Into His Keeping

by Faulkner, Gail

  Holdin watched her cheeks hollow as she pulled on his cock with noisy suckles. His lids were lazy as he gazed at the bare-breasted whore at the end of his dick. He smiled to himself. Grasping her head again, he pressed into her mouth. “Relax your throat. You’ll learn how to take this properly. Breathe through your nose.” He pressed into her relentlessly. Her neck stiffened in refusal.

  “That’s three for later,” he told her silkily. “I feel you stiffen in refusal again, I’m going to count it as two instead of one. Take it, bitch. I want my cock down your throat and I will fuck you that way. Try again…ah, that’s it. There.”

  He was finally pressed into her, past the back of her mouth and into her contracting throat. Her hands were fisted at her sides and he frowned down at them. Not very submissive as she took cock.

  “Hands behind your back,” he snapped.

  Jill’s arms swung behind her to clasp hands behind her back. The movement straightened her posture and suddenly the effort to hold the cock forced down her throat was easier. She couldn’t stop making guttural sounds around the thick impaler.

  Holdin chuckled. “You are a loud one, aren’t you?” Her throat was contracting in strong spasms though he knew she was breathing normally. The milking she was giving him tightened his balls. He didn’t try to hold back. Coming down her throat had been his intention. Doing it relatively quickly would be best for both of them. He’d have more time to play with her and she’d be very clear this face-fuck was for him. Not her. A good way to start with the needy whore on his cock.

  “Very nice,” he approved harshly as his body jerked in shallow thrusts. The tightening of tendons came quickly. Just looking at her taking it deep and hard, a hood covering her eyes and her breasts trembling below his balls did it for him. Grunting with male urgency, he welcomed the flash fire of release. It swept over him and he pumped his seed down her.

  Then he held her there as he enjoyed the damp warmth of her opening. His cock began to soften and he still hadn’t pulled out of her. She held him, her lips closed around the base of him, her nose pressed into pubic hair. Even semi-soft he remained deep in her, forcing her throat open.

  At last he slowly pulled out. “Lick it clean.”

  Jill’s tongue swept over his retreating cock, quickly trying to obey. Dropping out of her mouth, his soft cock dragged over her chin. Holdin grasped her elbows and stood her up.

  “Stay,” he directed.

  Jill was trembling and he smiled. Time to see how hot the little slut was from her face-fuck. If he knew her, there would be a huge wet spot on the panties. She would wish she could hide it from him. His little whore still blushed like a schoolgirl when he found her wet and needy. He’d realized his submissive loved being found out. She loved being made to acknowledge it even more. It made her gush every time when he directed her to take off the panties and hold up the wet spot for inspection.

  “Step out of those panties. Show me the wet spot,” he directed.

  Jill quickly pulled the panties down, her head remained stiffly straight up because of the collared hood. She fumbled when trying to figure how to hold up her wet spot when she couldn’t see it.

  “Use your cheek to find it. Rub the silk until you come to it,” Holdin snarled in some impatience. Letting her know he’d have thought she should figure that out.

  What little of her face he could see blushed deeply as she rubbed her panties on her face. It wasn’t that difficult. When she held them up, most of the silk was damp.

  “My greedy little whore loved her face-fuck,” Holdin mused softly as her shaking hands held the telling silk up. “So wet you couldn’t find a dry spot. We’ll see if we can do something for that needy cunt.” Dry amusement rippled in his tone. Holdin took her elbow and led her across the floor.

  Jill had no idea where they were going. His demanding use of her mouth had consumed her and now she was disorientated as he walked her somewhere. They stopped. Holdin let go of her but she didn’t move.

  There were several sounds as metal clicked into place on something. Every snick of a pin slipping into a slot on whatever they were standing beside was a hard pull on her womb. Excitement and fear created a buzz so intense her womb contracted with each click. Warm streams of need snaked down her inner thighs as she stood and waited.

  His hands landed on her waist from behind. He lifted her easily. “Bend your knees back. Try to put your heels on the back of your thighs and spread,” he instructed.

  Jill attempted to follow his instructions while he dangled her in midair. He grunted and slid her onto a firm, padded surface that supported her from her pelvic bone up. But the board was tilted down sharply, raising her ass. Her knees slid into padded stirrups on either side of the board. She was basically kneeling with head down, ass up. The padding was comfortable but the cool leather bands being secured around her body were disturbing.

  A thick band just above each knee bound her kneeling legs to the stirrups. One around her waist secured her to the tilted table, pulling her body in an arch. There were handlebars attached to the post below the padded board her head rested on, her hands naturally grasped them. He didn’t bother with restraining her hands. In this position, securing them was not required. She couldn’t reach behind her. Her body was completely available, spread and restrained.

  “Remember,” he murmured darkly. “Not a word unless asked a direct question.” Then he was gone. His hands left her body and the hood muffled most sounds. If he’d moved away from her, she had no way of knowing where he was or what he was doing.

  Lying there, secured in a kneeling position with her ass jutting up and her legs pulled wide, Jill had never felt more vulnerable. More exposed and completely helpless. She couldn’t hear him. The restraint around her waist allowed a small amount of movement and she couldn’t stop her bottom wiggling in agitation. With each second that ticked by, the excitement and anticipation mounted in her mind. The burn from her exposed pussy grew to what she thought was unbearable.

  Then to her left she heard water running. It was the shower? What?

  Warm spray hit her squarely on cunt and ass. Jill jerked in surprise.

  “Be still.” His hand landed on her butt with a hard snap. Harder than he’d ever touched her before. Jill froze.

  “Good. Now hold still.”

  The water shut off and then she felt him rubbing something into the curls surrounding her sex. Jill sucked in a gasp. She knew what was coming now. He was shaving her. In this position, in this room with the handy spray shower, it’d be quite easy. The prospect of being even more naked shook her mentally.

  They’d talked about it but somehow never gotten around to it. His doing it now was pure possession. He would see all of her. He’d told her before that being shaved would make her more sensitive. That was probably the reason she’d not been in a hurry to do it. Being more sensitive to his touch seemed impossible. She’d known he wanted her to. There was no longer a choice. He would have her exposed and completely receptive to his use.

  The razor started around her opening, swiftly scraping up her labia. When they were naked, two fingers spread them and he rid her of the hair between. Rinsing the razor often, he continued with the clinical shave, carefully swooping around the top of her slit. His fingers pulled and prodded, stretching her for the razor with efficient ease.

  Done a few minutes later, he rinsed her then rubbed another cream over her now naked folds. His fingers coated every surface and crevice, dipping inside her cunt for several firm thrusts. His fingers left her for a second then returned to smooth the cream around the crinkled opening of her ass. Her body clenched in surprise. The coating on her cunt had begun to warm, sinking into newly shaved skin with a slightly uncomfortable tingle.

  Now he was rubbing it on her ass and she couldn’t help the tightening of her sphincter. His index finger tapped her ass in demand. Jill gulped in air to prepare herself but she didn’t move fast enough. His other hand landed on her with another stinging slap.

/>   “That’s four and five,” his deep voice rumbled above her. “Push back and open ass.”

  Jill squeezed her eyes shut beneath the hood and relaxed for him. Two fingers, not one, plunged into her. The slippery cream was swirled around her interior as his hand on her stinging cheek pulled her open even more. The fingers in her ass fucked in and out for what felt like several minutes. Then there were three in her. The intrusion was steady, a firm demand on her orifice, opening her to stretch around him as he injected even more of the cream into her.

  The flesh of her shaved pussy was now tingling and hot. Inside and out. It didn’t burn, it was just uncomfortably warm and felt like champagne bubbles were popping on it. Jill was gasping and moaning as he screwed the wicked cream deep into her ass.

  Then his fingers were gone. Water ran in the sink and she could hear him washing his hands. At her side again, he loosened the strap around her waist one notch and then nothing. No sound, no touch.

  The fire in her cunt and ass built. Moaning in frustration, Jill realized the loosened strap allowed her to squirm. Ass and cunt high in the air, she couldn’t control the need. Seeking some relief from the fire he’d smoothed over her, her body helplessly wriggled in an effort to bring her legs together to rub the engorged folds. She needed to be rubbed so bad.

  In the complete darkness of the hood, her ass and cunt on fire and demanding relief, she didn’t realize it when low growls erupted from her lips as her exposed bottom moved in desperate demand for some attention. Then the light aroma of one of Holdin’s expensive cigars wafted past her nose.

  Jill thought her head would explode as she realized he was sitting somewhere watching her writhe in need, smoking a cigar. Totally naked to his view, every inch of her open, he was enjoying his handiwork. Her head thrashed as she whipped it around trying to find where he was. Her lips pulled back from her teeth in a grimace of deep rage and need. Almost ready to forget his command of silence her mouth opened.

  He spoke into that moment. “Is there something you need, little whore?” his quiet question made her gasp in reaction.

  About to tell him what an ass he was, along with a load of other things, he stopped her again. “Before you answer, remember, you have five coming already. Careful you don’t add to that total.” His voice was not near. He was some distance away.

  Jill’s head was turned to him, her teeth clenched as she breathed hard through the need.

  “Be a good whore and ask nicely. You might get what you want.”

  In hard gasping words, she said very slowly, “Please let me off this thing.”

  “Certainly” was his smooth reply. “But think carefully. If you get off it, I will not assist you. Is that really what you want?”

  “Yessss,” she hissed at him.

  His hands were undoing the straps on her legs, in a few seconds she was free and he gently helped her up off the tilted table.

  Jill couldn’t stand still. Her hand went immediately to her burning pussy to rub it, regardless of how she looked spreading her legs for her hands.

  “You weren’t given permission!” he snapped, pulling her hands away, holding them by the elbows. “That’s six. Ask for what you need.”

  Jill froze, trying to work out what he wanted from her. She needed relief and she needed it now. In the dark interior of her hooded world, the needs of her body were magnified. He’d told her he wouldn’t assist her, whatever that meant. She didn’t care. She needed a touch now! “May I please touch myself,” she asked shakily.

  He pulled her a short distance away before answering. “Certainly. Here, lay down on this.” Her feet touched the edge of a blanket. Holdin was helping her down. Jill found her bottom on the blanket. “You may do as you please as long as your legs are open,” he told her softly. “Close them and you will be restrained in the proper position.”

  Jill gasped in reaction to the rub of the blanket on tender skin. Her body reclined back to lift needy genitals off it with straining legs. Both hands went to the fire, rubbing over drenched folds but it wasn’t enough. Sobbing in relief, two fingers sank into her constricting channel. The relief was so intense her knees clenched together on her trapped hand.

  “I told you what would happen,” he commented quietly above her.

  Hard hands grasped her legs. She couldn’t bring herself to take her fingers out of her needy pussy so there was no resistance as soft straps were closed around her thigh just above the knee of one leg. The other was jerked open and restrained the same way at the end of the bar between them. The bar was pulled up, bringing her knees up somewhere above her breasts. There was a click at the ring on her choker, and another above her.

  She couldn’t pull her legs down. The bar was connected by a short leash to her hood. Her body was slightly bent, knees above her, spread wide. Her weight rested on her back. The blanket was hardly any covering for the concrete floor.

  The shock of the hard bar ensuring her legs remained open rocked her, spiraling her into a dark place of growing excitement. How could his command of her body be even greater? Even more disturbing was how quickly that concern evaporated as her free hands moved over herself. In this position she could reach both screaming cunt and burning ass. Slick with her own juices, two slim fingers disappeared in her ass. Two from the other hand pumped in and out of her cunt and Jill moaned in snarling pleasure at the touch she gave herself.

  Whatever it was he’d spread on her, it was a low fire that exploded to the touch. It created need and hunger. At least she thought it did. It drove her to do things. Made her do things.

  She knew he was somewhere watching. She’d never done such a thing in her life. Somehow the hood closed her into her own world. It didn’t matter. Even though she could smell his cigar, hear him shift nearby, she couldn’t stop. Her busy hands rubbed and plunged into hungry openings.

  Grunting in pleasure, her fingers drove her up the peak she craved so bad.

  “Remember. Ask for what you need.” His low voice broke into her dark, private world.

  Jill’s fingers slowed and she panted hard, trying to gain some control. Coming without permission was something she’d never dreamed of doing. Never. The harsh demand of her body was clamoring at her.

  The cream he’d smoothed on her didn’t burn anymore. Now it was all her. She’d stimulated herself deep into hedonistic desire. And he’d watched. Suddenly she could feel his eyes on her and another rush of depraved pleasure washed through her. He’d watched. He’d even restrained her so there was no obstacle to his view as her hands stroked and fingered both her cunt and ass.

  At no time had he hid the fact that he watched. He’d been very deliberate about preparing her to give him this show. She couldn’t escape the fact that she’d known and loved it. Every minute of her self-gratification she’d known he watched her.

  Heat rolled up her body. Its sharp flames burned through the bite of embarrassment ‘til there was only a faint remnant of it. She’d known he was there. Every single second she’d known it. He’d watched her. He knew her. He’d given her this.

  “Please, may I come?” she gasped in a strangled whisper.

  “What are you?” he asked softly.

  “Your whore.”

  “Then you may come if you use the dildo beside you,” he answered smoothly. “It’s a double. Shove it in both holes. It’ll be easier for you.”

  Jill could barely reach her ass, the promises of deep, satisfying penetration, even if he watched, brought a grateful moan. Her hand searched the blanket beside her and found the dildo. Her fingers explored it briefly. It was thick, one side fatter than the other. Both equally long. The middle was softer to bend and fit in any set of orifices. Turning it quickly, she had no trouble choosing where to put the thicker end.

  Her legs restrained up, both hands available to press the fatter head into her ass, the other into cunt. It sank into her and Jill’s head arched back, pulling her knees higher in the air. It felt so good, so damn good. But it was difficult to pull
and push it. She tried so hard but the resistance of her body slowed the motion she needed. Sobbing she strained and couldn’t quite reach the pressure and strength to push her over the edge.

  “Ask for what you need,” he said quietly again.

  Gasping in frustrated sobs, Jill’s hooded head turned to his voice. “Please, please help me. Fuck me hard.”

  “Are you asking me to use the dildo on you?”

  “Yes!”

  “Certainly, but this might be more comfortable for you.” He deftly lifted and rolled her so she rested on her knees. The bar and its leash held her in a tight crouch but it was much more comfortable.

  “Lift. Ask for it,” he instructed.

  In this position Jill could straighten her legs and raise her ass. Asking physically and verbally for the fuck. “Please, fuck me,” she sobbed.