by Taylor Shade
I stand up, remove my shirt, and let it fall on top of her back. She makes a happy little squirm.
Then I take off my pants, my erection at full attention.
Come to think of it, this girl gives me an erection almost every time I see her.
That’s rare.
I get down on my knees and slide my cock all around her ass.
She makes little mewling noises just from the simple knowledge of what I’m doing.
Ha, this girl is amazing!
While my dick gets wet from the residual lube all around her asshole, I draw tiny soft circles all over her back with the flogger.
I love her reactions. Her toes curl every once in a while. Her fingernails dig into the carpet here and there. She’s a volcano of lust, just waiting to erupt.
But she knows she won’t erupt until I command her to.
That much I’ve completed... she is very responsive to my voice.
Let’s test it.
I place my cock so that it’s sliding past her clit along her tummy, which is facing the floor. At the same time, I tap her back in soft little whacks with the flogger.
“Come for me,” I say.
Her entire body shakes.
TWENTY-THREE
Sloane
Oh my God!
Did I just come?
Holy fucking shit, I just came!
He told me to come and I came.
All he did was slide that amazing rock-hard cock once along my clit.
That was enough, along with his command. Either I was really ready... or I really am now programmed to come when he says so.
I’m a wreck.
There’s so much going on, I can hardly make sense of it all. I’m getting spanked, anally invaded with a tail, and now whacked with something soft that turns very hard and stingy when it hits hard.
I love it.
I can’t believe I’m thinking that, but it’s true.
I goddamned love it.
I love being treated this way. It’s lit a fire inside me that no other man could have lit.
Then, abruptly, he pulls off my blindfold.
“Crawl,” he commands.
“Yes, counsel.”
I crawl away from him over to the bed. He doesn’t tell me to stop, so I turn around and begin crawling toward him.
The sight directly in front of me makes me want to come again.
There it is.
That magnificent cock.
It’s almost inhuman. Shit, it even looks thicker than before. Now I’m imagining things.
All I know is I can’t stop staring at it. I want it. I want to kiss it, caress it, to do its bidding. I want to please it, pleasuring it with my body. Whatever it wants. Just for the chance to lick those balls and that glorious shaft.
“Crawl to me,” he says.
I do as I’m told.
“You’re quite something. You’re such a good girl. Look at you, on your hands and knees with a big tail sticking out of your butt!”
I smile, giggling to myself. Yeah, look at me.
“In fact,” he says, “stop. Stand up!”
I stand up, the butt plug shifting weirdly inside of me. Still not used to that sensation, but I’m starting to like it... even starting to like it a lot.
“Turn and look at yourself in the mirror,” he says.
I do. God, look at me! The tail is bright purple and turquoise, like a unicorn. I swish my ass and watch it move.
I turn a little, the insertion point hidden by the short leather skirt which fell back into place.
As I look at myself, Drake Concord moves up behind me, putting both hands on my shoulders. He places his face next to mine.
There we are in the mirror.
Me, Sloane Kenner.
Me and this rippled beast of a man who has made me do unspeakable things. Seriously, I don’t even think I’ll tell Natasha about this... not that she would even believe me.
Hell, I don’t know if I believe me.
But that is a tail hanging from my ass!
Drake bites my shoulder, taking a long hot wet swish of a lick up to my ear. My right hand goes up to caress his head as my eyes close and I melt.
His hands move around my waist, pulling me into him.
He dives down to my collarbone with his teeth, and then up to my chin. I turn my head left and he kisses me hard on the mouth.
It’s a ravenous kiss, uncontrollable. I’m firing on all engines now, my senses alive and kicking up a storm.
My left hand drifts down behind me, finding that massive torpedo of a cock. Fuck, I can’t even get my hand completely around it.
Glad the plug is in my ass, because I’m definitely not ready to take his cock back there yet.
The world spins around.
I’m up in the air, in his arms. He spins, carrying me to the bed.
Oh God, I’m going to get fucked!
Please fuck me! I’ve been a good girl! Take me! Let my body please you! Come in me!
He tosses me down, kissing me forcefully again as he rolls on top of me. The metal plug in my ass creates odd but wondrous sensations as gravity changes its location.
I’m such a lucky girl.
He stares down at me, his rabid eyes intense with feral energy. His dark eyebrows sit between the stony ridges of his forehead, determined and infused with power.
One lock of black hair has fallen forward, a lone strand wild on its own. My hands find his back muscles, deep and rigid striations of sheer muscle, flexing and throbbing.
I can’t help myself. I sink my teeth into his shoulder, biting down onto the words of that incredibly sexy tattoo. Fuck it. I’m so horny I’m out of control.
He laughs.
I grunt.
TWENTY-FOUR
Drake
I may have created a monster.
Four days ago, this was a normal girl.
But right now she’s an inferno of lust, almost frothing at the mouth to get fucked. Her breathing is sharp, her stare is intense, and her skin is tight.
Yeah.
I think it’s time.
I love this. I fuck so many girls, but none as sweet and innocent as Sloane Kenner.
I seriously may have created a monster.
I fuck a lot of girls. I fuck them hard. But this one... my God... she’s like an angel. An angel that I’m turning into an out-of-control sexual animal.
Do I want to do this?
If she becomes like all the other girls, won’t she not be Sloane Kenner anymore? Won’t she have only become that to which I’ve become un-attracted lately?
No, says a voice from deep inside me. Because she will be completely yours.
That is true. I will have been the one to bring her here.
If I ever let her go, she will be a vixen with other men.
But the very thought of her ever being with another man fills me with jealous hatred.
I want her to be mine. All mine.
I bend down and sink my teeth into her shoulder, harder this time. She groans as I nearly tear her flesh.
I rise up, looking down at the spot. Teeth-marks are visible.
Like a branding.
“Now you’re going to get fucked,” I say.
She grits her teeth, wanting to say something.
“You have permission to speak.”
“I... want... you...” she growls in between heavy breaths.
“I know.”
TWENTY-FIVE
Sloane
I’m so fucking out of control.
I seem to have no control of my body. It’s all his, a mass of synapses, nerves, skin, and bones... all waiting for his cock.
His amazing cock.
“You thought you were fucked before?” he says. “Just you wait. Now you’re going to get... FUCKED!”
My head goes back and I groan. My body is a panorama of fiery sparks
He pulls me up harshly, grabbing me by the neck. He pushes my face down onto his cock.
Yes!
“Show me how much you want me to fuck you hard!” he says.
I take him into my mouth and begin to suck.
Oh God!
Yes!
I love this cock!
I suck and lick, using my hands to caress those amazing powerful balls. Such a powerful head sitting atop a thick torpedo of bliss.
I stop, allowing myself to lick the circumference of the hard round tower. I kiss it, showing it how much I love it. How much I need it. Want it. Inside me. Fucking me.
I move back up, turning on the suction again. I gag a little.
Shit, I really need to get better at this! It’s just so fucking huge!
I get control of myself and suck, a smooth rhythm developing.
“Good girl,” he says as he pats my ass.
Then he makes a little tug on the butt plug.
Wow!
Oh my God!
So weird to be feeling that feeling while I’m so sexually aroused, while I have a massive cock in my mouth.
I taste the delightful taste of pre-cum in my mouth, launching my state of arousal even higher. I suck harder. He groans.
Finally, he can’t seem to take much more. He lifts my head off his cock and slams me backward.
I don’t know where the condom came from, but it’s on his cock in no time.
Then he’s inside me.
One hard stroke all the way.
God yes!
I bang the headboard with my fists and shout, “Yes!”
He doesn’t seem to care that I spoke without permission because he’s become a fucking beast, sweat pouring off his chiseled muscles as he drives into my tight tunnel.
This time, I’m better prepared. I think I’m getting used to his size.
I match him thrust for thrust, driving him harder and deeper into me with my bucking hips.
God, so good!
“That’s nothing,” he says, like he can read my mind. “Now you’re going to get reamed!”
I drift away into that submissive “getting fucked” zone again. It’s like I don’t matter. My body doesn’t matter. It’s all about getting this massive monster inside me to let loose.
His thrusts are jackhammer intensity now, hammering me into a happy bliss.
The added sensation of the plug in my ass only makes it better. It feels so good to be violated in so many ways all at once.
Then he yelps, a rising animal growl coming from deep inside.
My orgasm, always at his command, awaits.
“Come for me now!” he shouts.
The world disappears into a swirl of images as I come like I’ve never come before.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes! Aaaaaaaaaagh!”
Who said that?
God, that was me!
That was the best one yet.
And he’s still inside me, moving slowly.
He leans down and kisses me on the lips, ever so softly.
TWENTY-SIX
Sloane
As I lie next to Drake Concord on his massive bed looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows atop a skyscraper, I wonder if I’m dreaming.
Did I imagine the entire thing?
Is this real?
Did I actually come that hard?
I reach over and touch the stony chest of the man sleeping next to me.
Even asleep, he seems dangerous... like he’s going to spring to life at any moment.
Wow.
That’s all I can think.
Just wow.
I look over at the digital clock. 12:28AM. We were at this a while tonight.
I’m thirsty.
I wiggle my way out from the unconscious grasp of his arms, tiptoeing lightly across the lush rug.
Then, I feel something touch me to the left, jumping out of my skin. As I jump, it moves over to my right.
I put my hand up to my mouth and laugh.
The butt plug with the tail is still inside my ass. I forgot about it. I’ll take it out in the bathroom after I get a water.
In the dark kitchen, I turn on a light.
Then I look over at the windows. Hm, maybe the entire city can see me.
I find Drake’s glasses and fill one with water from the filtered tap. Then I shut the light off and take the glass into the living room, enjoying the feeling of being naked with a tail.
Something catches my eye to my left.
I gasp.
A dark figure is sitting on the couch.
As soon as it registers that there’s another person in the room, I begin to scream.
But the scream never makes it out because a gloved hand covers my mouth, strong arms grasping me from behind in such a way that I can’t move.
The figure on the couch reaches over and turns on a light.
She’s a tall woman with dark hair piled up. Forty, maybe. But attractive. Wearing a white raincoat with a dark bag slung over her shoulder. Black gloves and black boots.
She looks my naked body up and down like she’s displeased. She reaches down and touches the strands of the tail, now falling forward against my thigh.
She shoots me a disgusted look as she twirls it then lets it fall.
“Hello, Sloane,” she says in a condescending voice. “My name is Electra. Nice to meet you.”
At that, I feel a needle go into my neck.
Then the world gets all fuzzy and disappears.
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