.
I stared at the ceiling, bound and immobile, relying on my ears and nose to tell me what was going on and what might be coming next. The soft whoosh of his t-shirt came free from his beautiful body. I was a bit disappointed because I was kind of curious to see his infamous tattoos.
The next sound was of a fly going down and my attention was brought full force to the foot of the bed, where I assumed he would approach. Stroking his hands the length of my ribs several times, getting me into a blissfully relaxed state, Adam climbed up on top of me and rubbed the head of his beautiful cock against my well-prepared pussy.
Nuzzling my neck and giving the soft, sensitive flesh loving licks and nibbles, he pushed his large, hard cock inside me. He slipped himself deep into my pussy, almost to the hilt.
The sensation was amazing. It was intense but incredibly pleasurable. I closed my eyes and tried not to make a noise. Adam pulled back to a slightly more comfortable depth and started to move.
My eyes snapped open. Even though they couldn't see anything, the force of his fucking so strong it demanded attention as well as adoration. I wished I could have seen what was happening. Though, not being able to was probably part of the point.
He went harder. He pumped my pussy gradually faster until he had built up to a steady, moderate rhythm. I moaned.
For a moment, I was afraid he might cum in me. He wasn't wearing a condom that I could feel, and I hadn't been on birth control since long before Freya was born.
My fears were relieved when he eased out of my pussy and dumped his huge load right into my mouth. Swallowing it down, I took his magnificent cock in my mouth and pulled a second load out of him with my lips before sucking him hard again.
Despite his passion, I had the feeling he was holding back, as if there was more he wanted to do but it was like he was afraid of doing the wrong thing. As far as I was concerned, there was no wrong thing and everything he did felt like magic.
It was weird, but it was as close to feeling like a princess as I had ever gotten. And not just because of the pony, which was still fucking amazing.
“I want to keep going,” he said.
“I am yours, Master,” I reminded him.
My words acted like a lightning bolt, striking some hidden chamber of his mind. The reaction was as intense as it was instantaneous.
Loosening the bonds enough so that it was possible, he flipped me over onto my belly and then set them tighter. One he had me securely tied to the bed, bound and helpless, it was time for the ball-gag, also conjured from his magic drawer of tools.
He didn't even tell me to open my mouth. Acting like a bit more of an involved lover than I was expecting, he did it himself. Lifting my head from the bottom, he pulled my mouth open with a thumb on my chin, placing the rubber ball into the created gap.
He secured the straps behind my head and moved my hands so that they were cuffed behind my back. Pulling me up into a doggy position, he pulled me back hard into a downward dog position, my ass high in the air.
The noise I heard next made me flinch. I knew the sound of a plastic lid when I heard one. Given the situation, I could only assume it was lube and that things were about to get real.
It was a gentle touch. The familiar warmth of his tongue burying itself deep inside my pussy, the oral stimulation augmented by firm, upward spanks on my ass. His hand cupped, making it feel more like a grope than a hit.
As before, he devoured me right up until I was ready to scream, or whatever sound might actually come out of me on account of the ball-gag, before stopping briskly, cupping my pussy and stroking my ass in big circles as I wept.
I loved the orgasm he gave me so much. Though, oddly, being denied them made it even better when I was finally allowed to go to completion.
He dove back in with no element of restraint, licking me until I screamed. Within a couple of minutes, the pleasure he evoked in me was intense.
Pulling back as he came down, he drove three fingers inside me and started pounding me. He spanked me hard with his other hand with the same upward motion that wasn't as bad as it could have been.
While it was a lot harder than what he had been doing before, it still felt really good and didn't hurt at all. It was intense, to be sure, but in a really good way.
The snap came again. A thin cool flow of lube running down over my asshole and along my tingling pussy. The second snap was different and a bit more surprising. Medical gloves.
I moaned deep as he touched me, working the lube into my asshole with his fingers while stroking his thumb the length of my pussy and then back again. I pushed back against his touch, wanting more.
“Not yet. I’m in charge. But soon, pet,” he said, stroking the small of my back.
I whimpered but complied, letting my master do what he was going to do. He did know best, after all.
The butt plug wasn't as big as I had imagined. It slipped in with surprising ease, preparing me for what was to come. The base pressed up gently against my ass cheeks, letting me know just how far it had gone in.
Moving behind me with the butt plug well in position, Adam laid a hand on my hip and shoved his cock into my lubed-up pussy.
I groaned softly into the pillow. It was the only sound I could make with the ball-gag in my mouth. Once Adam’s cock was firmly planted inside me, as if it belonged there forever, he reared back and poured in again.
He repeated this motion a few more times, picking up speed with each repetition until he was jackhammering his huge dick inside my little pussy hole as I screamed in joy. He was pounding my cunt so hard that one of the paintings which looked like an original, fell from its nail on the other side of the nightstand.
“That’s right, my little pet,” he grunted. “Let me fuck your tight, wet little pussy as hard as I want, as much as I want with my huge cock. Until I cum so much you’ll be covered in it.”
I was honestly shocked at how long he was able to go. I had cum nearly eight times before he got ready to gift me his own cum. I wondered where he might unload it, with my mouth no longer available.
I didn't think he would cum in my pussy without a condom, and I was on my belly, which ruled out my face. That actually would have been pretty hot.
My question was soon answered when the butt plug was pulled from my ass and replaced with the head of Adam's cock. His thick, hot cum warmed me from within. But there was about to be more where that came from.
“Mmmm,” he groaned. “I love seeing my cum dripping out of your ass cheeks like th
at. I’ve claimed you and made you mine for as long as I want. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“No, Master,” I told him, nearly whimpering with pleasure. “I won’t.”
“Good. Because now I’m going to fuck that tiny little asshole of yours.”
Taking my hips with both hands, he pushed into my virgin asshole, getting about half of his cock in before he had to stop. Easing off a bit, he caused a sigh of relief to emanate mostly from my nose. It hurt a lot, but I was determined to let him keep going. I wanted to give him everything he wanted and let him push me to my limits.
He started moving in me as I gladly sacrificed the last virginity I had to give. He didn't pound into me. At least not at first. He started out with smooth, fluid pumps, working in and out of my stretched asshole. The butt plug really worked wonders.
Gradually, getting me used to each progressive step as it occurred, Adam went faster and harder, fucking my tight, virgin ass until he was pounding it. It no longer hurt; it just felt amazingly great.
With my ponytail wound around his hand, he pulled my head back in just the right way so that it was sexy. With his other hand, he slapped my ass and then held onto it as he said, “Fuck yeah, Pet. Let me fuck your ass as hard as I want because you belong to me.”
Waves of pleasure crashed over me and I thought I might blackout from sheer joy at being filled up so completely. Fortunately, I didn’t and was able to experience it as he unloaded deep into my ass for the second time.
I dropped onto the mattress with absolutely no strength left in me. He had pushed me to the point of breaking, pulling back only at the last second. The ball-gag came out first. Adam softly massaged my admittedly sore jaw.
Caressing the length of my arms, he released the handcuffs and my arms fell onto the bed beside me. Repeating the process for my legs, the ropes came loose one by one, once again freeing me.
Turning me onto my back, Adam scooped me up into his arms and held me close as he carried me with ease. I gave a moment’s thought to cameras but was really beyond the point of caring at that point. I refused to let anything ruin the moment.
