For Love & Torture_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “The glitter eyeshadow is a bit much, don’t you think, Master?” she asks me with a grin.

  “It makes you look slutty. Just for today, I want you to be my little slut. And the reason your Master is putting you into the shackles is because my little slut was caught letting another man kiss her sweet lips. Lips that only belong to her Master. So she must be punished for such an action.” I kiss those red lips only once then pull away from her.

  Using a Brooklyn accent, she says, “And what if I told you I liked kissing that other man, Master?” She places her hands on the wall, waiting for me to lock her up as she goes into actress mode.

  After a nice smack on the ass, I lean in close, licking up one side of her neck. “What if I told you, you would never get to feel my mouth on yours ever again until you proclaim your complete sorrow for disrespecting your Master the way you have, you little slut?” I give her another smack just for good measure.

  “And what if I told you, I could care less if you ever kiss me again? His mouth was warm on mine. It took my breath away and made my heart skip three beats. Your kiss has never done that for me, Master.” She shakes her ass at me, and I give her three strikes for her slutty mouth. She moans and whines, “Oh, please, Master. Don’t.” Then she laughs loudly, sounding like a real tramp. “You can’t hurt me. And you can’t kiss me and make me hot for you the way he can.”

  I know she’s just acting, but that shit is making me mad.

  Closing one of the clasps around her wrist, I do the same to the other then push her body against the wall, pressing my cock into the small of her back. “And now you will taste my flogger on your porcelain skin, you little slut.”

  “You can’t make me want you, Master. You may own me, but I still have free will. I still have desires you can’t tame. But I bet he can.” She laughs once more, mocking me.

  Moving the flogger in a figure eight motion, I tag her ass with intermittent slaps of the fronds of the many tailed small whip, one side then the other. “Your awful mouth and terrible ways have earned you a thorough beating, you shameless wench.”

  She laughs and laughs as if there’s no pain at all. “Even his punishment makes me hotter than yours does.”

  Oh, that is it!

  I throw the flogger to the floor and pull my belt through the straps, popping it behind her. “Let’s see if you think as much after you feel my belt across your backside.” Smack!

  Another harsh laugh. “Ha!”

  Oh, she is good!

  I give her another and another and still she laughs at me. “You should really give it up, Master. I will always be a slut, no matter how hard you try to fix me.”

  My cock is hard for her. Wanting to take her and show her who it is she belongs to. End her roaming ways. Take the sluttiness out of her and make her into a good girl.

  Easing up behind her, I run my belt up her back, caressing her tender flesh. I leave kisses along the side of her neck and hear her moan. Her neck is her weakness. I push the bulge in my pants against her ass. “You can be my good girl; I know you can. Don’t you want to be a good girl?”

  “Why should I want that, when being bad is so much more fun?”

  “Because bad girls get punished, and good girls get presents. Lots and lots of presents.” I start to hump her ass, and she pushes it back into me, wanting more.

  “Maybe if you showed me what kind of presents I’d get, it might make me change my mind, Master.”

  Taking her by the waist with one hand, I push the thin strap of leather that’s covering her ass to one side. Then I push the elastic waistband of my pants down, letting the beast free.

  I tease her asshole with the head of my cock. “This could be your present. Unending pleasure is what I can give you. If you’ll promise to be a good girl from now on, I’ll take my cock and plunge it into your ass. I’ll pump it and pump it until your body shakes with the most magnificent orgasm you’ve ever had.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she moans. “Do it.”

  “First you have to promise me you’ll never kiss another man again and you’re sorry for doing it.” I push only the tip of my dick into her asshole, and she moans as she tries to push back to get it in all the way. Only the shackles are holding her, stopping her from being able to do that. I kiss her neck once more as I whisper, “Promise me, slave.”

  “I promise, and I’m sorry, Master. Now please put your fat cock into my ass and pump it the way you said you would. Please, I’m aching for you.”

  “Now that’s what I want to hear. Good girl. Now you will get your reward.” I move my hands over her round ass then run one around, flattening it out on her stomach then holding her while I force my cock into her sweet asshole.

  She groans and so do I—she’s so tight around my cock. In and out I go, watching it move back and forth and being able to feel her stomach move with each thrust.

  It’s so tight and intense; I can feel pre-cum already seeping out of the tip of my cock, coating my shaft in the thick white cream. More and more comes out of me that it begins to drip down the crack of her ass each time I pull nearly all the way out.

  With my free hand, I run two fingers through the natural lubricant and reach around, pushing them up into her pussy, making her purr like a kitten. “Oh, Master, yes. Oh, you fuck me so well.”

  Holding her close, I can’t watch my cock go into her anymore as I finger fuck her and hump her hard and fast, lifting her feet off the ground with every deep thrust I make.

  Her body tightens as she moans with the orgasm and her pussy clenches around my fingers as my cock pushes into her ass even more, and I can’t hold back. I explode into her ass with a loud groan then stand still as I pump more cum into her.

  “Oh, baby,” I moan as I lean my body against hers, trying to catch my breath.

  She’s up against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Once I can breathe somewhat easier, I pull out of her and turn to go to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to wash her up. But I stop when I see a face, peering into the window.

  It’s broad daylight, and still, there’s a woman looking through the sheer curtain, watching us. And when I look around the room, I see there are women looking in every window, and none are bothering to turn away. None of them are leaving, knowing they’ve been caught spying on us.

  And then there’s a knock at the door, and my wife’s head snaps up. “Who could that be?”

  Thinking quickly, I grab the blindfold off the table and put it on her. She can’t see what I’m seeing. She’ll lose her mind. “I’ll see who it is and send them away.”

  As another way to make sure my wife is completely unaware of what’s going on, I turn up the radio to drown out our voices. I put my cock back into place securely in my pants and go to the door. There’s a chain at the top of it, and I leave that in place, only unlocking the doorknob and the deadbolt. I’m not about to open the whole thing and have something terrible happen.

  As if this isn’t terrible enough.

  The door opens about an inch and a half, and I see the face of a beautiful golden-haired woman. Her green eyes sparkle as she says, “Hello, neighbor. We came by to say hello, and it seems we’ve found you and your girlfriend in a bit of a precarious position. Not that we disapprove. We don’t at all. But we’d like to know if you plan on continuing this sexy little romp you two have going.”

  “And why is that, exactly?” I must ask.

  “Because we have a ritual we’d like to perform. It’s one we rarely get to do as it has to have the power of a man and woman having sex right in the middle of it. You see, we’ll feed off that raw sexual energy, and it’ll give us all the strength we’ll need for tonight.” She smiles at me and winks. “Halloween is one of our hardest nights. It’s like Christmas for Santa Claus.”

  “So you are the witches we were told about then,” I say as I nod, knowingly. “If I cooperate with you, do you think you can promise me that you’ll leave my wife and I in peace tonight? I promise to give you lots of sexual energy
to feed on if you make me that promise.”

  She puts her hand through the crack of the door. “We promise you we’ll leave you both alone tonight if you’ll do that for us. We can shake on that.”

  I shake her hand and close the door, feeling kind of happy about being left alone tonight, but kind of bad about putting my wife in the middle of some kind of a witch ritual without her knowledge that she’s involved in it.

  Oh, well, the odd things we find ourselves doing in life.

  As I lock the door back up, I wonder if I should inform Natasha about what’s going on. I mean, she deserves to know. Right?

  Then I walk back, heading to the bathroom to get that wet cloth and see the women are all holding hands, walking in a giant circle around the outside of the house, and their sheer number surprises me.

  It’s then I know that I can’t possibly let Natasha in on this. She’ll freak out and want to leave, and then the witches might become mad at us and make getting out of here a problem.

  Nah, I won’t tell her. I’ll just keep on with my plan, doing what I was going to do. I can pretend there’s no one outside, watching us. How hard could that be?

  Chapter 7

  Natasha

  The pitter patter of Nic’s feet comes back across the floor. “Who was that?”

  He doesn’t say one word until he comes back to me, a wet washcloth in his hand, moving it all over my private areas, cleaning me up. “The man who put up the lights. He wanted to tell me they’re all working.”

  “Okay, that’s odd, don’t you think?” I ask, as it seems kind of weird to me.

  “Odd?” He finishes up and adds, “Not really.”

  It occurs to me that the curtains on all the windows are sheer. “Oh, God! You don’t think he saw us in here, do you?”

  With a chuckle, he answers me, “Nah. He’d have been bright red with embarrassment if he’d seen us. And I watched him drive away. He’s gone. We’re all alone. Ready to keep going? I know that was a pretty intense orgasm you had there.”

  “And yours was right there with mine.” I have to laugh, as his body was shaking when he came.

  “It was.” He pinches my ass. “My sexy little used-to-be-slut before I tamed her.”

  “That you did. So, when does the blindfold come off and I come out of these shackles?”

  “The shackles will come off now.” He walks away then comes back with the key to the shackles and unlocks them. “Leave the blindfold on,” he says as he leads me away with him.

  Lying me down on the bed, I find him cuffing me to it. “A little more bondage it is then.”

  “Yes, all day it’ll be bondage and the blindfold. I’m not going to let you in on what will happen tonight, but that’s what’s in the cards for today, while the sun’s still up. And lots and lots of sex. Think you’re up for that?”

  “A little wine might help.”

  I hear him walk away and he comes back to me, lifting my head with one hand and placing the glass to my lips with the other. “Drink up.”

  I have to gulp the wine as he keeps it to my mouth. “Mmm.” I make a sound to let him know I’ve had enough.

  “Okay then. So back to it,” he sounds odd. Kind of nervous or unsure. He’s not acting right.

  I feel him climbing on top of me, his pants still on. “You’re leaving your pants on?”

  “Um, yeah. Yeah, I am. I’ll just pull my dick out. No reason to get all the way naked.” Then he chuckles. “You know, like the old days in the back of the limo.”

  “And I’m still dressed too,” I remind him, although the small leather strap covering my bottom areas is thin and easily moved to one side.

  “Yeah, well we’re going to keep it that way too.” He fumbles with his pants then moves the strap that covers my twat and pushes his semi-hard erection into me.

  “Oh, well, not quite there yet are we.” The man is all about foreplay, so this is really odd.

  “Yeah, well I wanted to do this little scene where I’m another man. One who’s not like the real me at all. One who you, the little slut you’re supposed to be playing, is having sex with. Think you can go with that?”

  Trying to conjure up the face of another man I feel attracted to, I nod when I bring up the guy who bags the groceries for me at the supermarket. He’s young but really cute. I could see him coming at a girl with a semi-erect cock. “Okay. Should I call you a different name?”

  “Oh, God no. If you do that, I’ll go soft for sure. Just say things like you fuck better than my Master and shit like that, but never—do not ever—call me another man’s name. Got it?”

  “I do,” I say with light laughter as it makes me happy to know he’s jealous even when we’re only pretending.

  He holds his body up off mine as he does the signature missionary moves, pumping and humping away as I lie perfectly still underneath him. It’s not that hot, so I try to make it hotter. Arching up to him, I use my fake Brooklyn accent once again, to stay in character, as I moan, “Oh, fuck me harder. We only have a few minutes before my Master returns home. If he finds you here, he’ll beat us both.”

  He moves faster, but it still feels so mechanical. So much like typical sex without any of the good emotions that come with great sex. “You like the way I fuck you, baby? You like me better than your Master?”

  “Yeah, baby. I do. Now fuck me and show me who I belong to. Steal this pussy away from my Master and make it yours, secretly.”

  His cock pulses a bit inside of me as he leans down, his mouth moving up my neck, biting my earlobe. “This pussy is mine, and I don’t want you ever to forget it. You little slut, you belong to me, not your Master. You are mine.”

  “Yeah, baby. Just like that. Only you know I do belong to him, right?” I ask, still using the accent.

  He fists my hair, pulling it hard. “I could kill him. Then you’d be mine.”

  Death now?

  “I don’t know about that,” I say as he makes some very hard thrusts.

  “I do. I’m going to kill your Master and take you over, you little slut. I’m going to keep you in my basement where I’ll fuck you whenever I want. In my basement, I’ll know you’re not fucking anyone else, only me.” He yanks my hair again, and his mouth comes down hard on mine. Like really hard. So hard our teeth are clashing, and then I even taste blood.

  “Ow,” I mumble, but he doesn’t let up as he fucks me hard and furiously.

  The music is turned up really loud. I don’t recognize the song, but there’s chanting in the background, and it’s kind of spooky.

  Fucking Halloween…

  Suddenly I feel Nic’s body lift up off me. Like completely off of me. “Nic? Nicholai?”

  Then he’s back on me, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I feel like I can’t think, and I can’t take in any air. Yanking my arms, I try to get away. I try to say anything, but can’t.

  His body is hot, so damn hot and he’s moving way too fast. Like abnormally fast. Like no human can move that fast. He makes a terrible growl; it doesn’t sound human at all. Then super-heated thick juices fill me as he makes more terrible noises.

  Finally, I gasp, taking in air. “Red! Red! Red!” I scream out our safe word.

  The most God-awful laugh fills my ears, shaking the bed, then his mouth is back on mine and he’s pumping away again. His cock is unbelievably hard again.

  Nothing feels real. I have to believe I’ve fallen asleep somehow and this is some kind of a nightmare.

  I can hear Nicholai’s voice, but it’s coming from somewhere far away. It sounds as if he’s not even in the cabin but far away, shouting for me, “Natasha! Natasha!”

  This is a horrible dream, and I wish I would wake up from it right now. “Nicholai? What the hell are you doing? Wake me up, Nic. Please wake me up.”

  Another crazy growl and the heat that flows through me is just too intense. I’m screaming from the way my body feels as if it’s on fire. And I hear Nic shouting again, but he’s much closer this time. “Natash
a! Hang on, baby!”

  Hang on?

  Where is he?

  What the hell is happening to me?

  And why can’t I wake up?

  Chapter 8

  Nicholai

  I was a fool, a complete and utter fool. Never in a million years would I have believed this if anyone told me this outlandish tale.

  But it’s completely true!

  “Natasha! Natasha!” I can see my body on top of my wife, but I’m not in it. Not at all. I seem to be drifting high above our bodies. I know it can’t be real as I’m so far away that I would have to be outside of the cabin, above the roof and unable to see inside, yet I can see. I can see everything.

  The witches are holding hands, walking in a circle around the outside of the cabin. Someone or something has taken my body over and is fucking my wife.

  Even though that’s my body, I’m still feeling jealous as I’m not currently in it. And I’m also feeling mad as hell as whatever is in my body is treating my wife like shit.

  Her screams are loud, and she’s called out the safe word several times. I suppose she thinks that’s me. I suppose there’s a chance she’ll hate me after this.

  There has to be a way to stop this, to fix what I’ve accidentally allowed to happen. If I had known that witchcraft was real, I would’ve never gone along with what they wanted to do.

  Targeting the head witch, the pretty blonde who asked me if they could perform this ritual, I look at her and only her, stabbing her with my eyes. If I have any that is. I have no idea what I look like.

  Pulling up what feels like my arm, I see nothing. I suppose I’m in what some might call my spirit form. Another thing I have never believed in.

  This Halloween is certainly teaching me a lot about things I thought weren’t real.

  It feels as if I’m moving as I hold my see-through hands in front of me and make a B-line for that bitch who fooled me. “Natasha! Hang on, baby!”

  Zooming down fast, I hit the head witch with a force that seems unnatural. It sends her flying through the air, breaking the circle and everything starts to vibrate.