Hotel Fun

Chapter 1 The Pink Dress

I started getting ready for him.

I chose a pink shirt dress, soft and innocent at first glance, but when I buttoned it just right, it hinted at the sinful things I wanted him to do to me. The collar framed my throat perfectly. I left the top undone for a teasing peek of cleavage, the hem fastened just a few inches above my knees. Sexy enough to whisper secrets without shouting them.

Underneath: matching pink bra and thong. Knowing he'd see them made my thighs press together. I was wet before he even touched me.

He picked me up at my hotel.

Dinner was a small, dimly lit restaurant that matched our mood.. intimate, delicious, charged with secret glances and the promise of more. Between bites and playful talk, his fingers wandered, my arm, my leg, the back of my neck. Each touch made me shiver closer to him.

His palm rested on my thigh over the dress. He caught my eyes and murmured, "This isn't right."

Then, slowly, under the table, he unbuttoned my dress.

In the middle of that dark restaurant, I let him bare me inch by inch until he stopped two inches shy of my pussy.

"Mmhmm. That's better," he said, and kissed me deep.

My pussy clenched around nothing, aching for his hand to slip lower. I kissed him back, greedy, breathless. I wanted him to rip the dress off right there, bend me over the table, and fuck me senseless.

But he made me wait.

Dinner ended.

He led me out, my undone dress brushing bare thighs in the night air. In the parking garage, he pressed me against the car, his lips fierce, his hands claiming my ass under the hem. He unbuttoned more, up to my navel, heat crackling between us. I would've let him take me right there, bent over the hood, moaning his name.

He stopped.

Arms around me, he pinned me tight against his body, his cock hard under his jeans, grinding into my stomach. I pressed back, desperate. He caught my lip between his teeth and tugged gently.

I wanted him to see how ready I was.

He opened the car door. I slid in, dress falling open, panties on full display.

He got behind the wheel, one hand on my thigh. Maddeningly close, but never touching where I needed him most. Every time I shifted, he moved just out of reach.

"Where to?" he asked.

"My hotel," I whispered.

At the hotel, he opened my door. I reached to fix my dress. He shook his head.

"No."

He wanted me exposed.

I let him lead me through the lobby, my dress parting with each step.. flashing pink silk and bare skin.

I felt every pair of eyes on me.

And I loved it.

In the elevator, we ran into a couple who knew him.

He introduced me, casual, calm, while his arm snuck behind my back, pulling my dress wider, showing them exactly how little I wore. I felt wicked and beautiful. Their smiles only made me wetter.

At my room, he pushed me against the door before it even closed.

His mouth crashed onto mine. Hands trapped mine above my head. He ground his cock against my soaked panties.

He pulled back just enough to order:

"Lose the panties, Charlie."

I obeyed. Slid them down. Stepped out. Exposed myself for him.

He unbuttoned the rest of my dress, letting it fall. Bra, gone. Heels, gone.

Naked and trembling, I reached for his belt.

He caught my wrist.

"On your knees. Suck my cock."

The way he said it made my whole body hum.

I knelt, freed his thick cock, licked the head with a moan, then wrapped my lips around him. I sucked, slow and deep, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn't reach. His growl made my pussy throb.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I love your cock."

"What do you want to do with it?"

"Anything. Everything."

"Mmhmm. Good girl."

I worshipped him with my mouth until he dragged me up by my hair, kissed me rough, then growled,

"Hands and knees."

I obeyed, heart pounding.

I felt the fat head of his cock tease my slit, slow, maddening. He spread my wetness from clit to ass, back and forth, just enough to make me whimper.

"Please... please fuck me. Stop teasing. Fill my pussy."

With a sharp thrust, he buried himself inside me.

I screamed his name as my orgasm ripped through me, squirting around his cock, my body jerking as he fucked me harder. Relentless. He made me come again. And again. My pussy milked him for every drop.

"What do I get, Charlie?"

"Anything. I'm yours."

His answer was more thrusts, deeper, harder, until I shattered again.

"I'm gonna cum." He growled

"Yes baby, cum with me, fill me up..."

He drove deep and spilled inside me.

Heat flooded my pussy as another orgasm burst through me. My body clenching around his cock.

He lifted me onto the bed, kissed every inch of me, starting at my neck, then my breasts, belly, before he settled between my thighs and made me come on his tongue until I was boneless and dizzy.

When I could move again, I climbed on top of him, guided his cock back inside me.

I rode him slow, savoring every thick inch, watching his face twist with pleasure. His hands on my ass, mine on his chest, we moved together until I felt him swell again.

I whispered:

"Cum for me. Make me yours again..."

He did.

We did.

And when it was over, I curled into his chest, completely satisfied.

Perfect.

Chapter 2 -- Parking Lot Games

Tonight, I've decided to surprise you with a few things we've talked about but haven't tried... until now.

After grabbing drinks from the coffee shop, I pick you up and drive straight to what I fondly call our parking lot.

Once we park and slide into the back of the van, I smile sweetly and purr:

"I want to try something... take off all your clothes and put this blindfold on, please."

You grin at me, that grin that makes my pussy ache and quickly strip bare. You lay back, legs spread, slipping the blindfold over your eyes.

I kneel between your legs, hands gliding up your thighs, squeezing, scratching, teasing every sensitive inch.

Your soft moan lights a fire in me.

I press my lips to yours--slow, then deeper, slipping my tongue inside to taste you. I bite your bottom lip and moan.

You answer with a low growl that makes my nipples harden.

I move to your neck, nibbling, kissing, then down to your nipples. I suck one into my mouth, tugging gently with my teeth.

Then I reach for my secret weapon: the Wartenberg wheel.

I drag the spiked wheel across your nipple. Your whole body tenses.

"Fuckkk..."

I roll it slowly down your chest while in my other hand, I press an ice cube to your other nipple.

You arch into it, gasping.

I pull the ice away and replace it with my hot mouth, sucking until you curse again.

Then I trail the melting ice over your abs, down your thighs. I hover it between your legs, brushing your balls, making your hips jerk.

Smirking, I slide the cube up the thick length of your cock, letting it melt down your shaft as I stroke you with my free hand.

I lean in and take your balls in my mouth, wet and warm.

"Charlie... please..."

The plea breaks my resolve.

I drop the ice and swallow your cock deep, moaning around you, my lips and tongue working every inch.

I cup your balls, suck harder, feel you twitch on my tongue.

But I want more.

I crawl into your lap, straddle you, and rub your swollen cock against my dripping pussy. Then ever so slowly, I lower myself onto you.

You don't realize it yet but I've hidden a few ice cubes inside my pussy.

The shocking contrast of my hot, tight cunt and that icy chill drives you wild.

You groan.

I roll my hips to make the ice shift inside me.

"Fuckkk... I'm gonna cum..."

"Good," I whisper. "Cum for me, baby. Fill me up."

You do.

Your release triggers mine, my tight cunt milking you, body pulsing as I collapse against your chest.

You finally rip off the blindfold, you're grinning up at me and say "We are definitely doing that again,"

I kiss your lips and whisper:

"Next time, I'm bringing more ice..."

Chapter 3 -- Mirror Game

You're already trembling when you unlock the hotel door.

Your collar is on, purple, soft leather against your throat, the O-ring catching the light as you lower your eyes and step inside.

Sir follows behind you, silent. Watching. Measuring.

The room is dim, but mirrors are everywhere, floor-length along the closet, on the wall and mounted above the bed. There is one separate propped in the corner.

You didn't notice at first.

Now you see it was all prepared. For you.

"Strip," he says, voice like velvet-drenched thunder.

You obey.

Your clothes fall away in slow, reverent movements. Every inch of skin revealed feels sacred, because he's watching, because you are watching. The mirror reflects your own wide eyes, parted lips, flushed skin.

You kneel.

Not because he said so but because it's yours. This pose. This devotion. This surrender.

Sir walks behind you, trailing fingers up your spine. The O-ring lifts slightly when he tugs on it, just enough for your breath to catch.

"You see yourself?" he whispers.

"Yes, Sir."

"Then watch. Everything I do to you... you watch."

He steps into view, still fully clothed, calm, in command.

You're naked. Vulnerable. Drenched.

Slowly. He smiles.

"Good slut."

Your pussy clenches.

He circles you, and when he stands behind again, you feel something silk, like a ribbon, looping through your O-ring.

"I want you to feel owned."

You whimper. "I do, Sir."

"You're about to feel broken in."

He pulls.

Your back arches. Your breath sharpens. The ribbon tightens deliciously just enough to remind you who you belong to.

And then..

SMACK.

His palm lands on your ass, and the sound is sharp in the quiet room. You moan, knees trembling, body swaying.

In the mirror, you watch your own cheeks jiggle from the impact. Your face flush. Your lips fall open.

Another slap. And another.

By the fourth, your thighs are wet. Your eyes are glassy with want.

Sir kneels beside you.

He wraps one arm around your waist, the other between your thighs. His fingers find your clit, just barely grazing it.

"Watch your face," he says.

You do.

You watch yourself gasp. Cry out. Shake.

He doesn't let you look away.

"Look how fucking desperate you are for me."

"Yes, Sir, please, please"

"You're so beautiful when you beg."

"I'll do anything".

"I know."

He pushes two fingers inside you. You nearly collapse.

In the mirror, your body rocks against his hand. Your collar bounces with every thrust. Your mouth is open in a silent scream.

He pulls out. Stands up.

"Hands on the mirror. Ass out. I want to see that look in your eyes when I fuck you."

You obey, legs shaking.

You grip the cool glass, press your forehead against your reflection. Your eyes meet your own. Wild. Ravished. Owned.

And then he's inside you.

One hard thrust and you scream.

The mirror shakes with each stroke. You watch yourself unravel, mouth open, eyes rolling, body jerking as he slams into you again and again.

Your knees buckle. He holds your hips.

"Say it," he grunts.

"I'm yours Sir. Fuckkkkk, I'm your good little slut."

"And?"

"I want everyone to see. I want them to know I'm yours."

"Good girl."

His hand wraps around your throat from behind, holding you upright, forcing you to keep watching yourself fall apart.

You're so close.

So fucking close.

"Not yet," he growls.

"Hold it. You cum when I say. Or you don't cum at all."

Your legs are trembling. Your cunt clenches around him, desperate, needy, soaking him.

Then he growls in your ear.

"Cum, Charlie."

You scream.

Your body explodes, hips jerking, legs giving out. You collapse against the mirror, soaking the floor, sobbing with release. He follows still deep inside you, moaning as he cums with you, filling you, grinding his cock into your spasming cunt.

You stay there.

Breathing. Shaking. Watching yourself pant and whimper in the glass.

When he pulls out, he lifts you like you weigh nothing.

Places you on the bed.

And kneels beside you.

He kisses your collar. Your lips. Your belly. Then he crawls between your thighs and starts again.

Because Sir isn't done worshipping what's his.

Begging, breathless, still dripping from the first round, just how I like you.

You're limp on the bed, legs still twitching, thighs soaked with cum, mine and yours. Your cheek rests against the blanket, your collar warm against your neck.

I don't speak.

I devour you.

My hands spread your ass, my mouth latches onto your pussy like I've been starved for days. You scream. You try to get away, but there's nowhere to run, not from this, not from me.

You taste like surrender. Like sex. Like home.

I hold you down and eat you until your thighs shake again. Until your moans turn to sobs. Until your body forgets everything but this pleasure.

And then I stop.

Not because you're done.

Because I want to hear you beg again.

I pull you up by your collar, guide you to the mirror. Your legs are jelly, your eyes dazed. I stand behind you, hard again, cock glistening. You lean against the glass, breasts pressed flat, breath fogging the surface.

"Say it," I whisper.

"Say what, Sir?"

"What you see."

You swallow.

"I see your little slut. Owned. Worshipped. Drenched.

"And?"

"I see your cum on my thighs. I see my face when I break. I see what you do to me."

"Good girl."

I press the tip of my cock between your cheeks, but don't slide in yet. I want you to feel it. The pressure. The possibility. The control.

I slide my hand down your front, fingers finding your clit.

"Do you want to cum again?"

You nod.

"Then tell me something true. Something raw."

You shiver. Your voice breaks.

"I used to think I had to be in control to be strong... but when you use me like this... when you Own me in front of myself... I feel more powerful than I ever have."

I smile.

And thrust into your soaked cunt with no warning.

Your scream echoes off the walls.

You slam your palms against the mirror for balance as I fuck you, hard, fast, deep. Your breasts bounce. Your thighs quake. The slap of skin on skin is filthy, and in the reflection, you watch yourself unravel all over again.

Your voice cracks:

"Please, Sir, please let me cum"

"Not yet."

"I'll do anything Sir, please, I can't"

"You can. You will. Watch yourself hold it."

You do. Barely. Your legs trembling. Your moans are ragged.

My fingers wrap around your collar and I pull, gently but firmly.

Your hips buck back against me. You're right on the edge.

"Cum for me. Show the mirror what you look like when you fall apart for me."

You explode.

Your orgasm hits like lightning, screaming, shuddering, soaking the floor. Your nails scrape the mirror. Your eyes roll back. You cum so hard you nearly collapse again.

I stay buried in you as I cum a second time, groaning your name in your ear, filling your overflowing pussy.

We stay there, still, shaking, soaked in sweat and need.

Then I whisper "Look at yourself. You'll never doubt what you are again."

And when you see your reflection, wrecked, wild, glistening with sex, you smile. Because you've never looked more powerful.

Chapter 4 -- Denial. Degradation. Devotion.

"You're going to do exactly as I say," I murmur, standing behind you. "No matter what I do to you, or how badly you want to cum, your only answer is?"

Your voice is already trembling. "Y-yes, Sir."

I blindfold you.

Tie your wrists behind your back.

Press two fingers between your thighs and feel how soaked you are already.

"Desperate slut," I whisper. "Already dripping just from rules?"

"Yes, Sir."

I guide you to your knees on the bedlegs wide, back arched, pussy exposed and aching.

Your collar is on.

The leash is tied to the headboard.

You're not going anywhere.

My voice is calm. Gentle even.

"I'm going to take you. Slowly... One inch at a time. And all you'll do is say 'yes, Sir.' Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

I press the vibrator to your clit on the lowest setting. You gasp.

I don't let it linger.

I pull it away just as your hips start to buck.

"Tease me," I say. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock, Sir. I want to cum for you. I want you to use me until I break."

"Such a good little whore. Say it again."

"I want you to break me, Sir."

I press the vibrator back to your clit but this time, turn it up a notch. You moan, thighs shaking already.

"Are you going to cum?"

"No, Sir," you gasp.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Beg."

"Please, Sir. Please let me cum. I'll be so good, I'll take anything, please, I need.."

I rip the vibrator away and slap your ass.

Hard.

You cry out. Your knees shake.

"Good girl. You're learning."

I slide two fingers into your dripping cunt, curling them just right. Your back arches, mouth open, a guttural moan escaping you.

"Fuckkkkk yes, Sir please"

"You close?"

"Yes, Sir."

I stop.

Pull out.

Lick your wetness from my fingers slowly.

"You don't get to cum yet. You haven't earned it."

You nod.

"Thank you, Sir."

"You're my toy."

"Yes, Sir."

"My cum dump."

"Yes, Sir."

"My pretty little hole to fill, again and again, no matter how much you beg."

"Yes, Sir."

Every filthy name I call you makes your pussy clench harder. Every "yes, Sir" that leaves your lips makes me harder.

I slap your cunt once, lightly.

Then again, sharper.

You gasp then moan.

"You like being treated like this?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You like being my good little slut?"

"Yes, Sir."

I slide my cock between your soaked lips, just the tip.

Push in an inch. Pull out.

Do it again. And again.

Every time you push back, I stop.

"Please Sir, please fuck me, please"

"Say it again."

"Please fuck me, Sir. Please fill your slut, use your toy, I need it so fucking bad"

I snap the leash. Grab your hips and slam into you. You scream my name. I fuck you hard. Fast. Deep. Your blindfold slips from the force.

Your body jerks with every thrust.

And just as your orgasm builds, I pull out. "No," I say. "Not yet."

You sob but through the tears, you still whisper, "Yes, Sir."

I press the vibrator back to your clit, this time at full strength. Your whole body shakes. You try to pull away, but I hold you down.

"Don't cum," I say. "Not yet," I add. I watch you tremble on the edge for thirty long seconds.

And finally, when your moans turn to cries, I growl "Now. Let go. Cum for me, slut."

You shatter.

Your scream fills the room as your body convulses, squirting around nothing, falling forward as your orgasm crashes through you.

You don't even realize I'm inside you again until I'm deep, throbbing, grinding into your oversensitive cunt as you cry from pleasure.

I fuck you harder.

"Say it," I growl.

"I'm Yours. I'm Your good girl. Your fuck toy. Yours Sir, Yours"

I explode inside you, filling you again, cumming deep while gripping your collar tight.

When it's over, you collapse in my arms, boneless, soaked, spent.

I hold you. Stroke your hair. Untie your wrists. Kiss your temple. "You did so well, babygirl."

You whisper back, weak and glowing.

"Thank you, Sir."

Chapter 5 -- The Altar

You kneel in the center of the room, naked except for your purple collar. Candles burn around you, dozens of them. The scent of wax and smoke thickens the air. Shadows flicker across the walls like dancing spirits. At your feet: the altar. Dark wood, velvet padding, rings for the rope, a chalice of water. And me, watching you like a god ready to take his offering.

"Get on," I say.

You crawl up, trembling, thighs slick already.

You lie on your back, arms spread above your head. Your eyes don't leave mine.

I take the rope.

Soft. Strong. Black as ink.

One wrist. Then the other.

Each ankle.

Tied open. Exposed. Sacred.

"You know what this is?"

"My altar, Sir."

"No, baby. Mine. You're the altar now. You're where I pray. Where I worship. Where I destroy."

Your breath catches.

And I begin.

I trace symbols on your belly in warm wax, sigils of surrender. I whisper them into your skin as I drip them down your breasts. You moan when the wax lands on your nipples. You scream when I flick it off with the tip of my riding crop.

"You're going to take everything," I say.

"Yes, Sir."

"And when I say stop, you beg me not to."

"Yes, Sir."

I push two fingers into your cunt, slowly.

You try to grind down.

I slap your pussy.

Hard.

You gasp. But your eyes roll back.

"Tell me who you belong to."

"You, Sir. Always."

Rope biting into your thighs, your wrists. A belt wrapped around your waist like a harness. My cock buried in your mouth, your throat taking me while your eyes water beautifully. I call you a filthy whore. You whisper, "Your whore Sir."

I fuck you hard, without mercy, while you're tied down, drenched in sweat, wax, and devotion. You scream for me. Cry for me.

And I don't stop. I press my hand to your throat. Your cunt clenches.

I thrust faster.

"Sir, I can't"

"You can."

"I'm going to"

"No."

I stop. You sob, shaking, aching, needy.

"Please let me cum. Please, I need to"

"You need nothing. You want everything. And that's what I'll give you.

When I'm ready."

I pound into you so deep you forget your own name. When I growl "Now"You explode.

You cum so hard your back lifts off the altar. Your body convulses. Your mouth opens in a silent scream.

I cum with you, deep inside, spilling like a final blessing.

And then I kneel at the edge of the altar.

My voice in your ear: "You were perfect babygirl. You were Mine."

You whisper:

"Thank you, Sir."

Chapter 6 -- Destroy Me

The ropes are tighter tonight.

Not just restraint, command.

Your wrists are bound to the headboard. Ankles spread wide, tied off to each side. A second rope circles your waist, looping under your thighs, locking you open. Your cunt is exposed, throbbing, Mine.

And your collar?

Tugged forward just enough to make you feel that you belong here. On your back. Vulnerable. Craving. I step closer.

You can't touch me.

Can't pull me in.

Can't make me go faster.

You can only take it.

Your breath catches.

Not from fear. From need.

I don't start with softness tonight. I start with my belt.

One crack across the inside of your thigh. You scream.

Not in pain... not exactly.

In release. Your body finally letting go of the weight it's been carrying.

"Again?" I ask.

"Yes, Sir."

Another strike. And another.

Your skin blooms red, marked for me. Every moan you give is worship.

I kneel between your legs, my mouth so close to your cunt you can feel my breath, but I don't touch.

"Say it."

"Please Sir, make me Yours. I need it."

"You think you're ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

I drag my tongue slowly up your thigh. Your hips jerk. I slap your pussy.

"Still."

You go still. I press the tip of the dildo against your tight hole. Not in. Just pressure.

Just promise. Your cunt clenches around nothing.

Your legs tremble. I lean in close, voice dark and low.

"You don't get my cock until you've earned it. You want to be Mine? You take this first."

I press the toy inside you. I fuck you with it, slow at first, then fast, holding your hips down as you try to escape the pressure and stretch and raw need.

"You're close aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir... please"

"No."

I stop. You sob. But your hips are still twitching forward, trying to take more. I straddle your chest. Grip your jaw.

"Open."

You do.

I fuck your throat just enough to feel the tight squeeze.

Just enough to hear you gag and moan at once. I pull back, wipe the tears from your face with my thumb.

"You're doing so well."

I slide down. Line myself up.

And slam into your pussy.

You scream. Your body arches. The ropes hold you open. I fuck you deep, rough, relentless. I grab your collar. Tug it.

"You don't cum until I tell

you."

You nod, gasping and moaning. Your pussy grips me so tight I can barely move. You're shaking.

"Please Sir, I need it, I'm gonna.."

"You cum when I say. And I'm not done using you."

I fuck you harder. The headboard slams. The ropes strain. Your moan turns to a sob. Your tears fall freely.

Your whole body trembles beneath me. I slow down and whisper into your mouth:

"Now."

You explode. You scream my name. You squirt. You collapse. I keep fucking you through it, grunting as I cum deep inside you, grinding my cock against your spasming pussy until we're both spent.

I untie you one knot at a time.

Cradle you to my chest. Press a kiss to your forehead.

And whisper:

"You're safe. I've got you. You're mine."

And all you can do is sigh.

"Thank you, Sir."

Chapter 7 -- Obey Me

You're standing in front of the bed. Naked. Your collar on. Your skin still bears the marks from the altar, the bruises, the scratches, the wax burns that make you feel owned even days later.

But tonight, there's no rope.

No bindings. Just my voice.

And the rule: You do not move unless I tell you to.

I sit back in the chair, legs spread, eyes locked on you.

My cock is hard already.

Because nothing turns me on more than your submission without force.

"Touch your breasts," I say.

You do.

"Slap them."

You slap them. Once, Twice.

Your nipples stiffen.

Your thighs press together.

"Good girl, kneel, slowly."

You slowly drop to your knees, eyes on mine the whole way down. I unzip my pants. Just enough to tease you with the sight of my cock, thick, twitching, ready.

"Crawl."

You crawl forward. Obedient. Beautiful. Every sway of your hips deliberate. Every breath shaky.

"Stop."

You freeze, halfway to me.

"Sit up. Legs apart. Hands behind your back."

You move without a word.

Your pussy glistens. Your breath shutters.

"Now beg."

"Please, Sir... please let me taste you. Please let me serve you. I need to feel you on my tongue, I'll be such a good girl for you"

"You already are babygirl."

I stand. Step close. But I don't let you touch me. Not yet. I reach down. Stroke your cheek. Then my fingers dip into your mouth. You suck them greedily.

"You'll get my cock when I say. Right now, you're going to fuck yourself for me."

I step back.

"Get on the bed."

You climb up slowly.

"Lie on your back. Legs wide."

You obey.

"Now... show me how you make yourself cum. But keep your eyes on me the entire time."

You reach between your thighs, fingers circling your clit. Your moans fill the room.

You're soaked. Desperate. Wild-eyed. But still...

You obey. You don't look away.

"Faster."

You moan louder.

"Harder."

You cry out.

"You close?"

"Yes, Sir.. please, fuckkkkk I'm right there"

"Stop."

You scream in frustration. Your hand flies away. You're shaking. Your pussy twitches. Your thighs tremble.

"Please let me finish for you Sir.. please"

"No."

I walk to the bed, climb over you and straddle your chest.

Looking down into your lust filled eyes.

"You don't get to cum, Not yet."

I slide two fingers into you, hard. Your body bucks.

You choke on a scream.

I fuck you with my fingers until your legs kick, your cunt spasms, your throat moans broken syllables.

"Sir, please... I'll do anything.. please"

"Then do it."

I slide my cock into your mouth. You take it, tears falling, moans rising.

"Don't you dare cum," I whisper.

You nod. You choke. You worship. When I pull out, I'm panting. Sweating. Ready to break.

"Now," I groan.

And you explode. One word. Permission. Your body shatters. You scream around nothing. Cum floods the sheets. Your eyes roll back. Your thighs try and close on instinct, but I hold them open, make you feel every second of your climax.

I follow you. With one sharp thrust, I'm inside you. And I cum. Hard. Deep. Growling your name.

We collapse. Breathless.

Burning. Bound by nothing...

Except obedience.

Chapter 8 -- Mine

You're already shaking when I drag you to the edge of the bed. You're not bound, but you don't move. Because you don't need to be restrained anymore. You know your place.

"Whose are you?" I ask.

"Yours, Sir."

I slap your ass. You whimper.

"Louder."

"YOURS, SIR."

"Good fucking girl."

I bend you over the edge.

One hand presses between your shoulder blades, the other between your thighs.

You're soaked...

I don't ease in. I slam inside you with one thrust deep and brutal. You cry out. But you don't pull away. Because you're Mine.

Your cunt takes everything I give, no matter how hard, no matter how deep. I fuck you with purpose. Not just to make you cum. Not just to use you. To remind you...

Of who.

You.

Fucking.

Belong.

To.

"You don't cum until I do."

"Yes, Sir."

I tighten my grip on your hair and pull. Your back arches beautifully.

"Open your mouth."

I spit on my fingers.

Then slide them inside your ass. You scream. I fuck your pussy harder while my fingers stretch you.

"You're gonna take both."

"Yes, Sir."

"Say it again."

"Yes, Sir, I'll take everything."

"That's my babygirl."

I pull out. Line myself up.

Push my cock into your soaked, cunt again. And my fingers? Still inside you.

You moan. Your legs are shaking. Your arms give out.

You collapse onto the bed.

I flip you. Mount you.

"Eyes open."

You blink.

"Say it."

"I'm yours, Sir."

"Again."

"I. Am. Yours."

I fuck you so hard the headboard slams. Your tits bounce. Your mouth is open.

Your throat raw from moaning.

"Cum for me."

You explode. Your whole body clenches, thrashes, gives. You cry out like a woman possessed. I cum with you, groaning your name, pumping my release deep inside you until your pussy can't take anymore.

We collapse together. Your body a mess of cum, bruises, tears, and sweat. You smile.

Because this is the most free you've ever felt.

I pull you into my arms.

Press my lips to your forehead.

"You're mine, babygirl."

And you whisper...

"Forever, Sir."