“‘Tasia?” The concern in his voice was heartbreaking.
But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t complain. I would just bear it. I would tell him later that I had accidentally dialed him, and—
Then I thought of Kira.
"No." I was shaking my head frantically. "Please, Mistress. Don't."
Her smile only grew wider. "We'll do as we please, puppy." She caressed Simon's face. "You're going to hang here with three clamps on you.” She gave Kira a glance. "You'll hang here and hurt, while you watch what we do to Kira."
Kira whined behind her but Autumn didn't notice.
"No, Au- Mistress. Please. Kira didn't do anything. Kira was a good girl." My mind raced. "I was the one who came without permission. I was the one who was bad. Punish me."
Her smile was a terrible thing. It was a sadistic work of art. "We are, puppy." She put her hand to my face and kissed me. "You're going to hang here, in agony, and watch what we do to Kira. You're going to listen to her cry and beg." She leaned to my ear, whispering. "But her begging will do no good, puppy." Her eyes met mine. "I'm going to cane her until she can't walk. I'm going to let Simon fist her ass."
Kira couldn’t do this. Not anymore. She had been given to me because Autumn was too forceful. Now, Autumn had used her again, and she was here, somewhere, in Simon’s house, alone.
I couldn’t let Kira deal with this. Not if I could change things.
“Baby girl?” His voice was so tender it made my heart weep. “I know you’re still there. I know you’re afraid. I can hear how fast you are breathing.” He paused. “Tell Daddy. You can tell me anything. That’s what I’m here for.”
I burst into tears.
Victor’s Return
Michal was there within the hour.
Master Victor called him, and Michal brought the car. I found Kira, and we slipped from Simon's house at four in the morning.
I left some clothes, but did not care.
Kira had been worried sick about me. I held her in the back of the car while she cried.
"I won't be with Autumn again." She looked up at me, her wide eyes brimming. "It's not that I can't take the pain. You know I can. You know I'm strong."
I nodded. "You are my strong girl." I held her close. "Autumn isn't a good Dom. She doesn't care about anyone but herself, and her own wants. If you don't want to be with her, you don't have to."
She bit her lip. "Promise?"
I paused. She was supposed to be my girl, and she was. In every way, Kira belonged to me. That wasn't something Master Victor could give; only Kira herself could.
I needed to respect that, to be responsible for her.
I smiled and stroked her hair. "I promise. Never again."
We kissed then, and I realized that I meant it. No matter what it took. Even if it meant leaving Master Victor's house, I meant it.
Never again. Kira was worth too much.
I was worth too much.
2
Three days passed, and Master Victor wasn't home. It was a nervous three days. Autumn did not return to the house either, and all the girls were abuzz. I had expressly forbidden Kira from discussing what had happened, because it was Master Victor's business.
It was our place to wait. He would be home sooner or later, and when he was, he would handle things.
In the meantime, his Circle of "alpha" girls didn't really know what to do. They were used to Autumn being around to tell them what to do, and without her, they were lost. Apparently, it was far easier to be dominant with a half-crazy bitch in charge, who wasn't questioned. Without Autumn, the sub girl's schedules for "lessons" were off track. Amber and Lydia picked up where they could, but things weren't the same.
On the fourth day, he returned. I am told that Master Victor came inside, greeted the girls in the front, and immediately came to my room.
He knocked.
Master Victor never knocked. He came and went when he pleased. I didn't think twice about asking whoever was on the other side to 'come in', I couldn't imagine that it was him.
Oh. His eyes.
“Hello, baby girl.”
My resolve with Kira faltered. Could I leave Master Victor if he demanded we be with Autumn? Really leave?
I just didn't know. He moved like a wolf, like a hunter in shadows. I couldn't help but watch his body and feel a slow, deep burning within mine.
"I have some questions." His voice was chocolate and rum and a whisper in the night. He leaned in the doorway, and I couldn't help but let my eyes trace along the slender strength of his body.
I nodded. There was a long pause, where I didn't know what to say. "Yes. Of course."
He smiled. It was a rogue's grin. "May I come in?"
I was startled by the question. It was his house. "Yes, Master Victor. Please."
I had been writing, sitting at the desk next to my bed. He walked in, smiling, and sat on the bed. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands.
"’Tasia, I have a problem." His eyes met mine. "Some things apparently have to change, and I am assessing the situation. That's part of what I'm here for."
I sat as straight as I could, and tried to hold his gaze. I couldn't. His eyes were beautiful and soft. He made my stomach drop. I felt like a teenage girl with her first crush.
I must have been obviously gaping at him, because he grinned. "We may have time for play later, if we wish, but I need to get some things finished, pet." He smiled. "Is this a good time to talk?"
I nodded. "You know I am always here for you, Master Victor."
He leaned forward, brushing his hand along my face. "That's what I've always thought. But lately, things have been strange, and I wanted to know if you have regretted your decision to come here."
I blushed. "No, Dadd...” I paused. “No, Master Victor. I don't regret being here. I don't regret being your girl." I took a deep breath and met his eyes. "I do regret some of the things that being your girl has entailed."
It was the single most terrifying thing I have ever said. He regarded me, thoughtfully. "That was cleverly put. I forget that my girl is a writer."
I smiled at him. "I love being here, Master Victor. I love being yours." I tilted my head at him, "It is true, however, that sometimes I find that 'being yours' leads to experiences that don't seem to be for my growth or pleasure."
He nodded. "Autumn."
I nodded back. "You are a wonderful teacher, Master Victor. I want to be here and be your girl. I am also open to play with your other girls, or guests." My gaze darkened, just a touch. "But sometimes, it seems like there is pain for the sake of pain, or pure sadism is what's on the table. I find that those experiences don't help me be a better girl." I leveled a look at him. "Kira won't stay if things don't change."
He leaned forward, and placed a hand on my leg. "Things are changing. Autumn has been an issue for some time. I wanted to tell you, before the others, that she won't be returning to the house."
My eyes widened. I never would have believed it. "Then... who will...?"
He raised a hand. "I don't have things ironed out yet, but there are going to be a lot of changes. I came here to find out one thing." He sharpened his gaze. "Are you leaving, after what has happened? Have I let you down, or made you reconsider?"
"No, Daddy." I smiled at him. "I love being yours. I love the way you take care of me. It was Autumn I was worried about." I paused, furrowing my brow. "Well, and Simon. I worry about him as well."
My Daddy smiled at me. "That issue will also be resolved soon." He stood, and stretched. "I have other concerns for the moment." He grinned at me.
I couldn't help but smile back. I loved the shape of his mouth. "Yes, Daddy?"
"I've had a long, frantic trip. It was stressful, and one of my girls worried me quite a bit. There was nothing I could do, and I've been thinking about her a lot." His grin grew wider. "If you are certain that there isn't any other unfinished business between us, perhaps you could be in my rooms at seven
, and you could help me relax."
I grinned back at him, my gaze travelling down his body. Then I cast my eyes downward, demurely.
"I would love to come take care of you, Daddy."
3
Two hours later I found myself at his door. I was in a stunning red dress, so short that it seemed to cup the curves of my ass. My lipstick was brilliant, complementing the outfit. Of course, it was only the dress and ruby-red shoes- No panties or bra with Master Victor.
My heart felt like a bird in my chest, pounding its wings. I was always so nervous when I came to Master Victor's. He took wonderful care of me, but the man was intense, and could be terrifying.
I knocked on his door.
"Come in, ‘Tasia."
Master Victor's room was lit by gentle candles and the light of his fireplace. As was typical, he sat in his chair, sipping at a small glass of liquor. He was reading a book, probably something philosophical and thick.
I knew my place. I walked over to where he sat, and knelt into the plush carpet. I put my arms behind my back, into Position One. My nipples pointed through the thin red silk.
My heart was already beginning to pound.
The smell of his room; the smell of him was overpowering. I loved the way his scent reached into my primal brain. I felt like a delicate thing before him, like a flower waiting to be picked and enjoyed.
My body knew it as well. My body knew I was here to be fucked, to be taken and ravished. As I knelt, I felt the wetness begin to coat my thighs.
A long moment passed, and then two.
He glanced at me, over the top of his book. I felt his hungry eyes, as if he were tracing fingers along my body.
"Hello, pet."
I swallowed. "Hello, Daddy."
He took a long sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving me. Then he set the drink down. "You look delicious." His voice was a low rumble.
I blushed. I loved it when he complimented me. "Thank you, Daddy."
"Baby girl, why don't you come sit on my lap?" He smiled at me. "Why don't you come up here so we can talk?"
I stood, unable to meet his gaze. I could already smell my musk in the air, and knew that he could as well. His smile grew wider.
"That's my good girl."
I threw one leg over him, then the other. Sitting on Daddy's lap, I was staring straight into those beautiful, sharp eyes of his, feeling his gaze like rivulets of fire.
I brushed my black locks from my face. "Is this what you want, Daddy?" My voice was a breathless whisper.
"It is." He reached between my legs, tracing his fingers along my wet thigh. I shivered.
"You're awfully wet, baby girl." He chuckled darkly.
"Yes, Daddy." I flicked my eyes up at him and bit my lip. "I am wet for you.” His fingers danced at the edge of my slit and I whimpered. "I've missed you, Daddy."
"I can see that." He dipped a finger into my warmth, and my hips bucked against him. Gently, he pushed deeper. It was slow, his fingers strong.
"Oh, please, Daddy. Please."
"Please… what Baby girl? What do you want?”
My eyes drifted closed, and his fingers pulled back. Just as I started to whine, his thumb found my sweet nub.
Oh.
Oh God.
My eyes flew open, and he was smiling at me.
"What did you want, baby girl?"
I was practically panting. "You, Daddy. I need your cock." I almost stuttered as his fingers spun faster. "I need to be your little whore, Daddy. I need to be bent over and used. I want your cock to fuck every hole I have."
He grinned at me. "Get on your knees, then." His fingers spun faster, and then dipped inside me again. "Show me what your sweet little mouth is for."
I mewled as he fucked me with his hand. "It's for your cock, Daddy. My mouth is for your cock." I opened my eyes, begging him with them. "I need you to fuck my pretty face, Daddy. I need you to decide when I breathe. I need to listen to the sounds you make while I suck you."
He nodded. "That's one reason I love using you, ‘Tasia." His fingers pulled out of me, and he brought them to my lips. Eagerly, I sucked my musk from his hand, keeping my eyes on him. He smiled.
"You really know how to use your mouth."
Five minutes later found my knees buried in his thick carpet. My red dress was on the floor, although he had me keep my high heels on. Flickering orange candlelight painted itself over my fair skin.
"Is this where you want me, Daddy?"
He pushed his fingers through my thick hair. "It is, little one. Take my cock out and show me what's made you so wet."
I grinned. "Yes, sir."
Trembling, my fingers pulled his thick cock from his pants. I loved the way Master Victor smelled. His cologne was cedar and sandalwood, but the scent of his skin was something far more primal. His cock was shaved smooth, and like steel covered in silk.
I met his gaze with my big blue eyes. I kept them wide, innocent as I pulled his delicious shaft towards my mouth.
I held my gaze on his as I began to suck my Daddy.
He moaned. His voice was already ragged. "Oh, ‘Tasia. That's my good girl."
He tightened his fingers in my hair and began to fuck my mouth. Greedily, I sucked him down, whimpering and moaning around him as if he was the last thing I would ever get into my mouth. Already, I was having a hard time breathing. Already, I was drooling around his shaft and my eyes were watering.
I didn't care. Servicing Daddy was all that mattered.
Long moments passed, and the only sounds were Master Victor's low moans and my wet, enthusiastic sucking. I admit that there are few things I enjoy more than having my pretty pink mouth savagely fucked. I enjoy eating women, too, but there is a vast difference. When I'm eating a woman, I am actively pleasuring her. I can decide where to lick, how deeply to dive into her velvety folds.
But only a man can truly fuck my mouth. He can hold my hair and pitilessly ravage me. He can make me choke and make my eyes water as he uses my lips for his pleasure.
That was exactly what Master Victor did now. "Oh, baby girl." He looked down on me, his eyes glinting. "I hope you are enjoying Daddy's cock."
All I could do was murmur and whimper as he pushed his salty shaft down my throat. Tears ran from my eyes, making my mascara run in dark trails.
I didn't care. I loved the way he fucked me. He dug his left hand into my hair, and forced me to suckle him faster and faster. I gently dragged my nails along his leg and made him gasp before I started fondling his balls.
"Sweet little toy." He pulled himself out of my mouth with an audible *pop*. “Would you like to climb up here and let Daddy fuck your pretty pink pussy?"
I was breathless. "Yes, Daddy. Please. Please fuck me."
He pulled my hair up, and I gasped. Frantically, I moved, following him as he pulled me back onto his lap.
"Sit on my cock, little girl."
I whimpered as I felt him push his way into me. I was dripping liquid fire, shuddering at his touch. I was always in amazement of how deeply Master Victor felt when he was inside me. He wasn't the largest man I had ever had inside me, but it was always different with him.
It was as if my body knew him, as if I let him deeper inside me than I did other men.
"There's my baby girl." He shifted, rocking me backwards onto him. My breath caught as I felt how deeply he thrust into me. With a playful grin, he took my nipple into his warm mouth, and trails of red pleasure cut through me. His mouth was like summer rain on leaves.
I whimpered, my nails digging into his back. His hands found my hips, and Master Victor began to fuck me.
It's hard to explain, perhaps harder to understand if you are a man. But understand, my Daddy is far stronger than I am. The fact that I was sitting on his beautiful cock in no way made me the "superior" partner. I was his. His to fuck and use. I was little more than a slave to his cock, to his thrusting, to his incredible, masterful fucking.
Yes. This was what I was born to do.
While devouring my breasts, he held me by my hips, and powerfully thrust into me, lifting his ass off of the chair. I clawed at him, mewling as his cock pistoned its way into me, and I rocked back and forth on him. My wetness ran over him, running over his cock and balls in sweet streams of nectar. Tiny little tremors of pleasure raced through me, and I gasped.
"Daddy...." My voice trailed off, gathered in a staccato of quick sighs and gasps. "Daddy, thank you. Thank you for giving me your cock. Thank... Thank you for teaching me how to be a good girl."
He bit into my neck, his moans bestial. One hand pinched my left nipple while he continued fucking me. Then, his fingers found my hair, and he held his face inches from mine.
"This is what you are for, little toy."
I gasped. The smell of our sex hung thick in the air. "Yes, Daddy."
"Do you know what that means?" His other hand found my nub and began slow, maddening circles. It was hard to think, hard to breathe.
"What... it means?" My voice was breathy.
His fingers spun faster. "You aren’t a prop for other people's fucking, ‘Tasia." His voice was a low rumble. It was something I could feel in my chest, like distant thunder. "Not even mine. Your loving brings freedom, brings openness and pleasure and grace." His fingers spun faster. "I take you; use you, so you submit. So that you yield long enough to see the truths that your body holds."
A lazy smile was spreading across my face. Yes. This was what I was for.
"You aren't just a plaything, ‘Tasia." His fucking began again, and he kept pressure on my flowering bud. "You are inspiration, a muse. Your body brings grace; your gasps of pleasure are like sweet, tiny prayers."
His words were fucking me as certainly as his cock was. How can I describe that? I can't. Here, my abilities as a writer fail.
Some women, however, some lucky women, will know exactly what I mean. A man can fuck you with little more than a glance, with a smile. He can fuck you with the way he dances, as well as with his cock.
He can fuck you with poetry, with words of truth. He can fuck you simply by telling you who you are.
He stopped talking then, and let his body speak. Master Victor let off of my bud, and took my hips again. It was like riding an ocean wave in storm. I whimpered and mewled as his cock possessed me. I could feel his words, however. They were like stars on a moonless night, dancing in the secret place behind my heart.
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