Owned

To my dismay, I felt wet between my thighs and I ached in places I’d never known could ache so deeply. I fought the urge to squirm against the warmth flooding my limbs and causing my knees to shake. He commanded my gaze, drinking in each shiver, each unrestrained tremble as he pressed harder against me. I gasped, shuddering at the foreign sensations spiraling through my body. God, the shameful truth of it was, I wanted whatever he was forcing upon me. But something refused to let me acquiesce. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demanded in a soft, yet cruel whisper. “Say the words, Hannah. Say you want me to own your body. That you want to feel my cock in your wet cunt.”

“I can’t,” I fairly sobbed but I wanted to. What kind of weak slut was I that I would succumb so easily to his heartless demands? “Don’t do this,” I begged. “Let me go.”

“Never,” he growled and withdrew his hand only to grab me by the hair and force me to my knees. I shrieked, shocked at the sudden pain. “You need a lesson in obedience, my sweet,” he said, giving my head a short jerk to accentuate his point. “Learn this now…when I tell you something will happen, do not question, for it will only serve to draw out your punishment. You are mine to do with as I please.”

“You don’t own me,” I cried, a tear leaking down my cheek at the pain and the frightening exhilaration coursing through me at his sheer dominance. “Please don’t do this. Please!”

A cruel smile cut across his mouth. “You’re so beautiful when you beg. Your eyes sparkle with your tears. I find that very appealing. Perhaps I should always endeavor to make you cry.”

My heart beat against my ribcage hard enough to cause a bruise. His groin was right at my eye level. He forced me to stare at the thick, hardened ridge that could only be his burgeoning erection. “Release my cock,” he demanded, giving my head a hard shake. “Now.”

I should’ve told him to go to hell but his hand buried against my scalp created a cascading shower of desire rippling through me that not only shamed me further but caused me to reach up and slowly do as he ordered with shaking hands. He wore no underwear. The tip of his cock bloomed from his open fly and I stared, unable to look away. Fully free, his fully erect penis jutted from his fly and he smacked my cheek with it. The warm skin covering the head was soft and smooth and I could barely breathe from the anticipation of what would come next. “Put it in your mouth,” he directed, guiding my head toward his bobbing cock until he stuffed it into my open mouth. I gagged when the head hit the back of my throat, my tongue sliding along the shaft, trying to push it out. He used my head to bob against his cock when I resisted. “Suck it, Hannah. Use your tongue and mouth together,” he instructed, his voice tightening. “Ahh, that’s it. Watch your teeth. Yesss, that’s it…look at me. I want to see your eyes when you suck my cock.”

I shyly raised my eyes to meet his; all the while my mouth was stretched over his large cock. It was difficult to get my mouth and lips over the entire girth and I couldn’t imagine how he thought it would fit inside anywhere else, but sucking on the shaft gave me a private thrill that warred with the voice in my head that said this was madness. I whimpered as his grip tightened painfully against my scalp, yet the pain created a taboo excitement that only made me suck harder and with more enthusiasm. His hips thrust against my mouth, more erratic than controlled and I could feel his butt cheeks flexing with each push against me. “Yessss, good, just like that!” His moans spiked fresh wanting through my blood and I tentatively curled my hand around his cock for a better grip, using my suction in tandem with my hand to give him more sensation. His panting breath told me I’d pleased him and that my amateur efforts were working. Emboldened, I increased my tempo and suction, becoming a cock-sucking machine. That small voice of reason became a distant memory as his pleasure became my focus. Being his plaything, being forced to serve him against my will, was a shot of pure lust straight into my veins that I couldn’t understand, nor did I wish to. All I wanted was to feel his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, using me for his own purposes. It was nasty and degrading — and intoxicating.

“Hannah, yes! Suck it, my beautiful slut! Suck me dry!” he gasped and I realized he was losing control. I had made him lose that cool restraint if only for this moment. It was a heady delight that I couldn’t have anticipated if I’d tried. He arched with a guttural groan, nearly shoving his cock straight down my throat and suddenly my mouth was filled with a thick salty spurt of ejaculate. His cock was nearly choking me; I had no choice but to swallow the hot load, which I did in hasty gulps. He released me and I tumbled back to fall on my butt. He swayed on his feet and released a deep breath, his head thrown back and eyes closed. I wiped my mouth, my lips still tingling from being stretched around his cock. I still couldn’t quite believe I’d done that.

And I’d liked it.

I scooted until my back was against the wall and hugged my knees to my chest while he completely disrobed. The excitement had begun to fade, replaced by apprehension of what was to come. I didn’t know what the hell was happening. I wanted to have the courage to stand up and walk out but I was strangely held in place, dreading what would come next, yet needing it, too.

“Come,” he said, smiling as he gestured to me. I slowly climbed to my feet and walked to him. I glanced at the door. I could run. I might make it out of this ostentatious house but then what? His cock had been in my mouth. I had swallowed his…cum. I shuddered and briefly closed my eyes. Run, a voice said. Stay, another urged.

“Hannah,” he said sternly, and my eyes popped open. “Take off your clothes.”

My fingers trembled as they went to the first button of my blouse. I’d never been naked in front of anyone. Tears filled my eyes as I shook my head mutely. I couldn’t make myself do it. What would he think of my body? I was not built like those other women. I was not beautiful. He seemed to understand my hesitation and when he approached me I shook. But his touch was gentle as he popped each button on my blouse to part the halves, revealing my white bra. He reached around me and unclasped the band. Suddenly, my breasts were unbound and being cupped in his hands. “Just as I imagined them,” he said roughly, gazing at my breasts as if they were indeed, beautiful. The pads of his thumbs brushed my hardening nipples and I instinctively jerked against the tingling sensation. “So sensitive, so sweet,” he murmured, bending to suck a nipple into his mouth. I cried out and clutched his head to my chest, unnerved by the shooting pleasure the suction of his mouth created through my body. He sucked harder, as if trying to devour me, and my knees threatened to buckle. A wetness between my legs gave away my growing desire and I stopped fighting it but I didn’t know what to do.

“Show me what to do,” I begged, losing myself to the pleasure of his mouth. “Oh my God, that feels so good.”

He chuckled against my skin and withdrew, pulling me with him to the bed. He jerked my pants from my legs and ruthlessly stripped my panties. I was naked as the day I was born, laid bare before him. I closed my legs and wanted to cover my breasts but a low warning growl kept my arms down and my legs open. My cheeks burned at his open perusal, the slow creep of embarrassment threatening to leach away my previous abandon.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I want to know how you pleasure yourself in the dark when no one is around. I want to hear your moans and see your face as you cum.”

“But I’ve never…” I gulped, hating the pathetic sound of my voice as I admitted how sexually inexperienced I was, even with my own body. “I don’t know how.”

“You’ve never touched yourself, never been curious?”

“I was curious but I never worked up the nerve. It seemed…dirty.”

His mouth tipped in a wicked smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Moving to my side, he trailed his finger down my belly. “A woman’s body is as unique as her fingerprint. The way to her pleasure is just as unique. Some require a firm hand, others a light touch. I believe…you need a bit of both.” His fingers dipped between my folds and I sucked a wild bre

ath at the invasion. His touch was feather light but it ignited a fire deep inside that was almost more than I could stand. “This,” he said, flicking my flesh as if ringing a bell. “Is your clit. When aroused, it will swell. The more aroused you are, the more it will pulse with the need to cum. Shall I show you, sweet Hannah?”

“Yes,” I answered, breathing heavy. “Yes, show me!”

His expression hardened at my urgency. “My pet must show manners or she shall be punished.”

I bit my lip, tears stinging my eyes. “Please show me,” I said, my cheeks burning at the supplication in my voice.

“That’s better,” he said soothingly as he rose from the bed, seemingly pleased with my pleading. He went to his expansive closet and disappeared inside. When he reappeared, my heart spiked a beat with instant apprehension when I saw what he held in his hands.

“What are you doing?” I asked fearfully, rising to scramble to a sitting position. “I don’t want to be tied up.” He ignored my protests and strode toward me as if I hadn’t spoken. He grabbed my hands and quickly tied them above my head to a special hook I hadn’t noticed before. “Oh my God,” I whispered, wishing I’d run. I didn’t want whatever he had in store for me. At least, I didn’t think I did. But I couldn’t deny the gush of warm wetness oozing between my legs, dampening the fine sheets beneath me. I cried out as he jerked my legs apart, securing them as easily as he secured my hands. I was open and vulnerable to whatever he might do to me. My sex was glistening; wet with my shameful desire and I couldn’t escape, which only heightened every emotion I was experiencing.

“I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing, my pet,” he said with a wolfish grin as he positioned himself between my open thighs. He parted my folds and I squeezed my eyes shut, so embarrassed that I wanted him to bury his face against my wet core. I wasn’t a nun, I knew the mechanics of sex but I knew virtually nothing of foreplay. The first flick of his tongue against my clit shocked me with the intensity of pleasure that rolled through me. I twisted in my bonds, my hips thrusting as I tried to push his tongue deeper inside me. “Ohmygod,” I breathed, unable to believe how much pleasure could be found from one little spot in my body. “Please don’t stop,” I begged, breathing hard. For a moment I thought he might punish me as he threatened, but he seemed more interested in making me writhe with each flick and suck of his tongue and mouth to entertain the thought of much else. And I was mindless with gratitude. Suddenly, while his tongue played, a finger breached my private parts. I couldn’t even say the word — pussy — without blushing so hard I might set the sheets on fire. But that’s where he was. His classically handsome face, with his sharp blue eyes and strong jaw, was buried in my pussy as if he were enjoying the most fragrant of bouquets.

“Ohhhhh, ohhhh,” I managed, barely able to breathe. Something was tightening inside me, building to a great crescendo that frightened me with its intensity. I couldn’t do this. I tried to make him stop but my body betrayed me. His hands gripped my butt cheeks as he continued to maraud my pussy with the single-minded focus of an invader set on conquering a nation. His tongue and mouth were merciless and I was helpless to stop what was barreling straight for me. “OhhhhGodddd,” I keened as a shatter of sizzling nerve endings burst in a shower of extreme pleasure that curled my toes and very nearly stopped my heart as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me. This was why people took big risks to have sex with people they shouldn’t — it was almost too much pleasure for one body to contain. Shockwaves continued to pulse through my body as he pulled away. When I became aware again, I realized he was untying my feet and although he kept my hands bound, he released them from the hook above my head.

“Get on your hands and knees and arch your back as you do so. I want to see that ass in the air. Now.”

I shot him an uncertain look, but did as he commanded. “What are you going to do?” I asked, trying to look behind me to see what he had in store. I received a sharp, stinging slap across my butt cheeks. I gasped at the shocking pain and bit my lip to keep from crying out.

“You will learn to accept what I tell you and do it without question. Until then, you will be punished for each show of bad manners, my pet.” He slapped me again and I jumped, whimpering but otherwise remained silent. He rubbed his hand lightly over the warmed flesh and murmured approvingly, “There. She learns quickly. Excellent, sweet Hannah.” He slapped me again and I groaned in spite of my intention to remain quiet. “You may cry, sweetheart,” he said, giving me permission. “Your tears are beautiful to me.” Again, came the slap and now the skin of my butt was likely bright red for it burned in each place his hand connected. My skin tingled with awareness and I was horrified to find myself wiggling my ass for more. “Greedy little slut,” he said with a strained chuckle. “Whose pussy is this?” he asked harshly, running his nail down the quivering, abused flesh of my backside. The pain was exquisite torture and I gasped against the sting. “Tell me. Tell me how it belongs to me and me alone!”

“Yes,” I gasped with a short mewl of agony as he spanked me again. “Yours! It’s your pussy,” I sobbed, unable to believe the words flowing from my mouth as easy as the juices that flowed from my pussy. “Please, please, it’s yours!”

“That’s right,” he growled in approval, moving behind me. His cock nudged at my entrance and I sucked in a tight breath. Suddenly, he griped my hair from behind and yanked on it until the strain arched my back further. “Your ass is lovely with my hand prints on it. The white skin marred only by the red of your punished flesh. Do you like to be punished, my sweet?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered, shocking myself. “Yes! I do!”

“Tell me how you want my cock,” he demanded.

“I want your c-cock inside me,” I said, squirming from the lust clouding my mind. All that mattered was his touch, his pleasure. “Please take me!”

He released my hair and my head fell forward, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief from the strain, his cock began a slow, cruel invasion into my tight virgin body. The pain exploded inside me, obliterating my previous pleasure as his wide cock stretched the walls of my pussy and butted against my hymen. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I didn’t try to hold them back.

“Ahhh, there it is,” he said tightly, grunting with the effort of breaking past my hymen. He gave a final push and his cock ripped the thin membrane as I screamed. He petted my butt cheeks with a soft touch as he waited for me to adjust and then began a slow thrust and withdraw motion into my wet and pulsing pussy. The pain slowly receded, replaced by something sweeter, and deeper inside. His hands on my hips felt right, as if my hips had been made for his hands alone, and I groaned as tiny, flickering sparks of pleasure began to jump to life as he continued to thrust deep inside me. “So tight. So perfectly mine,” he grunted above the smacking noises our bare skin slapping rhythmically against one another. “My sweet slut. My little pet,” he said with difficulty as he neared his own orgasm. Knowing he was close only spurred my own and I felt the delicious tingling again, this time stronger and more insistent as the relentless pounding of his cock urged me toward that final destination. Everything inside me tightened and burst just as I heard a final groan rattle out of Mr. Villanti. His thrusts became frantic until he’d spent his entire load inside me and when he withdrew and fell to the bed beside me, I collapsed as well, breathing hard as I rocked against the intense pleasure still drenching my body as completely as the sweat along my hairline.

It was several minutes before either of us could speak. I could feel his seed dribbling out of my pussy and I gasped when I saw blood mingled with his cum and my juices. He opened his eyes and saw the blood. His satisfied smile gave me a sense of purpose and belonging that I couldn’t understand. Hadn’t I always been an independent woman? Yet, here with Mr. Villanti, I felt safe in his total possession of me. I was still struggling with the realization that perhaps, I’d never known myself at all. How had he known this about me when I hadn’t had a clue? I glance

d at him shyly, not sure of my place or how to act but wanting to know that I’d done well. “Did I…please you?”

“You did. For now,” he answered with a smile that I would come to crave almost as much as the slap of his hand on my butt. He gently slipped a finger into my well-used pussy and when he withdrew it, it glistened with our juices. He shocked me by slipping it into his mouth as if savoring the combined flavor. Then as I stared, oddly aroused by the repulsive act, he kissed me deeply, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. I could taste the metallic flavor of my blood mixed with the saltiness of his cum and I groaned against him.

“Now you are truly mine, no matter what happens from this moment forward. No one can erase what I’ve done to you tonight. My cock was your first and this is something you’ll never forget,” he said, against my mouth, placing small nipping kisses along the seam of my lips. “For one year, I will see to your every need. You will want for nothing. But I will demand your complete and utter obedience, no matter the request. I will push you to your limits, I promise. Some nights you’ll cry yourself to sleep but know this, each tear is a gift to me and I cherish each salty drop so don’t hold back. I will own your body and from this moment forward you will ask my permission to sleep, to eat, to dress…to cum…or else.”

“What will you do if I disobey?” I dared to ask.

His nostrils flared at my daring but I knew it pleased him, too. He liked my fire, liked that I would need to be taught to obey. “Then I will delight in punishing you as you deserve.”