Dragon Protector: A WILD Security Book

by Ruby Forrest

  I tried to look around real quick but the lights were off. All I could make out was the feint silhouette of a man standing by the edge of my bed, with his hand pressing down on my face and his other holding a circular object.

  Consciousness was slipping. I wanted to fight back but even when I tried to raise my fist to punch it had no weight on its impact. All I could do was squirm a little and kick but even that felt nothing. It was like swimming against a heavy current.

  Zip!

  I fought to keep my eyes open. I saw him take the object in his hand, which turned out to be duct tape, and he lifted his grasp on my face for a moment as he then taped my mouth shut. I wanted to scream but all I could muster was a lifeless moan.

  In the darkness I saw the man open a backpack and he produced a rope.

  Fuck… is this it? Dylan… hurry! Before I panic please take me away, daddy!

  He lifted my hands and the last thing I remembered was him tying my hands around my back.

  ***

  I awoke to the sensation of something warm rubbing against my cheeks. I opened my eyes but I saw nothing but pitch darkness. A blindfold had been tied around my eyes. When I tried to move, I discovered I could not. I was lying naked on a bed, the softest I had ever been on, spread with my arms and legs tied each of the four posts. However, my head was in a slightly awkward position - it didn’t rest on a pillow and was instead slightly leaning over the edge. It left my head slightly hanging off the bed.

  “Hello? Daddy?” I called out, hoping Dylan would answer.

  Oomph! As soon as I opened my mouth something drove inside, plowing in and rubbing against my lips, tongue and the back to my throat. It was someone’s cock.

  Oh God… am I getting fucked like this? I tried to figure out what the hell was happening but even that thought popped as soon as I felt heavy hands grasping both of my breasts. I felt my nipples begin to harden as the man’s fingertips danced across my skin and encircle my nipples.

  Fuck! The cock rammed deeper into my mouth and I was beginning to drool. I heard the sound of his flesh pummeling into my mouth and I could only slobber like an animal as he continued to face-fuck me.

  Then he went in deeper. God he’s going to make me deepthroat. I had never tried it before and I panicked. I felt my legs try to kick up but the rope held me down. I wanted to squirm but as I tried, one of the hands squeezing my tits let go and suddenly wrapped all fingers around my little neck.

  Oh God, he’s going to choke me.

  He did. He squeezed and I opened my mouth wider to gasp for air. All I got was more cock thrusting deep into my throat. I was starting to feel my chest heave as I was beginning to struggle for air. As I did, my throat contracted, tightening around his cock even more. While it was difficult for me, it was probably pleasurable for him.

  The grip on my neck tightened even more and I was beginning to feel really scared.

  “N-no,” I tried to say but the cock in my mouth only muffled it. I don’t even think I heard anything beyond a simple “nnn” groan.

  Pop! The cock suddenly withdrew and I heaved and fought for air. I drooled as I tried desperately to breathe. I barely even noticed the sudden splash of hot cum as it rained down on my face and into my mouth.

  Slap!

  “Fuck!” I screamed as a hand suddenly slapped my face.

  “Good,” a voice complimented my performance and I recognized it to be Dylan. It was him. Whew. For a moment I felt a sudden mixture of swelling pride and anger. He really did kidnap me and use me.

  “Daddy?” I called out, cum dripping from the side of my mouth. “Thank you. I waited so long for you to take me.”

  “You’re an excited little whore,” he said. Oddly, I didn’t feel offended. He was making me want to wear the title like a badge of honor. “I love the shape of your body, slut.”

  I smiled. I wiggled my body a little. “Thank you, daddy.”

  “Very juicy,” he continued as I felt his hand again touch me. He toyed around with my breasts for a few moments and from time to time he would suddenly squeeze, making me gasp a little and coo as I felt a rush of lust.

  “Your voice, baby,” he said as he suddenly pinched my nipple. “You sound like you were born to get fucked. It’s such a… seductive little cry. It makes daddy want to fuck you.”

  Oh God, his voice is so seductive. I would let him fuck me right here. I wanted to give my whole body to him, I was surrendering it all to him.

  “Take me, daddy,” I consented. Maybe he was just waiting for me to willingly give up my virginity?

  “I will,” he answered. His voice was a little farther and I figured he was walking around the bed. “But first I want to play.”

  What the hell did that mean? Was he going to--

  “Oh my-- f-fuck!” I moaned out suddenly as I felt him press his mouth against my soaking pussy. His tongue lashed out and I felt the sudden warmth of it sliding against the folds of my womanhood.

  “D-daddy,” I began. “P-please eat my pussy. Please f-fuck me. I p-promise to b-be a good… oh, God… a g-good slut for daddy.”

  Whatever it is I said I must have turned him on even more because I felt Dylan’s hands press down against my legs as he pushed his face in even more. I moaned wildly as I felt his tongue dig in through my pussy and I was worried he would use his tongue to break my virginity. I didn’t want that - I wanted his damn cock in me.

  I was beginning to feel so much heat inside. It was burning inside my gut and in my chest. Worst of all, the heat was exploding like a bomb between my legs.

  “D-daddy!” I screamed as he began to suckle on my clit. Each time his mouth pressed down against it I’d feel a sudden jolt surge through my body, making me jerk and squirm. He seemed to like it though and he continued to lick and suck on my clit, making me moan even louder than before. As he did I would feel his hands roam across my body and it was like being a goddess, worshipped and touched in every way. It was like he hungered for my flesh and I wanted to give it all to him.

  Suddenly, Dylan stopped.

  “D-daddy why? Please, don’t stop now.”

  “Are you ready to cum?” he asked.

  I nodded. Even though I couldn’t see him I was sure he could see me. “Very much so, daddy.”

  “You haven’t worked yet,” he said. “You haven’t earned the right to cum, baby. You need to satisfy daddy some more.”

  I moved my head around, hoping I’d be facing wherever he was standing. “Please, daddy, I’m begging you. I want to cum. Please let me cum, daddy. I’ll work for it. I’ll do anything!”

  He didn’t say a word but he did respond by undoing the knots keeping me tied down.

  As soon as my hands and feet were free I rolled into a ball and stretched. I rubbed my wrists and tried to sit up but the strength had been drained out of me.

  Dylan grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up to a sitting position.

  “Baby, daddy needs you to get on all fours,” he commanded.

  The moment of truth. I knelt and then got on all four. I wiggled my ass a little, hoping a little seduction would get my mind off the pain and shock that was coming shortly.

  “Just relax, baby, daddy’s got you,” he said.

  Slap!

  I yelped as he suddenly slapped my ass. I bit down on my lip and reveled in the moment.

  Slap! He slapped again and this time I felt my ass beginning to redden. My face flushed red as well in slight embarrassment but at this point it wasn’t like I could just get up and leave. I just kept my face downwards, hoping he wouldn’t notice my shame.

  Fuck. I then felt the head of his cock press against the folds of my pussy. He slid it playfully through the folds, toying with my pussy lips as he grabbed a hold of my waist with both his hands.

  When he thrust I felt my whole body tense and I tried to scream but I ended up moaning out in pleasure instead. A chill went down my spine as I felt the girth of his cock part the w
alls of my vagina and penetrate through inside of me.

  I lost my breath and I struggled to keep conscious as I felt my whole body begin to rock back and forth as Dylan took me. My mouth gaped open as I moaned and I could feel him squeezing tight on my waist as his rhythm increased and his cock pushed in deeper and faster.

  All sense of time vanished as I rocked and moaned. The only sensation was that of lust building inside me as Dylan took me.

  He then pumped in faster, jerking into my flesh, and it was only then that I realized he was getting to blow his load and for a fleeting second I was worried he was going to spill his seed inside me. Fortunately, he pulled out just at the last second and yanked me by the hair. He pulled my face so it would be under him and I instinctively opened my mouth and caught his cum. It spilled like a warm bath all over my face and I swallowed as much as I could.

  Finally he removed the blindfold. When I opened my eyes and looked at him, I found Dylan stroking his cock and smiling down at me.

  “Good girl,” he praised me as he caressed my face. “Not once did you use the safe word. I think you were enjoying being my little fuck slut tonight.”

  “Oh daddy,” I said as I moved forward and licked the length of his cock. “I loved it.”

  He then bent down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Did I hurt you? I was pretty rough while kidnapping you and I slapped you a few times.”

  I shook my head. “No, daddy, I promise. It was even more exhilarating as I thought it would be.”

  Dylan laughed and he brushed his fingers through my hair. “Baby girl, this is still a very light session. I haven’t done anything with you yet. I just wanted to fuck you and let you bask in the moment of losing your virginity.”

  He then sat down beside me and for the first time I got a look at the room we were in. The bed was a beautiful king-sized thing of beauty and it even had silk curtains hanging from the bed posts. The room itself had several drawers which he had kept open, allowing me to see what he had stored in them. Each drawer had a set of different kinds of sex toys and accessories. I saw furry handcuffs, mouth gags, blindfolds, vibrators, all kinds of dildos, straps and more. The walls had sections where a chain could be locked in and I even saw a table and a collection of whips and flogging toys.

  “Why didn’t you use any of these on me?” I just had to ask.

  He wrapped a blanket around me and hugged me as he answered, “I wanted to focus solely on your surrender. Losing your virginity happens only once and I wanted it to be an event you’ll never forget. All of these toys can come later, during a much more intense session.”

  “So am I a true submissive now, daddy?” I pondered what that meant in such a unique relationship such as this.

  Dylan shook his head, “Not yet. I haven’t broken you yet, baby. I will though, very soon. There is one thing you do need to remember when it comes to a BDSM relationship.”

  “What’s that, daddy?”

  “That even though I am the dom and you are the sub, it is still a give-and-take relationship. It is about you satisfying my desires to own you and me satisfying your desires to be dominated. We are both pleasing each other, with or without the sex. There’s respect and a line that we mustn’t cross.”

  That was honestly a lot deeper than what I expected.

  “Thank you, daddy,” was all I could say.

  He gave me a hug and we sat there in silence, just reveling in the moment. I shut my eyes and rested my head on his chest. I had finally jumped the fence and was no longer a virgin. Dylan was right too - this was a night I would never forget. It wasn’t just two people sneaking home while the parents were out or two strangers banging after getting drunk in a bar. This was a much more intimate instance. I gave everything to him and he took me.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t get to explore the rest of his home. He said it would be better to just bring me back for a real tour some other time. On our way to his car I did get a glimpse and noticed he lived in a giant manor, one that bore a modern design with a lot of glass instead of old wood furniture.

  When he drove me home all I could think of was that feeling Dylan gave me. Even in the car and in my room all I could think of was how I felt while getting fucked. All I could think of was the taste of his cock and how his cum felt so warm and so good on my face. I remembered how he pleased me and teased me with his tongue and how he played with my pussy.

  I completely forgot about the door and luckily it was left unlocked. When Ysa and Matt got back they didn’t realize I had left. Dylan had been long gone by then, back to his home. They probably thought I was asleep. I was just in my room, with my fingers between my legs playing with my pussy, and I fell asleep listening to them fucking in the other room.

  END OF SAMPLE

  BLISSFUL BILLIONAIRE

  Chapter One

  Selena looked at herself one more time in the mirror. She wasn’t particularly happy with her white mini skirt. It just made her feel so exposed but she liked how it showed off her long legs. It also paired well with the large looped earrings May bought for her birthday. The only problem was that her skin was already quite pale and her crimson hair seemed to blend in with what she wore.

  “This isn’t going to work,” she told herself and went back to her closet. In the end she traded her clothes for a black laced mini skirt and a backless black sleeveless top. All the black further accented her red lipstick, pale skin and red hair. She never really liked wearing black but this was better than looking like a pastel painting.

  Her phone buzzed and she checked to find several messages from her friends. They were already at the party. She didn’t bother replying as she left, grabbing her purse and car keys on the way out of her apartment.

  Getting from her place to the venue took longer than she expected. It was a private party, in some rich guy’s house, but her friends knew a guy that knew the guy so they were able to get invitations. She didn’t really care. All she wanted was a chance to drink, dance and forget about work for a while.

  As she drove, Selena tried to clear her thoughts. She had been working as an interior designer for the past six years but the company recently got into financial issues and she was one of the many that were laid off. She needed a job, any job.

  To drown out her thoughts she played a few songs as loudly as she could, trying to pass the time in traffic as peacefully as possible. It was after a while that she realized she had been playing songs from Roxette, Bruce Springsteen and White Snake and it made her feel old.

  “Good luck getting a job,” she told herself as she took a left turn. “I’m probably older than my boss.”

  In truth she was only twenty-seven but companies these days were constantly looking for the impossible. Often she’d find an advertisement looking to hire a single female, with no children, aged twenty-one to twenty-three. Somehow they also expected to hire someone with at least a year or two of experience. With each hiring post she found she discovered they were looking for someone young and single.

  “What’s with these requirements,” she once asked. “Are they hiring a designer or a model they can seduce and fuck?”

  Just a few minutes after sorting her thoughts she took the last turn and found herself in a very fancy neighborhood. All the houses on this street were big enough to swallow her entire apartment building and more. Just a few more houses down and she found a corner with a lot of cars parked in front of what she could only describe as a genuine mansion.

  It took her a while to park her car but when she did she found her friends, Ayesha and May, were already outside waiting for her.

  “Took you forever,” Ayesha said as she took Selena by the hand.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t find something to wear,” Selena answered.

  May rolled her eyes at that and said, “You couldn’t find something to wear that wasn’t black but still pretty to look at.”

  The girls giggled and Selena acknowledged May was right.

 
“So what’s going on,” she then asked.

  Ayesha led them through the front garden, where there were already a lot of people drinking and chatting away, “Well, we saw Gilbert flirting with Mylene. They were over in the basement playing beer pong with a few people.”

  “Gilbert’s such a man-whore,” Selena responded as she waved at a few familiar faces on their way into the house. “Can’t believe I actually dated that idiot.”

  “I can’t believe you slept with him,” May stated. “He’s probably got more diseases that a flea bag hooker.”

  Selena’s jaw dropped and she nudged May with her elbow, “Fuck you.”

  “You know it’s true, though,” May told her. She then opened the front door and they walked into a large reception area where couches had been moved in and a lot of people were randomly talking, standing, dancing and drinking. They quickly identified a few people they knew – the party constants such as themselves.

  Selena also identified the big guns, the real people that belonged in this kind of occasion. She could tell a person was upper class just by the way they dressed or walked around. Unlike her and her friends, the genuinely rich people wore everyday clothes. They didn’t need to dress rich or make an effort to look elegant and refined because they already were.

  “Is that Nicole?” she then asked Ayesha and May when she spotted a girl sitting atop a guy’s lap.

  Ayesha nodded, “Yeah. The guy she’s flirting with is Garett Owelheim, by the way. He owns that big car dealership down Cicero.”

  “Damn,” May responded. “No wonder she’s doing her best to keep him glued to her. I’d drop my panties too if it got his attention.”

  “You’re such a bitch,” Selena said playfully and picked up a glass of champagne from a nearby table. She took a sip and said, “You know, we are here to have fun.”

  May and Ayesha both looked at each other with a devious smile on both their faces.