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Unexpected Pleasures (DareToDream & Talin)

DareToDream

DareToDream

Pulsar
Joined
Dec 26, 2009
Location
East Coast of U.S.
Parker Davis was the kind of man that saw something he wanted and went after it, letting no obstacle get in his way. It was all about the hunt and the end always justified the means, no matter what was at stake or who was involved. It was a hard rule to live by but he’d done it fairly well over the years and it had paid off. Lean and rugged, Parker was a very wealthy man, having made it big in the shadier side of the business world. He started out selling drugs out of high school then moved to petty larceny eventually building quite the reputation. The true money was in the sex trade industry though so one day he went for broke and purchased a massive country estate, setting it up as the perfect discreet whore house for the rich and famous. They came from all over the world to sample his wares, asking for all kinds of services, and Parker provided it. His stable of women and men were some of the finest in the world, all acquired illegally, and he always improved it.

Just he was about to do in just a few moments.

The hunt was on for another acquisition, this one a beautiful woman that he’d spotted a few months ago. She’d caught his eye the minute he saw her and it was lust at first sight. There was no doubt she was going to be his – and for once, he thought he’d enjoy her services for a bit before sharing her out – but he’d watched her for a while before making the move. As he sat in his car, his earpiece chirped and the voice of one of his men came through. “We’re in position, boss. Subject is leaving the bank now and head west on Lanier. She has a lunch date in thirty minutes and appears to walking there. What are your orders?” Parker considered for a moment and then spoke back. “Follow at a discreet distance and have Charlie park the van in the alleyway about a block from your current position. I’m making this grab personally.” With that, he hopped from the car and strolled off down the sidewalk, intent on meeting her at the front of that alleyway. His steps were true as he made his way through the sparse foot traffic, keeping an eye ahead. Occasionally updates came through the ear piece but he never responded, not wanting to give himself away. When she came into sight, a tiny grin came over his face.

Slipping a phone from his pocket, he flipped it open and began to act like he was texting. It was then that he ran into her, knocking her sideways into the alley. Jerking his head up, the phone clattering to the ground, he faked surprise. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” he blurted, seeing the contents of her purse strewn across the ground. “Here, let me help you with that.” He moved to her side instantly but instead of grabbing her stuff, he wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a hand over her mouth, this one containing a tiny piece of chloroform soaked fabric. It happened so fast, she was out before she knew it and loaded into the van. He left the contents of her purse scattered on the ground, leaving the scene to be cleaned up by the trailing man. After the woman was bound with rope and a ball gag was slipped into her mouth, Parker hopped out and proceeded back towards his car, knowing he’d meet the van at the house.
 
Sloane had it all, well mostly all, that a girl could ever want. Her job was amazing, she loved working for herself and being out and about on her own schedule. As a freelance photographer, she was able to be on assignment anywhere in the world. What was bad about that was it took a toll on her personal life and most of her family never knew where she was at any given time, no one knew. Today was the start of something new, maybe it was the date she had lined up for lunch, was she really ready to settle down and give it all up, maybe? Though not too sure with even a maybe, she stepped from the bank. She had no appointments to worry about and planned to play by ear her next few days. Tom, Terry or maybe even Tony was a friend of a friend of a friend kind of deal and it was set up so many times this had to have been the fifth time and she swore to him, via email, she wouldn’t miss it for the world. She didn’t know it, but she lied and no reschedule would be made.

Her dress was a thin purple material worn over grey leggings; her auburn hair just barely reached her shoulders and was loose in soft waves about her face. A light smattering of freckles could be seen just under her makeup. The curves of her body were hidden under the fabric of the dress. A large black bag was hanging by straps on her shoulder. It contained her entire life. She was currently searching said bag for her phone. Her wallet contained the cash she withdrew and in the process of putting, it back had dropped the thing into the abyss that was her purse. Not entirely sure of the time Sloane slowed her walk to dig deeper; she wasn’t really paying attention so when the man ran into her it was no surprise. “SHIT,” she exclaimed. “No it was my fault; really I need to pay more attention to my surroundings.” She smiled at the handsome man and looked down to the mess they had made. “If you insist,” She stated with another smile at him before turning her green eyes downward as he reached her side. She thought nothing of it but the moment he touched her, her eyes flew up to his before rolling back in her head. There was no time to scream, kick or even react.

Blackness followed my cold. The soft muffle of voices, too faint to make out what was said passed along on her subconscious. Her mind whirred with everything going on before succumbing to the dark once more. This time she came too more fully. The soft rumble of an engine and the vibrations of the movement of the vehicle made her stomach knot up. Long silky lashes fluttered open and closed as she tried to focus on something, anything but nothing came through the haze. Groaning she tried to slump over and realized, the reason she couldn’t was her arms were tied and suspended onto the roof of the vehicle. Talking, screaming and breathing through her mouth proved difficult with the thing in her mouth. She bit down on it and felt it give a bit. She squeezed down hard on it and tried to force it out but the strap around her head held it in place. The driver slammed on his brakes and laughed when she swung forward. “Ahhlole (Asshole),” she proclaimed around the rubber device. Whatever game this was it wasn’t funny. She had nothing so kidnapping was out of the question. The door to the van swung open and she grimaced the sudden light forcing her eyes closed. “Wat dur uck riz dis? (What the fuck is this?)” She asked past the gag.
 
Pulling out into traffic, Parker soon cleared the scene of the crime, confident that his men would clean it up behind him and eliminate any witnesses that might have seen them. It was a ruthless way to think, much less conduct business, but it was a necessity in his line of work. One didn’t become the crime lord that he had become by being soft and easy. As he drove, he thought about the woman, his mind filled with the image of her in that purple dress that had hid all of her curves. He knew what was under there though, having seen her in other outfits before, and he couldn’t wait to bare her skin back at the estate. Just the thought of this particular acquisition, this woman that called to him, had him hard inside his pants and he groaned. What was it about her that grabbed him so, he wondered? Was it her independent spirit and her inner strength? He knew she was a freelance photographer by trade, one that traveled the world for her shots, so she was definitely independent and strong. There was intelligence in there also, as well as a sense of humor and wit, but he imagined he wouldn’t see much of those once she’d been broken.

Tapping the earpiece he wore, he called his driver to get a status update. “About a half hour from the estate, boss. We’re making good time but our cargo is awake” he said, chuckling softly. “Quite the little fighter you acquired this time, Mr. Davis. She’s been wrestling with her bonds since she came too and has been cursing us steadily through her ball gag. Sure wish we could have a little taste of the goods before we deliver them – she looks really sexy swaying back and forth when I break. “ More laughter sounded from the van, drawing a smile to his face; his men were good and would never lay a hand on her, not without his express permission, but he couldn’t tell them they couldn’t have a little fun at her expense. Keying the earpiece again, he laughed. “Yes, well, maybe you’ll get that opportunity later, Charlie. For now, just get her there in one piece and take her down to the normal holding cell; same procedures as always.” With that, Parker clicked off and settled into his drive, taking his time winding through the streets. His men would make it back to the estate far sooner than he would, especially since he was picking up a rather special client at the airport, one who liked to be a little rough with his women and was willing to pay the appropriate price for the opportunity to do just that. He knew his men would take the new woman to the basement and tie her to the ceiling of the cell just like they had the van. Then they’d blindfold her completely, handcuff her ankles together, and completely hose her down, clothes and all, to make her cold, wet, and uncomfortable before leaving her alone.
 
She received no response, though it wasn’t as though she expected one honestly. They drug her from the vehicle as she kicked at them and wiggled never letting up though she panted from the work out it was giving her. The men only laughed as each one grasped a slim ankle. “Uck ew en uck ew doo! (Fuck you and fuck you too!)” She spat out around the rubber contraption between her lips. Thick tears fell from her mint green eyes as her mascara rolled with it. “UCK (FUCK),” she exclaimed when they released her in a narrow hallway. One man went ahead quickly so as not to be kicked. She heard metal clanging as the other pushed a meaty hand to her lower back and the one word command.

Move

She rolled her eyes, what else was she too do, stand there. Sloane said nothing and moved her bare feet silent on the cold stone steps. Her shoes were long gone probably with her purse somewhere; at least she had her clothes. Lifting her bound hand, she shoved her auburn locks out of her face and rubbing her eyes. She smudged the makeup exposing the brownish freckles that appeared like chocolates sprinkles on her nose and cheeks. The roughness of the stone on her feet made her shoulder brush the wall for stability, there wasn’t anything she could do but go down towards the creepy underbelly of a house. If she tried to do anything, the big guy behind her would smash her like a bug. She could feel his eyes on her and moved slower her body easing down the stairs just to aggravate the big boy behind her, she might not have the power but she could still have fun.

MOVE

“Ewv (Move),” She retorted rushing down the stairs, she heard the hefty man clamber down behind her and it made her chuckle. The laugh stopped as she skidded to a stop at the bottom. The heavy breaths of the man behind her made her cringe and move away from him but not any nearer to the other.

Not so happy now are ya?

Sloane watched as the other man sneered at her before the big one pushed her toward the middle, she side stepped him in a flash and had just touched the steps before a meaty hand had her hair and was dragging her back to the hook hanging in the middle of the room.

God I will be glad to get rid of you.

“Da eeling riz uthual (The feeling is mutual)…” she stated as he lifted her to her toes stringing her to the ceiling. Everything went black as one slid a blindfold in place and another shackled her ankles to the ground together through a ring in the floor. She struggled but the duo overpowered her. She got a good kick in as one screamed out about his nose and she smiled around the gag. The silence was overpowering as she heard them whisper, already she looked like a raccoon and the next thing did not help. The water was frigid and chilled her instantly to the bone.

She cursed around the gag as they laughed, though she couldn’t hear them. Once the water was off it was silent as she heard them leaving her, each with a goodnight. One patted her ass and then all was silent and agonizing as the cold seeped into her skin, the layers didn’t help and her lips turned purple. Her nipples peaked and hard against the fabric covering her chest. She hung her head and sobbed to herself. What had she done or whom had she pissed off? Her mind drew a blank as her clothing felt like it was freezing to her flesh. She kept hearing noises and hadn’t known how long she hung there before she was sure what she heard was feet on the stairs. ‘Oh thank God, someone has realized they made a mistake,’ she thought as she shivered in her chains, waiting.
 
The drive back to the estate was spent in quiet discussion as Parker entertained his special guest, a CEO from a large corporation based out of Europe. He was a frequent customer to his establishment whenever he was on travel in the states and Parker treated him with the utmost respect. The man’s taste for sexual pleasures was immense but his needs were also intense. It took a special kind of woman – or in some cases, women – to meet them and Parker had just the right staff for the job. His operations were highly secret - which his clients loved – and professionally strong. Most of his staff had been kidnapped over the years and conditioned for their life on the Estate, each treated with properly so long as they played by his rules. Most did too, finding they liked the lifestyle over time, but there were always one or two that couldn’t adjust and those were dealt with swiftly and deadly. As he pulled into the front driveway and wound his way through the estate grounds, Parker’s mind began to fade as thoughts of his newest acquisition entered his thoughts.

Once he had his client safely inside the house and in the able hands of his head Madam, he slipped into the operations portion of the building and sought out his men. Finding them in front of the security monitors, hot mugs of coffee in their hands, he grinned. “Everything go as planned, Charlie?” he asked. The lead man on his van detail spun around in his chair and gave him a nod of respect. “Yes sir. She fought us hard and even tried to make a break for it but we secured her just like you said. She looked liked a drowned cat when we left, all lost and lonely. I’m sure she’d like some company right about now.” Parker’s grinned widened and he clapped the man on the shoulders then exited the room, heading for the basement. Along the way he passed a few women scantily dressed, taking in an eye full, promising them some alone time with him later. As he slipped down the stairs, his steps loud enough to announce his presence, he paused near a closet. Popping open the door, he reached inside and pulled out a knife and a riding crop then closed it up.

Opening the door to her dank wet room, he paused and stared at her, his gaze sweeping over her body, enjoying every delicious curve that the soaked clinging clothes revealed. Staring harder, he could even see the beautiful little peaks in her dress that were caused by her cold hardened nipples. Moving into the room, making no attempt to disguise his presence, he slowly walked around her, reaching out to trail his fingers over her body. He knew she could hear him but not see him, which he rather liked. When he reached her front, his fingers lightly traced her jaw and then her lips, loving their soft texture. “Well, well, well, I see you made it safe and sound, my little pretty. My name is Parker and I’m your new Master.” As he talked, his fingers wandered, tracing down her neck and then between her breasts. “I kidnapped you and brought you here, where you’ll join my stable of other men and women providing pleasure to my clients.” His fingers grazed over those hard nipples next, circling them repeatedly before drawing his tips lightly over their ends. “The sooner you come to accept your new role, the better off you’ll be. Now, let’s see what we have under here. I’d advise not struggling or my hand might slip and cut you.” Bringing up the knife, he slowly began to cut away her dress, starting at her neck and working downward, revealing an inch of skin at a time.
 
Nothing was said; Sloane waited her ears straining to hear more than her chains rattle as she shivered. Damn it was cold. She felt eyes on her, hard stares as she jerked, her soft breasts jiggling with the struggle. Her head snapped his way when she heard him take a breath, she of course didn’t know whether the person there was a male or female she assumed male since the other two were. The touches caused her to wriggle and attempt to escape his grasp. His hands were gentle but it wasn’t the point, no one touched her without permission. She couldn’t speak she was so in shock as to what was happening. Parker… master… these two things stuck out.

Wait he said there were others and they provided pleasure to HIS clients, she felt sick to her stomach. She bit down on the ball in her mouth to hold back the soft moan she felt welling up behind the screams in her throat. She whimpered as her tears fell harder and faster soaking into the fabric covering her eyes. This wasn’t happening it was all some sick joke it had to be. She shook her head no, to her accepting her role. And began to struggle until she felt the cold metal of something against her skin. She felt her clothes pulling away from her skin first the purple dress and then the grey leggings.

Her creamy skin was dotted with freckles wherever the sun would naturally hit. The under clothes she wore were deep purple with a bit of lace. She was hoping things would work out with this one and they would spend the end of their date in bed. She had been horny BUT now she was freaked out. She didn’t feel the knife anymore so she fought against her shackles and screamed around the gag. Several curses in her stream of panicked words. Something along the line of, “Fuck you asshole you are not my master and like hell I’ll pleasure anyone here.” Having no clue what he heard or where he even was she kept fighting against her restraints. She wanted to get out and go home.
 
His knife strokes were sure and simple, each one tearing a little piece of dress away, revealing milky white skin with each stroke. Parker took his time, drawing it out, his heart pounding as more and more of her body was exposed. When he reached her breasts, his breath hitched as the fabric fell away to reveal a deep purple bra with a bit of sexy lace. The knife paused there but then continued, taking the rest of her dress down the middle. He moved to her leggings next, cutting straight down the center and between her legs then moving down each leg, completely removing the shreds when he was done. Two more cuts and her dress joined the leggings on the floor.

Parker stepped back at that point, his gaze taking in her beautiful form, tracing every delicious little curve that he saw. Her choice of lingerie brought a wide grin to his face and he felt arousal begin to stir within him. It was then that she began to struggle, her mouth trying to speak despite the ball gag stuffed between her lips. Her let her go for a minute, watching with amusement as she fought against the restraints and no doubt cursed him out but finally he had enough. Slowly approaching her again, he moved up behind her and slipped the riding crop from his belt. “Your antics are amusing, my pet, but it won’t result in your release. No, it will only result in pain…just like now.” With those words, he drove the riding crop against the back of her thighs once then twice, leaving red welts on her skin.

Another blow was delivered to her panty covered ass and then he slowly walked back around to her front, being sure to stay just off to the side. “You will come around in time, pretty one” he murmured softly “and willingly do what you’re told, if only to avoid your punishments.” His hand lashed out again, driving the riding crop against the front of her thighs, adding to her pain. Putting it away he pulled out the knife next and leaned in to slip the blade under the front of her bra. With a flip of his wrist, he sliced the material in two and watched as the cups released her breasts. Two more swipes, one at each of her shoulders, caused the barrier to drop to the floor. “Your body is mine from this point forward, to do whatever I want with it, and the sooner you realize that, the less pain you’ll be in.” He placed the knife against her stomach, just above her panties, and slowly drew it upward, nicking her skin once. As a drop of blood welled to the surface, he dragged the blade around one breast and then the other, his eyes riveted on her hard little nipples. Suddenly the knife darted down and snagged in the hem of her panties, slicing through it with ease. She was no fully exposed to his gaze and he ate it up. Tucking the knife away, his hands reached out and clamped over her nipples, pulling on them hard. “Are you ready to cooperate yet, my dove?”
 
Barely hearing what he said she stopped her rattling to hear him better. She screamed around the rubber apparatus in her mouth, her thighs stinging as the sound of the object hitting her skin ricocheted off the walls around them and through her head. Tears streamed from her eyes but were quickly absorbed by the blindfold. Sloane lost count of the hits and only felt the burning stinging pain as it travelled through her body. She whimpered as he spoke, she didn’t ask for this and –THWACK- she whimpered harder as the pain moved to her front. She heard him but made no attempt at responding all the while praying the pain he was providing was over. She would do some of what she was told, she’d never ever been told what to do, like this.

Her head hung forward a bit of drool falling from around the ball gag, short auburn locks covering her face. Her head popped up; if the blindfold were off, he’d have seen her soft green eyes were wide with fear feeling the cold metal against her soft skin. She tried moving back but it only aided him in cutting away her bra. Her nipples were already beaded from the water but now they pebbled more as the cold air wrapped around the bare orbs. She shuddered at the thought that she was now topless before him. Her mind raced and she sobbed around the gag in her mouth as, what she now realized was a knife, slid down toward her panties.

Her once wet sex was only wet from the water she’d been doused in. Panic was filling her head as he moved the blade up her body. Sloane stayed absolutely still as it moved upward although she whimpered pathetically when it nicked her skin. Sniffling as he circled her breast, fearing he would cut them she begged. “Leez, leez, leez ooooh leez oh. (Please, please, please no please no)” She felt her panties go next the silky fabric falling away. Her ankles were together so she clenched her thighs tightly together to keep from giving him an even better show. She cried out as his fingers clamped down on her already hard buds. SHe nodded her head, afraid not to and also afraid to do so. Either way she had no options until she was released from her shackles.
 
Her behavior throughout his little psychological game was encouraging, the little whimpers of fear pure music to his ears. The way she pressed her thighs together, as if to keep him from seeing her molten core, almost made him laugh but he let it slide for the moment. Watching her, his fingers clamped on her hard nipples, he waited to see what she would do and when the head nod came, a smile broke out of his face. Most of the women he kidnapped came around fast, knowing that this was their new life and they had to adapt, but there were a few that always fought him and for them, it was almost certain death in the end. The simple fact was the women he preyed on were a dime a dozen in some ways and when one didn’t work out, he simply discarded them and found another. The business plan had worked so far, extremely well, and he saw no reason to change it, especially when making an example of one or two helped ensure the willing behavior of the others.

Letting go of her nipples finally, he took a step back and then slowly walked around her, stopping when he was staring at her ass. He briefly considered whipping it again but decided against it, not wanting to hurt her too badly just yet. Moving up so that his body pressed against hers from behind, he placed his tongue at the base of her spine and slowly drew it upward, stopping when he reached her taut shoulders. “I’m glad you’re willing to cooperate, my sexy little slave, because I wasn’t looking forward to hurting you any more if I didn’t have to.” His hands moved to her legs then and he slowly caressed them up her body, massaging her skin. When he reached her breasts, they moved inward so his palms could up them and he began to massage them too while pulling her tighter against him. His mouth landed on her neck next, nipping it once then twice as his palms worked her over, being sure to rub those taut nipples quite a bit. “You are mine now, Sloane, mine to keep as my own or to share with others. As you’ve probably guessed, I run a high class brothel. My staff is treated very well so long as they cooperate and meet the needs of my clients.”

His hands left her breasts then, one moving higher, wrapping fingers around her neck and squeezing it a little and the other sliding down her stomach and pressing between her legs, forcing them open just enough to cup her sex. As his lower hand began to move, lightly stroking his fingers over her folds, the upper one tilted her head back so that his mouth was close to her ear. “What you’re feeling right now, baby, is just the beginning. I break all my girls in first before I ever put them out on the floor.” Of course, he knew she might not be feeling much given the fact that she was still frightened but he knew that what the mind didn’t like, the body sometimes did. Continuing to touch her, his lips nibbled on her skin while his fingers stroked over her clit, slowly circling it while putting more pressure on it.
 
Sloane didn’t know how much more she could take of the pain when he finally released her sensitive nipples. She heard him move behind her and sniffled again. Her nose was running from the tears and she was sure she was a mess, but had no fear that he wouldn’t care. She squirmed when his tongue dragged up her flesh, normally this would have turned her on but so far, this psycho had kidnapped, whipped, and cut her. NOW he wanted to play nice. Sloane couldn’t help but shudder a bit, as his hands began to caress her, it had been so long since she had been at the mercy of anyone and, well, when he played nice it was nice. Her thighs ached from where he had struck her and his clothing against her skin was rough.

Sloane bit hard on the thing in her mouth to keep from moaning as he played with her nipples and nipped at her neck. Her neck was her spot, anyone could just breathe over her neck and she’d moan. His to play with or pass along, her mind ran away with his words, she didn’t want to be used OR passed along. His staff, she would have laughed at his comment and loose use of the word if she were able. She whimpered as his hands moved from her breasts, one up and one down. The one between her legs began stroking her as he called her Baby and told her he would do the honors of breaking her in. With his continued actions, her body betrayed her and her sex throbbed before she moaned. Relaxing, though she didn’t want to her body pressed back to him as she kept her head tilted to the side.

It had been so long since she felt the brush of fingers, that weren’t her own she, needed this. At least, this is what her body told her as she widened her legs and began moving her hips. She had planned to be with a stranger tonight anyway. If she hadn’t been shackled, she would be fighting him but letting him think she was compliant would work for her. Sloane rested her head against his chest and continued moaning, though if he lifted her blindfold he’d have seen her tears falling, her mind still fighting this. Her body moved with his hand using him to receive what she needed at the moment. Playing nice could get her out of this, couldn’t it?
 
Just as he’d expected, her body began to respond to his touch, at first just lightly and then a little more. He could sense her struggle, knew she probably fought, but her body wanted something that he had to offer and it wanted it quite a lot. Tiny little moans were coming from her mouth now, muffled by the ball gag, but she continued to squirm only now it was in a more sensual way. When he felt her body relax, head falling back against his chest, his mouth found her skin again and he bit it lightly, leaving a tiny red mark. Moving a little higher, he bit again, teasing her some more. His fingers had slowed their movements on her pussy the minute he’d felt her hips begin to move, suspecting that she simply wanted to get off quickly so that he’d leave her alone. It was a trick he’d seen before in some women but it surprised me that this one might do it. In all his observations, Sloane had seemed like that the type that would fight more. Thinking about that for a moment, though, he smiled wide – she was fighting him, just doing it intellectually instead of physically. Get off to show cooperation, be released from her restraints, and then make a break for it. All in all, it wasn’t a bad plan.

Spreading his fingers around her clit, he slowly began to move them up and down, rubbing against her sensitive nub, teasing just enough to work her up but not to let her find release, at least not yet. “Mmm, someone likes it when I touch them, I think. I bet your tight little pussy gets all slick and juicy when you’re turned on, Sloane. Do you moan loudly when a man pins you to the bed and fucks you nice and hard or are you a screamer, my dear little slave? Inquiring minds want to know.” He bit her neck again, this time a little harder, and then laughed lightly. “I can’t wait until I bend you over a table, sexy Sloane, and ram my nice hard cock inside you. Maybe I’ll take your pussy first and when you’ve gotten it all nice and wet I’ll bury my swollen shaft in your ass. Have you ever been fucked in your ass, baby? I bet you haven’t though you’ve always fantasized about it.”

His fingers continued to caress her, starting and stopping their strokes but they finally left her clit and moved back to her little slit, lightly rubbing between her folds. He was going to make her cum at least once before he took her, maybe even twice, but he was in no hurry for that to happen just yet. His mouth moved to the other side of her neck next and locked onto her skin, sucking it softly for a moment, distracting her while one single finger slid inside her tight hole. He pushed it in all the way and then drew it back out then thrust it in again, each time moving slowly. When he pulled away from her neck, his finger was buried inside her, and he moved it around. “Mmmm, such a tight little hole you have. Imagine how it will feel when my cock sinks into it.” With that, he pulled his finger out and let her go, stepping around to her front. “Now, I think it’s time to taste you” he murmured, reaching down and grabbing her legs and hoisting them over his shoulders. Stepping forward, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue darting out to lick her slit once and then twice.
 
She felt his fingers slow and whimpered behind the gag. He was doing a good job at driving her crazy. Sloane tried hard no to concentrate on what he was asking her on how he was tormenting her body and how he bit her neck. If she’d have thought about it well she’d have head-butted him when she had the chance. She wanted out of this and now, though she feared once she gave him all he wanted from her it wouldn’t be enough that he’d keep her, but she hoped not. She’d never been fucked in the ass, had never wanted to. The idea that he was going to made her struggle just a bit against her restraints at the thought.

He started rubbing against her wet slit and she moaned once more. Her mind was racing, though her body responded it was on autopilot and she wasn’t about to give in like he thought, once the restraints were off she would fight. She felt him suckle her neck, without thinking she opened her neck to him. Crying out when his finger slid into her tightness she writhed against his body in pleasure, she thought about anyone’s cock buried inside her BUT his, the thought made her walls quiver around his finger as he rubbed it against her sensitive channel. “Noooo,” she whispered when he pulled his finger from her and after he stated he wanted to taste her. Even she wasn’t sure which she was saying no to.

She quivered and shook as he buried his face between her legs, her damp sex quivered against his tongue. A thought occurred to her , of course it was a late thought but a thought none the less. How did he know her name? Something was going on that was out of her control, she needed to get the control back, as much pleasure as he was giving her she needed to stop this, fight it and not give him in. She clamped her thighs on his head, her ankles were shackled to the floor but she still had control of her upper legs. “Ett Eee Ooh (Let me go),” she begged.
 
The minute his tongue landed on her slit, Parker knew that the woman’s body had betrayed her. Moisture coated his tongue, teasing his senses, her pussy leaking fluid from the arousal brought on by his touch. It made him smile for a moment, to know that he’d gotten to her even when she hadn’t wanted it, and then he was back on her again, his tongue licking furiously at her folds, lapping over them from top to bottom and back down again, each stroke pressing his mouth a little closer towards the velvety heat of her passage. She had responded to the feel of his finger buried deep inside her and already images of her nubile body pinned under his flooded his mind, swelling his shaft within his pants. Just the thought had him wanting to stroke himself but he wouldn’t do it, not yet at least.

When her thighs suddenly clamped around his head, trapping him between her legs, his body went tense. He heard the strangled words of denial slip past her gag – or at least what he thought she had said – but he ignored it. Reaching up with his hands, his fingers wrapped around her legs with an iron grip, tips pressing into her flesh hard enough that bruises would rise to the surface of her skin later. The minute he had the grip he wanted, Devon used his strength to pry her legs back open, knowing it would frustrate her to no end. The minute he could breathe again, he lifted his head from her legs to stare at her heaving body, a low grown coming from his lips. “That was a mistake, my little slave. A very big one.”

The minute the words were done, his head darted back between her legs and his mouth clamped down on her swollen clit, teeth scraping down its edge before finally settling into place and suckling on it. He did this for a moment or two, just long enough to work her arousal to a fever pitch again and then he let go. Stepping out from her legs, he delivered a hard spank to her bare ass, jerking her body, and then gave her a second one. Both were just a mere hint of what he could do to her right then if he wanted but he had something else in mind instead. Moving over to a table that stood in a corner of the room, he lifted off a blanket to reveal some instruments on it. Picking up one – a rubber vibrator with an appendage that rested against a woman’s clit when used – he then returned to her. “You should have played nice, dear” he said, his voice low and menacing “because now I’m going to torture you a little more.” With that, Parker reached between her legs and placed the tip of the vibrator against her pussy, pressing it into her slowly. Once it was all the way in, with the appendage resting against her swollen clit, he returned to the table and picked up the remote control, turning it on low. Instantly, a low hum filled the room, the toy doing its job instantly. “I hope you like being taken to the edge but not going over it” he murmured as he took a seat “because that’s your fate for the next hour.” Flicking the speed to medium, he let it run for a second or two and then brought it back down, a smile on his face.
 
She knew it was futile at best but she tried, Sloane wasn’t about to give up so easily, at least she thought. Her thighs struggled against his hands to keep closed, unable to see to tell if she was efficiently cutting off his air or not. Crying out as he peeled her thighs off his head, she knew she’d failed. Chest heaving and jiggling with the effort to breath, his words held weight that scared her; she anticipated more whippings or something more dangerous still. What she wasn’t expecting was his head burrowing between her legs again. Moaning around the gag, she couldn’t help it; her hips moved herself against his mouth as the pleasure tripled in intensity. Whimpering when he left her barely hanging on to the edge, she cried tears of frustration and fear. Knowing she should have gone with her first instinct of giving in instead of fighting. She listened to hear what he would do next.

Sloane yelped as his hand slammed on her ass, causing her to pitch forward on her restraints and then he did it again. The silence was killing her; she waited until she heard something. Her body stilled on his approach, his voice so menacing as something entered her. Her body being invaded actually felt good, so heightened and needy she spread her legs a bit knowing it wasn’t he. The vibrations rippled through her body and brought with it pleasure. “Oooo (No),” She murmured, the medium speed had her body pitching forward, her channel clamping down on the vibrator shoved into her chasm. Her body shook as she tried to force herself over the edge, that is until he moved it down to low again. An hour of this, she wasn’t sure how long she could last.

Instead of fighting the vibrator and trying to clamp down the spasms of her channel were strong and forced the vibrator from her body. her body shook and she whimpered the only thing holding her up were the restraints. “Leez ah eeabe (Please I’ll behave)” She cried around the rubber ball wedged between her lips. She wasn’t certain of the time that had passed. Her thighs quivered and her juices ran in streams down her legs. “Uhn uch (One touch),” She moaned softly, listening for anything beside the vibrator buzzing on the floor.
 
It was clear that his earlier actions had brought the woman to the edge of climax numerous times, his mouth working wonders on her sensitive clit and moist folds, but he thought the vibrator would bring additional torture in its own way. Her body had bucked and moaned when he’d slid it home, her channel so well oiled by her juices there had been no resistance, and when he adjusted the speeds after her hips had bucked, that long plaintive sound had come, bringing a smile to his face. He played with her like that for about twenty minutes, teasing her arousal high and then pulling back, not letting her have the satisfaction of the release that she sought.

No, that release would only come when he buried himself inside her, claiming that drenched pussy with his swollen cock. Until then though, he planned on toying with her but his elation was cut short when the vibrator popped loose and clattered to the floor, her body having forced it out. Frowning, he stood and approached her, seeing the excess juices flowing down her skin and hearing her pleas. Picking the vibrator up, he slid it into his mouth while she watched and slowly sucked her moisture free, his eyes gleaming with heat. Once that was done, he took it back to the table and set it down before approaching her from behind. His nimble fingers quickly removed her ball gag, freeing her mouth for the first time and then he reached up and undid her arms from the rope that bound her to the ceiling, leaving her wrists still restrained. Using one arm, he pulled her back against his hard body, letting her feel his strength and his arousal.

“I’m glad to hear that you’ll behave now, my sweet little slave. You have no idea how much that pleases me.” His other free hand came up and began to trace her breast as he continued to talk. “Your body is ready now, I think, ready to feel the press of my hard cock as it slides inside you, taking you over that edge. I can’t wait either.” Dragging her towards the huge table, he reached out and shoved many of the toys to the other end then turned and forced her body over it so her breasts were pressed into the cold hard surface. Getting a grip on her hair, he pinned her there while his hips lightly pushed into hers. “Do you feel that, baby? That’s all for you.” Moving back just enough, his nimble fingers quickly undid his pants, dropping them to the floor along with his boxers. Gripping his swollen shaft, he slipped it between her legs, dragging the tip along the length of her slit. “When you orgasm, my little dove, you’re going to do it all over my hard cock.” With that, Parker brought himself to her entrance and thrust hard, burying his shaft to the hilt inside her sweet tight pussy. Holding for a moment to let her body adjust, he then began to fuck her, his strokes short and hard, plunging inside of her with ease.
 
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