Becoming His Collection

by Haley Monroe

  He flicks on the lights in the room and a dull, orange glow fills up the space. His back is to me and he seems so wide, so fucking strong. He’s sturdy, in every way, this man who has allowed me to call him Daddy. He notices I’m not by his side and turns. His expression is questioning and it makes me laugh because I feel exactly the way he looks right now.

  I’m confused by being confused.

  “What is it?” He doesn’t motion for me to enter nor does he come for me. He waits, patiently for my explanation. I laugh like an idiot because I don’t know what it is either.

  “My feet are stuck.” I answer honestly.

  “Is your mind? Do you not want to play anymore? We can go back to the dance floor or go check on Miranda and Tom. Whatever you want kitten, you need only to say it.”

  “No, I don’t want that.” I close my eyes and think. I try to sort myself out, but like always I don’t know how. “I’ve wanted this, so badly, for what feels like forever. I wanted a Dom I could play with at the club. I thought it would,” I slap my hand to my forehead. “God, it sounds so dumb.” I mumble. “I thought having someone who wished to own me, to play with me in front of others, I thought it would make me more valuable. Like I was something worth having.”

  “And now?” When I open my eyes, he is in the same place with his hands in his pants pockets. He looks every inch the firm business man that he is, but I know there is so much more to him than what is under that suit.

  “I know that has nothing to do with my worth.” A smile breaks over my lips at the realization. My feet get unglued from the floor and I hurl myself into the room, right into Jacob’s arms and he’s happy to have me.

  He hugs me tight and covers the top of my head in sweet, soft kisses. “Such a smart girl.” He muses. “Such a brave, smart, little girl. Daddy is so proud of you.” I melt against him at his praise. I’m proud of me too. I’m more than just a sub, a little, a girl who gets anxious or thinks she’s fat.

  I’m funny and smart and beautiful in my own right. I’m all of these things because I am, not because some Dom makes me this way. I sigh, one of those sighs that makes you feel lighter, like you could fucking float away. The pressure is gone, the demands I’ve placed on myself have taken flight and blown away with that heavy sigh.

  I look up at Jacob. “Thank you.”

  “You did all the work, kitten.” He kisses the tip of my nose and then rubs his nose against mine. “Shall we play or would you rather go home?”

  “I want to play.” I step out of his arms and sip more of my drink while taking a look around the room he has brought me to. The first thing that comes to my mind is that it looks like an art studio. It has all white walls, but they are made of plain sheets. There is a big shelf to the right with colorful candles, paints and crayons. Then a long rectangular table, also covered in a white sheet set just a few feet from the wall.

  My eyes scan to the left side of the room and in the corner closest to the doorway is a small shower. In the farthest corner from the door is a dresser. Every room in The Play House has a dresser just like this one. I know without looking that it’s filled with condoms and sex toys of all kinds. The contents of such a dresser could keep us busy for many, many hours.

  “I’d like you to strip for me, princess.” Jacob takes my mostly empty drink from my hand and tips the rim to his lips. I watch the ice cubes tumble towards his mouth as he swallows the last of the vodka mix. My flats get kicked off first, and then I pull the shirt from my body, not like it covered much more than my shoulders anyhow. “Good girl.” He smiles and places the glass filled with ice on the edge of the long table.

  The skirt teases my legs as I pull it down and kick it to the side with the rest of my things. I stand before Jacob in only the panties and locket he’s given me, but just as I move to remove the panties he holds up a hand. “Leave those for the moment.”

  My hands hang by my sides and I watch Jacob shrug out of his suit jacket. He tugs his tie loose but leaves it around his neck. “What now?” I whisper in the silent room.

  “Now that you know no relationship can define you and that your worth is limitless on its own, I’d like to stake my claim over what’s yours. Not to take it from you but to cherish it with you. Does that sound okay?”

  “I don’t think I follow, but yes, I want you to own me, I want to be yours.”

  He picks up a small box of crayons and removes a purple one. “Body crayons,” He tells me. “Everything in here will wash off.” He steps before me and brushes a single finger from the hollow of my throat, down between my breasts. “These tits and the heart that lies beneath, who do they belong to?”

  “You, Daddy.” I shiver as he nods and writes his name down my sternum in the purple wax. His finger then dips to just above my panties.

  “And the sweet cunt under these cotton undies?” His eyebrow perks up as our eyes meet.

  “Also yours, Daddy.” He hums his approval and draws his name across my pubic bone. Jacob lifts both my hands in his and rubs his thumbs across the backs.

  “These hands that could bring a man to his knees with how perfectly they can bathe him, who do they belong to?” I giggle as I repeat his name and watch him mark the back of each of my hands. “Lay on the table please, princess. On your belly.” He helps me get on top of the table and then brushes my pigtails from my face. “Comfortable?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Have you played with wax before?” I shake my head.

  “No Sir, but I’ve spilled a candle on myself by accident before.” He chuckles and I feel his fingers tickle down the length of my spine.

  “This will be different. Candles are all made differently, they all burn differently. Soy waxes burn with less heat and that’s what I’ll be using on you. The higher I hold the end of the candle from your pretty skin, the longer the wax has to cool as it falls. If you feel the burn is too hot for you to handle, just say so and I’ll adjust.”

  I squirm on the table and nod. My panties are growing damp from my anxious excitement. I watch as Jacob picks up a purple candle, its maybe six inches long and no thicker than my middle finger. My eyes are locked on the flame as he lights it. The wick burns quickly and soon dark purple liquid is pooled at the tip.

  “Hold out your hand, Hannah.” I reach my arm straight out and watch as he lifts the candle high above the back of my hand and tips the candle. A fat drop of wax takes seconds to splat across my flesh and I’m surprised that it doesn’t hurt at all. “Okay?” His tone sounds worried and I smile up at him to reassure him.

  “That didn’t hurt at all. It was just warm.”

  “Tell me when it changes from warm to hot.” He lowers the tip of the candle just a bit and another drop plops onto my skin. He lowers the tip just a bit more and this drop stings just a little. Almost like a bug bite. I press my lips together as he comes closer, much more of a movement than before and this drop does burn. It hurts like when you accidently touch your flat iron to your ear.

  “Bitch!” I squeak without thinking. “Sorry, yes. That one hurt.” Jacob chuckles again and points to the surface of the table.

  “Hand back on the table. I have an idea of your threshold now. I want you to close your eyes as I paint your skin in the colorful waxes. The heat will be less as the wax builds a layer over your skin but some will still hurt. That is the point after all.” He laughs.

  My breathing is heavy as I place my hand in front of my face. There isn’t much wax on my hand, just the few drops that made pretty splatter points over my pale skin. I wonder what my back will look like when he’s done.

  Jacob removes six candles in different colors from the shelf then disappears behind me. I hear the flicking sound of a lighter and my body trembles a bit. The first drop of wax lands on my left shoulder blade. It’s warm not hot so he must be holding it high. Then a long spill of wax follows the line of my spine and I moan at how good it feels. As it dries, it pulls slightly at my skin and that feels even better.

  S
oon drops of melted wax are being dripped over all of my back, it feels like he has more than two hands and definitely more than two candles. I close my eyes and wonder what colors he’s using and what the wax will look like as it dries. A big globe of wax burns at the back of my upper thigh and I squeak. My legs part on their own and I feel Jacob’s fingers draw a line up the center of my hot slit.

  “I can see your wetness, baby girl. Daddy likes to see you happy.” I moan and he spills more heated wax over the base of my spine. His hands are soft as they pull my panties down my legs and then pushes my thighs wide apart, until the edge of the table is biting into the flesh of my thighs.

  “Not on my pussy.” I whimper but I know that’s where he’s going for.

  “Shh, now. Who owns you?”

  “You do.” I coo and drop my forehead on to the surface of the table. My hips lift as tiny drips rain over my ass cheeks. They feel like stinging nips everywhere they drop and my pussy contracts.

  “Mmm, you want to be filled, kitten? I can see your pussy begging for me.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I whine and roll my hips for him. I turn my head to look behind me as his footsteps sound farther and farther away. He’s digging in to the dresser and pulls out a packet of condoms and a trial size lube.

  “Slide up on to your knees for me.” I struggle to do as he asks, the table feels too thin to support me this way but I manage. I watch over my shoulder as he fits a small condom over the end of a bright blue candle.

  My pussy and ass are so exposed in this position and it’s difficult for me to sit still. Jacob returns to my side and rubs his hand over my ass. I feel bits of wax being scraped off by his palms as he does so.

  The lube is squirted down my ass crack and his finger follows it as it dribbles down toward my needy pussy. He hums an approving sound while swirling his thumb around my tight asshole. “I’m going to fuck you here.” He growls. “My dick can’t fucking wait to be in your ass, and then I’ll have truly claimed every piece of you.”

  “Please.” I groan and force myself to be still. His thumb dips into my ass and I blow out a breath. He grunts as he works his thumb in and out of me. I feel my pussy burning, gushing my arousal as he works me. “More. I need more.”

  “Shh, shh.” He coos. “Daddy’s got you.” His thumb is removed and something else nudges at my back entrance. He presses it and I realize it’s the condom covered candle.

  “Oh my God,” I blurt loudly as the first few inches sink into my ass and I hear the sound of the lighter again. “You’re going to light it while it’s in my body?” I exclaim. The urge to move is only held off by the fear of the candle falling out of my ass and burning my legs.

  “Yes, and all this beautiful blue wax is going to drip down the candle and puddle around your ass. It’ll drip down your pink lips and then, when I’m all finished watching the candle burn, I’ll peel the wax from your skin and fuck your ass until we both see stars.”

  I gurgle on my moans when Jacob twists the candle and pulls it back until it pops free from my tight anal muscles. He pushes it back inside of me and I’m sure it’s my imagination but I can feel the heat. My whole body radiates it. My pussy, my ass and the candle burning from me.

  “Perfect.” I hear his voice and it sounds dreamy. His fingers are tracing lines down the backs of my thighs now, his nails scratching gently at my skin when he drags them back up. “The wax is melting quickly, you’ll be able to feel it soon.” His breath is on the back of my left leg, I can feel his lips moving as he speaks.

  Knowing he’s there, watching my asshole suck on the end of his candle, watching my pussy gasp as it begs for his touch, should make me nervous. I should feel insecure, that’s all I ever feel, but I don’t. I feel hot and desired. I feel like I’m his.

  The wax trickles slowly, but it’s almost cool as it reaches my perineum and floods over to drip down the sides of my pussy lips. “Jacob,” I gasp.

  “Tell me how it feels,” He sounds so far away but I can still feel his mouth.

  “Weird, good. It’s like soft fingers touching me, sucking on me. God, it feels so good.”

  “It looks even better, kitten.” I feel him touching the candle. Twisting it in my ass, making the wax pull and break apart. He awakens all of my nerve endings and I begin to beg for release. He strokes the thumb of his other hand over my clit. Jacob’s ministrations mirror each other, his thumb going around and around my clit as he circles the candle in the opposite direction my eyes squeeze closed to hold back the force building behind my pounding clit.

  “Please, may I come?” I whimper the words, my forehead pressed so tightly to the table it almost hurts. My thighs begin to jerk uncontrollably as my body climbs closer and closer to orgasm. “Fuck!”

  “Come!” He commands and I do. My body bows just before tensing and Jacob yanks the candle from my ass. His thumb keeps twitching over my clit, prolonging my orgasm till I’m out of breath.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” I pant over and over. His hands grab my hips and he pulls me down the length of the table until my legs fall off and my toes hit the floor. His grip is harsh when he grabs my fleshy cheeks and peels my ass apart. I don’t know when he got undressed but the soft touch of his cock head at my asshole makes me scream again.

  “Breathe.” He reminds me and I try to suck in air. I try to relax my still trembling body as he pushes the tip of his dick into my tight ass. I feel more lube washing down my ass crack and he pulls himself back. Leaving my asshole and then using his prick to smear the lube around my hole.

  “Fuck my ass, Daddy. Please, fuck it now.” I’m desperate for it, like I’ve never been in my whole life. I push my ass back against his dick and feel him slide part way in. There’s a plopping sound and then I do see the stars. He thrusts half way in. I’m so fucking full I could cry, but it feels good and wrong at the same time. “Ohh,” I cry.

  “Take it baby girl. Let Daddy in.” He pulls back and drives back in, more of him this time. I shove myself back and he grunts. “Fuck, your ass is squeezing my dick so fucking tight. I won’t last.” He warns.

  “Come inside of my ass. Come for me, Daddy.” I purr. I want his orgasm more than I’ve wanted any of mine and I wanted one pretty badly earlier today. I push and pull my hips against him. Fucking my own ass as he holds his cock still.

  “So close,” he groans. “Fuck your ass is so pretty.”

  A few more fast paced strokes and I’m ready to come again too. My body shivers under him and his hands reach for my pigtails. He grabs them tightly and yanks my head back. The snap of my neck sends me over the edge. As my body clenches tight around him, he fucks me hard and fast. Much harder than I can take, but I take it anyhow. His moans are deep when he finally busts in my ass. I can feel him twitching inside of me and it’s the most precious feeling in the world. My neck is still bent back and I feel him fold over me. His lips touch my forehead in the sweetest kiss.

  “Well done, baby girl.” He’s still behind me, giving us both a minute to recover.

  “I love you, Jacob.” The words slip through my lips without any of the fear and worry I’ve carried with me since we meet.

  “Daddy loves you too, princess. Daddy loves you too.”

  To be continued…

  Daddy’s Birthday Surprise

  This one is for Melinda Workmen,

  You’ve welcomed me into your group with open arms and shown me so much support and love that it touches me heart so dearly. Thank you for being so nice and for being a voice for new authors who are also looking for a home.

  Haley Monroe

  1

  The buzz in the coffee shop brings back memories. Memories that come with so many feelings attached to them. I can still feel his heated gaze on my face, hear the sound of his deep voice as he asked about my day and if I close my eyes, I can see the hungry expression on his handsome face. I squirm in the same seat where I first felt Daddy’s hands on my thighs. The back corner of the shop is just as dim as it was that day, but one
thing is missing.

  Daddy.

  He’s off in Arizona, closing the deal on a massive property that’s commission will be well over what I make in three years, working at the small retail store a few miles away. I’m supposed to be at work right now, but I can’t stand the dullness of my routine today. He’s only been away for four days yet it feels like four years.

  At The Play House, that last night I saw him, while he was thirteen inches deep in my ass, he told me he loved me. Jacob Hoff, loves me. My heart still stutters when I recall his words, spoken against my forehead, his name written all over my body in washable crayon. My back was covered in a rainbow of melted wax and the candle he’d used to fuck me, lay discarded on the floor.

  I never wanted that night to end, but of course, like all good things at some point everything comes to an end. Jacob had gently pulled himself from my body, carefully picked and peeled every bit of wax from my back and ass crack. My skin prickled in every place the wax had dried over me, but he was so gentle. He’s always gentle after being so rough.

  He was still gentle when he led me to the small shower in the room where we’d played and washed his name off every inch of me. I was sad to see how easily the crayon came off, I would have proudly worn his name every day, but I have something better than washable crayon to remind me of his love. My fingers reach up to the locket hanging delicately at my throat. A smile comes over my lips as I twirl the small book between my fingers, the pictures inside of the locket aren’t ours, but the story it tells is.

  We’ve been writing this story for almost three months now and it’s still so young. There’s still so much for us to discover and to conquer as a team. He fucking loves me and I love him too. Still smiling, my gaze bounces around the shop, watching the people as they come and go.