Dominated in the Swing Club

Dominated in the

Swing Club

Bondage, Domination, Submission, Masochism

 

JD

 

NOTE TO READERS                                                                                 

 

Dominated in the Swing Club is a new erotica story with explicit themes involving sex. Intended for mature audiences.

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

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Copyright © 2014 Anna Parker

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SUMMARY

 

Chains, whips, gags and leashes are all too common in this swing club.

 

Finding her day to day life getting a little bit too dry for her taste, Jamie goes to the swing club with her boyfriend. Little does she know, but these swingers are a little bit different than the others she has been with…

 

What happens when Jamie walks in the door and is surrounded by face masks, muzzles, hoods, restraints and collars? Will she turn heel and go back to her dry lifestyle or delve deeper into the dungeon of this erotic swing club?

 

Dominated in the

Swing Club

Bondage, Domination, Submission, Masochism

 

 

My hand trembled as I opened the door to the local swing club. Today I break free of my normal life and try something new.

Walking inside, sounds of music fill my ears as timed bass resonates within my body. I looked over to a small window with a mostly naked woman sitting behind it. With a spiked collar around her neck and leather straps dangling from her body, she stood up and poked her head through the window. “One?”

I nod and handed her twenty bucks as she pressed a button behind the counter, which apparently unlocked the door into the club.

As I walked towards the door, it opened just before my hand reached the handle.

A woman stumbled through the doorway and smiled at me as she passed. Looking at the chain in her hand, I followed it to a man’s collar. He crawled through the doorway on his hands and knees then looked up at me. Most of his face was covered in some sort of leather mask.

I glanced over to the woman behind the counter whom was watching me. “First time?” she said flatly.

Nodding to her, I walked to the doorway and hesitate.

“You’ll be fine,” the woman said as she sat back down on her chair. God, they could turn down the music in here a bit. I can hardly even think straight.

I looked inside the door as the loud music nearly knocked me off of my feet. Strobe lights filled the room ahead, making it difficult to see much of anything.

Walking through the door, I watched as it closed behind me and clicked shut. I guess it’s now or never. Let’s do this. Focus – you got this girl.

The hallway turned into a large room as I walked in. Music seemed to come from everywhere as the strobe lights flickered with the beat. My eyes darted around, attempting to catch a glimpse of the people within the room.

Two men stood mere feet from me as the strobe light stayed on for a half second. My eyes caught theirs as I quickly looked them up and down. Both were wearing black leather from head to toe, and from what I could tell… they couldn’t even see out of the masks. Each man had a collar around his neck with a silver chain leading back to a woman behind them.

The light flickered off before I could scan the rest of the room.

Before I knew it, I felt a man brush up against my side and mutter something. Between each dark pass of the light, I noticed many of the people were fucking. Right there in front of me.

Paralyzed and overwhelmed at the sight, I stood there at the entrance just staring at the scene in front of me.

I felt a hand slide around my waist and hot breath on my neck. A chill ran down my spine. “I hope you don’t mind if I touch you…” he said loudly in my ear.

Quickly replying, I said, “Only if you can tell me what is going on here.”

The man pulled himself in front of me and yelled, “Let’s go somewhere a bit quieter!”

I nodded as he held my hand and pulled me through the crowd of people fucking and playing with each other.

My eyes caught on men and women dancing on each other with a drink in each hand, laughing and having a good time. This isn’t that bad I suppose. I just need to get used to it…

The man led me to door and opened it. I hesitated for a moment and looked at him. Through the strobe lights, I noticed he was a fairly attractive man wearing what appeared to be an untucked black suit. I felt my mouth curl into a smile. Such luck.

Walking through the doorway, I noticed the following room was actually an outdoor section of the swing club. It was much quieter out there besides the ten or eleven other people standing around smoking.

Looking behind me at the man in the dim light, I watched as he walked forward to me. The sound of the music was dulled out there and made it much easier to talk. Not easy – but easier.

“First time here?” the man said as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

I nodded, “Yep. First time. Is it that obvious?”

He laughed and took a deep drag of his smoke. “I can always tell a first timer by their eyes. They seem to have no clue what is going on. So… why are you here?”

I immediately felt comfortable around this guy as I replied softly, “My life is dry and boring. I’m really just wanting something to switch things up.”

He smiled and said, “If you like – I can help you. Would you mind if I was the one to…”—His words were drowned by the music as I leaned in to hear what he was saying.

“Alright,” I replied as I took his hand.

I watched as he took a last puff off his cigarette and snuffed it out in the ashtray. “Shall we?” he said as he squeezed my hand.

Smiling in agreement, he pushed the door open and went back inside with me in tow.

Following him through the crowd and down through another door, we went down into what appeared to be the lower level.

The room was dark as I looked around, unable to see much of anything. Only the bass of the music above could be heard down here as screams from men and women pierced through the air and made their way into my ears.

As my eyes adjusted, I looked around at the sight in front of me.

Men and women were tied to tables by chains and rope then used by other people over and over. Some men were being walked through the room and forced to do things that my mind couldn’t even comprehend. People being treated like… animals!?

One of the women was being led around the room on a chain as well. Some women were being dominated by other women; while some men were covered in leather and watching other groups fuck. It was a large orgy of sex, fetishes and hot erotic pleasure.

Chains dangled from the ceiling and large tables were strewn about the room. Long tables along the wall held various toys and gear. My eyes caught on something that appeared to be a mask, with spikes all across the front. This is intense. Wow. I didn’t even know places like this existed…

I felt the man lead me over to a large metallic table near the center of the room.

The man held my wrist firmly as he pulled one of the chains from his neck and wrapped it around my hand then securing it under the table. He did the same with my other hand.

My legs were pulled tight by his muscular arms as I laid flat on the table. Wrapping a large chain around each of my legs, he then bound them under the table as well.

I looked up at him as a jolt of fear ran down my spine, “Please…” I whispered as I felt him tighten each of the chains an additional notch.

Pain shot from my legs up my back and spread through my arms. I don’t know if I can do this… fuck. Perhaps the best way to deal with this situation is try to enjoy it the best I can.

His fingers ran along the outside of my panties as he pulled my skirt up over my hips. With a grin, I watched him slowly start to circle his finger between my legs. Every pass he made, went just a bit closer.

Light tickles sparked pleasure throughout my body as his other hand grabbed and held onto my leg. The man bent over towards my face, “You enjoy this don’t you?”

I nodded, unsure of what else to do.

His grip on my leg went tighter as his nails dug into my skin, drawing blood. “Still enjoying yourself?” he whispered fervently.

Again, I nodded through the pain.

Looking over at the man, I saw his cock was mere inches from my face at this point. A long dangling shaft that moved with every step he took hung there, waiting to use my body.

The man grabbed another chain from around his neck and wrapped it around my breasts in a figure-eight then tied it off on each side of the table. Pulling it one notch tighter, I looked down at my breasts – now turning red from the lack of blood flow.

He grinned as he slipped his tongue out from his mouth and ran it up the side of my body, over the side of my breast and to the pinnacle of my breast.

Closing my eyes and focusing on the man’s touch, I felt my tender nipple being pulled into his mouth and sucked upon. Pleasure exploded within my chest to the point of it being almost too much.

“Yes…” I whispered, “Just like that.”

The man smirked as he withdrew his mouth and reached under the table. “You will no longer speak in my presence,” he said firmly.

Pulling out a mouth gag made of twine and a silver chain; he wrapped it around my head and pushed the ball into my mouth tightly. “Now there shall be no more speaking from you.”

Screams from the women around me filled my ears as I watched the muscular man walk down to my open legs. His hand rested on his thick shaft and began stroking it.

Twirling his fingers around his cock, I watched as it grew longer and larger in size. No way in hell that is going to fit inside me. It’s fucking huge. Jesus.

The man stepped onto the table and laid down on top of me, his hips between my legs. His shaft ran along the top of my panties and wet slit as he grunted.

Pleasure rippled through my body in waves as he grinded on my wet slit, further dampening my pussy for his cock. My eyes darted down towards his shaft as I watched him reach down and slide my panties to the side, granting access to my slit for him.

The tip of his cock pressed against my tight hole. Fuck – I want to wrap my arms around this man and claw his back, pulling him against me, driving pain through his body as well.

His mouth spread into a grin as he thrusted his cock inside my pussy. I felt the entire length of his shaft enter inside as each bump drove pleasure throughout my body.

Moving my hips in rhythm with his dick, I felt him thrust inside me, over and over, just the way I liked it. Opening my mouth to moan, no words came out as his hot breath quickened against my neck.

This is insane – I can’t believe I’m fucking a man in in a swing club like this. This isn’t even that bad honestly. Besides the odd men here, I could totally deal with coming here from time to time.

The man seemed to have read my mind as his grin turned into a smirk while he stared into my soul with his cold dark eyes.

His hips pressed against mine, sending his shaft fully inside me. Pain exploded throughout my slit as his cock enlarged in my pussy. “Are you enjoying this now?”

Tears rolled down the side of my face as my eyes went wide in shock. I felt like he was piercing my entire body with his enormous shaft. Reaching with my hands to grab onto my sore breasts, I realized they were still bound.

Looking over at my wrists, I noticed the chains were rubbing my skin raw. Pain shot through my arms as the cock inside my pussy kept ravaging me over and over.

The man pumped himself onto me as sweat poured from his brow down onto my bare chest. Unable to move, I felt completely powerless as I looked up at the beast. He kept going with no signs of stopping as he thrusted into me.

My walls tightened around the cock as I realized how helpless I actually was. This feeling… is intense, I thought to myself as my pussy clenched again.

Ecstasy roared through my body as I felt myself start to reach the coveted orgasm.  My back arched in pleasure as my pussy massaged his thick shaft.

Immediately I felt his cock tighten as I was still writing in orgasmic pleasure. Hot cum spewed out of his cock, pumping over and over inside my pussy. My walls continued milking his cock for every last bit of his seed as I laid there out of breath, unable to move, and in complete satisfaction.

The man looked down at me and breathed out heavily, “You have done well. I will take you as my own.”

Looking up at him in confusion, I wanted to ask him what he meant… but being bound and gagged, there wasn’t much I could do.

He pulled his cock out of me, which led to a torrent of cum dripping out of my pussy. Unable to look down, I felt it slide down my slit and over my anus, tickling my butt as it passed through to the floor.

Looking over at the man, I watched as he unchained my arms and legs, then finally my breasts. My tits were sore as they fell heavily when I stood up. God… sometimes it sucks having huge girls! I reached over to them and held them upwards as I glanced around for my bra. It was nowhere to be seen.

The man grinned at me and held out his hand. It contained a small piece of leather lingerie. With the ball still in my mouth, I couldn’t speak. I’m guess he wants me to put this on. Oh well – may as well do it. It is better than walking around without anything on.

I took the leather in my hands and slipped it over my body as the man walked behind me and tightened the straps. Even though ninety percent of my body was still bare, at least the straps covered my nipples and helped support my breasts.

The man looked at me for a moment, “You will call me Master.”

I nodded.

He grabbed a dainty silver chain from the table with a collar on the end and snapped it around my neck. “You are mine,” he growled at me as he yanked on the chain.

The collar dug into my neck, sending pain splitting through my spine and rippling through my arms and legs. This sure escalated quickly. Fuck.

My Master smirked at me and walked towards a spike sticking out of the ground. A large tattooed man with a dangling shaft stood before a woman tied to the spike. His hands were deep within the woman’s pussy as he milked her. Screams resonated within area with each thrust of his fingers.

“You will be there… soon,” my Master said as he looked down at me and tugged on the leash.

The woman shook with pain and pleasure as I watched her eyes connect with mine. A grin crept across her face. She was enjoying this.

My Master tugged on the chain again as he walked forward and looked through the large room. Men and women were everywhere as far as I could see. Various women and men were using other men and women over and over, some of the woman had two or three cocks inside of them, a few were getting gangbanged, and several were drenched in cum as they laid there on the ground obeying their master’s desires.

Most of the people had collars on them from the men, while a few did not. Some of the men were even watching the woman being used by other men, but were screaming out in pain and agony. Must be their wives being fucked in front of them – that’s an odd fetish. Whatever gets them off I suppose.

The man tugged on my chain again and walked further into the fray of people. My knees weak, I fell to the floor unable to go any further. Looking up at the man, I think he realized my body was at its limit.

“Stand up or I’ll let him take a turn with you,” he said as he pointed over at a woman being ravaged by a monstrous man with a cock well over the length of my arm.

Holy fuck. God damn – no way.

Immediately standing back up, I looked at my Master and stood up straight.

“Good girl,” he said and walked over to a table with three other women lying on their backs. Each of the women had a large man with a thick shaft penetrating them. The men were large and tattooed, much like I saw previously, but were each bald and muscular. They glanced over at me and grinned at me.

Each of the women had their arms over their head with handcuffs attached to the center part of the table, holding them in place. Their legs were bent over the sides of the table, allowing easy access to their pussy for any man that walked by.

A chill ran down my spine as I suddenly realized I was supposed to lie on the table as well.

The men pulled their cocks out of the women lying on their backs and spun the table once. Each man thrusted inside next woman and continued fucking them before spinning the table again to go onto the next woman in the circle.

“Get on there,” Josh growled as he spanked my ass with his hand.

I quickly ran up to the table and laid down on my back.

The man grabbed my hand and pulled it to the center of the table then clicked the handcuffs around my wrists. With his hands on each of my legs, he pulled them apart and thrusted himself into me.

His large cock tightened and grew inside my still wet and cum soaked pussy. “Seems like this is more of a game your style,” my Master said as he thrusted inside deeply. My body shot forward on the table in response to his hips flying into mine.

Searing pain ran up through my wet slit and into my inner being. Biting down on the gag in my mouth, I closed my eyes and winced at the pain.

“You like it,” he said with a smirk as he grabbed my hips and pulled my body back down on the table. His cock went back inside my sore hole as used my body for his own needs.

Josh pulled himself out as I felt the table spin to the right.

Another man stood before me, his thick shaft in his hand. “Fresh meat,” he whispered as he bent over and ran his tongue from my pussy up across my stomach to my tender breasts.

He pulled my left nipple into his mouth and ran his teeth along the ridges then bit down lightly on it. I breathed out deeply in the pain as my eyes went wide and met with his. “Perhaps… you want something a bit different eh?”

I looked at him, obviously confused.

He pulled his soaked dick out of my pussy and flipped me over onto my stomach. My legs were now planted firmly on the ground while I exposed my anus to him. Oh god—I’ve never done this before. Fuck.

The man grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart as I felt his finger slide around my ass. A tight little finger slipped inside, slowly spreading my anus for him and making way for his cock. This is going to be a big jump… small finger – huge cock.

He withdrew his finger as I focused on relaxing myself as much as I could in preparation for the pain. I looking over my shoulder, I watched as he placed his hands on my exposed ass and pressed the tip against me.

The man grunted as he gripped tighter; his nails now digging into my hips.

Suddenly, I felt the tip enter, quickly followed by the rest of his shaft. Fuck! Pain exploded throughout my lower region while I stared straight forward into the eyes of another woman whom was flipped over in the same position.

Our eyes met and seemed to exchange a story of pain and pleasure even though we never knew each other. I watched as her body flew back and forth with Josh railing her from behind with his hands on her shoulders. She bit down on the ball tightly as he thrusted deeply into her anus.

My body was reacting the same way with each thrust; back and forth on the table, my breasts sliding with each pump from the man.

His cock tightened within my anus as he gripped my hips and groaned in pleasure. I felt him reach down and twirl my pussy within his fingers as my juices dripped down my legs and pooled at my feet.

Intense pleasure ripped through my body and tore at my soul as he held himself deep inside and groaned again. The cock pulsed with fury as I felt it explode inside me. Pumping over and over, the cock squirted its milky cum inside my pussy. I felt every ping of its seed hit my walls.

The woman in front of me seemed to reach her pinnacle just as I did. Her mouth opened to scream just as mine did, but words never escaped from either of us. My pussy clenched tightly on the thick shaft and gripped it then loosened. Oh god… oh fuck! I’m going to cum so hard.

Hands reached around and massaged my breasts as he half flaccid cock inside me continued to milk my insides as I came.

Pleasure spread throughout my fingertips, flying around within my body like a furious electrical storm and exploded in shudders and violent shakes from my lower region.

Exhausted, I slumped against the table, unable to move. I don’t think I could walk… even if I wanted to at this point.

I watched as Josh removed the handcuffs and attached the chain to my collar once again. He tugged on it lightly, “Come now. We aren’t done yet.”

Standing up, I felt my knees wobble as he pulled me away from the table.

Looking down between my legs, I watched as cum dripped down onto the floor making a wet trail behind me as we walked.

I was Josh’s pet now and there was nothing I could do about it.

He turned to me and smiled, “It’s getting late isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“Let’s find somewhere to rest then, shall we?”

I nodded again and mumbled underneath of the gag.

Walking through the room, my eyes darted from table to table, wonder how long these people would be here. Now I understood why they liked it so much. They enjoyed being completely dominated by other people and to have their lives dictated by others. These men and women like being powerless in the face of their dominator. It is a unique feeling. Perhaps in time this is what I would like my life to be like even though my husband would never go for something like this… or would he?

My mind collapsed into darkness, remembering a time when I was trying out bondage by my boyfriend and some of our friends for the first time…back when I was alive.

 

~Part 2: The Boyfriend’s First Time~

 

I nodded to her, “I’ve seen some videos online, and it looks like fun.”

Jamie, my girlfriend, looked over to me and smiled with her big brown eyes as her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders. Sarah, our friend, nodded as well as she fondled her blonde ponytail in her fingers nervously.

My cock hardened in my pants as I thought of the possibilities between the three of us.

Although I’ve never actually participated in bondage, it had always been something that’s interested me. I liked the thought of being the person in charge and tying the other person up then doing the playing, however, I don’t think I would enjoy the helpless feeling of being tied up.

“Jamie, mind if I play with Sarah for a bit? If Sarah doesn’t mind, you can play with her too. What do you think?”

Jamie looked at me and nodded enthusiastically, “I’d love to watch, possibly even join in, we’ll see!”

“That would be hot, I’m down for playing with you both at the same time,” she said as she winked at Jamie.

I grabbed a chain from the ceiling and pulled it towards Sarah, firmly grabbing her by the wrist and putting one hand into one of the clasps. I clicked it shut then grabbed her other hand, clicking it into the other clasp. I pulled a smaller chain directly beside the larger one she was strung to, pulling her upwards till her feet were flat on the ground in front of me.

I walked over to the table next to the wall. There was just about any sort of toy the mind could imagine, and most of them I had no clue how to use them or what they were for. I picked up two I did know; a blindfold and a ball gag. I walked back over to Sarah and Jamie.

I slipped the ball into her mouth, and then put the strap over the back of her head, tightening it. “Too tight?” I asked. She shook her head. I took the blindfold and put it over her short black hair and eyes. I twirled her around lightly with my hand, slapping her ass hard as she spun slowly. A muffled groan came from beneath the gag.

Jamie walked up next to me and stopped her from spinning completely as she put her face close to hers and licked up her chest from the top of her dress to her ear. She bit on her ear as she whispered something. Jamie stepped back and slapped her across the face, “Like me now bitch?!”

I could tell Jamie was restraining herself when she slapped Sarah. I’m confident she didn’t want to hurt her. This was all new to her too, so restraining herself and going slow was probably the best idea. I should probably do the same.

I put my hand on Jezebel’s dress and spun her in front of me so her back was exposed, then unclipped the shoulder straps from the back. Her dress fell to her feet. She was wearing a black satin bra laced with a red frill underneath the dress. I looked down at her body; god she was sexy. I noticed her black panties, also laced with red. As I bent down and looked at them; they were see-through. “Now that’s hot.” I pulled her panty away from her skin, then snapped her with it, walking around her running my hand along her waist.

Sarah mumbled something.

“What was that?” I said, spanking her ass with my hand. Jamie got on her knees in front of Sarah, grabbing her panties and pulling them down roughly, exposing her pussy. Jamie spread her lips open and licked between them.

I stood back and watched, “God damn. I like where this is going.”

Jamie grabbed Jezebel’s ass and pulled her pussy into her face as she licked her up and down. I heard deep moans escaping her gag as Jamie licked. I watched as Jamie slipped a finger inside her and started fucking her slowly.

Walking up behind Sarah, I slipped my hands around her waist and kissed on her neck, stopping just below her ear. I bit down then sucked hard. I felt her body shudder within my arms as I noticed the hairs on her arms stood on end. “She must be enjoying this,” I thought to myself as I felt her nipples in my fingers, rolling them back and forth until they were hard.

Jamie pulled her face from her pussy and looked up at me, “You should show her who is boss, come here for a sec.”

I walked over to Jamie as she turned on her heels towards me. I watched as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Slowly stroking it, she slipped it into her mouth. “Fuck,” I said as I grabbed her head with one hand, and slipped my fingers into Jezebel’s pussy. I felt myself harden within her mouth.

“Go use that on Sarah,” Jamie said as she pushed me towards her. I grinned to myself as I turned towards Sarah.

I grabbed her hips and pushed my head into her pussy, my shaft followed as I felt her juices, wet as ever, surrounding me. I felt Jamie smack me on the ass, and then heard her giggle as she walked around behind Sarah.

Jamie got down on her knees and started playing with Sarah. I assumed she was playing with her ass.

I grabbed Jezebel’s ass tightly, spreading it for Jamie as I fucked Sarah. Her walls tightened around my cock as I slipped in and out of her. Her moans became deeper and deeper as I continued to push myself into her. “Fucking take it bitch,” I said as I wrapped my hand around the back of her head and unclasped the gag. The gag fell to the floor. “Oh god yes, fuck yes, fuck me good, I’m your dirty little slut,” she said as I fucked her hard, ramming my cock deep into her pussy.

Jamie got up without word and walked over to the table next to the wall; she grabbed a strap on and slipped it around her waist.

She walked up to Jamie and pushed me to the side. “My turn” she said as she thrusted the dildo into Jezebel’s pussy.

“Who is that?!” Sarah exclaimed as Jamie pushed herself in and out of her. “Oh god, who… who… oh yes, god, fuck me harder!”

Jamie pushed the dildo in hard, and pulled it out then back in again. I walked up behind Jamie and reached behind her, grabbing her firm tits in my hand.

I heard Sarah start to moan deeper and deeper. She had specific moans, this was her cumming moan. I knew it instantly; I’ve heard it many times. It turned me on as I felt my cock harden against Kaylee’s ass. “Babe, mind if I… fuck you in the ass while you are fucking Sarah?”

Jamie pulled up her short skirt with one hand, inviting my cock to come play. I grabbed Kaylee’s ass as I stroked my shaft with my other hand. I slipped my fingers up inside Jamie, whom was already dripping wet, then grabbed my shaft again, using her juices as lube for my cock as I stroked myself hard.

I slipped my cock inside her, feeling the walls surround me as I moved in motion with her as she fucked Sarah. I reached around and pushed up her shirt over her tits then pulled her bra down as I grabbed her breasts.

With every movement back and forth I felt her ass squeeze against my hard cock deep within her. Her ass was massaging me, wanting… needing me to cum inside her. I let go of her breasts, grabbed her ass cheeks and fucked her hard as I could. I pushed my body to its limit as I felt her body tremble with pleasure and excitement. “Having fun babe?” I whispered in her ear as drove my shaft deep.

“God yes, this is amazing,” she replied as I railed her ass with my cock, her body moving violently forward as with every thrust.

“Jamie, move to the side for a sec,” I said as I felt myself building up to blow my load. I quickly pulled out and started shooting my hot white cum all over Jezebel’s pussy. I slipped it inside and continued to cum as I slowly pulled in and out of her. God she felt amazing. I pumped myself into her, filling her up as Jamie stood by and ran her hand down my back.

Jamie whispered, “Fill her up. Do it. Blow every last drop inside her.”

My body expelled all its energy as it came, and every last little bit of went all over Jezebel’s pussy, inside and out. I felt myself connect with both Jamie and Sarah at that moment. I’ve never felt this close to two people at the exact same time. The dungeon seemed to just melt away as I unclasped Jezebel’s hands from the chain. She took off the blindfold and looked at Jamie, whom was standing there with the dildo still on.

“That was you?!” She exclaimed. Jamie nodded, smiling excitedly. “You were amazing! Was that you licking my pussy too?” Jamie nodded again. “I enjoyed you quite a bit; I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited for you to taste me.”

 

~Part 3: Awake~

 

The sound of nothingness awoke me. Everything was silent as I looked around the dark room I was in. Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling still caught up in reminiscence of the dream I just had.

Smiling to myself, I spread my arms wide. Where am I?

I felt the collar around my neck.

Still in the swing club apparently…

The room was hot and smelled faintly of sex as I walked over to the door. Running my hands down my sides, I realized I was still wearing the leather my Master had given me to put on.

I opened the door and was greeted by two large men walking up to the door, both with large cocks dangling between their legs with a grin on each of their faces. The first man walked up to the door with a silver chain in his hand. He attached it to my collar and whispered, “You are mine now.”

Staying Alive Series Part 2: I’m Yours

I’m Yours

Staying Alive Series

 

Part Two

Yes, Master is a new erotica series with explicit themes involving sex. Intended for mature audiences.

 

Copyright © 2014 JD

Cover image used under license from www.shutterstock.com

 

Chapter One: Outlines

Chapter Two: Something New

Chapter Three: Truth Revealed

Chapter Four: I’m Yours

Chapter Five: Master

 

CHAPTER ONE: OUTLINES

Master walked over towards me, gag in hand. I could see his outline approaching as I sat there in the middle of the room on a wooden chair.

I felt the ball enter my mouth as he tied the leather behind my head.

The room continued to darken as the sun crept beyond the horizon. Shadows melted with darkness.

My eyes glanced around the room. Carpet covered the floors. I was so used to hearing Master in the cellar, at least then I could tell where he was.

Today was different. I was in a small room in the middle of nowhere at an old hotel.

My suspicions were confirmed by the man in the uniform from earlier. Master did kill his wife, and the men were trying to find him. It seemed he didn’t want the men to find him. So I lied for my Master.

I haven’t yet found out why he killed her. My best assumption is that he wanted to be with me, and only with me.

Master’s hand ran up my leg. Goosebumps brought the hairs on the back of my neck to attention.

The gag was tight. I could feel my mouth stuck open.

His hand graced my inner thigh.

“Tonight you shall learn something new.” Master said as I heard him ruffle through his duffle bag.

My mind raced in anticipation.

Master always had something new. He wanted something to balance pleasure with pain.

I felt a new sensation.

Metallic, yet sharp.

It started upon my heel, and then ran up the back of my leg. I knew the device. He taught me the name years ago.

Wartenberg wheel.

I could feel every bump, touch and emotion the wheel carried as it went closer between my legs. At the last moment, it stopped and ran up my chest and over my shoulder.

“What do you feel?”

Master’s words broke the silence. He cut through darkness and brought light into the room. I could already feel my heart beating rapidly.

My words have always been the same up until yesterday; “Yes, Master.”

Today was different. It was almost as if he had emotion. It was almost as if he cared.

“I feel… titillated.” I said firmly.

Master never liked a quiet answer. He liked it straight. Never lie. Never speak out of turn. Never do anything unless told.

His hands slid under my shirt. I felt fingers curl around my breasts as I heard the toy drop to the floor.

“You didn’t cum for me yesterday when I told you.”

His statement brought immediate fear.

“Forgive me Master.” I said quickly.

“You will cum for me twice tonight, or you will be punished.”

“Yes, Master.”

Our lifestyle was nothing we ever spoke about. We were in this together. Both Richard and I both allowed everything to simply happen. There was never need for speaking openly. Our relationship transcended words.

I felt the ever familiar twine around my hands.

“Stand up.”

I stood.

“Lie on your stomach on the floor.”

I did so.

Master picked up my legs and tied the twine around my feet, then my hands to my feet.

Bound and unable to move, I laid there. Waiting.

I felt slight vibrations in the floor as he moved about.

The room grew dim as I heard him flick his lighter.

Master didn’t smoke, or at least I never smelled it on him.

Without warning, fire burned across my rear. No… not fire.

It was another new sensation. Water?

My body twisted with pleasure as I ached for Master to be inside my body. I wanted him more than ever at that very moment.

The burning feeling stopped.

Wax. It was wax. I was sure of it.

I felt the stinging run down my rear towards my slit. It stopped.

Another drip ran down my shoulder towards the middle of my back. It pooled in the center. I couldn’t help but moan softly.

“Hush now.”

His words calmed my adrenaline. Soon he would be within me.

“Cum for me.”

I desperately wanted to cum for him. My body was aching for his.

If I had any way of cumming for him, I would have.

“Cum for me,” he said again, this time with urgency.

I felt the tip of his finger run up my bare lips between my legs. He touched ever so lightly.

My body shook with anticipation. I needed him.

His finger went deeper as he explored inside my lips. Two fingers pressed together, he held tightly onto my clit.

“Cum for me,” he whispered into my ear.

I could feel his warm breath on my neck. Shockwaves of a tingling sensation ran down my spine.

Master’s finger went inside, curled within me and pressed right on my spot. He didn’t move as I felt his tongue press on my neck ever so lightly.

My body was ready for release. I could feel myself tensing like a tightly coiled spring.

His fingers were replaced by his hard cock.

I could immediately feel my vision fading to black as he held the tip of his dick just inside my lips. I didn’t need anything else.

“Cum for me.”

His taunts had finally grown fruit. My body shook violently with intense waves of orgasm. I came hard as my arms and legs fought the bindings.

Lightning coursed through every atom of my being. My walls clenched tightly onto nothing. He had yet to even penetrate me.

Moaning behind the gag, I couldn’t help but squirm in hopes of his hard cock sliding inside.

He gave it to me. Master gave it to me.

I felt his hands grasping my feet as he thrusted into my opening.

“Without this pain, you would never truly understand the ecstasy of pleasure.”

His words cut through my mind like a raging fire through a dry forest.

Master ran his cock deep again. My body jerked forward.

Pleasure mixed with pain as I felt his cock tense.

He pulled out and kneeled in front of me. My gag dropped to the floor.

“Yes, Master.” I said quickly as I left my mouth open for him.

It entered my mouth. I felt all of it.

He had never once allowed me to finish him in my mouth.

I moaned softly as I tasted him.

His hands curled around in my hair, holding my head deep down on his cock. He knew how I liked it.

“Are you my dirty little girl?” He whispered as he kissed the top of my head.

My mouth was full, or else I would have replied with the expected answer.

Instead I responded with my tongue curling around his hard dick and begging him to cum.

His cock tensed. It was tight. Firm.

My eyes connected with his.

Then release.

Master pumped into my mouth. I pressed my head down further.

He shot down my throat. His groans pushed me further. I wanted to take care of him as he took care of me.

“Good job.”

His words were not expected.

Despite the long day and my subpar performance, I knew I still had to cum for him one last time before I could sleep.

His eyes shifted to his bag then back to mine.

Even though I could only see his outline, I knew his face. Such an attractive man could surely have any woman he wanted, but he chose me.

“I bought a new toy for you,” he said as he walked behind me.

His statement didn’t warrant a response. I dared not speak out of turn.

My legs released and fell to the floor.

The stinging sensation from the bindings immediately ceased.

I heard my leather collar click around my neck.

With leash in hand, he walked over in front of me.

“Sit here.”

Master’s dark outline pointed to a small box on the floor.

 

CHAPTER TWO: SOMETHING NEW

I trusted him, so I crawled over and sat.

It penetrated me. A dildo on a box?

“Don’t move.” His words were firm. Aggressive.

I watched him sit on the bed with a small device in one hand. In the other was my leash. I was his.

The box was uncomfortable.

Uncertain what to do, I sat there as he turned a knob on the device.

I let out a little yelp as the dildo inside me began to vibrate slowly.

“How do you feel?”

His words cut through the soft rumble.

My body trembled with excitement from the new toy.

I felt my walls tense around the shaft deep inside me. It was nowhere near as thick as Master’s, but the vibration was very pleasurable.

“I like it Master,” I said as he jerked the collar towards the bed where he sat.

He released.

“Good girl.”

The intensity increased as he turned the knob.

My walls tightened in response.

I could already feel myself starting to approach an orgasm. His orgasm. He took care of me, and if there’s something… anything, he wanted, I would give it to him.

Moaning softly under my breath, I watched him stand and walk around me lightly tugging on my chain.

“Cum for me,” he whispered, “I want you to cum for me one more time.”

The bindings around my hands were tight. They were almost too tight, but at the same time, not tight enough.

Pain mixed with the pleasure, heightening my awareness.

Even though it was late and I was exhausted, my mind and body wanted to cum for him.

Shockwaves of electricity coursed through my veins as I felt myself reach the top of the mountain. Pain from my wrists and knees increased in intensity as the vibrations between my legs brought a whole new meaning to ecstasy.

“Cum for me,” Master whispered, now inches from my ear.

I shook with orgasm as I felt my walls clench tightly around the dildo deep inside me.

He turned the knob again. It was almost more than I could bare.

Another shockwave.

Every inch of my body felt alive.

“God, I lov—”

I closed my mouth midsentence as I felt my body start to come down from the sheer intensity of the orgasmic pleasure.

Master would have every right to be angry. I spoke out of turn. It wasn’t our way.

Did he understand what I was going to say?

I felt the pressure release as I sat there panting. Sweat formed lines down my face in the cool room.

He broke the silence. “Well done.”

Perhaps he didn’t want to finish my sentence, or maybe he just didn’t care.

No. He did care; it just wasn’t how we did things. Words meant nothing when actions spoke louder.

I felt the leash tug.

“I have prepared a place for you to sleep,” he said as he pointed towards the right side of the large bed in the middle of the room.

He now wanted me to sleep with him? That was a first.

Master led me to the side of the bed and took off my collar.

I watched him circle to his side and roll over away from me.

“Sleep well.” He said without emotion.

I curled into a ball as my mind drifted away into darkness.

 

CHAPTER THREE: TRUTH REVEALED

My eyes fluttered open.

We were on the road again. He must have carried me to the car in the night.

I glanced over at Richard. One hand was firmly wrapped around the wheel, the other around a coffee mug.

“Morning.”

I smiled – “Good morning.”

He had never offered anything like that before. Much less with anything good involved.

“We are heading to Alaska,” he said as he turned on the GPS device and set it on the dash.

I looked out the window. Alaska meant nothing to me. I didn’t know where it was, nor did I care. As long as he was with me, nothing else really mattered.

Mountains crept up in the distance with small white caps on each. Fields of white flowers spread across massive plains to my left and thick dark forests to my right.

I had never seen such things.

Richard looked over at me, “Alaska is far north. We’ll be going through those mountains ahead and staying in a lodge for the night.”

Was a reply expected?

I smiled and nodded.

“Look there,” he said as he pointed and looked to the left. Large creatures with four legs and tanned an odd brown color were running in a group across the plains.

“Those are deer. They roam these parts.”

“Interesting…” I replied, hoping it was the correct answer.

Never before had I seen a creature other than small pets the neighbors had.

Richard reached out and wrapped his hand around mine.

I looked up at him. He had a smile across his face.

For a split second, I thought he was an entirely different person. He didn’t seem like the Richard I knew.

Did I care for this new person? Was he what I wanted? Or was it the dark mysterious person that cared for me in the cellar what I wanted…

My heard jumped at the thought of Richard being someone other than what I knew. Perhaps he would be a different person during the light of day, and… Master once the sun set.

“Master?” I said as I looked down at the hand wrapped around mine.

His reply was swift, almost cold, “Joanne – not here. I am Richard.”

I could feel my face giving away emotion. Fighting to hold it back, I turned away and looked back out the window.

Perhaps he wanted me to be different during the day as well.

Could I be this person he wanted me to be? If he could change, I could as well.

“Richard – why are we going to Alaska?”

His face seemed lost in thought as he stared blankly forward into the horizon.

Finally he replied, “I have some old friends up there.”

He wasn’t lying. I was a master of lying and I knew his face showed no signs. Not even a hint.

Since he was in the mood for answering questions, and allowing it, I decided to push it even further.

“Why did you kill your wife?” I said, half under my breath.

I quickly looked out the window.

Silence ensued for what seemed like ages.

Finally he spoke. “She found out you were still living with us. When I took you to the cellar when you turned 19, I had to keep you a secret.”

Richards face looked strained as he continued, “I told her that I sent you to live at a homeless shelter, but obviously I didn’t…”

His hand squeezed tighter. “I kept you to myself. I wanted you to be near me, and when she found out, she got angry and wanted you gone. I lost control.”

I glanced at him then looked back out the window.

My stomach felt like I ate rocks. He killed for me. That was how much he loved me. That is why we are running. That is why his entire life is changed.

He did it all for me.

I squeezed his hand back. Perhaps he would be Master at night and I would be his equal during the day…

The mountains grew closer and closer as we flew along the road in silence. Not a word was said, not a tune played, only emotions given and read.

 

CHAPTER FOUR: I’M YOURS

We pulled up to the lodge.

Richard opened the door and walked inside while I waited.

The building was small, much smaller than the hotel. Made of massive brown logs and topped with a thick white layer of snow, I knew it would be cold outside.

Snow.

I had never seen nor touched it until now.

Richard told me I would experience new things, and he was right.

Everything I saw, felt, tasted and heard was new.

Odd sounds from animals in the distance played music for my ears as white diamonds fell from the sky. Everything was simply magical.

I stepped out of the car and held out my hand to catch one of the small shimmery snowflakes. Upon touching my hand, it was gone.

“Alright, come on inside,” Richard beckoned as he walked behind the car and heaved the large duffle bag over his shoulder.

The sight of the bag brought a smile to my face.

I reached down and picked up some of the snow in my hand. It was cold, yet… oddly entertaining.

Following Richard, I caught a glimpse of a man and woman staring at me from their car.

I dropped the snow and walked inside.

 

Our room was lavish. Adorned with weapons and heads of animals on the walls, I was quite taken back. It was nice, but a bit disturbing.

The deck out the back of the lodge was covered in a thick layer of snow, besides the large pool of water.

“Richard, what’s that?” I said as I pointed outside at the water.

He turned and smiled at me. “Instead of telling you, why don’t I show you?”

I nodded.

“Alright then. Take off your clothes.”

“Yes, Master.” I took off my clothes without hesitation. If he needed me, I was here and ready for him. My body was his to command.

He pulled his shirt, pants and boxers off.

I stood there awkwardly, waiting for him.

“Let’s go.”

He opened the sliding door and slipped inside the Jacuzzi.

Steam wafted from the top of the water and faded in the sky.

“Well? Are you coming?” He said as he looked over at me standing inside.

I nodded, walked up then stepped inside.

The water was hot. Very hot.

I felt his hand slide over my thigh as I sank into the water next to him.

He turned and smiled, “Watch this.”

The water rumbled for a moment, then turned into a bubbling bath. Jets of heat pressed against my back, massaging my sore muscles from the long day of driving.

“What do you think? Do you like it?”

Richard’s tone was growing more and more pleasant by the day. He was no longer the man that was so angry. Perhaps it was his wife that made him that way… perhaps.

“It’s nice. I like it.” I stuttered as my senses were overwhelmed.

His hand crept between my legs, curling around my inner thigh.

I felt his other hand wrap around my head and pull mine towards his.

“No. Not like this…” I whispered as the steam rose around us.

It felt… wrong. I didn’t like it.

Richard had a concerned look on his face.

He stepped out of the water and went inside.

“Close your eyes,” I heard him call from the other room.

I replied. “Yes, Master.”

Leather ran around my neck, pulled tight then jerked. “When I tell you to do something. You do it. Alright?”

His voice was firm, cold and intense. He was Master.

 

CHAPTER FOUR: MASTER

The water jets brushed around me, pulling me into the Jacuzzi. There was nothing more I wanted in the world than to be with Master. He was my everything, and now, he was back.

I looked over at him.

He was standing there in the snow, dripping wet with steam rising off his skin. Lean and muscular, tall, dark and handsome, there was nothing more I wanted. Nothing.

“Close your eyes. Now.”

“Yes, Master.”

I did so, completely forgetting his previous command.

“Turn around and face me. Spread your legs on the water jet.”

My body shifted, twirling around to do as he said.

I spread my legs only to be greeted by a rush of water aimed directly between my thighs.

Master stared at me. “Good. Don’t you dare move.”

“Yes, Master.”

The warmth filled my opening, spreading within me. Steam curled in the air as he walked over and stood by the side of the Jacuzzi.

He pulled something from behind his back. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Master put it inside my mouth and tied it in the back. My mouth was stuck open, with a hole in the center.

His cock flicked upwards as he stood in front of me.

Suddenly I knew exactly what the toy was for.

He laid the tip on my tongue just inside my mouth.

My walls constricted around nothing but water as I felt new sensations rise within me. The feeling was like no other.

Hair on my arms stood on end as my body jerked involuntarily.

“Good girl,” Master said as he wrapped my hair in his hand. Slowly he pressed my head down on his cock. Deeper and deeper he went down my throat.

My neck convulsed as I choked. Little black stars swam in my vision as I shifted my hips slightly. The stream of water was hitting directly on my clit.

I buckled forward in ecstasy as I immediately went into an orgasmic state of pleasure.

He released my hair.

Gasping loudly in the cold air, I fought for breath as I came.

My body felt splintered with electricity as I moaned loudly into the night air. I felt like I was falling down a deep dark hole as my vision faded.

The collar jerked. My mind snapped back into reality as my legs shook violently. The spring released.

I screamed out as his hand tightened on my hair, pulling and tugging roughly, thrusting his cock inside my mouth.

My tongue curled around his tip with each thrust. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked with all my might.

Our eyes locked as I felt his dick tense.

Both of his hands went on the back of my head as he groaned and began shooting inside my mouth.

I couldn’t even shut my mouth and suck him like I wanted to. My lips wouldn’t curl over the circular opening in the gag.

“Taste me…” he whispered as he kept pumping his load on my tongue.

Swallowing eagerly to please Master, I watched him smile.

He smiled.

During our time.

He was Richard, not Master.

I tried to say it, but I couldn’t. “Masaa…”

My words came out in a gurgle.

I grabbed the back of his leg and squeezed tightly.

He looked down at me with a confused look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong? Here – let me take this off you.”

Richard took off the gag.

I reached up and moved my jaw as I stood up in the Jacuzzi staring at him right in the eye.

My words were swift and cold. “You are changing. I hate it. You smile, laugh, and for some reason I feel like this is all a big joke to you.”

His eyes narrowed as his dark presence returned. “This isn’t a fucking joke to me.”

I waved my hands in the air, “But it is! You think it’s funny, but it’s not. It’s been my life for as long as I can remember, and now… you killed your damn wife, hauled me off into the middle of god knows where so you can what? Laugh and smile and try to be all cute with me?”

Richard scowled as he stood there, completely naked in the snow.

I continued. “This isn’t a fucking joke. This is my damn life. And you know what? Now that we are actually talking about it, I do enjoy being your pet. I enjoy you being my everything. You provide for me, and so I provide back to you. Your every wish is my command… until you think it’s a fucking joke.”

Richard turned and looked off into the distance.

I hadn’t even noticed the view until he looked away. It was stunning. Trees and snow capped mountains for as far as I could see. Despite Richard’s change in personality, I couldn’t say I would prefer to be back in the cellar.

He looked back at me. “I’m sorry… truly I am. I just… I enjoy seeing you happy, and every time I remember your face, it makes me smile.”

His eyes locked with mine. “I do love you Joanne. I really do.”

“Even though it’s always been unspoken, I do as well.”

Richard leaned in towards me, now inches from my face. “I will do better as long as you promise me one thing.”

I nodded. “And what’s that?”

His voice grew warm yet again, “To be happy. I want you to be filled with joy as we travel and experience new things together. I want you to have a fulfilled life. In that cellar – you couldn’t.”

“Only if you hold up your end of the deal,” I said as I placed my hand on his.

Richard’s scowl returned. “Tonight I am your master. You will do as I command, and you will obey.”

His hand jerked away from mine as I replied. “Yes, Master.”

If this is the way we must do things then let it be so. He is my master and I am his pet until light brings a new day.

Richard turned away and walked inside. He returned moments later with cuffs in one hand, and beads in the other.

His words were deadly serious. “Close your eyes.”

I dared not disobey.

“Yes, Master.”

Cuffs were snapped on my wrists and locked tight behind my back.

“Bend over.”

My words came without hesitation. “Yes, Master.”

I felt the warm sensation of penetration within my anus as the smallest bead pressed itself inside. As each bead popped in deeper, I could feel the pressure increase.

Cold winter air blew over my breasts as I felt him grab my hips tightly.

His cock slapped against my wet slit as I bent over the side of the Jacuzzi.

Warm water still circulated around my clit as I felt beads of sweat drip down my face.

Master’s dick slapped against my slit again.

I moaned out in pleasure as he ran his cock up and down between my lips.

His hands ran along my sides and wrapped around my breasts. Fingers twirled around my already-hard nipples. Pain from the sudden change in temperature shot through my body as he lifted my pussy out of the water.

Cold air blew across the water and along my slit. The pain intensified as I gritted my teeth.

“Do you enjoy this?” Master said as he leaned in towards my face.

“Yes, Master.” I said firmly. It was the only reply.

My eyes still closed, I felt the tip of his cock start to make its way inside.

Pain still coursed through my body as the freezing winds blew across the Jacuzzi and between my legs.

Surely he was feeling the same pain.

His fingers dug into my hips as he thrusted inside. I could feel his cock bump against each bead within me due to the thin membrane between my anus and pussy.

Master spoke with authority. “Do not speak. Do not cry out. Simply take me.”

I felt him slide deeper.

Fighting back the urge to scream out in pleasure, I bit my lip.

He pulled out and thrusted deep.

My body flew forward against the side.

Pain shot up through my chest as my breasts slapped the Jacuzzi.

Deeper he went with each movement of his hips. Pleasure seeped through my walls and spread through my body as he pounded against me.

I could feel every inch of his thick shaft.

He stopped with his cock deep inside. Slowly he pulled out the beads from my anus. I could feel his dick tense within me.

My mouth opened to moan, but I quickly bit down on my lip.

The last bead withdrew. My body relaxed in response.

Without warning, I felt the sting of a fire across my rear followed by a loud spank. Again he ran his hand across my rear. Again, and again.

I bit down harder on my lip, fighting back the intense flare of pain.

His tip pulled from my pussy and slid up towards my anus.

“Don’t move.” Master said as he started to press himself inside.

I dared not move nor breathe.

Ever so slowly he went, deeper and deeper into his territory.

Groans of pleasure filled the air around me as he began thrusting into my rear.

His hand wrapped around my hair. “Don’t speak.”

“Yes, Master.” I said with determination.

Slamming my ass against his cock, I felt his sac slap against my pussy.

He bent over grabbing my flailing tits, and began pumping into me vigorously.

My walls tightened around his dick as he stroked my walls with the tip.

“Oh god yes,” he moaned as I felt him stop.

His cock tensed and began pumping within me.

The sensation was new, painful and yet… welcomed. I wanted him to be happy in every way possible.

He pulled himself out and without hesitation ran his tongue up my slit. His tongue slid inside my opening and twisted around.

His words came muffled, “You may speak now.”

“Yes, Master.”

I filled the night air with moans as his finger slid into my pussy and began thrusting.

My walls tightened again as I felt myself reaching the pent up, earth shattering, one hell of an orgasm bodily state.

I came – hard.

“Open your eyes,” he said after his tongue reached the end of its pass on my clit.

“Yes, Master.”

Looking back at him, I only saw the top of his head buried deep between my legs.

My body shook violently as I came for Master. Every atom and part of my body released at once.

His hands and tongue never ceased moving.

I rolled directly into another orgasm.

Wavering dizzily in the Jacuzzi I felt another cold breeze rush over my skin alerting and jolting my adrenaline back into gear.

“Yes… cum for me,” he whispered.

All at once, time seemed to slow around me. Memories of him aggressively taking control in the cellar, the time he first fucked me, and most recently, the time he came inside my pussy… it all came back at once.

I cried out as I felt every muscle in my body completely relax.

Breathing heavily, I slumped into the water completely drained of every emotion.

Master sat down on the other side of the Jacuzzi.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

I looked over at him… and smiled.

Staying Alive Series Part 3: You’re Mine

You’re Mine

Staying Alive Series

 

Part Three

 

Yes, Master is a new erotica series with explicit themes involving sex. Intended for mature audiences.

 

Copyright © 2014 JD

Cover image used under license from www.shutterstock.com

 

Chapter One: Pain is Pleasure

Chapter Two: Him

Chapter Three: Held in Ecstasy

Chapter Four: Fight for Survival

 

“Without pain we would not know the ecstasy of pleasure.”

 

CHAPTER ONE: PAIN IS PLEASURE

The warm water within the Jacuzzi balanced the cold bite of the freezing wind blowing through the mountains.

Richard looked up at the stars. He appeared to be lost in thought.

I smiled and glanced inside, “You know, we should be heading to bed. We are continuing up to Alaska tomorrow… right?”

He nodded, still looking away.

My body was sore from the rough session we just finished, and every atom seemed completely drained.

“Well, I’m going inside,” I muttered as I got out of the Jacuzzi and headed towards the shower.

Looking back out at Richard, I felt the need to do something for the guy. I thought we hashed out everything so well.

I shrugged and rinsed off then laid down in the bedroom.

Staring at the ceiling, I heard him enter the room.

His footsteps were heavy.

“Richard?” I called out.

He turned around the corner with his whip in hand and black leather mask over his head.

Placing my feet on the floor and sitting by the edge of the bed, I had to push my body to respond. It was exhausted from the previous training, but willing to do whatever was necessary to obey the master.

Master cracked the whip in the air.

“You want me dark and in control?”

I looked at the floor and replied firmly. “Yes, Master.”

My adrenaline shot through the roof as he cracked the whip into the air again. The reminiscent feeling of leather snapping against my body brought a chill down my spine.

Daring not to look at him, I kept my gaze on the floor as a sunk down off the bed to my hands and knees.

“Only after you have felt true pain, will you know ecstasy.”

He was deadly serious with every word.

Master’s words sunk in as I felt the hair on my arms stand on end.

“Yes, Master.” My words came swift as I readied my every part of my body.

The whip landed on my bare rear, shooting pain splitting up my spine and causing my elbows to give. I shook it off.

“Your training continues, starting with sharp pain,” Master said as he cracked the whip into the air again.

My fingers dug into the carpet.

The whip ran across my back, flew around and split across my rear.

Intense lines of fire compounded and created shockwaves of pain as I jerked forward with each snap.

I cried out as another lash ran across my rear.

“What was that?” Master whispered as he leaned down next to my face.

His footsteps left the room and returned within moments.

I felt my hands jerk behind my back as steel cuffs tightened around them.

My collar clicked around my neck.

I could feel him looking down at me as he whispered in a dark tone, “You’re mine.”

“Yes, Master.”

The light clicked off.

Everything seemed surreal as I felt the collar tug.

He led me across the room on my hands and knees.

“Lay on your back.”

His words were cold.

“Yes, Master.”

I did so without hesitation.

Laying there on the back in the dark, I felt exposed.

“Open your legs.”

“Yes, Master.” I opened my legs and waited.

I stared towards the ceiling, but was unable to see even the faintest of outlines.

Light filled the room as I heard the door creak open.

“Hello?”

It was a woman’s voice.

“Is everything alright in here?”

She spoke again.

I looked towards the woman as did Master.

He was standing there between my legs towering over me with his leather mask and whip in hand.

The woman was elderly and had a look of sheer horror on her face as her eyes darted from mine to Master’s.

I dared not speak.

Richard stared at her and whispered, “Everything is fine here. Go… now!”

The woman’s hand started to shake as she looked at me.

“Dear? Are you ok?”

Her voice quivered with fear.

I looked up at Master.

He spoke in a deadly serious tone, “Joanne. Tell her.”

“Yes, Master.” I replied.

Looking over to the woman, I felt bare and exposed. Not the slightest bit embarrassed though. “I’m fine. Go.”

The woman crept back out into the hallway. She must have heard the whip.

Without warning, the room was suddenly dark again.

“Now where were we…?” Master said under his breath.

I felt something slide up between my legs. It was soft, like a feather.

My hips twitched.

He taunted me with the light touches. Master slid the feather up my chest, between my tits and around each nipple.

I could feel my body wanting him even more.

“Pain… does not have to be necessarily painful,” he said softly in my ear.

His breath ran chills down my spine.

“However… this does.”

I felt something clamp around my nipples. It pinched tightly and grasped on.

Opening my mouth to yelp out in surprise, something filled it. The ball gag.

The gag tightened around my head and pulled tight as I laid there staring at the ceiling.

Tears rolled down my cheek as I felt the clamps tighten on my nipples.

He twisted.

I cried out behind the gag as the pain coursed through my chest and shot down my legs.

“Slave. Perhaps that’s what I’ll call you.”

Master’s hands ran up my thighs and wrapped around my breasts.

Squeezing tightly, I felt trails of fire flare through my chest.

I nodded the best I could.

Slave would be the best term for someone like me. I was his.

“But do you even deserve being called Slave?”

His words were devoid of emotion.

Master spanked my breasts with loud claps over and over as I fought back tears.

“Slave… I like the term. You shall be my slave, and I shall be your Master.”

I felt his hand grip firmly between my legs. He squeezed as his thumb pressed on my clit.

“Do you like that? Is this what you truly want? Do you… want to cum?”

Of course I did want to cum, but I wanted him use my body for his pleasure, not my own.

“I don’t think you deserve to cum.”

Master’s fingers slid inside my opening.

Writhing on the floor, I felt the claps on my nipples tighten.

Pain shot down my stomach and mixed with the pleasure between my legs into a firestorm of ecstasy and agony.

His fingers went deeper as I felt something press against my anus.

Bzzzzzzz

The vibrator immediately turned on high and slid inside.

My back arched from pleasure as my legs thrashed about. I would have screamed if I was allowed.

“Slave. Do you want to cum for me?”

I nodded frantically as my body jerked on the floor.

“Cum for me.”

My walls clenched tightly around his fingers as his fingers ran over my spot.

Master’s fingers went faster.

“Cum for me.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks as the plain from my nipples and anus flared.

“Cum for me.”

His thumb pressed down tighter on my clit.

“Slave. Cum for me now!”

Master’s words hit home as my body tensed completely then released a dam of pent up orgasmic pleasure.

“Yes. Good. Don’t stop.”

My body jerked violently on the floor as my legs closed tightly together. I fought back screams of pain, joy, pleasure, emotions and every little dark corner of my mind. Memories rushed through my mind, flaring and dissolving into darkness as I bit down on the ball.

“Keep going…” Master whispered as his fingers twirled around inside me while his other hand kept my legs open.

Shockwaves of energy coursed through my body, emanating from between my legs, my breasts and my anus.

“You aren’t done until I say you’re done.”

I couldn’t stop. I just couldn’t. I must keep going.

Involuntarily my legs tightened together even harder, trying to get him to stop. The orgasm was simply too intense.

My legs shook as they went flat with the ground.

Breathing hard and fighting to stay conscious against the black stars swimming in my vision, I prayed. I prayed I could do the same for him.

“You will stop.”

Every atom in my body wanted to stop. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t.

Once the waves started, they would run their course.

“Stop cumming… now.”

His words were intensely passionate.

My body lay still.

The room was quiet besides my rapid heavy breaths.

“Good Slave.”

 

CHAPTER TWO: HIM

I felt the gag remove from my mouth.

Stretching my jaw, he entered.

Ripples of orgasm still surged their way through my body as he began thrusting into my mouth.

His cock was rigid and hard. Master wanted me.

Clasps around my hands were removed as I heard the ever so familiar click.

“Stroke me.”

I wrapped my hands around his girth.

“Yes, Master,” I said as pulled him out for a mere second.

His hands grabbed my hair and pulled tightly, then pressed his dick down my throat.

Master began fucking my mouth hard.

My neck tensed up for a moment as I straightened myself out for him.

He went deep.

I swallowed around his cock, massaging him.

Moans of pleasure filled the room as I used my hands and lips to stroke his shaft.

My tongue curled and flicked against the tip, beckoning his musky cum.

“Yes… don’t stop,” he whispered as he tightened his grip on my hair. Pain shot down my neck and spun around my already-sore nipples.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped it against the side of my face. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, Master.” I said firmly.

My tongue ran up the bottom of his sac and up his shaft towards the tip.

He slapped it against my face again.

Master groaned deeply as I wrapped my hands around his cock and pulled it back into my mouth.

Stroking faster, I felt him tense.

He pulled out slightly and pumped his load on my tongue. Over and over, one at a time it pinged in my mouth as I slid my fingers up his shaft.

“God yes… fuck yes,” he grunted as he came.

I looked up to his face, unable to see him or even an outline.

His body relaxed as I grabbed his butt and pressed his cock down my throat once more.

Master gently combed through my hair with his fingers.

“Joanne.”

I looked up, “Yes Richard?”

Every part of me wished to see his face. I wanted to see his smile, his aura.

“Let us go to bed.”

I smiled, knowing he couldn’t see me.

 

CHAPTER THREE: HELD IN ORGASM

The road was straight as far as I could see. No mountains in the distance, no fields of flowers, no… anything.

To my left sat Richard and out his window were fields of dirt. On my right… only more dirt.

I slumped in my chair and folded my arms.

Every part of my body was sore from last night. My fingers grazed over my tender nipples. The clamps were especially painful.

Richard looked over and smiled at me. “How are you holding up?”

His face brought joy to my world. Whenever he looked at me, whenever he paid attention to me…

“Great. What’s our next stop?”

Richard laughed, “Well. We are taking a detour. There’s a place I’d like to visit.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

I scooted up in my chair, eager to converse. Nothing else held my attention.

“It’s a party for individuals like us.”

“Really? That sounds pretty cool,” I replied as he slid his hand over my leg.

“It’s a group of people I’ve been following for a while, and I think it would be good for us. The best part is – it’s in Canada.”

I nodded. “Why Canada?”

“We won’t have to worry as much about the law up there, and honestly, it’s not much of a detour. We should be there by nightfall.”

His hand slid under my dress and rested on my thigh.

I shifted closer to him in case he wanted more.

Richard spoke up, “Reach back there and grab that bag.”

Looking in the back seat, I saw the small brown bag. I set it on my lap.

“I picked up some food this morning while you slept. Have at it.”

Inside were muffins with bottled water.

He looked over with a big smile on his face. “We will be taught something new at the party. These couples enjoy something called humiliation. I’ve never done it, but it looks like something we may both enjoy.”

I glanced over at him with my mouth stuffed full.

Richard laughed. “How would you feel about being fucked in front of a group of people? What if I were to train you in front of them?”

His eyes went back to the road as I finished the food in thought.

“It sounds interesting. I’m down with giving it a shot.”

He nodded. “Great. Well in that case, let’s get there so we can join in before it gets too late.”

With my stomach full and body exhausted, I curled into a ball and closed my eyes.

 

I awoke to the sound of faint music.

“Where are we?”

Richard was gone.

Looking outside the car, I realized it was dark and we were pulled up in front of a large one story building. People were meandering about. Some walked inside, others stood out front smoking and talking.

Men and women were on leashes with their masters. Spiked collars and leather masks were everywhere.

Instinctively I reached up and touched my neck. I felt so naked without my collar, and even more so without Master.

Sitting in the car waiting, I watched the couples walk inside.

Master came out of nowhere and opened my car door. “I got tickets to get in. Ready?”

The music was much louder with the door open. I could feel my adrenaline kicking in.

“Yes, Master.”

He clicked the collar around my neck.

I crawled out of the car to my hands and knees.

The collar jerked forward as Master walked me inside.

Music blared loudly. It was dark heavy metal. Not something I particularly enjoyed… but then again, I wasn’t really a music person.

Other couples swarmed around us as we stopped just inside the doors. Some men were crawling on the floor next to their mistresses. Few were naked; some had leather straps around their crotch. Some even had face masks to where they couldn’t see.

I was taken back by the sight.

Master’s voice brought my mind back to reality, “Come Slave.”

“Yes, Master.” I said as we walked towards an elevator.

We went down several stories to what I assumed was the dungeon.

The doors opened with a loud screech.

Music nearly knocked me backwards when the doors opened. It was intense, but not nearly as intense as the sight unfolding around us.

Master stepped outside. I followed.

Men and women alike were tied to massive crosses, tables or the ceiling. Their masters were training them with whips, gags, vibrators and various toys.

A large man rippling with muscle and strapped in full leather walked up to us.

“Welcome to the dungeon.”

His voice was thick and heavy.

I looked back towards the ground as Master spoke.

“Greetings. It’s our first time. Anything we need to know?”

The man shifted his feet as I glanced to my right.

Another woman was leashed beside me. Her master was standing and listening to the man as well.

Our eyes met.

She nodded and stared back at the floor, awaiting orders as did I.

The man continued, “Feel free to use our facilities and gear. Be respectful of our guests. Anything goes after that.”

I glanced up at Master as he nodded to the man. “Great, thanks.”

Master tugged my leash and headed towards one of the tables.

“Get up.” He said firmly.

I climbed up onto the wooden table with two long legs spread out from the rear and pointed towards the ceiling. My legs were spread in the air with my feet firmly planted on each of the wooden legs.

Several rings were on the side.

Looking around at the other women, I realized the rings were for the rope.

Master ran his hands down my body and slid his hand under my dress. “This is mine,” he said as he grabbed onto my mound.

“Yes, Master.” I said.

Screams echoed throughout the chamber and pierced through the music.

My head quickly turned to see one of the women being fucked while bound to a crucifix.

Master grabbed my chin and turned my head towards him. “You’re mine. Focus on me.”

I nodded. “Yes, Master.”

His hands moved quickly as he picked up rope off the floor and proceeded to tie my hands to the table.

Leather straps were placed around my feet, holding them firmly into place.

Master vigorously pulled off my dress and dropped it on the floor.

I looked around at the men and woman staring at my naked body. Instinctively I tried to reach up and cover my breasts. My hands didn’t budge.

Master took a leather strap and pulled it over my neck, binding it to the table.

He placed his finger on his chin for a moment, staring at my body.

Another leather strap was placed over my waist and pulled taut.

I couldn’t move. Not even a bit.

Master walked behind me. I couldn’t see him.

His hands slid over the side of my face pulling a cloth gag between my lips. My mouth opened as he tightened.

He left my vision again.

Trying to move my head, I realized I couldn’t.

Large groups of men walked by the table staring at my breasts and between my spread legs. I felt my face flush.

Another scream pierced through the beating music.

My eyes jerked towards the sound.

A man was held in the air by a chain as his mistress played with a dildo in his rear. His cock was in some sort of small cage.

Hands ran over my bare chest.

It was Master. He was back.

His fingers twirled around my nipples and pulled them hard.

“I’m going to make you cum, and hold you there.”

Master ran his fingers down my thigh as he walked around between my legs.

I pushed against the restraints, but couldn’t budge.

Several mistresses with their slaves came along and watched as I felt Master’s hand press down on my mound. His other hand ran along my slit.

I could feel my walls tightening with every pass he made.

Screams echoed throughout the room as the music seemed to vibrate my body to the very core.

Master took a single finger and slid himself inside me.

My legs fought against the restraints as he slid his thumb in circles around my clit.

He was hell bent on making me cum… hard.

“I want you to cum for me.”

Master’s words were swift as were his fingers.

Large and small circles, pressure then none. He didn’t stop even though I begged him within my mind to. The pleasure was simply too intense.

He slid another finger inside.

I could feel my chest straining against the leather as my back attempted to arch.

Electric surged through my body as I felt his fingers pick up speed.

He knew exactly where my spot was, and he wasn’t going to hit it until I was ready. I knew that much.

My toes curled as I felt his other thumb press inside my anus.

Master gritted his teeth and stared me. “Cum for me slave. Cum for me now!”

His finger hit my spot just inside my opening.

Little black stars swam in my vision as I jerked violently against the bindings.

I opened my mouth to scream, but couldn’t. The ecstasy took away my breath.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

The pleasure kept increasing until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was stuck.

His fingers didn’t stop moving. They kept spinning around in circles on my spot.

Master’s thumb went deeper into my anus. He knew where that spot was too.

I felt my legs straighten and buck against the leather as I came.

Biting down hard on the fabric was my only release from the intense orgasm. I fought to stay conscious.

“How about… this?” Master said as he pressed his fingers deeper and curled them upwards.

I could feel his thumb curling inside my anus putting pressure on my other spot. My hips went wild and out of control. I couldn’t stop myself.

Pain shot through my body as I jerked against the leather on my legs and chest.

Master’s hand stopped for a mere second – it was over.

Immediately his fingers went full force inside me, wildly thrusting back and forth.

I breathed in and deeply and cursed in my mind as my body convulsed in sheer pleasure.

Everything seemed to slow in time for a mere moment as I felt the shockwaves of ecstasy come in pulses. My walls tightened and released with each motion of his hands.

Men and woman stood around, watching and pointing. Slaves were made to sit and wait. I was the spectacle of the night. I was their entertainment… but I was his slave.

I felt every hair on my body stand on end as the room spun around me. Fading in and out of consciousness, I could no longer tell minutes from hours – I only knew he didn’t stop, and neither did my body.

“You may stop.”

His words were clear even though the room was still pounding with music.

Our eyes met.

I only saw him. He was the only one in the room, everything else just faded away.

Every muscle went slack against the table.

Lying there catching my breath, I felt him enter me.

His thick shaft slid inside my slick opening. I could feel each drip of sweat slide down my face as my body jerked back and forth on the table.

I couldn’t cum again… I just couldn’t.

Please don’t make me cum again, I begged in my head. Please…

“Cum on my cock.”

He said it, but my body felt lifeless.

Every bit of pleasure had been removed. Nothing remained, not even the slightest sliver.

Master pulled out his cock and went down to his knees.

His tongue slid up my opening and twisted around my clit.

I felt that.

My body shook once… twice, with each stroke.

“There you go… come back to me,” he said softly as his hands gripped tightly onto my hips.

His tongue slid inside and curled upwards.

I felt him touch my sore spot. There was life.

My hips jerked against the restraints. Pain shot through my body from the raw skin against each point.

I opened my eyes wide with adrenaline.

“Yes. Good girl.”

I felt everything.

His cock pressed back inside as he held tightly onto my hips and thrusted. My opening tightened in response.

The tightly bound spring suddenly released within me.

Master cursed in whispers as I felt my body convulsing with orgasm. Shockwaves of slammed up through my chest as waves of fire emanated from between my legs.

I felt his dick tighten and begin pumping within me. Each spurt from his cock edged me further over the edge of my orgasm.

“Yes… I want to feel you fucking cum on my cock,” he groaned through his teeth.

My eyes locked with his as we both came together.

He collapsed over me, panting and out of breath.

“God… damn.”

Master’s words brought a smile to my face. I couldn’t help it.

The crowd of viewers moved on, leaving us to ourselves.

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. Never in my life would I have thought I would be fucking or cumming in front of a group of people.

My eyes drifted towards a woman within a cage being lowered into a large container of water. She was completely in her master’s hands. There was no doubt of her trust in her master.

He looked down at me and ran his fingers over my nipples.

Music began to die down as did the screams of ecstasy and pain.

“Shall we?”

I nodded to Master.

My jaw relaxed as he unclasped the gag.

Two men walked over and looked me up and down then over to Master.

“Beautiful slave you have there. What’s its name?”

Master looked over, “Joanne.”

The man put his hands on his hips, “That’s interesting. You named your slave.”

My hands and legs were untied. I stretched crawled to the floor. He tightened the leash around his hand.

“I did name my slave because she deserves a name. She is mine, always will be mine and will always serve me.”

Both men appeared angry as they spoke again, “Slaves need not have names.

Master tugged on my collar. “Come slave.”

“Yes, Master.” I said without hesitation as I crawled after him on the floor.

The men continued to stare at us as we headed towards the elevator.

I felt a chill down my spine as my eyes locked with one of the men. They were seething with anger. I could just sense it.

The chain jerked firmly as we stepped onto the elevator.

 

CHAPTER FOUR: FIGHT FOR SURVIVAL

I climbed into the car. Richard released my collar and handed me a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” I whispered. He smiled and shut the car door.

The moon was high in the sky, giving everything a light white tone.

I watched as Richard walked to the front of the car.

Both men from earlier emerged out of the front of the building. There were no other people around.

Everything was in slow motion as I watched the scene unfold.

The man on the left pulled out a gun and began firing. I heard the sound of shattering glass and screaming.

Richard ran around and climbed into the driver’s seat as I heard shots ricochet off the front of the car.

“Get down!” He yelled as both men were nearly to the car.

The second man pulled out a crowbar and slammed it into the window, shattering and sending glass everywhere.

Richard slammed on the gas and hit the man with the gun, sending him flying to the ground.

More gunshots into the car as the second man pulled out a gun and began firing.

I looked over at Richard. He was bleeding profusely from his chest.

We sped out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell is wrong with those people?!” Richard exclaimed as he held his hand against his wound.

Grabbing a shirt from the backseat I placed it on his chest and held it tightly.

“What do we do now?” I said.

Richard’s eyes rolled back in his head as he slumped forward on the wheel.

I wrapped my fingers around it and let the car come to a stop on the highway.

Shit.

Everything was dead silent as I sat there. The car crept forward.

I didn’t know how to work it. Nobody ever taught me how to drive.

“Richard! Wake up!”

My hands grasped his shirt and shook him.

Nothing.

I heard a familiar sound. A siren.

Two men walked up to the side of the car and looked inside. “Is everythin— jesus.”

He held his phone up to his ear. “We need an ambulance on route 114 quickly.”

Both men pulled Richard out of the car. I could feel tears running down my face.

“Is he going to be ok?” I said as I ran around the car to the men.

They didn’t reply.

Minutes felt like hours as I sat there next to Richard.

“Alright, let’s get him inside,” the man said as he picked him up and put him inside the ambulance.

I climbed inside and sat next to Richard with his hand in mine.

We flew down the road as several men and woman took off Richard’s clothes and examined the wound. I held tightly onto my leash and fought back tears.

 

It seemed like the most pain Master ever put me through was physical, but this was different. He trained my body and mind to withstand nearly anything – but nothing could compare or even come close to this.

 

His hand was in mine as we sat there. No words were spoken. He couldn’t with all the tubes down his throat.

I laid the leash in his hand and curled up next to him.

Darkness surrounded me as my sore body drifted into darkness.

Staying Alive Series Part Four: Hope Returns

Staying Alive Series

 

PART FOUR

Hope Returns

 

JD

 

 

Staying Alive is a new erotica series with explicit themes involving sex. Intended for mature audiences.

 

Copyright © 2014 JD

Cover image used under license from www.shutterstock.com

 

This is the fourth installment of the Staying Alive series. Please read Staying Alive Part 1-3 before reading this!

 

 

Chapter One: Hope

 

Sunlight poured in through the window of the small hospital room as a nurse opened the curtains.

“Good morning you two,” she said cheerfully, knowing full well only I could hear her.

I turned away and looked down at Richard. His beard had grown much over the past several months.

Jesus, has it really been that long?

“What month is it?” I questioned the nurse as I rested my hand upon Richards.

“December. It’s nearly Christmas hun.”

It has been that long. Four whole months.

The sound of the breathing machine Richard was on was fairly loud, yet somehow relaxing. Every breath he took made my heart skip a beat. Would this be the breath where he wakes up?

Today was the day that I feared the most. It was the day I would be forced to make a decision. To keep Richard alive on the machines, or let him fade into the night.

I had thought about it for days, weeks, and months on end, but at that very moment, I had no clue what I was going to tell the doctor.

“I’d let him go.”

The nurse’s voice cut through my thoughts.

“Huh?” I piped up.

“I’d let him go. You know – let him move on. It has to be painful to be kept on these machines day after day.”

My mind wandered as I prayed to any god that would listen. Please. Please let him wake up. There are so many things I haven’t experienced.

A loud knock echoed off the walls as the door to the room opened. The doctor. A tall man with white stubble on his chin.

He spoke softly. “Let us have a few.”

The nurse nodded and left the room.

“Good morning Joanne.”

Every word made my heart skip a beat. The moment I had been dreading was finally upon myself.

I looked up at the doctor from my chair.

The collar was still around my neck and the leash held tightly between Richard’s and my hand. Is this the end of our story?

“We have one final thing we can try. We will inject his heart with a steroid that will basically jump start his cardiovascular system. It’s a slim chance – but it’s the last shot we have.”

Hope. The very thing I had almost lost sight of.

I ran my fingers up Richards arm, “Master, do you hear that? You have a chance to come back to me. I can’t do this without you.”

“Alright. Well, we will bring in the steroids now and hopefully, if all goes well, he will be awake within the hour.”

“Thank you doctor,” I whispered as I held Richard’s hand tightly.

I watched the doctor leave and return within moments. Another man followed him in. He had the same white coat as the doctor. Both had gloves on.

“Now?” I said softly as I rested my head on Richard’s shoulder.

They both nodded as one spoke up, “Yes. You may leave the room, or wait here if you like. It will only take a moment.”

I stood and walked to the window. Everything I saw was covered in a whine sheen. Was it always like this in the mountains?

“It’s done,” I heard the doctor say quickly.

I turned to Richard and watched him. His chest rose and fell with each breath.

Both doctors looked at me. “That was it. There’s no other options. It’s been four months, what is your decision?”

My heart sunk as I felt my knees starting to fail. This was it.

Richard’s breathing changed pace. It was deeper. Less labored.

“Doctor?” I said under my breath as I sat on the chair next to the bed.

He looked over Richard and placed a small metal device attached to his ear to Richard’s chest then spoke firmly, “Take him off the ventilator. He might be waking up.”

The other doctor raced behind my chair and pressed buttons on a machine. The loud noises stopped. Richard’s chest stopped rising.

Please Richard. You have to get through this… do it for me.

Richard began coughing loudly and squeezing my hand tighter than ever. I felt the leash dig into my hand as I watched his eyes flutter open.

He did return to me.

 

 

Chapter Two: New Beginnings

 

“I’m here.”

The two words flew out of my mouth before I could even think. Richard. He was back.

Both doctors raced around Richard, pressing buttons on the machine and holding various devices to Richard’s chest, hands and feet.

“He’s alive and well. It appears as if his heart is strong.”

Richard opened his mouth. “Water.” He gasped.

I quickly grabbed my water bottle and held the straw to his mouth. He drank the whole thing and looked at me. Our eyes met.

“You stayed?”

His words were soft.

I nodded, with tears rolling down my cheeks. This time it wasn’t from pain.

“I will always be by your side,” I whispered into his ear as he held onto my hand tightly.

The doctor spoke up as he flipped through papers in his hands. “He is perfectly normal. It’s almost as if he wasn’t in a coma for the last 4 months. I don’t see any reason why he can’t leave here today.”

Richard laughed loudly, “Four months!”

I looked up at the doctor and smiled. “Thank you.”

“I’ll go file for his release right now.”

He left the room quickly.

“Master?”

“Yes, Joanne?”

Our eyes met. No words had to be said. We both knew we were bound together. Not by twine, chains, handcuffs, or leather straps, but by our passion. Our lifestyle. We were meant for each other.

The slightest curl of his lips pulled into a smile.

I returned it.

“Thank you for saving me at the club,” I said as I laid my head on his arm.

I could feel his chest rising on its own. No machines, tubes, or monitors were keeping him alive. He could leave again.

The doctor returned. “You two are released and free to go whenever you wish.”

I stood by the bed with the leash in entwined between my fingers.

Richard rested his hand on my shoulder and stood out of the bed, stretching. “God – I’m sore.”

I saw his chest peek out from the opening in his gown. He was still rippled with muscle despite the months in the hospital.

He stepped forward and stumbled. I quickly caught him.

“Thank you,” he said as he took a few more steps and headed outside.

 

We walked up to the front of the car. The same car we drove in on. The glass was still shattered from the fight.

I peeked inside. Nothing had changed… except one thing.

“Richard, I taught myself how to drive while you were asleep. I hope you don’t mind.”

He laughed, “Good! I’m glad you did, because there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to drive in this condition.”

I sat in the seat behind the wheel and started the car.

Richard sat next to me with his hand rested on my leg. His other hand held my leash. My heart pounded at the mere thought of him commanding me again.

“Where to?”

It felt like a dream. A dream where everything could perfect again. Richard and I were together, I guess that’s all that really mattered.

“Let’s continue on our route up through Canada. From what I remember, we are nearly through the mountains.”

I felt my lips curl into a faint smile. My heart was warm that Richard was back, despite the pain he was still in.

The engine roared to life as I turned the key. Adrenaline rushed through my body as I slowly made my way towards the highway.

Richard laid his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. It was at that moment I felt my heart beat rapidly. Not often was Richard willing to hand control over to me. Perhaps things would be different from here on out… perhaps not.

I stayed on the highway and continued driving for what seemed like hours.

Richard’s light snoring kept my mind off the road and towards the future. But what future was that? Would he still command me like he did in the past?

Tonight. I will find out tonight. He must want to have me. It’s been so long.

I snapped out of my thoughts at the sight of red and blue blinking lights as we turned around the mountain.

 

“Richard… Richard! Wake up!” I said urgently as I nudged him with my elbow.

The car slowed as I watched a long line of cars come into focus. They were lined up before the men in the cars. It appeared as if the men were searching the cars for something.

Richard awoke from his slumber and rubbed his eyes, “What?”

“Look ahead. What do I do?” I questioned as the car slowed to a stop behind the line of other cars.

“Shit… Shit shit shit. Fuck. Those are fucking police. We can’t let them know who I am.”

I nodded.

“Joanne. Listen to me very closely. You must lie to them. Tell them I am your father and you are my daughter, alright?”

My heart felt like it was about to burst from my chest. “Yes. I can do that.”

“Good. Now if they ask about our business, tell them we are driving to Canada to meet your mother.”

I nodded as I watched the line of cars grow shorter and shorter. We were next.

The car in front of us pulled away.

Three men in blue uniforms walked up and looked in the car.

“License and registration,” he said bluntly as he looked at a piece of paper in his hand.

I glanced over at Richard. My mind raced. What was a license and registration?

Richard leaned in and looked up at the man. “Forgive me officer, but she’s just learning to drive. I figured up here in the mountains would be the perfect place. Not too many cars up here y’know?”

The man leaned in and looked around the inside of the car. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you.”

Richard smiled at the man, “What’s all this about anyways?”

The man held out a picture. It was of Richard, but without all the hair on his face and dressed in a suit.

I my mind thought back to the days of when he would come home from work and sit on the bottom stair into the basement. He watched me sleep, but little did he know, I wasn’t sleeping. I laid there in the dark watching him curse and pace.

Snapping out of my dream I realized the men had walked away from the car.

“Go. Let’s get the hell out of here,” Richard snapped as I watched his hands tremble.

It wasn’t like him to be afraid. He was my rock. My Master.

“Joanne. Fuck, let’s go. Jesus Christ.”

I glanced at the men and pulled the car forward. Their eyes stayed on me.

As we moved past the men, I heard one of them yell. “Shit – that’s them! Look, the license plate matches!”

My heart raced as Richard looked over directly into my eyes. “You need to go fast. Right now. GO!”

The car lurched forward and raced around the mountain away from the men. I had never gone so fast.

“Where do we go?” I whispered as the car shook violently.

“Shit. They are coming, I just know it.”

As we sped around the bend in the road my eyes noticed a small gap in the rocks. Just big enough for the car.

“Richard? Can we go there?”

“Do it!”

Everything happened so fast.

We drove through the gap and around the corner.

Richard reached over and turned off the car.

“Now we wait.”

I nodded.

“Keep your fingers crossed.”

I nodded again.

 

 

Chapter Three: Alive

 

It’s been two days since we were in the car.

After the police sped by the gap, they never found us. We waited a day then continued on.

 

“Richard?” I whispered as I nudged him with my hand.

He awoke, looking over at me. “Yes?”

“Are we stopping soon?”

My arms, legs and every part of my body was sore and exhausted. Everything felt like just I had just finished a long session with Richard.

“Let’s stop there,”—he pointed at a dimly lit sign just ahead.

The Little Lost Inn

I stopped the car just out front as Richard hopped out. “I’ll get us a room and food. Just wait here.”

My eyes slowly closed as I waited. Before I knew it, everything was dark.

 

I awoke. Something was tugging at my neck.

My hands jerked toward the restraint. It was the collar.

“Slave. Wake up.”

The collar pulled again. This time was more urgent.

Fire spread across my backside as heard the snap of a whip. The pain brought the world into focus. I was alive.

“You have done well these past few days.”

My eyes couldn’t make out the figure. Everything was dark besides the very faint outline of a man in the room.

“Thank you Master.”

Fire returned across my bare behind.

“I did not give you permission to speak. You will only speak when I tell you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

The words were all too familiar… and I loved it.

“Tomorrow we will be in Canada, and a week after that, Alaska. You will drive, and when you are too tired, I will take over.”

Each step from his boots echoed through the room. It reminded me of the cellar. Warm tingling crept up my fingers and through my body at the remembrance of that life. Everything was the same, yet different at the same. Not better, not worse, just different.

“Tonight you will follow my every order and give me your body for my pleasure. Do this and I shall return myself to you. I am your Master, and you are my Slave.”

Did this warrant a reply? No. It was a statement.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” I spoke without hesitation. It was just as I had said so many times before.

My heart fluttered and grew cold and dark at the same time. It had been so long since a command was given from Master.

I closed my eyes and focused on his words. His voice brought light into the darkness. He was my light, my guide… my Master.

“Bend over,” he said firmly.

I obeyed.

My hands wrapped around the blankets on the bed.

Everything was so quiet. It was just like the cellar. No sounds from the highway, hospital or clubs. It was completely silent.

I felt my panties slide down to my knees, then pressure. Pressure inside my anus. It wasn’t him.

“Master?” I whispered.

Had I gotten used to the change in lifestyle so quickly? How was it even possible that all it took were a few mere months to think that I could speak out of turn?

“What did I say before?”—His hand flew across my backside, — “Do NOT speak without my consent!”

I had fallen into a mindset where I felt I could speak whenever I liked. It felt like our lifestyle was falling apart. Was this how it all ended?

“Forgive me Master.”

My words broke through the silence as I felt the pressure go deeper into my anus.

Anal beads.

It had been quite some time since he used them last.

Pressure again.

Each time they went deeper inside.

1…2…3… now 4 were within me.

“Slave. I am enjoying this. You will too.”

His words were a statement. I enjoyed it regardless whether he told me I had to or not, but dare I say that?

“Yes, Master.”

I chose not to. Best to keep things the way they should be.

“Good.”

His legs pressed against mine as I felt him kneel behind me and press his member between my legs and into my opening.

Warmth.

He was inside me.

It had been too long. I needed him to want me, to have me, to be within me. I needed Master.

His hands crept across my back and cupped my breasts ever so gently.

Is this what he wanted? A soft and gentle session?

My body was firm – solid. I dared not move without his command.

He pressed deeper, expanding my walls as his grunts echoed off the walls in the small room.

“Slave.”

“Yes, Master?”

It took my entire concentration to reply to him. I could feel sweat dripping down my face. It felt too good to have him inside me.

I never wanted the feeling to end.

Light filled the room as I watched headlights from a car just outside the window pass.

I glanced over my shoulder to see his face.

He had his leather mask on.

Clean, black, shiny leather with small silver spikes around his neck. His chest was rough, muscular and still as hairy as ever. I could see the small white patch where the doctors had done their surgery just a few days before.

Master. My Master.

He slid deeper inside me, then pulled out. Over and over again. Deeper and rougher with each thrust.

My body jerked forward on the bed as he tightened his grasp on my sides. I could feel my breath quickening.

“You may cum when you are ready.”

His words brought joy. My body was always ready for that.

Master pressed into me again, his fingers sliding around my nipples and pinching… twisting and pulling at me.

Pain shot through my chest and down through my pussy as he fucked me harder. “Cum for me. Do it – do it now. I want to feel you tighten around my cock.”

His hand laid onto my ass with a loud smack.

As much as it hurt, I knew I needed it. I couldn’t get off without it, and he knew it too. He needed it.

My opening tightened as I felt him increase his movements. I was ready.

Pain, pleasure and everything in between exploded within me.

Little black stars swam through my vision as violent shockwaves shot through every part of my body. I couldn’t help but shake as my pussy tightened and came for Master.

“Good Slave.”

His words heightened my orgasm, taking it to an entirely new level of pleasure.

Master’s hands slid down my arms as he held himself within me.

Grabbing my hands firmly, he pulled them behind my back and fucked me harder.

I could feel everything. The pain. The pleasure. The sheer emotions carried within my body for him. It was overwhelming.

My face dug into the bed as my mouth opened without permission. Screams of passion filled the room as my body shook for him.

His thick cock within me tightened.

“Fuck me hard.”

Master’s words brought me back into reality.

My body thrusted back onto his cock. On and off again I went. Deeper and faster with each motion. I needed to feel him within me.

His member went rigid.

It was time.

Tightening, I felt him pump his thick cream within me. Milky white hot cum shot inside, over and over.

My body didn’t stop as I felt his grip tighten on my hands.

“Yes. Fuck yes. Jesus fuck, don’t stop.”

I didn’t.

Every part of my existence was to serve him, and him alone. His words were what I lived for, what I would die for. As long as I was still breathing, he was my Master, and I was his slave.

 

 

Chapter Four: Life in Death

 

Light poured through the window into the small hotel room.

I glanced around. Richard was gone.

The bed was still a mess from the night before. Where had he gone?

“Richard?” I called out, into the small room.

Nothing. He wasn’t here.

I crawled out of bed and slid on my clothing.

Looking outside the window, I noticed the car was gone.

The TV at the end of the bed was on. It was the news. “…Richard, still at large, murderer…” scrolled along the bottom of the screen.

I turned it off just as the door opened.

“Richard!” I exclaimed as I stood up.

“Good morning. I brought breakfast.”

We sat on the bed and engorged in pancakes, eggs, toast and bacon as my mind wandered about what lie in store for us for the future.

“I suppose we continue driving today?” I spoke as I finished off my meal.

Richard nodded, “Yes, but first we have one stop to make. I saw an interesting little store just up the road. You would enjoy it.”

I couldn’t lie, I was getting tired of the whole wake up and drive routine.

“Sounds good!”

 

We pulled up in front of a small building. “XXX, ADULT, 21+”

“This is it?”

Richard smiled, “Yep – let’s go check it out.”

I stepped out of the car and handed Richard my leash. The leather was worn grey and frayed on the edges. It had been through the ringer, that’s for sure.

Inside was like nothing I had ever seen before. Honestly, I hadn’t been in too many stores throughout my life, so anything would be new I suppose.

Rows of shelves held DVDs of women and men fucking, other shelves held various toys, dildos and may things I wouldn’t know the first thing about.

“Let me know if there’s anything that catches your eye, or something new you would like to try.”

I walked over to the isle with the toys I was more familiar with. Leather. Whips. Masks. Restraints. I felt like I was in paradise. Perhaps Richard would find something new that pleases him, and myself as well.

“Mummification Bondage Tape Pack”

“Richard, look at this.”

Richard turned and looked at the small box. “Interesting. So I tape you up, so that you are unable to move, and I can have my way with you… I like it.”

I picked up the package.

Richard laughed, “I found something else as well. A penis extender. See? I put this over my cock, and it’s even larger. Look – it even vibrates.”

Chills ran down my spine. It was huge.

“Perhaps it’s too big?”

I regretted the words as they left my mouth. It wasn’t too big. It would hurt, but god… the pleasure.

“You will take it, and you will like it,” he replied.

His voice was firm and commanding.

“Yes, Master.” I said back.

 

We drove throughout the rest of the day. Richard smiled and watched the mountains fly by. I did the same. It felt like things were returning to how things should be, but I still felt like our lifestyle, and perhaps even our relationship, was starting to become stale. Did he feel this way too?

 

“Canada. Finally – we are here.”

His words brought me out of my daze as he pointed towards a large city in the distance. “There’s Vancouver. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Part of me wished we were still in the cellar. I was the pet and he was the mysterious Master. I was used by him as he felt the need and kept in a place of safety and comfort. Here… there’s people, violence and danger around every corner. But… Richard, he’s dangerous too. He did kill his wife. For me.

A chill went up my spine.

Was that love? Was his love so strong for me that he was willing to kill? What if I wasn’t here? Would he still have done it?

Questions filled my mind as we continued to drive. Endless halls with dead ends. Dead. Death. Decay. Was there any end to the madness surrounding Richard and I? Would there ever be an end to running?

I felt a tear run down my cheek.

“Joanne?”

Richard brought me out of my haze. He had a habit of doing that.

“Yes?” I replied.

“You’re crying.”

“There’s just a lot going on right now. A lot that I don’t understand.”

Richard nodded as he looked out the window.

His hand tightened around the leash.

The leash.

It kept me bound to reality. It was my lifeline to Master. Without him holding and guiding me, I would have already ended the pain.

Pain was life, and life was pain. Without one, there couldn’t be the other. But if there was life without pain… would I even want it?

I had gotten so used to the pain that even when I was waiting for Richard when he was in his coma, I felt it. I had come to expect pain, whether physical or mental, to be there.

“Joanne?”

His words came again.

“Yes?”

“Are you alright? What’s going through your head?”

My mouth felt tight, unable to speak. Panic surged through my body as I thought of everything from the cellar, the murder, the police, the shooting, the coma… everything. Everything rushed through my mind all at once.

I was overwhelmed.

“I – I don’t know. I’m scared Richard,” I stuttered as I pulled the car off to the side of the road.

His hand wrapped around mine. He was warm.

“What are you scared of?”

I looked over and met his eyes with mine. “That’s the thing. I don’t know. Everything is just… so much right now. I don’t know what to think, about anything, anymore.”

He pursed his lips and let out a deep sigh.

“It is a lot. Truth be told, it’s mainly because of me. We’ve now set upon a path that will lead us to our freedom, or perhaps to our demise. Our life has been turned upside down, and I honestly don’t know how it will all end.”

I felt the tears come again as my body shook. “Richard, you have to be my rock. You have to be Master, all the time. I can’t life this life without you being my guide. I need you to be there.”

Was it Master that I needed, or was it Richard? They were both the same person, yet different.

His hand wrapped around the leash until his knuckles were white. I could see the anger within him. What was the origin of such atrocity?

“Master?”

My voice was dull – dead, and without passion. It was flat, and urgent.

“Joanne. My pet… my slave. You are mine, and you will do as told.”

His voice was the same tone as mine. He was Master.

“Drive.”

“Yes, Master.”

With him in control I felt as if the world was on its knees before me. I felt like I was being not only led, but controlled. My actions were not my own, they were his. As long as I obeyed his every command, I would be without sin. I could not be wrong.

As Master commanded me throughout the day, I did exactly as he ordered. I felt the panic dissipate. Even though the questions lie unanswered, they left my mind. They didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but Master.

 

This was the fourth publication of the Staying Alive series.

Dark Domination: Ravaged by the Billionaire

Dark Domination

Ravaged by the Billionaire

 

Part One

 

Jessie

Dame

 

NOTE TO READERS

 

His Secret is a new erotic romance story with explicit themes. Intended for mature audiences.

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

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Copyright © 2014 Jessie Dame

Cover image used under license from www.shutterstock.com

 

 

 

SUMMARY

 

“Only a special kind of mind can truly understand the need to be painfully dominated to the point of complete orgasmic pleasure.”

 

Jessie finds herself in the aggressive clutches of David Monroe of DM Industries. His dark desires for her body have finally come to fruition as Jessie’s mind and soul are taken to a new level of pain, lust, and intense discipline when she is stolen away to his estate.

 

Monroe’s lustful actions training Jessie to be his perfect little toy bring her to the brink of her sanity as she is tested over and over by his commanding presence.

 

Jessie and Monroe find themselves in a swirl of deceit, lust, and emotion as they embark on a sexually charged journey that will change their view on intimacy for the rest of their lives.

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

“Jess! We are heading out. Happy Birthday!”

“Thank you for everything! The party was amazing.”

I heard the front door squeak shut as I turned towards the stairs up to my room.

Taking two steps at a time, I was eager to have a very well deserved relaxing evening before entering another long hard work week. Mondays. Ugh.

Whistling a tune I heard on the radio earlier that day, I ran the water in the Jacuzzi. Hot. Just how I like it.

My bath was the one thing I looked forward to every day. It was the one thing I had in my life that I splurged on. A used $400 Jacuzzi I picked up at a yard sale. One can’t beat the feeling of finding a good deal… unless it’s a Jacuzzi.

Quickly picking up my little vibe from my bedside table, I clicked it on just to be sure it was still alive. The room filled with a buzz.

I smiled and slipped off my birthday outfit. A light red cardigan with my worn tight jeans. There’s nothing like a good pair of jeans.

Sliding into the Jacuzzi, I felt the water rise up past my hips and to my neck. Perfect.

A light fragrance of flowers wafted in through the window as I laid there and clicked on my friend. I named him Monroe – after David Monroe of course.

He certainly was attractive. Even the news reporters swooned over him when they took his interview last week for his latest achievement. Something to do with trading stocks. He made millions upon millions in a matter of weeks.

His bitch wife was all over the news as well, always talking about his bad habits before he had money. If I was ever that rich, and she was somehow my wife, I would certainly put her in her place.

I clicked on my vibe and slid it up my slit as I picked up a magazine by the side of the tub. There he was, right there on the cover. “David Monroe, richest man in the northwest has a dark secret.”

A dark secret, huh?

Flipping through, I read on, “Billionaire by day, swinger by night.”

Interesting. Who would have thought Monroe would be involved in that kind of stuff?

I flipped to the next page where I found a large picture of him. He stood there in front of a large crowd of people, his several thousand dollar suit partially open and his hands on his hips. Smiling of course.

My mind wandered.

Monroe pressed his firm body against mine, pulled my head back by my hair. Kissing down my throat and twirling my hard nipples in his mouth. “I want you,” he said firmly, “I want only you.”

Turning Monroe up a notch and slowly sliding him inside me, I returned his words, “I’m yours.”

My back arced as I felt him slide deeper inside as I ran my fingers over his picture. “God… what I would let you do to me,” I said out loud as I heard a knock at the door downstairs.

Damnit.

Running Monroe up over my button one last time, I clicked him off.

Wrapping a towel around my body and putting my hair in a bun, I ran to the bedroom and slipped on a comfortable loose dress and panties. I ran down the stairs towards the door. Nobody should be coming over at this hour. It was well after seven already.

I peeked through the peephole. Four men in suits with a limousine behind them. Being a tailor, I knew a suit when I saw one. These suits were expensive. If I saved my paychecks for a month, I still probably couldn’t even pay for the tax on one of those.

Must be important.

The door opened as I turned the knob. “Hello?”

“There is someone that would like to… speak with you,” the man on the left spoke firmly. As if it made a difference. They all looked like bodyguards. Large, beefy and well paid bodyguards.

Their hands wrapped around my arms and walked me towards the limo.

Now I can honestly say I’ve never done anything illegal in my entire life. I was the good girl. I am the good girl.

The ride was short. Maybe ten minutes. Not a word was spoken nor a glance given to me. It was comfortable though. My mind ran wild the whole time. Who? Why? Was this some sort of extravagant kidnapping?

We arrived.

A large mansion surrounded by a high steel gate. The guard at the gate nodded to the suited men inside the car as it opened.

Large manicured gardens displayed in the front yard. One large fountain in the center with paved blacktop circling it. Several cars were pulled up in front of the mansion. Each was well worth more than I have ever made in my entire life, even if I added up every dime.

I sat there, waiting, as the suited men stood up and walked over to my door.

“Let’s go. He wants you.”

“Who wants me?”

Not a single word was muttered in reply. I was left to my fate, whatever that might be.

The large double door opened at the top of the stairs.

Two more guards stepped out as I made my way up the stairs. Glancing behind me, I suddenly realized where I was. The large M on the gate. The gold M on the center of each of the doors.

Monroe.

 

Chapter Two

 

I stepped inside the lavish mansion. Everything appeared to be accented with black or gold. Whomever has this kind of money, apparently had almost too much. Almost.

Footsteps echoed off the walls as I stood there taking in the sights. My eyes followed the red carpet up the stairs. There he was at the top. Monroe.

He nodded to the guards behind me and walked down the hall out of my sight.

“Let’s go,” the guard said firmly as he placed his hand on my back and led me deeper into the mansion.

Moans of pleasure seeped through the walls as we turned the corner. Apparently someone was having a good time. Was it Monroe with another woman other than his wife? After all, he was a swinger.

We turned around another corner. A man stood in front of a large wooden door. He nodded to the guard behind me and grasped the handle.

Inside was darkness. I could barely keep my hands from trembling as I held onto the rail and descended deeper.

My eyes adjusted as I look forward to the center of the room. A chair with red linen and gold handles. Hung on the side was a small piece of ribbon, and the other, a black tie.

Perhaps I was there for questioning. Perhaps not. Either way, I was stuck.

He sat me down in the chair, loosely wrapping my hands behind my back with the ribbon and slipping the tie around my eyes.

“Wait.”

The one word echoed in my mind as I heard his footsteps disappear into the darkness.

I sat there for what seemed like eternity as echoes of ecstasy filled my ears.

Alright. Enough of this. I’m leaving.

Footsteps down the wooden stairs.

I called out, “Hello?”

No reply.

The footsteps stopped in front of me. I could easily get out of the bindings, but did I really want to? I guess the real question is, do I want to go back to my mostly average life or float on this adrenaline high?

“I’ve been watching you,” the person says. Obviously a man. He sounded familiar, like someone I once knew.

My mind already knew who was there. No doubt. But everything else told me it wasn’t. It had to be some sort of fantasy or dream.

“Who are you?”

I felt his breath against the back of my neck as his hands rested on my shoulders. “You know who I am, but do you know what I want?”

A chill ran up my spine as my mind raced with the possibilities. What could a man with millions in the bank possibly want with me?

The footsteps circled back around in front of me. “Jessie…”

“You once knew me as Dave. We went to the same high school oh so many years ago. I remember asking you out to the school dance. You turned me down.”

I did remember him asking me to the dance. He always had a thing for me, but at the time I was so focused on my schoolwork I hadn’t noticed.

Nodding, I opened my mouth to speak but a single finger hushed me.

“All the women in the world can’t even compare to you. I’ve never forgotten your smile. I find myself unable to resist and so I come to you again…”

His words trailed off as I felt his hands run down my legs.

“…I need something from you.”

He needs something from me? What could I possibly have that he could want, much less need?

“Anything,” I replied without hesitation.

“I need you to dance with me.”

“Dance? I don’t understand.”

His hands slid up between my legs, ever so slightly underneath my dress.

“A dance of pleasure, pain, lust and love,” he murmured.

I nodded, finally understanding what he wanted. No… needed.

Speaking softly into the darkness I replied, “Why me?”

“You captivate me. I can’t tell you why, but I know without a shadow of doubt you are the one. You are the single person that blends the line between love and lust. I need to experience desire on an untamed level with you.”

I nodded again, unable to speak. My breath was taken away by this billionaire playboy. I guess even the rich men have depth.  For him to need me in such an animalistic way was beyond my imagination. What harm could one night be? I had nobody to go home to.

 

Chapter Three

 

My breath quickens as his hands run up my thigh. For the first time, he touches my skin. I feel his warm breath against my chest as my imagination runs wild with animalistic thoughts of sexual desire.

There’s a blindfold over my eyes and a loose ribbon around my hands. He knows I won’t run but whether or not I know the same is a different story.

You see, earlier today I was taken by this man. I’ve seen him in magazines. He’s the guy driving the Porsche, the Lamborghini, the “my entire salary for 10 years” car. He’s the guy with all the women flocking around him day and night. He’s… a billionaire playboy so to speak. Everyone in the city knows who he is.

David Monroe.

The name resonated through my mind as his soft hands slid up my skirt and pulled at the sides of my panties.

His soft hands. I’m sure they’ve never worked any sort of manual labor a day in their entire life.

Peeking from under the blindfold, I could see him kneeling in front of me. His lips were pursed into a kiss as he ran his mouth up my leg. Not kissing me, but just ever so above my skin. Enough to tease and tempt.

The room is dark, but light enough to make out his clean shaven face. He’s so close I could smell his aftershave wafting around me, mixing with the sensual energy within the room and enveloping my body.

Closing my eyes and focusing upon his touch, I feel him release me from my heavenly prison as the ribbon around my hands fell to the floor.

My hands dared not move. Was this just another one of his tests? Am I to run only to have one of his many bodyguards catch me? No…

“Jessie…” he whispers ever so softly.

His hands pull my panties – down and off.

Bare and exposed I sit. Waiting.

Fingers make their way up my dress and curl around my nipples. Twisting and pulling I feel every bit of the pain… and pleasure. The want and need to have him returned, exploding like a thousand fireworks within me. No.

His tongue curled around my earlobe ever so softly as he breathed. Warm breath turned to shivers of desire as he ran his mouth to mine. I was possessed by desire.

He knew I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to.

I was his and his alone.

Dare he continue this tortuous lustful affair?

One finger on each knee, I felt myself spread for him.

 

My legs opened. Only one finger on each leg. Was that all it took? A rich man, a dark basement and a sob story?

His cologne was enough to drive my senses wild. Deep guttural groans escaped his mouth, much like an animal during mating season. He wanted what I had. But did he have something I wanted? What could a middle class woman in her late twenties want from a rich man other than money? I certainly wasn’t a gold digger.

My thoughts were interrupted by loud footsteps coming down the stairs. “David! This is the last time I’m going to tell you. Get your ass up here right now!”

It was his bitch wife. I’ve seen her on the television. I could tell her squawking from anywhere. The media always made her out to be this crazy woman, but for some reason he still stayed with her. It was probably her looks. The boob job, the blonde hair, the… well, bimbo sort of attitude. I was the opposite, or at least I thought I was.

Monroe sighed and replied sarcastically, “That’s my wife.”

“I understand …” I trailed softly into the darkness, “but why bring me here only to leave?”

The sound of his footsteps faded as he walked towards the stairs. I could hear the hesitation in his feet and the deep breathing of his want to stay. Perhaps it was best he leave. Perhaps.

Quiet.

The darkness enveloped me as I sat there, waiting. What I was waiting for was as confusing as the reason I was brought here to this mansion.

Would he return to finish the job?

Minutes ticked by, then hours – or what seemed like hours anyways.

Reaching up, I took off the blindfold and looked around.

Light escaped a crack in the door up the wooden stairs to my right. A door to my left leading to places unknown. Cool air breathing down on my body from a small window high on the wall.

Words broke through the silence like a knife through butter, “Jessie right?”

I looked up the stairs. A guard.

“Yes… that’s me.”

“Come; let’s get you to bed. You need to be ready for tomorrow.”

Tomorrow? I certainly wasn’t aware of anything going on tomorrow… other than work. Boring, drab, middle-life crisis kind of work. Fuck it.

“Ok,” was all I was able to muster up as I stood from the chair and headed up the stairs.

The mansion was quiet as he led me up the winding staircase to the second floor.

“Here we are. This room is yours,” he said quietly as he opened a door in front of us, “now don’t you go poking around. Stay here. I’ll have someone to your room in the morning to help you get dressed.”

I nodded as he turned on the light. My breath was taken away by the sight before me. A large canopy bed with four large pillars reaching up towards the ceiling, extravagant paintings lining the walls, and what appeared to be a large Jacuzzi in the connecting bathroom. Jesus.

“If you need anything, just press this button,” – he pointed to the intercom on the wall, – “I’ll come running.”

I forced a smile. Anything in this room would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and certainly worth more than everything I’ve purchased over my entire life.

The door closed behind me as I stood there, my mouth agape and my eyes staring at a long table at the end of the bed. On it was an assortment of chocolate buttercreams, truffles, ballotines, strawberries, biscuits, and a small wrapped box. The box was the size of my palm with a small pink bow and mini rose on top.

Walking over, I picked up the box. It had my name on it, “To Jess – From Monroe.”

My heart skipped a beat as my skin flushed with warmth. I didn’t need a mirror to know there was a smile on my face.

I sat on the side of the bed and pulled the wrapping off.

Inside was a small black box. One of those little ring boxes a person would purchase at a diamond store.

My hands shook. No way this guy was going to give me diamonds, or worse… propose? No. He was happily married. Maybe minus the happy part. Maybe.

Lifting the little top of the box revealed a dainty necklace adorned with pearls and accented with diamonds. I could have sworn I stopped breathing for at least a minute.

What I was holding within my hands was certainly worth more than my entire… everything.

I flipped the little black box over out of curiosity. The price sticker was still on the bottom. At that point my breath did stop. Just under a half million.

My hands grew clammy as I stood up and started pacing, my mind running like a marathon sprinter. A half million dollar necklace and he just met me? Is this guy insane or trying to buy me? He certainly didn’t need to spend that kind of money.

For the first time in my life, I felt I was worth something.

 

Chapter Four

 

I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and a knock on the door.

“Good morning,” a chipper voice says from beyond the door to my room. It opens.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I look over. An elderly woman stood there dressed in what appeared to be a maid’s outfit. Cute. Monroe even has maids.

“Good morning to you too,” I exclaim with a smile as she walks over to the bathroom and starts running a bath.

“Monroe welcomes to you breakfast in the dining area after you get cleaned up. I’ve brought some clothes I think you’ll enjoy. It’s not often he lets his women stay overnight, much less have breakfast with him you know.”

I smiled and walked into the bathroom then slipped into the warm bath. “How many women does he have over?”

She returned the smile, “Well, come to think of it. Not many. You would be surprised with him being so rich and all.”

I began washing myself as she kept talking, “I’ve been in his service for a few months now and honestly I can only remember him bringing home two women. Oddly enough, they both looked very similar to you.”

While rinsing myself off, I replied, “That is odd. Does he have some sort of fetish for women who… look like me?”

The maid sat down on the toilet next to me and leaned over close. Awkwardly close and whispered, “You know. He’s looking for this girl he met back in high school. I guess he never really got over her. It’s the weirdest thing really.”

I stood up from the tub and began drying off. Even the towels were extravagant and lined with gold. Go figure.

“Do you know her name?” I said quietly in response.

The maid glanced at the door and looked back at me. “I’ve overheard him talking to his wife about it, and he’s looking for a girl named Jessie. I know your name is Jessie, but come on. Monroe has been looking for her for years and hasn’t found her. At this point, I think the whole thing is made up and the money is making him lose his mind. Did you go happen to go to the same high school or something?”

I nodded.

“I did. I actually blew him off when he asked me to the school dance. He was one of those guys who didn’t really care much about his schooling and showed off in front of the girls. Not really my type,”—I reached out my hand, — “I’m Jessie, obviously, what’s your name? I didn’t catch it.”

My hand was left hanging in the air as she replied, “Emily. I’m Monroe’s mother in law.”

Emily stood and turned walked out of the bathroom. She seemed to have the same air about her as Monroe’s bitch wife.

Fuck. I bet she was digging for information. If she feels I’m a threat to his wife… then I’m a threat to her and her perfect little life. God damnit.

Picking up the dress Emily brought in, I quickly realized it didn’t fit. At all.

That bitch! She even took my dress from last night. I have nothing to wear. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I walked over to the intercom and pressed the button as I as wrapped myself up in the towel.

“Hello?”

The intercom crackled for a moment then responded, “Yes Jessie?”

“I could use something to wear. Something… cute.”

As if a guy could understand any of that. I’m sure I was speaking Spanish to him.

“Look inside the wardrobe. I believe it is already set up for you.”

Stunned, I replied, “…alright. Thanks!”

Inside the walk-in closet was packed full of clothing. Every dress color, length and style I could possibly imagine. Shoes too.

Picking out a cute outfit was easy. Everything went perfect with the necklace.

Alright. Breakfast.

I took a deep breath and walked into the hall.

 

Chapter Five

 

Monroe sat at the end of the table with his wife to his right and his mother in law to his left. He wore a full black suit with a gold watch. His white collared shirt underneath was pressed and without wrinkle. I couldn’t imagine the amount of time it must have taken him to get ready this morning. Normally I was the same way… but if bitch mother in law wasn’t there jabbering all morning I could have done the same.

I was on the opposite end. The table was blanketed with a white cloth accented with a gold inlaid cross pattern. Atop was stacked with pancakes, fruits and rolls. Beautiful.

The wife. The bitch. She sat there picking at her food, nibbling here and there while complaining about something under her breath the entire time. Barely audible. Not that I wanted to listen to her anyways.

Monroe’s eyes never left mine as we ate in silence. The birds chirping said more than anyone at that table did until every plate was clean.

“I’m out for the evening. Today is the salon,” Monroe’s wife said bluntly as she stood and stared at my necklace.

Monroe replied, “Have fun Lacey. See you tonight.”

His response was flat and obviously forced. There was definitely something going on between them.

Emily scowled at me as she spoke up, “And what are your plans Jessie? Are you off to pick up your kids from school or are you… staying here?”

Every nerve in my body twitched as she mentioned kids. “I don’t have kids, but to answer your question, I’m not sure. I don’t really have plans. I suppose I should get to work.”

Monroe sat there without expression. He sure did have one hell of a poker face.

“Do what you like. I’m leaving for the day as well. Monroe will show you out.”

I nodded as I watched Monroe push his plate towards the center of the table then nod to the waiter.

Emily stood and looked at me with the same scowl as before then walked behind me and muttered, “Bitch…”

I turned and looked back at her, but she was already at the door. She turned and smirked then alked out.

Monroe spoke up, “I’m sorry about that. She really isn’t the nicest person you’ll ever meet.”

Smiling, I replied, “No worries. I’ve never had to deal with in-laws so I’m not really sure how to handle someone like that. Go you for being so understanding.”

The plates were cleared from the table as we continued talking.

“Come here,” he said firmly as he pulled his wife’s chair away from the table and tapped on it.

I sat next to him.

His wife would surely flip a shit if she knew what was going on… or would she? He is a swinger and surely she follows the media as well.

“Jess, I have a story to tell you.”

Smiling, I nodded.

“There was once a boy who fell in love with a girl. Her smile, her hair, and even the way she carried herself made him want her even more. Their lives were different. He loved attention and she loved to work. He said hi, she turned away. She never noticed all the little things he did for her. As the girl grew up, she found things were paid for without her knowledge. She always thought she won contests. The cars, the home, the job…”

Suddenly it all clicked. He’s always been there for me. From the first time we met, he’s taken care of me. Buy why marry another?

I cut him off, “Why did you get married?”

His eyes grew solemn for a moment. “My father, he passed the company down to me and with his dying words he told me to marry Lacey. Lacey is the daughter of his best friend who co-owned the business with him. I guess he wanted the money to always stay within the two families.”

“Do you love her?”

Monroe looked out the window at the men mowing the massive lawn, “I did… or at least I thought I did at one point.”

“You have everything you could possibly want. Why not leave her and find another that you do love?”

He looked back at me with a bit of smile, “Perhaps I will once I find the right one. We’ll see. The mother currently has a stake in the business and has taken over much of the finances. If I were to leave Lacey right now or simply cause a divorce, I’m sure I would be left with little to nothing. It’s a tricky situation.”

Monroe continued, “I’ll put it all out on the table. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’ve always loved you. I’ve always been there for you.”

My heart skipped a beat as he spoke, “But right now, I simply can’t. I had to see you again though. You are the one thing I desire… yet can’t have.”

His hand slid over my knee and up my dress as we sat there in silence contemplating the situation at hand. Slowly and ever so lightly I felt him pull my panties to the side and flit around my slit. I was wet for him, oh so wet for him.

If there was ever a time in my life where I wanted pure carnal ravaging sex, now was that time. God, now was that time.

I slid back in my chair, gripping the sides tightly until my knuckles were white. Why does he torture me so?

“Take me,” I said under my breath as we sat there in silence with his fingers twirling around the outer edges of my pussy.

Monroe stood up and nodded. “You are mine. You’ve always been mine, and you always will be.”

His words came from such a sensual place, but somehow brought a chill up my spine. It’s almost as if he talked about me as an object. An object to be wanted, used and desired. Wasn’t I worth more than that?

I felt Monroe’s hand slide around mine with only my wetness between us.

“You are mine,” he spoke again as he walked towards the door with me in tow.

 

Chapter Six

 

Monroe’s took off his gold watch and set it on the side table. He quickly unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves as if he was getting ready to do manual labor. I knew he wasn’t – but in a way, he was.

The massive bed in the center of the room was like a vortex sucking us in. There was no way to escape the darkness before us.

I laid on my back on the bed as I watched him. His hands moved ever so gracefully such as the king or sultan of a kingdom… and I was in his bed. I was the one he needed.

Monroe looked at me and spoke softly, “Jess – Close your eyes. Imagine yourself in a place far away where we can be together.”

My heart skipped a beat. He called me Jess. Only my close friends called me Jess, and within only a couple days Monroe was much more than that.

I let my mind drift as he pulled my hands apart and tied them to each of the bed poles. He did the same to each of my legs. One at time, gently, yet firmly, he put them exactly where and how he wanted them. I was his, yet he was not mine.

My eyes opened just a bit as I watched him pull out his thick cock. His free hand ever so gently ran down my dress over my breasts. Fingers twirled around my nipples, pinching and pulling as he stroked himself hard.

“No words,” he said.

I nodded as he clicked off the light. A single beam of light lit the bed from the window. The rest was darkness. Everything was in shades of grey as he unbuttoned his jacket and neatly folded it over the chair. His pressed white shirt came next, which exposed his perfectly toned, athletic chest underneath. I could already feel myself wet for him as he walked over to the bed with his dick hanging out of his pants.

Opening my mouth to speak sweet nothings, I remembered his words.

He saw what I almost did and gave me a taunting look with a smile. Picking up his tie off of the white shirt, he wrapped it around my head and tied it within my mouth.

Nodding to himself, I felt his mouth begin at my toes. Each one was ever so lightly kissed and pulled at with his mouth. I wanted him. I needed him.

I could feel my walls constricting with each kiss as he neared the edge of my dress. His head went under as he proceeded to find my spot. My panties slid to the side as I gripped the ropes that bound me to the bed. I could feel myself entering into the dark world he had created for me.

Monroe found my button with his tongue. Pleasure crept up with such deliberate force, much like a glacier moving slowly through the ocean. Nothing could stop him. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

His tongue slid inside, bringing a world of such intense pleasure with it. My hands, gripping tighter, felt the pull and burn of the rope around my wrists. God what I wouldn’t do to be able to grab his head and push him deeper between my legs.

I felt his hard cock against my leg as he slid up and down licking me. Sensations of lust and love filled my fingertips and exploded like fireworks down my arms and into my chest. My heart wouldn’t slow down. Adrenaline pumping, I pulled at the bindings with every motion he made with his tongue. He knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it.

His finger slid inside, one… followed by another. He played his game, taunting me into his lustful affair as he curled the tip just inside.

My mouth opened to scream as the pain and pleasure mixed into a swirling dark pot of emotion as he grabbed my breast with one hand and pulled my clit into his mouth. His tongue twitched and flicked in circles, pulling and nibbling at the very thing that made my body convulse with every touch.

Finally able to take a breath, I did, as he withdrew his mouth. I felt as if I hadn’t had one in ages.

His hands went to my dress. One on each side. He pulled – his perfectly toned muscles bulged with the force as he tore it down the center. My breasts and pussy were exposed for him. They were his.

I felt his mouth slide up my chest to mine. His cologne filled the air, mixing with the smell of sex and desire. Emotions and memories bubbled within me. He had always been there for me, but I was simply too stupid to notice… and yet he still was there.

Monroe’s thick cock slid up my chest as he straddled me. I felt my breasts press together as he firmly grabbed each one and slid his cock between. Moans echoed throughout the large room as I watched him tilt his head back in pure ecstasy.

My pussy wet, I felt him withdraw his cock and slide it down between my legs, leaving a trail of pre-cum the whole way. His cock flicked up and down, tensing in excitement. My eyes caught his. A devilish grin spread across his face as he placed his body over mine.

His skin touched and pressed against me. Two bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Then penetration. He pushed himself inside.

The glacial movement from earlier turned into a fiery inferno as he started to move faster and faster. Each thrust brought a new level of pleasure as I laid there with my body spread wide open for him to use. Pumping against my body, I felt the carnal desire he felt. He needed me, and I needed him. We were at one with each other. A synchronized force to be reckoned with.

Sounds of the bed slamming against the wall intensified as he hammered into me with his thick cock spreading my lips wide with each powerful push.

His hands gripped the front of the bed as his mouth pulled on my neck. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My walls clenched tight onto his cock and held him firmly deep within me. If there was ever a way to hold a man, this way the way.

He slowed his thrusting as I felt myself cum on his cock. I reached the pinnacle of the mountain. Groans of pleasure filled my ears as the world spun around me. His hand grabbed onto my neck and squeezed. The pain spiked the intensity to a level I had never experienced. Had I really been missing out this entire time?

Monroe smiled as he quickened his hips once again. His hand clenched tighter around my neck with his other hand holding the back of my head. Breathing heavily in my ear, I knew he was enjoying himself.

His shaft tensed once, twice, then finally exploded inside me. Pumping his hot cum inside, I could feel his entire body turn to rock in moments. Grunting with each slow thrust, he kept going till every drop was inside.

“Oh Jess… how you turn me on,” he whispered into my ear as he rolled to my side.

The stinging sensation in my wrists returned as I felt him unbind my hands then feet. It quickly disappeared as my sex high took over.

My words jumbled around in my head as my mouth opened to speak, “I… I… Wow, I’m sex stoned,” I barely managed to say as I rolled over and cupped the back of his head and pulled him towards me.

Monroe smiled as he turned his legs to the side of the bed and stood up. “Welcome to my world. Please stay with me here. We’ll figure something out.”

I watched him dress himself as he pulled his cock back inside his pants and button up his shirt, then finally wrap his jacket around himself.

“I’ll think about it,” I said in a foggy haze.

Without a doubt in my mind, I knew I wanted to stay. I just didn’t know if it was possible. Wouldn’t his bitch wife and mother in law have something to say? What if this affair caused a divorce and left him with nothing?

My mind suddenly clearing, a single question popped into my mind, “Why did the media say you were a swinger if you were always waiting and taking care of me?”

Monroe looked at me, “That’s just the media. I do bring women home with me from time to time, but it’s only to confuse them, my mother in law and my wife into thinking I’m a swinger. If they think I’m a swinger, then they will think no feelings are involved. I’ve always known who you were, and always tried to fill in the hole that was left when you said no. Finally I realized I had waited long enough and reached out to you. I’m glad you came.”

I could only imagine what my expression was at that time as I replied, “Me too. We’ll figure something out.”

Monroe nodded and opened the door to leave.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said with a devilish grin.

Restrained

Restrained

 

Jessie

Dame

 

NOTE TO READERS                                                                                 

 

Restrained is a new erotica story with explicit themes involving sex. Intended for mature audiences.

 

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SUMMARY

 

“Surprising, hot and definitely erotic. I loved it!”

 

Over two hundred women have disappeared within NYC. With the holidays approaching, law enforcement decides to hold off on the search for a few days.

 

Aimee, head of New York City crime scene investigation, decides to take matters into her own hands… until they are bound.

 

Being dominated in a dark cavern wasn’t in her job description, but perhaps Aimee will allow it, just this once.

 

Will Aimee follow the other women’s decisions and decide to stay with the men? Why are the women being taken, and why have they chosen not to return?

 

Restrained

 

I watched as two tall men in hoodies stepped out of their car with a handcuffed woman. Tracking their every movement, they crossed the street and stepped into a decaying building. Shit. It’s either now or never. God I wish it wasn’t the holidays or I would call for backup.

Stepping out of my car, the cold winter air hit me like a ton of bricks. Pulling up my parka around my neck, I jogged to the door and slowly opened it. Peeking inside, it was dark… and quiet.

I opened the door and walked in. Why are they taking all these women? Nearly two hundred have disappeared over the past couple months. None have returned. Tonight I’ll find out why, even if it means going into this place alone.

The room was small and dark. Without the subtle light floating in through the broken window, I wouldn’t have noticed the hatch in the floor.

I bent down and brushed the handle off. Pulling the heavy wooden door upwards, I heard a soft creak in the hinges. Shit. I need to keep this quiet as I possibly can.

My mind wandered, thinking about the previous day’s events as I stared into the darkness within the hatch.

 

Walking into the questioning room, I saw a woman. I glanced down at my notes, her name was Jamie.

Damn, whatever happened to this woman must have been intense. Her wrists appear to have been bound by something, maybe rope or handcuffs.

I leaned up against the table in the middle of the room and pushed a glass of water towards her, “Tell me. What happened?”

Her eyes met mine and suddenly I thought knew everything. She was used against her will. “Were you raped?”

She nodded.

My instincts picked up the small bead of sweat forming near her brow and the trembling fingertips. I immediately knew she was lying.

“Who did this to you?”

The woman looked down at the table and spoke softly, “The men inside the building at the docks.”

I slammed my fist down on the table, “I know you are lying, you need to tell me the truth right now or I’m going to make your life very difficult!”

Her eyes went wide with fear as she stared off into the distance. I noted her fear wasn’t of me. It was of someone… or something else.

“I can’t say anything more, they will find me.”

I looked down at my notes then replied, “We will make your life more difficult if you don’t say anything. There are women being taken and we need to know why.”

She glanced at me, “Go there and see for yourself. Women are being used for pleasure.”

A slave ring perhaps? It makes sense I suppose.

 

Snapping back into reality, I moved silently over to the door and peeked outside. Cold winds were bringing in a storm as I remembered the weather report from earlier today. It certainly wasn’t a night to be out in the cold. Given the fact it was Christmas Eve, I knew most of my team was away on vacation or with their families. Unfortunately, crime doesn’t take vacations.

To go get help… or figure this out on my own. Fuck it. Someone has to step up and deal with this. It might as well be me.

I clicked the safety off of my Glock 9mm and grasped it firmly as I slowly opened the hatch as quietly as I could.

Looking down into the darkness, I turned around and stepped down, keeping the gun at ready. The walls echoed murmurs of intense discussion from men and light whispers from women.

I slipped into the darkness and closed the hatch as quietly as I could. Good. No sound. I’ll be able to get some good evidence tonight, maybe snap some pictures then get out of her. Soon as I confirm this is where the women are being taken, I’ll be out of here.

My face was tight with concentration as I hit the bottom of the stairs. I put my foot on the ground quietly and stepped forward into the darkness, keeping my hands out in front of me.

Everything suddenly went dead silent as I heard a faint echo of a man saying, “Shh… you hear that?”

I stopped my movement immediately and backed up into a wall. Shit.

The murmurs continued as I stood there, breathing as quietly as I could. It felt like my damn heart was about to burst out of my chest as my eyes started to adjust to the darkness and I took in my surroundings.

It was a well. A very old and deep well. Looking up, I saw the faint outline of the hatch above me, far in the distance.

I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. It clicked off immediately. Well fuck. There goes any pictures and audio I could have taken. I knew I should have brought more supplies.

Creeping through the tunnel I came across a bend, with light just around the corner. It was flickering, just the way a candle would.

Peaking around, I saw two men sitting on chairs next to a table. A few dice, some coins and a couple stacks of singles. Must be gamblers.

Their faces were dirty and covered with hair. They appeared to be as if they hadn’t shaved in weeks, perhaps even months. Being a sexual woman, I immediately noted in my head how attractive they were. The one on a right… a two. The left one, maybe a three, if he cleaned up.

I shook it off and kept my giggles for later. Focusing on the task at hand, I walked past them and continued down the tunnel.

The room ahead was massive and well lit as I approached the end of the corridor. Peeking inside, I saw cages lining the walls. Each was filled with women. Damn, I hit the fucking jackpot. There’s at least 200 women here, this accounts for more than likely… all of women taken over the past few months.

I slowly made my way into the room, creeping along the wall while watching for guards. A few men appeared to be talking with the women, but they weren’t armed, at least they didn’t appear to be armed.

The men walking throughout the cavern looked human and fairly normal, besides the fact they were in desperate need of a shower as their faces and clothes were covered in dust and dirt.

Screams pierced through the air as my eyes caught a woman being ravaged on a table by a man holding her wrists down. Her panties were lying on floor next to her bra with the man grabbing her breast with one hand and her hip in his other. His cock was thrusting into her slit, back and forth as she wailed in what sounded like pain.

Jesus. These men are simply using these women for pleasure? Is this some kind of sex ring?

I held my gun tighter as I counted the men in the room. There were four. I can easily take all four of those guys, that won’t be a problem.

Walking forward down the center of the room, I noticed two of the men approaching me with a smirk on their faces. The man on the left spoke up, “Hail, who goes there?”

I replied firmly, “Aimee, CSI New York Division. Stop what you are doing.”

The man started laughing, which ended up with him coughing heavily. With a grin on his face, the guy walked up to me, mere feet away at this point, “I’m going to assume you are here to take us to ‘jail,’ right?”

Holding my gun steady and pointing at his face, I replied, “Damn straight.”

The man on the other side of the room kept pounding the woman. Her screams echoed throughout the cavern and mixed with the murmurs of the women in the cages before reaching my ears.

“Well, we aren’t going anywhere,” he said without hesitation. Turning to walk away, my hand trembled and fired into his back.

The sound of the gun echoed off the walls, reverberating back and forth as everything suddenly went quiet.

I watched as the other man in front of me stepped up, “You just made a big mistake.”

The man I just shot slowly stood up and brushed himself off before turning around and staring at me. He walked over and grabbed my weapon as I was sure I hit him square in the back. Unable to move and paralyzed with fear, I watched as he threw my gun on the floor.

“Come with me. I’ll show you exactly what is going on here. My name is Jackson by the way.”

My face scrunched up in disbelief as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the cages. “These women are here of their own will. Here, ask them for yourself.”

I stared into the cage with the women, “Do you want to be free?”

Each of the women inside appeared to be dressed somewhat nicely as they looked up at me, “No, we are happy here. These men are fair.”

Looking back at the men and wondering what was going on, I replied, “Show me more.”

Jackson held my hand tightly and pulled me further into the cave, leaving the other man behind. We walked up to the man fucking the woman. He had her head pulled back as her body was bent over the table and he was thrusting inside deeply, over and over.

Moans of orgasm swept into my ears as I watched her squirt all over his hard cock while he grunted and thrusted inside her. Cum poured out of her wet slit with each pump of his cock. Bending over her and grabbing her breasts, I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

“What… why… I don’t understand,” I whispered under my breath as the man pulled out, his cock covered in both of their cum.

The man looked at me with a laugh, “You’ll see.”

What does he mean, ‘I’ll see?’

Jackson pulled me towards a corridor that was flickering with light from candles on each of the walls. “Do you want to see why these women never want to leave?”

I nodded, “Show me.”

He turned and looked at me directly in my eyes, “Once you have seen what I am about to show you… you will have the choice to leave or stay here with us, forever.”

A chill ran up my spine as he finished his speech. Forever? What the fuck is he talking about.

“Yes. Show me. None of this makes any sense what-so-ever.”

Jackson nodded and pushed open the door in front of him. Inside was a dimly lit room, with large sculptures of beasts along the walls. Massive paintings adorned the room, some hung, some lying on the floor, completely decayed. In the center was a bed, covered in red satin sheets with black pillows set at the front.

I turned and looked at him, “What’s this supposed to mean to me? You said you were going to show me something that would make everything clear.”

Jackson walked into the room and pointed at the bed. “Sit.”

I walked over to the bed and sat, exactly where he told me.

This is the weirdest thing I have ever come across in my entire career. It doesn’t look like any women were hurt, yet they didn’t want to leave. I must go through with whatever he is about to show me, then I’ll have the evidence to put these men behind bars.

Jackson looked at me with a grin, “Now you shall see what I am talking about.”

He moved towards me with lighting speed. Within a single second, I felt his hand around my throat and my other hand pressed backwards on the bed. He attached something around my wrist. I heard a click.

My other hand was pulled behind my back. Another click.

I was bound by what felt like handcuffs.

“What are you doing!?” I yelled at Jackson as he pulled my upright. I was now standing by the side of the bed as I watched him attach my cuffed hands to a chain in the ceiling.

Unable to move, he stood there and walked around my body. “You said you wanted to see why the women never want to leave…”

His hand ran over my stomach as I felt him lick up the side of my neck, gliding his tongue around my ear then back down to my chest. I looked down and watched him unbutton my shirt, sliding his hand over my red frilled bra.

With a smile, he ripped my shirt at the seams and pulled it off. Unclasping my bra with one hand, I felt it slide down and expose my breasts to him.

“Wondering what happens next huh?” he whispered, his face mere inches from mine.

Wiggling with my hands proved to be completely pointless as the cuffs held my hands tightly in place. “You are going to violate me? This proves nothing other than the fact you are holding these women against their will. I don’t see your point.”

Jackson replied, “I’m not done yet. Just you wait.”

I nodded.

His hand slid down my pants as his other unbuttoned the top. Gliding over my panties, I felt my pussy clench tightly in response.

“How do you feel right now?” he said softly as he turned my body as I hung there.

“Fine,” I said bluntly, still wondering where all this was going.

He walked over to the side of the bed and pulled out a long piece of fabric. Wrapping it around my head, I was suddenly unable to see.

 

~Jackson~

 

Looking at the woman whom was now blindfolded, I couldn’t help but wonder if she knew what was going to happen next. Her body dangled from the ceiling as I stared at her amazing skin, full breasts and tight abs.

I walked over to the table next to the wall. There was just about any sort of toy the mind could imagine, and most of them I had no clue how to use or what they were for, but I knew they were here for our enjoyment. I picked up a ball gag. I walked back over to the woman just as the door opened.

In walked Jessie, one of the other women who was kept in the cavern. Black leather clung tightly to her skin as she stood there in the doorway. I knew exactly what she was here for. She walked over to me with a smile and whispered in my ear, “Mind if I join in?”

Nodding to Jessie, I walked over to Aimee and slipped the ball into her mouth, and then put the strap over the back of her head, tightening it. “Too tight?” I asked. She shook her head. I twirled her around lightly with my hand, slapping her ass hard as she spun slowly. A muffled groan came from beneath the gag.

Jessie walked up next to me and stopped her from spinning completely as she put her face close to Aimee’s and licked up her chest from the top of her breast to her ear. She bit on her ear as she whispered something. Jessie stepped back and slapped her across the face, “Like me now bitch?!”

I could tell Jessie was restraining herself when she slapped Aimee. I’m confident she didn’t want to hurt her. This was all new to her too, so restraining herself and going slow was probably the best idea. I should probably do the same. I know we’ve been wanting to do this for a why, so why not do it together on someone new?

I put my hand on Aimee’s breast and spun her in front of me so her back was exposed. My cock hardened as I looked down at her body; god she was sexy. I noticed her black panties, also laced with red. As I bent down and looked at them; they were see-through. Now that’s hot. I pulled her panty away from her skin, and then snapped her with it, walking around her running my hand along her waist.

Aimee mumbled something.

“What was that?” I said, spanking her ass with my hand. Jessie got on her knees in front of Aimee, grabbing her panties and pulling them down roughly, exposing her pussy. Jessie spread her lips open and licked between them.

I stood back and watched. God damn. I like where this is going. If this is good for Aimee, she will never want to leave, then I can have my way with her whenever I want.

Jessie grabbed Aimee’s ass and pulled her pussy into her face as she licked her up and down. I heard deep moans escaping her gag as Jessie licked. Jessie slipped a finger inside her and started fucking her slowly as Aimee’s body shuddered in pleasure.

Walking up behind Aimee, I slipped my hands around her waist and kissed on her neck, stopping just below her ear. I bit down then sucked hard. I felt her body shudder within my arms as I noticed the hairs on her arms stood on end. She must be enjoying this, I thought to myself as I felt her nipples in my fingers, rolling them back and forth until they were hard.

Jessie pulled her face from her pussy and looked up at me, “You should show her who is boss, its your turn.”

I walked over to Jessie as she turned on her heels towards me. I watched as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Slowly stroking it, she slipped it into her mouth. “Fuck,” I said as I grabbed her head with one hand, and slipped my fingers into Aimee’s pussy. I felt myself harden within her mouth.

“Go use that on Aimee,” Jessie said as she pushed me towards her. I grinned to myself as I turned towards Aimee.

I grabbed her hips and pushed my head into her pussy, my shaft followed as I felt her juices, wet as ever, surrounding me. I felt Jessie smack me on the ass, and then heard her giggle as she walked around behind Aimee.

Jessie got down on her knees and started playing with Aimee. I assumed she was playing with her ass.

I grabbed Aimee’s ass tightly, spreading it for Jessie as I fucked Aimee. Her walls tightened around my cock as I slipped in and out of her. Her moans became deeper and deeper as I continued to push myself into her. “Fucking take it bitch,” I said as I wrapped my hand around the back of her head and unclasped the gag. The gag fell to the floor. “Oh god yes, fuck yes, fuck me good, I’m your dirty little slut,” she said as I fucked her hard, ramming my cock deep into her pussy.

The leader of our group walked in the room and watched. “Having fun guys?”

“We are. Want to join in?” I replied as I continued to fuck his wife right in front of him.

“Nah I’m going to head out, you guys take care of her.”

“Sounds good,” I said as I thrusted into her hard, pulling her hips against mine.

Jessie got up without word and walked over to the table next to the wall; she grabbed a strap on and slipped it around her waist.

She walked up to Aimee and pushed me to the side. “My turn,” she said as she thrusted the dildo into Aimee’s pussy.

“Who is that?!” Aimee exclaimed as Jessie pushed herself in and out of her. “Oh god, who… who… oh yes, god, fuck me harder!”

Jessie pushed the dildo in deep, and pulled it out then back in again. I walked up behind Jessie and reached behind her, grabbing her firm tits in my hand.

I heard Aimee start to moan deeper and deeper. She had specific moans I could tell. This must be her cumming moan. It turned me on as I felt my cock harden against Jessie’s ass.

Jessie pulled up her short skirt with one hand, inviting my cock to come play. I grabbed Jessie’s ass as I stroked my shaft with my other hand. I slipped my fingers up inside Jessie, whom was already dripping wet, then grabbed my shaft again, using her juices as lube for my cock as I stroked myself hard.

I slipped my cock inside her, feeling the walls surround me as I moved in motion with her as she fucked Aimee. I reached around and pushed up her shirt over her tits then pulled her bra down as I grabbed her breasts.

With every movement back and forth I felt her walls squeeze against my hard cock deep within her. Her ass was massaging me, wanting… needing me to cum inside her. I let go of her breasts, grabbed her ass cheeks and fucked her hard as I could. I pushed my body to its limit as I felt her body tremble with pleasure and excitement. “Having fun?” I whispered in her ear as drove my shaft deep.

“God yes,” she replied as I railed her ass with my cock, her body moving violently forward as with every thrust.

“Jessie, move to the side for a sec,” I said as I felt myself building up to blow my load. I quickly pulled out and started shooting my hot white cum all over Aimee’s pussy. I slipped it inside and continued to cum as I slowly pulled in and out of her. God she felt amazing. I pumped myself into her, filling her up as Jessie stood by and ran her hand down my back.

Jessie whispered, “Fill her up. Do it. Blow every last drop inside her.”

My body expelled all its energy as it came, and every last little bit of went all over Aimee’s pussy, inside and out. I felt myself connect with both Jessie and Aimee at that moment. I’ve never felt this close to two people at the exact same time. The room seemed to just melt away as I unclasped Aimee’s hands from the handcuffs. She took off the blindfold and looked at Jessie, whom was standing there with the dildo still on.

 

~Aimee~

 

With a grin on his face he stated, “You see… women want pleasure. We give it to them and they stay for our experiments.”

My mind jolted into reality. Experiments? What the hell is he talking about.

I played off of my orgasm to keep still thinking I wasn’t coherent. “Experiments? Huh?”

His eyes widened as he smiled, “Yes… we want to create the perfect weapon.”

I laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I continued to shake, faking a continuous orgasm.

“We constantly scan each woman within this facility as they stay here. During sex, their brain releases a chemical that enhances stamina and keeps them awake. Men don’t have this chemical and this is why they sleep after sex.”

I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles as I listened intently.

“We take remove this chemical through a woman’s sweat on whatever orifice they are fucked on. No harm ever comes to the women.”

His cock started to slide in and out of my pussy slowly. I felt my walls clench tightly around the shaft as pleasure rippled through my body.

“With this chemical, we can create perfect bio-enhanced demons for our legions of darkness.”

I had to speak up, “You are a demon?”

He nodded, “I am.”

“How did you get here?”

The demon grasped onto my hips tighter and shoved himself deep inside. His cock straightened between my tight walls.

He replied, “Through a ritual of summoning of course.”

That’s bullshit. But I guess it’s possible. Up until a few hours ago, I would have laughed if someone said there were demons in NYC.

I reached down and grabbed the shaft, squeezing it tightly between my fingers, “What do you plan to do with the armies?”

His grin turned into a scowl as he stared at me, “That… is none of your business.”

The demon put his hand back down on my neck and squeezed, “You best take note of the situation. You are stuck here, so get used to it.”

With a smile on my face, I nodded.

I’ll go along with this. I haven’t had a good fucking in a while, but I have got to figure out what to do about this place. My agency will wonder what is going on if I don’t show up to work tomorrow. Shit. I didn’t tell them where I was going and they can’t track a dead phone…

The demon’s cock started sliding in and out of my pussy once again. I looked at him and stared him straight in the eye, “Fuck me like you’ve never fucked another woman.”

I saw a trickle of sweat form on the demon’s forehead as it made its way past its mouth. His forked tongue slithered out and licked it. “I want to taste yours…”

The shaft went full force into my hips, sliding my body forward on the bed a good foot. Pain spiked through my body as the demon grunted in pleasure, pushing his body to the limit. His subtle thrusts went into full body thrusts, pumping into me without remorse.

I held his hips against mine as he kept his cock deep, moving faster than any mortal man could have done. “Oh fuck…” I whispered as I felt myself start to reach another orgasm, “slow down! God! You are going too fast!”

My body shook with pleasure as the shaft ravaged my pussy, sending wild jolts of pain and pleasure spiking through my insides. Mixing together in near perfect harmony, I grabbed the sheets and came harder than I had ever came before.

Electric sparks flew through my body, exploding into fireworks deep inside my soul. The demon’s cock tensed inside as my walls held onto it tightly. I felt the warm semen shoot inside, pumping over and over into my inner being.

Looking down at the shaft, I watched him slide in and out slowly. His cock, still pumping, pushed our mixed cum out of my hole. The liquid drizzled down my slit and into my anus then pooled on the bed as he enjoyed himself.

Jesus… these demons sure know how to fuck a woman right. This has got to be the reason the women stay. I wonder if the demons have told all of the other women their true purpose for being here?

The demon smirked as he pulled his cock out and stood at the edge of the bed. I looked up at the towering creature as he breathed in and out, his perfect body slick with sweat.

With a smile, I rolled over on the bed and closed my eyes. His arms wrapped around me as I heard the door open. Glancing at the entrance, I saw one of the men enter the room with what appeared to be some sort of small electronic device.

“What are you doing?” I asked calmly, not wanting to raise alarm.

He glanced at me, and then ran the device over the bed, then onto the covers, right where we had sex. Quickly and quietly, he picked looked at the device for a moment then scurried out of the room.

I heard soft snores emanating from Jackson as his arm relaxed over my side. He must be asleep. This is the perfect time to get out of here.

Sliding out of bed as quietly as I could, I put my feet on the floor and picked up my clothes. Walking out of the room I glanced back at the demon. His muscular red back was facing me as it slowly rose and fell with each breath. “I’ll be back,” I whispered.

I closed the door behind me as I held my breath in anticipation. Walking out of the corridor, I saw two of the men fucking another woman. One cock in her mouth, the other in her pussy. Jesus. Sex just doesn’t stop around here. I guess if Jackson is telling the truth, then they would have to keep having sex for the erotic sweat.

Quickly moving across the floor, I made my way to the escape hatch. The two men sitting outside were still sleeping in their chairs. I crept past them easily.

I glanced back towards the cavern, and then climbed up the ladder towards the soft light above me. That was one hell of a discovery. I bet I’ll get a promotion for this.

Opening the hatch and climbing outside, I looked around the room. Everything was the same. I reached down for my cell phone and suddenly realized it wasn’t there. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

I glanced down to the hatch then at the door to the outside. Fuck it. I’ll be back.

Cold air blew the door open in front of me as I raised my hand against the wind and headed outside…

Yes, Master: Staying Alive Series 1

Yes, Master

Staying Alive Series

 

Yes, Master is a new erotica series with explicit themes involving sex. Intended for mature audiences.

 

Copyright © 2014 JD

Cover image used under license from www.shutterstock.com

 

 

 

CHAPTER ONE: HIS

“Yes… Master.” I spoke into the mirror.

“Yes. Master.” I said again, this time faster.

“Yes, Master.” My voice was flawless. Perfect. It was how he liked it.

I’ve been trying my best to get it right. It was the one thing he demanded of me. “Yes, Master.” It was my one true purpose, the very thing I had to get right. Every time.

I glanced towards the door to the backyard. I could leave. But without him, I would be nothing. We were bound together. We were made for each other.

My hands grew sweaty as I listened to the heated conversation upstairs.

I should practice. I shouldn’t listen.

It was his wife. “Yes, I know, I know. You want me out of the house today. I understand that. But I have things to do.”

I heard his voice. It was Master. “No. You will leave, and you will let me be. Now go!”

Then I heard a sound. I knew that sound.

I reached up instinctively and touched my face. It was still bruised from last time. I would never disobey again.

“Yes, Master.” I spoke.

He would be proud. I would get it right this time.

The tiny light above me flickered. It always flickered when Master was at the doorway.

I heard the familiar sound of the doorknob twisting. Over time I had begun to enjoy the noise. It meant he was coming for me.

“Yes, Master!” I said urgently as I sat on my small cot, staring at my fractured mirror.

He was coming, and I wanted him to know I was doing my very best to be exactly what he wanted.

His footsteps hit the concrete floor and stopped.

I dipped my head towards the ground and crawled over to the base of the stairs. It was the first thing I was taught.

Never stand up to Master unless told.

I waited for his voice. Every fiber of my being wanted him to say my name. Please Master. Please say my name.

“Joanne.”

“Yes, Master.” I said firmly without hesitation.

“You have done well. Today you shall learn something new.”

The room went dark as I heard the ever so feint click of the switch. The switch was his. I never touched what was his.

“Yes, Master.” I said as his words warmed my soul. For him I would do anything. Learn anything.

“You will sit upon this chair until I am finished.”

I felt myself start to smile. Immediately I caught the action and kept a straight face. Master told me what he wanted. I could not act out like a disobedient child.

Twine wrapped around my wrists as he grabbed each and tied them behind my back. He made sure the bindings were taut.

“Do not speak. Do not move. Do not look.” His words came strong and fast. I dared not do anything.

My lip quivered as I felt a long thin strap slide around my eyes. I couldn’t see even if I wanted to.

“Open your mouth.”

His voice was commanding. Like a general barking orders to his marines.

My mouth opened. I knew what was going to happen next.

The sound of the furnace kicking on stood my hair on end as I felt his cock slide up my arm.

“You want this cock.”

It was more of a statement than a question. A statement I was not to reply to.

I nodded.

His hard dick slapped against my jaw.

“Training begins now, right Joanne?”

“Yes, Master.” I said quickly without hesitation.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I stuck out my tongue just as I felt his hard cock slide into my mouth. I had learned from a young age how to open my throat so that I wouldn’t gag. If I gagged without his permission, I would be punished.

His cock pressed deeper down my throat as I sat there in the chair. My hands gripped tightly onto the wood as I fought back the urge to gag.

“Good girl.” He said as he tapped on my head.

Master’s cock withdrew.

Stars swam in my vision as I struggled to breath. I did as mother told me. Count backwards from five. One breath at a time.

I composed myself and straightened my back.

His footsteps echoed in the small basement as I heard him pace around my chair. Master was deciding what to do next.

Every muscle in my body tensed as I heard the crack of a whip.

I couldn’t help but wince.

“Now comes a different kind of training.” Master said as he cracked the whip again.

“Yes, Master.”

My words came swiftly. Master should be happy.

The arc of pain across my back said differently. I dared not disobey and cry out.

Another crack of the whip. My full breasts would be sore after this training.

His warm breath on my neck was something I always looked forward to. “Do you enjoy our time together?”

My mind raced.

This was the first time Master had asked me this.

“Yes, Master. I do.”

The whip cracked again. It split across my exposed ass from the back of the chair.

Pain shot up my spine and caused my head to waiver for a moment.

I caught myself quickly and straightened.

“Good girl. You have done well.”

The words brought joy to my heart as I felt a tear run down my cheek.

Master had never done that before.

What would he say… or do?

I felt his finger run up my cheek.

“What’s this?” His words came out in confusion, or perhaps disbelief.

Complete silence ensued as I heard him pace the room slowly. I was sure he was contemplating his next course of action.

I suddenly realized I had not answered his question. Was it aimed at me?

“Master, forgive me. I accept punishment.” My words came slow and filled with remorse as I hung my head in shame.

He stopped. He had to have been angry.

I braced myself.

Nothing came.

“Stand.”

I stood with my arms behind my back.

“Bend over.”

I bent over, attempting to keep myself from falling over.

Master’s cock slid inside my opening. My body was made for him.

The furnace kicked off. I could only hear his grunting echoing off the walls as I leaned over the chair.

It felt good. In fact, it felt great.

I could feel my body responding to his dick inside me in ways I had never felt before.

Today seemed… different.

His hands grasped tightly onto my hips.

My body jerked forward in surprise.

Master never touched me before. He always did his business, then left. Today was different. Perhaps because today was my birthday. Today I turned 28.

I moaned softly as I felt a tingling sensation curl through my fingertips and down to my toes. Ripples of pleasure shot through my body.

He stopped his slow thrusting.

“What was that?”

I bit my lip. “Forgive me Master. You pleasure me so.”

Master gripped tighter onto my hips. His nails dug into my skin. I could feel a thin line of blood trickle down my leg.

He didn’t respond with words.

Master dug his nails in deeper, shooting pain down my legs as I felt his cock ram into my pussy with force.

His hips hammered into my ass as I felt one of his hands release from my hip.

Smack!

My ass tightened as I felt his hand run across my sore behind. I could still feel the burning sensation from when he whipped it.

Smack! This time harder.

Smack Smack!

His cock dug deep inside me as I felt his shaft tense.

Master was ready to release, but I dared not ask him for mine.

I felt him pull his dick out inch by inch.

He stopped for a moment, with his cock half inside me.

“You will cum for me today.” He said firmly.

“Yes, Master.” I replied, trying not to sound too eager. It had been a long time since he commanded for me to cum for him.

His cock slid back inside me.

I could already feel my body accepting the realization it would soon be writhing in orgasmic pleasure.

Master’s cock hardened once again as he pressed deeper.

I felt his hand slide down in front of me and between my legs while his other held onto my wrist bindings.

His fingers found my spot.

Immediately my knees started to buckle. Focusing hard, I kept them locked into place as I felt him thrust inside.

My opening was wet and screaming for more. The only way I could cum was when Master was rough, and he knew that.

“You may cum when you are ready.”

I felt his hand release off the bindings and grab onto my hair. My neck was jerked back as I felt his fingers pinch my clit.

Pain shot through my body and mixed with the overwhelmingly intense pleasure emanating from each of his long and powerful thrusts.

My pussy tightened in anticipation.

Master’s cock tightened as well.

I opened my mouth to scream, but no words came out. My walls clenched tightly onto his cock as the rest of my body shuddered in pure orgasmic pleasure. The black dots returned as I wavered for a moment then fell to the floor.

Darkness ensued.

 

CHAPTER TWO: INTO THE DARKNESS

My eyes opened.

I looked around. Other than the dim light above, it was dark.

Silence.

Master was gone, as was the blindfold and bindings around my wrists.

I ran my fingers over my hips. They were sore, as was my rear, wrists, pussy… everything. Everything was sore.

I cursed under my breath. I failed him. He would surely be pissed.

The small cellar window was dark.

Sounds of rain hitting the window calmed my mind and body as I curled up on the small cot next to the furnace. It was the warmest place in the cool damp cellar.

My eyes closed. Sleep would be best. Tomorrow I would feel refreshed.

Something smelled amazing.

I jolted awake. No way could I sleep with an empty stomach, and that wonderful aroma wafting around me.

Footsteps above.

The light flickered.

I felt my heart skip a beat as a chill ran through my body. Was this his new training regime? To torture me with these smells?

My mouth watered as I heard the door creak open.

Footsteps.

I swung my feet over the side of the bed and looked down at the floor waiting to be called upon.

“Joanne.”

“Yes, Master?”

“Come, eat.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him place the tray on the floor. He sat on the bottom step and watched me.

I stood and sulked over to the tray.

He usually set the food down and left.

Today, yet again, was different.

“I wish to speak to you openly. I don’t want to hear ‘Yes, Master’ alright?”

His words were almost… kind. Perhaps this was another test of his.

“Yes, Ma—”

I caught myself mid-sentence.

“What do you want to speak to me about?” I said as I picked up the tray held it in my hands.

I dared not look into his eyes. Yet another thing I learned when I was young.

“Your mother. She passed away today.”

The aroma was too intense. I had to at least nibble.

I picked up a small piece of bread off the tray and sat down with my legs crossed.

“I did not know my mother, Master.”

“She was a kind woman, I knew her well, but she had a mental illness and couldn’t care for you.”

This was the first time I’ve ever heard of him speaking to me about my mother.

I was in shock he was even speaking to me at all.

At this time of night he usually had a leather collar around my neck while he walked me around the neighborhood on a leash. Most nights I had a mask covering my eyes.

I nodded as I half listened. The food was too enticing.

He continued. “I told your mother I would care for you until she was better, but now that she is gone, I’m stuck with a decision to make.”

“What is your decision Master?”

“Well, what I’m getting at is that now that you have no home, I wish for you to stay with me forever.”

A chill ran down my spine. I somehow thought I would always be here in this cellar forever. It was my home. It never occurred to me that I could live without him.

“Is this decision yours or mine?”

My eyes connected with his for a brief moment as I watched him shift positions on the stair. They were deep in thought. He was having a difficult time talking about this subject. Master was never like this. Surely, this decision was his to make.

“I want your opinion. You are your own person. So tell me Joanna, do you wish to stay or leave?”

My mouth opened. I knew the answer. I always knew it.

“I wa—”

Master cut me off quickly, “If you choose to stay with me,” —His voice went dark as he continued,— “I will be claiming you as my own in a final test.”

I looked up at him.

I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did.

Our eyes connected.

Without a doubt, I knew exactly what he meant, but I wanted to hear it from him.

“I will give you a child. Then you will be bound to me by blood. I will forever be your master, and you my little Joanne.”

Master stood up and kept his gaze locked with mine.

“Consider your options tonight, for tomorrow, we will be consummate our decision.”

I heard the front door open upstairs.

He looked at me and quickly rushed towards the door.

I watched him leave as the footsteps above came closer.

The light flickered above me as the door shut.

“Welcome home,” Master said as I listened intently.

Would he tell her?

“What were you doing?” I heard the woman say bluntly.

He replied quickly, “Just cleaning up the basement. It helps me cool down, you know that.”

The conversation faded quickly as I heard them walk up the stairs towards the second floor.

Then silence.

I finished the tray of food and set it at the top of the stairs, contemplating my decision. There wasn’t that much to think about. Master or no Master. It was by far the easiest question I’ve ever been asked.

My head hit the pillow as I closed my eyes, thinking about him. I couldn’t just walk away. No. The answer is right in front of me.

I felt myself drift into the darkness that surrounded me just as I heard something that I had never heard only once before.

A gunshot.

 

CHAPTER THREE: REPERCUSSIONS

I sat on the edge of my bed staring at the door.

It had been dead silent for at least an hour before the light flickered. He came.

His voice was on edge. “Joanne. Remember that decision I asked of you earlier?”

“Yes, Master. I do.”

“Hold off on that. We need to get the hell out of here. I fucked up.”

He did kill her. He killed his wife.

“Yes, Master.” I said firmly.

Richard threw a dress down the stairs. I snatched quickly and pulled it over my head.

“Let’s go. We need to hurry.”

I glanced around the room before rushing up the stairs. I knew I wouldn’t be back.

Richard was wearing a brown sweater and jeans. In one hand was a large duffle bag, and in the other a backpack. For the first time, I caught a glance of his face in the light.

He was an attractive man. I hadn’t seen many men before, only the odd man every now and then late at night when we were walking, but even then, it was dark.

Richard was well built. I could tell by his thick muscular arms under the sweater. I had been on the receiving end of those arms more than I could count… and I wouldn’t take any of those times back. It was who he was. Who I was. Who we were.

He swung the door open and ran down the steps.

The neighborhood he lived in was sparse. Houses were few and far in between.

Richard opened the back of his SUV and threw the bags in. “Get in the front,” he said as he looked around the side of the car.

“Yes, Master.” I said as I opened the door and jumped in.

The leather on the seats reminded me of the slick black leather he had around my neck just the other night. Would I ever feel that again?

My hand reached up and slid across my neck as I reminisced the past.

Surely our life would continue elsewhere.

The engine roared to life as my body was jerked forward. We flew out of the driveway faster than the crack of his whip.

Richard focused on the road. I was silent.

My hands folded across my lap as I sat there staring out the window.

“Get my bag,” Richard said as I looked over at his hands. His knuckles were white.

I climbed into the back seat and saw the two bags.

“Which one?”

The car swerved. My body was thrown to the side of the car as I glanced out the window. A small truck flew off the side of the road into the night.

Shit. I don’t know. Look inside the duffle bag. Tell me what you see.”

I unzipped the long leather bag. It contained leather straps, whips, anal beads, butt plugs, nipple clamps and much more. “I see long black leather stra—”

He cut me off. “No, the other bag.”

I zipped up the first bag and unbuttoned the backpack.

“Grab me that small black box. It’s a GPS.”

I picked it up and handed it to him then sat back in my seat.

Richard pressed a button and it lit up. A few more buttons and it appeared to be giving us directions somewhere.

“Two hours. Get some sleep.”

I curled up on the warm seat and closed my eyes.

 

A loud noise awoke me.

I jolted awake, looking around.

Richard looked over at me with a stern glare, “Keep calm. Don’t speak.”

I nodded.

The car pulled to a stop on the side of the road.

Richard looked pale.

“Stuff this under your shirt. Quickly now.”

He reached down and grabbed a jacket off the floor and handed it to me.

I bunched it up and put it under my dress.

Not a moment later a man walked up next to our car. He was dressed in an odd black jacket. “Sir. Do you know how fast you were going?”

He clicked on his flashlight and shone it at my eyes. I held up my hand to block the intensity.

Richard spoke calmly, “I’m sorry officer. My wife… she’s pregnant and I’m trying to get her to the hospital.”

The man pointed his light down to my stomach, then back up at my face. “Is this true ma’am?”

I looked at Richard then back to the man outside.

“Yes.” I said firmly. If there was one thing I was good at, it was lying. I could suppress my emotions and say or do anything.

“Get on your way then! Get out of here. The hospital is just up the road a few miles on the left.”

The man walked away.

Richard kept his eyes on the road as we sped out into the night. “Good job.”

I looked at him and nodded. “Yes, Master.”

We drove for what seemed like forever. Not a word was spoken until light peaked on the horizon in front of us. I could finally see.

Trees flew by our car. Massive fields of yellow flowers as far as I could see.

The glass on my side of the car slid down just a bit. I felt the wind on my face.

I realized I was happy.

Richard looked over at me. His face was filled with warmth. I had never seen that face before. It scared me.

I sunk back down in my chair and curled up as my stomach growled.

His face turned cold and stern. “You shouldn’t look outside. The world is filled with evil. Such things aren’t something you want to experience.”

“Yes, Master.” I replied, uncertain of the meaning behind his words.

The car slowed and pulled off the road to a small building. “Ameya Hotel.”

“Wait here.” Richard said as the car stopped in front of the building.

I nodded and waited for him.

Before long he came back holding something in his hands. I looked down at it.

“Keys. Let’s go get some food and rest.”

 

CHAPTER FOUR: LIGHTS IN THE NIGHT

I sat on the small chair next to the window. I could tell he was watching me.

The sun began to set, casting long rays of light through the window. When the sun set, the darkness came, and the light went off.

I knew what happened next.

Master stood up and walked over to his leather bag as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The room was quiet other than the odd occasional siren in the distance.

“Joanne. Bend over the bed.” He said firmly.

“Yes, Master.”

I bent over the bed and prepared for the inevitable blow.

“You’ve done well today, but you still have a lot to learn.” His voice was cold, stern.

I heard the bag unzip followed by his heavy footsteps toward the bed.

“Pull up your dress.”

With one hand wrapped around the blanket, I reached back with the other and pulled my dress up over my bare naked rear.

Whack!

I felt the wooden paddle hit my behind. My body jerked forward. I gripped the blanket with both hands and gritted my teeth. Master knows what’s best.

Whack!

The paddle hit me again. I could feel my rear burning with pain.

Whack!

He hit me harder. My body lurched forward as I felt a tear run down my cheek. I quickly brushed it off with a finger. Master would be disappointed.

Whack!

My behind lit up with fire as the pain coursed through my body. Master, my Master, he needed me.

I heard the paddle hit the floor.

“Get on the bed and lie on your stomach. Spread your arms and legs.”

His words were harsh.

“Yes, Master.”

I laid on the bed and did as I was told.

Master wrapped twine around each of my hands and feet, then tied each to a post on the bed. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The bindings were strong – taut.

He laid upon me and pressed himself inside.

Master’s thick cock slid deep within my opening as I felt his warm breath on my neck.

Every thrust brought an animalistic grunt from him. His mouth clung to my neck, biting, stinging, and drawing blood.

Master thrusted into me again. My body jerked forward, pulling the twine around my legs even tighter. The rope burned against my skin.

“Do you enjoy me inside you?” He said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, Master.” I said without hesitation.

His cock slid deep inside. My legs fought to move, but being tied so tightly, there was no give.

I felt Master’s hands wrap around my chest and squeeze my nipples. My body jerked forward again as he breathed deeply into my ear.

“Tonight you shall experience something new.”

“Yes, Master.” I said, contemplating what he could possibly do to my body that I hadn’t already done with him.

Master stood up. I heard him ruffling through the bag.

A cold sensation on my anus. He was dripping something on me.

I felt something new.

His finger pressed inside my anus and explored my body. The experience was much different than anything else.

Pressure.

Another finger pressed inside as I felt him run his other hand up my front.

Master would take care of me. Always. And I would be there for him. Always.

He continued training my backside as my mind went elsewhere.

Did Master murder his wife? Was it because of me? Did she get in the way of me and him?

I felt his hand press against my left cheek while the tip of his cock pressed inside my anus.

“Shhh… don’t make a sound.” He commanded as a heated conversation in front of our door ensued.

His thick cock pressed inside me. I could only hope it was everything he wanted. My lip quivered. What if I wasn’t good enough for him?

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as the pressure increased. He went deeper.

“Master?”

Immediately I regretted my action.

Surely he would be angry at my speaking out.

At this point, I had no way to turn back. I went with it, even though I knew the consequences.

“Do you love me?”

The heated conversation in front of our door stopped as did my heart.

I looked over my shoulders at him. His glare burned into my soul. I shouldn’t have spoken.

Someone banged against the door.

Master whispered into my ear fervently. “Quickly now. I’m going to untie you, and you get dressed. Go to the door and tell them you are alone and everything is fine.”

“Yes, Master.” I whispered as he removed my bindings.

I pulled the dress over my body and walked to the door just as it opened.

Looking behind me, Master was gone.

My heart raced.

Two men stood there, one in a uniform like the man that stopped our car, and another man whom was wearing a similar outfit as Master.

“Good evening…?” The man in the uniform said as he looked over my shoulder.

He appeared to be confused.

The other man spoke, “We are looking for a man that purchased this room earlier. Do you know him?”

I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers. Just do what Master said.

“No. I’m alone, and everything is fine.”

The man in the uniform pulled out his light and shone it into the room. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Both men smiled and looked at me top to bottom. “Have you seen this man?”—he held up a picture of Master—“He murdered his wife.”

My suspicion was confirmed. He did kill her. But why?

“I saw him leave hours ago. He gave me the key to this room and said to sleep here.”

I felt my mouth move without even thinking.

The two men looked at each other.

“Have a good night.” The man in the uniform said as he clicked off his light.

They both turned and walked away.

I closed the door.

Master stepped out from the bathroom. “Good job.”

His words felt good. I was glad to have pleased him.

“Yes, Master.”

I watched as his hands curled around the ball gag on the bedside table.

It was still early, and my training had only just begun.

Public Bondage

Public Bondage

A Public Bondage MF Erotica

 

 

NOTE TO READERS                                                                                 

 

Public Bondage is a new adult erotica story with explicit themes involving sexual theme. Intended for mature audiences. This is the first book in a series.

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

Copyright © 2014 JD

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SUMMARY

 

Josh likes to tie me up in public places then use me. Here are our erotic, sexy adventures!

 

What can I expect?

 

Reading this book will make your clit or cock throb. Besides that, you can expect to read various styles of sex involving yoni massage, first time anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, and exhibitionism. I hope you enjoy the book as much as I did writing it!

 

 

Public Bondage

The Massage

 

Josh pulled me towards him. His strong arms wrapped around me as he held me closely. The city whizzed by as we rode on the tram. He looked deeply into my eyes. His green eyes just drew me in as I thought of what he may do next.

Recently we have found that public displays of affection excited us. My mind wandered with thoughts of him slipping his hand down my pants discreetly and fingering me right where we stood. The tram pulled to a stop as more passengers flooded into the car next to us. Nobody else was in the tram we were in.

Josh’s breath was hot as it hit my face; we were close, real close. He looked at me, smiling, with a hint of a devilish grin barely displayed. I returned the same hint. His light shadow of a beard turned me on as it greyed his cheeks. Running my hand up his chest to his rough face turned me on even more.

No way. This is too much, I thought to myself as I felt myself dampening down below. His hand slipped around my waist, resting in the small slip above my butt. God I hated it when he did that. He knew it drove me crazy by how much it turned me on. He pulled me in close. Looking up at him, his head tilted down for a kiss then pulled away as he grinned. “Let’s have some fun,” he whispered as he reached in his backpack and pulled out some rope.

The people in the car next to us were watching our every move.

He tied my hands to a pole that rose from the floor to the ceiling, then my feet and finally my body. I heard the zipper from my dress unzip as his tongue ran down my back, giving me a chill.

My pants immediately dropped as I glanced over at the people watching. Old men, young women, couples, mothers and fathers… everyone stared. The children’s eyes were covered as adults shuffled them to the other side of the tram. I didn’t care.

His hard cock flicked against my ass as he ran it up and down between my butt cheeks. I moaned in ecstasy as the shaft found its hole and slipped in. He grabbed my shoulders tightly as he pushed himself in deeper and deeper as he groaned in pleasure.

I stared at the people as they pointed. A younger woman screamed and pushed her way to the back of the tram as some of the men stood there and stroked the outside of their pants. Such pervs.

The cock slipped in and out as I felt my body shudder and start to cum. Moaning deeply, his deep hot breaths against my back chilled me to my bones as he thrusted in and out. His hands reached around to my breasts and pulled my tits out of my bra.

He fingered my nipple rings as thrusted in and out as I came. My juices mixed with his as he pushed his dick in deeper and deeper. Groaning, he pulled out and slapped my ass hard. “More! More!!” I yelled at him between my gritted teeth. The pain and pleasure was intense. I couldn’t help myself as my body shuddered in orgasmic pleasure.

I felt him milking my pussy with his hand as I felt his other one held me tightly against him. My juices started running down my leg as he moved his fingers faster inside me.

He quickly cut the ropes that bound me as I got down on my knees and pushed him into my mouth. Stroking harder and harder, I felt his cock tense then loosen as the semen pumped into my mouth. My fingers massaged his shaft as he came. I love watching Josh cum, he’s just so darn cute. His face twitches as he tries to smile and his back arches. I love it.

Feeling him cum in my hand made me want mine all the more. His fingers kept massaging the insides of my walls as he played inside me. His thumb ran in circles faster and faster as he pressed harder and harder.

I spasmed forward as I felt myself start to cum for him. I slipped both arms around him and held him tight as he fingered me. Every time his thumb ran over my clit, I felt myself pulse with orgasmic pleasure. My juices turned from drips into a stream of cum down my leg as I came. God damn… god… oh god…

Slowly I felt my body start to relax as the orgasm died down. Jesus that was amazing. Josh pulled his hand from my pants and slipped a finger into his mouth, smiling at me. “Thank you for that,” he said as he winked.

“No… thank you… Jesus,” I whispered in his ear as I nibbled on his rough neck.

The car screeched to a stop as it pulled up to the station. I realized I still hand a napkin filled with cum. Looking for the nearest trashcan, I heard a guy sneeze next to me; his hand covering his nose. Looking at me, then the napkin; he beckoned for it. I shook my head quickly then ran over to the closest can and threw it away.

We quickly mingled into the crowd boarding the tram, losing the police and everyone that was watching us.

I walked back up to John, “Heading home?” I said as I spanked him on the butt and smiled. He grabbed my hand lightly and entwined his fingers through mine, “I think so. It was a long day at work and I’m exhausted.”

We walked out of the station to the busy streets of New York City. The sun was setting causing a chill in the air to set in. The breeze didn’t help either. I pulled my jacket close to me as my hair fluttered in the wind tickling my face. John let go of my hand and pulled me close as he raised his hand waving at a cab.

The yellow car pulled up on the side of the curb. John reached out and opened the door as I quickly sat inside and scooted to the far side of the backseat. The cab was warm, thank god. “Fifth and Nixon,” Josh said to the driver.

The cab pulled away and slipped in and out of traffic as we made our way across the city. Even though it was only a few blocks away, it was simply just too damn cold to walk. I’m also slightly lazy and Josh knows that. I smiled to myself as I thought about him.

Josh slipped his arm around my shoulder as I nuzzled close. Hearing him smell my hair made me realize how much the guy actually liked me… if not loved me.

We’ve been seeing each other for years now and had only recently moved in together to an small house we rented just barely outside the city. Before that, we each lived with family on separate sides of Philadelphia. I wondered if he was the one. Will he ask me to marry him? Oh my god. I bet that was what he was talking about when he said he had an ‘exciting’ weekend planned.

I felt the car swerve to the side of the road and stop. Looking out the window, I saw our home. A line of trees partially blocked the view, but the home stood out from the rest due to the fact that we had cleaned it up quite a bit when we got it.

The front was white with a little metal fence going around the font. I had a small garden circling around the side of the house, but given that it was fall, there wasn’t much to be seen. I watched as Josh passed the driver cash and thanked him.

I hopped out of the car excitedly, “Ready?” I said as I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. He smiled back and nodded. The breeze blew his scarf as he walked towards the house just behind me. It was so cute. I couldn’t help but purse my lips in a smile even though the cold breeze hit my face like a ton of bricks.

Fumbling with the keys, I managed to find the right one and slip it into the slot. “Need help finding the hole?” he said as he laughed.

I giggled and turned the key then walked inside. Imagine your grandma’s house, warm and cozy with the faint smell of cookies in the air with comfortable worn in furniture strewn about… our house was the opposite. The furnace was out and the living room was bare. Such is the way of living in New York with low paying jobs.

Fortunately, Josh recently picked up a nice gig working at a bank which gave him a hefty sign on bonus. We were planning on going shopping this weekend to spice up the home. The home owners ordered a new furnace which should be here within the next couple days as well. Everything was going to be just fine…

Josh turned and took off his jacket, scarf, and cap then placed them on the bench next to the door. I pulled my jacket closer to me. It was chilly. “Let’s go snuggle in bed,” I said as I ran up the stairs. He chased after me. As he got to the top of the stairs, I jumped out at him; BOO! He looked at me with his eyes unnerved. “You’ll someday realize that you can’t scare me,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and pushed be back towards the bed.

I heard faint moans of passion coming from outside.

“Hear that?” I whispered as he laid down next to me on the bed and placed his hand on my stomach. “I do, think we can beat them tonight?”

I giggled as I kicked off my shoes the slipped under the covers. Taking off my jacket, top and pants, I kicked them off the bed, “That’s up to you good sir,” I said with accent as I peeked over the top of the covers.

Smiling to myself, I watched stand on his knees on the bed and slip off his shirt. He laid on top of me over the covers and ran his hand through my hair. “I love you babe,” he said softly as he stared into my eyes and smiled.

My heart jumped. He… loves me. This is the first time he has ever said it in person. We have texted each other little hearts and ‘I love you’ back and forth, but I had noticed we had never said to each other face to face. I know it sounds corny, but my stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies.

Smiling back at him, I reached up and pulled his head towards mine till it was inches in front of me, “I love you too,” I whispered back. He kissed the nape of my neck as he slowly made his way up to my ear. Tickling my face with his rough beard, I held him close while I kissed his chest. His firm abs pressed against me as I felt myself grow wetter by the second.

I felt his groin rub against my panties as he pulled up my dress over my hips; his cock was hard as it ran against me. He slid his hands up the sides of my face and pulled me in as I felt our tongues touch then dance around inside my mouth. Nibbling on my lip, I felt my hips slowly move in rhythm with his.

Grinding against me, he drove me wild.

His hands slipped in through my hair, running through it as he kissed me. Our tongues continued their dance, picking up speed as our breath quickened. He withdrew for a moment and looked deep into my eyes. “I want you,” he whispered as he unbuckled his belt and threw it on the floor. I reached down and unbuttoned his pants as my hands shook with excitement.

Being with Josh always had me horny. It seems like every other guy I had been with had never been able to do this to my body. The air stilled around us as I looked down at his tight boxer briefs holding in his enormous shaft. I could see the outline of his cock and tip under them as he pressed it against me and slid up and down on my vagina.

I reached down and ran my hand up his hard shaft then twirled my fingers around the tip just beneath the thin layer of fabric. He groaned deeply in anticipation. Taking two fingers, I slid his boxers down to his knees and revealed his cock. Jesus. This never gets old, I thought to myself as I laid there reveling in the thought of that thing going deep inside me, thrusting over and over until I came.

“Just a moment,” he said as he hopped off of me and walked over to the window. He slid the frame up letting a cool breeze flow in. “Let’s show these neighbors what we are all about.” Grinning ear to ear as he walked back over to the bed, he laid back down on top of me. “Now where were we…?” He pressed his face against mine as our tongues touched again.

Moaning deeply, I felt his shaft press against my panties as he pushed himself onto me. Watching his hand slip down to my groin, I felt his hand slid up and down on my slit. God damn it turned me on when he did that. “I have a surprise for you,” he said as he sat up on his knees in front of me.

He slowly slipped my panties off my legs as I wondered what the surprise was going to be. He looked at me and smiled, “I think you are going to enjoy this. You see, I’ve been taking massage lessons for a few months now and I’ve gotten pretty good. Lay there, close your eyes and relax.”

I adjusted myself and closed my eyes as I felt him rub lotion on my skin. He ran his hands up and down my legs, massaging deeply then up across my chest. His strong hands massaged my arms down to the tip of my fingers. I could feel my body temperature rising with him. His fingers ran across my outer walls as he massaged and slid across my skin.

Looking at him, he was smiling and having fun. I loved all the attention focused on me as he stared at my closed pussy and massaged me. “Deep breaths,” he said as his hands danced across my outer lips. Sliding his finger up and down my slit, he slowly pressed into me. I watched as he took two fingers and slid them up and down my entire inside walls as my body shuddered.

His face went into deep concentration as I felt his two thumbs, side by side, slip into me and begin massaging my vagina. After a moment, he pulled one thumb out a slipped in his middle finger as he made a ‘come here’ gesture inside me. Running up and down the top of my insides, I could feel my walls tense and relax over and over on his hand.

I felt a second finger enter inside me with the same movements. He found my sacred spot as he milked it slowly. My body breathed in deeply then back out, relaxing more and more as my arms reached up and massaged my breasts.

His thumb made its way to my clit, slowly circling the magic button. My body shuddered in unison with the movements of his fingers. God… who knew this was even possible? I thought to myself as I felt a finger slide around my anus.

He looked at me, “Is this ok?” he said as he slipped one finger inside my ass. I nodded fervently. I had never had a toy, dick or finger in my ass before, but with this… I couldn’t imagine why. The added pleasure was amazing as he slowly slid his finger inside my anus then withdrew it, then back in.

My body shook with excitement as he stared into my eyes and massaged me. I felt my body suddenly tense with pleasure. My back arched as my hips moved up and down with his motions. Pressing my chest together, I ran circles around my nipples as they grew hard in my fingers. I kept staring into his eyes as he smiled and massaged me. I had never felt an orgasm coming on like this before. I hadn’t even started cumming yet and I had already surpassed even the best orgasm I had ever had.

My mouth opened without words coming out as I felt myself cum for him. His hands moved swiftly and eagerly within me as he slowly massaged my clit, anus and inside of my pussy. I felt my juices squirt out onto his hand as I came. Over and over it hit me; coming in waves, each orgasm was more intense than the last.

I looked down at him. His cock was hard and ready. “Inside me.” That’s all I could barely manage to mutter as my face flushed and my body tingled. The waves of orgasms kept hitting me over and over even after his hand had withdrawn from me. He laid down on top of my chest as I felt his hard shaft slowly slip inside me.

“Lube?” he whispered as he smiled at me. I shook my head. Normally we required lube… but not today. No way.

His cock pressed deep inside, binding our bodies together as I massaged his shaft with my contracting vaginal walls. I felt his body collapse on mine as he groaned and took my head in his hand. He pulled me to his as our mouths opened in front of each other, breathing deeply in unison. I felt his cock tighten hard inside me as he thrusted harder and harder.

My body shook with excitement as I felt my body tingle and prepare for the next wave.

He rammed his cock into me hard as my body lurched forward. Moans escaped from my mouth and mixed with his groaning as he fucked me. “Fuck me!” I yelled as I grabbed his hips and forced his cock deeper. He pushed into me harder and harder as my hands moved up and down on him.

I felt his hand slip around the back of my head and grab my hair. Jesus. He’s never done that before! He pulled my head back as he sucked on my neck and fucked me for all he was worth. I hit the top of the mountain as my body shook with orgasm. Energy pulsed through my body electrifying me and him. Baring my teeth I gritted, “Fuck me in the ass,” I said.

He nodded as he pulled himself out of me and flipped me over easily with his strong arms. Laying on my stomach, he grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, exposing my anus. I felt him press his tip into me as I laid there. His hands grabbed my wrists as he pushed further into me as he groaned. “Is it in?” I barely managed to say as the intensity of the pain and pleasure increased.

“Just the tip,” he replied. “Further, I want all of you inside me,” I whispered as I pressed my face into the pillow and screamed.

His shaft went inside.

My body spasmed in orgasmic glory.

My juices sprayed on the bed as I came.

Darkness.

 

“Babe?”

“Huh?” I replied, shaking my head. “What happened?”

“You passed out. Are you feeling ok?”

“I’m ok, just a bit dizzy,” I said as I felt his cock inside my anus.

“God, I was worried for a moment there,” he said as he pulled himself out and laid next to me on the bed. “Yeah, I’m good. That last orgasm was just so intense, I literally must have blacked out from it. Go you!” I said as I laughed, “That’s a first.”

I looked over at him stroking his cock, “Want to continue?” he said as he slipped his hand onto my breast. His fingers twirled in slow circles around my nipples.

“Well duh, I want you to have yours too,” I said as I gave him a devilish grin. I watched as he got up on his knees over my chest and ran his cock up between my breasts. I pressed my tits together as he fucked me. I heard him groan deeply, like an animal as his cock tensed over and over between my breasts.

He fell forward and began thrusting harder and harder. His sweat dripped down on my chest as his breaths quickened. Groaning, he grabbed the base of his shaft and stroked slightly up and down as he came on my chest. “Cum for me babe… cum for me… I want all of you…” I whispered as he pumped his hot cum all over me.

He laid next to me, completely spent. “God… that was amazing.” He said as he looked over at me. I nodded as I heard passionate screams coming from next door. “I guess they win in longevity,” I said as I laughed. John looked at me and smiled, “I suppose so, but we win in intensity.”