My orgasm was coming. It was on the horizon, like a distant mountain. I felt myself begin to clench, and gasped his name.
"Master Victor!" My eyes were wide and wild. "Daddy. Please, Daddy. I'm going to come soon. I'm going to show you what a good girl I am."
He chuckled, thrusting faster. "Are you, baby girl? Are you saying you are going to come without being told?"
I whimpered, and bit my lip. "No. No, Daddy” I gasped. “I just...” I couldn’t focus. I took a deep breath and met his gaze.
"I love the way you fuck me Daddy. I love the way you own me with your cock." I couldn't speak for a moment. The tremors were overwhelming.
"Maybe my baby girl needs me to slow down a bit then." He smiled wickedly. "Because you can't come yet. Not until I'm ready."
I whimpered. "Oh, Daddy. Please. I can't wait."
He stopped thrusting and grabbed my hair. His arm was a blur. It happened so quickly I almost didn’t see it. Suddenly, his eyes were an inch from mine.
"No." His voice was a bladed whisper. "You can wait. You can. You will wait because I demand it, and because you can do anything. There is no pain you can't take, nothing you cannot do."
My eyes were tearing up again. I couldn't tell if it was from the pain in my hair, or from the golden certainty in his words. Never had I known someone who believed in me as Master Victor had.
"Yes, Daddy. I can wait. I am your good, strong girl." He released my hair, and I gasped. "Thank you for reminding me."
"I'm not done fucking you yet, but I think I will let you come soon. Why don't you shift yourself and I'll use your pretty ass for a while?"
I smiled at him. "Of course, Daddy. Please. Please fuck my ass." I leaned backwards, feeling him pull from me.
"You've certainly gotten me wet, baby girl." He traced a hand down my face. "I don't think I'll need anything else to make your pretty ass slippery."
"No, Daddy. I won't need more lubricant."
"Good." He pushed his thick cock back just a little to the tight puckered entrance, keeping me on his lap. "Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy. Please. I need you in my ass."
And then, he was fucking me.
I've said it before. Usually, anal sex isn't about physical pleasure for me. It's an emotional thing. When Daddy takes my ass, I truly know that I belong to him; every hole is his property. It's a bit uncomfortable sometimes, but there can be a deep pleasure that comes from the fullness and then the release. Still, even this isn't as powerful as the emotional pleasure, as the feeling of sheer submission as my Daddy takes exactly what he wants.
"There you are, baby. There's my girl." He closed his eyes, lost in the pleasure I was giving him.
"Is that good, Daddy? Do you like my tight hole?"
A smile played around the corner of his mouth. "You know I do, you little bitch. Just like I know that you get off on me using your ass. You like knowing that I'm going to take whatever I want. You like knowing that even if it's a little painful, I don't care. You're mine to fuck, and I'm going to take what's mine."
"Yes, Daddy. Please. Please fuck me. Show me how much you like your baby girl's asshole."
"Fuck...." His voice was growing ragged. His hands found my hips again. I began to wail as he pulled me onto him, in fierce, powerful thrusts that echoed and rippled to the center of me. I bit my lip at him, keeping my brilliant blue eyes glued to his handsome face. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to watch as he fucked me, and see the shadow that his fucking cast upon my face.
Then, his fingers found my nub again.
"Daddy…" My voice was panting, breathless. Still it contained a note of worry. "I don't know if I can control myself, Daddy." Fuck. His fingers began to play on my clit, as if he were a musician and I his instrument. His smile grew devilish. "You're going to, little toy." His cock was like fire in my body. He leaned up and bit my neck while he strummed me, his fingers like snowflakes in July.
I whimpered. "Daddy. Oh, fuck. I need...."
"What?" His blue eyes were like ice. What do you need?"
My voice was like a little girl's. I started to babble. "You. Oh, Daddy. I need you...." I gasped as his fingers slowed, and then sped up again.
"Do you remember what you told me the night you agreed to take my collar?"
I did. Talking is hard, but it's so much easier with my baby-blues closed. "I told you that I wanted your cock, Master Victor. I wanted to please you. I wanted to be dripping with your come...."
"That's true. You did." He began thrusting again, moaning as he did. "Keep talking, baby. Keep talking and maybe I'll use your tight little hole for my come.”
"Yes, Daddy." I took a breath. "I told you that I want my pussy to be sore when you are through. I wanted to be your whore." His fingers moved faster. "I told you that I wanted to cry, because you are fucking my ass so fiercely that I am afraid I will bleed. Daddy...." I gasped. "PLEASE, Daddy." Tremors rippled through my body. It was as if I was a still pond, and his cock and fingers were stones he was casting into me.
"Finish telling me." He bit my nipple and I whimpered.
"I told you that I wanted you to bury yourself in my pussy, and bite my tits when you come." My desire was like a forge fire. I gasped and sighed. I was so close, but knew better than to come without permission.
"Tell me." His fingers moved faster.
"I wanted you to take me to parties, and sell my ass to mask-wearing strangers. I wanted to wake up in the morning, and know that your...” FUCK. Talking was hard. “... that your come was my breakfast." My hips were writhing against him, my eyes were silently begging. "Daddy. I told you that I wanted to be ruined by your cock. I told you that I wanted to spend my day with your come drying on my face, where everyone can see it.”
Fuck. His cock was amazing. I took a breath and charged onward. “Daddy, I wanted you to fuck me in the movie booths at the porn shop, while you charge other men a quarter to watch."
"Fuck. Oh, ‘Tasia..." His face was growing tight. "Do you still need to come, little one?"
"Yes, Daddy. Please let me come."
"Beg me."
"Daddy, please let me come while you fuck my ass. Let me show you what a good little whore I am." The fire in my body grew hotter. My hips were writhing on him, fucking my ass backwards onto his thickness.
"Can you come while I fuck your ass, little girl?"
"Yes, Daddy. Please."
"Show me.”
“Yes. Oh yes, Daddy. Tha--”
His fingers became much more intense. I lost all control.
I forgot everything I had ever experienced. All that mattered was my Daddy, making me whimper and moan.
I saw stars.
My entire body jerked, and I began to scream. It was high pitched; I was keening wildly. I felt my body clench on Daddy’s cock, and he began to thrust harder.
“Fuck…” He gasped. “Oh, ‘Tasia... I’m going to come inside your sweet little ass.”
“Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy…” His fingers were magical. Trembling explosions spread up my back as I came for him once, twice, and then again. It was like my body was bursting into short, sweet blossoms of pleasure. He moaned, loud and long, and then I felt his cock tremble and jerk.
“Shit, ‘Tasia. Oh FUCK. FUCK, you little bitch. Oh…”
His thrusting became more intense. He was lifting his ass far off the chair. I was powerless against him.
Daddy filled my ass with his come. I was still trembling as he did, laughing and full of delight.
I collapsed against him as he sank back, panting, He held me against his chest, and we lay there. All that existed was the sound of his breath, the beating of his heart, and the musk of our sex.
Time drifted.
I almost fell asleep there, with the flickering candlelight painting my skin. I almost slipped off, wandering in dreams of what it meant to belong to someone, to be theirs, down to the marrow.
I don’t know how long I lay there.
“Ba
by girl.” He nudged me. “‘Tasia, wake up, little sweet.”
I pouted at him, but only playfully. He smiled. It was warm and genuine. His arms were around me.
“Those things you said.” He looked at me meaningfully. “Are they still true, ‘Tasia? Do you still feel that way, even after Autumn? Even after—” He looked away. Was Master Victor ashamed? “Even after the things Simon did?”
My eyes teared up. “I do, Daddy.” I frowned. “But I won’t be with either of them again. Neither will Kira.”
“No. We won’t be dealing with them anymore.” He gave me a long, penetrative look, and then opened the drawer next to the chair we were on. “Look here, ‘Tasia.”
I had to lean a bit. There was a small wooden box in the table. I reached for it and pulled it out.
“What is it?”
He grinned. “Open it and see.”
I gave him a long look, and then opened the small box. When I realized what it was, I thought I would faint, right there.
I couldn’t breathe.
A small gauge ring, shining golden. Its twin was in my right nipple.
“Daddy?” My eyes were full of wonder. Was this really it? Had he decided that I deserved his second ring?
“No piercing gun tonight. I’ll be doing it by hand. It’s the nipple over your heart. I always take that one second.”
I was crying. “Daddy. I…I don’t....”
He kissed me. His kiss was like an ocean in storm. Gently, he pinched the nipple that he was going to pierce. I moaned against his mouth.
With all the joy in the world, I kissed him back.
Girl’s Night
My nipple was still sore when I went to Kira's room the following afternoon. I expected her to still be asleep, as she often kept very late hours.
I was right. She was fast asleep, and didn't wake when I walked in the door. Quietly, I pushed it shut, not wanting to rouse her.
Kira's room was so much like the girl herself. It was soft, and plush. She had flowers on her window sill, and candles above her bed. Kira was a girly-girl, and her room smelled like iris and myrrh.
For a moment, I just watched her sleep.
Kira kept her pretty hair braided when she slept. Even without makeup she was a beautiful woman, with pretty, pouty lips and green doe eyes. She always seemed so innocent, so pure.
This was part of what made her so delicious.
I sat carefully on her bed. Leaning in close, I smelled the jasmine oil she wore behind her ears, and gently nibbled her neck.
She sighed prettily and rolled toward me. When her eyes drifted open, she startled, realizing who I was.
“Mistress! I'm sorry! Was I supposed to be awake...?"
I put one finger over her sweet, full lips. "I didn't tell you to be up this morning, pet. I was unannounced." I sat on the edge of her bed. "I wanted to talk with you."
Blearily, she sat up. I grinned as she squinted at the sunlight.
Christ, even her yawn was sweet.
"I wanted to tell you that I spent the night with Daddy, and we had a long talk." I kept my voice soft, as I didn't want anyone in the hallway to hear what I had to say. "You'll be happy to hear what he said."
She didn't smile, but I could see hope in her eyes. "Autumn isn't coming home?"
I let a small grin play at the corner of my mouth. "Daddy always takes care of us, pet. He has been watching Autumn for longer than you know." I shrugged. "This weekend was her final chance. Apparently, Daddy had told her so. He impressed upon her how important it was that she make certain to take care of us, because he didn't completely trust Simon."
"So she's gone."
"Yes. Daddy doesn't know how he's going to set up his house; he knows that without Autumn things will be different."
Kira grinned, and fell backwards onto her bed. "She was awful, Mistress. I was worried..." Her eyes flicked to me. "...that Daddy would give me back to her."
I gave her a look and grinned. "That isn't the only thing."
She stretched again and sat up, her big green eyes curious.
"Daddy will not be doing business with Simon, not after what happened this weekend."
"I thought that Master Victor needed Simon in order to make his new club?"
I grinned. "Master Victor isn't a fool. He had other investors waiting in the wings. That's why he took so long to come home. Once I told him, over the phone, what had happened, he pulled the trigger with the other investors."
"So, Los Lobos is still a go?"
I nodded. "This is my last point." I gave my girl a look. "Daddy wants me to work at his club. Me and a few others.”
She was quiet for a long moment. "Which few others?"
"Amber is in, for sure. So are Tanya and Elle." I put a hand on her leg. "You, on the other hand, have a choice."
"I can go?"
I nodded. "But you don't have to. Los Lobos will be in Tijuana. Five hundred miles from here. It involves moving away from everyone you know here."
She looked down, shyly. "I don't really have anyone here, Mistress. I have you and Master Victor to take care of me." She shrugged. "When I came here, I left everything else behind."
I smiled at her. “I’d love to have you along, Kira. It won't always be easy. We will be working with a rowdy crowd. Master Victor will be with us for a good long while, however. He is setting up a second house there."
"In Mexico?"
I nodded. "He's been looking for another home. Apparently, even though he has other investors, he will need to be a little more... present than he is at Exotix or his other clubs." I paused. This was off topic. "What I really am asking is if you want to come with us. Master Victor won't make you..."
"Yes. Absolutely yes." Her eyes were bright. "I'll go wherever you go, Mistress. I still have a lot to learn."
That made me a touch uncomfortable. Kira was only slightly "younger" than I was, in Master Victor's service, anyway. Still, her innocence bordered on naiveté. Either way, Master Victor had seen fit to give her to me, and I had done my best to teach her.
"That settles it then. I'll let Daddy know." I leaned over and gave her a hug. She threw her arms around me, and I held her for a long moment.
When we relaxed the embrace, she looked at me. She bit her lip. "Are we going to have lessons today, Mistress?"
Actually, I was tired. Master Victor had really used me well. But I hadn't given Kira lessons since the night we were at Simon's. She needed some attention.
I smiled at her. "Here's the lesson, sweetling. I'm leaving. I will be back after dinner. I need you to get up and be ready for when I return. You will dress in whatever way you think will please me. Depending on how well you do depends on how I will use you today."
She smiled nervously. I knew Kira liked specific direction, and this left some things up in the air.
"Pet, sometimes you have to make the call about what will please someone else. You have to think about what you know about them, and put your best face forward." My grin widened. "As your Mistress, I am telling you. Dress in a manner that you think will please me. I will be back."
She looked at the floor. "Yes, Mistress."
I went downstairs. Surely someone had made coffee.
I was going to need it.
2
I was much more alert and energetic by the time I made my way back to Kira's room. I had taken time to dress and shower, and the coffee had me wide awake. There was positively a spring in my step, and my thoughts were dancing wickedly around Kira and what lessons she needed to learn today.
Her mouth. She easily grew tired when servicing someone. I thought I needed to do something about that.…
I'll admit, when I saw how she had prepared herself, I was impressed.
Kira wore leather bondage gear that was black with metal accents. It was open at the nipples and crotch. Her makeup accented the green of her eyes with green and gold flecks on her lids. Her full mouth was bubble-gum pink, and her fiery hair hung in curling rivulets aroun
d her head.
"Hello, Mistress." Her voice was scarcely more than a whisper.
"Hello, pet." I slowly walked around her, letting my eyes drink her in. "You did a good job of getting yourself ready." It was a good choice. She had little time to prepare, and so instead of elaborate hairdos' or extravagant dresses; she had simply gone with "slave girl."
It worked.
I traced a finger down her back, stopping just above the delicious curve of her ass.
"Thank you. Mistress."
"I'm proud of you. You can't always be a girl who has to be told every little thing. It's more important that you be able to anticipate what is desired," I walked around her, trailing my fingers as I went. "and fulfill those needs before you are asked."
My nails on her skin were making her tremble. "Yes, Mistress."
When I stood in front of her, I was just a whisper away from her face. My winter blue eyes were diving into her summer green. I could smell fruit on her breath. "What do you think I require now, Kira?"
Her eyes were wide. "I don't know, Mistress."
I smiled. "Give me your mouth, little girl."
She kissed me, moaning softly against my lips.
Kira's kisses were flower petals; her lips were gentle rain in summer. I held a hand to her face as I explored her mouth. I loved tasting her, loved smelling her breath and feeling her melt against me. Slowly, my hand worked its way upwards to her pretty red hair.
"I think you belong on your knees, don't you, little girl?" I smiled wickedly at her.
Her voice was husky. "Yes, Mistress. Please let me get on my knees for you." I pushed downwards with my hand, and held her gaze as she slowly sank.
"Take position one, sweetling." She did, folding her arms behind her back. Her breasts pointed forward in offering. I smiled and lifted one leg up onto her bed. I didn't even have to pull up my short blue skirt- having my leg hiked up gave her a clean view of my desire.
She whimpered hungrily.
"Been a few days; hasn't it, pet?"
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