Temptations

by Tasia Winters

  God.

  She was like velvet and satin, like warm honey. I pushed my fingers into her, slowly, as my tongue danced dizzyingly around her depths. Her sweetness began to pour from her as she sighed and moaned my name. I gently began pushing faster as she pulled me closer.

  "Yes, little puppy. That's it." She whimpered. "Oh. Oh, fuck." Her hips rhythmically pulsed against my face. "That's a good little bitch. I'm glad to see that you remember what you are for."

  My body remembered. As I lapped at her salty sweetness, I was absolutely gushing. My nipples were aching to be touched. I needed her. I didn't care what she did. I wanted her to spend the afternoon coming on my face; to use me and exhaust me and make me cry. Enthusiastically, I licked her, listening to her sweet moans and sighs of pleasure.

  Yes.

  This was what I was for.

  I yelped as she pulled harder. I thought she was going to rip the hair from my head. She pulled my glazed face up, chuckling darkly as she did.

  "I can pull your hair all I like, can't I, puppy?"

  FUCK. I wasn't tender-headed, but she twisted her fingers, hard, smiling at me as she did.

  "Ye- yes, Mistress."

  "Pulling your hair won't mark you at all." She pushed my face back down. "I can hurt you like this, all I like, and no one will ever know."

  I whimpered, but focused on her sweet nub. If I could just make her come, she would stop hurting me.

  I threw myself into pleasing her. I licked her until I was dizzy. I fucked her with my hand, giving her the hard, steady depth that so few men ever could. I pushed into her until I hit her cervix, which only made her wetter.

  "See? You do… do know how to be good." Her voice came in staggered bursts as I fucked her. "I think you're just trying to make me come. Is that what you want, little puppy?"

  I moaned and whimpered into her heat. God YES I wanted her to come. Not only because she would stop, but because I wanted to feel her, trembling against me. I wanted to taste her sweetness pouring from her as she whimpered and begged and cried my name.

  "Such a good little dog." Her voice was breathy. "This is what you need, little bitch. You need me to walk in here, whenever I wish, and use your mouth, don't you? "

  All I could make were sounds of acquiescence, and but it was enough. She pulled a touch harder, and I cried out, tears coming.

  "Your pain makes me so wet, little ‘Tasia." It was true. Her juice was running all over me. Lydia rocked back and forth on my face, making soft moaning and whimpering noises.

  "This is your life now, little puppy. You are my secret slave. I will use and discard you at my whim."

  I bore down on her, working her as hard as I could. Her breath caught, and I felt her muscles grow tense.

  "Not so fast, little puppy. Time to eat my ass."

  I was crying loudly by this point; her grip in my hair was so fierce. "Yes, Mistress Lydia."

  "Lay down. I'm going to sit on your face."

  I rolled over and lay on my back. She leaned in and kissed me, her fingers pinching at my nipples.

  "Does it turn you on to be forced to service me, little doggie?"

  My nipples were on fire. Her kisses fed that fire, and I whimpered against her mouth. "Yes, Lydia. I love servicing you."

  Her fingers trailed their way down to my clit. They were gentle, like spring rain. I moaned as she caressed me, and my hips started to writhe.

  "Would you like to come for me, little whore?"

  I mewled. "Yes, Mistress. Please. Please let me come."

  Her voice was sharp, wicked. "No. You're here to service me. You'll be left wanting until I say otherwise."

  I pouted, even as I panted from the pleasure. "Yes, Mistress."

  Then she stopped and straddled me. She looked down so she could see my wet blue eyes. Hers were half lidded and glowing with lust.

  I stuck my pink tongue out and began to rim her ass.

  "Yes. YES. Eat my ass while I come on you, little bitch."

  I tongued Lydia's sweet ass while she rocked back and forth, her fingers flying on her sweet little bud. Her other hand was back in my hair, pulling hard.

  "That's it… Oh…" I loved the sound of her voice. "Little puppy, that's a good girl." She seemed giddy.

  I moaned hungrily. The pain and endorphins had driven me over the edge. I loved her. I loved eating her ass.

  "God damn, honey." She whimpered. "Lick me while... Oh God yes...” Her rubbing was so wet; she was splashing herself over my face. "Just like that… Oh FUCK. ‘Tasia, you… you fucking little dirty bitch... Oh shit... "

  I drove my tongue deeper, devouring her. Warmth trickled out of her and all over me.

  She started to scream.

  "FUCK! OH FUCK! YOU DIRTY FUCK!!" I pushed my tongue as far into her ass as I could.

  "OH OH OH OH...."

  Her warm, sweet come began to pour from her as she squirted on my face. The trickle before was nothing to this. She pushed herself harder into my mouth and pulled on my poor hair until I screamed.

  "Drink up, you whore. Oh, drink me.…"

  Her sweet nectar poured into my mouth, and she was trembling on top of me. I had to swallow and still there was more. I have no idea how much she squirted into my mouth, only that I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of salty wetness. She sat there for a long minute moaning and giggling. Her body trembled, and she was whispering something I could not hear.

  I tasted her deepest desires; I relished her as her juice poured into me. I had literally eaten her. She was part of my body now, forever.

  Then, she let go of my hair. I thought I would cry with relief. Almost languidly, she fell over onto the floor next to me.

  We both lay there, on the thick carpet of my room, panting.

  "You're an amazing little bitch, ‘Tasia." She looked over at me, smiling.

  I still didn't completely have my breath. I just looked at her. I needed to come. I knew, however, that she wasn't going to let me.

  We lay there, for a long moment, just staring into each other's eyes.

  "So we have an arrangement. I will take care of you, and keep you out of the Closet. In exchange, your body is mine to use at my whim."

  I blushed. "Yes, Mistress."

  She smiled. "Come here, pretty puppy. Lick your Mistresses face."

  I got on all fours, and licked her face. Her green eyes held my blue ones. She smiled sadistically.

  "That's a good little girl."

  Plaything

  It was a moment of forgetting.

  I didn't have to think about Autumn and her girls, or wonder what they were up to. I didn't have to think about Daddy's friend Simon, or wonder when he was going to be asking about another "session" with me.

  I was free.

  There were no worries about the future, no regrets about the past. I was completely in the moment. Master Victor's fingers were curled into my hair, and he was squeezing so tightly that my eyes were tearing up. He was behind me, slamming his thick cock into me with the fury of a thunderstorm.

  I loved it.

  "That's a good little toy." His voice was strained, and rumbling. "That's exactly what you are for, isn't it?"

  "Yes, Daddy." My voice was strained. "I am yours; your plaything. This is what I am for." He had been holding me here, fucking me for at least a half hour. My legs were trembling, and my knees were sore. I had come for him three times already; the last one had been a wet explosion of screaming and moaning. I had left a wet spot the size of a basketball on the bed. But still, he did not let up.

  My Daddy was relentless.

  By now, I had completely tranced into my submissive space. I wasn't a person anymore. I was simply his, his to use, abuse, and fuck.

  "Tell me about it, little girl. Tell me what you are for."

  I moaned as his deft fingers found my slickness. He had been good to me this time; he had given me plenty of time to rest. "Oh Daddy, I am yours. I am your baby girl."

  "What does that mean, ‘T
asia?" He slowed his fingers and I whimpered.

  "It means that I live for your cock, Daddy. It means that my body is yours to fuck, whenever you wish. It means that you can spank me, hurt me, and make me cry."

  "That's right." He sped his fingers back up and I moaned loudly. He kept a good strong tempo with his cock as well. "You've been a very good girl, ‘Tasia. You have learned a lot."

  "Thank you, Daddy."

  "Let's have a talk, baby girl." I could hear the grin in his voice. His fingers twirled even faster. He had no intention of slowing, no matter what kind of talk he wanted to have. Master Victor would use me as he saw fit. He would make the rules, every step of the way.

  And he loved making me talk.

  "Yes, Daddy."

  "How long have you been in my house, little one?" He spun his fingers faster. No one knew my desire as my Daddy did. Pleasure raged in my depths, like a forge fire.

  I moaned. I wanted to answer him, but couldn't. My entire world was in his fingers, in his magnificent cock. I pushed myself back onto him.

  "Oh. Oh fuck, Daddy. Please…"

  SMACK.

  "OW!! Daddy, please!!" That had not been a friendly love tap. The dizzying circles stopped.

  "I asked you a question." His voice was dangerous.

  "Two months. Just two months, Daddy." I was babbling, praying that he wouldn't strike me again.

  His hand rested on my ass, and he pushed his thickness back inside me. I sighed as rivulets of pleasure coursed through me, making me tremble.

  "Autumn tested you on your first day. Didn't she? At Exotix?"

  She had. Autumn and Lydia had put a collar and leash on me and treated me like their personal pet. They had forced me to please them with my mouth, while forbidding me to talk. I felt myself gush as I remembered. Autumn had fucked me with a strap-on the size of my forearm.

  "Yes, Daddy." My voice was husky.

  "Tell me about it, little bitch." He loved making me talk.

  "Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Autumn made me eat Lydia in the car. She held my face between Lydia's thighs while she spanked me." I remembered the way she had done it. Autumn had spanked me in slow circles until she started spanking me squarely on my asshole. Eventually, I was sobbing and screaming into Lydia's heated wetness.

  "Did you like that, little girl?”

  I was gushing again. "Yes, Daddy. I liked being used by Autumn."

  He relaxed his grip in my hair, and placed both his hands on my flanks. Within moments, his thrusts were practically lifting me off the bed. I leaned my head onto the pillow, arching my ass as far towards him as I could. Soon, he was steadily thrusting again, and I was mewling into the pillow.

  It was obvious that I was going to come again from his cock alone.

  Usually, I need attention on my clit. But tonight, he had me completely in his grasp. His thickness was sending waves of fire through me. It felt like he was deeper inside of me than anyone had ever been. As he pulled my ass against him, over and over, I began to wail.

  "Daddy. Oh, Daddy." I was mewling. "Thank you, Daddy. I'm going to come. I'm going to on your cock."

  He suddenly pulled out, so quickly that I gasped.

  "No, bitch. No, you're not."

  Then, he began spanking me. No warning, no word. His huge hand slapped my pretty ass while the other one caught my hair again. I squirmed and cried at the sudden fire.

  "I didn't say you could come. You didn't ask. This belongs to me. What was the word you used?" He paused for a moment. "Plaything. You are my plaything."

  My voice was all whimpers and whines. "Yes, Daddy, I am your plaything. My pleasure belongs to you. Please fuck your toy, Daddy. Please teach your plaything how to take care of her Daddy."

  He chuckled darkly. "I will, little toy. But not until after you've cried enough. Not until you have trails of mascara running down your face."

  His spanking was relentless. He knew to strike the same places, over and over, until my ass was red hot.

  "Daddy, no. Please, Daddy. I'll be good. I'll be a good girl." I was full on bawling, crying like a child. Just when I thought I was going to scream, he stopped. He began to caress the places he had spanked me.

  "You forget yourself. You don't say when you come. I do."

  "Thank you, Master Victor."

  "You may beg me to come, but that is all. Your pussy is my property. It is like my house, or my car. You have no say over what happens with it."

  I was still crying. "Yes, Master Victor. I know."

  "Get up, little girl. I want you to ride my cock for a while."

  I stretched my legs. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

  He stretched out on the bed, his deep blue eyes holding mine. If my eyes were like December ice, then his were like the March sky. He laid back, his thick cock pointing straight upward. I could smell the musk of his sweat, and was bathed in the scent that our bodies made when we were together.

  "Sit on my cock, baby girl. Sit on Daddy and worship his cock with your wetness."

  "Yes, Daddy." I straddled him, feeling his hardness push into me. God, he felt so good. His cock was wonderful. He belonged here, buried inside me. I began to rock back and forth, my black hair running in rivulets around my face. I smiled and gasped as he fucked me.

  "Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy." His hands caressed their way up my flat stomach, and found my breasts I moaned as he caressed them, and gently pinched my nipples.

  "These are beautiful tits, ‘Tasia."

  "Yes Daddy. They belong to you, Daddy." I moaned again, and began grinding against him. Every once in a while, his pubic bone would rub against my sweet nub and I would gasp and moan. I looked down on his beautiful face, biting my lip. He smiled at me.

  He loved it when I bit my lip.

  "We were talking, weren't we?" His grin grew mischievous.

  "Yes, Daddy. You were making me tell you about how Autumn used your little toy, that day at Exotix."

  "That's when you met Piotyr, wasn't it? Simon's friend?" He pinched my pink nipples harder and I gasped.

  "Yes, Daddy."

  "Tell me about it, little ‘Tasia."

  "Piotyr and his friends used me at your club, Daddy. Autumn made me crawl under the table and suck on Piotyr's thick cock." I whimpered as he began to fuck me faster. "They bent me over the table and put my pretty ass in the air. Piotyr and his friends fucked your baby girl, and made her come on their cocks."

  He moaned as I rocked back and forth on him. My wetness ran down him, soaking his sheets.

  "You were a very good girl for Daddy."

  He was like a machine. His hands were back on my hips, and he was thrusting into me, his head rolled back.

  These were the times I loved. He was no longer even focused on me. My Daddy was enjoying me, using me. He was taking his pleasure from me, and I was servicing him.

  This is what I was for.

  "Please, Daddy." My voice was a hoarse whisper. "Please come inside your baby girl. Please show me where your come belongs."

  He groaned. His voice was low and ragged. "I will, you little bitch. Rub yourself while you ride my cock. I want to watch you come like the little fuck toy you are."

  I gasped. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

  He reached up and pinched my nipples. I began to whine as I felt my pleasure convulse deep within.

  "Oh... Oh, Daddy. God. Your cock is amazing." My fingers were flying. I began to whimper and moan as he thrust up into me. I felt him start to pulse.

  "Fuck. Oh FUCK. ‘Tasia, you are such a good little girl."

  "Yes Daddy. Thank you, Daddy." My words were little more than high pitched mewling. I bit my lip, thinking I should stop talking.

  But oh, fuck, I couldn't.

  "Daddy, please. I'm your toy, Daddy. Please use me. Please use your wet little girl."

  He moaned, long and low. His fingers twisted my poor nipples, and I felt the tremors start.

  Oh, God. I wasn't going to be able to stop.

  "Pl
ease, Daddy. Oh. Oh, fuck. Please. I need to come, Daddy."

  It was like a storm in my body. It was like lightning. It was the song of angels.

  "I didn't say you could come, bitch."

  I whined, petulantly. I bit my lip and ran my hands over my breasts. He moved his hands to my hips.

  "Say please, bitch. Beg for it."

  "I'm begging, Daddy. Please. Please, give me your cock. Oh, Fuck... fuck me. Teach your little bitch what her pussy is for."

  He grinned at me and started thrusting again. My left hand dropped from my breast back to my slick wetness.

  "Oh, Daddy. Oh... fuck your toy, Daddy."

  "Come, baby girl. Come like Daddy's good little girl."

  I wailed. His cock was like thunder inside me. I was coming for my Daddy. While he fucked me and stared into my eyes, I was coming on his cock.

  I wailed. Salt and water gushed from me as tremors ran up and down my body. I soaked him while he thrust inside me.

  "Thank you, Daddy." I was hoarse from screaming. I slowed my hips as he looked at me, his features soft.

  He held me with his eyes, as if he was a raptor and I was his prey. I drank in his handsome face, his sharp features. He reached out with a hand and caressed my chin and I suckled on his finger.

  Then, he began fucking me again. He was fierce, pulling me onto his hardness so forcefully that I couldn't help but moan in a great, staccato gasp. He devoured my with his eyes, his gaze roving over my beautiful breasts, my red mouth, the strands of night-black hair that hung around my face.

  Then, it was time.

  With a long, wordless moan, my Daddy came inside me. He filled me with his white-hot pleasure. I felt him fill me, felt his wetness inside me as I still spasmed softly.

  "Yes. Yes, Daddy. Thank you. Thank you for making me your bitch."

  He smiled. I fell onto his chest, and he held me gently.

  I fell asleep to his breathing.

  2

  "We need to talk about what's going to happen."

  I was still in Master Victor's bed. Morning light was streaming through his windows. I blinked as I sat up.

  I have always hated mornings.

  Master Victor sat there with a tray of muffins and coffee. He took a sip of his cup, eyeing me speculatively. "Do you know what I mean?"