Her ass still carried the signs from yesterday’s punishment, nice and red, owned. I moved to the table next to her cot and chose my favorite ass plug and some lube before going back to her. My cock led the way, long, hard and dripping pre-cum.
I stood at her head at the side of the bed with my cock bobbing in her face. It only took me wiping my fat cockhead across her lips once for her to get the idea, and she opened her mouth and teased me with her tongue dipping into my cock slit.
I hissed and leaned over her with the bottle of lube in my hand. I spread her ass cheeks open and poured some lube inside her while she took the tip of my cock into her warm mouth. I oiled up the plug next and after working her open with two fingers, slid it into her tight ass. Now it was her turn to hiss and swallow more of my cock.
I face fucked her while fucking her ass with the plug nice and deep and slow. My cock kept hitting her throat and pulling back until she grabbed my ass and held me in place. “Let go.” She mumbled around my cock but did my bidding.
“Hands behind your back.” She put her hands behind her back and I grabbed them with my free hand as I fucked her ass and her face harder. I pulled out of her mouth and moved around behind her on the bed with the plug still moving in and out of her ass.
She was half on her side half on her tummy with her left leg bent and the right one straight. I straddled the right leg and drove two fingers into her pussy while steadily widening her ass with the plug that was now deep in her bowels.
I opened her pussy with my fingers and looked inside her before sliding my dick into her warmth. She cried out in pleasure as my cock hit bottom. I spanked her ass a little less harder than the day before and she pushed back for me.
“Cock your ass in the air for me baby. That’s it, good girl.” I pressed down on her left ass cheek and pounded her pussy sideways, leaving the plug sitting in her ass. “I’m going to cum so hard in you baby, fuck!” I could feel it coming but didn’t want it to end. With all the new realizations and my heightened senses where she was concerned, my emotions were out of whack.
I pulled her all the way onto her knees with her stuffed ass in the air and her pussy impaled on my extremely hard cock.
I stroked into her gently from behind with my hand wrapped around her throat as I whispered words of praise and encouragement in her ear.
I told her how proud I was of the way she was taking me so well in her little pussy. I knew I was deep inside where she still had trouble taking me and probably would until I’d fucked her for at least a year, and yet her pussy moved on and off my cock with hardly any resistance and she wasn’t wincing every time I hit bottom.
“Hands stretched out in front of you, face in the mattress.” She fell into position and it sent her ass higher in the air and made my cock sink deeper. “I’m going to do you rough.” That was all the warning she got before I wrapped her ponytail tightly around my wrist, planted my knees firmly and fucked into her.
I looked down at her in total submission and my heart swelled. That weird emotion wrapped around my heart again and squeezed this time, as if saying I’m here, acknowledge me. But I couldn’t. This was just the master and sub game. The same game I’ve been playing since I was eighteen years old. I can’t let it be anything else, anything more. Not now, not ever. But if I was going to give my heart…
I had to bring myself back from the brink, remind myself that this was nothing more than the physical. And so instead of the words that were paving a way up my lungs and burning the back of my tongue, I gave her something else. The only thing I had to give. “Your pussy’s so good baby. I could stay in you all night long.”
With those words her little body pushed back harder into my thrusts and her pussy juiced just a little bit more and I had the wild urge to see her face; to look into her eyes while I took her. Pulling out of her body with care, I placed her on her back and slid back inside going deep until I kissed her womb.
Her pussy closed around me like a warm glove, the feelings so intense I threw my head back as I slow stroked her. When I opened my eyes hers were staring up at me and my heart trembled. As my seed shot out of me and into her, I kissed her forehead as I finally accepted the truth. She had become something more. She was my all. Fucking hell!
I pulled her up into my arms as our bodies shook together in climax and with my arms wrapped tightly, securely around her, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I would die without this girl. But how do I let her in and preserve myself in the process? And how do I turn my sub into my wife?
As our bodies came down to earth once again I rearranged us so that she laid with her head on my chest. I had one arm wrapped around her and the other under my head as I thought of what this all meant. Things were changing so fast, but somehow I think I always knew.
It was going to cause quite a stir I was sure, but I wasn’t worried about what anyone else might say. That shit never mattered to me before, and it damn sure wasn’t going to now, not when it was this important, but what about her? Had things changed for her as well? Or was I still just the man who’d bought her and turned her body into my own pleasure trove?
I touched her now with a little of what was in my heart and she curled into me like a kitten.
The lines were beyond blurred and there was no use denying it. In my heart we were no longer master and sub, though I wasn’t going to share that with her yet. There was still too much to do before I could take that last step.
Instead I turned her to her back and made love to the woman I’d given my heart to and there truly was a difference. The need to dominate was still strong. It will always be there I’m sure. But there was now another need as well. The need to love, to cosset, to own in every way possible.
That night I fell asleep holding her tightly in my arms and didn’t feel when she slid out of my bed for hers. I’d meant for her to stay with me, but I guess I’d trained her too well. I was worn down by emotion, not to mention physically drained from cumming inside her more than I ever had before. I think I even broke my record of taking her five times in one night, and so I didn’t feel her leave me.
When I rolled over in the morning the first thing I heard were her chains. I know I hadn’t tied her last night, so the sound made no sense until I opened my eyes and saw her now stirring on her bed in the corner. After everything I’d felt the night before it was a jolt to the system seeing her over there like that.
Outside the window I could see that the sun had barely come up, which meant we’d both barely had any sleep. I had to get my day started, but there was no reason for her to be up.
I got out of bed wordlessly and walked over to her, picking her up in my arms and taking her back to bed. Once there I made sure she was comfortable and with my arms and one leg thrown over her, settled again.
Her body was stiff and unsure until I kissed her hair and said, “sleep.” She finally settled down enough to fall into slumber again and I kept watch over her for a little while longer until it was time to leave her and get the day started.
23
Alyssa
There’s something different about him. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s almost like that feeling when the cloud moves away from the sun. Or maybe I’ve been shut away here for so long it’s finally getting to me. That must be it, because the hate I once bore him, if I can call it that, has lessened more and more each day.
Instead of wanting to get away, to escape this pathetic life he’d inflicted on me, I now find myself missing him when he’s gone. And last night, what was that about? I’d felt the change in him that look in his eyes when he’d looked down at me. I hadn’t seen it before, that strange light that came from within and made his face glow.
As if he needed any help in the looks department. He was too good looking for his own good already. The thought reminded me of who he was and what I meant to him, nothing but an object to be owned. I will never be his equal; he’ll never see me as anything more than his little plaything. The realization made me s
adder than I would’ve thought possible.
I started to climb out of his bed. It didn’t feel the same with him not in it, and besides I didn’t want to get used to this new attitude of his only to have it changed again in the middle of the week. I’d fallen for the princess thing thinking that it made a difference and look where that got me.
The soreness between my thighs reminded me once again of the night before as I walked gingerly to the shower to clean the stink of sex off of me.
My face heated at the memory of all I had done. How I’d touched him like a lovesick puppy. How his whispered words of praise had made me feel like the most cherished woman in the world. I’d cried out for him and even begged him to fuck me once or twice when I just couldn’t hold it in. I’d done everything but proclaim my love for him.
Did he know? Had I given myself away? This thought put fear in my heart more than any other could. I couldn’t stay here if he’d learned my secret. I couldn’t bear it if he had. The shame of it was almost too much to take. He’d gloat like the overbearing ass he can be if he knew that my stupid heart had fallen for him.
But how would I leave, where would I go? My mind worked as I cleaned myself up but I couldn’t see a way out. He never leaves my side when we’re out of this room and I’m not allowed past the door without his permission, which he never gives.
He’d done this shit to me purposely. He’d turned me into a simpering jackass while he kept himself aloof and untouched. Good, I was back to being good and angry.
I preferred the anger, that was a safer emotion than the other and would protect me in the long run. Only a fool would fall in love with her…whatever he was.
Good Alyssa, keep that anger burning. The day you let it go you’re lost. But my anger wasn’t as hot as it once was and I knew I was fighting a losing battle. If I left him I wouldn’t survive. I’d begun to feel like he was a part of me, a part of my life that I would suffer without.
How had I come to this? When did it happen, how? I dried myself off, muttering to myself all the while. I put on one of my new dresses that I was now allowed to wear when he wasn’t here, and went to look out the window. When I heard the door open behind me I thought it was the maid with breakfast and didn’t turn.
It was only when she wasn’t her usual chirpy self that I turned around and real fear gripped me. My skin turned to ice and I was frozen to the spot. The look on the man’s face sent terror racing through me and I backed up to the window, one longing look over my shoulder telling me there was no escape.
When he grinned as if he knew what I was thinking I knew I was going to die today, because if he touched me I would kill him. I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else’s hands on me. It never once occurred to me that Braxton had done this. Somehow I didn’t equate the man I had come to know, had grown to love, with those sick tales I’d heard what seemed like so long ago now.
Braxton where are you? I screamed the words in my head even as I looked around the room for something to defend myself with. The closer he got the tighter that feeling around my neck became. I was choking on my own fear and my legs began to tremble as he came nearer.
Master Brax
Dammit Brax go to work. I’d been puttering around the home office for the better part of an hour not wanting to leave. For some reason now that I’d accepted my feelings for her, I no longer felt right leaving her shut away in my room all day.
I felt shame for the first time at the way I’d treated her, which made no sense. Wouldn’t I spank my wife if she disobeyed? Yes, but you wouldn’t leave her chained to the damn wall now would you? But she’s not chained today she’s just confined to the room. Same thing.
Damn! The thought had me racing back up the stairs to her. Maybe I’ll take her with me, let her sit in the office and read a book or something. I didn’t know what the hell I was supposed to do here. I’ve grown used to this way of things. Having never treated any woman in any other way, I didn’t begin to know what the hell I was supposed to do now.
Well, taking her out of the room was a start. I couldn’t believe how excited I was for the sight of her even though it had only been an hour or two at the most since I’d left. But as I rushed down the hallway to my suite my heart raced and my pulse quickened.
I heard her voice and started to smile thinking she was once again defying me and talking to the servants. But then the tinge of fear resonated and I broke through the door at a run.
“What the fuck, are you doing in here?” I saw my old man on top of her and was across the room in three strides. Wrapping my arm around his neck I dragged him off of her and punched him in the face driving him back. I looked back at her and the condition of her clothes made blood cloud my vision.
I went after him and dragged his ass up from the floor. The pathetic fool looked half drunk this early in the morning.
“I told you not to fucking touch her.” I planted my fist in his mouth as he opened it to feed me his bullshit excuses. His pants were open and his shriveled dick hung out the front. If I didn’t need to see to her I would take the time to wring that shit off and stuff it down his fucking neck.
“Get the fuck out of here and if I ever see you anywhere near her again I’ll kill you.”
“Over a piece of ass, what the hell has gotten into you? I am your father.” I made a move toward him and he stepped back in fear.
“She’s not a piece of ass, she’s mine. Now for the last time get out.” I turned back to her. “Come here sweetheart, did he hurt you?” Her body was shaking like a leaf and I wished I’d done more than punch the fucker. Father or not he’d crossed the line for the last time.
“Let me see, did he touch you?” If I was too late I will kill him. The thought of anyone else taking her sent my rage up a few notches. “No, he…he…” my strong brave girl broke down in tears and held onto me in fear. My gut hurt as I wrapped my arms around her.
“It’s okay now sweetheart I’m here. I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever.” I kissed her hair and sat on the bed with her on my lap. She clung to me as her tears soaked my chest and shoulder and I was reminded once more of how tiny and delicate my little flower is. That mouth of hers makes it easy to forget.
I waited for her tears to dry up and tapped her hip. “Come on let’s go.” She held me even tighter and there was a new fear in her eyes. “ No you can’t take me back I won’t let you.” She threw her arms around my neck and held on for dear life.
What was she talking about? Take her back where? And then it hit me and something in my chest unfurled. “Baby?” I lifted her chin so that I could see into her eyes. Was she afraid that I was going to take her back to her dad’s? And if so, isn’t that what she wanted?
“I’m not taking you anywhere. Well actually I am but…you’ll see.” I got to my feet and pulled the torn dress off over her head and threw it to the floor. I dressed her in another one of the summer dresses I’d bought because they reminded me of her eyes and put her shoes on myself.
I held her hand all the way to the stairs before picking her up because she was still shaking. The servants were hovering around at the bottom looking up in trepidation. I guess they’d heard the commotion. “Mister Brax?”
“It’s okay Lucille, I’m taking her home with me.” Alyssa picked her head up off my shoulder questioningly. “I’ll explain later.”
I should’ve left a long time ago. My house had been ready for months, but I never saw the hurry since I knew my old man would self- destruct if I left him on his own. But after this, I never wanted to see his ass again.
“Should I pack up the rest of your stuff Mister Brax?” I turned to look at the woman who’d been more of a mother to me my whole life than my own. “Yours too. We’re leaving here today.” Her hands went in the air and she had a word with her maker before hurrying off.
“Uh, Mister Brax, we’re coming too.” I looked towards the servants who all nodded their heads. Before I would’ve made them stay to keep an eye on him, now I couldn’t s
ay that I cared one way or the other.
If I could hate him, I would for this. But it wasn’t in me to hate the man who’d given me life. It was the first time I realized I wasn’t like him and that fear that I’d carried for a lifetime evaporated. I was free, really and truly free.
I looked down at my woman and smiled. She looked at me suspiciously, making me laugh. “You can all come if you wish. My wife and I would appreciate it.” I felt her stiffen in my arms and held her closer. “Do you think they make wedding rings small enough for your tiny fingers little girl?”
I saw the second she got it. Her eyes flew open wide and for the first time since I brought her here I saw real tears of joy in her eyes. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me all over my face and wherever she could reach, while the servants chuckled and went to pack their stuff.
Epilogue
Master Brax
“Liza, come away from there.” I hitched my son higher on my chest and went after his hardheaded sister. Like mother like daughter; daring, headstrong and opinionated as shit. The little minx looked back at me as her spindly legs took her closer to the water’s edge.
I’d brought them to see their grandfather, their mother’s dad. Their mother was inside with my other son, the twin to the one in my arms, catering to him. That one was going to be trouble; he loves to hog my wife’s attention. Three months old and already he’s too much like me.
I reached my little terror just as Silas came to join us. I’d taken the kids down to the stream to give him and his daughter some time alone since it had been weeks since they’d seen each other. “I’ve got her Brax, a handful is she?” From the twinkle in his eyes I knew he was having fun at my expense.
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