To Him, She's Bound [vongentlemen&SHARPii]

[Malicious Lullaby]

Her breathing came soft and silent, in through her nose, out through her nose. A cute button of a little nose, her entire expression as she slept soundlessly so serene and peaceful. The only thing about her that didn’t match that quality was her hair which was a hot mess but then after the events of last night which earned the opportunity to sleep in his bed, it was all well worth it. It meant something to her at least, as well as deepening her loyalty for him when she was rewarded with sleeping in his bed. The girl also found she slept better too with him than alone. Perhaps it was knowing he was there and not being alone. She always hated it, the alone part. With him there, things felt warm rather than cold.

Delilah. Her name was Delilah. Just that. No surname. She never really paid attention to it much, not knowing it or caring much for it given where she currently was. This was her life though and this is what she knew. For the most part, she liked to think she was well taken care of. Sure, under normal circumstances this would not be happening but what was normal? To Lila, this was normal. This is what she had known and all she hoped was he wouldn’t be giving her back anytime soon or ever. That option was always there. A man like him could find her unworthy or no longer suitable to his needs and do a ‘return.’ It’s happened to her a few times but this was the first time she actually got far in this arrangement, far in bed that is.

The young girl had long raven black hair with certain waves to it that lay in a messy heap, her slender frame stomach-up on the bed, her head nestled comfortably on the plush dark grey pillow. Lila was a beautiful girl with a soft innocence but a sheer determination. She wasn’t naïve but neither was she an expert. Everyday was a new learning experience. While her eyes were closed, when open, they were these alluring hazel eyes, shaped like crisp almonds with fine eyelashes. Her lips with lush and pink colored, a healthy color. She had milky white smooth skin, every part of her so smooth and flawless. Delicate features.

Underneath the covers which only covered her hips and further downward, her breasts lay relaxed, pink nipples slightly perked as the cool air assessed over them. She wasn’t flat, she had curves, had assets and her breasts were not small. They weren’t morbidly big either, just kind of that right size for her and her body type. There was definitely something there.
Turning on her side, her hair scattered over against the pillow, her skin exposed and a soft moan coming from her as she nuzzled her cheek into the pillow. Her body was tired but she felt incredibly relaxed at the same time which may have been a contradiction but in this case it worked. Then again, it had to since she must have done something right to have earned the reward of sleeping in his bed.

Sleepy eyes suddenly blinked open slowly, her hand coming to rub the tiredness out of them, she moving onto her back and a yawn escaping her small mouth. Her arms came up above her head and she stretched, letting out a small whine-slash-moan feeling her body come alive with the stretching and relaxation. Sighing gently, she turned to face him and just admired him. Her master, the master of her universe basically and seemingly, a man who was not giving up on her. Quite honorable.
Lila took a chance, finding she was the only one awake. Her finger ran down his cheek gently, her head tilting and her hair falling over one shoulder messily but alluringly. A soft smile appeared on her face, a dimple arising through her right cheek, adding to her bit of innocence she still retained. Perhaps that’s what was so loveable? No. It was just Lila.

 

[vongentlemen]

He could feel her warmth on her long before he awoke. The adorable girl beside him was beginning to stir, and her movement had already pushed him out of his slumber into a light phase of sleeping. The world around him came to him slowly. First was the warmth around him, one part from the covers, two parts from Lila's body pressed up against him. He subconsciously adjusting himself to be closer to her. He wrapped him arm around her, savoring the feeling of her naked body against him. A smile broke across his face. He simply wanted to savor the moment, and allowed himself to be intoxicated by it. After a moment, he finally cracked his eyes open. The sight of her naked body pleased him, and it only took a moment for the sight of her to trigger memories of the night before.

His name was Damian. He had a family name, but it mattered very little when dealing with her. To all who knew him, he was either just 'Damian' or 'Master'. Or, in case of Lila, his name was a mere attempt to pronounce one of the two, fractured by moans and heavy breaths. A soft social exterior and humble tone of voice hid a tremendous sadist. While few could testify, those who could knew that once he had established control, his 'pets' were in for a memorable ride. A pair of deep blue eyes hid a creative and sadistic mind.

She was not his first slave, but she was certainly his favorite. He had several before, and none managed to please him past the first few weeks. She was different. He was still exploring her, and she was still learning. Unlike some of the others, she had a strong enough will to avoid being broken by his preliminary bouts, but she was still naïve enough to entertain him. That aside, she had a simple cute quality to her that few others had captured, one that provided him with a source of endless entertainment.

Damian was a large man. While normally reserved, he cast a presence upon his surroundings. A strong set of shoulders held up a face full of defined features. A mess of brown hair covered his head, still wild from the night before. His chest, covered with a crest of hair, poked out from under the covers, and his tattooed left arm was wrapped around Lila.

He shot a glance up, spying the handcuffs that had been left against the bed-frame. A look downwards revealed the sheets were still messy from the exchange of bodily fluids from the previous night. He smiled, sliding his arm further down her naked body until he was clenching her young ass, before giving it a light squeeze.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

This was her life and this is what she knew. It wasn't wrong to her. None of this was. Sure, to others the idea of capturing a human for their own enjoyment and pleasure could be frowned upon but this was the lifestyle she knew and if anything, at least she was quite fond of the man who occupied her life heavily, giving it the meaning and purpose it had as what she was. He was her master and she, his slave; obedient, with a desire to please him. Capable of surprise but nonetheless able to keep him interested as not to leave her. She was fond of him, incredibly fond of him and it had become part of her reason to keep him and to make him want to keep her. That was her determination and at the same time, if a person was fond enough of another, it didn't matter what the relationship was or what they did. Lila liked him enough to want to do this with him and not be scarred by it, to actually feel pleasure and enjoy it, marveling in it, reveling in it, her desire never sated, just as his never seemed to be.

Her hazel eyes, eager and attentive as always, watched his handsome features, watching as this beautiful man--regardless of what truly lay there beneath his conscious mind--before her awoke. Her finger left his cheek tantalizingly slow and her gaze found his, her smile growing brighter, another dimple appearing on her other cheek. As he pulled her in close, her body melted in his warm contact and she nuzzled her cheek into his neck, inhaling his scent, instantly relaxing. People had safe havens. As twisted as it may sound, this was like hers. She lived to cater, lived to please and lived to supply. In return, she was rewarded. This reward, sleeping in his bed and waking up only to be greeted by him was the biggest feat of a reward she ever expected.

Lila's soft body pressed in his, her warmth pervading with his as all tiredness left her and she was simply left with the desire for her master, a desire to please as he liked, in her own designer way and style. Her leg intertwined with his and her lips pressed against his skin at his neck and all want and need coursed through her to the very epicenter of all things incredibly happy and Earth-shattering pleasurable. Pulling back slowly, her hand moved over his that clenched her supple bottom, her back arching, further pressing her soft bare skin into his.

"Mm, morning, Sir." She murmured, her voice soft and smooth, not small but with her own kind of power and ferocity, even if the tone was gentle and amenable. Her eyes gazed over him, her hand taking his around her bottom over to her front and down below to a more special spot, simply reserved for him. "Sleep well?"

 

[vongentlemen]

The relationship the two had could be considered odd by some. Most people wouldn't equate a master and slave relationship with the feelings the two had for each other. Granted, very little of the relationship had started in a conventional way. She had originally been a replacement for a previous slave, and little more. It was only after weeks of torture that he came to realize just how unique of a slave she was. She had an interesting way of handling the entire thing, one that pleased and excited him. It was after that week that he decided to give her the ultimate privilege a slave could ask for: the right to sleep in his bed. Since then, he had loved waking up next to her, part because of the scene unfolding now, and part because it meant the night before was filled with all sorts of delightfully kinky activities.

He kissed her lightly when she pulled herself close to him. He started with a light peck on her neck, which turned into a longer kiss. After that, he began to kiss his way upwards, a process that culminated with a light peck of the lips. He debated pulling away for a second, before giving her a much longer kiss, which ended with a light bite to her lip. The feeling of her warm and naked body against his was intoxicating, and he intended to savor every moment of it. Finally, after a few moments of kissing her, he pulled away again, keeping her body close to his.

The feeling of her lips against his next woke him up instantly. With a slight jolt, he let out a tiny groan before turning to face her with a smile. He returned the favor, attacking her neck with kisses this time, and all the while pulling her warm body closer to him. After she entwined her leg with him, shifted his leg back, pulling her slightly on top of him. At this point, blood had begun to circulate to certain areas, all the more increasing his excitement at having her naked body close to him.

"Morning." He returned, the drowsiness of his voice hiding a tone of excitement. He fingertips trembled in excitement as she moved his hand, and after she did so, he began to stroke the inside of her thigh. If her behavior was any indication, he was about to wake up entirely.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

His lips on her neck sent shivers through her body that woke her frame from its still resting slumber, she become alight and awake with readiness and need. His lips trailed and met hers, welcoming a small peck but it did well to keep her closer to him than ever. A soft breath came from her mixing in with a moan as he attacked her neck, sending an enticing feeling through her. Feeling her body be pulled slightly on top of him, her hand gripped his own, guiding it further down, invitingly; beckoning.

A smile came onto her face in return to his waking greeting, definitely feeling what was intended, welcoming it. Every encounter was always a surprise and the things she did to please him often surprised her. It was even surprising that it was as pleasurable to him as it was to her, the fact she actually enjoyed it. It was hard not to though since he seemed to be quite the expert in doing what he enjoyed, extending his will and being onto her in more ways than one.

His touch radiated through her and her eyes hooded just a bit in her prolonged pleasure, a light moan coming from her. She was sensitive, she learned. Everywhere he touched or kisses always delighted her. She was a very delighted Delilah. Leaning into him, she moved so she was on top of him, sitting astride him just below his hips, just below her favorite part of him. Her hand that was guiding his left and moved up his stomach and over his chest, biting her lower lip gently but enticingly.
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"What would Master like?" She whispered, she leaning down to pressing her lips to his abdomen, she able to feel him against her stomach. Her lips trailed up his abdomen and over his pectoral, her tongue coming out to flick against the nipple, before making her way up higher, finding his collarbone. She sucked on his skin there softly, her lips moving once more to find his neck, kissing, licking, sucking and biting.

 

[vongentlemen]

Damian loved it when she crawled on top of him. The position she was in now was one that had incredible potential; she had the ability to service him in just about any way she pleased, while he also could maintain a subtle control of her via her hips. As she slid onto him, he grabbed her by the waist, resting his hands on her hips. As he did so, he gave her ass another slight squeeze, to see if he could elicit a reaction. After doing so, he slid his hands back to their original location, taking a brief detour to rub her thigh for a few seconds more.

Damian let out a slight groan as she began to work on him. She certainly knew how to service him, and in their time together, she had begun to learn all the spots that he rather enjoyed receiving attention. As she reached her way to his neck, he interrupted her, clamping his hand around her jaw to still her movements. He gave her a sly smile, before kissing her trapped lips, and pushing her backwards slightly, so she was back to her original position.

"I think you know quite well what master wants." He teased. He grabbed her ass, pulling her upwards. The motion caused her to grind against him for a second, sending a wave of pleasure through both their bodies. He repeated the motion one more time before pushing her backwards slightly. "Why don't you wake me up?"

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

A soft gasp came from her, loving how he squeezed her bottom the way he did. She bit her lower lip, running her hands over his chest, relishing that simple feeling. Simple but effective because just that one touch made her want him in ways she knew he could give, wanting to please him and in doing so, please herself in the process. It went hand in hand, enjoying the things he did to her, allowing him to exercise his complete will over her. They were still exploring common ground but everyday was an experience, like an adventure. She didn't want him to return her. It had always been a devastating blow.

His groan was like music to her ears, knowing that already with such gentle acts of trailing kisses here and there along his delicious skin, it gave her this sense of empowerment that what she did and how she was, pleased him and at the end of the day, it was correlative to her own pleasure. A blush came to her cheeks as his hand clamped around her jaw, stopping her. Her lips almost formed into a playful pout. She was taken back by his action though which halted her playfulness, her body seemingly melted right then at the contact of his lips to her own, she wanting to marvel in it all but it all ended so quickly. Sitting up on him as he deemed her to, she ran her hands slowly over his bare chest and smiled innocently, looking down at his chest and not at him.

Her back arched and her bottom filled into his hands comfortably, her body rising to attention in many ways, a lot of pure contentment and almost-ecstasy washing over her, a small moan coming from her. She wanted her master and wanted to do whatever she could for him. Lowering her head so her eyes could meet his again, she tilted her head to the side softly, her breathing becoming fast, her skin tingling with lingering sensation and her desire for his pleasure burning through. Slowly, Lila slid down his body until she was lightly laying over his legs, pulling the blanket down to reveal an old friend, a soft smile playing onto her delicate features. "Like this?" She asked curiously and also playfully, moving her hand over his length, fingers dancing over the velvety feel of his skin before taking a hold of him, stroking.

 

[vongentlemen]

Damian let out another groan as she took hold of his member. While there was still much she had yet to discover about him, she seemed to have quickly learn some of his more sensitive spots. He loved the fact that she had already taken to learning how to more effectively please him: something that set her in a caste high above the other slaves: women content to simply get fucked twice a day and deem such satisfactory. While he had no plans to return her, he knew that she was sensitive to the threat: simply holding it above her head was an effective way to draw a reaction out of her, or to coax her into doing something. Such an interesting dynamic is was indeed.

She seemed to be enjoying herself quite a lot. Damian appreciated that. The amount of pride she seemed to take in her craft was refreshing, and her dedication to pleasing him pushed him to new limits of experimenting with her. He had discovered more about the kinky side of life from her alone, than he had the last few slaves combined. Even if he didn't have her restrained, he had a pretty solid grasp on how to melt her, something he would be utilizing in mere moments.

As she grabbed him, he returned the favor. His hand found it's way to the inside of her thigh and he began to softly caress it, aware of the effect it had on her. He snaked his hand upwards, getting dangerously close to the inside of her legs. Yet, despite doing this, he made an effort not to get too close. Like all things, a slave had to earn her pleasure, and her attempts to do so were always all the more entertaining when she was distracted by the near-sensations of Damian pleasing her. "Might want to try a little harder." Damian mocked.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Lila didn't know much. Everyday and every experience with him was like something new, always educating her more into what he enjoyed, what he desired, making it all the more better, just knowing he enjoyed her and what she did for him. He didn't let her forget that he could just as easily return her; that was perhaps the best motivator for her to ever do something if she had reservations or didn't exactly jump to immediateness when he demanded. What she did know however, was the sounds he made were a very good thing and she was doing that. She was the cause of that. That feeling was--there were no words to express it. It was the best thing though.

His mere touch or a simple look in her direction was enough to instantly please her almost. That's how strong his effect on her was. He had that much of a hold over her. Perhaps she grew fond of masters easily. It was important to say though she had never been this fond or maybe 'attached' to a master before until him. It's not like she was clingy and had no backbone. No, but her greatest fear ever was to be returned and because she didn't want that to happen, she made sure she pleased him. Perhaps it could be considered as 'sucking up'--possible pun intended--but if it was effective and guaranteed her position as his slave, than she'd do it; within reason. Besides, so far she found he wasn't some manic crazy...beast. So far...

Even she knew. Or at least got the general concept. What she gave him would technically be given back to her in some way. As a slave, she needed to earn her pleasure. Well she was pretty determined. After all, it was him. A blush coated her cheeks at his comment and she bit her lower lip, her eyes connecting to his as she nodded. His touch had been divine, like a sneak peek of what was to come. She was motivated however to enjoy him because the rewards would be so worth it to reap. Parting her eyes from his, she looked down at his length, her hand stroking him before she leaned forward, her tongue coming out to lick up his underside. As her tongue did move up, her eyes fell onto his again, her tongue coming up to the head of his length, licking over the little slit a few time. She took just the head into her mouth and sucked, her tongue rubbing under it, before pulling back. She licked her lower lip, clearly having enjoyed that bit of it before she went back over, letting her tongue run over him again slowly, her hand stroking him.

She wanted to do more, wanted to go above and beyond--it's not like she hadn't done this before, but for what he was asking and clearly suggesting. Lila took him into her mouth, slowly, her teeth sheathing behind her lips and her mouth tight for him, taking him as far as she could allow. As her mouth moved on him, taking him out and taking him back in, her tongue rubbed along his underside, her hand was stroking him and in her marveling of this delicious treat, a soft moan came from her against him.

 

[vongentlemen]

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