The Miguel Chronicles Pt. 01

Well, you've done it, bitch, you've made him lose control. Now he's so damn intent on being inside you he doesn't see that he's crushing the shit out of your knees. Proud of yourself? Jade thought. I could try to tell him...but maybe he knows, and that's the point. I should say something...oh fuck. Fuck, nevermind I'm coming.

Jade ignored the pain building in her knees and let herself release the aching need in her cunt. "Fuck, I'm going to come Master!"

Miguel had to have felt the tightening in her pussy because he began fucking her rougher, seemingly determined to make her orgasm more than once tonight. "Don't hold it back, come again for me."

Jade gasped as her body shuddered, releasing a stream of juices when he pulled out for a moment. Just as soon as she had registered the orgasm he was pounding back into her, harder and faster now. She massaged his length with her cunt, squeezing hard as her orgasm subsided.

She released the breath she had been holding and buried her face deeper in the comforter. Soon she was moving her ass back to meet his thrusts. She felt him withdraw and Jade melted onto the mattress, letting out a whimper. She brought her knees up off of the bed frame, then rolled lazily to her back. Jade watched as Miguel stalked towards her like he was claiming a prize. She curled into a ball and looked up at him with gratitude. He towered over her now, stroking himself with his right hand, his left burrowed into Jade's hair to keep her face close to his legs.

Jade smiled and tilted her head to meet her Master's load; she wanted all of him to land on her face. She parted her lips to catch his stream of cum and moaned in delight when it spurted onto her eyes, cheeks, and tongue. Even through her cum-soaked lashes, she could clearly see the pride and amusement that adorned his face.

"Mm. Thank you Master," she murmured, swiping her tongue over her lips appreciatively.

"Good slut. I should take a picture of you like that, it's a shame my phone is dead," he taunted. Miguel extended his hand and smeared his load from her cheeks to her eyes, further asserting his dominance. His hands combed through her hair, wiping the cum from his hand as if it was a towel.

She was shocked to find that her pussy convulsed as if it wanted more. How could I possibly want more?

With a chuckle, Miguel pulled her up off the bed by the hair and dragged her across the room to the shower. He turned on the water and shoved her inside, then followed her into the shower/tub combo.

Jade shivered a bit as the stream of lukewarm water rinsed the cum from her face and soaked her mussed up hair. She wanted to adjust the temperature but knew better, so she looked at him with pleading eyes.

"What?" His eyebrows raised, "Are you cold?"

"Yes, thank you." Jade sighed. A steamy shower with Master, yes, that'll be nice.

In reply, Miguel reached behind her and adjusted the temperature, making the water ice cold.

"Fuck! Fuck!" she screeched, attempting to push past him so she could climb out of the shower.

Miguel gripped her shoulders, holding Jade in place as she struggled to escape the blast of freezing water. She leaned her weight into him, desperate to get out of the frigid downpour. Why is he doing this to me? I thought I pleased him! Why? Make it stop!

"Hold the fuck still," he commanded. She tried harder to get around him and out of the shower. He slapped her hard across the face. "Get yourself together. Breathe."

His blow left her stunned and fighting for breath. Jade trembled, completely shocked by the cruelness of her Master and fighting back tears. She could feel herself starting to hyperventilate. Her cheek throbbed.

"You need to learn to control yourself under less than ideal conditions. Calm down, and I will warm the water for you." He stood on the other side of the shower, holding her in place while he remained mostly dry. The harder she fought, the tighter Miguel gripped her, he was determined to keep her in the miserable cold blast.

Desperate to make it stop, Jade searched her mind for the thing he had just said. Get myself together. Calm down...what the hell? That seems impossible. Jade inhaled sharply and gradually reduced her violent shudders to complete stillness in the icy deluge. Her shoulders hunched in and her head lowered in defeat, signaling submission in as many ways as she knew how. She took longer, deeper breaths, silently praying that he would show her some mercy.

Satisfied, Miguel released his grip on her shoulders and adjusted the temperature gauge behind her. He stepped forward to join her in the stream of warming water and pulled her head to his chest. She sighed with relief and couldn't help but collapse gratefully into his arms. He stood, savoring this moment of total submission from her, and stroked her wet hair. Miguel was taller than Jade by a few inches; his broad chest was just the right height for her to rest her aching cheek on. "Good girl..." he cooed, "See? I knew you could do it."

Jade coughed a little in response and pressed up against him for added warmth and comfort. She nuzzled into him and looked down his long legs to his feet. Soon her breathing returned to a normal pace, matching the steady rise and fall of his torso against hers. Jade was fuming mad, but even more grateful that the torture had stopped. He loosened their embrace, so she straightened and began shampooing her hair, pondering his seemingly spontaneous act of sadism.

How could he be so...so...Jade thought for a moment, he wasn't cruel...but holding me in the freezing cold water like that wasn't exactly how I would expect him to treat me after I obediently allowed him to penetrate my most intimate space. Was that an act of malice or was he actually trying to teach me something?

As thoughts raced through her mind, her anger subsided and Jade became of aware of how alluring Miguel was. He stood before her utterly confident in his nakedness, even narrowing his eyes at her as she traced over his body with her gaze.

She hadn't noticed his body much when he was fucking her, she was paying more attention to the cornucopia of sensations racing through hers. Now she allowed herself to take a closer look at him; the glorious male body before her was unlike any she had seen.

His pierced nipples and unshaven face made him look slightly wild. Jade noticed a round black tattoo on his left bicep when he reached around her to grab the shampoo, and tried to determine what it was. Is that the tree of life? Yeah, that fits for Miguel. She scanned down his lean figure and let her eyes linger on his dick. Of course, he'd sent her a photo once, but boy did it impress in-person.

Suddenly the water stopped, and Jade shook her head to clear the thoughts of male anatomy swarming through her brain. She looked up and froze like a deer in headlights when she detected the knowing look in his eyes. Fuck. He caught me staring! She blushed and bit her lip, batting her eyelashes to feign innocence.

Miguel chuckled and reached for a loofa and some soap. He turned the water back on for a second to wet the loofa and then swirled the bar of hotel soap over it until it was creamy with bubbles. He handed it to Jade, "I see you looking at me, slave. Wash my body."

Yes please! she thought, taking the loofa and sinking to her knees. She started to wash his feet, moving as slowly and gently as she could. Soon her hands worked the foamy loofa up his legs to his ass. With her hands wrapped around his legs, she washed his backside in slow, gentle circles. In this position her face was close to his package, she couldn't help herself...

Jade teased him. She stuck out her tongue and flicked it over his still semi-hard cock while her hands roamed over his ass with the soapy loofa. She opened her lips and swallowed as much of him as she could manage without the help of her hands.

Miguel allowed her to suck him for a minute but stopped her as the soap started to dry on his skin. "That's enough. Up. Turn the water back on."

He watched her as she scrambled to her feet in the small shower. When she turned around to adjust the water, he smacked her ass, hard. Jade jumped, startled by the sudden blow.

"What was that for?" she demanded, giving him her best pouty face.

"For being a greedy little cum slut," he answered. "I never gave you permission to suck my cock. I told you to wash me, get back to it." He grabbed her shoulders and manhandled her to the other side of the shower so that he was standing in the stream of water, his back to her. She resumed her duty, feeling a twinge of defeat.

Miguel turned to face her and looked down at his chest, signaling that he wanted Jade to wash the front of his torso. Jade lowered her eyes as she washed him, pretending to be enthralled in the task. He seemed to always know what she was thinking, and she didn't want him to guess where her mind wandered now.

Does he have this level of control in all aspects of his life? Is the Miguel I'm here with now the same Miguel that his friends know? What's he like with others? Is he a fun-loving surfer and DJ like his Facebook account shows or is that all just a front for the abusive sadist before me now? He choked me, slapped me—twice—and now he won't even let me please him? Not even after he tortured me in this damn shower?

As if on cue, Miguel wrapped one hand tightly around her throat as the other tangled in her hair, forcing her head up to meet his gaze. Jade froze. His face was just inches away from hers, and the look in his eyes was so menacing she thought he must have read her mind.

"Tell me what you were thinking just now," he growled, punctuating his order with a tighter squeeze to her neck.

Shit. Shit. What do I say? To her horror, he noticed the shock in her eyes, confirming his suspicion.

"Jade." He continued, "I'm your Dom, your Master for the past two months for god's sake. Do you really think I'm unable to read you like a fucking book?"

Oh, right, he's observant as fuck.

She shook her head, and he loosened his grip so she could speak. "No Master. I...I was just thinking how I don't really know much about you, and I guess I'm curious what you're like around other people," Jade admitted.

"Oh, don't you worry, slut. I can impress your parents. I know how to be civil when needed. That what you're worried about?" He laughed and released his grip on her neck to turn off the water.

"No. Not that sir..." she hesitated. Jade resisted the urge to rub her sore neck in front of him.

"Then what?" he pressed.

"Well...your friends. And other women?" she gulped, "Um, is this BDSM thing a big part of your life?"

"Oh." He grinned, 'Well yeah, but it's not everything. Not even close. My friends know that I'm an animal, but the women I fuck aren't all submissive. In fact, before you and Rebecca, I was in a serious vanilla relationship for five years." As he spoke, Miguel stepped out of the shower and began to towel off.

Jade reached for a towel and dried herself, taking in this new information.

"Anything else you want to know?" he asked. "This is probably the only time I'll allow you to speak freely or ask me questions so think carefully, slave."

Jade nodded. "Who taught you all of this Master? How did it all begin?"

He laughed again, as if remembering something funny, and he walked away. Jade dropped her towel and followed him out of the tiny bathroom. She watched his long nude form glide towards the bed and found herself suddenly not caring about the answer.

"Lie down" he instructed, nodding towards the bed.

Jade lay back on the bed, her breasts bouncing slightly. He sat beside her and looked down at her damp, naked body while he spoke.

"I DJ, for parties and clubs. When I was in college, I was invited to DJ a party for a bunch of kinky swingers, and they liked me...I got a standing invite and started attending these BDSM parties, which were essentially orgies with excellent music."

His fingers played with her nipples as he reminisced, "There was this woman. An older woman. She seduced me, made me her submissive, and before I knew it I was attending the parties wearing a leash of my own."

Jade's jaw dropped. "Wait, really? You're not messing with me?" she asked. He seemed to be in such a good mood thinking about his college days; Jade thought he would laugh at her question.

But Miguel didn't laugh. He grew stern and stopped touching her. His hand moved to the bed beside her wet hair, and he leaned down, lowering his face to hers before he replied:

"No I'm not fucking messing with you, every good dominant starts off as a submissive. How the hell can I put you through anything I haven't experienced myself? That'd be fucked up. I know what you need, what you're thinking, how you feel...all because I've been there." At this point, he was practically spitting at her, clearly offended.

Jade didn't know what to say, so she just nodded, held eye contact, and thought: I'm sorry, I'm sorry Master. Please forgive me. Miguel seemed to know that look, the mixture of fear and regret had to be obvious in her eyes. She felt his cock twitch. Maybe he was satisfied that she was learning so quickly.

"It's okay," he assured her, "There are some Doms out there that jump into BDSM without a mentor, I'm just not one of them. My...lady friend trained me as a sub but quickly noticed I would make a better Dom, so we changed our relationship from mostly sexual to mostly mentor/mentee."

"What do you mean mostly?" Jade blurted.

*WHAM* Miguel's hand slapped across her tits, knocking the wind out of her. Her slight perky breasts did little to cushion the blow. He took both of her wrists in his left hand and pinned her arms above her head before she could roll away. *WHAM* His second blow glanced her left nipple, causing her to yelp. She winced as his hand raised again, preparing for another strike. It didn't come. He snorted at her fearful anticipation. His hand lowered to her left nipple, which he pinched with his index finger and thumb. He rolled the sensitive nub between his fingers and watched Jade twist in agony.

"I mean I still fucked her sometimes, not that it's any of your damn business. Are you seriously jealous, slave?" Miguel glowered at her now, but she couldn't help but notice how hard he'd gotten. Miguel kneeled over her, his huge erection slanting towards her now heaving chest.

"Yes," Jade whispered in reply, "I'm jealous Master, I can't help it. I want you to myself Sir."

Shocked by her own honesty, Jade began to fret, oh no. No, I've ruined this. He wants to fuck other women, why the fuck do I care?

"Well, slut, if you please me and follow my orders I might make you my main girl someday. Maybe a live-in house slave," he mused, "but don't go getting ahead of yourself, you're still in training little girl."

Jade breathed a sigh of relief and smiled graciously when he released her nipple.

"Open." He followed his command with a series of light slaps to the side of her face.

She obeyed, looking at his engorged cock in eager anticipation.

"You have no reason to be jealous, do you know why?" He leaned forward to brush himself against her lips.

"Uhh uhn," Jade murmured in reply, mesmerized by his large veiny dick.

"Because you're the one sucking my cock right now, not her."

As he spoke, Jade's mouth filled with his swollen shaft. She choked and gargled, fighting back a gag when he pushed into her throat. He roughly parted her hair and grasped half in each palm, forcing her lips down to the base of his cock.

His hands secured in her hair, Jade squirmed against him in a desperate attempt to come up for air. He yanked her up for a moment to swat her at cheek. *SMACK* SMACK* "Hey-hey! I told you to breathe through your nose, remember?"

Jade opened her lips again to reply, "Y-" but before she could speak he filled her mouth again. Jade gagged and began to tear up. She wanted so desperately to please him. She looked up into her Master's eyes and relaxed her throat, deliberately inhaling and exhaling through her nose.

"Good...good girl" he praised. "Stay like that now, I'm going to fuck your throat babygirl."

She closed her eyes in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his stiff shaft sliding rhythmically past her lips. Jade found herself perversely excited by the sight and feel of his balls now bouncing against her chin. She felt like one of those porn stars she had stumbled upon online as a preteen; they were always slobbery and enjoying it so shamelessly.

Now Jade understood subjecting oneself to that level of degradation. Miguel's choice to use her was a thrill, and giving up control of her body allowed her to explore the nasty depths of her mind. The way Jade saw it, Miguel wasn't using her for his own sick fantasies, he was giving her a tour of fantasies she hadn't known she had.

Salty precum began to mix with the excess of saliva now coating her Master's cock. Jade looked up at him, her eyes full of lust. She wanted to see his expression when he came in her hungry little mouth. Miguel's cock pumped in and out, getting faster and rougher as he neared climax; then with a final thrust, he filled her throat and shuddered in her mouth. His brows knit together, and he bit his lip. His eyes connected with hers and silently communicated: mine.

Jade felt thick, warm cum oozing into her throat as his fists clenched tighter in her hair. Before she could swallow, his fingers left her hair to pinch her nose shut. Panicked, Jade tried to draw a breath, only to choke on the cum filling her mouth. She gagged and tried desperately to pull away from his pinching hold on her nostrils. His other hand moved from her hair to grip her jaw, squeezing cruelly.

Tears streamed down her face as Jade struggled for air; his hand effectively blocked off her nose, and his cock still occupied her mouth. He laughed at her meager attempts to escape his grasp on her, but eyed her closely, releasing her before she lost consciousness. Miguel collapsed on the bed with a contented sigh. He watched as Jade swallowed his load and started gasping through shallow sobs.

"Aww...baby...you're okay, come here," he grinned wickedly, offering his arm to her.

Confused and slightly irritated, Jade sniffled and warily moved towards her Master, nuzzling into his chest for sanctuary. His arm wrapped protectively around her, drawing her nearer. They lay like that for a moment, each catching their breath. Not knowing what to say, Jade tilted her head up and studied Miguel through wet eyelashes.

His gaze was probing now. "You okay? I didn't cross any limits, did I? You didn't use your safeword."

"No. I mean, yes I'm fine. I..." She blushed and decided not to tell him that he'd scared the living daylights out of her, or that she'd forgotten that she could simply say yellow and he'd check in. "I've never swallowed that much before, I didn't know if I could...but I really wanted to, you know, please you, Master."

"Oh? It's good that I made you to savor it then. A good slave guzzles her Master's cum at every opportunity," he replied. His tone was joking, but he looked discerning as he scanned her face and stroked his thumb gently over her cheek.

"I think I'm into breathplay," she confessed, giggling as the words left her. It dawned on her that he would continue to push her limits, but also knew when to stop so he wouldn't harm her.

"You think?" he sneered, "Your damn pussy is dripping. You fucking love it."

Jade reddened. He was right; she was so wet her juices had begun to literally drip onto her thigh.