His Obsession, Her Submission Page 3

  “What made you like this, where you need to tie up a woman and own her?”

  “I’ve always been this way. Of course, as an awkward teenager, I never had the ability to take what I wanted. Anyway, it is your fault.”

  “My fault?” I asked with a little gasp, for the moment I asked the question he pushed one thumb between my nether lips, teasing the moist area. He moved his thumb from my soft folds and stopped caressing me for a moment, instead looking into my face.

  “When we would do homework at your parent’s kitchen table, I wondered what it would be like to push you down on the table, belly first, and take you from behind. If you belonged to me back then, I would make sure you never wore panties, so I would have easy access to your tight little snatch.”

  As he whispered his teen fantasy, his thumb traced my damp folds, ever so lightly, as if teasing me, preparing me for his inevitable taking.

  “I would slam you against the hard table top each time I entered you.” At the mention of entering me, he forcefully shoved three of his fingers in me, making me cry out from the sudden assault. He continued to finger fuck me, watching me as if I were a lab specimen. My body squirmed under his assault, held in place by the leather ties as my head restlessly tossed from side to side. The detached way in which he played with me made me feel as if I were in fact the sex toy he sought.

  Suddenly I felt him pull his fingers from me and get from the bed a moment. I turned my head to look at him, licking my lips nervously. Without saying a single word, he pulled down his boxers, leaving them on the floor as he climbed back onto the bed fully nude.

  His penis was actually much bigger than I imagined, as it jutted outward, fully erect with its fat head swollen, leaking precum. With no additional foreplay, he climbed atop me and shoved his stiff penis through my moist nether lips, ramming into me with brutal force. I cried as he pushed all the way into my body, and then he began pumping his hips, ramming in and out of me, giving me the brutal fucking he promised.

  I cried out that he hadn’t put on a condom, yet he didn’t seem concerned, but continued to ride me with such fury it shook the bed, trapping me between his heavy weight and the mattress.

  While I was on the birth control pill, I was not in the habit of having unprotected sex. As he pushed into me, over and over again, he told me with a labored breath that he would never wear a condom with me, that there was no need, for I belonged to him.

  I felt trapped and while his fucking was in some way brutal, I desperately wanted to wrap my legs around his hips and draw him closer. Yet, I could not. He was in control and I had to lie there and allow him to use me.

  When he finally came, he held himself inside me, filling me with his seed. I wondered if he was trying to get me pregnant, for I didn’t imagine how he could know I was on the pill. I wanted to cry, for I wanted more.

  He lay atop me, his penis still deep in my body, as he attempted to regain his breath. Kissing my lips, he did not apologize for not pleasing me, but told me he intended to use me all night, and bringing me to premature climax would not be the best thing for me. According to Daniel, he knew what was best for me.

  “You didn’t wear a condom,” I said for the second time. His weight was heavy and he seemed in no hurry to roll off me, or to pull his spent penis from my womb.

  “I’m healthy, you are healthy, and you are on the pill,” he told me. I wondered how he could possibly know that.

  “And if I decide to share you, I will make sure he wears a condom. I protect what is mine.”

  “Share me?” I squeaked, and began to struggle in the leather bindings. He laughed at my inept attempt to push him off my body.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t do it tonight. I don’t think you bargained for that when you agreed to stay with me tonight. But if you belong to me, I may want to share you, after all I’ve been known to loan out my car, my sailboat, even my jet.”

  “I am not a car, boat or jet!” I hissed.

  “But if you were my property, then you really have no say, do you? Knowing you would be willing to spread your sweet thighs for another man, simply because I ask, would be the supreme proof that you belong to me, that you accept me as your master.”

  “I will never do that!” I insisted.

  “Really? You are here now,” he rolled off me, and then walked to the bathroom, and returned with a wet washcloth. I watched as he climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself between my spread thighs. Very gently, he began to wash between my legs. I no longer thought about his absurd notion of sharing me with another man, but was focused on the way he moved the cloth over my sensitive skin.

  He tossed the washcloth to one side and then moved down lower. I knew what he intended to do. I closed my eyes. He didn’t scold me for closing my eyes, as he had done before, for he was busy licking my swollen feminine lips, and pressing his tongue deep inside the hungry folds. I began to moan and get restless again, but there was nowhere I could go.

  Opening my eyes, I looked down and watched as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. It was quite a heady and erotic thought to realize that less than twenty-four hours ago the idea of turning my body over to Daniel Stoddard would never have entered my imagination. He looked up at me, with those piercing blue eyes and I watched as his fingers gently separated my nether lips, giving his tongue greater access.

  He buried his head between my spread thighs again, and I could feel his tongue bury deep inside me, as the abrasive feel of his whiskers rubbed against my sensitive skin. I assumed he had shaved that morning, but the day’s growth was evident.

  I felt him slip one hand under my bottom and was quite shocked when he pressed a finger between my buttock cheeks and boldly entered my puckery rear entrance with one of his fingers. I let out a scream, yet he pressed in deeper. A man had never done that to me before, and I found the intense sensation overwhelming.

  Blood coursed through my veins, hot and urgent. I wanted to wrap my legs around his head but I was held in place by the leather bindings. The feeling of helplessness, knowing he had complete control over my body, stoked my desire. Never before had I imagined such dark cravings lurked in my soul. The pressure built deep in my womb and I knew the thing I desperately wanted was within reach. He also knew, for his intensity increased and he was sending me over the edge.

  The moment my orgasm burst, Daniel moved quickly up my body and plunged his swollen shaft into my womb. I let out a scream from the exquisite torture and he began pumping away in a frenzy, hammering me with his enormous penis as his mouth covered mine and I could taste my juices on his lips.

  The fucking continued in a frantic speed and when the second climax hit, I was beyond myself, kissing him back with total surrender. When he came, he again held himself inside my body, pumping his seed deep in my womb, filling me as if I was his private vessel to use at will.

  The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing as we both attempted to catch our breath. My eyes were closed and I enjoyed the feel of his oppressive weight as his body continued to cover mine. Finally, I felt him roll off me, and I could tell he was unfastening my ties. He rolled me over, and pulled me into his embrace, holding me. I could feel the beat of his heart….or was that mine?

  “I love your body,” he said at last, while leaving light kisses on my forehead.

  “That was amazing,” I murmured, the awe in my voice obvious. He chuckled, and gave me a little hug.

  “I knew you would respond like that,” he told me, sounding smug. “Kristy, I want you to belong to me, not just for tonight.”

  “I still don’t know what that means,” I said, snuggling into his embrace.Then I remembered what he had said.

  “You weren’t serious about making me have sex with someone else?”

  “It is not that I would make you. But if you turned your body over to me, I would expect you to be willing to do whatever I wanted, regardless of your own feelings.”

  “But why, why would you want that?” I asked.


  “Because I don’t like to role play. If I own you, I own you.”

  “And if you asked me to do something really disgusting, well, like have sex with a dog, you would expect me to do that.”

  “I don’t imagine I would want you to have sex with a dog, but if I asked you to let a dog mount you, to fuck you, then yes I would expect you to comply. To do anything less would mean you didn’t belong to me.”

  I tried to pull away from him, but he held me tight.

  “Kristy, you would also have the option to walk away, and say no,” he explained.

  “I don’t understand?”

  “As I said, I want to own you. I want complete control of your body, your life. Your purpose would be solely for my pleasure. In exchange for that, I would take care of you. You would live in beautiful homes, travel first class, continue to pursue your photography and never worry about money. I would take care of all your financial needs. Yet, the moment you refuse to obey me, our arrangement is over. There would be no second chances. You would return to your former life, and could take any of the personal items I purchased for you, but that is all. I would owe you nothing, nor would you be allowed to contact me again.”

  “This is all so confusing,” I murmured.

  “I have waited a long time for this, Kristy,” he told me. There was something oddly familiar about his words. I thought about them for a moment, and then it came to me. Abruptly, I sat up in the bed, pulling myself from him.

  “You! You came into my room this morning! You came through the connecting door!” He was stretched out next to me on the bed, his upper body now propped up on his elbow, watching me. A sly smile crossed his lips. He denied nothing.

  “The water! You drugged me!” It all made sense. I remembered the bucket of ice, the water chilling. I remembered how sleepy I got immediately after drinking the water.

  “I could have you arrested!” I screeched, suddenly horrified.

  “Calm down, Kristy. I didn’t do anything to you. I simply wanted to save us both some time. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by bringing you up here, undressing you, and discovering your body was not what I imagined. It isn’t as if I took your body out for an unauthorized test drive, I simply inspected the merchandise.”

  “I am not merchandise!” I shouted, feeling suddenly foolish and wanting to leave.

  My threat of having him arrested obviously did not phase him, and when I gave it a second thought I knew no one would believe me, especially considering the fact I’d willingly come to his hotel room and had sex with him. By the look on his face, I knew he was not finished with me, and had every intention to use me until morning.

  Instead of arguing with me, Daniel rolled over, grabbed me by the waist and easily lifted me off the mattress and flipped me around, setting me on my hands and knees. He then moved behind me and for a moment I assumed he was going to take me doggie style.

  “Have you ever been fucked in your ass?” Daniel asked, as he sat on his knees behind me. His grip was firm on my waist and I did not attempt to get away.

  “Please Daniel, don’t do this. I’ve never had anal sex!” I pleaded. The idea was terrifying. Never once had I considered something like this when agreeing to stay. I suddenly realized how truly naïve and foolish I was. What surprised me, I didn’t regret staying. I wanted more of Daniel Stoddard.

  “Kristy, if you behave like a good little girl, and offer up your sweet ass to me, I will use lubrication, to ease my entry. But, if you refuse to submit, I will take your ass without lubrication, and trust me, you will not find any pleasure in the fucking of your ass, if I do that.”

  Once again, my heart began to beat faster and faster. As much as I did not want him to fuck my ass, I felt a surge of lust and was secretly glad he would not let me go until morning.

  “I will behave,” I told him, sounding like a frightened child. He patted my bottom and told me I was a good girl. I felt him get off the bed, and assumed it was to get the lubrication. I did not move, but remained quietly on the bed, crouched on my hands and knees.

  He stood at the foot of the bed and instructed me to scoot all the way down, so that my bottom was hanging over the edge of the mattress. I then realized he intended to stand up while fucking my ass.

  “Present yourself, my little slut,” he told me.

  “Present myself?” I asked, more nervous than I had ever been in my life.

  “Reach back and spread those sweet little ass cheeks so I can see your back hole.”

  “But the lubrication?” I asked, fearing a dry and harsh entrance.

  “I put it on my cock. Don’t worry, Kristy, it will be okay. I promise to take care of you. As long as you are a good girl, I will try to make this as easy as possible for you, and perhaps you might come to find pleasure in a good ass fucking. I know I intend to enjoy it.”

  Nervously, I reached back with my trembling fingers, and pressed the twin globes of my buttock cheeks, spreading them wide apart, exposing to his view my most private and intimate orifice.

  “Very nice,” he murmured, before placing the head of his cock on my back entrance and taking a firm hold of my hips. “Hold very still, Kristy. If you move, I might not be able to contain myself and press in too quickly, which you will find most painful.”

  “Yes sir,” I found myself saying, while resting my forehead on the mattress to keep balance. I have no idea where the “sir” came from, but it seemed to please him, for he told me I was more perfect than he imagined, and that he was proud of me.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” he told me. I was surprised at the endearment, and suddenly wanted to please him so he would call me that again.

  I felt him press in, very slowly, stretching my back entrance with the fat head of his stiff cock.

  “It hurts,” I whispered, yet held very still.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, which also surprised me, because he had made it clear that only his pleasure mattered. For some reason, when he offered to stop, I wanted him to continue.

  “No, don’t stop. If it feels good to you, I want you to go on.” I whispered.

  “You are so tight back here, sweetheart. Such a sweet little fuck,” he practically moaned his comment, making me feel perversely proud that he found the taking of my ass so special. The head of his cock was all the way in, causing pain to shoot up my spine.

  “Oh Kristy, you have no idea how I would love to drive into you with one thrust,” he moaned. The sound of the pleasure he was experiencing, made me want desperately to give him even more pleasure. Without thinking of my personal physical pleasure or potential pain, I impulsively pushed backward, sending my ass onto his cock. It drove into me with one firm thrust. I was unable to contain the scream that tore from my throat, and he was unable to restrain himself. The mattress shook as he drove into me, again and again, penetrating my untried ass with his enormous shaft, giving me a fucking I never thought possible.

  I was in that moment his possession, his sex toy, his object to use, and I was more turned on and sexually aroused than I had ever been. His balls slapped against my bottom each time he rammed into me. The cock’s head stayed embedded in my back tunnel, never leaving me completely, yet readying itself for the next assault.

  Somewhere in the frantic ass fucking he reached around with one hand, teasing my clit as he used my bottom, bringing me with him to the cliff we were both about to take a freefall from.

  Together we collapsed on the mattress, exhausted and sexually satisfied. After a moment, he pulled his spent penis from my sore ass, leaving a trail of cum dribbling down my buttock cheeks.

  “Are you alright?” he asked at last, his breathing again steady.

  “Yes,” I whispered, yet silently wondered if he really cared.

  “You were quite magnificent,” he told me, then gave me a hug.

  “You called me sweetheart,” I reminded him.

  “A momentary slip,” he chuckled.

  “I liked it.” I told him.

 
“The ass fucking, or the sweetheart?”

  “Both,” I confessed.

  “I suppose your submission weakened me,” he explained. “But I don’t want to mislead you. I am not a hearts and flowers guy.”

  I didn’t get much sleep that night. When morning arrived, I used the adjoining door to my room to shower and get some clean clothes.

  My bottom was sore, as was my poor pussy, for he pounded them relentlessly during our night together. We hadn’t discussed his proposition for a long term relationship. He offered to take me to breakfast, so we could discuss his proposal.

  When alone in the hotel room, he treated me like his personal sex slave. Yet, when we went to breakfast, he was the consummate gentleman. Daniel’s manners were impeccable, and he treated me like a lady. This both surprised and pleased me.

  “I would never abuse you,” Daniel told me at breakfast, when I mentioned how gentlemanly he was behaving.

  “I don’t understand you, Daniel,” I told him, as I took my first bite of eggs Benedict. He only shrugged, and sipped his coffee.

  After a few minutes of silence, he asked, “Why did you stay last night?”

  “I don’t know,” I told him, and I didn’t understand my behavior. “Do you always behave that way with women? Just go up to them, and take over?”

  “If I want to use her for the night.”

  “Use her. That sounds so crude,” I told him.

  “It didn’t stop you from letting me use you,” he reminded me, yet his tone was playful.

  “Oh shut up!” I snapped.

  He only laughed again, then reached over across the tabletop and took hold of my left hand, then said, “if you belonged to me, I would take you home and paddle your little backside for such an impudent outburst.” He gave my hand a little squeeze and let it go.

  “Well, I suppose it is a good thing I don’t belong to you,” I grumbled, but silently imagined what it would be like to be bent over his knee, while he spanked my bare bottom, leaving stinging red marks. I squirmed in my seat at the thought.

  “Kristy, about my proposal,” his tone was suddenly serious. I stopped eating and looked up into his face. “Last night I gave you a sample of what I will expect. I didn’t allow you a safeword, but I knew I wasn’t going to do anything that extreme.” I immediately wondered what he considered extreme, reminding myself how naïve I was.