by Sky Corgan
Damien forcefully pressed inside of me, though I was so used to his girth that there was little pain from it. He kept a hand on my throat as he thrust, putting his whole body into it. I stared up at him, watching a stranger move on top of me. It was the oddest thing to see him like this, far removed from the man I knew.
While I was a bit traumatized from the realistic role play, I decided not to let it ruin my mood. If there was one thing that I loved, it was Damien being rough in the bedroom, and this was about as rough as it got. As long as I didn't defy him, I should be able to enjoy the rest of the ride.
For the remainder of our coupling, I felt like a rag doll. My pussy ached from the intense pounding he gave it, fucking me as if it was the last time he'd ever get laid. I was bent and repositioned, struggling briefly every once in a while for sport, though I gave up the second that he started to get too violent.
Damien put me on all fours, and I tried to crawl away, though he pulled me back easily enough, giving me a hard slap across the ass and warning me not to move again. My pussy throbbed in response. If not for the memory of my punishment spanking, I might have tried again. The first strike had been a playful warning though. I would not be so lucky the second time around.
He tunneled inside my slick cunt, placing a hand on the small of my back as he jack hammered into me. Tiny contractions rolled through my clit, though I still hadn't had a full-on orgasm. For it being my birthday, the sex was all about his pleasure. Though I supposed if I was actually being raped, that's how it would go.
When Damien was done with my pussy, he pulled his cock out, rubbing it on top of my ass. Tired of holding up my weight, I rested my head on the pillow, shoving my butt up into the air. Hopefully, he'd eat me out. My cunt was so hot it felt like it might spontaneously combust. A good tonguing would sooth it a bit. I had a good dicking, now I need a good licking. I smirked at my silent little joke.
Damien was still rubbing his glans over my ass. He'd pause occasionally to spank me with his cock. I was just happy my pussy was getting a rest. There's no way I would be walking normal tomorrow.
My body tensed when Damien grabbed his shaft and started rubbing his dick between my ass cheeks. Instinctively, I looked back at him and said, “No.”
He grinned wickedly at me. “I don't recall you having a choice.”
“No, Damien,” my voice was stern.
He repositioned himself, leaning forward so his tip poked at the doorway of my pucker. “Don't move or it might hurt more.”
“What part of no don't you understand?” I straightened myself, but Damien just pushed me back down.
“No is not a safe word,” he reminded me, and I knew he was giving me my final chance to escape.
I licked my lips, thinking. Anal sex had never been something I wanted to do. This was an interesting scenario though. He had already done so many horrible things to me. My jaw was swollen from him slapping me. My neck was likely bruised. My pussy was on fire from overuse. This would be the icing on the cake of our play rape scenario, a scenario I honestly never wanted repeated. He could fuck me roughly as much as he wanted, but not like this. Never again like this.
“No,” I said finally, wondering what had gotten into me.
“Try to relax,” Damien told me, his voice suddenly a lot softer than before. “It will hurt a lot less if you relax.”
“Lube?”
“Yes, lube.”
He crawled off of the bed and went to the chest of drawers, opening up the second drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. By the time he returned to me, his cock was well lathered with it. I winced as I felt the first dab on my asshole. A warm blush crept up my face as he massaged it in, pushing a finger inside of me. I grunted at the uncomfortable intruder. This was not going to be something I enjoyed, I could already tell.
After a few minutes of prodding and rubbing, a second finger came to join the first. The pressure of the two fingers together was almost painful, and I wondered how I'd ever be able to take a cock back there. Damien was patient though, fingering the tight muscles of my backside into submission until he was able to glide effortlessly in and out.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I could only assume our play rape session was over. He was being far too gentle and considerate. Perhaps it was because I was finally giving him what he had wanted for so long, and on my birthday, no less. The bastard better enjoy this.
Damien gave his cock another coating of lube for good measure and then tossed the bottle to the side. My entire body tensed as he lined himself up between my legs. I can't believe I'm going to let him do this to me.
His meaty cock head pressed against my virgin entryway, which tightened from the feel of it. Damien gave me another gentle slap on the ass.
“Relax,” he told me.
“Easy for you to say,” I grumbled. “Am I going to give it to you up the butt after this?”
“No.”
He pressed forward, and I could feel my resistant muscles spreading. It was more unpleasant than painful. I gasped, realizing I had been holding my breath.
“Relax,” he said again.
Inch by inch, his phallus slid inside of me. My muscles went absolutely wild from the new intruder. Damien groaned in response, obviously enjoying it. I was too busy processing the strange new sensation to gain pleasure from it. It felt like an uncomfortable fullness, a bit painful, but nothing unbearable. Losing my frontal virginity had been far worse.
Finally, Damien was balls deep, and all I could think about was how horrible it must feel for him. He didn't share my sentiment though.
“This is gross,” I groaned. “I don't understand why you want to do this.”
“It feels great to me,” he replied. “Nice and tight.”
Very slowly, he began bucking. Surprisingly, it felt rather pleasant when he was pulling out, though pushing back in brought with it the filling discomfort. I grunted with each thrust, trying to focus on my body's response rather than my mind's disgust. Damien was more gentle than he had been all night, taking things slow and easy, the complete opposite of the man he had been only minutes before.
I allowed him to ride out his pleasure, amazed that my clit was beginning to respond with approving pulses. No. This is so wrong. You shouldn't be enjoying this. My mind and body were on two different wave lengths, and eventually, my body won over.
While it didn't feel as good as having him in my cunt, taking Damien's cock up my ass wasn't unpleasant. I rocked beneath him, biting my bottom lip, waiting for him to tire. He didn't tire though. Instead, he picked up the pace, sliding in and out of me until my pussy was a mess of confused contractions. My muscles back there had mostly atrophied, but occasionally they would still tense. Damien moaned in response, absorbed in his own pleasure.
Finally, when I didn't think that I could take anymore, I felt him push forward, his body stilling, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he pumped me full of his man juice. Does it really feel that good? I wondered. He was panting when he pulled away from me, his cock quickly softening from its expended efforts. Before I even had a chance to say anything, he was drawing me into his arms on the bed.
“You're not done yet,” I said.
“I'm not?” He gave me a quizzical look.
“I've got a muff burger with your name on it.”
He laughed. “Some of the things that come out of your mouth.”
“And some of the things I want in your mouth. Now get down there and light the candles on my birthday cake.”
As he descended between my legs, I could feel his soft breath on my warm folds. My pussy was absolutely swollen from all the abuse it had taken. Only his tongue could soothe it.
Damien probed a finger inside my opening, and I twisted my fingers into his hair, pulling his face up to look at me. “Tongue,” I told him. “Only tongue.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He smirked before diving in, engulfing my heated parts with his deliciously wet mouth.
I groaned in app
roval, letting go of his hair and falling back against the pillow, sighing contently as his mouth worked skillfully to sooth the burn. My clit throbbed against the weight of his tongue, a bubble of pulsing pleasure waiting to burst and flood my body. Damien was meticulously slow, staying between my legs far longer than ever before. He brought me up the hill of pleasure, only to let me tumble down again, absent goal reached. I hated him for it, and loved him for it at the same time. Everything felt amazing; my body was alive with desire again, and if it wasn't for the soreness between my legs, I might have even wanted to go for round two.
“Damien, let me come,” I whispered when the torture was more than I could bear. He obliged, flicking his tongue across my engorged pleasure button before baring down on it and massaging until electricity shot through my entire body, and I saw stars.
When he breathlessly came to my side again, I curled up in his arms, satisfied and content. It was a good orgasm, worthy of my birthday.
“You did well,” I told him, nodding.
“Thank you, Mistress Little Girl.” He grinned. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“For the most part.”
“What wasn't to your liking?”
“I don't think I'm cut out to be a Domme,” I admitted.
“I'm thankful for that,” he sounded relieved.
“Me too. I prefer you on top.”
“What about the anal?”
I wrinkled my nose, not wanting to admit the truth. “It wasn't horrible.”
“But you didn't like it either?”
“It's not something I'd want to do all the time. I still think it's gross.”
“The more we do it, the less you'll think that.”
“We'll see.”
“So, I guess this means I have permission to do it again in the future?”
“I suppose,” I sighed, relenting.
“And the play rape? What did you think of that?”
My blood pressure rose just talking about it. “It's not something I want to do again.”
“Didn't like it, huh?”
“I'll just say this. If you ever slap me or choke me again, you'll wake up the next morning without a penis.”
He winced. “I warned you about what it would be like.”
“And now I'm warning you.” I snuggled down against him. “I may take your balls too. I haven't decided yet.”
“Damn. Greedy girl. Leaving me with nothing.”
“They're mine, as is the rest of you.”
“I am yours,” he said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze, making everything right again.
We laid together for a while before Damien finally went to get a towel from the bathroom and clean us off. By that time, his seed had already run out onto the bed, and I was left lying in a sticky mess. It didn't matter though. All that mattered was that we were together. I was with the man I loved, and that made me happy.
When the mess of sex was mostly cleaned up, he laid back down with me again, gently stroking my hair while I rested my head on his chest. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and I was so relaxed and exhausted that I could feel my eyes growing heavy. I was almost asleep when Damien moved, startling me back awake.
“I still have a few more things to give you for your birthday,” he said.
“More presents?” I sat up, smiling at him.
“I'll be right back.”
I watched as he walked naked out of the room, that gorgeous ass flexing with every step. Maybe he'd let me bite it. That could be birthday present number five. Why I hadn't thought about it when he was tied up, I didn't know. Probably because my mind had been too consumed with thoughts of sex. Stupid wanton body.
When Damien returned, he had a small box in his hand. It was wrapped in paper with balloons on it and had a bow on top that was almost as big as the box itself. He sat on the side of the bed and handed the box to me.
“What is it?” I wondered aloud, holding the box up to my ear and shaking it. It was heavy, but made no sound.
“Open it, and find out.”
My hands went to work tearing away the wrapping paper. Beneath it, the box was black. When I opened the box, I was a bit confused, but smiled, none the less. Inside was a solid stainless steel collar.
Damien took a deep breath, watching my expression. “Do you like it?”
“It's beautiful. Is it another public collar?”
“It's your formal collar.”
My breath caught as I took another look at the collar, realizing what it signified. Now, I was gazing upon it with new-found appreciation. I touched the metal, cool beneath my fingertips.
“It hasn't been six months yet,” I said.
“No, it hasn't. But I don't think I can wait six months. I love you and want you to be with me forever.”
My lips were trembling, and I was fighting back tears. It wasn't the same thing as a marriage proposal, but for some reason, it felt like it. To Damien, it was every bit as good.
“Do you want to take things further and cross the final step to being my submissive?”
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation, then set the box aside and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Oh, yes. I do.”
“Good.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and that only made me happier. “I'd also like for you to move in with me at the end of this semester.”
“What?” I pulled away from him, shocked.
“I figured, since we're going to be together, you might as well move in. You won't be much farther from the college than you are living with your father. Your parents seem to like me well enough. I'd like to think they know I'll take good care of you. I'd like to think you know I'll take good care of you. Is that something you would want?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I hugged him again, so tightly that I worried I might be choking him.
It was hard to imagine living in a giant mansion, tending to Damien's needs night and day, waking up beside him in the morning, having sex with him whenever I wanted. Maybe years in the future I could have imagined it. Not now though. We had known each other for less than a year, and Damien didn't seem like the type of guy who would move so quickly. Was I dreaming this? Everything felt so surreal.
“Good. It's settled then.” He leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. “Happy Birthday, Cheyenne.”
THE CEREMONY
Planning a collaring ceremony is a lot more difficult than one would think. Damien left almost everything up to me. I chose the guest list, the food, and the decorations. The only thing he decided was that we would have it at his house, and that I would walk down the aisle naked except for my training collar. It was a disconcerting thought, but it wasn't like our guests hadn't seen me naked before. Well, everyone except Tanya, Vinny, and Colton, who I made sure to invite. This was a big deal, a huge milestone in my life, and I wanted my friends to be there to witness it.
The joyous day came on the first Saturday after school let out for summer vacation. Tanya and Danica arrived early to help me get ready, not that it involved much. Basically, Tanya did my hair up in a loose bun while Danica went over the ceremony with me. Despite our rocky beginning, I had grown to like her, for the most part. Every once in a while, she still looked at Damien in a way that displeased me, but I tried to brush it off as best I could. She was his past. I was his future, and his forever.
Our guest list was small, and only half of the invited people were able to attend. Colton had chosen not to come, Tanya informed me, and I assumed it was because he was feeling a bit butthurt that I hadn't ended up with him instead of Damien. It was fine. I could understand that.
Sir Martin came to retrieve me when it was time, escorting me into the backyard at the chime of a bell. Danica followed behind with my formal collar on a pillow and our contracts folded up in the pockets of her tight vinyl pants.
My heart pounded in my chest as we approached the guests. There were nine chairs on each side, forming an aisle down the middle that led up to an archway Damien had rented for the
occasion. Beneath the archway sat a single white satin pillow I would be kneeling on later.
My palms sweated around the leather leash I held in my hands, and my gait was far from graceful as I walked beside Sir Martin, trying to keep my eyes to the floor, though I could see everyone out of my peripheral vision. Our guests sported a mix of formal and kink wear, a reminder that I had forgotten to put the expected attire on our invitations. It made no matter, really. This event wasn't about them. It was about us.
When we reached the end of the aisle, Danica took her place over by the archway. Sir Martin and I turned to address the crowd, and I felt the butterflies whirling in my stomach as he began to speak.
“I present to you Cheyenne Grear, submissive in training to Sir Damien Reed. She has shown great character and obedience, meeting all requirements to advance on toward full ownership. I remove this training collar from her neck to show that she is now a free submissive, able to take a Master of her choosing.”
He moved behind me to unfasten the collar. My neck felt strangely naked without it. When he was done, he stepped away from me, and a second bell rang, signaling Damien's entrance.
Damien looked absolutely dashing in a black tuxedo with a vest and tie beneath. It was the most dressed up that I had ever seen him, and it took everything in me not to smile. The man cleaned up well—very well, and I couldn't wait to unwrap him like a present after the nuptials were over.
When he reached the end of the aisle and took his spot beside me, Sir Martin continued, “I present to you Sir Damien Reed. He has shown an interest in taking on Cheyenne Grear as his property. She has met all of his requirements for ownership, and he has removed her training collar to allow her to make this decision freely.” Sir Martin turned to me. “If you would like to take this man as your Master, you may now offer him your leash and your full submission.”