Taking What He Wants

by Jordan Silver

  I placed the stock bench between her ankles spreading her nice and wide for my iron hard cock, but first there's something I want to try.

  I lift her right leg in the chain until it's almost even with her elbow, not too high, I'm ever mindful of her delicate condition.

  In this position her pussy is nice and open for me, I can see the different shades of pink that runs from her lips to inside her.

  I kneel behind her and drink from her cunt. Ambrosia.

  "Oh, oooooooooh." She tries to fuck herself on my tongue but her movements are a bit hindered, I have her completely at my mercy.

  I ease a vibrator in her ass , did I mention that she loves anal play?

  I've been widening her for future use.

  Her legs are shaking, the chain is pulling, but I don't stop. Eating her pussy is fast becoming my favorite pastime.

  "Hmmmmmm, I love the taste of your pussy baby girl." I lick from clit to slit and back, all the while working the vibrator in and out of her ass on medium speed.

  She's already cumming on my tongue, the shit is running down my chin.

  I work two fingers, then three in her, she's nice and soft and wet.

  Her ass clenched against the toy as she squeezed my fingers which meant it was time.

  From this angle I go straight up into her, with her breasts caught in my hands I ram into her from behind. I don't have to go easy because the stocks are padded around her neck.

  I reached over and pull her hair as hard as I could without causing too much pain, just enough to let her know that pain can be pleasurable.

  I release her chained leg, working the kinks out before placing it on the floor, I never stopped stroking her though.

  Yes, tighter my dick is happy; I feel the head of the vibrator rub against the head of my cock through the thin membrane, the sensation is unbelievable.

  I pick up the clit teaser from the table next to me and put it against her clit.

  She clenched down on my dick like a vise as she tries to get away from me and fuck me at the same time.

  "Keep your ass still."

  She stops all movement, on the outside that is, inside she's throbbing around my dick in a milking sensation. Yeah that's right she doesn't want to revisit the punishment chair and she damn sure don't want me to not let her cum, she says it hurts her tummy. That's one way to control her ass, because if there's one thing I've learned it's that she loves orgasms.

  "Good little girl."

  "Chase you're not moving, why aren't you moving?"

  She sounded almost scared like she thought I was gonna leave her high and dry like I did earlier, but no, I needed this as much as she did.

  My balls were full from watching her walk around all morning in her get up, it was hard for her to walk in her heels at first but she was getting the hang of it. I made her do housework in them, get her used to them, I planned on having her wear heels all the time, three inches and up, heels made her legs look fucking amazing, which made my dick hard as fuck.

  She'd complained about that too which had added to her punishment.

  She didn't know it yet but she will learn that she must never say no to me, my word was law.

  I gave her a deep stroke to wet her appetite, I didn't want to cum too soon, she'd already cum I don't know how many times on my dick.

  I loved the sounds her pussy made as I drove in and out of her. I pushed and pulled the vibrator in time with my strokes, in, out, in countering directions.

  Her pussy was drooling, long drips of cum hanging to the ground. I was gonna enjoy cleaning her up after I off loaded deep inside her.

  "Cum for me baby."

  The clit teaser, vibrator and my cock were too much for my little girl and she shook her way through one massive orgasm.

  I wasn't too far behind as I spilled cum in the crack of her ass, I had other plans foe her pussy. i dried off the excess cum off my dick in her ass down to her clit teasing her still throbbing pussy with the head, her knees buckled and I hurried to release her.

  I took her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed, she had her hand over her pussy.

  "What's wrong with your pussy?"

  "It still tingles."

  I smirked at her, my girl was turning into a sex kitten.

  I climbed between her legs on the bed and starting at her knees I licked up one and down the other, being sure to avoid her pussy. She mewled at me and tried to pull my head into her.

  She got a hard slap for that one.

  "Stop."

  When I was sure her legs were pussy juice free I concentrated on the main course. Eating her pussy until there was nothing left of her juices. She was a wrung out mess when I moved from between her legs almost an hour later but I wasn't done.

  I pulled her to the end of the bed on her stomach while I stood over her and fed my hard dick to her. Her cheeks were nicely puffed as she held on to my hips and devoured me.

  I tugged her head back and forth none too gently, it will be a while before I came again.

  "Use your teeth the way I taught you." She scraped them against the head and down again.

  "Arghhhhhhh, yes baby girl."

  Maybe I was wrong, maybe it wouldn't take so long after all.

  "Look at me."

  She lifted her eyes to mine as I fucked her face, my dick in her throat.

  She was hungry she loved the taste of me as much as I loved the taste of her.

  "Get ready to swallow baby." I pulled back just enough to tap her tongue with my cock before going deep again, my balls drew up tight and I shot off in her mouth.

  When she was finished swallowing I kissed her roughly before taking her into the bathroom to soak.

  "You did good baby."

  As usual I remembered to be tender with her afterwards, my baby needed all the love and attention she could get and I planned on seeing that she got it from now on.

  Chapter 7

  DELIA

  We're going home today after a month on the island, I wish we could just stay here, but that's wishful thinking we both have lives to get back to.

  Chase is on a mission, I understand that his pride was hurt, but it made me feel......strange. The one time I told him that his need to hurt Celine made me feel like I was just a tool, was the first time I had truly felt like he had any real feelings for me.

  Don't get me wrong, I knew he liked my body and the things we did together, but even though he married me, and my little girl heart had wanted to believe it was true love, I never really knew for sure, until that day.

  That day he had let me see a side of him that I think few people ever saw, it was raw emotion, so much, I will never again doubt his love for me.

  It made it easier to face home again, if only I could talk him out of his need for revenge, not only against Celine but my parents for what he deems their mistreatment of me.

  He just didn't understand, my parents never wanted me, Celine was supposed to be it for them. I was a surprise, an unwanted one no less, and unfortunately they had no problem letting me know that from a very young age.

  I'd adapted though, accepted my place in their lives for what it was, but they were the only family I had, I wasn't physically abused, but I learned that whenever Celine was anywhere around I became persona non grata.

  As a small child it was hard to understand, but eventually you catch on and you step aside, stay in the background.

  You watch at Christmas when she gets a mountain of brightly wrapped gifts and you might be lucky enough to get maybe one or two with a new book or maybe if you're lucky a new pair of school shoes.

  All their love had already gone to their golden child there was none left for me, but like I said, I adapted.

  Then Chase came along, and I think it was the first time since I was a very young child that I wanted something Celine had, I had long given up hope of ever gaining my parents' love, but this golden haired man, with a smile that made me melt, and the kindness he showed when we first met, it was like wa
tering a plant left too long without moisture.

  I blossomed under his attention, but there was no way he would notice me in that way, at least that's what I told myself.

  I couldn't help the looks that I threw his way whenever we were in the same room together, not that I had any intention on things going as far as they did, who would pass up a blonde beauty for a mousy nobody like me, which is the way my sister had always described me.

  Chase made me feel beautiful, wanted, desired. It wasn't all sex toys and bondage either, that was just his play time thing I called it; no it was more than that as I'd found out on the island when we were together, we were so happy.

  I was gradually coming out of my shell, though the gifts were nice, I didn't need them, only his arms around me when we slept, the way he put his hand in the small of my back when we were walking somewhere, the way he looked right at me when we were talking, his laughter when I did something silly, his care for me and his unborn child.

  Now we were headed home and I was scared, scared that there would be trouble, I know my family, especially my sister, and what Chase had done to her she would never forgive, the fact that he married me......hah, she will make my life a living hell.

  "You're worrying again, I told you about that. You give your family way too much power, they're only that powerful in your head babygirl, to the rest of the world they're just a pathetic bunch who didn't have the good sense to recognize what a gem they had in their midst, they're loss my gain.

  Now stop worrying, everything's going to be fine. You're not Delia Fielding anymore, you're a Thornton now, and you know what my family name means in our town and yours no one would dare mess with you, not even your family, you'll see."

  "But Celine....."

  "If she has the nerve to show her face she will be dealt with, if she causes you one moment of trouble I will bring her up on charges, there are laws against what she did after all."

  "I just don't want any trouble."

  "Come here, my little worry wart."

  I climbed into his lap, the safest place in the world, unless he was laying over me in bed, that's when I felt my safest, like he was a shield between me and the rest of the world.

  "You need daddy to take your mind off this stuff, hmm, you want me to occupy your mind until we get home?"

  "Yes please."

  I was smiling before he got up with me in his arms and led us to the bedroom of his private plane.

  Our clothes were gone, the sheets were soft beneath my back as he ate between my legs. One of my favorite things, he did it so well.

  The sight of him there, this strong virile man who made me weak, when he was there feasting on me with his tongue it was as though I had the power.

  My hands in his hair direct him, my sighs and moans and screams ordered. The way he feasted on my body said I owned him, just as he owned me.

  I came on that thought, flooding his mouth with my juices just the way he liked.

  "Suck."

  Now it was my turn, I loved doing this with him, this too made me feel powerful, the sounds I could draw forth from him, the way his hands clenched in my hair. Oh I see this was to be more than just me sucking him, he was in an amorous mood.

  He thrust in and out of my mouth forcefully, I liked it this way too.

  "Take it all babygirl."

  My throat made room for his length, lots of practice had paid off, I could give him the pleasure he sought this way now.

  "Look at me."

  I look up into his eyes as I sucked him deep into my throat and out, I use my hands to hold him in place as I play with the very tip of him with my tongue.

  He's long and hard and thick, this one thing brings me so much pleasure, I love it, I show it. I swallow it again as I play with the sac beneath, one of my hands goes between my legs that drives him crazy I know.

  "Fuck babygirl, enough."

  I released him from my mouth, and he took the hand that I used to pleasure myself, sucking my fingers into his mouth as he drives into my body.

  I cry out because he’s so deep and it feels better than anything in the world.

  "Shit, did I hurt you?"

  He clasps my face in his hands so he could look into my eyes.

  "No, it was just all at once that's all." I was already moving under him, my toes clenching into the bed as he stroked in and out of me.

  "I have to remember to be more careful with you."

  I pull him down for a kiss and smile, he's already very careful with me, with us. Who would've thought my hard, angry man could be this.

  I lift my ass off the bed so I could draw more of his length into me, he's being careful now, I don't want careful, I want rough and hard and driven, like he can't get enough of what's between my legs. I bite him, that's my way of letting him know.

  "Oh, someone wants to play."

  My legs go up, up, he rears up onto his knees. My ankles are now held between his hands as he opens me wider. We both watch as he plunges into me, my wetness is evident all over his length, the sounds make me crazy, I want more.

  I look up at him and draw his attention, I bite my lip, I know what that does to him.

  He drops my legs, attacks my mouth plunging into me now at both ends, I try turning us over, he complies.

  Now I'm riding him, I move faster and faster as the fever in my body heats up, my hips are a whirlwind, his hands and lips and teeth love my breasts, I'm leaking all over him, I can't stop.

  I'm a dancer as I gyrate over him, but still it's not enough, he knows. He throws me off, climbs behind me and in one stroke buries himself deep.

  "Yesssss, more , harder, deeper."

  "Tell me what you want."

  I'm still shy about saying those words.

  "Tell me or I'll stop." He eases off, no, no.

  "No, no, don't stop, please I need it, need you."

  "Tell me." He gives a deep plunge, I grab onto the sheets with both hands as I push back against him.

  "Fuck....fuck me...I want you to fuck me."

  "Good little girl." And he gives me what I want all of him hard, deep, his all; now I'm happy. We ride out the madness together. The sting of his hand in my hair makes my eyes water but I don't care this is what I love. This wildness that I can call forth from him, it makes me feel so alive.

  Now for the tenderness, he's still hard as he pulls out of me, turns me over and reenters me this way.

  Now it's softness, soft touches, whispers in my ear, whispers of love and devotion.

  "Do you know how much you're loved little one?"

  I shake my head, it's a game we play.

  "All I have, all I am is yours, always, I'll never let anyone harm you again, never."

  He kisses my brow as he releases his seed once more in me.

  Chapter 8

  DELIA

  We've been back for a whole two weeks , I've returned to school and Chase to his practice, I'm finally learning to relax, I no longer expect to see one of them around every corner.

  Chase, my husband has gone out of his way to make me feel more secure.

  For the first week he drove me to and from classes, which took some maneuvering on his part because of work, but his dad was a big help.

  In fact his whole family was helpful when it came to helping me get settled in. If Chase were too busy some other member of his family would be there for me, it was as though he sent out the memo saying that I wasn't to be left alone.

  I was never left alone at any time except during classes.

  We still met for lunch, but now, because they were no longer stolen moments, we actually had lunch.

  That's not to say that I haven't missed a class or two, and sneaking off to a hotel in the middle of the day was still fun, unless Chase wanted to play, then we went to his condo in the city.

  I'm now a little over three months along and he's being so sweet.

  Every morning when I wake up ready to die, he has dry toast and either tea, or a cold seven up waiting for me.<
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  According to his mother it's the best remedy, sometimes it works, sometimes not, either way I always end up puking my guts up, which I would like to do alone, but he never lets me.

  Sometimes I oversleep and awaken to find him dressed in one of his suits ready for work, just waiting for me to get up so he could help me through my ordeal.

  He holds my hair, wipes my brow and supplies me with ice cold seven up.

  Sometimes my hormones get the better of me and I jump him for a change.

  Thank heaven for afternoon lunches.

  Anyway, this is the end of our second week back and I'm finally relaxing.

  I haven't seen or heard from anyone in my family and I'm not quite sure how to feel.

  It's as though they've written me off completely, like I never existed.

  Even after all they've done over the years it still stings, Chase's family is so supportive, so kind, they treat him like gold, and by extension me now too, it makes me feel small sometimes, since they knew what my family life was like, they'd seen it first hand.

  Since we've been back I've learned that Sundays are the Thornton family day, no matter what was going on you had to be there for Sunday dinner at least, but they mostly spent the whole day together.

  Paulina and I are pretty close since we're about the same age, and Drew's the big brother I never had.

  It's from Paulina that I learnt what happened after Chase and I left the dinner that night.

  Apparently Celine had tried to save face by accusing me and Chase of carrying on behind her back the whole time they were engaged, but the tale of the tape held out, no one pretty much wanted to hear anything she had to say.

  Everyone had been disgusted by the three of them, and Chase had manipulated things so well that the only ones in attendance that night were her friends or people she wanted to impress, none of his patients or fellow doctors were there that night thank heaven.

  My parents had slithered away in shame, but I was sure all would be forgiven in time, they could never stay mad at her for long.