A Gift Named Dorothy Pt. 01

Her smirk was gone. Her bold demeaner was no longer there. For a moment, she looked almost...meek. But her look of weakness lasted only an instant. "Fine," she said simply. Still giving him eye contact, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and quickly pushed them down. In a controlled motion, she stepped out of her panties, reached down to grab them, and smacked them into his open hand. She crossed her arms impudently, waiting for what he would do next.

He scrunched the panties in his fist and held them up for her to look at. "You're going to hold these in your mouth all night, understand? You're not going to say a word, and you're going to let me sleep until I feel like getting out of bed. And then you can spit out your dirty underwear, and we'll go on about our day."

She didn't respond. She only glared at him defiantly. He pushed the panties to her lips. She kept her mouth closed while glowering at him, but eventually she let her lips open. He pushed them in. Her head bobbed slightly back and forth as he pushed bits of cloth into her mouth. They never broke eye contact.

When he was satisfied, he turned and walked to his room. He felt her follow him. They reached the bed, and he grabbed a pillow and tossed it to her. She caught it, still glowering at him with her panties stuffed in her mouth. He crawled in and made himself comfortable on one side. He felt her lay on the other side. He didn't care to look over to make sure she was comfortable. He closed his eyes, and it didn't take long for him to pass out.

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Snoring. The snoring woke him. The sound was soft, but the unfamiliar noise in his bed was enough to stir him from his sleep. He looked over at Dorothy. She was on her side facing him, mouth open with heavy breathing. He noticed the panties had dropped from her mouth and was crumpled next to her on the bed.

Jake rubbed his eyes. He almost got up to use the bathroom until the weight of the handcuff reminded him of his situation. He reached into his pocket. "Time to finally take these off," he thought to himself. Now free from the girl, he left his room to relieve himself.

After a couple minutes, Jake returned. He almost went back to his side of the bed but stopped himself. He looked at her, laying on her side. From this angle, she was turned away from him. Her long blonde hair was spread and jumbled over the pillow. His eyes wondered down her body and fixated on her naked ass. It was so round and beautiful. It was plump like a peach, and Jake couldn't help but imagine taking a bite. He walked towards her wanting to look closer. The way her body expanded up and down with her breathing was mesmerizing. He reached out and touched her side above her shirt. He felt her body rise and fall. Slowly, his hand wandered down and he felt the skin of her hip. He stopped a moment to see if she was still asleep. Her eyes were closed, and she continued breathing in the same manner. He fantasized about taking it to the next level. He wanted to slide his hand down further, feel her mound. Feel the hair around her bottom lips.

No. He couldn't. It wasn't right. He sighed to himself and took his hand away. As he was about to walk around the bed, her body slowly moved. She turned onto her back, and her eyes slowly opened.

"What are you doing?" she breathed, still waking up.

"Nothing," he said quickly. "Go back to sleep."

"It doesn't look like nothing," she said accusingly. She eyed him suspiciously. "I'm putting my pants back on, you creep." She looked over and noticed she was no longer cuffed. "I guess I'm free, huh?" She reached over to grab the scrunched panties by her side. He stopped her by grabbing her wrist firmly.

"I never said you were free," Jake said softly. He felt like a different person. He still couldn't believe he was saying these things. "You were supposed to keep those panties in your mouth all night."

Dorothy said nothing but kept her narrowed eyes on him.

"Don't move unless I say," Jake commanded, and he crawled over her to take the long chain of her handcuff. He straddled her and looped the chain through the bars of the bed's cheap headboard and pulled the other end through to cuff her other wrist. *clickclickclick* Both her hands were now cuffed to the bed, and she looked up at him. Jake couldn't help but think she was completely vulnerable now. He kept his hands gently on her arms and looked down into her eyes while still straddled on top of her.

"You were supposed to do whatever I want. I told you to keep the panties in your mouth. You didn't," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "They fell out while I slept. It was an accident."

Jake shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I don't think I can trust you. I think I have to keep you on this bed."

She said nothing and gave him a look. He kept eye contact with her and slowly brought his hands down to lightly grab her sides. He felt an excitement start to build. He had to ask. He had to say it out loud.

"Are you..." he started. "Are you really my slave?" The question seemed to affect her slightly. She turned her head slightly to the side but kept eyes on him.

"Anything I want," he said, almost to himself. He felt his penis start to get warm and hard. "The note said anything I want?"

She said nothing. His hands began to move underneath her shirt. Slowly pushing them up her body.

"What are your limits?" he asked again. She didn't respond earlier on the couch. He wanted an answer. She still said nothing.

Then something inside Jake changed. He made a decision. He was rock hard, and he wanted her. He got off her and started removing his clothes. She didn't watch him. She seemed to keep her eyes on the ceiling. He ripped off his shirt, he removed his pants, and he climbed back on the bed. He grabbed one of her thighs to spread her legs as he placed his body between them.

He reached down to grab his erection and guide it into her. Suddenly, doubt started to hit him. He looked at her again. She kept her eyes on the ceiling. He looked her over. He gazed over her naked pelvis, he looked at how her shirt had ridden up exposing her midriff, he looked at her arms spread and cuffed to the bed. She seemed so helpless.

He said it again. "What are your limits?" It came out quiet, almost supplicating.

Her eyes moved away from the ceiling to look at him. Her expression was almost blank but slightly mysterious. She still did not respond.

Jake was done waiting. He grabbed the crumpled panties and stuffed them in her mouth again. A small, startled sound came from her mouth as he forced them in. He then gripped his manhood and guided it to her pussy. He heard a soft, muffled moan from her as he penetrated her. He instantly felt her wetness. She squeezed her eyes shut, her neck extended back as she reacted to the pressure of his cock, and she whimpered as he pushed in. He pulled back a little. Her whimpering subsided some and her body seemed to relax a little. He pushed in again, slowly. This time, he shoved himself in all the way, and felt her warm, moist vaginal walls hug his entire phallus. He leaned forward and laid himself on top of her.

Her whole body was warm and relaxed. He rested his head over her shoulder and breathed in the scent of her neck. Even though she wore no perfume, her natural aroma was intoxicating. He began to thrust. It started slow but rhythmic. He could hear tiny moans through her panties as he pushed in and out. He brought his hands up to grab her upper arm and pressed them harder into the mattress as he humped faster. Soon her faint moans turned into muffled grunts as his hip smashed into her, but very quickly Jake felt pressure building. He knew he didn't have long. He swiftly brought himself up and removed himself from her sopping hole. Almost instantly, cum exploded out of him. It shot out of his cock and sprayed all over her stomach, hips, thighs, and her pubic mound. It shot out over and over again, and his body convulsed violently as he drenched her in his spunk.

Finally, the cum stopped spurting out and Jake was able to sigh and relax. As he began to breathe more slowly, he looked her over. She was watching him, and he saw the globs and rivulets of his sticky seed drench and tarnish her. He was suddenly struck with shame. He removed the panties from her mouth and without thinking he started wiping away the spunk covering her body.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he said, feeling embarrassed.

After a moment, she replied softly, "Why are you sorry?"

Jake couldn't bring himself to look her in the face. He continued mopping up the jizz from her stomach and pubes. And then, perhaps because he didn't want to answer her, perhaps he didn't want to hear what she might say next, or maybe it simply excited him, he brought the cum soaked panties back to her face. She seemed to widen her jaw as he shoved them in, accepting the fabric into her mouth. They made eye contact briefly, and Jake couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her mind.

With the panties back between her lips, Jake stood up, trying not to look at Dorothy. He put his clothes back on and shuffled out the door and back to the living room. He fell onto the couch and looked at the TV screen. With the device turned off, Jake was able to look at himself through the black reflection of the screen's glass. He imagined Dorothy laying in the next room, shackled to his bed, and tasting the bitter flavor of his semen on her tongue all night long. He focused on the dark image of himself and drifted into an uneasy slumber.