Silent Daughter 3: Owned

by Stella Noir

  “What is this?” I ask, referring to the toy he just placed inside of me. “What will hap-”

  “Steak,” he says, gesturing to our plates. “Whiskey-glazed flat iron steak, to be precise. With grilled potatoes and a salad. You do like steak, don’t you?”

  He looks at me, wearing an innocent smile like a nice guy.

  I am shivering and well aware that my cheeks must have a similar color as the tomatoes in the side salad.

  “Yes, thank you,” I whisper.

  He also brought two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. Cabernet Sauvignon Merlot, a good choice as far as I can tell. He opens the bottle and fills our glasses. The smile on his face is anything but innocent as he solemnly raises his glass and beckons me to clink with him. I do, and each of us takes a cautious sip. The wine is dry and topped off with a strong grape taste, a decadent flavor and perfect companion to steak.

  “You must be quite the chef,” I comment as we start eating. “And you know your way around the perfect dinner, wine and everything.”

  He shrugs. “If this is your way of asking whether I cooked this myself, yes, I did.”

  “I know you do,” I say, and he raises his eyebrow.

  “Or well… I guessed you would,” I correct myself. “Since I saw your kitchen.”

  “Right,” he says. “I almost forgot about you snooping around my house.”

  “Have you?” I ask, now raising my eyebrows. “Hasn’t this entire week been a punishment for exactly that?”

  He shrugs and takes another bite from his steak.

  “Not exactly,” he says, reaching down into his pocket again. “But maybe this is.”

  I yelp in surprise when the toy starts vibrating inside of me.

  Chapter 9

  LEONARD

  It is the most beautiful sight. To see her flinch when the vibrations start to mess with her core. I can hear them, but importantly, I can see the effect they have on her.

  Her eyes widen with disbelief, and she almost lets her fork and knife drop when they start. A sweet little moan escapes her lips when she repositions herself to get accustomed to the feeling inside of her. She was flushed and aroused before, but now her body turns into uncontrollable shaking, and she shifts around on her seat, eventually dropping the knife so she can support herself.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, casting her a mischievous smile. “Don’t stop eating, it’s going to get cold.”

  She glares at me, her lower lip quivering ever so slightly as she tries to speak.

  “I can’t,” she breathes. “Like this…”

  “You will have to,” I insist, nonchalantly picking up another potato and shoving it into my mouth as if I was trying to remind her how eating is done.

  She takes a deep breath of air and picks up her knife again, trying her best to hide the effect of the vibrations between her legs. I know it must be intense. I’m not kidding around when choosing my tools, and this one is good and strong, not meant for beginners. It will drive her mad.

  She continues to eat, casting me furious looks in between bites. The shaking eases down a bit, but she is still anything but steady and continues to move her cute little butt around on her seat.

  Every so often, she arches her back or tilts her hips slightly forward, as if she was trying to intensify the feeling.

  “Don’t you dare to come,” I warn her. “You know you’re not supposed to.”

  She whimpers.

  “I know that,” she hisses. “You’ve made that point very clear this week…”

  “And I don’t like that tone,” I remark.

  “Well, there are a lot of things that I don’t like either,” she snaps. “But I guess we’ll both just have to live with it, won’t we?”

  I shake my head. “So bratty tonight, and after I put so much effort into your dinner. Do you think that’s what a good girl should be doing?”

  “Maybe I’ve had enough of being the good girl,” she says, casting me a nasty look. “Being the good girl didn’t exactly pan out for me.”

  I know she’s referring to the orgasms I have denied her this week. Even though the reasons behind that are manifold, she does have a good point. Misbehavior and punishments did bring her to higher stages of ecstasy than obediently following my orders without questioning or back talking. She’s smart enough to figure that out.

  We continue eating in silence. She finishes her glass of wine a little too fast for my taste, but I don’t deny her extra when she asks me to refill it.

  “Thank you,” she says, bringing the glass to her mouth once again. She is not shaking as much anymore but sits in an unnaturally straight position, very aware of every fiber in her body and taking in the continuing vibrations like a champ.

  “You should drink some water, too,” I remind her, and she nods.

  “I will.”

  She scrapes the last few bites of her meal together and washes it down with a big gulp of water. Not very ladylike, but I will forgive her for that. It’s not like she is in full control of herself right now. We have been eating for quite a while, and the toy has been messing with her for the entire time. I am impressed at how well she handles it.

  She puts down her silverware and looks at me expectantly, trying to control her breath with all the strength she has.

  I smile at her. “What do you say?”

  “Thank you,” she says. “Master. It was very good.”

  “Good girl.”

  I put down my silverware as well and get up. Her eyes follow me as I walk around the table and approach the dresser. I come to a halt in front of it and turn around to her.

  “Come here to me,” I say. “On all fours.”

  She swallows hard, but follows the order and climbs down from her chair, crawling towards me on all fours. She hollows her back a little more today than she usually would, and her sweet ass keeps shaking from side to side seductively. I don’t know if she is doing it deliberately to impress me or if it is a reaction to the vibrations that keep toying with her, but it looks incredibly delicious either way.

  “Sit,” I order. “Back on your heels.”

  She knows what she has to do and sits back on her heels, placing her hand on her knees, palms down. She is breathing heavily, unable to ignore the toy inside her. I am pretty sure that this position only intensifies the feeling.

  I rummage through the drawers, not sure what exactly I am looking for. I know that today is going to be more about pleasure than pain, but I have yet to find the inspiration for what I am going to do to her.

  A wicked smile runs across my face when I open the drawer with my rope utensils, and a brilliant idea reveals itself.

  “Perfect,” I whisper.

  I look down at her and meet her eyes, dark green as they always are when the light is dim.

  “Face down,” I command.

  “Yes, Master,” she breathes, her voice full of anticipation and lust.

  She bends over, her behind still on her heels, stretching her arms out in front and placing her forehead on the floor in front of her knees. Her pale little body visibly rises up and down with every breath she takes.

  I enjoy the view for a few moments before I produce my tools from the drawer: a shorter piece of black rope and something else I haven’t used on her before. A stainless steel anal hook with a ring on top of it so that it can be attached to her collar. She doesn’t know what’s coming, but I’m sure she’ll love it.

  I grab a little bottle of lube from another drawer and walk around her and get down on my knees behind her. Her breathing accelerates, and she has trouble to remain still.

  I put my utensils on the floor next to me and place my hands on her behind. She sighs when I start squeezing her tight little ass cheeks.

  “Lift your butt,” I command her. “Just a little. And arch your back.”

  She does as she is told, granting me a better view and better access to her center. I gently pull at the pink string of the toy that is peeking out of her slick entra
nce. She squirms and moans desperately. The sounds she makes cause my cock to twitch even more so than the beautiful sight of her.

  I part her lips with two fingers and use another one to tease her swollen clit. Of course, she flinches as if I electrified her. Her center has been vibrating for more than half an hour by now; she must be on fire.

  “Don’t come,” I remind her. “Don’t you dare to.”

  She groans as I continue to circle around her nub.

  “Please, don’t,” she begs. “I can’t… if you keep doing that.”

  I chuckle.

  “How about this then?” I ask and remove my hand from her clit to spread her ass cheeks apart. She gasps when I start teasing her tight entrance with the same finger that is still damp from her clit.

  A deep groan escapes her when I slowly push it in, stretching her back entrance with my finger. My motions are slow and careful, as they should be, but she is soon asking for me.

  Liz leans back into me, almost losing her position as she raises her head for just a moment.

  “Greedy little slut,” I comment and withdraw my finger. “Stay in place. I don’t want you to move.”

  She sighs with disappointment, but I can hear her whisper: “Yes, Master.”

  I squeeze a few drops of lube on my fingers and another on her behind, gently massaging it in as continue to fuck her with my finger. She is moaning and shivering but doesn’t move, just like I told her. Her hands claw into the soft carpet as if she was holding on for dear life.

  “Do you think you can take more?” I ask while my finger still stretches her.

  “Yes!” she exclaims. “Yes, please!”

  I smile. “What a good girl.”

  I retreat my hand once again and add some more lube on the steel ball at the end of the anal hook before I spread her cheeks again and tease her entrance with it.

  She winces in surprise but doesn’t lose position even when I start pushing the ball against her tight hole.

  “Ah, ouch,” she exclaims as it is half way in. “Ouch, what the-”

  “Hush,” I interrupt her. “It’ll be over in a second.”

  A sweet little shriek escapes her dainty body when I push the ball all the way in and place the hook so that it is deep inside of her, with the ring resting on her back, waiting to be tied up.

  Chapter 10

  LIZ

  I am panting and sweating trying to process this new feeling. The vibrations have been hard enough, but now that they are accompanied by the feeling of that cold thing inside my ass, the stimulation is almost unbearable. I feel like I am going to explode any moment now.

  But I must not come. I am not allowed.

  If he denies me my orgasm tonight, I swear I will lose it. I will scream bloody murder, destroy this place, and rampage like a mad person because that’s what I will be. Mad, furious, out of my mind.

  “Oh, God…,” I breathe helplessly while he is still sitting behind me.

  “Not quite,” he says. “We better leave him out of this, don’t you think?”

  I bite my lip to suppress all the sassy remarks that come to mind right now. I’m not sure what exactly it is that he shoved up my ass, but it feels intense—surprisingly so—which, I think, is more due to the way it is positioned rather than the size of it. It only hurt for a few seconds when he first pushed it in, so I assume that there is some kind of ball at the tip of it, followed by some kind of steel pole. Or a hook, as it seems when he places it on my back.

  He slaps each of my butt cheeks once and not hard enough to hurt, but I flinch nonetheless.

  “Beautiful,” he assesses and adds two more slaps on each side. “Red suits you.”

  All I can reply with is a desperate moan. I want him so badly. If he would fuck me right now, I don’t think there’s much I could do to hold back my climax, which almost saddens me. I don’t want it to end, yet.

  I have a feeling that we are on the same page when it comes to that because Leonard gives no indications of wanting to give me release anytime soon.

  I can feel rope sliding across my back. He seems to be attaching it to the steel hook. I moan when he pulls on it, moving the ball inside of me.

  He leans over my back and gently moves my hair to the side so that my neck is free. I never realized it, but there seems to be another ring at the back of my collar as he uses it now to pull the other end of the rope through it and thus attach the hook to my collar.

  “Arch,” he orders. “You may raise your head.”

  I do as I am told and arch my back while he tightens the rope to keep me in position.

  “Good,” he says. “Stay like this.”

  I support myself with my hands, my head tilted back into my neck and my back hollowed almost to the limit. One last determined pull on my back tells me that he has fastened the knot to his satisfaction. He pulls on it here and there, moving the tight rope that is running across my back from side to side, causing the hook to move along with it.

  “Very good.”

  I remain in position while he gets back up on his feet and takes a few steps away from me, assessing my restrained body from afar.

  “Up on all fours,” he commands. “And turn around.”

  I follow his command, shivering and sweating as I slowly rise on my hands and knees and turn around to face him. Every movement increases the stimulation of the vibrating toy and the hook inside of me. I thought I was on the edge of coming while sitting at the dining table, but the way I felt then was nothing compared to how I am feeling right now. I cannot control my shivering when I lift my head to meet his eyes.

  He looks at me, fully in control of my pleasure even from afar. He has his hand inside his suit pants’ pocket, and a wicked smile appears on his face when he sees me noticing it. Judging from experience, he has some kind of remote control in there that allows him to literally push my buttons from a distance.

  I look up at him with wide eyes. He nods and the vibrations in my core seem to double in intensity. I groan and squirm, instinctively lowering my head, which stretches the rope between my collar and the hook at my behind. I bring myself back into position immediately, arching my back and raising my head to him.

  “Come here,” he says. “Slowly crawl to your Master.”

  I moan in agony but follow his order. Even the slightest movement sends new convulsions of lust through my agitated body. He didn’t have to tell me to crawl slowly; there is no way that I could move any faster than I am right now. I am terrified of what it might do to the stimulation at my core.

  I come to a halt in front of him. He is standing straight with his legs slightly apart and both hands inside his pockets.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” he says with a soft voice. “Utterly stunning.”

  “Thank you,” I breathe, unable to come up with anything clever to say. My mind is obscured by lust.

  I look up at him expectantly, awaiting orders, begging for orders. I will do anything if he just lets me come.

  “Show me what a good girl you can be,” he says, nodding towards his crotch.

  I nod and rise up on my knees so that I can reach his belt. I can see the effect I have on him through the fabric. When I open his pants pull them down to free him, his cock springs towards me, already fully erect. The sight fills me with pride and desire.

  I lean forward and take him between my lips, licking and sucking on him with relish. Everything on him is perfect including his impressively sized cock, but it makes playing with it a true challenge.

  Soon, I feel his hand on the back of my head, and he yanks his hips forward, forcing himself inside my throat until my nose is pressed against his pelvis. I should have known that this would happen because it always does, but I am surprised and choke and gag on him.

  He grabs a fistful of my hair at the back of my head and pulls me back, leaving me just a short moment to catch my breath before he pushes me back.

  “Watch the teeth,” he warns as he continues to fu
ck my face. “You do not want me sore just yet.”

  I reply with a suffocated moan, closing my lips around him protectively while the toy and the hook continue to tease me. Every shove back and forth causes a tight pull at the rope. It almost feels as if my ass was getting fucked while my g-spot is teased with continuous vibrations.

  I love hearing him moan, and my erotic pride grows when he adds his other hand at the back of my head and increases the speed of his thrusts. I cough and choke, suppressing the obvious gag reflex that comes with this harsh treatment.

  I am spitting saliva and panting for air when he is done with me. He pulls my head back by my hair and forces me to stare up at him.

  His face is flushed, and I see a little drop of sweat running along his left temple. It makes me smile.

  “You did very good,” he praises, and my eyes widen.

  This would be the moment where he would leave me. He would stop the vibrations, pull out the toy and the hook, and leave me here in heat, going mad with desire.

  Just as I make a move to beg him not to go, he casts my fear aside by saying: “Now crawl over to the bed. Don’t forget to show me that pretty ass while you do. Get on top of the sheets, I want to finish you there.”

  He wants to finish me!

  I nod eagerly. “Yes, Master!”

  I get back on all fours and make sure to hollow my back as far as possible, easing the strain of the hook and making myself look pretty simultaneously. I can hear him take his clothes off behind me and try my best not to turn around.

  I climb onto the bed and position myself on all fours. He didn’t say anything about not looking at him, so I place myself slightly sideways, so I can see him.

  He is quick and has already dropped everything he wore. If I weren’t already drooling from the face fucking, I definitely would now as I see him approaching me. Stark naked, his muscular body on full display with two sharp v-line pointing towards his crotch where he strokes his rock hard member, dripping with saliva and precum. My eyes linger on his tribal tattoo, following every line as they wander across the accentuated muscles on his upper arm and chest.