by Sophie Haas
“Yes,” she paused, licking her lips as she writhed beneath me. “Yes, Wellsley.”
Lowering my head, I licked one trapped nipple and she cried out. Her breasts were far more sensitive now so I slipped the loosened clamp free.
Her whispered, “fuck” made me smile as I teased the swollen tip, enjoying the noises she made. I could say knocking Amy up wasn’t part of the grand plan but I’d be lying my ass off. You didn’t fuck a girl without condoms if you weren’t aware of biology. We hadn’t announced it yet and Tuesday had been our last hard play for a while. No lie, I couldn’t wait to frame her belly with rope.
Reaching down, I ran my thumb over her stomach. I was also terrified as fuck. This wasn’t my first pregnancy go round though this one was planned and wasn’t freaking the little mama out like my high school girlfriend. Well, not really a girlfriend but someone I had certainly fucked. Sixteen with a baby sure as hell hadn’t been my game plan or hers. She hadn’t gotten an abortion. Instead she had locked herself in the bathroom and took a chef’s knife to her wrists.
There was a Darling tradition. Our hotels were named after the females we lost. The baby had been too small to know the sex so I had chosen Miranda’s name. I had helped design every god damn inch of that hotel. I had no desire to do it again. Fate could fuck right off if it thought I was going to have a second hotel.
Aside from Patrice, no one knew the story behind Miranda. When I had told Amy, she had cried: for me, for Miranda, for the baby and for what could’ve been. Because that’s just the way she was.
I wasn’t good talking about shit, which was why I was dreading telling her about Five and that fucking journal locked in my office safe. A part of me wanted to not tell her that it had been Five who had fucked her at Lash’s party because he had found Jack’s journal dedicated to everything he had wanted to do to her but wouldn’t. We didn’t talk about that night a lot, mostly because she was terrified of what would be unearthed. Five had confessed before the sun had risen and not one to pass by an opportunity, I took advantage of his waking her up with a pay as you go cell and raunchy texts. I needed to know. I was grateful to him for showing her she was still alive but if he ever put his dick near her again, I vowed to rip it off.
Fuck she was going to be pissed when she found out. I really needed to tell her sooner. Ten months was already pushing it but I had promised Five: not until he was either dead or sober. Funny how with Amy pulling away from the group, Five had checked into rehab; clearly he’d needed that last tether to Jack to disappear.
“Wellsley, I’m coming.”
“Nah. You’re bluffing.” Sliding my hand into her panties, I pushed two fingers into her pussy. She clamped tight around me, her cry filling the room as she came. “Well how about that?” I slid my fingers into my mouth, sucking off the sensual taste of her orgasm. “Weren’t you supposed to not come?”
Her eyes opened and I saw the dazed pleasure in the dark colour. “Yes, Wellsley.”
I shifted and drew her panties down. “I really do like these.” Unzipping my slacks, I freed my cock then slid home. Fuck. Best homecoming. Ever. “You don’t get to come this time. Only good little subs get my cum, my little fuck vessel. Let’s see if there’s a good little sub around here.” Catching her hands, I held them over her head as I began to move in her.
Forget I love you. The two sweetest words came from her: “Yes, Wellsley.”
My Sweet Pea,
There is something delicious in the idea of corrupting you. Of being the one to reach into all that delicious sweetness and give it a little twist, give you a little something extra. You’re just so lush and pure...it’s tempting for a pervert like me. Makes a man wonder just how far he can take a mind fuck.
I have this fantasy for your sweet sixteen birthday present. Soft, sweet, submissive you, not so soft, not so sweet, but submissive Five Mason. And me orchestrating the whole thing. It just wouldn’t be a party without my two favourite bottoms. Plus the idea of all your lush curves against Mason’s slender body, his exotic bronze skin meshed with your pale ivory, makes my cock so hard I’m going to take a few minutes to jerk off before I continue.
No.
I’m going to do it as I write you. Because fuck, sweet pea, I’m hard as fucking hell right now imagining this.
And so...
I find you sitting naked on the bed, soft moans coming from you as you touch yourself. Imagining it is me playing with your pretty pussy, kneeling between your spread legs as I lick you. Oh yes, I’m licking you, aren’t I? Tongue inside you as you play with your aching clit. With my hands holding you open, I suck the sensitive flesh like it’s the sweetest, juiciest peach. I taste you, your cunt ready for me, aching for my cock. I work you with my mouth, your cries spilling from you as you rub those juices on my face showing me how hungry you are for my cock.
Fuck...I’m so fucking hard right now because I know what you need.
Your body immobile under my cuffs. Those sweet thighs spread as Mason licks all that sweet juice from you. His tongue licks and fucks while I watch the two of you. His cock hard for you, hard for me. My cock hard from watching you rock and fuck his face, cum spreading everywhere.
You beg me, plead to come until it’s mindless pleasure as he fills you with his tongue, fucks you with it, sucks your clit, bites that ripe berry until you scream for me, come for me. He drinks down your cum as you ache and writhe for my cock. Oh to have my cock in you, fucking you. As you want me to. As you need me to. As you crave me to. Because you know my cock is what will make you come like you never have before. My cum is what you want filling you. And we will come, love. Oh how we will come. Let me fill you, fuck you, sate us. Let it be me because I know, love. I know what you need...
The way your cunt will take me as we fuck above Mason, his tongue and mouth chasing every drop. Warm and tight, a snug kiss, your pussy dripping cum from all of it: his mouth, my dick, your submission. I wish you saw how beautiful you are when you submit just a little. To have it all? Fuck.
Fuuuuuck, sweet pea. Can you feel me fucking you? Owning every beautiful god damn inch of you. Jesus, I’m going to cum imagining your cries...your pleas. Beg me, sweet pea. Beg me for my cum. Beg Mason to stop sucking up every drop. Beg for my cum.
Once you’re full of cum, I guide that soaked cunt onto Mason’s dick. Both of you fuck for me until I’m hard, neither of you allowed to come. Not until I’m pushing into that sweet, virginal ass. I can feel Mason’s cock moving inside you, just a thin barrier separating us. You take us both, eager to please us. All that cock for you. All my cum for you. My hands are all that hold you up as we fuck and fuck and fuck. Tits bouncing, cunt making juicy sounds each time Mason bottoms out in your cunt and I go balls deep in your ass.
Fuck.
Fucking coming in your ass, sweet pea. Coming.
Now...give me yours. Give me everything. Every-fucking-thing.
Fuck. The amount of cum you draw from me, sweet pea. What a pity not a drop is flooding that sweet, submissive cunt. What a waste.
Happy sweet sixteen, sweet pea.
Jack
I’m not sure what to tell you about me. I write because it’s still the best damn job out there. I write because it’s fun and sometimes not fun. I write because some narcissistic part of me loves that this is my job - people reading my words because they want to.
I could tell you Sophie is a pseudonym, but I won’t. I could tell you mundane things about me but I won’t.
Instead...I’m going to say this: I write. I write sex. Sexy sex. Dirty sex. Fun sex. Kinky sex. I’m not ready to apologize for what I write. I shouldn’t have to. So...I won’t.
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Summer 2017
No one sets out to be their boss’s son’s Domme. The
Letter changed all that. Two pages of meticulously crafted words of what he wanted. No, what he needed. From me.
His words had been shocking and graphic and by the end, his handwriting had deteriorated as if his hand had been shaking from need and arousal. The Yours signed at the bottom, with a bold slash had been a declaration and I had no idea what to do with all of that yearning so after two days of re-reading everything, I responded with a simple 18 in the middle of blank piece of paper. Nothing was further mentioned. Then came his birthday and I sent a card home with Mr. Halliwell with directions written in the blank card. On his birthday, a delivery arrived. A flower in a simple, elegant silver vase. A lovely white orchid with a card signed Yours.
My directions were simple: masturbate every hour, on the hour, but he had no permission to come. There was a time and a location.
Five o’clock arrived and everything changed. The Yours tattoo on his left hip complete with the underline in his writing captivated me like nothing else. I hadn’t let him come. He stretched out naked on the bed, I cuffed his hands to the headboard (the hotel chosen because of the bed) and I took his virginity. Then I did everything he begged for in the letter.
A few years later a second tattoo would be placed above the Yours; in my own handwriting was a simple Mine.
Now here we are...eighteen years later.