Chained Pt. 04

The scream that finally tore from Mistress' throat was paired with a gush of liquid from her pussy that initially caught Toy off guard -- though she did her best swallow even as she continued to punish the exhausted woman's clit. A spasm ran through Mistress, her whole body shuddering with the intensity. It was followed by a second, then a third -- each coming as Toy lashed her tongue across her slit.

Her breathing was ragged and short when Toy finally felt Mistress' fingers in her hair again as the woman pulled her free from her abused pussy. Toy released her hold and Mistress collapsed exhausted, her body curling up protectively as her breathing steadied.

The woman was soon asleep and Toy crept out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her, before padding down the hall towards Sir's bedroom.

Chapter Thirty-Seven:

Sir lounged on the large bed reading when Toy gently knocked at the doorframe. He looked up, greeting her with a smile and patting the bed for her to come and sit. Toy crossed the room and crawled onto the bed, cuddling close.

"My sister's all taken care of?"

"Sleeping soundly," she agreed with a smile.

"Good girl," he praised. "So, how did you find your time with Mistress?"

Toy shifted as she considered her answer. Mistress had pushed her boundaries and she'd learned a lot about herself in the process, so in some ways she really appreciated the woman's ministrations. But on the flip side, she'd also been brutal and harsh, and the thought of being permanently in the woman's care scared the hell out of her. She said as much to Sir.

"Yep, that pretty much sums up my sister," he agreed with a laugh. "So, lets talk about you, you seem different from the woman who handcuffed me to my own bed and wrecked my car trying to leave?"

Toy tensed as she found herself wondering where this conversation was going.

"I...," she began uncertainly, "I'm not sure what you want me to say, Sir."

"Just tell me what you're thinking. We'll work it out from there."

She swallowed harshly as she attempted to gather the maelstrom of emotions and thoughts.

"Well," she finally began, deciding that she had nothing left to lose. "I hate that you bought me. I hate that my mother sold me to you. And, I really hate that you're holding me prisoner!" She paused and waited for him to react, she was disappointed. He simply sat, watching, waiting for her to continue. She couldn't hold his gaze and she found herself looking at the bedding as she continued, tears welling up in her eyes. "And most of all," she said barely more than a whisper. "I hate myself. I hate myself for reacting, for getting turned on and aroused, for climaxing," she looked up again a tear running down her cheek, "For wanting more."

His eyes held sympathy and kindness as he gently wiped the tear from her face, she found herself subconsciously leaning into his touch and he smiled.

"Feels good to get that out, doesn't it?"

She nodded simply and he smiled reassuringly.

"Part of me is tempted to give you options," he began. "To make deals with you, offer you rewards in exchange for you submission. Hell, that's why I picked up this University booklet," he gestured to the paper he'd set aside. She looked on in surprise at his admission, her brain already toying with the idea of what she'd be willing to give up and how much it was worth to her. The thoughts raced through her head, disorganized and confused.

"But," he added. "Another part of me is screaming that that is absolutely the wrong thing to do," he gave her a small smile. "You see Toy, you're not the only one who finds themselves conflicted. But," he continued, his eyes hardening with his resolve. "I think I'm going to have to go on instinct here. And instinct is pretty clear... You. Are. Mine."

Toy was stunned by the thrill those three words sent through her. She refused to admit it out loud -- hell she was barely willing to admit it to herself -- but she couldn't deny it either.

"Now then," he said as he got up and used Toy's collar to pull her to her feet. She stared at him, paralyzed by the tone of command in his voice. "Get your ass down to the playroom. I'll be down shortly to fuck you!"

It took a moment for his words to register and he frowned.

"Go!" he snapped. SMACK! Her ass stung and her heart skipped a beat as he punctuated his command with a slap to her bare ass.

She hurried out of the room.

Chapter Thirty-Eight:

He took his time before joining Toy in the playroom. He wanted to ensure that she had no idea how eager he was to have her and also knew that making her wait was its own form of domination.

When he finally arrived he was pleased to find her kneeling in the middle of the room, her head bowed submissively as she waited for him. A little tingle of excitement flowed through his body. He'd hoped he and his sister had managed to wear her down, had managed to get her to the point where she'd accept her place. Not every one would, not every one was wired that way, but he had an instinct about such things. That coupled with the research he'd done before purchasing her had paid off -- you never really knew until it happened.

She waited for him quietly as he stripped off his clothes. Not a word was spoken between them as he crossed the room and stood in front of her, lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. She blushed at the hunger she saw reflected in his and her gaze slid down his body to his semi-hard cock. Her pink tongue wetting her lips in anticipation sent a spasm through his shaft and she leaned forward to kiss his hardening member.

The feel of her lips and tongue on the head of his cock was irresistible and he pulled her towards him sliding further into her mouth, shivering as her teeth raked across his sensitive flesh. She sucked and teased, nipped and licked as he slid in and out of her hungry mouth. When he plunged his cock roughly down her throat, she gagged as he released. He watched her reactions curiously as she took a moment to catch her breath before going back to work on his shaft. A small smile crossed his lips, he'd expected at least a flicker of defiance and instead she was eagerly devouring him.

He plunged deeply again, holding the back of her head briefly, before releasing. Tears accompanied the gagging this time but she didn't pause. Her hands clenched his hips as she pulled him into her mouth, swallowing as much of him as she could as her chin slapped against his balls before she drew away. Her lips were gorgeous around his thick shaft as she bobbed up and back along his cock. As he watched, he found her looking back up at him with watering eyes that shouted her excitement -- he almost came right then.

Stamina and self-control held him in good stead and he held off that sudden urge, pulling away for her with a pop. She gave a questioning look but still held her tongue, as he pulled her to the table and laid her back.

His hands roughly clawed at her naked breasts as he kneaded the sensitive flesh before pinching her hardening nipples. She moaned at the treatment, her eyes rolling back as he twisted and abused those nubs.

Pushing her legs up and apart he stared for a moment at the folds of her labia, those lips glistened with her arousal -- plump and full they begged for attention. Kneeling, his mouth found her clit and he sucked her between his teeth holding the pressure as she moaned aloud in surprise and arousal. Releasing briefly to drink the sweet juices flowing so freely from between her lips, his senses were filled with her. He found her clit again and pulled her hard against his mouth as she arched her back and clawed at the table, her breathing taking a ragged quality. His world narrowed, as he lost himself in the taste and texture of her sex. She groaned and writhed as he devoured her pussy.

His own hardness, his own need for release became urgent. As wonderful as she tasted he needed to be in her, he needed to take her. Standing, his hands ran up her body roughly massaging her flesh and closing on her breasts, as he moved closer his cock extending wide and hard from his pelvis, pre-cum dripping from its head. Her pussy was dripping wet from her arousal as he lined his cock head up with her slit.

That first thrust split her wide, his balls slapping against her ass as she screamed out her climax. He plunged into her again and again, each thrust trying to delve deeper than the last. She writhed like an animal in heat and he had to release her breasts and grab her hips to stop her from pulling away. He fucked her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Each thrust coming faster than the last as he neared his own climax.

But he wanted one last thing and he pulled free of her pussy with a pop. She was literally pouring juices from her slit, everything slick and incredibly lubricated as he lined himself up with her puckered rosebud and slammed his cock into her ass. The scream could have woken the dead but he gave her no recovery. In and out, then slammed back in. The pressure against his shaft was exquisite. By the third stroke he was done. He came harder than he'd ever come before. Jet after jet pumped into her perfect ass as he filled her. Her muscles clamped and released against him, drawing every drop of his semen.

She lay exhausted on the table -- her chest heaving as her breathing began to slow and her body began to relax. Both of them were bathed in sweat. He was beginning to soften and he pulled out, the discharge from his climax running down the crack of her ass.

As tired as she was, her eyes followed him as he circled around until he could lean in close to kiss her.

"You," he said with a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Are," he kissed her nose. "Mine," he finished with a passionate kiss on her lips, her hand reaching up to cradle his head.

He broke the kiss and pulled back looking her in the eyes.

"I am yours," she whispered as she pulled him back into a kiss.

The End