Be Careful What You Wish For... (Bludmagnus/Jaijin)

[Ruphhausin]

Devon Talon was a Renaissance Man in the purist sense of the word to the world at large, and he liked very much that people held that perception. By the age of thirty-six, he was an accomplished actor, author, designer, part-time musician who had won strings of awards and made a vast fortune off of his labors. He also was keenly perceptive of the market, having invested as wisely as he had worked, and had more than enough money than he could ever spend alone, though that he managed to keep hidden to a great degree from prying eyes. He also, to the amazement of those who were devoted fans of his, managed to cultivate an air of mystery by avoiding the public eye and keeping all of his private life, as well as the inside and design of his very large home, private as well. Now though, he was about to, for his own ends, allow a momentary lapse in that. It was all for his own benefit, of course, because no one would refuse him.

At thirty-six, he was incredibly fit, with a lean and lithe musculature that betrayed the dancing side of his personal regimen. Dancing, aerobics, Pilates, resistance training, and martial arts all went into making him a very healthy and striking man to watch walk down the street. He new the paparazzi were following, because he had spent the time crafting that they would be. After multiple filed suits and gag-ordered settlements where they were always the losers, he had decided to throw them a bone. He was going to show himself and validate Anya's claims. He smiled, the very expensive sunglasses hiding his green eyes as he moved down the sidewalk. His car was there, just behind him where he parked the Aston Martin, and he was coming to get her to begin the real fantasy for her. His dark brown hair was simply styled, as he was one of those men that made simplicity look much more elegant than the excesses others made of things for themselves. His skin was clear and perfect, and he was frequently mistaken even by those who knew him of being much younger than he was. He soon was at the door of the library, very calm ad methodical as he went into the front door and then deliberately ducked into the Men's room and used it, talking his own sweet time as he thought to himself.

Yes, he did know Anya Anderson, well enough to know that being her current name was just the start of things that she had changed about herself. He knew these lovely younger woman who now hid behind her "sexy librarian" glasses and claimed not to know why some of the high school and college boys flirted so intensely with her. His people had found out everything about her, from the first claim she had made about knowing him to her going to the most expensive stores in town to register. He had all the proof he needed to shatter her web of deceptions, from proof of her past to evidence she had forged his name on documents and contracts. This was leverage, something that he would only use if needed. But that was not what he was after, and as he finished washing and drying his hands, he looked at himself in the mirror and then nodded. He was ready to do this, as he had made certain everything he had put into motion was ready. He was going to make her fantasy come true... and then make his a reality. He wanted her, this Anya, because he was going to turn her into what he wanted. She had done most of it to herself already, assuming a new identity and only sporadically contacting others. He was prepared for handling her, and that was going to be the best part.

He then stepped out and took a sip of water from the fountain, knowing his money had paid for the filtration the fountain used, thanks in part to a check Anya had forged and he had let go through. He always was amused at the assumption that he never would miss any or not know that some was siphoned off, which was a fallacy as he had an extremely good memory and often memorized pages at a momentary glance. He slowly walked to the desk, knowing that Anya had to be on break and possibly be telling others again of their engagement. He was wearing custom fitted jeans, similar to the ones that Chuck Norris started advertising in the Eighties that were designed for withstanding heavy movement associated with performing martial arts in them. He had on a silk shirt, a lighter shade of green than his eyes to go with the darker green of his alligator boots. He also had on a comfortable green suede jacket and he leaned slightly against the counter, knowing that he was about to make the day of about thirty different tabloids around the world. He smiled at the young college girl behind the counter, enjoying the look on her face as he spoke while putting his sunglasses into his inside pocket.

"Would you tell Anya I am here? I just got in on the late morning flight, and I really do home she has not forgotten I had lunch plans for us."

He knew she had told people the "reasons" they had never been seen together, and he made those a reality but reserved the ability to expose her when it was needed. He knew he was going to enjoy this, and as he watched the girl slowly leave with an effort to take her eyes off of him, he knew it was going to be so much fun teaching Anya a lesson.

 

[Jaijin]

Anya Anderson of West Hollywood--once known as Becky Sue Macon from Sabetha, Kansas—was sipping a cappuccino in the library coffee shop, enjoying her mid-morning break. Born a boring blue-eyed blonde inclined to wholesome, womanly curves, she had refashioned herself into Anya Anderson, fiancée to the great Devon Talon. With the help of a personal trainer, she had sweated off her adolescent curves, seeking the honed physique the world would expect a woman who had captured Talon to have. Her hair had been straightened, styled, and expertly dyed a raven black. Every extraneous hair on her body had been subjected to the painful, but liberating wax-treatment. On her twenty-third birthday, Anya had given herself dynamic green eyes courtesy of contacts paid for by her fiancée.

When Becky had first arrived in Los Angeles, she had gone to work for a talent agent doing secretarial work, light filing. But one day, she had seen the Devon Talon enter their offices. Her heart had stopped. He was so beautiful, his eyes, the way he carried himself. She had felt mesmerized. It wasn’t long before she found herself researching little things about him. What he liked? When he was born? She felt almost part of him. The worst was reading about his women. She hated it. He deserved better than sluts who used him for whatever they could get. It came to her that Devon needed someone special, a fiancée who genuinely cared about him.

It wasn’t long after that illumination that she began to stray from simple Internet search to hacking into the Agency’s files on Devon Talon. She obtained copies of his contracts, credit card numbers, and social security number, more information on the Mr. Talon than the agency really should have had. But he was an important client. From there, she branched out to making telephone calls and finding out where he would be next. They call it social engineering and she became very good at worming bits of information about this amazing man from all sorts of people. And then one day, she simply decided to become Anya Anderson, Mr. Talon’s fiancée.

She knew it wasn’t real ... sort of. But for once in her life, she became motivated into becoming what she envisioned as the sort of woman Mr. Talon would want. The stupid, boring Becky Macon vanished. And then, she bought idea that made much more real who she was. Anya Anderson was twenty-six, had a master’s in library science, had graduated summa cum laude from USC. And then she applied for a job as Anya Anderson and got it. Becky Macon slowly disappeared as Anya Anderson came to life. Lately, she had registered her and Devon’s wedding with Nordstrom’s and the other major apartment stores. She had even booked a chapel. Although, she knew she had to speak to Devon about it before they secured the date. He might want something different.

It was with utter shock that she looked up from her expensive coffee and saw Devon approaching. The world seemed to shift on its axis as her heart lurched into her throat. “Is is you,” she asked in a shaken voice, hands trembling.

 

[Ruphhausin]

Devon smiled, taking Anya's hand and pulling her to him. He did not give her the opportunity to say anything else, as he already knew the zoom lenses from five dozen cameras were taking their picture now. He kissed her the way he knew she wanted him to, taking time and making a long, slow, and thorough job of it. He kissed her as if they had known each other for all the time she had been pretending, and he let her get lost in that kiss. His hands moved up her arms and held her at her upper shoulders and neck, moving to the sides of her head and face and made certain every shot was taken by the photographers. He slowly broke the kiss, making it look very good as he moved his head to the other side of hers.

"I told you my plane would land in time for lunch, and I am so very glad you didn't eat without me."

As he held her, he moved his mouth to hear ear and whispered huskily into it as his hands caressed her shoulders, then back, and finally ass as he did.

"Good call, reserving the outdoor table overlooking the marina. Couldn't have done better myself. I love seafood. Now, I already moved you from your apartment to the house, so we can go home after lunch."

He then thanked the young woman, who has seen the flashes of the cameras, and she gestured to the back of the library. He led Anya out, stopping so she could grab her things as he did.

"I'll by you another coffee later, the only thing they don't know is where we are eating..."

He led her out and to the back of the delivery truck. The driver and his assistant, did not start the car until after the reporters were headed in the wrong direction, then they drove the two of them to his car. After paying the driver and the young woman he was training, Devon got Anya into the Aston Martin One-77 and then drove off. The Vanquish was the diversion, and would be towed by the people he paid to do so for him. He handed Anya a pair of sunglasses, the feminine counterparts to the pair he was wearing and he smiled at her as he turned and gunned the motor.

"So you are my fiance'. Well, I am very pleased indeed."

 

[Jaijin]

Astonishment washed over Anya nee Becky when the subject of her many hours spent scheming and dreaming over approached. A man in a billion, her breath caught in her throat as she recognized Devon Talon She felt almost faint, her heart seemed off-track. “Devon,” she whispered hesitantly. One small slender hand reached out and she practically died as his warm hand took hers.

Then, he pulled her close into a kiss that challenged any kiss that had ever gone before it. Happiness bubbled up as he began to kiss her. He tasted manly, warm, so wonderful. A little moan gurgled in her throat as his hands rand down her back and rippled down the cloth covering her skin like an iron heating cotton to tease her tight buttocks, pulling her in close, so her softness was crushed by his beautifully hard masculinity. She wanted to cry of happiness, his lips were so sweet, his touch so soft.

It was as if the world were glowing as he led her outside. Becky had always this naive feeling that if you wished hard enough, took advantage of the opportunities, anyone could get their heart’s desire. Today, she knew this was no longer merely her belief, it was the astonishing reality. She would gladly follow him anywhere.

When his people finally dropped them off, she blinked as she recognized Devon’s $1.8 million dollar Aston Martin. She had managed to obtain copies of his registration records and the sales agreement he had with the Beverly Hills Aston-Martin dealership he used for the purchase. He paid cash! “Oh my God,” she squealed. “I helped you pick out your paint job to match my eyes.” In the back of her mind, she realized that she has chosen her green contacts to match the paint job of his car.

This served to bring her back to reality for a moment. How had he found out about her? But just as she was trying to focus on what was real, not her rich fantasy of Devon, he told her how pleased he was for her to be his fiancée. And she smiled as if she had just won the lottery. “I’m so thrilled Devon. And I’m in completely in love with you.” She beamed with happiness. “You complete me.” She had seen the “you complete me” line used in a movie and dreamed that either she or Devon would say it to each other in real life. And now, it had happened! "They were young, in love, and engaged."

 

[Ruphhausin]

He soon was parking at the restaurant next to the marina, and he then was leading her inside. He loved the fact that many of the people who worked and patronized this restaurant were very discreet when it came to him. As they were seated, Devon was already thinking about the rest of the day, and the next week or so. He had a great many plans for her, all of them very intense beyond anything Anya, or Becky as she was originally, every could have thought. She wanted him, and had relentlessly pursued insinuating herself into his life and now he was going to give her what she wanted. He ordered the drinks, getting her favorite so as to let her know that he new as much about her as she did about him. The waitress left them their waters and went to get the drinks, and he sipped his water first and smiled, his eyes looking into hers as he placed his hand on her thigh. The table clothe was long enough, weighted on the edges so any breeze would have trouble moving it, and the fact there was little at all allowed him to brush her skirt up and he could stroke on her inner thigh with his fingertips.

"I know all about you, and I have no issues with anything that you have done, so getting to know one another has already happened, Anya. You are no longer Becky at all, and I am very eager to begin our relationship. You should know by now that all things are on my terms, whether you understand them or not, so right here and now, you have a choice. You can either walk away, and I will simply tell the press that we had a bad enough fight and it was all my fault and tarnish my good public face, or you can agree right now to any and all of what I will want from you. I intend to go through with the wedding, absolutely, and that will be that. But I will not wait till the wedding night to have you, so after we have a satisfying lunch, you and I are going to go back to our house and we are going to be together. So, do you accept this?"

He held his hand up as the waitress returned, setting the drinks down and telling them she would return shortly for their orders. Devon then nodded to Anya again, hoping that she will fully embrace the fact that, if she agreed, her life before then would be totally over.

 

[Jaijin]

Becky spent high school daydreaming, spinning romantic little stories in her head, and doing as little school work as possible. It wasn’t a lack of intelligence on her part; she merely found reality boring tripe and her teachers, for the most part, brain dead Neanderthals. Unfortunately for her social position at Rutland High School, her fellow students thought she was geeky, a total space cadet. In the end, she barely had enough credits to graduate.

Without any interest in the jobs available in her part of Kansas for a not-quite high school dropout, she transferred to junior college for a semester. She started with sixteen units, but dropped all but one English class in which she got a solid “B” for her creative stories. It was then she headed to Los Angeles and proved that she actually had picked up a few skills in the computer classes she never quite passed. Hacking into the school computers, her Associate’s Degree and solid “B” average grades had gotten her the first job, her first step on the ladder to success.

Now as she sat across from the most magnificent, talented man in the world and one of the most interesting in history, Anya couldn’t help but feel it had all been worth the hard work. She practically glowed as Devon spoke about their marriage. When he ordered her an apple martini or Appletini, she was truly impressed that he had made the effort to get to know her. The drink was liquid candy and most men found it disgusting. But she thought it elegant and wonderful, the way it created a beautiful warmth radiating through her body as she drank them, the sweet taste it left in her mouth.

As he revealed his knowledge of her history, Anya was far from distressed. It was like fate had brought them together. She nodded and tried to explain. “I wanted to be the kind of person worthy of you Devon. I’ve tried to reshape myself into a girl you could fall in love with.” Her voice and expression had the sincerity of the truly converted. If Devon was a religion, she would gladly have worshiped at his alter. “And you’re a special man, Devon. So of course, our relationship, our marriage will be on your terms. Please, never think I would try to restrict you in any way. You have to be free to express yourself as you desire.”

When he turned the conversation to the physical aspect of their relationship, she blushed. This was the one area where Anya truly felt nervous. She had one boyfriend in Kansas. The sex had been less than extraordinary. In Los Angeles, she had forced herself to go out on dates. She had even joined a dating service. Twice, she slept with her date and she felt like she hadn’t been able to fully satisfy them. So, she hated the idea that Devon might not desire her, that she might now please him. But then she thought about it. She hadn’t been with another man since the first time she saw Devon. Of course their love would transcend anything she had ever done before. It was kismet. So she bit her lip, forced down her fears and nodded. “I want to be yours Devon, yours in every way possible. We don’t need to wait until our wedding. I want you to set the pace of our relationship. I never want to leave you.”

 

[Ruphhausin]

At least two dozen of the other women in the restaurant were jealous of Anya at that moment, as news of his engagement to her were spreading like wildfire throughout the whole of Los Angeles County, California and people were calling them. They were upset, as many of them dressed to impress, and he was focused totally on the librarian with him. Devon did not even pay attention to most of what was going on around them, he was focused on her for a purpose. His hand was already up at her panties, and as the waitress returned, he ordered. He ordered for her the salad and meal he knew she would enjoy the most at that particular moment, being careful to add the few minute adjustments for the items for her. He also ordered his favorite meal, also with a fruit salad as well as a normal salad to keep up with his very well known general healthy lifestyle.

After the waitress left again, Devon pushed his fingers under Anya's panties and he smiled as he watched her reactions. That was the most wonderful part about that place, as the booth that was his usual one was at part of the terrace that was shielded by metal-work and allowed him the privacy to do that. He used two of his fingers to stroke her pussy lips and clit wantonly, the lust in his eyes for her extremely evident for her eyes only. He wanted her and her alone to see that look, as he was able to alter how he looked at others to keep it for her alone. He leaned in, kissing her shoulder and neck as he then whispered to her in a very passionate tone.

"I am going to show you exactly what happens to a woman who does not stop to get what she says she wants."

 

[Jaijin]

Anya felt dazed by the shock of her good fortune. She loved the sense of confident command he projected as he ordered for them both. Although Devon ordered off the menu, her eyes shone with pride as she noticed how he altered the order ever so slightly to suit his taste. This wasn’t a man who accepted second best in life. A flush of warmth twisted its way down her face to her spine as she realized how amazing that he had chosen her, just as she had chosen him. Neither of them would accept second best. And she could no longer be considered less than first choice if a man like Devon was her fiancé. As the waitress moved off, he moved a little closer to her, pulled her a little closer to him. His face, the face of Devon Talon was only inches from her own, she could open her mouth and inhale his essence if she wanted. Anya looked deep in his eyes and saw his passion for her, the depth of his feelings. Her heart melted, because no man could fake the intensity of those feeling that shone in his beautiful, emerald eyes. Her lush red lips parted in a sudden gasp of breath as she felt his hand teasing its way slowly up her thigh.

The skirt she wore had been purchased on Rodeo Drive with Devon’s credit card. Black, it zipped in the back with a back slit similar to that worn by a woman Devon had once dated for several months. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she felt his hand reach her womanly center, his fingers teasing her lips, sliding slowly down her slit. She hoped he liked the lack of hair down there. Some men hated the look, they wanted to see the curly triangle their mothers had worn. But because she had chosen to dye her hair black, she made the decision that those blond, curls had to go. The first time she had a full body wax, she had cried, unable to believe the pain. A lot of women didn’t keep up the wax treatment, because of the pain. But she had consciously decided that Devon was worth the pain. And right now, with Devon Talon’s fingers slipping into her pussy, teasing moistness from that hot, pink center, she knew Devon was worth any amount of pain. She spread her thighs slightly, bracing her heels against the rich brown carpet of the restaurant floor and leaned back against her chair trying not to show the intensity of her feelings for what Devon was doing. Suddenly, he leaned forward and he kissed her shoulder. God she wanted to scream with joy, her heart racing.

When he whispered what he planned to do to her, Anya turned her own face toward him. She felt a certain heat and knew she was blushing pink. Her lashes swept down across her cheekbones and she replied, “I want it all Devon, everything you want to give me. I want to be your woman, let me please you.” The two kissed and it felt perfect, exactly right. Not long after, the dinner came. And it was ... perfect. She felt giddy with joy. Everything was so ... perfect. She took another sip of her Appletini even as Devon slid a second finger inside her. Some women might consider what he was doing inappropriate given the public nature of the setting. But Anya had trouble imagining a man as special as Devon could ever do anything inappropriate.

 

[Ruphhausin]

The meal was perfect, right down to all of the drinks. He was very pleased with how well she ate, and all through the meal he complimented her on her manners and poise, letting her know that he knew she was very smart just not in an overly bookish sense. He also applauded her for reading as much of the books at the library as she could, and getting a good hands on idea of a number of things that a college education would not provide most. He was returning his hand to her pussy frequently throughout the meal, loving the fact that she was so wet the entire time. When they were both finished, or near about to it, he smiled and leaned back to her ear.

"Alright, I think you and I need to get out of here and go back to the house. The men have your things there and the first thing I want to show you is the special room I have for us. It is for some of our most special moments. I ordered your favorite dessert to take home with us."

He then stood up, ready to help her as he already put the entire bill on his credit card. He helped her up and they walked to the car, soon heading to his beach house not even ten miles away. He did not even give her time to think, soon having her inside the house, the door locked, and pressing her against the door and kissing her ravenously as his hands pushed up her skirt.

 

[Jaijin]

Devon was devastating to a girl’s self control, Anya thought. She would never have allowed a man such liberties so early in a relationship. But she and Devon were special, being engaged. Her nights had often been interrupted with dreams of this man, his strong arms around her as he kissed and teased her. She would wake damp with sweat, her hand buried between her legs.

Now it was happening. As Devon paid, Anya’s contact-green eyes glowed with an iridescent pride in this man. Then when he looked her way, she couldn’t help but blush knowing what they had been doing mere minutes before. To avoid his intent gaze, which seemed to peer into her very soul, her long lashed eyes swept downward and fell upon her engagement ring. She frowned. It wasn’t as exciting as a man like Devon might have purchased, but she had had to pick it out herself and purchase it using money she had shifted from one of Devon’s accounts.

Those days troubled her; she preferred to focus on the reality of now, of Devon in her arms, his hard lips seizing her own, the feel of his hands as they worked their magic beneath her skirt. She smiled and moved to stand right next to Devon. When they walked out to the car, she was shivering in anticipation of what would take place soon, once they were at Devon’s house.

Once inside, she was swept into his arms and pushed against the wall. The feel of the wall against her back while his hard body devoured her soft, lush curves was incredible. Moaning deep in her throat, she raked her nails gently down his back, kissing it back with all of her passion, her tongue dancing against his. “I’m yours now Devon,” she whispered passionately.

 

[Ruphhausin]

Devon smiled wickedly, his hands moving up after tucking her skirt up where it was so high that he could access her sex at any moment. He reached up and smiled, very glad he had purchased several of every outfit that Anya wore well as well as many of the things she was going to be wearing a lot of when he wanted. He then suddenly gripped the front of her blouse and yanked, ripping it open and causing the buttons to pop off. He got the blouse completely off, dropping it onto the floor and then gripped the back of her bra, getting the strapless silk undone with one movement of the hands, and he moved it up. He had it around her neck, leaving it there for just a second as he moved his hands down to take her hands in his. He moved backward, getting her into the kitchen and sitting down in one of the chairs as he got her over his lap, letting her feel his very hard cock as he got the bra in his hand, getting it around her neck where he trapped it.

"Yes, Anya... you are all mine.. by your own choice..."

He then pulled off her panties, placing them on the table and very glad again she only wore stockings or hose sometimes. He would change that some, but now he wanted it. He then used his free hand and started spanking her ass, getting her on both cheeks her real age. When he spoke again, he moved the silk and used the bra up to get under her chin somewhat, then told her about the next set of spankings.

"The first were for your real age. The second will be for each A and B you did not get in college. If you are mine, you will not lie unless I tell you to, and never to me. When I am done spanking your ass, show you understand by spreading your taunt thighs that very second I stop."

He started the second round of spanking her ass, loving how her tits were jiggling.

 

[Jaijin]

Anya had studied every aspect of Devon Talon’s life in pursuit of her obsession. She had chosen him, because he was handsome, rich, and successful. He had a reputation for being a forceful, strong man both professionally and personally. One of the things that had most titillated her imagination as she dreamed of him was the rumor that he tended to be very take charge and even a little cruel in bed. The truth was Anya was timid sexually; she hated the need to make decisions. When it came to life outside the sexual context, she found herself better able to function.

So she wasn’t utterly surprised when Devon had begun pushing the sexual relationship very early. It even aroused her for this was no stranger, but the love of her life. She felt the electricity with his every touch. But when he suddenly tore her blouse, buttons flying everywhere, she choked back a cry, frightened and electrified. It exposed the fairness of her unmarked breasts, the small rosy nipples to his view and she felt a sudden flush run down her neck. For a moment, Anya felt scared, but this was her Devon and as he moved her into the kitchen, she acted a little dazed, but made no attempt to resist. As he put her on his lap, she felt his masculine heat and her body stirred in answer. It felt so right, so perfect.

She was his; Devon would claim her. When he told her, “Yes, Anya... you are all mine... by your own choice...,” she nodded fearfully. “I am yours. I’ve given myself to you.” He slowly pulled off her panties and she felt a sudden shyness. Her eyes looked like deer trapped by approaching lights. When he shifted her and his open hand smacked across her tight buttocks, she cried out in shocked dismay.

It hurt! To make her life story work, her supposed master’s degree in library science, Anya had added six years to her age. So instead of the twenty-year old reality, she was a very young appearing so-called twenty-six-year old. Each smack caused her body to leap forward and a gasp of pain escape her lush lips. She wasn’t counting, but each blow scared her, the crack of flesh on flesh, hard on soft, it aroused her intensely as well as sent shocks of pain through her. As he spoke of her lies, she felt shame. She had lied to this beautiful, special main. And this more than the pain sent tears welling up to glisten on her lashes.

She deserved this punishment, Anya thought to herself. No skin was being broken. He did not inflict permanent injuries of any kind. It was what she deserved. Sniveling, Anya bit her lips. “I’m sorry,” she cried out, “so sorry.” As his hand began again to rain down carefully administered blows on her buttocks, as they turned bright red beneath his hand, she truly was sorry. When he finished, she was crying in earnest. But it didn’t stop her from spreading her thighs apart as he had commanded.

 

[Ruphhausin]

Devon then spanked her thighs and pussy the same way, getting the same number of swats on them as he had her ass. He wanted those areas red as he was going to take her as he pleased, and he made certain that his fingertips smacked her clit. He loved how his swatting of her cunt sounded, and he was very intent on making her feel the intensity of his correction of her as thoroughly as he wanted. When his swatting of her pussy was finished, he then took two of his fingers, pushing them as deep inside of her pussy as he could. He pumped the fingers in and out of her, his other fingers and thumb stroking her clit and perineum as he did so. He looked into her eyes as he used the strapless bra that he moved back onto her neck to keep her with her head arched back. He was very intense, his next words very blunt as he told her exactly what he was going to do to her.

"I am an intensely Dominant man, Anya Anderson, and I own you. You are my woman, my property, my bitch, my slut, and my slave. You are going to do all I say, when I say to do it, how I say to do it, no matter why I say to do it. I will tell you what to wear, what to eat, what to say, where to go, what to do, and how often. I am going to train you to be a proper wife for me, and that involves your total submission. But you merely saying it will not do, as I am going to train and teach you from the most basic levels. No if you understand, get up from my lap and lean over the kitchen table now!"

 

[Jaijin]

Anya whimpered as her Devon teased her gym-honed body with a combination of pain and pleasure. She should have been fearful, even outraged that he would dare to treat her so. Instead, she was hot. Women had made trade-offs throughout history for powerful men. When he began to speak of her as his bitch, his slut, mere property, a slave, Anya felt instinctively that for this man, she could be his everything.

Maybe it was the sexual aspect of spanking, of domination. Anya only knew that although anxious about the pain, she savored the caress of his hand on her soft bottom both when he smacked her and when his teasing hard fingers as it probed into her tender flesh. When he said the word, “Wife,” she gasped almost as if on the crest of an orgasm, her body jerking slightly. She felt warm and moist.

When he told her to move and lean over the kitchen table. Her voice was very soft as she said only, “Yes Devon.” Anya then slid off his lap and wobbled over there, moving a bit slow, before she leaned over the kitchen table. Her nail-polished, carefully manicured hands reached out and gripped the sides. Secretly, she hoped her makeup had not run. She had so carefully applied it this morning, not realizing she would actually meet her Devin, but dreaming of it nonetheless. She so wanted to look pretty for him. Her body quivered and she leaned forward, feeling the cool polished oak of the table pressing against her breasts, her dyed raven black hair spread out. She had chosen the color after studying the women he dated. Her every action for the past six months had been to become the kind of woman that Devon Talon might notice.

And he had noticed her!

 

[Ruphhausin]

Devon slowly unzipped his jeans, and he took his cock out of his jeans and moved closer to Anya. He was very large, and one of the older women he had had relations with compared him in size to several porno stars. He had himself measured once, learning he was very well endowed. He placed the plum-sized head of his cock at her pussy and he gripped her hips the next second. He thrust his own forward, yanking her back to him and sinking as much of his cock inside of her with one thrust as he could. She was unbelievably tight, and he growled and groaned as he pushed into her, eventually after several seconds forcing himself in to bottom out inside of her twat. Her wetness had helped, but her quim felt tighter than most condoms, and he was so very pleased with that as he moved his hands up to her sides and soon under her to grip her tits. As he squeezed and kneaded her globes, he moved her so that she arched her back and up.

He pulled out almost to the point were the head of his cock was out of her, only to yank her hard and slam forward with his body, impaling her with his immense thrust. He was doing that with a steady intense rhythm, his thrusts so hard and deep he caused her body to bounce from his pelvis against the table and for her to bounce a little on her feet. He yanked her hard, his hands tight on her boobs as his fingers pinched her nipples and even twisted them some, his grip pressing her jugs against her chest somewhat. He picked up speed of his thrusts, leaning forward to tell her more about what was going to happen and how she was going to learn to obey him and what he was going to do to her.

"This nice tight pussy of yours is going to be pounded very nice and hard for the next several days. I have taken care of everything, so for the next nine days, you concentrate on keeping your body ready for anything and everything I am going to do to you. Start by saying 'Yes Devon, Sir, you wish is my command.' That is how you will respond until I tell you otherwise, now do you understand?!?!?"

He yanked her harder and forced her to arch back, knowing that his pounding of her may be uncomfortable for her in that pose.

 

[Jaijin]

The zip of Devon’s jeans sounded preternaturally large to Anya’s nervous hearing. His hands felt hot against her skin as he gripped her hips and she gasped as she felt the satin-steel of his cock against the torturous hot ache of her damp skin, her screaming nerves. Her humid flesh opened to his invasion, causing Anya to close her eyes, going week as his cock scraped along her clitoris. The ease with which he held her communicated how much stronger he was than her own slender physique, sending a flood of anxious excitement deep into her being.

And then she moaned as she felt him enter her, the impossible thickness of him opening her body to him. She squirmed as he plunged deep inside and then paused, causing her to bite her lip against the intensity of the feeling as he pushed her down, hard so that the table bit into her hips. Suddenly, he was teasing and kneading her breasts and Anya let out a soft cry as he shifted her so that her back arched, her hips shifting so that it felt as if he had somehow gone even deeper into her soft body.

“Devon, Devon, Devon,” her soft little voice moaned out an erotic rhythm as he made her his. She tried to thrust back against him, loving the feel of him so deep inside her. She had once read that size didn't matter to a woman, something about how the vast majority of her nerve endings were concentrated in her clitoris, but Devon made her a believer in the idea that size did matter. No man had every made her feel this way, this fiery heat flooding her body, so very intensely sexual.

And then his deep, actors voice began to tell her exactly what he was going to do to her and it drove her insane. “Oh God, yes,” she cried out. “Yes, Devon sir, your wish is my command.” She was moaning out a stream of non-sense about how she wanted to be his slave, his slut, his bitch. She was feeding back his words as her body jerked and twitched out a massive, mind shattering orgasm. She had never understood what exactly she wanted in life until recently. But it was all Devon now.

 

[Ruphhausin]

"I know all about you, Anya.. how you, like I, spend a lot of time working out and staying very limber. That is very good, because this tight body of yours is going to be put to many tests over the next nine days."

He stressed that again, the fact that he was going to keep her that long without any further details. He yanked her, his hands tighter on her breasts as he started to speed up his thrusts while making them harder. He made her feel them going in so very deep, re-enforcing his every word as he started to pound into her pussy. He had everything he needed to train her, and his dark desires for her were extremely intense indeed. He rolled his hips, grinding more into her pussy lips and clit so that she would have total external stimulation as he did that. He handled her much rougher, making her take him still deeper inside of her tight twat. She had wanted him, and he wanted her, but her love had given her to him and it was going to always be on his terms. He nibbled and kissed on her neck, very intense as he spoke to her once again.

"In fact, you will go nude for a while until I settle on the close I will let you wear. I also am planning on marking you, Anya, as well as to many other things to your lovely body. Another rule as well is, unless you beg me, you are not allowed to cum. If you do, I will correct you with more than spankings."

 

[Jaijin]

Anya's breath came out in short, sharp gasps as Devon thrust into her again and again. The intensity of his possession was fierce and total and she knew her body would bear bruises where her hips had hit the table and his hands had squeezed her ripe, lush breasts. She had the fair skin that went with her natural blond hair and blue eyes. So she knew as Devon looked down on her naked body, bare before his gaze he would note the creamy, unmarked perfection of her skin. She had never lain out in the sun or allowed any other man to gaze on her nude body in the light. Her casual fumbling, her attempts at sex had all been hurried affairs in the dark.

When he spoke of leaving her nude, Anya flushed a deep shame filled read, a blush so intense it ran from her face to her neck and then stained her breasts a deep red. The idea of being nude for any period of time wasn't something she welcomed. But she bit her lip as her lover's lips nipped at her nick, as his hands teased her breasts. But then he raised another issue, marking her body. Anya had great pride in her fair, beautiful skin. She thought maybe he meant red marks from where he had spanked her or a love bit. If he meant a small, discrete tattoo, Anya thought she might be able to bear it. She hesitated wondering if she might ask him what he meant. But then he began to take her again and she lost the thought. She wasn't allowed to come? How could a girl not come with Devon possessing her so intensely. She hoped he wasn't serious about everything he said. She wasn't a real slave after all, she told herself, but rather his fiancée and future wife,

 

[Ruphhausin]

Devon had been planning this ever sense he realized that Anya had taken things so far, and that was justice in his eyes for what he wanted. He saw the perfect total opposite in her to him, the absolute submissive to his intense Dominant, and he was going to bring her to that status in do time. He slammed into her pussy so much harder, grinding rougher into her as he made her take his cock so much deeper. She was his, and he was going to push her to limits she never believed possible of herself. He had a friend, an expert in psychological warfare from when he was in the Service, teach him all about the intensive effects of manipulation, intimidation, and domination that were directed through the objectification, humiliation and degradation of a willing person. He had also found the book Mind Assassins very helpful, but he also was tempered with the fact she was like him in that she abandoned all of how she really used to be for being someone totally different.

"All you have to do, Anya, is to beg for the privilege to cum and I will let you."

He yanked her back more, tightening his hold on her tits so greatly, he knew that he was going to make it intense for her. When she had gone to the bathroom, he slipped something into her Appletini.. in fact he did it twice so what he wanted to happen would really start to take effect. As he pounding her cunt with more force, he continued to inform her just what he had done and what was going to happen to her soon enough.

"While at the restaurant, I put something in your Appletini... in fact I put it into your drink twice. Good thing it had all of that sugar in it, because that is going to help what it does to you. It is going to stimulate the effects of pregnancy, and cause your tits to start producing milk. Now normally it will be slow and only enough for once a day, but if I desire, I will use it as one of your punishments. And with all of the fucking I am going to be doing to you, it is just going to stimulate you to produce faster."

He then move his hands, allowing them to take control with more intensity by grasping her upper shoulders. He pressed his fingers firmly in, his thumbs doing the same on the back of her neck. She would still be able to breathe, but only just enough to answer him.

"Now declare you are my Slave, Anay.. Now!!!"

 

[Jaijin]

Anya lacked knowledge of the ancient Far East mind control practices and 20th century brainwashing techniques that her fiancée had studied. Nor did she realize that one reason Devin had chosen her was her particular susceptibility to such practices, the way her desire to mold herself into a new woman for the object of her obsession had already played into his hand. As he toyed with her breasts and teased her clitoris, Anya whimpered.

She had never achieved that holy grail of sexuality, the orgasm easily. Now, though, under Devon’s skilled fingers, she was on the cusp of that beautiful strawberry explosion, but he was denying her? Her mind felt broken into fragments by all that was happening and she tried to focus, “please, let me come Master, Sir,” she cried out prettily, her colored and glossed lips pouting out as she begged.

He laughed and teased her some more until suddenly, her body jerked and quivered at his command. Then he told her what he had done, how he had drugged her. She knew it was possible to encourage lactation without pregnancy, but she had no desire for her breasts to swell with milk. She wanted to lie about his pool and be seen on the red carpet, the famous fiancé of Devon Talon.

Before she could complain though, his fingers pressed down on the back of her neck. He was controlling her breathing and she whimpered again. He commanded her, “... declare you are my slave Anya. Now!”

Her face screwed up unhappily at declaring herself slave. She wanted to be wife, but she also felt on fire with lust for the amazing way he commanded her body. To her mind, a female slave's life revolved around sex and sensuality, abandoning herself to Devon's desires. The idea curled its way about her heart and suddenly seemed very attractive. She so wanted to please Devon; he was such a special man. “I am your slave Master Devon,” she said. feeling in her heart that it was true and hoping he would not be a cruel master.

 

[Ruphhausin]

The moment he heard her say that, he smiled with great pleasure. He sped up his thrusts, wanting his pounding to become a bit uncomfortable as he wanting to share all of himself with her. He was going to give her all he had, and not just inside of her body either. He was so very close to his first release, and he was more than willing to punish her just a bit until he got there himself. Luckily for her, his want of drenching her insides prevailed, and he then leaned in and let her hear what she wanted and needed to at that moment. With his husky whisper, just like he would use playing a romantic role, he told her what he wanted at that moment.

"Cum now.. nice and hard for Master. Let loose with all those lovely juices that only a woman like you can give when she is the slave of a master who deserves her. Soak my cock and balls, so that I can move on to the next part of making you completely mine."

He was still pounding her harder, knowing that her creamy thigh would be sore from it but wanting to get to his release as well. When she did cum, when that moment would happen, he would spray her vagina with a load he was certain she would feel very predominantly inside of her. He wanted his jizz to coat her walls, as it meant a lot to him for her to have his swimmers up in there, even though he knew that she was on the strongest birth control available. That he would fix later, for now, he was ready to flood her the moment she came for him.

 

[Jaijin]

The pain of his strong body pounding her into the table, the wood biting into her soft hips mixed with the incredible eroticism as he probed deep within her body, hitting her sensitive nerves. The fact this was Devon pounding into her from behind only made the moment more intense. Becky had become Anya for him, she had stolen and lied and changed and now she had him. He was going to make her his wife. She would gladly let him be in charge, take control, and then she heard that voice she had heard so many times on the silver screen, the voice of the lover and she crested her body spasming out its release, her deep, hot womanly center awash in the moistness that spoke of readiness and his own juices as he exploded into her.

The knowledge that his seed now lay deep inside her body was so erotic. Even though she had no desire to be a mother and always made sure she could not become pregnant, there was still something primal about a man's hot cock discharging his genetic material into your womb. "Thank you master," she cried out, tears shimmering on her eyes, the emotions were so intense. She lay there quiet for a moment, his weight resting on her body and she could feel a dampness running down her leg.

She had actually fucked Devon Talon! Anya could not believe how blessed she was.

 

[Ruphhausin]

"Don't think for one fucking second this is it, Anya, my lovely Slave. We are just getting started, as I have waited for just the right time to begin this with you. You want to be my wife and slave.. the woman that will always be in my life and be seen in public with me and partake of all that my success has given me?? Then you are going to start showing me just how much it means to you, all of your plans and actions. You will give more of your self than you ever thought possible, starting now with you making it up to me for using my money and name without my permission."

He made it sound very seductive and sensual, his deriding of her dishonesty, but he was starting with her humiliation. He was very cool as he suddenly pulled out of her pussy, as if he had stabbed her and was withdrawing the sword he had impaled her with. He backed up, his cock still very hard and dripping with her juices as he stood there in the archway between the kitchen and the hallway. He had a very wicked smile on his face, his white teeth like the Joker's when he played him in the recent Batman movie. He kept his arms at his sides, only pausing for a moment as he took another couple of steps back, getting a full yard away from her. If Anya did what he was about to tell her to do, then he really did own her, and in some ways his loving cruelties would be beyond acceptable to her.

"Get down from that table and onto your hands and knees, Slave Anya. Crawl here to me, and start to suck on my man meat. Do not use your hands, but keep them behind you with your hands clasped together. Do you understand? I want it done now!"

 

[Jaijin]

Anya listened, her body shivering a little with the intensity of the sex. For a girl who had never particularly enjoyed the act of mating, man slipping into woman, she found that Devon had coaxed sensuality from her body she didn’t know existed within her. He withdrew and she whimpered in dismay at losing the thick warmth, the fullness of him buried deep inside her.

Her ears where attuned to his voice and as she listed, she thought of being his wife, appearing on the red carpet with Devon, wearing high couture and she wanted it desperately. It was her right as Devon’s fiancée. He kept talking about slave, but the word that triggered hot flushes through her body was wife. She would do whatever he wanted to become that exalted person, the fabulous wife of Devon Talon.

His words should have turned her off, dismayed her, sent her scrambling for help. But instead, she simply knelt before him and then crawled like a cat, ass shifting back and forth, breasts swaying as she moved to her man. Rising, she put her hands behind her back. She offered a seductive smile and licked her lips before reaching out like a hungry child and wrapping those lush lips around his still-hard cock, slick with their juices. She flicked her pink tongue out to taste and tease. Then she began to suck in earnest, her body language telling him how much she lusted for him and would do anything he wanted.

The thought of being Devon Talon’s wife exerted a powerful call to her.

 

[Ruphhausin]

When she crawled to him and started to suck his cock, Devon knew that she was more than ready to be his. She needed to be his, as she so completely had given herself and made herself into what she thought he wanted that she already was halfway there. He then started to stroke her hair, grinding into her face as he did.

"I accept your submissiveness, Anya And right now, you need to show me how you can use your mouth on me. Suck and lick me, using your throat and lips to suck and pleasure me."