His Obsession, Her Submission Page 2

  “A short time,” Daniel explained. He reached out and slipped his right hand between my long hair and the back of my neck, gently massaging the sensitive area. His touch gave me goose bumps, and I found myself squirming in my seat. His blue eyes fixed on me, and I noticed his lips twitched, as if suppressing a smile. I said nothing, but just sat there looking into his face, as he continued to toy with the back of my neck.

  “I am trying to convince Kristy to come with me to New York. I’m hoping to bribe her with a state of the art photo studio and lab, along with other things.” He then leaned over and placed a brief kiss on my lips, and then removed his hand from my neck. Several of the people at our table gave little laughs at his comment, and one of the women sighed, as if it were the most romantic thing she had ever heard. I wondered what she would think if she knew what he said to me in private.

  I actually enjoyed the rest of the evening, yet Daniel was always close by. A couple of my high school friends asked me what was up with Danny and me, but before I could tell them the odd situation, he would appear by my side.

  It was amusing how so many of my former classmates were awestruck over Daniel, and attempted to get his attention, even the former captain of our football team, who would not have given Danny any notice back in high school. My friends seemed impressed I was Danny’s date – which I was not, yet I didn’t bother to explain. The entire evening was bizarre.

  When the reunion finally wound down, Daniel walked me out to the patio off the banquet room, so we could get some fresh air.

  “Did you have a nice evening?” Daniel asked, as if we were actually on some sort of date. I turned and looked at him.

  “Daniel, what in the hell was all this about?” I demanded, my tone serious. He only responded by smiling, and then brushed the side of my face with his fingertips.

  “I thought I made my intentions perfectly clear earlier. I fully intend to spend the remainder of the evening buried in your tight body. Deep and hard. So hard, that you won’t know if you want to beg me to stop, or to continue.” It was his first blunt sexual comment since he led me to our table. I stepped backwards, out of his touch, still looking at him.

  “I really don’t understand where all this is coming from,” I told him. “I thought we were friends in high school. I’m not sure if you are trying to seduce me or insult me.”

  “Kristy, we were never friends in high school. I was the boy paid to tutor you. You were kind enough not to be rude to me, yet we were never friends. I never deluded myself.”

  “So what is this all about, some sort of revenge thing? Make the former cheerleader feel like a slut?”

  “Do you feel like a slut right now? No, this is not about revenge.”

  “Then what is this?”

  “It’s simple really. I can afford you now.” Daniel said.

  “Afford me?” I asked.

  “When I tutored you, I often imagined how lovely you would look on your knees before me, as I fucked your sweet face. Of course, those were mere boyhood fantasies.”

  “Afford me? Do you think you are going to pay me to have sex, like I am some whore?”

  He laughed at me and said, “Kristy, I will no doubt treat you like a whore from time to time, but no, I don’t intend to pay you like one. I want to own you, not rent you by the hour.”

  “Own me?” I asked, totally confused.

  “Of course, the only way I can truly own you is for you to turn yourself over to me. To submit to my will, without any hesitation. While I am certainly rich enough to simply have you abducted, and keep you my unwilling sex slave for as long as it suits me, that is not my desire.”

  “Well gee,” I stammered, nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “I guess I should be grateful for that, huh?” He laughed again.

  “So tell me,” I asked, “Just what makes you think I would turn myself over to you. Is it because you are rich? Is that why you say you can afford me?”

  “Kristy, if you weren’t interested in my proposition, you would have walked away from me the moment I announced I intended to fuck you.”

  I blushed at his words, feeling suddenly embarrassed. He was right, of course. Had any other man said those outrageous words to me, I would have kicked him in the groin and walked away. For some unfathomable reason, Daniel Stoddard intrigued me. Even his crude, graphic sexual dialogue fascinated me.

  “Why me?” I finally asked. “Was I simply the first one at the reunion you decided to try this on?”

  “Kristy, there isn’t a single woman here tonight that interests me. You are the sole reason I came to the reunion. Do you honestly believe I wanted to see anyone here? I would think you knew me better than that.”

  “I certainly never imagined this side of you,” I muttered.

  “I don’t expect your complete submission right away.” He then reached out and took my right hand before saying, “come Kristy, it is time to go upstairs. Don’t worry, I don’t expect your answer about a long term arrangement until morning.”

  “What makes you think I am willing to go with you?” I whispered, yet did not pull my hand from his.

  “Because you are still standing here, because I can feel how you tremble at the thought of what I might do to you. I’ve already told you I don’t intend to be gentle. But I promise, I would never do you permanent damage. I take care of what is mine.”

  “Why should I believe you?” I regretted the question the moment the words slipped from my mouth. They implied I was considering his perverse demand, which of course, I was. He only smiled, took my hand more firmly in his, and led me silently from the patio, back into the hotel.

  I don’t know why I went with him, like a passive lamb to slaughter. We silently rode up the elevator together, and it stopped at my floor. As we walked down the hall, I thought for a moment he was leading me to my room. I wondered how he knew which room was mine, but he stopped at the door next to mine. We shared a connecting room.

  He opened the door and held it open for me, waiting for me to enter. I just stood there silently, not moving. I heard him let out a little sigh, and then he placed his hand on my back and pushed me into his hotel room.

  Instead of closing the door, he left it slightly ajar, and stood with me just inside his hotel room.

  “Kristy, I want you to listen very carefully to me, okay?” I looked up into his mesmerizing blue eyes and could only nod, yes. The pounding of my heart vibrated in my eardrums. My head felt as if it were spinning. I really didn’t understand why I allowed him to walk me into his room.

  “I was deliberately blunt when expressing my intentions toward you. I do not want any misunderstanding between us. I’ve always wanted you, since that first day you showed me around school. But, I don’t want you to get some foolish romantic notion that I am seeking hearts and flowers.

  “Don’t confuse my feelings with love. I want to own you, use you, enjoy your body. Stay with me tonight, and then in the morning we can discuss what I have in mind for our future arrangement.

  “But if you decide to stay tonight, I intend to show you what your life will be like with me, should we make this long term. While I will never permanently damage you, there may be things you do not like. Tonight there will be no safe words; my pleasure comes before yours.”

  “Safe words?” I asked, more confused than before. I had read a little about BDSM, yet never explored that lifestyle.

  “I am a dominate, yet I play by my own rules,” he explained. “Once you submit yourself to my will, the only time you are allowed to leave is in the morning. And once you walk out that door, there is no coming back.”

  “I don’t understand what you are saying,” I muttered.

  “If you agree to stay with me for tonight, you will not be allowed to leave until morning. You can’t say no. The moment you close my hotel room door, you are submitting to my will, and understand that until sunrise, your body belongs to me.”

  “Why would I do that?” I asked with a whisper.
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  “Because you can’t resist,” he told me, “You wonder how far I will push you. What I will make you feel.”

  “I don’t even know you.” I told him. “How do I know you won’t do something really depraved to me?”

  “You don’t know,” he said with an evil smile. “The only thing you have from me is my promise that you will be alive in the morning, and that there will be no broken body parts, and aside from a few sore orifices, there will be no permanent damage.”

  “And you will let me just walk out of here?”

  “Of course. I only want you if you agree to submit.”

  “What happens if I walk out of here?” I asked.

  “Then this is over. You will never see me again.”

  “And if I change my mind later?” I asked.

  “I won’t. When you walk out the door, then I am no longer interested.”

  “Just like that? You tell me you have wanted me since high school, yet you say if I don’t do this now, then that infatuation is over?”

  “I am not infatuated with you, Kristy.”

  My feelings were a little hurt at his pronouncement. I experienced a jumble of confused emotions. While his declaration he intended to fuck me – not make love – offended me, I couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like. All my life I’d been taught sex was something you gave to the man you loved. Of course, I’d had sex with men who I didn’t love and who didn’t love me - but I at least wanted them to pretend they adored me.

  Daniel insisted he wasn’t even infatuated with me, yet he wanted to fuck me, and he wanted to fuck me hard and rough. I had never been fucked hard and rough, yet I found myself wanting to have the experience.

  I decided at that moment to stay, at least until morning. I never imagined I would agree to a longer arrangement, especially after experiencing whatever he had planned for me. While the sensible thing would have been to walk out the door, I found myself reaching over and pulling the door shut, sealing my fate.

  “Good girl,” he told me, his voice more tender than I’d ever heard it. I half expected him to rip off my clothes and throw me to the floor, but instead he gently guided me to the bed, and told me to sit down. I was more nervous than I had ever been before in my life, and asked myself what in the fuck did I think I was doing.

  Everyone had seen me leave with Daniel Stoddard, so if they found my dead and battered body in the morning, I didn’t imagine his money would save him. Unless, of course, he was on his private jet before they found my body.

  All these crazy thoughts were racing through my mind, in spite of the fact Daniel was thus far behaving in a calm and rational fashion. I began to wonder if his claims of fucking me hard was some exaggerated boast.

  Daniel walked away from me, and took something off the dresser. I continued to sit passively on the side of the bed. When he turned around, I noticed what he was carrying; it was some sort of rubber thing, that looked like a ball attached. Before I had time to ask what it was, he was securing a ball gag around my mouth. I started to protest, but he told me to calm down, as he secured it in place.

  “I really can’t have you screaming, and bothering the other hotel guests, can I?” He asked.

  My eyes widened in surprise, and I instinctively reached around and attempted to unfasten the gag. He didn’t seem overly concerned, and I quickly understood why. There was no way for me to unfasten the contraption. I got up from the bed and looked in the dresser mirror, frantically trying to unfasten the gag, so I could tell him what I thought about the uncomfortable object.

  Daniel didn’t seem particularly concerned, but stood there calmly and began removing his clothes. By the time he removed his jacket and vest, and half unbuttoned his shirt, I got frustrated with the gag and decided it was time to leave. Perhaps my decision to stay was a bad idea.

  I got about half way to the door when he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me back to the bed. With minimal effort, he flung me onto the mattress.

  “Stay there, Kristy, unless you want me to tie you up.” I looked up at him, and then glanced at the door. I was terrified and sexually excited at the same time. He had warned me there would be no turning back if I decided to stay. I realized in that moment he was serious. For the night, I belonged to him. Even if I was allowed to speak, I was not allowed a safe word.

  Instead of trying to escape, I huddled by the headboard and watched him undress, He had an amazing body, and I still could not believe this was the same Danny Stoddard. I wondered if he worked out at a gym. After removing his shoes, socks and slacks, he stood at the foot of the bed wearing a pair of dark gray boxers. I could see the evidence of his arousal and was impressed at its size. He noticed me looking at his groin and smiled.

  “Kristy, I want you to pull up the skirt of your dress, and spread your legs.”

  Instead of complying, my eyes widened. He waited a moment for me to obey his command, and when I didn’t, he let out a little sigh and then walked to his dresser and took something out of the top drawer. When he turned to face me, I could see what he was holding. It was an evil looking leather riding crop.

  “Kristy, tonight you belong to me. Did you know my great-great grandfather was a slave owner? According to family legend, he regularly enjoyed the young slave girls he owned. Of course, they initially resisted, like you are attempting to do. But after tasting the lash they soon learned to spread their thighs when the master demanded.

  “Kristy, do you know what the difference is between you and the slave girls he fucked? They were never given a choice. They never willingly turned themselves over to him, like you turned yourself over to me.

  “Yet, like my great-great grandfather, I won’t hesitate using the lash to get my slave to obey. You belong to me, just as much as those slave girls belonged to him. Perhaps more, because you entered into this agreement willingly.

  “I will ask you one more time, lift your dress and spread those sweet thighs.”

  My stomach twisted into knots. Instinctively I knew he would only punish me if I did not do as I was told. I also believed him when he said I would be allowed to leave in the morning. I wondered if he really imagined I would consider agreeing to a longer arrangement, considering how it was going thus far.

  With trembling hands I pulled up the hem of my dress, lifting it past my knees, over my thighs, and finally over my hips. I closed my eyes as I bent my knees, pulling the soles of my feet close to my bottom, before spreading my knees wide apart, and exposing my most intimate part to Daniel Stoddard. Although I was wearing panties, he could clearly see my little snatch as I spread my legs wide.

  “Open your eyes, Kristy,” he said sternly. “I never want you to hide from me.”

  I opened my eyes and watched as he looked down at me. He smiled. The penis in his underwear pushed at the fabric, as if eager to come out to play.

  “Good girl,” he said with a smile. “I wondered how you would do. Now hop off the bed, remove your dress. I believe I want to tie you up after all.” When I hesitated a moment he slapped the leather whip against the palm of his left hand. I quickly scurried off the bed and slipped off my dress, letting it pool at my feet and climbed back onto the bed. I huddled by the headboard, wearing just my camisole and panties, when Daniel told me to remove them. I submissively obeyed. The way in which he demanded I strip naked for his pleasure, made me feel like his sex toy, an object to be used, with no regard to my own feelings. I was so turned on; my pussy ached for his cock.

  Daniel climbed up on the bed with me, making the mattress dip and roll, as he efficiently arranged my body to suit his pleasure, and he secured my wrists and ankles with leather straps. I imagined he’d done this before, for there was no hesitation or moments of consideration as to how I should be arranged. He stuffed a pillow under my bottom, raising that part of my body up several inches. My arms were stretched overhead, tied securely to the headboard, while my feet were tied to opposing ends of the footboard, so that I lay spread eagle.

  When he w
as done, he sat on the bed, looking down at my nude body.

  “Kristy, I will remove the gag now. I just wanted you to know how if feels. If in the future you decide to scream or become annoying in your chatter, I will not hesitate putting it back on. Trust me, even if you weren’t tied down, I could easily re-gag you.”

  I believed him. I wanted desperately to get the thing off. I hated the way if felt, stretching my mouth open painfully.

  “One more thing, Kristy. If you decide to start screaming, I will heat your sweet bottom with the riding crop, until you can’t sit down for a week. Do you understand?” I gave a little nod, and he smiled down at me.

  “Good girl,” he said, sounding like he was speaking to a child. With minimal effort, he removed the gag. I found myself opening and closing my mouth, while running my tongue over my lips, trying to make them feel normal again.

  “I didn’t like that gag,” I told him with a pout.

  “Then you be a good girl, and do as you are told.” He sat next to me and began exploring my body, running his right hand down my breasts, pinching my nipples and circling the inside of my belly button with one finger.

  When he moved his hand to the patch of dark curls between my thighs, he tugged them gently before saying, “If you agree to a permanent arrangement, you will remove these soft curls, so nothing is hidden from me. I want you vulnerable and exposed, like a little girl.”

  “You like little girls?” I asked, feeling suddenly sick inside. He laughed at me.

  “No, I don’t fancy children. I like my women a legal age of consent. Yet, as your master, I expect you to comply as an obedient child would to a parent.”

  Instead of being repulsed, I found myself staring into his face, studying the chiseled features and rough skin, that gave him character in the same way wind and sand shapes the side of a stone mountain.

  “What happened to you, Daniel?” I asked in a soft whisper.

  “What do you mean,” he asked, his gaze still on my body, watching his own hand move over my soft skin in a feather-like caress.