His Secret (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica)

It startled me. I knew I should have hated it, but it was even harder to think of him as my captor now. Not with him acting this way, and so I committed myself to enjoying this moment. I knew that enjoyment was hard to find sometimes. Before I knew what he was doing, he was leading me to the bed. My heart was pounding, and it was the only thing I heard besides silence as he undressed me, taking my vibrating panties off after he had stripped me of the dress he had given me that morning. It was disregarded casually on the floor before he pushed me to bend over the bed. My nipples brushed against the silky sheets, hardening instantly as I groaned, wiggling my ass for him. He chuckled.

“Stay like that.” he said, and I didn’t dare to move as he took off his belt. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but then I heard him in a drawer. I was biting my lip, staying still out of fear of what he would do and fear of what I would see if I turned around. Waiting only made my heart pound louder, but it di

dn’t deter my wetness.

“Wrists behind your back.” He commanded, and I muttered a quick ‘Yes, Master’ before doing as I was told. He secured my wrists with silky rope, tying them tightly. My breathing was heavy now as I waited for him to take me, but I didn’t expect what was going to happen next. With a swish, the belt landed on my ass. My body froze in utter and complete shock. My eyes widened from terror and confusion, my body bristled. I cried out in pain, but somehow as his hand caressed my now red ass before he hit me once more, it somehow turned that pain into something hazily pleasurable.

“Why, Master?” I managed to croak out, but he just chuckled, landing another blow before caressing my ass again.

“I plan to teach you BDSM. The pain in pleasure, little one.” He purred at me, and I couldn’t help but squirm, agitated.

When he was done, my ass was red and a few tears had streaked their way down my cheeks. I was biting my lip, trying to hold back my moans as he caressed my ass with both hands now. Each strike of the belt had caused me to clench tightly around the butt plug, making my ass even sorer. He seemed to take delight in tapping the end, making me writhe as his fingers wrapped in my hair.

He pushed my head down, and to my surprise, he started to push himself into my pussy. I could feel him filling more than before. I was tighter with the plug in, and I groaned. I could feel every vein along his cock as he fucked into me nice and slow, allowing me to get used to it. I clenched as he slapped my ass, making me cry out, muffling my protest in the silk sheets.

He started to thrust into me hard and fast the moment I started to relax. The way my breasts bounced against the silk sheets, made them harden even more. His fingers eventually untangled themselves from my hair, and he pulled me back against him with every thrust with his hands at my hips. His fingers dug in, threatening to bruise me. I pushed myself up enough to moan freely which he seemed to enjoy. I could feel him twitching inside of me. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer for him, and the thought pushed me over the edge.

I started to come, moaning out ‘Master’ as I did, which pushed him to fuck me harder. He leaned over me, pulling me up against him. I had my knee on the bed now, and my other foot on the ground, pushing me upward on tip toe as he continued to fuck me with hands groping my breasts. The force held me against his chest, and I bounced slightly with every thrust. He tweaked and pulled my nipples.

As I climaxed a second time, I could feel him starting to come deep inside of me, and I clenched around him. At the same time, I clenched around the plug, prolonging my own orgasm as he thrust through his own, finishing me off. He slowly released his grip on my nipples, but Master still held me tightly against him, as we both caught our breath. I don’t know what I was expecting when he was done. I groaned as he finally pulled out.

“You can sit on the bed.” He said breathlessly, almost caringly as I looked up at him, watching the deep rise and fall of his chest, the height of his orgasm still reverberating through him

“Sleep with me tonight.” He added, and I looked at him with surprise over my face. Like lovers? I thought, but I didn’t dare to voice the thought. I nodded softly, and then I started to blush. Sitting was starting to hurt my ass even more.

“May I…” I started, and he looked at me curious as I tried to come up with the right words. I was clearly embarrassed, and I shifted my weight, trying again.

“May I…” I started again. Realization dawned on him, causing him to smirk.

“May you what, my little slut?” He teased me.

“May I take the plug out.” I rushed out? “Master…” I added softly, and he chuckled.

“Leave it until morning.” He said, and I wanted to protest but the moment I opened my mouth to do so his eyes narrowed at me. I knew to keep my mouth shut, and I nodded. He finished undressing, and together we laid down to sleep. The silk sheets caressed my body, and I snuggled up against his warm chest. His cock was already hardening again against my ass, but he ignored it. It didn’t take me long to fall into a comfortable sleep.

Andrew: An Unexpected Visitor

Alina was taking a shower in her own room. I had yet to let her use my bathroom. I wanted it to be a fun, unique experience for her. I smirked, knowing she’d melt at the luxury of it all. With a small smirk, I shook my head, thinking to myself that it was going to be fun to play house with her until she was molded into just the right woman for me. That’s when my thoughts were interrupted. My phone began to ring, and I felt a chill go down my spine. Alina wasn’t ready to see anyone, and yet I knew that ringtone. It was Carlos, but I had no choice but to pick it up.

“What has you calling me? I told you that I’d be busy for another month or so.” I gritted out, keeping my voice civil.

“Yeah, yeah, but something has come up, Andrew. I need to see you. Now.” He said firmly, and I was about to protest, but I gritted my teeth.

“How soon will you be here?” I said coolly, and I could hear the arrogant smirk in what he said next.

“I’ll be there in less than five hours.” He said, and that’s when he hung up.

My heart was thudding in my chest. She isn’t ready. A little voice in my heads creamed, but I had to force myself to take a few deep breathes. I nodded a little to myself as I tapped my fingers on the side of my leg. Carlos won’t rat me out. He won’t hurt her, but I do owe him something for what he did last time. He’ll want to collect on that debt using Alina, and I can’t have that. I’m not the sharing type. Not with her. I thought to myself, trying to rationalize everything out.

If Carlos sees weakness, he’ll try to lure her into a sense of security around him. He was always good at playing the shining white night until the girl was alone with him. I can’t let that happen, I thought. Before I knew it, I was pacing, trying to figure out what to do. I could scare her into compliance, and yet that would make her run to that so-called white shining knight even more. I pondered my thoughts bitterly.

My mind was racing, and so I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to calm down. Five hours. It seemed like the clock was already ticking down way too quickly. With a deep breath, I looked at my options, forcing myself to sit down. There was something here I was missing. There was some obvious solution, and yet I couldn’t seem to grasp what it was. Every time I thought about Carlos getting his hands on Alina, panic seized me, and that wasn’t like me.

It irked me and bothered me deep down in a way that I didn’t want to admit to. I had always been possessive of the girls I kept before I let them go, but this was the first time I didn’t plan to let a girl go. I wasn’t ready to let Alina go, and I truly admittedly wasn’t able to. Not now. She knows too much. Carlos would argue we could just dispose of her. I was sure of that, but I couldn’t do that either.

Not even if she poses a threat to me, I thought. I was startled at how easily that thought came. Anger and frustration welled up inside of me, and it wasn’t as easy to push away this time. I looked over at my liquor cabinet, and I went over to it, grabbing a scotch glass and pouring some into it. I drank it down quickly before pouring another. I needed to relax and see the options I knew were clearly in front of me. In a panic, I could never think clearly. This was no different. I went to sit back down with my glass in hand, sipping at it this time as I once again reviewed the facts.

Alina: The Tables Turning