Into His Keeping

by Faulkner, Gail

  “I see you’re tired,” Holdin observed the tremor in her hands and released her breast. His tone held the bitter sting of mockery. Sharper than any lash he could have used, the words bit into her. “Time for my pretty whore to learn why the lovely old lounge chair started its life in a brothel.”

  His arm around her waist and a fist in her hair to pull her upright again, Holdin turned Jill to face the old-fashioned ladies’ chair. It was exquisite. Its short back was a gentle roll of cushioned damask. The arms were also padded and only long enough for a lady from the early West to rest her elbows on it as she swung her legs and long dress up on the undulating cushions. It appeared a genteel piece of furniture from a bygone era.

  Jill sucked in a sharp breath at his statement and Holdin continued. “See all that sashing and fringe skirting the thing? They hide so many handy items for holding the whore in position. Ass up has always been a favorite. Come on. Let’s see how it works.”

  Jill hadn’t thought he could drive her deeper into the whirling pleasure-pain of this aggressive control. She’d been wrong. The prospect of being bound for his use, openly displayed in every way caught at her like a sharp spinning star of excitement and embarrassment. Her entire body started trembling in anticipation and she had to bite her lip to remain silent.

  Holdin stood her behind the chair and sharply pressed her head over the low back and down toward the seat. “Drop your toys and grab the arms.” The command was harshly clipped and Jill obeyed immediately.

  Her wrists were quickly secured with soft leather straps that came up from beneath the wide padded arms. She was bent over the back of the chair and restrained in two seconds, Jill thought he was done. Not so. He swiftly pulled two straps up from beneath the chair and snapped them around her ankles. The leather straps forced her stance to match the width of the broad sofa chair. Bent and spread, she couldn’t move. Her weight was mostly supported by the deep cushioning of the rounded chair back. She wasn’t uncomfortable physically but she was totally, helplessly exposed. Immobilized as she’d never been before.

  Holdin stepped back to look at the results of imprisoning her. “I can see why every room needed one of these,” he growled to cover the almost knee-buckling realization about how they’d gotten to this harshly erotic place where her body gushed in excitement as he forcefully demanded her submission. They were in this place together and there could only be one of two possible explanations for it.

  Looking at Jill submitting to this dark passion was almost drugging as he pushed her hard. The woman who wanted to run from him could not have come down this path with him. That frightened, distrustful female should have whirled on him like a wildcat when he ripped her bra out from under her arms. When he’d started taking, not asking.

  There were only two reasons strong enough to hold her in this room. One was love and the other was hate. She either loved him enough to trust him, even now. Or she hated him so much she was letting him dig his own grave. Her submission was pushing him as hard as he was pushing her. Maybe harder. Either way they were both in too deep to stop now. His fate was sealed. He would not turn back and they would never be the same from here on out.

  Grimly, Holdin walked around the chair to the drawer for the other item he needed.

  Jill heard a rip and then he picked up the dildo from under her nose. Craning her head up, she watched him pull a condom over it. Then he grabbed the tube of lubricant.

  Behind her again, he didn’t bother talking as he laid the dildo on the top of her ass and a hand roughly pulled one of her ass cheeks farther to the side. Suddenly the cold nozzle of the lubricant was jammed against her opening, the small protrusion of its head inserted into her body. He squeezed the chilly grease directly into her opening. Jill gasped and would have strained away if it were possible. It wasn’t.

  He grunted at her flinch. Removing the lubricant from her ass opening, he picked up the dildo to apply some to it. He slathered her impaler as he enjoyed the view she presented.

  “Look at my little whore. Dripping down your leg in excitement already and you’re only thinking about this stick up your ass. Damn, I like that in a slut. Right now I’m going to enjoy watching this go in while that juicy pussy weeps for attention.”

  The hard head of the dildo teased her opening in small circles. “Push back and open for it. You know how, Jill.” He held the dildo with light pressure at the tight flower of her back entrance, waiting for her to accept it physically. “If you can’t manage to do as told, I’ll be happy to encourage you by turning this bottom red. Very pretty to watch a bright red ass accept its fucking,” he warned darkly.

  Making her physically accept her ass-fucking this way drove Jill deeper into the amazing place Holdin took her. He dragged her darkest desires up and let her enjoy them by commanding her to be exactly what she was. He knew she loved this feeling and knew she felt shame over that. As if it were wrong. Holdin commanding her to participate and bare her desires to his will freed her from the shame and bound her to him on an elemental level. She needed this from him. He never let her down.

  Jill’s opening relaxed as she pushed back. The head of the dildo slipped inside her and a new level of submission, pleasure and pain rocketed through her. He held it there while she breathed through the initial shock of it forcing her open around it. Then slowly he pressed in, twisting the long tool as it entered her to spread the lubricant he’d injected in her. In unrelenting demand, the plastic phallus drove into her. It stretched her open with a very clear disregard for her comfort, though it never crossed the line into pure pain. As always, Holdin’s hand knew exactly where that line was.

  Finally seated deep in her bowels, only the very end protruding from her ass, Holdin chuckled again. “Now I’m gonna show you how fun you can be, Jill. If you come without permission, I will stop and spank your pussy. Not your ass. Your pussy. So be a good girl and take it as long as you’re told to.”

  The dildo in her ass started vibrating as Holdin repositioned his cock while crudely holding her labia open so he could shove into her contracting vagina. “Nice,” he purred as this time he slowly thrust in and pulled out.

  “Vibrating cunt. Very nice. God, you amaze me. Look at your needy ass turned up and stuffed. And you’re so wet waiting for your cunt-fuck that you’re about to make a puddle on the carpet. Damn, Jill. You do make a fine whore.”

  The slow friction of his use drove Jill insane as he wallowed in his enjoyment of her tight channel, made even tighter by the thick vibrator filling her rectum. His large cock forced its way in and out of her with relentless demand. Each thrust grated along her pleasure centers with no relief. He was in no hurry.

  His previous entries had been rough and fast. Hard banging that brought her to the edge sharply but never let her over it. This slow fuck with the vibrator stimulating both of them was insanity and torture. Pain and pleasure. It was unlike anything Jill had ever experienced in the past.

  With each hard intrusion, she plunged deeper into the dangerous world of dark addictions and even darker needs. He took her there with the skill of master. One who knew the way and enjoyed the journey. Her soul trembled and wrapped around the anchor of his strength, clinging to him as if she looked over the sharp rocks of a cliff face. He would hold her above them or she would be lost. There were no other options for her now.

  Her entire body shuddered as she battled the rising orgasm with muffled grunts to each thrust in and out of her body. Holdin leaned down over her back so his mouth was close to her ear. “You’re close, aren’t you? Little whore loves her ass full as a cock fucks this pussy. This time you’re going to wait for it like a good slut. I’m going to come in this pretty pussy then in that needy ass. You will not come until I’m ready to use your mouth again. Do you understand? You will not release until you’re swallowing semen.”

  Jill moaned in protest as his teeth closed over her shoulder but she nodded. Holdin’s hips picked up speed as he plunged into her. His excitement radiated off him in wa
ves of almost visible sparks. He held her beneath him in what could have been a brutal control. His mouth clamped over her shoulder was a primal declaration of dominance that shot through her. His hands reached around to crush her breasts while he fucked her with increasingly powerful strokes.

  The savage energy beneath his skin built with a fury of intensity. She’d known this storm of need and hunger raged in him but he’d barely let her glimpse it before. His iron control always held it at a distance from her as if he were afraid it would hurt her. Not this time. In this moment he was hers as he’d never been before. All of him. He’d given up his control to her as surely as she’d submitted to his will. Jill’s heart felt as if it would burst as her body reveled in the greed of her man. He needed her as desperately as she needed him. She’d never known that before.

  His teeth released her shoulder as he slammed into her. She could feel his cock swell and his body tighten and then his head went back. A harsh shove buried him deep in her body with fierce power and he roared his release. His hands on her breasts clenched in spasms of pleasure he was unable to control. That sharp pain distracted her enough to keep her from helplessly following him over the edge into ecstasy.

  Hot jets of possession painted the walls of her womb as the man marked his woman. Jill was so sensitive as to be aware of every spurt. He’d never taken her to this edge of excitement and not let her over before. For a few dizzying seconds she was afraid feeling his seed deep in her body would be enough to make her lose control.

  Holdin lay over her panting for only a few seconds. He released her breasts and flipped open the snaps on the leather cuffs around her wrists as he peeled himself off her back.

  “Don’t move,” he growled in guttural command as he pulled out of her and stepped away from her body. His hands were at her ankles, releasing those straps as well. Jill stood perfectly still and waited for his instructions.

  Her body blazed on a shuddering high of erotic sensation and there was nothing she needed more than his next command. Tears dripped off her cheeks as even the slight breeze of the air around her as he moved stimulated her sensitive pussy lips.

  Behind her out of her sight, Holdin stumbled back against the wall and stared in awe at her bent form. He’d dreamed of fucking Jill in every way imaginable but nothing prepared him for the reality of losing his mind in her body. Their play had always been harshly controlled on his part. He’d never allowed himself the freedom of fucking her as he wanted to.

  Her sweet body was so turned on right now she could hardy stand it. He knew her signs. Reading her level of excitement was one of his best talents. He’d fucked her long and hard, even coming, and her eyes were dilated, her expression dreamy with the intensity of a woman on a sexual high. His precious Jill was having the time of her life. He’d thought she was trying to get away from him. Had she really been pushing him? Trying to get off the pedestal he’d always had her on? He would never have gone this far into his dominant personality with her if he hadn’t been desperate.

  Right now he was betting the future, his life, on the fact that what held her beneath him was the same emotion that overwhelmed him. If she loved him, this all made perfect sense. If she hated him, she at least loved this. Either way, they were meeting in the most intimate way possible and he’d take what he could get. If this was all he’d ever have with her, it was a damn sight better than most men experienced with their wives. He would do exactly what he’d promised. Keep her any way he had to.

  She was his woman, his whore, and she damn well was going to be his wife. Holdin straightened off the wall and strode back to the shuddering, gushing woman he couldn’t get enough of and no longer worried that he had to be careful with. Oh he’d always be sure she was safe, but he wasn’t going to be cautious about wanting her.

  His hand landed on her dripping cunt in a sharp slap, two fingers entering her sticky opening and her body jerked in shock. The other hand on her shoulder, he pulled her up off the back of the chair onto the fingers in her. The heel of his palm kept the vibrating dildo deep in her ass as she now stood trembling in front of him.

  Holdin pressed his body up her back, bending to place his lips at her ear as he growled in satisfaction. “Last time I fucked this cunt bareback, I didn’t even come in it and you got pregnant. This time I know you had your period last week. So you shouldn’t be ovulating but who knows? I don’t care.”

  His free hand reached around to spread over her lower abdomen. Massaging it in firm strokes, he continued. “This belly is mine. I’ll fill it with a baby and don’t think for a moment I’ll worry about discussing it with my whore. You are mine,” he hissed.

  Jill’s head turned and big eyes blinked at him as if she were having a hard time following his reasoning. Holdin smiled grimly as she understood what he was saying and gulped back a gasp. “That’s right. I intend to have more children out of you. Right now I’m going to show you how this chair works as a baby maker.”

  His fingers still buried in her cunt, he felt her respond to his statement about children. Her body had gushed agreement. Perhaps two fingers up her was the best way to discuss anything. Lord knew he wouldn’t mind.

  Walking her around the chair, he had to pull his fingers out to sit her down. The reclining back bent her body at an angle. Pulling her knees up, he strapped her thighs open with the bands from the short arms. Cunt and ass were tilted up and available. The sharp tilt also trapped his seed in her body, forcing her to let it do its thing.

  “See how that works?” He stepped back and took his time looking at her because he knew she was reacting intensely to this position. “Keeps the whore open and fuck holes tilted up. While your mouth is available like this.” He swung a leg over the chair, straddling her in the space behind her drawn-up knees. Her mouth lined up with his cock and he shoved into her.

  “Good girl,” he crooned when she immediately started sucking on the cock buried in her. He didn’t move. “Suck it, bitch. I’m going to fuck that ass and we both know how much you love a fat, hard cock. Taste your greedy pussy… That’s it, lick it off.”

  Jill’s unrestrained hands grasped his shaft as she sucked him as hard as she could. Her head couldn’t move so she tentatively pushed back so see if he’d let her explore him. His hips moved and the hard, veined tool slowly pulled back, allowing her to swirl her tongue around it. Pulling back to present her with the fat head he demanded her attention to it without saying a word. He might know her body but the other side of that was she knew how to drive him over the edge too. Licking strokes worked his shaft, dragging up over the head to sweep his opening with swirling flicks.

  The scent of their sex filled her nostrils as she licked her own taste off him.

  “Open your mouth. I want to watch you lick it. Yeah, just like that,” he commanded harshly as she did as directed.

  Cradling his shaft with both hands, Jill worshipped it with her tongue. Holdin leaned over to clutch the back of the chair as she rubbed his pre-cum over her cheeks, painting her face with him then returning to bathe every inch of him she could reach. One of her hands reached to gently massage his balls while the other firmly pumped the base of the cock she worshipped.

  “Enough!” Holdin snapped as he felt the tingling skitter up the back of his legs. She was damn good at this. He pulled out of her mouth and swung off the chair.

  Reaching down to stroke his wet cock in her face as he stood beside her, his face was pulled in a grimace that bared his teeth as he looked down at her. “Looks like I’m ready to enjoy me some ass.”

  Holdin grabbed another condom from the toy drawer and smoothed it down his engorged cock.

  Jill watched. Her face glistened with his mark. Her lips were swollen and her nose red. Her widely restrained legs displayed her more harshly than any stirrup table would have and she was a dripping, contracting, shuddering mess. She couldn’t have looked more like a fuck toy if she’d tried.

  He still had a few adjustments to make though. Holdin grabbed a pair of n
ipple clamps from the drawer. Jill’s eyes widened and her head shook no.

  “Oh yes,” Holdin snarled in satisfaction. “Whores do not get to say no. Weren’t we clear on that earlier?” He was beside her again and without warning, he brought his open palm down on her pussy.

  The sharp spank made Jill scream through gritted teeth as stabbing fire shot up her body. Pain wasn’t the problem. That touch ignited every tingling cell in her body and she was on the edge just that fast. It would have been too late, but just as she felt the rush, he took hold of both her nipples and harshly pulled out and up.

  “Oh no you don’t,” Holdin snapped as he held her breasts up by the tender tips. “Don’t even think about it, whore. You’re not coming. Your job is fuck toy. Concentrate on it. These will help.” He released her nipples to hold each breast and clamp plastic-coated teeth around her now distended nipples.

  Jill gasped in shuddering reaction. Pain burned through her breasts at first and tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn’t know if she were crying because of the clamps or because of the near orgasm. Still panting with an open mouth, she watched him caress her breasts for a few seconds as he watched the clamps do their work. “Thank me,” he commanded softly as he looked at the clamps.