by Nicole Casey
12
Marcus
Natasha was the most delicious piece of pussy I had ever tasted. All through the night I was tempted to fuck her again and again, having her bound to my bed like a dog I could use at anytime I wished. However, I needed to take it nice and slow.
During her first time in my dungeon I had broken her virginity and it did not take long for her to succumb to the pleasures of my assault. She was crying – no, begging – for me to fuck her and to let her release her orgasm. She was indeed a kinky little slut for me to own and dominate but I didn’t want to completely break her will and mind. Otherwise she’d end up being just another boring doll.
I also had to fulfill my end of the bargain. I knew no bank would ever sign her up. Banks didn’t survive on “promises” and “potential.” They survived because they only lent money to those who had proof they could pay back with interest. Natasha wasn’t one of those. I also tried all the potential institutional lenders I knew. Now, there was only once place left to find lenders: Mercury Wild.
When I drove over it was already past six o’clock in the evening. There were already so many patrons coming in and out of Mercury Wild. That delighted me; this place was frequented mostly by the rich and popular, and this meant there were already so many prospects I could approach to help me get Natasha some much-needed cash.
Inside I saw some of the regular folks that I hung out with: there was Daxter and Noelle but I also found Preston Maxwell, his wife Lyla, and Damon. Preston was one of the country’s most prominent businessmen, having run a big consolidation and acquisition corporation. Damon, on the other hand, was a professional football player.
Either of those could have solved my problems but it was the man seated with them that really washed all my worries away: Trevor Wild himself and his genius business advisor and wife, Jasmine.
I walked over to their table and greeted with a simple wave, “Hey guys.”
“Hey, someone walked out of their cave,” Trevor greeted with a smile. He let me sit beside him and Jasmine. He then handed me a glass of red wine. I took it and quickly gulped it down.
“How are you?” Lyla asked before she dug her face into Preston’s neck and smothered him with kisses. It kind of turned me on to see their women so affectionate this way, especially with the loud music and dim lights. It made me wish I had my new pet with me.
I forced a chuckle and then pulled out the papers Natasha drew up out of my little briefcase. I handed the paper to Jasmine. She quickly took them and with a raised eyebrow she studied the content. It took less than a few minutes for her to get the gist of the proposal and she then handed the papers to her husband.
“Very interesting,” she told me. “Is this a project of one of your little uh… pets?”
I caught the glimmer in her eye when she said that and nodded back, “Yes, it is. My little girl is hoping to open a small tattoo shop. She has the training and skill and even did some research proving that the competition is just tight enough to showcase there’s a viable market here. The problem is securing a loan.”
Trevor then handed the papers back to me and he gave me a smile, “So you came here instead of a bank.”
“I would too,” Damon cut in when he got what was going on. “It’s not possible for a small business like this to get a loan from a bank. Everyone at this table alone could finance this… Natasha. Why don’t we do it? We could put up the cash, you know, for Marcus if not for this stranger.”
Preston seemed to like that idea, “I agree. We may not know this girl but I do know Marcus. If he wants this then I say we should contribute.”
Hearing those words I felt glad to have such friends. People often perceived billionaires as stuck-up businessmen who have no time for anything but work for their addictions. That just wasn’t true. They were human beings, too and they cared about others. I was grateful to be able to have people like Damon, Preston and Trevor as friends.
“I agree,” Jasmine then added. That was the confirmation I wanted the most; she was the business analyst and advisor. If she would agree to this then everyone would really follow suit. “She’s a risk because she has no collateral except for her car and she has no experience. However, she has the skill and Marcus’ backing. I’ll take his word on it.”
Trevor then pulled out his checkbook, “How much do you want?”
Damon and Preston all followed suit. They were all ready to lend Natasha some money. This couldn’t have gone any smoother than this.
After securing the money from them I decided to stay a while and spend time with my friends. It was about time I relaxed for a bit and had a few drinks.
More importantly, I took the time to think about my next step. I had thirty-eight days left to dominate and own Natasha but my part of the deal was already done. I decided I wouldn’t tell her about it just yet. I had to play the long game for this one.
However, I felt this nagging feeling that I should tell her. Maybe if I did I could see her smile again and convince her to spend some time with me – on an actual date and not just for sex. Maybe then I’d get to dive deeper and get to know her on a personal level. Who were her parents, what were her dreams and why did she get into tattooing? Those were things I always pondered about but I couldn’t just ask her for the answers.
Merely thinking of dating her was a shock to me. I took a moment to reorganize my thoughts – was I seriously considering dating Natasha Benning? Perhaps I was slipping. I couldn’t get too attached to her. She was a slave. She was mine just to satisfy my sexual urges.
Yet the more I thought about her the more I wanted her by my side, giggling and talking to me about anything under the sun. I missed the sound of her voice, the smell of her skin and the way she’d look at me whenever she was lost in her own mind.
With Natasha’s image in my mind, I took another glass of wine and enjoyed the rest of the night.
13
Natasha
What kind of stupid mess did I get myself into? There was still time to quit. Hurriedly I got out of bed and threw my drawers open. I didn’t bother folding my clothes and simply tossed and shoved them into my luggage. Maybe I could leave for the first bus in the morning and make my way back home. I could sell the old car and just use the money to go back to college. I could just tell my mom it didn’t work out as I had hoped.
I then picked up my phone and started searching for the bus schedule. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. Marcus might be around to pick me up at anytime and I had no idea what kind of crazy, kinky play he would have in mind.
Yes! I pumped my fist in victory when I saw there was a bus scheduled for six in the morning. I could drive the car out tonight, sell it for cheap and then just get a motel room near the bus terminal. That’d be the best course of action.
I could leave this crazy place behind and forget all that happened here.
Yet when I picked up the pair of shorts that my mom had made for me the day I left, the very pair she had cut and torn from my old pair of pants, I couldn’t pack any further. I couldn’t understand why but I just sat on the bedroom floor gripping those shorts as tears began to flood down my eyes.
“I’m so fucking stupid,” I cried out loud. “I’m being such a fool. I can’t believe I let him fuck me in exchange for a fucking loan.”
My hands reached down and I slid one underneath my panties. My fingertips raced across the folds of my pussy and I gently touched my warm and moist womanhood. Even now it was anxious and I could feel the pressure between my legs.
Why was I wet? The realization that I was getting turned on by merely thinking of what Marcus did to me in his basement was horrifying.
Before long my mind began to trail and I started to imagine his long, massive cock once more. Even in the darkness of my dimly lit room I could picture how it looked before he’d slap my face, pry my mouth open and then shove it in deep. I could still feel how his shaft tore apart my pussy and ripped through my walls. I could still smell its
scent after it had blown its load all over my body.
My body tensed up when I recalled how he had slapped me so roughly and how he plowed his cock into me like I was nothing more than a doll for him to toy with. Yet at the same time I felt elated recalling those instances but for reasons I could not yet understand.
It was then that I realized I was lying on the floor with my clothes off and my fingers digging deep into my pussy. It was then that I realized I was squeezing my breasts and moaning loudly like a whore, begging for my master to come and pound his way into me.
My lips parted and I felt the urge to moan and cry. I wanted to feel Marcus’ fingers and his heavy hand press down on my lips and play with my tongue. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body against mine. Before I knew it I had spread my legs and raised them high, emulating the sensation I experienced when he first took me on that table.
A few more minutes passed and soon I had two fingers thrusting and sloshing in my pussy. I thrust them in and out, fucking myself as vigorously as I could as my vision went blind with the pure ecstasy overcoming my senses.
Everything became a whirl as my thoughts cycled to and fro with the memory of how he fucked me. I had never been handled so roughly in my life but it felt so natural. I wanted more of it and the more I thought of that night the more my orgasm built inside. I then recalled how my master had prevented me from cumming and how he told me I was not worthy of the pleasure just yet.
For a moment that made me pause. Should I cum now? Should I continue playing with myself? I bit down on my lip as I pondered if Marcus would ever find out. I then shook my head, figuring out that by this time tomorrow I’d be home. With a grin, I continued playing with my pussy until the pressure became too strong and I finally got to release.
“D-daddy please fuck me,” I moaned out softly as I felt the rest of my warm juices flow down between my legs. I shut my eyes and surrendered myself to the moment and it was that instance that I realized I couldn’t just leave.
I needed to try this again. I wanted to experience the real thing at least one more time.
“Why?” was all I could ask myself as I breathed heavily on the floor, covered in sweat and my own cum. Why did I love this?
There was only one way to find out the answer to those questions. I picked up my phone and scrambled to find Marcus’ number. I fumbled for a minute, pondering what to text, and in the end simply asked him, “Daddy, when can we meet again?”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening,” he quickly replied.
I then rolled over and tossed my phone to the side. There was no point in packing. I had just sealed my fate. The best I could do now was roll the dice and hope that things turn out for the best.
14
Marcus
I couldn’t help but grin when I read the text message. She was anxious for more. I was sure she probably debated about never speaking to me again or running back home but she couldn’t escape the fact that she loved what I did to her. Otherwise, she’d never contacted me this way. She even called me “daddy” and that was revealing enough.
The previous night was spent entirely at Mercury Wild and I had to spend the rest of the succeeding workday ironing out all the paperwork for Natasha’s loan. Even if the lenders were all my friends I still had to make everything properly filed and legalized. Felicia did the bulk of the work for me but there were still a ton of files to go over and certificates to finish.
Yet this evening, as I rested in my home office overlooking the lake, I gave in to the temptation to smile and respond to her meager text message. I then let out a sigh of relief because my decision to wait had pulled off. I was so tempted to call her but if I did then she might get frightened. Now she was the one who reached out to me and that told me she genuinely missed me.
I then sent her another text message, “Have you been a good girl?”
Natasha didn’t respond quickly. Perhaps she had fallen asleep or was struck by the realization that she just begged me to fuck her again. I would have to punish her even more painfully for not replying soon.
As I waited, I headed to the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of coffee – black with a single spoon of sugar. At this hour I was tempted to make an actual cup of cappuccino but brewed would have to do. My drink was halfway empty by the time she had sent in her reply.
“I played with my pussy, daddy,” read her response.
Just reading the words got me hard. I pictured in my head how she looked at that moment, naked and sprawled on the floor with her fingers in her pussy. It sent chills up my spine and I couldn’t help but reach down and grab my junk. I was hard and I wanted to fuck her.
“Naughty little slut,” I then typed back. “You didn’t ask me for permission. I’m going to punish you for that. Expect a ‘treat’ when we meet.”
To my surprise, she replied quickly to that message and said, “I’m ready for anything, daddy.”
That’s what she thought. Natasha had some spunk. That was nice to see. I just wondered how far I could push her on her bluff.
I decided not to push my luck further and didn’t send her another message. I spent the rest of the night enjoying my cup of coffee and listened to some old Ronnie James Dio songs back in the room. As the music played I rested on the bed and allowed myself to drown in the serenity of the moment until I finally fell asleep.
The next day I was back in the office, finishing up on Natasha’s paperwork and settling a few loans for some of my other small-time clients. Felicia was kept busy with all the schedule revisions and documents I had her work on. It was a pretty normal day for the most part.
By dinner time, I decided to settle with just fast food. I ordered a chicken sandwich, fries and soft drinks to go and ate in the mall parking lot while listening to music. It was a nice little moment for me to relax and prepare myself for the upcoming activity.
My mind trailed as I ate and it did not take long for me to fantasize about Natasha once again. She was the perfect toy. She had a strong will to go out into the city and start a business by her own but she also had a natural submissive side that made me hard to dominate her even more.
For the rest of the evening I took my time to just drive through downtown, going in a few shops here and there to pass the time. I eventually bought a few snacks and a new shirt just for the heck of it. I did walk into the local sex toy shop and looked around for the latest new kinky things I could invest in.
It was nearing nine o’clock at night when I decided it was time to meet up with Natasha. I got back into the car – after purchasing a cute little vibrator that could store hot water – and sent her a message.
“Get dressed,” I told her in my message. “I’ll drive by in about twenty minutes. Don’t wear any panties or bra. Don’t even wear shorts. Just put on the biggest shirt you have.”
I didn’t wait for her to reply. I simply stepped on the pedal and drove my way over.
Even as I sat in the car I could feel my dick getting hard in anticipation. My mind raced as I started formulating all the little dirty things I was going to do in order to properly ingrain her role in her head. I was going to train her and hopefully she wouldn’t break before submitting her mind, body and soul to me.
15
Natasha
“Shit,” was all I could mutter when I read his message.
I smacked my head with my palm when I realized just how dumb I was being. I was literally walking into another session with Marcus. He was going to bind me, torture me and fuck me and here I was, letting him do it.
Yet despite how reluctant I was to the idea of what he had in mind, I found myself doing exactly as he asked. I took off my bra, my panties and put on the biggest shirt I owned. It was a green and white jersey I had since high school.
For twenty minutes I paced around my living room, barefoot and uncertain of what to do. I wasn’t sure if I was just going to walk out like this, almost naked and exposed, for Marcus to do as he pleased. I felt like I wanted another round –
at least for him to fuck me, because that at least felt good. I just didn’t know if I wanted the rest of what he had in mind.
Before I knew it, my time was up and I got a text message. I read the message with dread and realized he was parked just outside the apartment.
My heartbeat got faster and I could feel the tension in my legs as my knees buckled and I couldn’t stop shivering. I bit down on my nails and started to panic.
And then I ran.
I locked the front door and bolted my way out of the back door, bringing only a small backpack with my phone, wallet and other few valuables along with me. I didn’t care if I was wearing a jersey and nothing else underneath. I didn’t care if someone might spot me like this. I just freaking ran.
Not once did I look back. I just kept on going, crossing the streets and running straight out of the neighborhood. I didn’t stop once and just dashed through a children’s park, someone’s backyard and eventually I found myself a little closer to the edge of downtown. There were fewer houses and apartments here and I could see the distant lights of the main city shops, clubs, bars and other establishments.
Rain began to fall and I was forced to take shelter under a small canopy of a closed down shop. It was in a small, tight and dark alleyway and I didn’t feel exactly safe in there but it was the best choice I had. Even then I was starting to shiver from the cold.
My phone buzzed. I took a look and saw he had messaged me a dozen times. I didn’t bother to read any of them. I just tossed my phone back in my bag and defiantly began to walk under the rain, hoping I’d find a better spot to rest the deeper I got into the main part of town.
Yet to my surprise, I only seemed to have gotten farther away. I knew I was going in a straight line but I only ended up in a darker and scarier neighborhood. I started passing by old, rickety houses and it was only after another three blocks that I figured I stumbled into a dangerous place. I could see gang signs vandalized on the walls, a lot of houses had broken windows and the whole place looked like a drug den of sorts. I could only imagine what kind of people lived in these poorer suburban neighborhoods.