by Jamie Knight
When I’d given her a proper stroking I would get the restraints. Leather and chrome cuffs that would bind her wrists and ankles, first to each other and then to the bed. Rendergering her immobile. Ten I would kiss my way from her neck all the way down to her cunt and bury my face in her sweet little pussy until she screamed. Something I was certain she’d never experienced before.
Then, when she was ready, I would ask if she was able to take my cock in her beautiful pussy. If she said yes, I would lube us both up, move the ankline binding from the foot of the bed to the loop at the head of the bed, suspending her legs in the air and gently mount her. Working my way up and then through her sweet litle cherry before giving her the first good, hard fuck of her life.
If she said no. I would turn her over and take her perfect ass. With her still bound to the bed, laying out flat and helpless, I would gently massage her beautiful ass to calm her. When she was properly relaxed and warmed up, I would rim and finger her until she relented. Then, when she was good and warmed up, the lube would come out, it being vey important in almost any penetrative situation, and I would lube both my cock and asshole before slipping in the head. Celeste subtlety rocking herself back against me, working my big, thick, throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her tight, virgin asshole. It would hurt a little, I can tell that by her moans, but not too much and soon enough, I would be half way in her sweet ass, fucking her toward her first assgasm. There was a long way to go before that, of course.
I could hear her moaning and gasping in my head as she moans on the phone, the pleasure rushing through her as she touched herself at my command. Good, she was already obeying me.
Chapter Four - Celeste
Adrenaline hit me hard. I could feel my body jerk from the jolt. Terror running through me at the same moments as moans of pleasure and joy burst forth from my lungs. I couldn’t believe I was doing all that for a man I didn’t even know. Showing him all I had and then stroking my pussy in front of him. Knowing that any of April’s ‘guests’ could walk in at any time. Even more surprising than what was happening was that I really liked it. Joshua was so handsome and his voice so firm and in charge but also somehow gentle. Like what he was saying was for my own good and surprisingly loving. Exactly what had been missing with Mark. I knew he wanted me but it was only on a physical level. Joshua actually liked me and wanted me to feel good. I wanted to make him feel good too and couldn’t help but imagine sucking his beautiful cock as I fingered myself. Then he was on top of me. Fucking me. Taking my virginity just the way I always hoped it would be taken. I wanted him so much I could scream.
I stroked my clit deliciously, one of the fingers on my other hand slipping into my wet pussy. To my surprise it didn’t hurt. I didn’t put it in very far but it felt amazing, stroking up against my g-spot as I fingered my clit. A new revelation fell over me as I realized how fun it can be to play with myself. Then how much more fun it might be to properly play with someone else. Someone like Joshua.
“Feels so good,” I moan, so Joshua knew what he was doing to me.
“I want you to cum. Can you do that for me, pet?”
“Y-yes master,” I moaned, still in thrall of the exquisite pleasure rushing through me.
“Tell me how it feels as you cum,” he ordered.
“Yes, master,” I replied, the phrase making me even wetter.
I was well and truly his pet. Putting myself completely in his able hands, doing anything he wanted me to and letting him do anyting he wanted with me.
“I love it!” I almost whine.
“How does it feel?”
“S-s-so good! So fucking good! S-so much pressure but in a g-g-good way. I feel like I’m going to explode!”
“That means you are getting to cum, pet. Keep going, come for me, pet.”
“Yes, master!”
I kept fingering myself, going even harder, none of the pain I expected ever exerting itself. All I feel is pleasure.
“I feel all tingly. In my pussy and all over,” I said.
“Good girl, nearly there. Keep going, pet.”
“I want your cock!” I screamed out of nowhere.
“This nice, big cock?” he asked, stroking himself.
“Yes, master. Your big, beautiful cock. I want it so bad, master.”
“Where do you want it, pet?”
“In here, in me, i-in my pussy, f-f-fucking me, f-f-fucking me hard!”
“You want me to take your virginity, pet?” he asked, as though making sure.
“Y-yes, master! I want you to fuck me. Your big cock in my tight little pussy, fucking me for the very first time!”
“You want me to tie you up?”
“Yes, master!”
“You want me to spank you?”
“Yes, please master, spank me. Spank my ass until it’s red!”
“You want a butt plug up your beautiful ass?”
“Yes master, stretch out my ass and then fuck me in it! Fuck my pussy and then fuck my ass! Anything, I will do anyting for you, master! Tie me up and put your beautiful cock in me and fuck me hard, fuck me till I scream!”
Another surprise. I’d never really thought much about anal. I knew it was something people did but really had no idea how it worked or really thought about doing it. Having a guy put his cock up my ass. Not least because there was no one I knew I would trust to do that. Certainly not Mark or any of the guys who used me at the club. Somehow with Joshua it seemed like a real possibility. I didn’t really even worry how it would work or if it would work. I knew it wouldn’t, he wouldn’t let it. I really would do anything for him and let him do anything to me.
I was so caught up in what we were doing I didn’t even hear them come in. Two of the guys April had invited over came into the living room, their cocks still hard from whatever or whoever they had been doing a minute ago and sat down on either side of me. Trapping me on the couch. I had already orgasmed, so my hand was away from my pussy. One of the guys shoved his hand on me down there and started to rub me roughly, while he tried to kiss me. The other one made me touch is cock as he sucked one of my tits. The bastard didn’t even do it right. He sucked way to hard and with too much teeth. He actually bit me! It hurts so much I want to cry. Suddenly, I flash back to my stepdad and Mark. What they used to do to me. I can feel the tears as they start to flow. It wasn’t what I wanted, not at all. I wonder if they’re going to try and fuck me. There is nothing I could do if they did. My body had gone completely numb. My mind shutting down from the pain and memories. I wished Joshua was there to help me.
“Go away!” I screamed.
At least I tried, the sound that actually came out of me more like a sob. The guys didn’t stop, not seeming to notice or care that I was crying. The one touching my pussy tried to get a finger in and I started to cry even harder, remembering all the bad stuff. All the pain down there when he would touch me at night. I wished they would go away.
“Hey!”
We all look at the computer screen like trained spaniels. Joshua had his cock away and is looking deadly serious.
“Leave her alone or I’ll come over there with a shotgun.”
He didn’t yell. He didn’t even sound angry, which actually made it sound even more scary. People said lots of things in anger they didn’t really mean. But my master was very calm and straight forward with the seeming force of God behind his words.
The guys disappeared so fast I thought they might leave a vapor trail. All while apologizing and saying they thought I would like it.
“You see him? He’s my fucking master. I am only for him. I will do anything for him and no one else, got it?”
“Got it,” they chorused, ducking back into the bedroom, metaphorical tails between their shaking legs.
“You okay, pet?” Jacob asked, when things had calmed down.
“Yes, master. Thanks for saving me. I really hope to come and see you soon.”
I did too. It seemed like a real win-win situation for me. Not only wou
ld I have a place to stay, and probably a beautiful one at that, I would have the chance to really explore things, since I was actually into Joshua. Just as important, at least to my way of thinking, I trusted him completely. I knew, unlike Mark, he would never use me or hurt me in the bad way or in a bad place.
“Well then, hurry up and pack. The limo will be there to pick you up in an hour or two.”
“Yes, master!” I said, leaping up off the couch.
“Pet?”
“Yes, master?” I asked, looking back at the computer screen.
“Get dressed first,” my master ordered gently.
I pulled my sweats and hoodie back on as my master logged off. I was still thinking of him as I started to pack. My pussy was still dripping wet for him as I decided what to take to spend two weeks with a handsome, sexy billionaire. Trembling with anticipation for his first touch.
Chapter Five - Joshua
I had somewhat shocked myself with my own ferocity. What was even more unsettling, I had meant every word. Disengaging the video call, I went to prepare for her arrival.
There were a lot of things that could be said about me. Some of them are nice, others nasty. One of the less flattering observations would be that I was a dye in the wool perfectionist. I tried not to be a jerk about it. Understand the limitations of frail humanity though I did like things done the best way pressure. A desire which led me to put a lot of pressure on. It was part of why I’d been through two cooks and three drivers in the past three years. Though if there was one person I was hardest on, particularly when things went wrong, it was myself. I really wanted everything to be just right for when Celeste arrived. Saw it as part of my duty as a master. The room was across the hall from the master suite on the third floor. Well away from any of the employees. Must try not to scandalize them.
It had taken some doing to get the supplies. The delivery drivers were clearly unhappy with the size and weight of some of the packages. Most of them easily placated with sizable tips. Besides, I was the one who had to take the packages up three flights of stairs so really, they got off easy.
I’d considered assembling the pieces as they came but decided it would be better t see them all at once so I could see where they would go best. Better than having to constantly re-arrange. Things when a new piece arrived. I didn’t have much time so I decided to do things as systematically as possible.
Within an hour, everything was assembled and placed. The room looked like a miniature version of the club. For the sake of evidence, I got out my phone and took several pictures. Just in case any proof was needed. Switching back to the home screen I texted Xavier and Jude. Inquiring in the friendliest tones text would allow how their own home playrooms were coming.
A few minutes later they both texted back. Saying they have both had some success. I wondered what the heck that was supposed to me. We agreed to meet up to talk about it. I send the photos from the phone to my email so I can get them in my office.
It was already clear things were about to become another pissing contest. One of the things about alpha wolves is they tended to compete. A theme that went all the way back to college. Seeing who could get the highest grade or get invited to whatever exclusive party. I though it might calm down after we graduated but if anything it got worse. The business world was even more competitive than the academic one. Even though we were in completely different industries. It also didn't seem to matter that I roundly thrashed them in almost every instance. They just kept coming back for more. Honestly seeming to believe that this time might be different. No doubt encouraged by the handful of times one of them actual beat me. For or five between the two of them. Moments of failure that still haunted my dreams. Not because of them but what it said about me.
The doorbell rings in the distance. Pocketing the phone I went to answer, tip in hand, delivery drivers the only ones who ever come by. I pick up the pace, it was almost time to send the limo for Celeste. Everything needs to be ready.
Taking the newly arrived package up to the master bedroom, I opened the box and looked at it. The smell hits me first. Fresh, genuine leather, sorted by lace. I was really happy to find it online, my glee only increasing by the reality of it. My mind goes to images of Celeste wearing it. All of which I am sure will hardly live up to the reality. I remember how she spread her legs for me. Her tender, virgin pussy dripping wet and ready to be fucked for the first time. How she touched herself at my command, making herself orgasm. I thought about her delicious body. Her thick thighs, big tits and wide hips. I wanted to tell her to turn around and bend over, so Icould see her round ass but she had already cum. Then the guys showed up with their cruelty.
I replaced the lid on the box and took it down stairs, texting my assistant as soon as I hit the bottom step, having discovered a while ago how dangerous it could be trying to text while coming down the stairs.
There was a thud somewhere in the depths of the main floor. The sound of Lydia’s office door closing. Within minutes she was approaching, her heels clacking on the marble floor. Just over six feet of lean efficiency, constrained in a black power suit. Her dark hair cut in a short bob. She had been the best of the candidates for the job. It also helped that she was the furthest thing from my type. Made working together a lot less awkward which was good, much of my daily activity depending on her.
“Call the limo and give this to the driver.”
“Who is being picked up?”
“Her name is Celeste. Have the driver bring her the package and put on the contents, wearing it under her regular clothes. Then I want her driven here. He is to wait in the car as she gets changed. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Lydia marched back to her office to carry out my orders. It wasn’t the same as a pet but I still liked her obedience. Particularly when combined with her effectiveness. Ordinarily, I would have had the driver stay and watch as Celeste got changed. Just to make sure she was following my orders. Though it seemed like she had already been through enough. I could tell she was actually really shy and didn’t want to traumatize her. I could only imagine what effect Mark’s exhibitionism would have had on her. Especially with the other guys touching her. I once again regreted not saying anything at the time, though there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was be as kind as I was capable within the confines of our arrangement, and do my best not to add to her trauma. There was something about her that made me feel very protective of her. Which was probably why I’d mentioned the shotgun to her two assailants the night before. I’d really meant it too. They seemed to know that, which was why they relented so quickly. I had the power of true conviction behind me. Despite being a master, I wanted to be gentle and loving with Celeste and would destroy anyone who tried to hurt her. She really was becoming mine. It seemed strange, impossible really but I could almost see myself staying with her even after the two weeks were over and the initial contract expired.
Chapter Six - Celeste
I was left in something of a state. The incident bringing back too many bad memories. Ghosts from the past that would haunt my mind unless I got out of there. I’d had most of my stuff pack and was doing a few, last-minute type things before the limo came to get me. I had to repeat that last bit in my head a few times before I would believe it. It had all happened so fast and seemed so much like a dream or a fairy tale. Not the sort of thing that happened in real life. Except it was happening.
“You really don’t have to leave,” April kept saying as I got ready to do that.
Adding to the irony she was wearing her coat getting ready to meet her boyfriend at a restaurant. I wasn’t sure if he knew about her multi-person dalliances but was pretty sure I’d seen him at a couple. The oddities of modern dating
“Yes, I do.”
“I made all the guys leave,” April protested.
“I know, I heard them. Still, doesn’t matter.”
“Whaat if I don’t bring any more guys around for orgies.
“A
pril, honey, we both know that isn’t going to happen. You love orgies, it is just part of who you are and I accept that. I just can’t live with it anymore. In the most literal sense possible. I’ve been looking for my own place for a while and this will help me get the money. I have to go and so do you. Your boyfriend is waiting for you.”
I can see the hurt in her eyes. The orgies comment went a bit to far, the follow up about her boyfriend a slashing blow. I’d been trying to be supportive but need up accidentally calling her a cock drunk slut.
“Like you’re any better! Going off the be the kept woman or sex slave of a Mann you don’t even know. Just for the money. At least I’m doing what I do with the orgies for pleasure. Not in hopes of a fucking payday.”
“I do find pleasure in it,” I said, feeling the bite of her words, “I just want a nicer guy. Nicer than Mark anyway. Someone with more experience and knows what he is doing. I think I’ve found that with Joshua. Someone who won’t invite strangers around to finger rape me because they think I’ll like it.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry about what happened and for going off on you. I just like having you around. The guys are great but sometimes it’s nice to have another girl to talk to, you know?”
I did actually. We had been friends so long I guess neither of us really guessed what it would be like not to have each other around.
“You’re welcome back any time.”
April didn’t resist as I hugged her, both of us seeming to have the same feelings of sentiment and regret. I didn’t want her to think I hated her because I didn’t. Even with what happened with her orgy buddies.
“I really am. Sorry for what happened. I hope you weren’t hurt.”
“A little but it’s not your fault. You had no way of knowing they would do that. I would also still be going if that hadn’t happened. It really isn’t you. I need to do this for me.”