The Bookshelf Vol. 01: James Bondage

I was a fuck toy. And I loved it.

"Use me, Damien," I whispered, still slightly hoarse.

"What?" my owner paused for a heartbeat, but then decided that wasn't nearly appropriate and began fucking me anew, making me speak up to be heard.

"USE ME!" I wasn't trying to scream, but it seemed as though my voice didn't have a middle setting anymore. It was either too quiet...or loud enough for everyone to hear. Oh, well. "USE ME, DAMIEN! USE MY ASS! COME INSIDE OF ME! INSIDE MY ASS! COME IN MY ASS! ...Please?"

My owner made a noise, and he paused again. I couldn't tell, for a split second, if he was laughing or choking or...no. He was coming. Balls gently spasming up against my clit, cock swelling and then shooting hot Damien deep inside my...Damien Deep inside me...deep...

I thought I was going to pass out. I saw my vision starting to waver, and I honestly thought somehow I had been fucked unconscious (again?!?), but before I could do more than whisper "no..." I was suddenly alone -- bereft of cock. At least I can enjoy that cum inside me for a little longer, I thought almost incoherently.

And then, my shoulders suddenly hurt. And then, the world flipped over.

Or rather, I flipped over. My suddenly-unbound arms flopped at my side, entirely asleep and useless, as my owner flipped me -- using my head as a fulcrum. Damien lifted my entire body up over my head and somehow gently set me down on my back, with my cum-dripping rosebud pointing directly out the window toward the crowd. I was far too far gone to be embarrassed about it. I doubt at this point that I would have been embarrassed if it had been my parents, my best friends, and my local priest sitting out there. I wanted one thing, and one thing only.

"Damien...I really need you to let me come now." Somehow, I managed to make it not sound too much like a whimper. And Damien smiled down at me with the most captivating eyes I had ever seen.

"Yes, Miss Cox. You may come now." His voice was so perfectly smooth, so utterly in control that I almost came just hearing him say the words. But I was going to hold out for as long as I could.

...yeah, right.

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"Damie--Dami--Damn...Owner...please...I need...I real--FUCK! OH! FUCK! AAahhhhmm...Owner...I really need you to let me stop coming nOW! OH! OH GOD! YES! AAH! AAH! FUCKfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckeerrrrrrrrrraaAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"

That was my life. My world. I wasn't sure, any more, just how long I had been writhing, coming over and over again, my body oozing in the lewdest possible manner as Damien kept my knees spread and my wide-open cunt pointed straight out the window at the crowd.

It couldn't possibly have been that long, but it felt like hours. He kept the muscles of my vagina constantly on the verge of cramping, somehow massaging the threat away every time I thought the pain might finally crush down on my fuck-high. Some distant, analytical part of my brain was laughing at me, insisting that I must look just like those ridiculous anime girls when they go cock-mad and drooling.

I was definitely drooling. My breasts were gently nudging my chin, my hips bucking far beyond any hope of control. I wasn't in control here...he was.

I wasn't sure if he was trying to be nice to me, or still in the throes of his dominating side.

I wasn't sure if there was a difference.

But then, I wasn't sure if I had legs anymore. But I was very sure that his tongue was once again gently caressing myyyyyyaaaaaaaAAAHHHH GOD YES OW YES PLEASE OW ONE MORE TIME YES YES YEEeesssssssss...

Finally, he let me stop long enough to speak, and I knew I had to take my out while I still could.

"All ri--all right, Owner. I just...I just need one...more...thing."

Damien lifted his head, and looked down at me with more beaming pride on his face than I've ever seen on a human being. "What is that, Felicia?"

Felicia? Oh...right.

"I need you...to make me come...so hard...I pass out."

Damien's right eyebrow shot up, and his eyes hardened. The smile on his face turned from pride into that of an extremely competent man taking on a challenge he knew he would enjoy.

As exhausted as I was, looking into those eyes, I felt the aching muscles deep within me churn, trying desperately to moisten something that was already wetter than I had imagined possible. How could I even consider getting more horny after my...somethingth orgasm in...some time?

And then, it started. A feedback loop of intensity -- because Damien Deep saw me, he saw my pussy trying desperately to give itself to him. And I saw him sharpen his focus, relishing the idea of dominating my desperate, fuck-crazy body until he took even my consciousness from me.

Just seeing that face made the heat in between my legs blossom. My heart didn't just skip a beat -- it stopped for a good two seconds. I couldn't breathe, paralyzed by the intensity in his eyes. It wasn't until my owner turned his gaze toward my already-pillaged nether regions that my body resumed functioning, and I took a shaky breath.

He lowered his chin and rested it on my pubic bone. Almost unconsciously, one of his hands drifted up to one of my breasts...and wrenched on my nipple hard enough to wrack my body and send an electric shock that flew down my abdomen and lit up my clit. First one nipple, then the other, and back again Fire seared my clit with every twist. I thought, ridiculously, that it might actually burn -- and then his cool, smooth tongue touched down and stole the crackling heat away. In its place, a tremble grew.

The tremble didn't stop growing, either. My clit, my hips, my entire body was shaking. Tears began to form in my eyes. "Thank you..." I tried to whisper.

Tried. But it came out as a scream.

"THAAAAAAAaaaaaaa--" was as far as I got.

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I woke up naked and shivering. Again. This time, I knew better than to check between my legs. I knew that the magic of the Bookshelf would ensure that I was whole...but I also knew that I would come hard enough to collapse on the floor if I dared even think too hard about touching my clit.

Shaky but satisfied on a level I had no idea was physically possible, I stood, and lovingly took Casino Royale off of the Bookshelf, setting it idly down on the coffee table as I saturated myself in the memories.

I told myself I had gotten everything I wanted from the Bookshelf. That I would never do anything like that ever again. It was too dangerous. Too strange. Besides, what more could I possibly want? I had been the perfect slut, the ultimate object. The owned. It wasn't a role I could ever see myself playing in real life. No, I was satisfied, not just sexually, but with my career as a...whatever-I-just-did-ist.

Definitely satisfied.

I headed for the shower. On the way out of the room, my eyes happened to skim across my (not-as-magical) bookshelf, and landed on the title of another classic: Tarzan, King of the Jungle.

...and I wondered...