2 comments/ 14516 views/ 0 favorites Marcus By: Marcus He led me by the hands, kissed them, and pulled me into his domain, his 'dungeon' of a resting place. Candles flickered and I saw a mirror on the ceiling. it smelled of him, and the light hint of leather. Stone colored walls and a wooden floor, lounge chairs and a couch tucked in the other corner by the closet. I blushed, and leaned closer to him, whispering in his ear. "Fuck me Marcus, rape me, own me, I want you, I need you." I traced my nails along his stomach. He smiled, and pointed at the bed. I laid upon it, resting on my elbows, waiting for him to join me. "You're such a slut." he whispered. "Your slut." I said with conviction. He turned and went to a closet. The door opened and blocked him from view. "Close your eyes." and I obeyed. I listened till his footsteps were before the bed. "Open them." He whispered. He held a whip and leather shackles with metal rings on the outside in his hands. "This is what I like to do. Do you still want..." "Of course I do." I interrupted. "Good slut." He set the whip down at the foot of the bed, and I looked up to watch us in the mirror. I looked a mess, my own blush coloring my chest, my nipples like pebbles, pointed upward. Marcus wrapped a shackle around my wrist, and secured it to a bedpost. He did the same with the other and kissed me, trailing kisses down my chest, kissing, biting at my nipples. I gasped in pleasure, and tried to reach for his head, to push it lower. He looked up at me, and smiled. "You're trapped now little one." He whispered. He went back to the closet and came back with a knife. I trembled, the thoughts racing. Did I trust him, was he going to hurt me? I wanted him to. "There there pet. It's just for those soaked panties of yours...for now anyway." I blushed deeper at his words, and found my back arching, presenting my breasts for him as he came back to the bed. The cold metal grazed my skin and I gasped. A flick of his wrist on each side, and he peeled off my panties. He walked to the end of the bed, picked up the whip and replaced it with the knife. "Are you okay, slut?" His sincerity rang through and I nodded. He raised and cracked the whip, testing it to the air. "Count them aloud or there'll be more." He stated sternly. I heard the crack, and felt it against my skin and I cried out in both pain and pleasure. "One" I sobbed, and he cracked the whip again, the tip licking my breast, my stomach. "Two" the next one was aimed for my cunt, and the tears flowed rapid, my cunt dripping, soaking the sheets beneath me and coating my thighs. "Three"... it continued on and on. His cruelty with the whip was just what I desired. I begged 'no more' and he stopped, climbing onto the bed. He leaned down and kissed all my welts the old and new, slowly. "Such a good girl." He whispered through the noisy kisses. "Taking all that pain... do you beat yourself, or just cut?" He laid the whip next to my thigh as he spread my legs, an ankle in each of his hands, bent at the knees and he stared at my cunt. "You like pain." he stated simply, and I hid my face against my arm. "None of that Delilah, never be ashamed of your desires, not with me. You need not fear rejection. I love watching your pain, making you hurt so exquisitely. It's beautiful." I bit my lip and looked at him, still blushing. He reached for the whip and used the handle to tease my cunt. I felt his eyes on me, even though mine were closed. I moaned as he drove it deep, till the handle disappeared inside me. My head fell back as I sobbed quietly in pleasure. He slid it in and out slowly, twisting it so I felt every single ridge of the handle. My toes curled and I shook uncontrollably. "Ah ah ah" He said softly, and my eyes opened, fixed on him. "What, did I do something wrong?" I asked, nervous, my pleasure unceasing. "You were about to come without my permission." My body shook as I tried so hard to hold back. Bated breath as I whispered. "Please, Master." The words came easily, from where, I don't know. "No." He said simply, and pulled the whip handle out and pushed it back in savagely, unmerciful. He pounded my cunt with it until my eyes rolled and my mouth gaped. "Cum for me." He ordered. I came so hard I sobbed as the pleasure took it's toll on my body. My cunt was so sore as he pulled out the handle. I panted and begged. "Please Master, let me rest." He smiled and kissed me. He knelt over my face, his boxers gone, cock swaying before me. Despite exhaustion, I wanted to please him. I arched upwards and I licked the underside. My head fell back, my weak body getting the better of me. He slapped my face with his cock. I reveled in the humiliation of the act, and opened my mouth. "Fuck my face" I whispered. "Beg me." He commanded as he tugged on my hair, making my neck turn painfully upward. I nearly came again, but didn't know what he'd do if I did so without his permission. The fear set me right. "Please... fuck my face, use me in any way you want." He raised an eyebrow. "Please fuck my face master, make me gag for you." He grinned and fed me inch by inch of his cock. I struggled after four inches. Inexperience, fear, and a strong desire to please Marcus made me gag quickly. He smoothed down my hair whispering words of comfort. "Slowly now slut, relax a bit." Five inches in, and I couldn't breathe. I looked up at him, and panicked. There was that look of wickedness in his eye. He held the back of my head and rocked his hips, easing the last four inches in. My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to find it in me to deal with this pain. "Suck." He moaned. I struggled to protest, there was no possible way I could with it so deep in. He laughed, and rocked his hips, an inch, and only an inch easing out, then back in slowly. He paced himself. My cunt was still sopping, yet so sore, and I dreaded to think of Marcus impaling me on his monster of a cock. I whimpered on it, trying to pull away to breathe. My tongue against the underside, lips stretched. He held me tightly, buried it to the hilt, my face going pale, then let go. I coughed and wheezed, grateful for the air that I was breathing. Just as I was grateful for the abuse and the humiliation. Only in the back of my mind did the question echo.. Why did I do this to myself, why did I like it so fucking much? I willed it away because I couldn't answer. I tried to breathe once more, my heart racing. He wiped the saliva and precum from my chin. I blushed and he smiled. "You taste..." I couldn't finish over his laughing. He stroked my cheek and my shackles rattled as I tried to reach for his cock. "Do you want it?" I panted, nodding. "Want all that I have to offer?" He grinned, still withholding. "Please" I whispered hoarsely. He knelt between my thighs, teasing me with his tongue. I whimpered, my shackles rattling once more. My legs shook and spread wider for him. Flesh to flesh, and I felt his cock run along my dripping slit. "Say it." He ordered, for words I did not know, but hoped desperately that the ones I'd choose would suffice. I tried to form words, any words at all. My brain went numb and I could do naught but moan and whimper, beg him with my eyes. I concentrated, not about words to choose, just being able to speak. I'd never wanted anything more than him. "Wa.. I want.." I struggled once more, but he did not make fun as I had thought he would. I nearly cried. He rocked his hips slowly, taking hold of my ankles, spreading me wider. Complete vulnerability, and I loved every second of it. "I want you inside me!" I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut, shame washing over me. I found my words to be so base, witless, and regretted the choice of them. He set down my ankles and kissed my stomach, he laid a trail of kisses to my trembling neck. He bit at my lips savagely and I embraced him the only way I could. He stroked my thighs, which I had trapped him between. "And I want to collar you." His words barely registered meaning. I could feel his cock against my sex again. He sat up once more, spreading my legs. "You want this?" He asked, and I nodded. "Wait please.." I whispered. He raised an eyebrow. "It hurts a little." He smiled at me. "I'd imagine so, slut." He slid in, stretching me with every slow stroke. I could feel him filling me so completely. I cried out softly in pain, he stopped abruptly, pulling out. I opened my mouth to protest, but felt him probing my ass with a soaked finger. I panicked and tightened around it. He laughed quietly, whispering. "Relax Delilah." I exhaled slowly, accommodating the incessant intruder. I whimpered as it broke through the remaining resistance and was buried to the base. So gentle. He found my engorged clit, and twisted it. I moaned, body twisting up to meet his touch, my ass grinding back on his finger tucked away inside it. I shuddered at the violation, the sheer perverted gesture, but I wanted more. He pulled out, still squeezing at my clit. I felt his member sliding the length of me. He took my ankles with one hand, and held his cock with the other. He bit his lip and slid into my ass. I gasped, quick, panicked breaths. "So tight" He muttered. I wondered if he would be able to get more than three inches in. Marcus pushed down on my ankles as he forced inside of my ass. The more he pushed, the more I liked it. He groaned, gutturally. His thrusts tireless. My back arched, breasts filling his hands. He pinched hard and I cried out. "Ugh.." I grunted. "More" I whispered. A hand of his descending to toy with my cunt, slipping two fingers in, stroking the clit with another. I felt his other hand close around my throat. I stared at him, hoping my trust was conveyed. He tested me, palm closing against my airway, fingers and thumb closing around the rest of my throat. I kept my eyes closed to try and keep the oncoming orgasm away. He offered his fingers to my open mouth. I sucked them greedily, I could taste my cunt on them. He kept pulling them out of my reach, to watch me dangle up, helpless to both shackles and his hand around my throat. I stuck out my tongue, reaching for his fingers, only a taste. Fuck, I wanted to please him. Trying my best, and desperately trying to hide my inexperience. Toys in there, sure.. occasionally. Small ones. I had always imagined this, and my thoughts hadn't even been close. This was so much better. I tightened around him and he nearly doubled over, his hand falling so hard on my airway my vision went cloudy. "Sorry." He breathed quietly. "I wasn't quite ready for that. Do it again, slut. Who knew you were capable of milking cock like that?" He flushed red with the effort of his thrusts and restraint to not come in my ass. I wanted him to, so I kept teasing. He reached for the whip as his eyes closed, lips parted in an silent surrender. He was unaware of nearly everything around him as he came. I bit my lip, closing my eyes tightly to try to not come as I felt him stretch me more as his cock swelled. I came, shuddering around it, thrashing at the shackles. He panted as he collapsed on my chest, his fingers the only indicator that he wasn't asleep or paralyzed. They danced a path along my sides. "Bad girl." He pulled out and got back on his knees. "And how is your Master to punish you for coming without permission?" My hole puckered at his withdraw, it was so sore. Had he even used lube? The rationality in my head rang out ruining the moment. "But Master.. I couldn't help it!.." My words trailed off as I searched for excuses somewhere. He slapped my cheek. "You liked me coming inside you, didn't you, whore?" I whimpered, daring to meet his gaze and nodded. "Let's see how kinky you are then.." He straddled my chest and lifted his cock to my lips. "Clean me off." He stated simply. I hesitated and he slapped me until my mouth fell open. I wanted to be forced to do this. Despite what he'd said I was still afraid to submit to my darker desires in front of him, for him. I groaned as he slid his dirty cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. He just laughed. "Do you want me to eat that cum out your ass?" I didn't even try and nod, just swallowed and sucked harder at his cock. It was disgusting, taboo, and I loved every moment. He closed his eyes and rocked his hips. "Good girl" He whispered, and I let a moan escape onto his cock. "But I haven't forgotten that you came without my permission." I looked up at him with pleading eyes and I felt his cock start to harden again. I struggled against it, in spite of myself. He pulled out, petting my head. "Enough cleaning for now, you cock hungry slut." He knelt between my thighs and spread them. I let my head fall back, and I watched him in the mirror. I struggled again, closing my legs to the knee, but he was stronger. "Too late for that now, Delilah." He soothed, spreading me completely. He pushed my legs up, spreading my cheeks, displaying my filled ass. He met my eyes once before lowering his head. I was eternally grateful that it had been Hannah who had ignited my penchant for enemas. The wedding had been a reminder that I would see her, and I started my morning with one. I cried out as I felt his tongue probe, spreading me further. Keeping my cheeks parted, he slid the end of the whip into my pussy again. I kept my eyes closed as I tried to delay my orgasm. His tongue went deeper and deeper, eating, sucking down all that cum he'd shot into my clean ass. "Don't stop..." I begged breathlessly. He had his tongue buried deep as he rammed the whip handle in and out. My cunt clutched at it, and my ass quivered around his tongue. I felt like such a slut as I came all over the whip, sobbing because it felt so good. He stopped after my shaking had slowed, withdrawing his tongue, and yanking the whip out of my cunt. He hopped off the bed and went to the closet. I whimpered, fearful of my fate, my discipline. I grew wetter with each moment. He came back to the end of the bed with a ball gag. He was frowning as he undid my shackles. He sat on the bed and instructed me to lay across his lap. "Marcus please..." I started but he raised an eyebrow and fitted the gag onto me. "Don't defy me, bitch." And patted his lap. I arched my back and crawled to do as he requested. My tits were resting against his right thigh, and his left leg was against my stomach. I felt his hand against my ass, massaging the skin, preparing it, making it all the more susceptive for whatever he had in mind. I dared venture a look at the ceiling and saw him raise his hand. It fell heavily against my flesh, the slapping sound followed by a scream. I mumbled my words of regret, begging him to stop, looking over my shoulder, biting, gnawing on the gag. Just hoping there wasn't any more. He smiled. "Nose to the covers slut." I obeyed, wondering how soon he'd raise his hand again. I was not disappointed as he rained blow after blow, the spanking surely turning my ass red. He paused and spread my legs as I whimpered, grateful for the rest. He dipped his fingers into my soaked core, spreading the lips. He started with two, then slipped in a third, thrusting them slowly as I moaned. "Don't you fucking dare come yet, you filthy slut." He warned and I sobbed, burying my head beneath my hands and onto the blankets. I felt his thumb start to probe my anus and I trembled, almost unable to control myself. He pulled my hair, fingers now thrusting violently into my cunt. "Come for me now." He whispered, and my eyesight went blurry. I squeezed my eyes shut and came, whimpering and biting at the gag. I collapsed against him, his cock fully erect and prodding into my stomach. He slipped the gag off and shoved the fingers into my mouth. I cleaned every last one. "Thank you master. I'm sorry I was careless and came without your permission before." He nodded and smiled. "On your knees, on the floor slut." He petted my head once there and kissed the tip of my nose. My hands were in my lap and I was already forming ideas of what he had planned. My eyes locked on his cock and I licked my lips. "Would you ignore it for just a moment?" He took hold of my chin and lifted it till my gaze met his. "Have you ever had a Master?" He asked sternly. I shook my head. "A Mistress then?" Again, I shook my head no. He sighed. "Surely you must be familiar with domination in some way..." "I've dominated women before, but never in such an effective fashion as you've done to me." I blushed and wished I had his skill. "You're not disappointed are you?" I chewed at my lower lip. "Yes and no." I opened my mouth to question, but he began to speak again. "It means you have so much to learn as a pet. Safety words and not daring to question me however strange the requests.. building trust.. you're undisciplined. I've never had such a willing untrained slave before." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Are you sure you want this? I mean, I'm all for the rape fantasies but..." He paused to glare at me because I was giggling. "Do you regret anything we've done?" "No, I want more." I whispered, reaching for his cock. He raised a hand and I rested my hands back on my lap. "Did I say you could do that?" "I'm sorry, Master." I met his gaze, he was frowning, but his eyes were shining. Quietly pleased, I hoped. "I wanted to spank you the moment I caught you looking at that woman at the reception." He confessed, patting the bed beside him. "I knew I wanted to collar you when you begged for me to fuck you." He smiled, staring at the floor. "Would you?" I whispered, trembling in anticipation. "Collar you?" He questioned. "It would take a lot of training, months at the very least. I know I keep asking, but are you really ready for something like that? Would you accept me as your master? Do you really think you could do all I will ask.. god.. I have so many questions. Give it some thought, Delilah. Don't rush into this.. and don't let me force it on you.. yet." His last word was an afterthought, a whisper as he leaned in to kiss me. I reached for his cock once more, he moaned approval as he bit my lip. "You're pushing your luck, slut."