Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  I didn’t have long to ponder before I heard a key turn in the lock of the door and then Mason was there. I turned my head to see him approach the bed and felt the mattress move under me when he sat down.

  “You’ll never…”

  “Yes I will, it’s all taken care of,” he said.

  Mason seemed totally unfazed by the fact that he had kidnapped his pregnant teenage Step-Daughter and had her unwillingly handcuffed to a bed and dressed in sexy lingerie. His confidence was overwhelming, I couldn’t help but believe him. He could do whatever he wanted without repercussion.

  “Did you really think I’d just let you go?” he asked.

  I remained silent, cursing that illusion of freedom I had let myself believe. His familiar smell wafted over me, a scent synonymous with money and power, it was the absolute essence of the billionaire. I couldn’t help but inhale it through my nose, dredging up all the memories of how he had changed my life, all the times he had fucked me so well until I thought I would pass out from cumming so hard. Ignoring my lack of response, Mason leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

  “Say ‘Fuck me hard, Daddy’,” he said.

  “No! I won’t!”

  “You will, Tiffany. You’re going to beg for my cock before I leave this room.”

  Mason leaned back again and grasped my ankle, holding it down on the bed. I heard the metallic ratchetting of another pair of padded handcuffs at the same moment that I felt it clamp down on me. I began kicking out with the other leg to try and stop him from immobilising it too but, already mostly bound as I was, he was able to overpower me and I was soon spreadeagle, face-down on the bed.

  “Mmmm, I think I like you better like this, Tiffany. Tied down, subservient, your whole purpose in life just to take my cock.”

  I felt his fingers through the thin material of the stockings that came with my outfit and tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere to go. Up over my calf they roamed, tickling the back of my knee and then my thigh before reaching the bare skin between the top of the stocking and the bottom of the skirt.

  I thought he was going to continue upwards until he could feel my bare pussy, there had been no panties left in the room after my shower. Instead, he brought his hands to his collar and began unbuttoning his shirt as I watched, revealing the well-toned and muscled body that was the result of dedicated sessions with his personal trainer. With the shirt cast aside he undid his pants, pushing his underwear down at the same time to reveal a rapidly hardening cock.

  I whimpered quietly, afraid that he would fuck me, afraid that he wouldn’t. I was confused and feeling betrayed by my own body at how much I wanted that big hard dick inside me. How could he still have this effect on me? I knew I wanted to be with Corbin… but Mason and his pleasure-giving rod were right here.

  “Just say the words I want to hear, Tiffany, and before you know it, you’ll be cumming as hard as you ever have. Just say them,”

  “No! I want to be with Corbin!”

  “Forget him, you’re mine.”

  Mason straddled my upper thighs and I could feel his hot skin against mine, as well as through the stockings. I knew that with my own legs spread as they were, he could just lean forward, slip the end of his cock under my skirt and drive his length straight into my pussy. I didn’t want it… but my body did and the thought of him taking whatever he wanted, right there and then, was making me wet already.

  “No! I can’t!”

  “No? Why not get reacquainted with an old friend while you change your mind then?”

  There was barely enough time to think What on earth could he be talking about before I heard a buzzing sound and felt the cold smooth surface of my vibrator gently touching my pussy lips. I yelped and tried to wriggle away again, but I was handcuffed with my Step-Father sitting on top of me and there was no escape.

  The vibrator hummed along my pink petals, around and around the entrance to my pussy. So light was the touch that I soon found myself trying to push back against it, an exercise as futile as trying to escape it. Mason was in charge of my torture, my pleasure, and he knew it.

  My juices were flowing freely when he pressed the very point of the vibrator against my clit, bringing forth another yelp from my reluctant lips.

  “There you are, there’s my dirty little girl. Tell me you love it, Tiffany,”

  “No…”

  “Tell me.”

  “Yes…”

  “Tell me you love it.”

  “I…”

  The pleasure was too much, it was making my juices flow more freely than ever, my body responding to the stimulation, preparing my teen slit for a cock, or at the very least a man-made substitute!

  “I love it!”

  Mason pulled the vibrator away from my clit, trailing it downwards on my inner thighs where it could do nothing but tease me with its existence, so near where it was made to go, but so far.

  “Put it back! Put it back!” I panted.

  “That’s not asking nicely, Tiffany,”

  “Please! Put it back.”

  “Who?”

  “Please, Daddy, put it back!”

  I closed my eyes as if I could deny my guilt by doing so. I wanted to be with Corbin, but Mason knew the power he had over me. With nothing more than his presence, a bed and a vibrator he had turned me into his writhing sexpot.

  Mason partially complied with my plea and brought the vibrator back upwards, but instead of putting the tip back to my clit, he slid it between my pelvis and the inside of my skirt. I struggled to push my pussy against it, to feel that wonderful humming on my clit again, but I couldn’t quite get the angles right, I nearly shrieked in frustration.

  He moved his upper body over mine and I finally did feel the tell-tale shifting of my French maid skirt as he slipped his now fully erect cock under the hem. Was he going to take me now, or prolong my torment? For running away I suspected he was probably going to prolong it until I’d submitted everything to him, and it turned out I was right.

  I felt the tip of his massive cock slide between the cheeks of my ass, pausing ominously near my asshole before slipping further, until his length sat along the crack like a hot dog in a bun. Then he thrust his hips downwards, pushing my pelvis into the bed and causing my clit to come into contact with the vibrator again.

  A moan of relief passed my lips and Mason brought his upper body down upon mine so I could feel the heat of him through my lingerie. He began kissing and sucking on my neck where he had just the previous week clasped an expensive necklace and said I looked like royalty. He nibbled on my earlobes where he had hung expensive earrings and I arched my back to press against him as best I could. That was all before I was chained up for his pleasure, but I remembered it well. Maybe I thought if I’m good, he won’t be angry with me anymore.

  I didn’t know if I could possibly be good enough to offset running away from him, but as his hands began exploring my body while his hips continued rocking against me, I knew I wanted to try. I felt his fingers caressing the sides of my breast and arched my back again, letting him slide his entire hand underneath to cup me through the front of the French maid outfit.

  “Does that feel good, my poor little rich girl?”

  “Yeah…”

  Mason’s reached up with his other hand and placed it on the front of my throat, as if he was considering squeezing the life out of me but holding back for the time being. The weight of his entire body was on top of me, simultaneously pushing me into the bed as he pulled me towards himself with the other hand on my breast. My vibrator thrummed wonderful sensations into my body every time Mason bore down on me, it wasn’t long before I was letting out little gasps of pleasure, my own voice humming against Mason’s hand on my throat.

  “What are you feeling, Tiffany?”

  “So good… I’m going to cum… for you, Daddy.”

  Mason’s hand slid up my neck, over my chin, until a single finger thrust past my lips. I sucked on it like it was his dick, taking it into
my mouth. I took it in right down to his knuckles before pulling my head back and twirling my tongue around the tip, reminding him of just how well he had trained me in cock sucking.

  Nobody could call him ‘Daddy’, then take his huge cock all the way to the base like I could. If he only remembered how good I could be, he would let me go, I was sure of it. I began moaning as I sucked at his finger, the pleasure being vibrated into my clit built up until I was practically scream-sucking… and then, just when I was about to cum, Mason pulled his finger out of my mouth, reached down and took the vibrator away.

  “No!” I yelled.

  “You don’t tell me ‘no’, Tiffany. There’s only one thing that’s going to make you cum today, and that’s my cock. You know what you need to do.”

  I growled like a bitch in heat and squirmed, trying to find something, anything to rub against. It wouldn’t take much more, I just needed something. But there was nothing. In only a matter of twenty minutes, he had taken me from a defiant runaway to his little begging slut, just like he had prophesised. I knew what he wanted to hear.

  “Fuck me hard, Daddy,” I whispered.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Fuck me hard, Daddy,” I said.

  “How hard, Tiffany?”

  I paused, thinking for a moment before giving the only answer that could possibly be right.

  “Fuck me as hard as you can, Daddy.”

  “You’re mine,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

  Mason reached down and guided his cock to my pussy with a single hand, rubbing it up and down along my sopping wet entrance as if it was a paintbrush and I was a piece of blank canvas. When the head of his cock was covered in my juices, he roughly shoved it forward, invading my tunnel suddenly with his massive masculine presence.

  I squeaked at the swift thrust, thankful that he had only stuck the head in, not tried to impale me all at once. A cock of his size was no laughing matter for a teen girl, even if he had pounded me with reckless abandon several times in the past.

  My relief was short-lived as Mason tantalised me with a few shallow thrusts, spreading my natural lubricants along his shaft, before slamming his cock into my pussy, all the way to the hilt. The impact made even my firm ass jiggle as the sound of our bodies meeting rang out like a pistol shot.

  Perhaps ‘starting gun’ was a more apt description as Mason unleashed a stampede of sensation between my legs, fucking me so hard with his thick cock that I felt like I was tied down to some incredibly powerful machine designed to break my will and make me consent to my captors’ wishes. If that had been the case, I would have agreed to anything at that very moment.

  Every thrust shook my entire body in just the manner I had become accustomed to since Mason first came to my room that fateful night. I gripped the bars of the headboard to hold myself in place, lest I be driven upwards and have the handcuffs pull painfully on my ankles. With me holding it, and Mason jack hammering into me so hard, the headboard slammed against the wall and it sounded like a percussion-only band was doing an intense warm-up in the small room.

  Mason paused in his thrusting and leaned back. The sound of my breathless panting seemed suddenly loud in the silence after the slapping, squelching, clanging cacophony. The billionaire was breathing normally as if he fucked six handcuffed Step-Daughters every day before breakfast and this was just an ordinary morning.

  Without his weight on my upper body, he was more easily able to reach underneath. Doing so, he grabbed the dipping neckline of my lingerie with both hands and ripped it apart like it was made of paper, exposing my large tits to his hands, if not his eyes.

  Making good use of the newly exposed skin, Mason squeezed my ample chest and rolled my nipples between his fingers, making me shudder with delight against him. Every wiggle of my ass made the deeply embedded head of his cock rub on a different wall of my pussy. Perhaps this reminded him of where the real pleasure centre of his captive was, because he lowered himself on top of me again and picked up his pace just where he had left off, both hands on my tits, crushing my body against his.

  It was too much for one teenager to handle. The vibrator had long since been dislodged by Mason’s vigorous thrusts that shook the whole bed, but even without that stimuli, I couldn’t have held my orgasm back even if I’d been through college and majored in orgasm resistance techniques.

  It was as if a nuclear bomb had gone off somewhere between my legs, a mushroom cloud of ecstasy rose up through my body and clouded my vision while the heat from the blast washed over me until I felt like I would disintegrate in a cloud of blissful ash, carried on the winds of something much bigger than myself.

  From somewhere far away I felt the tell-tale pulses of Mason’s cock as he groaned and forced himself to maximum depth. My pussy was filled with sperm from the same man who had so easily impregnated me, splash after splash utterly coating my walls like a painter doing some extremely hasty renovations.

  My nipples were stinging from the intense mauling Mason was administering, I became acutely aware of them as I floated back down into my body from somewhere near the ceiling. The clapping sound of his body driving into mine gradually slowed and at last Mason seemed to be spent, breathing slightly harder than normal.

  Mason stood up and I felt the evidence of his orgasm seeping out of my tender teen slit while he bent over to grab something out of the pocket of his pants, which were crumpled on the floor. I heard the jingling of keys before I saw them, Mason slotted one into the handcuffs nearest him, which held my left hand secure, and set it free.

  Instead of working his way around the other handcuffs, Mason knelt on the bed beside my head with his still-hard cock twitching ominously over my face, slick with our combined juices.

  “Clean me,” he said.

  I looked up at him with pleading eyes, I was absolutely wrecked and stinging from the hard fucking he had just unleashed upon my body and all I wanted to do was leave my head on the pillow and go to sleep. There was no yielding in his eyes though, and I knew it would be better for me if I complied so, raising a head that felt like a lead weight, I puckered up and kissed the shaft.

  Sticking my tongue out, I was able to curl it around a goodly portion of its circumference, and moved my head along its length, tasting the Mason and Tiffany sauce. Him and I together forever, that’s what it tasted like, and I knew at that moment that I was going to be his until the end of time.

  I licked and sucked at his slowly softening cock, taking his entire length into my throat for good measure, until it was as good as new, cleaned with more attention than it could possibly have ever been before.

  “Good, Tiffany, I think you’ve learned an important lesson today. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

  Mason stood, dressed, and unshackled me before walking out the door and locking it behind him. He needn’t have been so security conscious. I fell asleep almost instantly, as I thought I would, with the taste of him, of us, on my lips.

  *****

  For two days I was given several more lessons by Mason. In the heat of the moments I felt like life could certainly have been worse, Mason made me cum so hard every time, but my heart was still elsewhere.

  On the third day I was sitting on my bed when I felt something like a muscle spasm in my tummy, or like a tiny electric jolt. I placed my hand on the still nearly-flat surface and waited… there, there it was again! My baby was kicking!

  As luck would have it, Mason chose that exact moment for what I assumed as another lesson, but something on my face obviously gave him pause.

  “What is it?”

  I took his hand and placed it on my stomach, watching his face and waiting for the next kick. When it came I couldn’t have foreseen the effect it had on Mason. The colour seemed to drop from his cheeks and his eyes had a glassy faraway look to them. Instead of giving me the rough sex I was sure he had entered the room for, he spun around on his heel and left in a hurry. I didn’t see him again for several hours.

  When he returned, h
e brought several suitcases with him.

  “This is some of your belongings, Tiffany,” he said.

  “What’s going on?”

  “You’re… you’re free to go. To him.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “I thought...”

  “It doesn’t matter. I’ve had to do some serious thinking today, myself. We can’t go on like this. That kick… that kick was really something. I was reading up about Corbin online today… I realised just how much I’d missed out on, seeing him grow up. I don’t want to miss the rest of his life too, just because I didn’t want to give you up. This situation just can’t work, you, your mother, Corbin, me and that little one inside you. Go to him, Tiffany.”

  “My Mom…”

  “Will be fine. I’m not going to divorce her, she’s a sensational wife, and born for the spotlight. We’ll come to another arrangement.”

  I walked up to him, looked into his eyes, and saw emotions there that he had never let anybody else see before, as far as I knew. For one last time I let his scent surround me with all its connotations of power and wealth, stood up on the tip of my toes, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “There’s a car outside for you. Corbin will be waiting. Please help me smooth this over with him.”

  “I’ll do what I can.”

  “Goodbye, Tiffany.”

  “For now.”

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