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My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 01

By: heavenlyhell0987



1 

Obviously uncomfortable, she started to bite her lip and self-consciously move her arms to cover herself. She glanced at the window and then back at me, her blue eyes pleading. 

I sighed. "There's no one around for miles, Love. And no one can get close enough to see through this window even if they tried." 

She knew that was true, although I sometimes teased her saying that it wasn't. 

"Do I have to?" She murmured. 

"You know, you really seem to forget that I own you." 

She whispered an apology, but didn't add master at the end of it. 

She was just so damn embarrassed of her own body, even though she knew it was beautiful. She had to know, I told her so often. Her shyness was cute, endearing, and honestly it turned me on, but it made it so much more frustrating when I tried to give her a simple order that would never be a problem for other slaves. 

I remembered when I first got her, looking through the market. In our part of the country, selling people was legal...as long as you didn't get caught. It was common for people to have sex slaves, and for some, it was really just having something to keep you company. That was more or less myself. At only twenty three, I was one of the youngest entrepreneurs out in the field. Which means I didn't have much time for a clingy girlfriend. I didn't want one of those really slutty slaves, either, who sold themselves into slavery because they just wanted someone to take care of them for the rest of their lives. Stupid sluts ignoring the risks. 

No, I didn't want one like that. 

Her previous owner, Lou, was a good friend of mine, we had worked together on a few deals and did business well together. He didn't really own her, he just owned the faction of the market she belonged to. When I first laid my eyes on her, I was so surprised at the looks of her. She wasn't like the others. She wasn't tan, wearing makeup, putting herself out. Lou told me that she had never gotten plastic surgery before, which immediately heightened my attraction to her. I looked more at the card outside her enclosure.

19 years old. 

Blue eyes. 

Dark hair. 

5'4

112 pounds 

Juliet Love Clark.

"Are you interested?" Lou asked. "She's expensive." 

I laughed. "Lou, I can handle expensive." 

"She's hard to handle." He warned. 

"Are you always this non-persuasive with clients?" I asked. 

"Only with the ones I like. She's shy as fuck. She didn't talk to me for like three weeks after we got her. Innocent, too." 

"Is she a virgin?" 

"No, but she's not experienced, either. Rape as a punishment for misbehavior. Nothing consensual yet, I don't think. So she's basically a virgin." 

I grinned. "Perfect."

"The other girls, though, they love her to death. Think of her of a daughter or something. So they taught her how to blow and everything else." 

"Has she ever tried it?" 

"Probably." 

I smiled again. 

I took another glance up at her. Beautiful. She was wearing a pink, lacy bra set that emphasized her youth, her dark hair down in waves, though it looked tangled and dirty. Maybe it was better that she wasn't wearing makeup, because if she was I knew it would be smeared across her eyes. Her breasts weren't big, but they were noticeable. They fit her small body perfectly, and her legs were long for her height. Beautiful. 

She was trying to ignore us, curled up, hugging her knees in a corner and looking out the other side of her cage (which was really the size of a small bedroom, just enclosed with wire fencing) although there was nothing really to look at. 

"Hey," Lou called. "Girl!"

She didn't move. 

"Hey!" He called again. "What are you, deft?" 

She reluctantly turned around. 

He motioned for her to come. 

She stood and walked closer, slowly, her eyes on the ground. Before she reached us, she looked back longingly at her corner. 

"This is Clark." Lou introduced. "He's thinking of becoming your master." 

She still kept her gaze down, although now she might have been looking at my feet instead of hers. 

"She doesn't talk much." Lou shrugged. "Do you want to go in?" 

I nodded and he opened the gate. 

"What's your name?" I asked her as we both sat on her concrete bench. 

She didn't respond, just shifted her shoulders. 

"I'm Clark." I said. 

She smiled weakly, still not looking at me. 

I smiled too, and took her chin in my hand, tilting it up to my face. 

"You're pretty when you smile." I told her. 

She blushed and tried to hide her face. Due to her lack of clothing, I could see the blush travel down...

"And you blush, too." 

She was clearly embarrassed. I liked that. There weren't many girls these days that were humble or bashful. Especially not ones that looked like her. 

"Look at me." I told her. 

She lifted her eyes to mine. I released my grip on her chin, but she still looked at me. 

"Would you like to go home with me?" I asked. 

She didn't answer and looked back down. 

"Can you even talk?" 

She waited a second before looking back up at me. 

"For how long?" She asked, a slight southern accent in her voice. 

I grinned wide. "We'll have to see." 

Ah, memories. 

That was nearly three weeks ago and probably the best day I've had in years. When I took her home, I learned she was even shyer than I thought. She would blush even when I reached out to hold her hand. She was my girlfriend of sorts now, at least that's what I told people at work in case they ever saw her if they came to the house. Besides, I've been needing someone to take to events. And, as far as they know, she's twenty one. She just looks young. 

"But...why?" She asked me, squirming as I tied her ankles to the legs of the chair. 

"Because I want to see how you like to touch yourself." 

Her blush was furious. It was so fun to embarrass her like this. She hated when I forced pleasure on her, hated being vulnerable. What a shame for her, because her modesty was what was turning me on. 

She wasn't making any movements, but her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet. I knew that was because I've been making her take aphrodisiac pills every morning...and night...and the middle of the day since she got here. But I liked to think it was because this was turning her on as much as it turned me on. After all those pills, she needed to orgasm badly. But that just embarrassed her more, especially when I wouldn't let her, or made her beg for it. 

"Do you want me to help you?" I whispered setting my hand on her bare thigh and leaning towards her from my chair right across from her. 

She bit her lip and glanced out the window again, the nodded. 

I smiled. "I'll do it if you ask me nicely." 

She gave me a look of petulance. I gently rubbed my thumb across her slit, so lightly I could barely feel it. But it wasn't the same for her. 

She broke. "Please master, can you touch me?" 

"Touch you where?" I asked, letting my finger trail down her slit again. 

She whimpered. "My center." 

"That's not the word for it." 

She covered her face with her hands. "My pussy." A muffled voice said. 

I took her hands. "Don't cover your face. You're beautiful." 

I started to touch her slowly, teasing her. I ran my hand across her pussy like I was petting a kitten until she started whining. I spread her lips apart and lightly pressed on her clit. 

"Please." She begged. She's never begged me without me telling her to before. 

Surprised, I leaned in and kissed her as I rubbed her pussy like I knew she wanted me to. When I stuck a finger in her, she was so relieved she kissed me back. Or that could have just been because she didn't want me to hear her whine. I wanted to make her cum then, just so she'd know that good things happen when she kisses me back. But I told her I'd make her touch herself, and that's what I'd do. 

I pulled my hand away when I felt her muscles tense. She looked up at me, eyes hazy and confused. 

"Have your little fingers ever gotten you off before?" I asked her. 

She shook her head. 

"Maybe you've just never been close enough." 

"Master..." She bucked her hips. 

"If you want to cum, you have to do it yourself." I said, and she knew I wasn't kidding this time. 

She reached her hand down and started to rub circles on her clit, trying not to moan. 

"Tell me when you're close." I ordered. 

Her hips started to buck as she grinded against her hand, her breathing got heavier. I watched closely as she pushed a finger into herself, then pulled it out and rubbed her juices back across her clit, which was apparently a lot more sensitive than I had thought. She kept making these cute little gasps and sighs, trying to hold in all of her noises like she was ashamed. 

"Master, I'm almost there." She cut herself off with a groan. 

"Cum," I said, and kissed her as she finished herself. I rubbed her nipples and she was nearly crying. I had forgotten that I hadn't let her come in a week. I should have made it more extravagant. 

"Did that feel good?" I asked. 

She nodded, breathless. 

It was dark now, and I untied her and led her to the bed. 

"I'll spend the night with you, if you want." I offered. 

She shook her head as she cuddled into a pillow like she should have been cuddling into me. 

A bit of rage boiled in my stomach. I was so good to her. I never beat her not expectantly. I didn't starve her. And she was such a good trophy, behaved so well in public. She's lucky I take her out; most owners don't. She has her own room, never has to sleep in the playroom or with me in my bed if she doesn't want to. She has her own clothes, although she can never wear them unless we're in public. I loved her, even though I didn't really know her. And I know it hasn't been long, but she was supposed to love me, too. I knew she wanted to please me. But I didn't buy her just for sex. There had only been a few days where I had let my real inner sadist shine through, physically instead of just mentally. I had always warned her. 

"Tomorrow won't be easy for you." I told her, biting back coldness as I sat down on her bed and stroked her hair. 

She glanced up at me, sleepy, child-like eyes. 

"You're not going to enjoy it, but it won't be for you." 

She nodded. 

I frowned, wanting to watch her squirm. "I'm really going to test your pain tolerance, and I'm going to push you. It's not going to be consensual. You're really going to hate me." 

"I don't hate you." She said. 

I smiled, my frustration disappearing. "I love you, Juliet." 

I didn't expect her to say it back, and she didn't. I kissed her forehead and left the room. 

*****

A.N. NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE DARKER, BUT STILL CUTE.

My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 02



She sat by the window with her book. I was surprised she could read, most slaves couldn't, but she enjoyed the classics that I more or less had just bought to decorate my shelves. She was reading a book I was forced to read in high school, but unlike myself, she looked quite intrigued with it. She was usually so observant, too, but now she didn't even notice I had opened her door and had been staring at her for minutes. 

She was beautiful. I wondered how often she bathed, because she always smelled so sweet, like cherries and red wine. It must have been at least twice a day, maybe more to kill time. Her dark brown hair was always shining and down in soft waves. She had splashes of light brown freckles across her pale nose, cheeks, and shoulder blades. Her eyes sometimes turned grey, depending on the weather. But she was always so beautiful. Especially now, caught up in her little world, leaning against the coolness of the glass as it rained. 

I wanted to take her outside, to one of the gardens outside the mansion. I wanted to pick flowers for her and be romantic. I wanted her to talk to me, out there, where it was beautiful. 

But today wasn't her day. Today my cock was taking up too much of my attention, and I had so much pent up anger from work. My playroom wasn't getting enough use. 

I coughed to get her attention. 

She shut her book. 

"Let's go." I said, sticking out my hand. 

Like a good girl, she held onto it as I pulled her out of the room. From that alone, she could tell I wasn't joking around today. 

I kissed her hard when we reached the door to my playroom, shoving her against without holding back any of my passion. I got frustrated when she didn't make a move, wearing that same scared expression. 

"Juliet, kiss me, damn it!" I yelled. 

She obeyed, but was a softer kisser than me, gently pushing her lips to mine. It was soothing. Probably not wanting to piss me off, when I fisted my hand in her hair, she mimicked me by lifting her arms around my neck, standing on her toes. As she did this, I pushed past her lips with my tongue and welcomed myself into her mouth. Her eyes snapped open and she stopped for a second before she pressed her tongue back to mine. 

I felt my will weakening and my cock harden. I pulled away. 

"From now on, if I kiss you, you kiss me back, okay?" 

She nodded. 

I smacked her ass, hard, causing her to jump. "Fucking say it." 

"Yes master," She said quietly. 

Her eyes widened when I lead her to the St. Andrew's cross. A whimper rose in her throat as I tightly restrained her ankles. She always hated this one the most, thinking of how exposed it made her. That's just because we haven't tried suspension yet. She gave me a pleading look, and although the sadist in me loved resisting those blue eyes of hers, I wanted to try something different. I took a blindfold off a tray and secured it around her head. 

"Are you ready?" I asked her. 

"Yes master." 

"Good, not that you have a choice." I said lovingly. "I won't be more than an hour or two." I promised before I pecked her on the lips. 

A pang of guilt hit me when I saw the delicateness of her collar bones, the innocence of the freckles on her shoulder. 

"You can trust me." I told her before I could stop myself. "You don't have to, but I'm never going to lead you on or lie to you. If I say we'll do something, we'll do it, and if I say we won't, we won't. I'm never going to hurt you more than you can handle." 

She started to nod before she stopped herself. "Yes, master." 

I patted her inner thigh in appreciation. "Good girl." 

Although I loved seeing the expression in her eyes, she looked older when she was blindfolded. The way her body tensed and rolled. The hardness of her nipples and the wetness of her cunt were obvious, and she was trying to restrain herself from whining as I knew the cold air was licking her in the most intimate places. When she sucked on her bottom lip, she didn't look nervous anymore. She looked like she was trying to seduce me. It was working. 

I made my way behind her and kissed the crook of her neck, wrapping my arms around her, causing her to shudder a little. I casually stroked her pussy with one hand and played with her nipples with the other. She twisted her wrists in their binds and gasped. 

"Someone took their pill this morning." I teased, knowing that talking is what made her blush. "How does it feel to know that even though you think you hate this, you're still so dripping wet for it." I dipped a finger in her hole, only up to the bottom of my fingernail. I knew this was killing her, but I didn't stop, pushing my finger farther inside her, excruciatingly slow. 

"Does it make you feel like a slut, with your pussy always hot and your nipples always erect? What's it like? Being constantly aroused, but like you said last night, never being able to get yourself off?" 

With one finger buried deep inside her, I removed one hand from her nipples and reached behind me, picking up a BDSM riding crop. I moved around to the front of her, thus twisting the finger, making her mewl the cutest noises as she subtly nudged at the air with her hips, wanting it deeper, wanting more contact. She was restrained tightly, so she couldn't move much, and the sight of her helplessness was nearly comical. 

I suddenly jerked my finger out and loudly 

smacked her pussy with the crop. She squealed in pain, and I loved hearing her so much, I did it again. I wasn't planning to carry on so long, but I kept going until she was screaming and thrashing at her bonds. Her pain tolerance was relatively high, too, so it took more than a few hard whips with the crop on her most sensitive place, which was red and burning now. 

"When I ask you a question, you answer it. Got it?" I growled. 

That wasn't fair and I knew it. I had stated it like a rhetorical question and I hadn't even given her a warning. 

"Yes, master." She said between heavy breaths. 

"So, what's it like to always be so wet and aroused?" I picked up casually again as I tweaked her puckered nipples before smacking both of them with the crop, though only hard enough to make her wince. The sight of her own honey smeared across her breasts sent a jolt down stairs. I cleared my throat, only wanting to focus on her for now. 

"Do you ever get frustrated, since you always want an orgasm but never want to ask for one?" 

"Yes, master." 

"Tell me about it. And don't stop until I expressly tell you to." 

She took a breath, gathering her nerve. 

"Well, the pill is so bad, sir. It makes it hard for me to focus-Oh!" 

I sucked on her neck until I found that one sweet spot. She caught her breath and carried on as I distracted her by laying hot open mouth kisses across her tits, stopping occasionally to taste her nipples. 

"It takes so much control not to spend all day touching my...self..." 

I was being cruel, lightly biting her nipples, which I knew turned her on. It was always the gentle biting that got her. I figured that one out the first week I got her, when I was exploring her body and she nearly came when my teeth scraped across her clit. 

"Touching yourself where?" I asked. 

"You know...down there." She murmured. 

"Here?" I asked playfully and touched her knee. 

"Higher, Master," She half answered, half begged. 

"Here?" Her inner thigh. 

"No...between..." She moaned. 

"Oh," I laughed softly and licked my hand. "You mean, here." I lightly cupped her sex in my hand. 

"Yes!" She squealed, trying to hump my hand as I slowly pulled it too far away. 

"Aw," I cooed. "Am I not giving your little snatch enough attention?" 

"Master, please," She begged. 

I was silent for nearly ten minutes, letting all her senses fully absorb her situation. Her pussy was so wet and pink, and her hips couldn't stay still for very long, always twitching suddenly or trying to find something to grind against. 

Then, without warning, I plunged my head between her legs and devoured her pussy. My tongue darted out and flicked her clit, my hand rubbing her hard. She bucked her hips, crying out with pleasure. When I sucked hard on her clit and she cried out, needing relief. She was trying to keep her mouth shut, but every time she tried, more moans escaped. I lightly bit down on her clit as I teased her entrance with the pad of my thumb, driving her mad. I rubbed circles with my thumb inside her and bit her clit a little harder, sucking as I did so, and her musical cries were louder than I ever heard before. I've ever heard her before. I gave it to her for about ten seconds. Then, to her displeasure, I stopped. 

She huffed, but didn't beg, trying to control herself. 

As she regained her composure, I took out a contraption I had put together earlier in the day. 

"You're really going to hate me for this." I smiled, shaking my head. 

She gripped her restraints in her hands, bracing herself as she came down from her high. 

I had duct taped a Hitachi wand to a tripod camera stand and fastened it between her legs. She felt the head and groaned with despair. These brought her to the edge, fast. When I turned it on, she tried her best to draw away from it before it brought her in too far. It didn't work. 

"No," She begged. 

I laughed and gave her a chaste kiss. 

She was soon a sniveling, moaning mess, surrendering to the technology. 

I then adjusted the tripod length so that it was too low. Now the head was just barely touching her pussy lips. I laughed when she started groaning. 

"Please, sir," She pleaded. 

"Maybe later." I taunted, and she cried out with frustration, trying to receive pleasure. 

She yelped so loudly when I painfully pinched a clothespin on her nipple. 

"I bet that feels great." I jeered as I sucked on her earlobe. 

I added more clothes pins across her breasts and pulled on them, sometimes pinching and wrenching hard, and sometimes barely flicking them, but not hard enough to pull them off. I loved hearing her moans mixed with the screams of pain. She screamed out loud when I used the crop to whack each one of them off of her small, round breasts individually. And from then on, I was having trouble stopping myself. I loved smacking her with the black leather, even in places that weren't intimate. A hickey I had left on her neck, the soles of her feet, the inside of her forearm... I hit her in places she wasn't expecting, and blindfolded, she was going insane. 

I looked at my watch. We had spent nearly about an hour and a half in here, and she had the wand between her legs for over twenty minutes. Her entire body was shaking, her pussy was red and actually dripping, and her arms must have been dying. 

I pulled the vibrator out from under her and turned it off. She whimpered, and I resisted the urge to kiss her forehead and hold her. We were almost done. I untied her, ankles first, then her arms. She nearly fell off of the cross and I had to catch her. I pushed her to the ground so she was kneeling. 

It was then that I took off her blindfold, and she looked up at me with a mix of lust and pain. 

I guided her hand to my zipper. 

"Suck my cock, little girl." I ordered, forcing my voice to stay even. 

She carefully pulled down my zipper and pushed my jeans down, which I kicked off and to the side. She reached for the elastic of my black and white, plaid boxers and pulled it away, my cock springing into her face. She gingerly grabbed the base and stroked my shaft. 

"Kiss it." I smirked as I saw her blush deepen. 

She tentatively kissed the tip of it. 

"Lick it." 

Her face was burning by now, and she licked my cock, tasting all around it before taking it into her mouth. I kept myself from groaning. Seeing her tied up has gotten me so hard, and I knew I wouldn't last long with her gentle but enthusiastic sucks. I was about to tell her that she could be rougher, less clean, but decided against it. She was giving me a blowjob with little coaxing, and this was how she wanted to do it. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when she effortlessly sucked me into her throat. All the other girls who I had been with who tried to deep throat my cock had made disgusting choking or gagging noises, and none of them had been able to take me as far in as her. She then swallowed, massaging me with her throat while she sucked. When she took me out of her throat and swirled her tongue around the head, I lost it and pumped my seed into her mouth with a thrust and a groan. With a grimace, she swallowed. 

I lifted her off of her knees and into my arms, hugging her tight to me. 

"You were such a good girl today." I said proudly. 

"Thank you, master." She said sheepishly, burying her head in my chest, probably so she wouldn't have to look at me. 

I sat her down and rubbed her arms, which must have been hurting after being raised above her head for so long. She sighed with relief as I worked the circulation through her shoulders and forearms. She was a little shaken and she was probably hurting everywhere. Her pussy, surprisingly, was still glistening. Maybe I had been giving her too much of the aphrodisiac, but her self-control was astonishing and I liked her like this. Horny, ready for me at all times, and like she said last night, unable to get relief without help. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she needed me. 

*****

A.N. Next chapter will be softer, more romantic, and kind of a plot builder.



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 03



"You must get so lonely, up in your room all the time." I said as the color in her face turned back to normal. 

Naturally, she just shifted her feet and didn't respond. 

"Sleep in my room with me. Just for now. We could both use the company." 

"It's the middle of the day." She said softly. 

"Just for a few hours, then you and I can go somewhere. Have you been to a library?"

Her eyes widened and her face lit up, real happiness in her expression that I had never seen before, causing me to smile back. 

"Guess you have." I noted. "Well, there's a huge one in town. You might like it. I'll take you there tonight, but I'm too tired right now." 

"Really?" She asked, her voice portraying her excitement. "Right after a nap?" 

"Sure, why not." I laughed. 

She nodded, happiest I've ever seen her. 

Finally, I had found something that would get to her, some deeper way to connect. This could break her out of her shell. Why hadn't I previously thought of it? She's been reading ever since she got here. 

Before we got into bed, I got her to take a shower with me. I wasn't really in master-mode right now, so if she told me that she would prefer to shower in her own room and come back, I would have let her. And I had really thought she would be upset with me for using the crop on her and using all the clothespins. But I really had thrilled her with the idea of a library, so she was submitting to me now without coaxing. 

It was cute, the way she awkwardly tried to avoid touching our wet, naked bodies together. She was still embarrassed, trying to hide herself from me even though I had seen her naked more than I had seen her clothed. I was planning to make her wash me, and maybe worship my cock again. But she was in too light of a mood, and her happiness had rubbed off on me. 

As I was turned away from her, I felt something hit my ear, warming it and making loud crackling noises. I swiped at it, revealed white suds. I pivoted to see her giggling and covering her mouth. I had never seen her giggle before. I couldn't help but laugh with her. 

"Did you just blow bubbles at me?" I asked incredulously. 

She stood on her toes and reached and swiped at my hair. She rubbed her hands together and playfully blew froth at me again, landing this time on my chest. 

"Unbelievable." I breathed, smiling wide. "Oh, you are so going to get it now." 

I grabbed her around the middle, running my fingers down her sides and over her flat tummy. She squealed, trying to get away from me. I don't know how I was able to hold on so well to her, both of us being slippery from the soap and water. I hadn't meant it to be sexual, but her nipples had hardened and her blush deepened. I tried not to smile slyly, but I had turned her on without even trying to. And she hadn't taken her mid-day pill yet, either.

"You really are ticklish." I teased. 

"Stop!" She pleaded, laughing. 

"Say you're sorry and I'll think about it." 

"I'm sorry!" She howled. Her laughter was something I could listen to forever. It was soft and girly, but not obnoxiously so. Like tinkling bells. "Please stop!" 

"Hold on," I said thoughtfully. "I'm still thinking about it." 

"Master!" She cried. 

Eventually I stopped. 

"You know, you only really have to call me Master in the play room. Sir when we're playing, but not in the playroom. And you can just call me Clark when we're out here." 

"But...isn't this playing?" She asked shyly. 

I shrugged. "I don't even know. How about, when we're in my room, you can call me Clark." 

"Clark..." She repeated, testing out the name on her own. 

The sound of her rare but sweet voice on my name was almost too much. 

She easily dry swallowed her aphrodisiac, but looked a little nervous when she took it, knowing how needy it could make her. I knew she'd be less scared if she was wearing something, so I loaned her one of my dress shirts. I had never really seen the point of that, giving the lady one of your shirts. Especially when her room was just right down the hall. But I had seen it in movies before and honestly, it looked sexy, and she looked comfortable. It was obviously too big for her and went down mid-thigh, but I knew she wasn't wearing anything under it other than sexy white lace panties, and that made it so much hotter. And I knew I'd be wearing the shirt to work the next day if it wasn't too wrinkled. As for myself, I stayed in boxers and a t-shirt. 

"What position do you sleep in?" I asked her. 

"Whatever position you want me to." She replied softly, the cheeky minx she was in the bathroom disappearing in turn of her regular, shy self. 

"No, I really am curious. When I check in on you and you're sleeping you're always too far underneath the covers for me to see anything." 

She played with her hands, hating even the simplest of questions. "Usually on my stomach, I roll around a lot." 

She watched as I climbed into bed, leaning back. I made room for her. "Come on," I said. 

She originally tried laying apart from me, but I pulled her into my arms in a way that she was lying face down, but on me. She adjusted her form herself, and put her ear on my chest, moving it until she found my heart. I smirked. How cute. She thought I wouldn't notice. Maybe she didn't even know she was doing it. 

She was a lot smaller than I, especially evident in this position. I was almost exactly six feet tall, 180 pounds with an athletic build. She was just so little, so young and innocent and fucking shy. But she wasn't just childlike in appearances. The way she hid herself and blushed. She was like a kitten, so curious of everything. And her avid reading. She must be intelligent. 

Maybe she used to go to school. 

I could see that her eyes were closed from the dim, clouded light that streamed through the openings in the closed blinds. But she wasn't asleep. The aphrodisiac was starting to kick in, and her arousal was starting to heighten, not to mention the fact that I hadn't let her cum in the playroom today. I could tell by the way she was squeezing her thighs together, trying to get some relief to her no doubt swollen and aching clit. 

"If you close your legs any tighter you might break them." I noted. I didn't hide the sleepiness in my voice. 

She looked up at me for a moment, turned scarlet, and put her head back down. 

"Is the pill starting to work?" I asked casually. 

She nodded, hiding her pained face. 

"Does it hurt?" 

"No, just... I'm trying hard not to...you know." 

"No, I don't know." I said honestly. "Tell me." 

"Well, it doesn't help that you're so close to me. And you look like that." 

I grinned. "Are you saying you think I'm attractive?" 

"Yes." She said simply, innocently. 

"And you're physically trying not to jump me?" 

Immediately, she buried her face in my chest and made some embarrassed comment, too muffled to hear clearly. 

"What was that?" 

She lifted her head slightly, still not looking me in the eye. "I said yes, sir."

Sir. I smiled, amused. She wanted to play. 

"Come here," I said softly. I lifted her up closer to me, with her head where mine was, lying her on her side. I knew she was embarrassed by being so eager, but she was visibly aroused. She reached up and started unbuttoning her shirt, her fingers slightly tripping over each other because she was shaking, most likely from excitement. 

I put my fingers over hers. Let me. She understood and dropped her hands. 

"Calm down, Love," 

She looked away. "Sorry," She murmured. 

By the time I had slid the shirt off her shoulders, she had regained most of her control. It was my goal to bring her back to where she was before, putty in my hands. 

She hid her perky, round globes from me. I moved her hands and replaced them with mine, palming her soft breasts and pulling at her nipples. While at first she still looked unsure, she eventually melted back into my touch. 

"You're boobs are so perfect. Warm and firm, and they fit right in my hand." I told her as I kissed a rosy nipple. 

"Thank you..." She trailed off, eyes closed with contentment. 

When I reached my head up, intending to switch nipples, she put her hand on my chest, pushing me back. Apparently when I was working on her, she had spent her time building up her courage. When she put her lips on mine, I nearly died. I held her so that she was lying on top of me, trying to kiss her as gently as she was kissing me. As if I were fragile. As if she didn't want to break me. As the kiss deepened, I idly reached my hand down and stroked her little pussy through the lace. I smiled into the kiss, and she smiled back, so unknowing. She had soaked the panties all the way through. When I started to rub her, just a little to get her hotter, she sighed and started rocking her hips into my hand. She eventually pulled away, whining with frustration. 

"Please," She begged, knowing it would get to me. 

"Always so eager..." I murmured. "You need to have patience, Love." 

Seemingly contradicting my previous statement, I flipped her over and slowly pulled down her panties. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and her breath hitched. 

"Had you ever gotten it like this before?" I asked. 

"I had never gotten it at all before I came here." She said. 

I grinned, feeling evil, and I knew she saw it from the way she whimpered with need. 

This angle allowed me better access to her pussy, and she could no doubt feel my breath. But I loved teasing her, and this just made it so much easier. 

"Every time you buck at me, I'll stretch it out for another five minutes. Don't even clench your little pussy. Just relax and accept what I'm doing to you." I ordered. 

"Yes, sir." She whispered breathily. 

"Tell me what you won't do." I said, just as an excuse to draw it out longer. 

"I won't buck my...hips..." She closed her eyes. I started to suck, kiss, and lick her inner thigh. I made sure that I was leaving a few hickeys for her to find later. "Or..." 

"What's the matter?" I asked. When she didn't answer, I blew cool air over her hot slit. She whined, but didn't move. 

"Or clench my pussy." It barely came out as a whisper, but I knew she had said it, and from her, that was good enough. 

I started to gently lick at the side of her pussy lips, enjoying the sweet flavor of her skin. I noticed she had propped herself up on her elbows to watch me, although all she could really see was my head buried in her pussy. Her clit was peeking out at me, red and begging to be toyed with. I used my thumbs to spread her wider and lightly kissed her strawberry clit, looking at her face as I did so. Her eyes were shut tight, but she didn't squirm. Her amount of control always impressed me. I wondered how long it would take for me to break her. 

This was cruel, forcing her not to move without restraining her. But she could do it. She had to. 

I took her clit into my mouth and sucked, swirling my tongue around the engorged little button, too big for her pussy, never once taking my eyes off her. Lubricating my finger, I rubbed her clit with her own juices while I slowly pushed my tongue through her entrance. 

She squealed and lurched forward. 

I laughed. "I wonder how far I can put my tongue down your cunt." I hummed, using the vibrations to stimulate her further. "We can spend the next five minutes finding out." 

She mewled and I noticed she had been gripping the sheets until her knuckles turned white.

I spent the next five minutes actually trying to make her come, tongue fucking her hard, deep, and fast. Every time she had asked me for permission to come she was ignored, or I responded by lightly biting down on her clit, trying to make her scream and settling for her cries and yelps. When the five minutes was over, I continued to tease her for three more. 

"Sir, please, may I come?" She begged as I had my tongue buried deep inside her sweet honey pot. 

I waited about thirty seconds. 

"Come for me." I finally said, and nearly immediately she started to cry out. I didn't go and kiss her this time, I wanted to hear what she really sounded like when she came. She mewled and squirmed and moaned as I sucked her clit hard until I was certain she had stopped coming. 

When she had, I climbed back on the bed to kiss her. 

"Do you taste yourself?" I asked. That wasn't just me teasing her, I really did want to know. 

She burned red. "Yes, thank you, sir." 

When she had finally calmed down, she became more aware of her vulnerable situation and tried to put more distance between her body and mine. 

"May I put the shirt back on?" She asked, looking down and fiddling with her thumbs. 

I was exhausted, and I could tell she was too. In our frenzy, I had thrown her shirt across the room. I reached from the back of my neck and pulled my shirt off. 

"Just take this one." I yawned. 

She looked at me a little strangely, but put it on anyways. Because she was in such a great mood, she curled up into my chest, wanting me to hold her. I willingly obliged, wrapping my arms around her, and she sighed. 

"I love you, Juliet." I said as sleep started to take over. 

I wasn't sure if she was asleep or not, but her little body seemed to relax. 

I loved the little things about her that made her unique, human. The way her golden freckles dotted across her shoulders and cheeks, how her hair flowed like a waterfall of dark waves, the thinness of her wrists, the startling blue of her eyes that was intense, but at the same time, soft. I wanted to protect her from everything bad in the world, protect her innocence; I wanted her to see me as a good guy. But at the same time I wanted her to be lustful and always wet for me, and I wanted to make her entire body ache with pain and pleasure while she begged for my cock. 

I'm not confused about my feelings for her. Those are clear. And they're the same as her middle name.



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 04



A.N. This really doesn't have anything graphic in it except language. I tried adding the sex scene but it was just too long. But that chapter will hopefully be up near the same time as this one. Thanks for reading and commenting. 

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She wasn't kidding, she really did roll around in her sleep. About ten minutes after she had fallen asleep, she had changed positions, moving away from me. And she kept doing it, no matter how many times I rolled over, too, so I could keep up. I eventually fell into a rhythm, so I was moving with her. It was nice to get some rest; I really was exhausted. I had been working for most of the previous night and had most likely lost ten percent of my thick black hair from pulling at it so much in frustration. But she made it better. 

I wondered how much she trusted me. She was such a timid thing, and honestly she had just slightly warmed up to me since she came here. For the first few days I honestly thought she couldn't speak, except for that one question she asked me the day I met her. She was such a good girl, too. She did question me, but had never refused before. She wanted to please me. She wanted me to be happy with her, just like she was taught in the slave trade. And I always was happy with her. 

As she slept, finally staying still as she laid head on my chest, she was calm. She was nearly affectionate, occasionally sighing in her sleep and smiling, smiles I wasn't used to seeing. When she nuzzled into me, I had to close my eyes to savor the moment. Maybe, subconsciously, she wasn't so scared of me. 

I woke up possibly a minute before her, and spent that time just enjoying her form in my arms. Slowly, impossibly slow, a pink lips pursed and her eyes shut harder before her eyelashes fluttered open. 

"Hey, little girl," I greeted her groggily. "Time to get up." 

She yawned and leaned back into me. 

I chuckled and kissed the top of her hair. I let her sleep for a few more minutes. I liked her like this, happy and relaxed. She rarely was. 

"Don't you want to go to the library?" I asked. 

Her head perked up, and she smiled and nodded. 

"Well, go get ready." 

Eyes bright, she kissed me on the cheek before she climbed off of me and scampered to her bedroom. 

I grinned, the place her lips touched heating. I would've have done anything for her then. One friendly kiss and that little bitch had me wrapped around her finger. We both knew I was the one controlling everything, but she had a hold on me that I don't think she'd ever realize. 

It took me a few minutes to get out of bed, and I found luxury in putting on jeans and a t-shirt, attire I don't don often. When I saw that tuft of black hair in the back of my head standing up straight, I felt surprisingly normal. Like I was a college student, staying at my parent's mansion with my girlfriend. Sometimes I got so caught up in being an adult that I forgot I was only twenty three. I wondered if when we were out, people thought we were siblings. We did have a few of the same features, the dark hair, blue eyes, thin frame. No, people could tell by the way I acted around her that we weren't related. Besides, her body was skinnier, more delicate. You could see her collar bones and wrist bones just a little more clearly. And I was normal, just with a more athletic build that I had to work surprisingly hard to maintain. And I was a different skin tone than her. That had to count for something. 

When I walked into her room, she was wearing a simple sundress that I had ordered somewhere off line when she first came. She was sitting on the stool at her vanity, brushing her hair with that plain wooden hair brush even though there was a more expensive, silver one right next to it. The wooden one was honestly the one I imagined spanking her with if we were in her room and I felt like it. And even though there was makeup in one of the drawers, I had no idea what girls used, so I just ordered a set from one of those over priced brands on a website, she only wore what looked like lip balm. She didn't need makeup anyways, she was just a naturally beautiful girl. 

"All set?" I asked, leaning on her door frame. 

She turned to me and smiled, setting the hairbrush down with a click. I really needed to spank her with that. I had never spanked her before. How would she react to that? 

She picked up my shirt and handed it to me. 

I shrugged. "Just keep it. I have a million." 

She looked hesitant for a moment, then folded it quickly and set it on the bed. 

We walked into my endless garage and I showed her my motorcycle, expecting her to be scared or intimidated. Surprisingly, she wasn't. 

"You're wearing shorts under your dress, right?" I joked. 

She nodded. I tossed her a helmet which she caught with ease. 

"Have you ever been on one before?" 

She gave me a little half smile, her eyes mischievous. That was a look I loved and at the same time wanted to fuck out of her. 

"I used to ride one." 

I raised my eyebrows. "You used to ride a motorcycle?" 

She shrugged. 

"No." I shook my head. "You did not." 

She laughed a little and shook her head. 

"Unbelievable." I jokingly chastised. 

I couldn't see her as we rode through town, but I could feel her arms around me, never tightening as I sped up. I could envision her, looking around at all the stores and cars and people, awestruck. 

I parked my bike a little far from the library so she and I could walk through town together. It was about four in the afternoon now, and the sun had come out, bright but not beating down on us. 

I picked a flower from one of the countless gardens in this part of town and gave it to her. She smiled at me and squeezed my hand, putting the flower behind her ear. 

"So," I asked casually. "What's your favorite flower?" 

"Freesias." She responded, her voice soft and delicate. 

I honestly had no idea what those were. 

"Lovely," I noted. "Like you." 

She laughed and shook her head, the flower moving, but not falling. 

In this town, any couple except a same race, straight, attractive couple was frowned at. And it seemed like the more the older people pushed this, the more the youths retaliated. So, the two of us received many approving nods from the elderly taking afternoon nods. How wrong they were, thinking of us as their definition of normal. 

We walked past a small, family run flower shop who's owner's grandson went to grade school with me. Mr. Williams, the shop keeper, came outside to greet us. 

"Clark, son!" He greeted, patting me on the back. "How've you been?" 

Juliet's grip on my hand tightened before she let go. She started to dig her left foot into the ground, a nervous habit she has. 

"Just fine, sir." I patted him back. "And you?" 

"Busy as ever. I barely ever see you 'round here no more." 

I shrugged. "Busy as ever, sir." 

He turned to Juliet and gave her one of those gum-smiles, adjusting his bifocals. 

"And who's this pretty lady?" 

I put a hand on her back and could feel the way she was tensing. 

"This is Juliet, Juliet this is Mr. Williams." 

"Well hello there, Jul'yet." He jutted his hand out friendlily.

She hesitantly shook it, giving him a polite smile. 

"I've been waitin' for you to finally be takin' to a girl." 

I loosely draped my arm around her shoulders. "I was showing her around town. She just moved here." 

"Ah," He said, turning to Juliet again. "Where'd ya move from?" 

She looked up at me, and I knew she couldn't say anything, not even to a neighborly old man. 

"She's from farther south." I answered for her without missing a beat. 

He looked at me funny for a second. 

"Doesn't talk much." I explained. 

"You a shy one?" He asked her. 

She made a face and nodded a little. 

He smiled at her and clamped a hand on her shoulder. 

"Well, little miss, I got to say I like that in a woman. My own wife won't never shut up." 

We all laughed. Well, Juliet smiled. I told the man goodbye and he wished me luck with my business, though he still didn't know or care to know what it was. To him, I wasn't Mr. Rich Guy. I was still just another lovable, idiot kid running around near his shop. 

By the time we started walking again she had turned back into the girl she was when I first met her. 

"Hey," I pulled her aside when we were far enough away from the shop. "Are you okay?" 

She nodded. I hugged her tightly. 

"You need to get used to meeting new people. A lot of people know me, and they'll want to know you, too." 

"I'm sorry..." She whispered. 

I kissed the top of her hair. 

"What are we going to do when there are events? You know I have to bring you with me." 

She sighed, the most miserable look in her eyes. 

"Don't worry about it, Love." I said, rubbing my thumb across her cheek. "They'll probably just think it's endearing, like Mr. Williams did." 

She pulled away, but held on to my hand. 

"Come on, let's go to the library." I said, smiling. 

She smiled back, this time less forced. 

Juliet looked at books the way you would look at birds. 

She went through every interesting title in the historical realistic fiction section of the library, chose a book, would flip through a few pages, and probably put it back. It was fun to watch, and honestly never got boring. Her eyes were so expressional, and I wanted to learn every one of those expressions. The bookshelves were high, and when she couldn't reach a book, I would come behind her and either get it for her, or if I didn't know which one she wanted, I would just hold her waist and lift her up so she could get it herself, always making her blush and giggle nervously and hide her face and god she was so beautiful. 

"You're so beautiful." I whispered to her. We were in a faraway corner with no one around us, but I whispered anyways. She liked whispering. 

She tilted her head to the side. 

"Just wanted you to know." 

She smiled and reached down to squeeze my hand. 

I picked a few titles that I probably wouldn't enjoy reading but thought would make me look smarter to her. I was more math centered, everything I did centered on economics, after all. But I wanted her to think I could be deep, too, like I knew she was under all that timidity and mystery. 

I got all seven books with my library card and received a white bag to carry them in. Because I was trying to be a gentlemen, I held the bag the entire time. Her books were bigger. And fucking heavy. 

When six o'clock rolled by, the two of us were sitting outside at a small restaurant downtown, drinking coffee and eating sandwiches. She wasn't a conversationalist, but I still enjoyed talking to her. In a way, she did talk a lot, when it was strictly just the two of us. Actually she never shut up. She just didn't use words. 

"So," I started. "Where'd you come from? What state?" 

She waited a moment before answering. 

"Kentucky, Tennessee, I moved around." 

"Which did you like better?" 

"Kentucky. Everyone knew everyone in my hometown." 

"Were you always so shy?" 

She made her face, which was impossible to describe except for her shy, I-don't-know face. 

Like she was shrugging, but with her eyes. 

I waited until the silence grew comfortable. 

"Do you still get nervous around me?" 

She played with her fork, answering my question. 

"That's okay. I get nervous around you, too." 

She looked up questioningly. 

"A different kind of nervous, though." 

She smiled near politely and looked down again. 

I continued with the casual questions, just making conversation. Sometimes she'd answer by blushing, or smiling, or fiddling with her food. She rarely answered with words. But that was okay. I was learning to read her. At six thirty I gave her the pill I had been keeping in a Ziploc bag in my pocket, and she wordlessly took it with her coffee, looking slightly distraught. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

She played with the hem of her skirt under the table. 

"Why do I...?" She took her bottom lip into her mouth. 

"Why do you what?" 

She shifted, waiting. 

"Why do I have to take the pill?" She asked, her voice quiet. 

I took a sip of coffee, contemplating my answer. 

I smiled and reached across the table to hold her hand. 

"Because I like it when you're aroused."

Her hand was a cold, like they always were when she was nervous. 

"But why?" 

"Well, for starters, you're self-control is amazing. It is incredibly impressive." 

Her eyes widened and she glanced around. No one was near us and if they were, they weren't listening. She didn't see it that way. 

She looked down, biting her lip. "But... What's actually in it?" She asked nervously. 

By then I knew she had figured it out. When she saw me hesitate, I saw a smile play on the corners of her mouth. 

"You little minx! You knew all along!" I accused. 

"Not all along, only for a week." 

I wanted to be upset, but I was, in a way, proud of her for figuring it out. 

"Why didn't you stop me sooner? You must think I'm such an idiot!" 

"I don't." She said, giggling. "But how long did you think it'd take for me to notice?" 

I was dumb struck, a stupid smile on my face. 

"It doesn't look like a regular sugar pill, I really thought I was being sly." 

She just shook her head. I resisted the urge to tell her why I was so happy. She knew she wasn't being drugged, and yet she was still always so wet for me. 

We were fine after that, talking about books and the weather and little things both of us liked. I hung on to her words, trying to memorize them, repeating them back in my head, enjoying the soft twang of her southern drawl. 

"When was the last time you've been penetrated? With more than a few fingers, I mean." I asked casually. 

She gave me an incredulous smile and was half laughing from shock. 

"I'm serious, answer me."

She was blushing, and giggling a bit apprehensively. She hated questions, and hated when I talked to her about fucking. So she really hated my demand, laid back or not, for her to answer. 

"A while. Six months maybe." 

My eyes widened. "Six months? You haven't been fucked in half a year?" 

She made her face again and tried to pull her hand away, which was burning by now. 

"Stop squeezing your legs together." I said without looking under the table, my voice more stern now as I slipped more firmly into my role as her master. 

She made a questioning face, and I nudged her legs apart with my foot. She complied. 

"I know talking about it gets you wet, and I want you to feel the breeze under your dress and know that that's the only relief you're going to get when it's not from me." 

I stroked the top of her hand with my thumb, soothing her with a smile. 

"Hey," I said softly, trying not to scare her. "I'm not that bad." 

Her knowing Mona Lisa smile was an answer within itself. 

When we got back home, I let her set her books down and even start reading one before I bothered her again. 

"Hey, Love," I leaned against her doorway. 

She smiled. 

"Do you want to come outside with me? You can bring a book if you want to read out there later, but it's going to be storming this next week and I've been wanting to show you the gardens before then." 

She didn't respond, but stood and laid her book on the seat by her window. 

She did love flowers. She looked at them the same way she looked at books. I felt better when I saw her smile at them. I had previously felt nearly guilty about her catching me in the lie that she was taking an aphrodisiac, but I knew she had lied this morning when she was telling me about how it was the pill that made her so horny. So I guess we were both hiding behind the façade of some kind of magical aphrodisiac. 

The garden was large, stretching around the back of the house, full of steps and well-kept vines. She took her time walking through it, holding on to my arm. There was now a slight breeze, and her skirt was starting to pick up, giving me little flashes of the upper part of her legs, which I've seen a million times, but it was sexier when she didn't know I was looking. 

"Freesia," She said as we stopped by a row of flowers growing in a large brick square about hip level to her. 

I had never matched the flower to the name before. They were white, with thick petals that still had dew on them from the April rain this morning. There was a bit of yellow closer to the center, the pale color of her dress. Feeling romantic, I plucked one and gave it to her. There were enough to spare. 

She smiled and put it behind her ear. This flower was bigger than the other, so it likely wouldn't fall out so easily. She plucked another one and put it behind my ear. 

I laughed, surprised. 

"I'm a man." I said. 

She raised her eyebrows cheekily. 

"Flowers go in the girl's hair." 

"You look nice with flowers." She said simply. "Now we match." 

I wasn't used to getting full sentences out of her. I wanted to reward her somehow. 

"We can bring some to your room later. I probably have a vase somewhere." I offered. 

She didn't respond. She didn't need to. 

As we walked through the garden, I felt like we had gone back in time. I wasn't some big shot CEO, stock manager, business producing asshole. I was a teenager, and I felt like one, too. When I was a teenager, I had always felt like an adult. Like everyone in my school was so stupid, slutty, or just immature. It wasn't that I was passed all that. I had just never gotten into it. But with Juliet, I almost felt like I was flirting. Even though she was a foot away, I was chasing her. And the chase was always my favorite part. She didn't play with words, though. She flirted with her actions. The almost audacious smile, subdued of course. The twirling of that long dark hair between her long pale fingers. The hiding behind her eyelashes and barely looking at me. The way she gently touched my arm. The clouds were already starting to roll back in, but with her, it was still sunny. 

I tried to stay on her level, sticking to the sly brushing of hands just to get a little contact, or holding her arm just to make sure she wouldn't trip on a broken stone. We were obvious, but I was determined to, for lack of a better word, woo her. She was playful now like she had been in the shower this morning, and I loved it when she was playful. And every time she would sink back into her shy shell, I would have an overwhelming need to bring it back. 

We finally reached a fountain that had been installed when the house was being built, and I had never really paid much attention to it until now. It was simple, two tiered and elegant, surrounded with different flowers. The groundskeepers must hate me for not taking notice in it before, they had kept it so pristine. 

"Darling," Juliet noted, her eyes bright and awed. 

At first I had thought she was calling me, and I was surprised, but then I realized that she was just using it as an adjective to describe the fountain because she never uses complete sentences. Either way it was sweet. 

As she admired it, I had immersed myself into the character of a normal fifteen year old boy who had always been scared of pretty girls, and right here, acknowledging my garden, was not a pretty girl, but a completely ethereal, angelic, gorgeous one. 

I counted to three, gathering my nerve, and pushed her hair back. She looked up at me, surprised but not scared. 

"Can I kiss you?" I asked. 

She smiled and lifted herself on her toes, brushing her lips to mine. I felt her plush, soft lips and sparks hit the back of my eyes. I carefully placed my hands on her waist, and she put hers on my shoulders. It was like we were dancing, softly and slowly. And then I felt the first drop of water hit my back. It was startling, but not unwelcome. She was smiling through the kiss, and I couldn't help to, either. 




My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 04



We didn't stop, trying not to laugh as we now sloppily pushed our mouths together, refusing to quit for minutes to come. 

The rain was pouring down now, beating us with a shower of sky that stung our faces and if anything, only brightened our smiles. 

"Are we really doing the cliché kissing in the rain thing right now?" I asked her over the wind. 

She laid her fingers on the inside of my forearm, and I already knew what she was suggesting. 

And I couldn't drag her to the house fast enough.



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 05



We were up against the wall by the screen door, soaking wet with our clothes sticking to our bodies and our hands unable to keep to ourselves. Our flirty, innocent, almost youthful kissing had grown hungrier, more frantic, with her kissing me with as much passion as I was her. It was easy, both of us smiling, her giggles sometimes escaping with a soft gasp as I would nearly pull her off her feet in an attempt to get her closer to me. And I could only chuckle an apology, which we both knew I didn't mean. 

And then our frantic kissing had progressed again, with her hands feeling my chest and her earlobe in my mouth. When I nibbled it, I felt her body react in just the way I knew it would. Her breathing quickened and she gave a small sigh. I felt her hand start to slowly move down my chest, to my abdomen, and when it didn't stop, I had to tear myself from her. 

"Bedroom." I said. 

She nodded as she followed me, racing up the stairs and surprisingly not slipping on the wet floors. 

We were animals, then, shoving and scratching and biting one another. It wasn't soft or loving like I thought it would be, not that I minded. Her mouth was hot and left the skin it touched burning. My hands were cupped over her breasts, feeling her through her dress and bra. Both of us were cold and wet, but neither was stopping. 

"You shouldn't keep wet clothes on." I said as I shoved her against the wall and sucked her neck. "You might get sick." 

She laughed, lacing a hand in my hair. I smiled back and glanced up at her eyes as I slightly stimulated the skin, moving closer to her ear, with my teeth. She gasped and her eyes fluttered shut, then started pulling at my shirt. 

Wordlessly, I grabbed the damp garment from behind my neck and yanked it off. I don't know how it happened, but suddenly my back was the one to the wall, and she was on her toes, kissing me while her small hands explored my chest and abdomen. 

We continued in this fashion, removing clothes and pushing each other around my bedroom, tasting, feeling in a different way, both of us switching from stupid, giddy laughter to serious passion. Her scent was intoxicating, her mouth was overwhelming. When we were both in our underwear, I threw her, then myself, onto the bed. After embarrassingly struggling for a while, I managed to unclasp her bra. She let it fall off her shoulders. 

Her breasts were different now that she actually wanted me to touch them. It was better. 

I rolled her nipples between my fingers as I adventured through the inside of her mouth. I felt her moan, even though I couldn't hear it. Her hand wandered to my crotch and started to rub me through my boxers. I was already hard, and her fingers were starting to grip me, sending sparks through my stomach. She pulled off my boxers, which I kicked somewhere far away, and I peeled off her panties, which she kicked somewhere far away. I barely had enough time to register that they were white and sheer. She looked sexy with them on, but sexier without them. 

I leaned back on the pillows and she leaned over to kiss me as she started to stroke my erect cock. I reached over and pulled one of her legs over my lap so that she was straddling me. I started to rub her little pussy, which was hot and wet. Our mouths never broke connection, and we could feel all of each other's reactions. I slipped a finger into her, and naturally she gripped one hand on my shoulder and the other around my dick. She was riding my hand, and she was so tight around that one finger that I was almost scared that I wouldn't fit inside her. When I stretched her with two fingers, she had to break the kiss. 

"Oh!" She cried, gripping my shoulder harder and making me smirk. 

Suddenly, I wrapped both arms around her back and flipped us so that she was lying down. 

"Do you want to-" I started, unable to help myself from asking. 

"Yes." She cut me off. 

I stroked the tip of my dick up and down her pussy, making her moan and buck her hip for more. With a finger on her clit, I slowly sunk in to her. 

She was tight. Inhumanely, impossibly tight. Almost painfully tight. 

She cried out, probably not from pain, and stars of pleasure burst behind my eyes. I waited a few seconds for her to catch her breath and adjust. It could just be from not being fucked for so long, but I couldn't believe how tight she was. I could feel her walls flutter, all of her heat wrapped around me. She was biting her lip so hard I thought it might bleed, trying to keep quiet as I thrust into her wet cunt. Both of her legs wrapped around my waist, and I felt her hips rise to meet my thrusts. Occasionally I would pull out almost completely, then thrust my nearly rock hard seven inches back into her. She would gasp or moan if I angled my hips differently. I learned that she liked it better when I sort of rolled my hips into hers, like rocking. 

I paired that with leaning in further to suck on her neck as I rolled my hips into hers, biting down the way I knew she wanted to. She was having trouble containing her moans. I reached a hand between us and rubbed her clit until she was arching her back. 

"Clark!" She suddenly called. 

I felt her walls clench down, squeezing my cock and even though I didn't want to yet, I came, too. 

I pulled her close and she moaned as I shot my seed into her, suddenly glad I had remembered to start her on birth control. She whimpered, still recovering from her orgasm when I pulled out. We both leaned back against the wall of pillows, she was under my arm, relaxed. Happy. Somewhat sedated. She was looking at me with those wide blue eyes like I was the greatest thing in the world, and that's a look I could get used to. 

"You called me Clark." I said, smiling. 

"Hmm?" She hummed, hazily smiling back. 

"You've never called me by my name before." 

She just grinned and laid a kiss on my neck. 

"I love you, Juliet." I said before I could stop myself. 

"I love you, too." 

My eyes widened and my jaw slackened. She was in a sort of euphoric state, not really paying much attention. But she said she loved me, and I wasn't going to correct her. The sound of her voice releasing that sentence was the best song I've ever heard. I held her tighter and wouldn't let go. 

"What's this from?" She asked me, tracing a small, white scar on my chest, near my shoulder. Her finger spread fire wherever it touched. 

"Middle school, always scraping myself up." 

"But what'd you do?" Her accent was a little stronger now, like she wasn't controlling it as much. I liked it. 

"Fell out of a tree. I was trying to find out if you could see into my window from the tree branch. You could." 

She kissed it, and I stroked her hair as she decided to settle into my chest and stay there for a while. 

"Did you say you loved me?" I asked, not sure if she was awake but still hung up on nearly twenty minutes ago. 

She was so silent that I thought she didn't hear me. 

"Thanks for today." She said, her voice slightly muffled. "And thanks for taking care of me. I like it here, with you." 

My chest warmed and I knew I must have had the dumbest smile on my face. She liked it here. With me. 

"I love you, Juliet." 

"I love you, Clark."



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 06



"Have you ever been spanked?" 

The question rung through the air. It had been a week since she said she loved me, and she hadn't said it since. I had been spending extra time at work to prepare for one of the company parties that I had to attend, and planned on dragging Juliet along, so that was also the last time we had sex, unless you'd count the times when she would blow me or jerk me off if she saw that the day had tired me out, or if I wanted to wake her up in the morning with my head between her legs. Those thoughts were distracting... 

I watched her grow visibly uncomfortable before she nodded. 

"Have you ever gotten a spanking?" She knew the difference. 

She shrugged. "When I was small." 

"Hand me your hairbrush." 

Wordlessly, obediently, probably not wanting to provoke me, she picked up the wooden hair brush and handed it to me. We sat on her bed as I idly brushed her hair, which I sometimes liked to do. It probably made her feel more like a child, but I really did love her hair. It cascaded down her shoulders in shining, clean, waves. And she was completely naked. 

"Get over my knee." I said. 

She tensed. "But what did I do wrong?" She knew how I sometimes liked to punish her for little things, just to punish her. She still thought there was something she could do about that. 

"Nothing." I said candidly. "Just bend over." 

Eventually I got her to lay right, and I knew she could feel my erection. She was tense and scared, her legs stiff and pressed tightly together. She looked beautiful like this, with her face bright red and her ass up in the air. 

When I didn't do anything for too long, I could feel her anticipation start to crack her. 

"Was I bad, sir?" She asked. 

"This isn't a punishment. Now stop talking or I'll gag you." 

I had only gagged her a few times before, and she didn't really mind it, but she didn't like it either, so she stopped. 

She was squirming in my lap, making me harder. In a way, it looked like she was presenting her ass to me. 

The first hit wasn't that hard, but it was unexpected and she jumped. A little mark was there, turning her creamy skin pink. The second one was harder. A lot harder. It whistled through the air and she yelped when it hit her. 

"Aw," I empathized as I rubbed where the skin was changing colors. "Did that hurt?" 

I knew how much she hated it when I talked to her like that. 

When she relaxed, I spanked her again, this time with my hand. 

"Answer when I ask you a question, Juliet. Did that hurt?" 

"Yes sir," She said, frustration noted in her voice. 

I would switch between using my hand and the hair brush, and sometimes I would massage the flesh a little so it didn't get too bad. 

After one particularly hard whack, I put the brush down and rubbed my hands over her until her breathing calmed down. She had her teeth gritted tightly and was trying not to cry. It might have been a bit too hard. But she had a high pain tolerance. 

Then, just for the hell of it, I slid my hand down further. 

"Holy shit, you're into this." I deadpanned, all stern in my voice gone. 

"I am not!" She said immediately. 

I rubbed her a bit harder. "Are you positive? It seems like you liked that." 

She hopped off of my lap. "No I didn't!" She said defensively. 

I raised an eyebrow. 

"Defiant, today?" I asked. 

She was blushing and awkwardly standing in front of me, self-consciously covering herself. She just shrugged. 

I shook my head. 

"Unbelievable," I teased. She looked relieved to know I wasn't really upset with her. "Come here," I motioned. 

She obeyed and sat on my lap. I held her around the waist and touched our foreheads together. 

"Was that fun?" I whispered, knowing she liked that better. 

"Are we done playing?" She asked. 

"Yes," 

"Then no, it was not fun." 

I chuckled, and I saw her hide a smile. I kissed her, smiling as I felt her lean into me. She was starting to really trust me. Like me, even. Or at least she liked kissing me, having sex when I wasn't tying her up. She just liked making me happy. I tightened my arms around her, pressing her into me. She was smiling and put her arms around my neck. We were holding each other. It was comforting. I liked it, but I wasn't in the mood for comfortable. 

I tapped her thigh. Wordlessly, only breaking the kiss for half a second, she brought her knee up and over my lap, straddling me. She sexily grabbed my tie, pulling me to her mouth. I couldn't help but laugh at that. 

"I like your shirt." She said a little breathlessly when she pulled away. 

"I was hoping you'd notice." 

It was the one I had lent her before we had sex for the first time. Her nimble fingers got to quickly removing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. I shrugged it off and threw it into a remote corner. As we kissed, my hand lazily moved between her legs. I smirked. She gently bit my bottom lip. My eyes shot open. That was hot, but unexpected. 

"Don't smirk at me." She warned. 

I laughed out loud. "You don't tell me what to do." 

She shut me up by kissing me again. Her mouth was sweet, like strawberries and vanilla at the same time, a strangely perfect combination. Her lips were soft, full, and plush, like little pink clouds pressing against my own lips. My face was probably scratching her, I hadn't had time to shave this morning, but she didn't mind. When I reached for her pussy again, she pulled away and kissed my neck, near the base of my throat. I closed my eyes as she gently sucked on the skin, but wouldn't leave a mark and claim me like I had her...all over her body. Her kisses traveled downward, each one sending a stronger spark of excitement through my stomach. She took her time unzipping my pants and pulling them down my legs, which I kicked off in a flash. She tentatively touched me through my boxers before holding the elastic and pulling them down, too. 

"May I-" She started innocently, knowing I was dying. 

"Yes." 

She gently kissed it, and I wanted to strangle her for being too soft, too slow when she knew what I needed. Then I realized that I do that to her most of the day, every day. She must think I'm such an asshole... She gained a normal pace when she took me into her burning hot mouth and started sucking, placing one hand on my thigh and gripping the other one around the base of my cock. I grit my teeth as I held her by the back of her head, guiding her as she once again gave me the best head I had ever gotten. When I felt myself reaching the edge, I pulled her head back. 

"Get up here." I needed to fuck her. I leaned against the headboard so I was sitting down. 

"Ride me." 

I knew she had never done that before, so I put her legs over me the way they needed to be and positioned my cock into her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating off of it. 

"Whenever you're ready." I breathed, pathetically trying to be sexy. 

She placed her tiny, soft hands on my chest and slowly lowered her body, impaling herself with my cock until she was sitting on my lap again. We both moaned at the sensation. I pulled her up by her waist and pushed her down again. She took the hint and picked up the pace, rocking her hips onto mine in circular motions, grinding on my body to take me in deeper. When I felt myself getting close, which was too soon for my own pride, I took one of her breasts into my mouth and reached my hand between us to play with her clit. I felt her pussy squeeze my cock even tighter when I did that, which really wasn't helping. Without pulling out of her, I grabbed her around the waist and flipped us over so that she was lying down and I could thrust into her. 

"Fucking cum," I growled, rolling her clit with my fingers and pinching her nipple with my other hand. 

"Ah," She cried, arching her back. "Clark!" She gasped. 

The second I felt her tighten again, I lost control, too, and with a grunt, I shot my seed deep into her. She shouted my name once more, and I honestly felt like I was a champion again in one of my old high school football games. 

We lay together, our bodies entangled like a rope, as we caught our breath for a good ten minutes. 

"I changed my mind." She murmured against my chest, lost in that post-orgasm-daze she always found. 

"About what?" I asked. 

"Your smirk. I think I like it." 

"I'll add it to the list." 

"List?" She questioned. 

"Of things you like." 

"What's that?" 

I smiled and kissed her for a few seconds. 

"Libraries, freesia, whispering," I moved my mouth closer to her ear. "My smirk, my shirt, biting." I playfully nipped at her ear lobe. She blushed girlishly. 

I smirked. "Yeah, you really do love biting. What else do you like?" 

She hummed and looked up at me, smiling blissfully. 

"You," She sighed happily. 

"You like me?" I questioned. 

She hummed again and covered our heads with the sheet. It was dark now, but I could still see her. 

"What do you like?" She asked curiously. 

She was adorable like this, playfully glancing up at me as she lie naked against my chest. She was so curious, innocent, like a kitten. 

"I like everything you like." I said. 

She made a face at me. 

"Okay," I smiled, allowing myself to be even more of a pathetic, romantic, sap. "I like tee shirts, grey ones. I only get to wear them when I'm around you. I like motorcycles, and really pretentious classical music. And when I'm not listening to that, I'm listening to even more pretentious indie rock. The kind that thirteen year olds listen to when they're rebelling against their parents." 

Her eyes twinkled. "Do you like pianos?" 

"Yeah, actually. I have a baby grand downstairs in one of the parlors." 

I didn't think her eyes could get any brighter. "May I play it one day?" 

"You play piano?" 

"Since I was little." 

"Well, then, you'll have to play it for me one day." 

I saw her dim a little at my word choice. 

"Tomorrow morning, when we wake up." I corrected myself. She didn't like it when I made plans vaguely like that, even loose, small ones. 

She yawned and leaned into my arms, settling her head into the crook of my neck. 

"Tell me more things you like." She said sleepily. 

I rubbed her back as I answered. Sometimes she would kiss my neck, or suck on it a bit when I caught on a word. It was oddly sexy. 

"I like freckles. My mother always said they were little angel kisses, and the more you had, the more angelic you were." 

She giggled and moved up higher to kiss my cheek. 

"And I like blue eyes, especially when it's storming and they turn grey. I like dark hair, when it's clean and smells sweet." I inhaled and she kissed my jawline. 

"All these kisses..." I mused. "You're being very seductive." 

She nuzzled into me, wanting me to hold her tighter. I gladly obliged. 

"I just...really like you." She said, tracing little patterns on my arm with her finger. 

I yawned. "What are you drawing?" I asked, not really paying attention. 

She just looked up and smiled sweetly, then kissed me on the lips. 

We lay there for a while, kissing comfortably. Her mouth was sweet, and always had an immediate effect. It was so calming, all of a sudden, to know that someone was there, and that someone really wanted me. That used to only be when I knew she meant it. But most of the time, now, I knew she meant it. And that was so hot. So excited, which, in fact, had the opposite effect of calming me down. Honestly, it was just conflicting. I didn't just love it. I craved it. 

When she got too tired, we had repositioned ourselves so that her back was pressed to me, with my hand cupped softly under her breast and her ass pushing against my groin. I loved her in a way I had never been able to love anyone else. And I knew she was just only starting to like me, but I had already attached myself to her in a way no one else could. She wasn't just some pet I had. She was real, and I loved her. I couldn't get that to sink in all the way. And I loved that, too. 

There was a small event tomorrow, a company party that I was more or less required to go to. And I was going to have to bring her. I knew she was dreading that, and I was trying my best to make it better for her. 

"I'll be home all day tomorrow." I whispered, taking a break from the sweet nothings I had previously been whispering in her ear. "Let's spend the day together. Nothing intense. We can do anything you want." 

I couldn't see her face, but I was learning to read the way her body shifted. 

"Sounds romantic," She whispered back. 

"Do you want it to be?" I asked, and I could hear my smile in my voice before I even realized I was smiling. 

She was silent for a little while, then turned so that we were facing each other, still on our sides. I smiled down at her, and she pecked a kiss on my jawline. 

"Yes." 

I smiled and kissed the top of her hair. Tomorrow would be all about her. I'd spend the whole day making her happy, to show her how much I really loved her. In that way, I was her slave, too.



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 07



She was completely spent from the night before, lying on her back, a relaxed look spread across her delicate features. I didn't want her to be snapped out of this haze when I woke her up. She was still naked, her legs naturally spread. I could see her bare, pink pussy. Unable to stop myself, I kissed it. Then, careful not to wake her, I spread her legs further and gently kissed the inside of her thigh, never taking my eyes off of her face. I slowly moved my kisses up higher. I eventually gave her one soft, slow, long lick right down her slit with the tip of my tongue. She whimpered in her sleep, causing me to smile. I teasingly continued to lick at her, enjoying how easily I could get her wet. I kissed her, right over the hole but not inside it. I used my mouth to gingerly caress her most intimate, sensitive places. 

She was starting to moan, and I learned that she actually did moan a lot, they were just so soft and a little high pitched. She must have been hiding them earlier. 

I parted her lips with my thumb, spreading them further. I gave her clit a series of quick, soft kisses. She was just barely humping my face, craving more. Her clit was swollen, and when I gave it one, hard suck, she moaned out loud and I felt it swell even more as I pulled it into my mouth. I really did love to torture that small bundle of nerves, as I always knew how to find it. Her pink lips were puffy and glistening with her own juices. I continued to suck her clit for a while as I watched her breathing change, starting to wake up. I gave it one soft, experimental bite. She cried out so loudly that she woke herself. I lightly circled her clit with my tongue, occasionally dipping down giving her one, firm lick with the flat of my tongue. I didn't increase in speed or intensity, just continued to do this until her eyes were open, and she was watching me, half asleep. 

"Morning, little girl," I said into her cunt, making sure she could feel the vibrations. 

She whined back at me, reaching her hand down and resting her fingers in my messy hair. 

I blew cool air over her adorable little petals as I stroked them with my thumb. I was stimulating her entire body this way, enough to make her hot and miserable, but not enough to make her cum. I felt her fingers tighten, tangling themselves in my hair, and she pulled my head to her pussy, humping my face. I grinned and began to suck at her cunt, biting it softly, letting her be slowly brought to an orgasm, and keeping her right on the edge. I knew how much more she needed. She was just so cute when she was like this, so needy and dependent on me. 

"Clark..." She begged. "Please," 

"Please, what?" I teased, using my teeth to play with her clit. 

She moaned. 

"Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." I taunted from between her legs. 

"Eat me." She said, sleeping removing her hesitation. "Clark, please." 

I obliged, eagerly tongue fucking her and rubbing her clit in circular motions with my fingers. She was grinding against me, crying out with need. 

"Cum," I said into her, and she cried out...and couldn't stop. I felt her climax and lapped up all the sweet juices that ran from her. 

She was out of breath when I climbed out from between her thighs. She kissed me, hard and wanting. I ravaged her mouth, letting her taste the evidence of what I did to her. 

"Can you taste yourself?" I whispered. 

She nodded and hungrily kissed me again. 

We showered together, and she grew shy again as she tried to cover herself with her arms. 

"Why do you always do that?" I asked. 

She looked up at me innocently. 

"You just begged me to make you cum, and now you're embarrassed for me to see you." 

She turned her head away, and I took her wrists and lowered them to her sides. She blushed as I unabashedly drank in her body with my eyes. 

"See?" I said. "It's just me. You don't have to be modest." 

I kissed her, only because I wanted to make sure she was still real. Sometimes, since she never talks, it's like she disappears. Then, just like the water, the kissing got steamier. It was messy, though you couldn't tell because we were both wet. She kissed me back like an expert, and gasped when I lowered my head more to suck on her neck, surely leaving another mark. I lowered my hand to her mound and casually pet it. 

"Piano," She said, pushing me back slightly. "You said you had one yesterday." 

"What?" I asked, dazed. "Yeah, downstairs. Did you still want to see it?" 

She nodded. 

"Okay, we'll go downstairs after this." 

She then proceeded to blow me in appreciation. She was very strange, but I wasn't complaining. 

Both of us in our underwear and t shirts, we headed downstairs and I lead her to a part of the house she had never been to before. Her eyes were forever wide, taking in every painting or vase of flowers on a table. I was lucky that my sister hired decorators, otherwise most of the estate would be bare. 

"Should I close my eyes?" She asked anxiously. 

I shook my head. "I trust you." 

She tentatively reached out and held my hand. I kissed her hand. 

When we reached that one room, with the piano placed tastefully in the middle, her mood visibly improved. 

"Do you play?" She asked. 

I shrugged. "Not really. It's just a family thing to have an expensive piano in your house." 

"It's beautiful..." She mused, lost in thought. 

I motioned to the seat. "Go on." 

I realized that she must have been uncomfortable with me standing directly behind her, so I pulled a chair over and sat next to her, but far enough so that she could reach every key, if she needed to. 

"I'm out of practice." She said. "I haven't played in a year." 

"That's okay." I said. "I want to hear what you sound like. And it's not like I could play any better." 

Her left hand started to move, starting on a low C sharp. The piano was a little out of tune, but that made it sound a little more real. Seamlessly, she brought it to an F natural an octave higher, and those are honestly the only names of the notes I could remember, because after that, I was lost. It was a slow, melodic song that I surely heard before somewhere. It wasn't even that it was an insanely difficult piece of music. It was just that she played with such beautiful emotion, her hands delicately caressing the keys. But she didn't play carefully. There was nothing careful about it. It was organic, and sound poured from the open lid of the piano as she stretched her hands in ways I didn't know she could. I fell in love with her, then, in a way I never thought I could love anyone. 

I first fell in love with her appearance, to be completely honest. When I saw that small, delicate frame paired with surely the sweetest face known to mankind, I knew I could never love anyone else but her. I then fell in love with her personality. She was so shy, and I was starting to doubt I would ever completely figure her out. But that's part of what I liked about her. I loved her mystery. I loved her grace. I fell in love with her scent, then her taste. And I thought I had fallen in love with her sound when I had heard her voice. But I hadn't, because nothing could compare to the slightly out of tune, but perfect music that soared through the air in invisible, transverse waves. 

"Consolation No. 3" She said when she drew her hands back down to her thighs. 

"Franz Liszt." I swallowed. "One of my favorites." 

She smiled nervously. "Mine, too." 

I smiled at her and brushed her hair behind her shoulder. 

"That was beautiful... Play more." 

And she gladly did. A rondo that I didn't recognize, a nocturne, and moonlight sonata. 

"Do you learn by ear?" I asked, the first words spoken in about twenty minutes. 

"I can, but I learned all these with sheets." 

"We'll get some next time we go stay in town." I said. 

She smiled, then got up, pushed her chair in, and walked over to mine. She sat sideways onto my lap and tucked her head under my chin. I moved my arms to hold her. 

"What's tonight going to be like?" She asked in a small voice. 

"One of my brothers is going to be there." I said evenly. 

"Does he know?" 

"None of my family knows anything about my lifestyle, and I'm keeping it that way. He knows I have a girlfriend, but I haven't told him anything else about you." 

"Girlfriend..." She mused. 

"What?" I asked. 

"When did I become your girlfriend?" She giggled and looked up at me. 

"When I bought you from a slave dealership." 

"That made me your slave. Being your girlfriend has to be consensual." 

I smiled down at her, and I had butterflies in my stomach, like I was in middle school or something. 

"Okay, then, Juliet. Will you be my girlfriend?" 

She placed a chaste kiss on my jaw. 

"Yes." 

I chuckled and picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck, and I carried her to the couch. 

We made out like teenagers. Her lips left fire trailing across mine, and we were both content with just kissing for a long time. I learned that I didn't always need to have sex with her to be with her. I just needed to have her around. 

***

She had curled her hair and pinned it in a way I could only describe as a princess. She was wearing makeup, although she didn't cover her freckles. I would have wiped it off anyways. It was only on her eyes, and it made the blue stand out even more. And she was wearing heels. Not too high, but still made her a fair bit taller. I was only about a head taller than her when we were both standing. She was wearing a short blue dress that was just...pretty. I am so clueless when it comes to anything about fashion, but she really did look pretty. And I was a little proud to show her off. 

She stared out the window of the car, intentionally preventing herself from being nervous. 

I rested a hand on her knee. 

"About ten minutes until we're there." 

She glanced up at me, then back down. 

"What's the matter?" I asked. 

"This is a drinking thing, right?" She questioned softly. 

"It's a cocktail party, not a drinking thing." 

She stayed silent and shifted away from me. 

"What?" I asked again, trying to gently coax her out of her shell. 

"Well..." She started after a while. "I'm technically not able to drink yet." 

I blinked. 

When I was four years old, she was just a baby. I had put that much together. But I had forgotten that only two years ago, I had been given the privilege to drink. And she was still a teenager. 

"Well, shit." I said, shaking my head. "They won't card you or anything. I'll be with you the whole time." 

"But I still can't drink. That's illegal." 

I looked over at her, confused, when I saw that she was smiling. She was making a joke. 

I laughed. "Jesus Christ, Love." 

As we walked into the hotel, the sun was setting, and she looked longingly at the sky. 

"It'll be over before you know it." I said. "Just try to have fun." 

"Please don't leave me." She said, looking up at me with her wide, doe eyes. 

"I'll try not to." 

"Try?" She questioned. 

"I won't be able to stick to your side the entire night." I sighed. "You'll probably end up talking with a group of girls from the office. But they're all nice." 

"I can't talk with them." She said softly. "I have nothing to talk about." 

"Nothing?" I said. 

"I know nothing about the world." 

Okay, I honestly hadn't thought of that. The fact that she had basically no knowledge current events had slipped my mind. 

"Well, you know a lot about books, and music, I'm guessing. Just don't say anything too controversial and you'll be fine. Either way, I'll try to stay with you." I promised. 

She was visibly anxious, and I held her hand as we walked through the door. 

Being the employer of everyone in the room, I always knew that I made a presence. I greeted people as I walked through. I made several introductions of Juliet, and she gave several shy smiles. 

"This is my girlfriend, Juliet." I told one of my chief execs, a man in his mid-thirties. He was a friend of mine. We had gone out for drinks before in a group, and oddly they never found my age to be strange. For the most part, I had been acting forty years old since I was fifteen. 

He reached out his hand to her, and she delicately shook it. 

"I'm Scott." He said friendlily. 

"Nice to meet you." She said politely, but quietly. 

I reached my arm around her waist. 

"She's a little shy." I explained. 

"Ah, that's okay." He said. "Well, congratulations, Clark." 

"For what?" I asked, although I already knew what was coming. 

"For proving that you are actually a straight male, and all of us thought you were lying." He glanced at Juliet. "He's not lying, is he?" 

She giggled and shook her head. 

Scott and I talked a bit about shareholders and the economy, and I could tell that Juliet was listening avidly. Any chance she could get to learn new information, she would take. In retrospect, that could have been dangerous. But she was learning to love me. 

With a clap on my shoulder, Scott left us to go find his wife. 

"Come on," I lead her more towards the middle of the room. "Let's go find my idiot brother."

She nodded and followed me, looking slightly dazed. 

"I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you." She said quietly, nervously holding onto my arm. "I'm probably not what people were expecting." 

"You're really not." I told her honestly. "Half the people here probably thought I was gay or awkward, and the other half thought when I did get a girl, it would be one of the snotty model types who only wanted my money. But I they like you, trust me. You're not embarrassing me. And I love your voice. I love when you at least try to talk to people." I tried to comfort her, knowing a thousand different thoughts were probably running through her head. 

"I can't talk to people." She bit her lip. "I can barely talk to you." 

"But you do." I reminded her. "And I love you for that." 

She smiled up at me, and I pecked her on the lips. 

"I love you." I told her. 

She took a second to reply. "I love you, too." 

It didn't take long after that to find my brother, arm and arm with his fiancée, who was exactly the snotty model type that only wanted him for his money. Big chest, small waist, long legs. She was tall, only a little shorter than me. She had recently cut her platinum blonde hair to right below her chin, and since then has spent all her time complaining about how much she hates it and how hard she's trying to grow it out. Tyler was my oldest brother, he and his fiancée both twenty nine. 

"Clark!" Tyler called, hugging and clapping me on the back. 

I grinned. "What's up, man?" 

He pulled away and comically gawked at Juliet. 

"Holy fucking shit, she's real." He joked. "Are you okay?" He asked her. "Is he keeping you against your will?" 

We both laughed a little too hard at that. 

"Well, she's real." I assured him. "This is Juliet." 

"I'm Tyler, the cool brother." He took her hand and kissed it. His fiancée rolled her eyes. 

She was blushing furiously and looked away. 

"I'm Gabby." My brother's fiancée introduced herself. 

Juliet offered a smile back. 

"Oh, hell," Gabby pulled her into a hug. I couldn't help but chuckle at Juliet's face. "We're just so glad he's not gay." 

"Why does everyone think I'm gay?" I asked. "When have I ever acted gay?" 

"Not gay." Tyler explained. "Just asexual." 

"Well I'm not." 

"I can see that, little brother."

Eventually, more people gathered, and the men and women sort of split in their conversations. I was less than a few meters away from her, but honestly, she was on her own. And the way she had to fend the rest of the girls off was amusing. I couldn't pay much attention to my own discussion about the company's lack of a gross of affirmative action in comparison to competitors'. 

"So, what's he like?" A woman from the front desk asked her. "I feel like he'd be a bit domineering." 

"Really?" Gabby questioned. "I kind of thought he'd be directly in the middle. Nothing off about him...besides all the money. What is he like?" 

Juliet glanced away. "He's nice." 

They all laughed, not used to her shyness. I smiled to myself. I'm nice. 

"What do you do together?" Gabby asked her. 

"We haven't been together very long." Juliet answered quietly. "We go on walks, and go to the library, and he picks me flowers sometimes." 

The girls all cooed. 

"That's so sweet! I wish my husband picked me flowers." One of them said. 

"Never pegged him for the romantic type." Victoria, an older woman around sixty five, said. "You're just so sweet. He doesn't take advantage of you, does he?" She teased. 

Juliet shook her head, smiling timidly. 

"How old are you, anyways?" Gabby asked. "You look so little." 

"Twenty one," She lied effortlessly. 

"Really? You look like a teenager! God, I wish I could look like that." 

Then everyone turned their attention to her to tell her how pretty they thought she was. That was the way that group worked. 

We eventually found our way out, able to skip out on drinking because I had to drive home, and no one would force such a childlike young girl to drink. 

As we walked to the car, I wrapped my arm around her. 

"You were great. Really great, Love." 

She beamed. "Thank you." 

"Did you have fun?" I asked. 

"I had fun watching people tease you, and at the same time tell you how wonderful you are. It was strange." 

"They only do that because I'm their boss." I opened her car door for her. 

As we sat in the car, music playing softly. I told her my plans for the next day. She pouted and stared out the window, but didn't object to me. 

I really did love her.



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 08



She hated me so much. 

Her forehead was wet with sweat, her nipples hard and her cunt dripping. It was erotic, the way she was rocking her hips, trying to get me to touch her. My bedroom was hotter than I usually kept it, but she was burning for other reasons. She grit her teeth to keep from moaning. Her eyes were squeezed shut, probably so she wouldn't have to look at me. I liked it when she was submissive, but I liked her like this, too. Defiant, but at the same time, too horny to do anything but take what I give her. That humiliated her. It was quite a detrimental cycle...for her. 

I had been doing a bit of sensation play, with feathers, a small leather flogger, and now, ice. I dipped the cool block between her breasts, over her nipples. She squealed and tried to get away, as they were painfully hard now. I let the water drip onto them before I took one in my mouth, warming it and teasing it with my tongue while the other one was left untouched and freezing. She tensed as I slowly trailed it down her abdomen. When I reached her mound, she tried to jerk away, her eyes wide with fear. Of course, being tied spread eagle to my bed, she didn't move much. 

Even slower, I let it travel until it reached the top of her slit. I kept it there for a while, letting her fully realize how much trouble she was in. 

"Please!" She thrashed. "No, don't!" 

She was moving too much for me to work properly, so I had to take new cords and tie her down by her thighs. I didn't waste any time, and in my haste, I may have tied her a little too tightly. Either way, she was now effectively spread open, and there was nothing she could do but wait it out. 

I dripped some of the water down the side of one of her lips, and she moaned with lust and despair. I licked it up before it could even touch the bed. I carefully moved the ice cube to her center, and lightly moved it up and down her slit. She gasped and struggled, simultaneously trying to thrust her hips forward for the contact and pull away from the cold. I pressed it on her clit until she was squealing and shouting for me to stop. As I did this, I pumped a finger into her, feeling how tight she was clenching down and how wet she really was. I smiled, an evil idea in my mind. Gingerly, I lined the ice cube into her hole. The anticipation, I learned, actually terrified her. 

"No, please don't!" She cried. "Master, please!" 

I shushed her. 

"It's okay, Love. Calm down." I said soothingly. 

I locked eyes with her, mine calm, hers horrified, as I slowly pushed the ice cube into her pussy. 

She hated me so much. 

Letting the ice cube slip and stay inside her hot, wet, hole, I circled her cold clit with my tongue. She was mewling the cutest little noises. I pleasured her like I knew she wanted me to the entire time we had been playing, only instead of my fingers, tongue, or cock filling her pussy, it was an ice cube. It wasn't too big, and it melted within a minute or two, though I'm sure it seemed like much longer time to her. When it was melted, I fucked her a bit more with my tongue, making sure to warm her up again. I didn't stop until she was moaning. 

"See? I'm not that bad." I told her. 

"Sir..." She trailed off. 

I lightly brushed my mouth over her cunt, letting her feel my lips against hers. 

"Please, turn it off." She begged me, although her voice was almost silent. 

I just smiled at her. "Do you want to come for me?" I asked, teasing her with light touches of my thumb. 

"Not on camera." 

"If I turn it off, you don't get to come." 

She started to whine with frustration as she tried to grind against my hand. It was musical. 

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" 

She nodded, and so I picked up a remote on the bed and turned it off. When she heard the click, she calmed down a bit. 

I was planning on showing a clip of her to a friend of mine, and she knew this. I wasn't lying when I told her that, and I didn't set the camera up just to scare her. It was on, and though I would never let it be shown to anyone I didn't want it to be shown to, he was going to watch it. I was planning on inviting him over one day to see her. It's not that I wanted to share her. This wouldn't be sharing, everyone would know that she's mine. It's just that because she's mine, I can do whatever I want with her. And I wanted to embarrass her. It was sadistic, but I wanted to take advantage of her shyness, because she was just so cute when she was uncomfortable. And that's something I got off on. 

I kept her tied until her breathing evened out a bit more. When I did release her bonds, she curled into herself, trying not to look at me but not wanting to ask permission to leave. She thought I would've said no. I motioned over, and she begrudgingly let me hold her in my lap. I knew it made her feel safer, but she was mad at me. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked into my chest. "What did I do?" 

"You didn't do anything." I told her as I stroked her soft, clean hair. "You've been so perfect. But you're so shy. And you get embarrassed so easily. I love that about you. And you know I can be a sadist. I like seeing you like that, so uncomfortable and distraught." 

"Why?" She sighed, sounding like she was holding back tears. 

"Because it's cute." 

She took a shuddery breath, and she was shaking a little. I soothed her, whispering to make her feel better. 

"Love, don't be so sad. You might like it. And I'll never put you in any danger, you know that." 

"Please," She attempted hopelessly. "I just want to be yours, please don't show me to anyone else. Please, sir."

"Oh, but I'm not just going to show him. I'm going to let him in, and I'm going to let him touch you and play with you. It's okay, though. He's a nice guy." 

"Does he...have..."

"Yeah," I answered. "He has three, I think. None are like you." 

"How?" 

"Because I love you. I care about you in ways a lot of people don't care about anyone. Don't be so serious. It's just fun. Don't try to argue with me about this." 

"Master... But what if..." 

"What if what?" I asked gently. 

"Am I good at it?" 

"Good at what?" 

"You know...being yours." 

"Being my slave?" 

She nodded into my chest, shy once more. 

"You're perfect." 

"But other masters wouldn't think so." 

"You've been through a few?" 

"Never for more than a few days. But almost fifteen." 

"Well I don't care about what anyone else thinks about you. And you're not going to be his slave. You're still going to be mine. You'll always be mine and I'll always love you." 

She looked up at me, and I swear that even though she was pouting, her eyes somehow smiled.



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 09



Finn Hudson was just another cooperate major. Or, at least, the son of one. His dad used to be my boss before I split off, amicably, from the company. Back then I was a twenty year old with big dreams and he was a college student, a few years older than I, that never washed his overgrown blonde hair and only wore gym shorts and wife beaters. Since then, he changed drastically. His hair was now shorter, still shaggy, but just like everything else in his life, he kept it under control. He was the one that the girls in the office drooled over, but like myself, everyone questioned his sexuality because he was never with a girlfriend. That was only because he was active in the slave trade. He spent a lot of money to secure his secret and kept the trade working as flawlessly as it was. And while he rarely found interest in any girls, he managed to find a couple slaves to keep him busy. He lets them live their own lives, with their own jobs and such, but they all live in his house. They all belong to him. It's a risk to let them out of the house every day, with their own friends. But somehow he manages to keep them all. That's the kind of control I wanted to learn. I knew Juliet would never run away from me. I wasn't worried that she wasn't scared of me, it was just her personality. Either way, I didn't want any outs. 

We were sitting in his car, watching Juliet writhe on a laptop. This could have been considered homosexual based on the fact that we were basically watching porn together. But it wasn't actually arousing. It was more casual, like we were watching a game. I had a weird relationship with my best friend. But it worked. 

"Damn," He remarked as Juliet tried her hardest not to whine. "She's something." 

"I know." I grinned. "She hates begging." 

"She really is shy. How long has she been living with you?" 

"Almost two months now." 

"And she's still hiding?" 

"It's just how she is." 

"And you're really willing to share her with me?" 

"It's not sharing. She just gets embarrassed so easily. It's really cute, you'll see. I want to see her react to this." 

He looked up at me and matched my crooked grin. "Jesus Christ, we haven't done this in a while." 

"Not since Lou's Valentine's Day party." 

"That long? Well it's been a few months. I'm not sure if I can still dominate around other people." 

"You're so full of shit." 

He laughed. "Alright, let's go." 

...

"Juliet, I'm home." I said as I walked with Finn down the corridor to the play room he had helped me set up a few months ago. 

When I opened the door, she was obediently kneeling in the center of the floor. Like always, she was breath taking, her beautiful blue eyes pointed at the floor and her long, shining dark hair flowing down her back. She was in her most revealing underwear, just as I told her to be in. A tiny strapless bra with lace on the bottom. It left little to the imagination. And a sheer lace thong. 

"This is my friend, Finn." I introduced him. 

She cautiously looked up at him. He smiled at her, but she shifted away under his gaze, embarrassed by her near nakedness. 

"Hey there," He said casually, his hands in his pockets. 

She blushed and glanced back down in response. 

"Did you edge yourself today?" I asked. I had instructed her to edge five times throughout the day, another ten an hour before I was expected to be home, and one exactly three minutes away. I told her she'd have to do that one through her panties and was only allowed to rub over her clit, wanting to make her worry that she wouldn't be able to finish and we'd walk in on her. Sadly, we didn't. 

She nodded. 

"Spread your legs." 

She stood on her knees, her legs spread. I nodded to Finn, and he wordlessly crouched down and stroked the area between her legs. Her blush deepened and she tried to turn away without moving. 

"Did she?" I asked. 

He held up his wet fingers as evidence before placing them in her mouth. He did it casually, and I knew that must have been nothing for him, but she wasn't expecting it. She looked up at him, wide eyed and embarrassed but also a little curious as she sucked on his fingers. 

"Good girl." I knew she was relieved. She was always afraid of doing something wrong. 

I smiled at her, trying to calm her down, as I crouched next to her. 

"Nervous?" I asked. 

She didn't look at me, so I tilted her chin up and chastely kissed her. 

"You'll be fine." 

I let her stand, sinking back into my master role as I looked over her body. 

"Take your clothes off." I ordered. 

She blushed and bit her lip, shifting on her feet. 

"If you don't do it, I'll have to punish you." I warned. 

She still didn't make any movements and glanced at the door, looking slightly like a trapped animal. 

"Juliet." 

She snapped out of the daze and started moving, slowly to stall time. With one hand she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, covering herself with her arm. With her other hand, she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, offering a brief flash of her pussy before she covered that, too. 

She stood before us, humiliated and scared. I raised my brow at her, and with her face bright red and her eyes cast downwards, she shamefully moved her arms away. 

"Beautiful," Finn noted, walking towards her. He reached his hand out and rubbed his thumb over her mound. She bit her lip, still sensitive from the edging. She was obviously aroused, with her nipples hard and her pussy visibly wet. 

"A little disobedient, though. That's okay, nothing you can't fix." He winked at her, and I saw fear rise into her eyes. He continued to play at her sensitive skin. "Is she always bare?" 

"She waxes." I responded. 

He nodded. "I like it." 

He looked at her. "You really are beautiful." 

"Thank you, sir." She said meekly, moving to cover herself self-consciously again. I was proud of her for saying it without being told. 

"Ah, so she speaks..." He mused as he absent mindedly pushed her hair behind her ear and tilted her face upwards. At first she must have thought he was going to kiss her, because she immediately tensed and her eyes widened, but relaxed when she realized he was just examining her face. He looked back at me when he was finished, ready to start playing with her. 

"Alright, Juliet," I said, starting to get excited. "Are you ready?" 

She pouted a bit, and I laughed. 

Finn and I had planned out what we were going to do. We didn't tell her, but thought it was fair to show her how she was going to be restrained. 

"Have you ever done suspension?" I asked, motioning her over to me. 

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. She stayed, her bare feet planted to the floor. 

"Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. We've both done it before and we'll stop if it looks like you're actually hurting. You're not going to be gagged or anything, so you can tell us if you really need to stop. Now come here." 

She glanced at the door again, and I could see her mind working. 

"Are you really going to make this difficult for yourself?" I asked. 

Reluctantly, she traveled towards me. She was shaking. 

I attached a spreader bar between her ankles while Finn tied her wrists with the ropes hooked to the ceiling. Her pussy was still soaked, and I grinned. This was not going to be fun for her. Once she was tied up, her toes barely brushing the floor, Finn pulled out the blindfold. She tried to fight against it, but he easily subdued her with an almost cruel twist of her nipple, causing her to yelp. Next I placed ear plugs in her ears, canceling out all noise. It was actually just so I could talk freely about her without somehow hurting her feelings, but by the time we were done, she was successfully blind, deaf, and unable to move. 

I tied a rope to a vibrator that acted like a dildo. I hooked that rope around her waist. It went behind her ass and I pressed it so that it was rubbing a bit roughly against her poor, aching clit. She moaned when the vibrator entered her, but I stopped it when there were two inches left sticking out of her cunt. I tied it in place there so it stilled inside of her. Finn and I pulled foldable chairs out of the closet and sat down in front of her, sharing a beer while we watched her madness unfold. 

She couldn't ignore it. The rope against her clit and the vibrator in her pussy, but not all the way in and not moving at all, was too much for her to handle. She was already so aroused, the teasing was really torturing her. She tried in vain to close her legs and buck her hips, but nothing would move for her. She mewled, frustrated. Finn and I passed the remote to the vibrator to each other, having fun changing the speed. We never let it go over five seconds, and it was like watching her world fall apart. Eventually we quit and were just content to let her stay there, entertaining us with her little whines and quiet moans. 

"You're right, she is cute when she's horny." Finn stated. 

"She doesn't even know if we're watching her or not and she's still trying to hold in her moans." I said, smiling as I shook my head. 

"I like shy. God knows my girls are slutty as fuck. But yours is a nice change of pace, if you're into it. Pretty hot, too. Is she tight?" 

I almost laughed. "You have no fucking idea." 

And you never will. 

"I'm going to be honest with you, man. I never thought you'd get one. I thought you would just take her home for a night, do something probably disgusting, and ship her back in the morning. But you kept her for this long." 

"She's not like the other ones. She's a hell of a lot younger, to start off. And she's skinnier and has better skin than a lot of them. Plus her eyes..." 

"Really blue." 

"Yeah, really blue. She's not just my slave, I love her." 

"I can tell." He nodded. "She loves you, too. In a weird way." 

"Believe it or not, she actually likes being my slave. She just wants to please people."

"I like that in a girl." 

I snorted. "Of course you do." 

"You know, if she wasn't yours, I'd have to steal her for a while." 

I laughed. "You couldn't handle her." 

"What?" He asked. "You think she can kick my ass?" 

"No, I mean you literally can't handle her. She's really...fragile." 

"Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. When I was tying her up I was afraid I'd snap her wrists." 

"It's nice though. If you tell anyone this I'll break your neck, but it's the best feeling to wake up in the morning with her sleeping on my chest. Like she trusts me more when she's asleep than she does when she's awake, but she trusts me." 

"Well, you're lucky you've found her." 

He was cut off by a particularly loud cry from her. I had accidently pressed one of the buttons on the remote. We both looked at each other, grinning wickedly. 

"Are you going to let her come?" He asked. 

I nodded. "Today was hell for her." 

"Yeah, but what's the most embarrassing way you can do it?" 

I considered it for a moment. I glanced at his hand, wrapped around the bottle. His hands were huge, with pretty long fingers. 

"Well...you could do it." 

"Fuck her?" 

"Fuck no," I responded, and he laughed at my abruptness. "I have an idea if you're up for it. You're not going to cum in my playroom, though." 

He smiled as I told him what I had in mind. It was simple but effective, and I wouldn't get violently offended by it. 

"Sounds like a plan. Let's untie her." He finalized. 

I unceremoniously untied the vibrator and pulled it out of her, slowly so I could watch her writhe a little more. I took out the earplugs and untied the blindfold before I unhooked her from the ceiling and unlocked the spreader bar. I helped her gain her balance as she got used to standing again. I kissed the top of her hair lovingly, and she knew what was happening when she saw Finn sitting on the bed, staring at her. 

I told her what she'd have to do to come. It was an easy task, one that'd be finished in a few minutes if she didn't fight it. She grew more and more despaired as she looked up at me pleadingly. 

"So do you want to come?" I asked, already knowing the opportunity was irresistible. 

She sighed sadly. 

"Yes, master." Her voice was barely above a whisper. 

"Well, go on, then." 

Finn leaned back against the headboard and Juliet gracefully climbed over him. 

"Hi," She said quietly, awkwardly. It was cute. 

He broke into a smile at her cuteness. "Hi." 

He took pity on her, knowing she would just straddle him doing nothing if he didn't make the first move. He pulled her down by her waist onto his lap, no doubt smearing her wetness over his suit pants. Building up her nerve, she leaned in and kissed him. She kissed him delicately, nervously trying not to do something wrong, while he looked uncaring and nonchalant as he kissed her back. He lowered his hand to her pussy and cupped over it, teasing her. She started to grind against his hand, and I could hear her moan slightly. She needed to come so badly. He probed a finger into her and she gasped audibly. I heard myself chuckle at this. He pushed another into her, and she was riding his fingers, balancing herself with her hands on his chest as she bounced herself on his hand. When she cried out, 

I knew he had crooked his fingers and started pumping into her in a different way. 

"May I come, sir?" She asked, arousal removing some of her shyness. 

He waited a few seconds before he answered, watching her get more desperate. 

"You have to look at me." He said. 

She locked eyes with him, the expression in her face clearly readable. 

"You can come." 

She tried to stifle her cries almost immediately, and I knew she was coming around his fingers. After a second or two of relief, he pulled his fingers out, smiling sweetly into her eyes as he ruined her orgasm. She cried out, stunned. Adorable frustration read clearly across her expression. 

She thanked him for the orgasm anyways, retreating back into her shell. Once more, she sucked his fingers clean, this time looking more miserable. 

...

That night, lightning struck near our house. I didn't pay much attention to it, it had been storming for the past few weeks. I woke up when I felt a tugging on my t shirt. When I turned around, I was shocked to find Juliet standing by my bed, looking like an angel in her little white nightie. 

"Hey," I said, hearing sleep deepen and slur my voice. 

She stood by the bed, playing with her hair nervously. 

I pulled the blankets back and she climbed in next to me. 

"Thanks," She breathed, curling into my side and using my arm as a pillow. 

"Scared of storms?" I murmured. 

"No," She whispered back. 

"Did you have fun today?" I asked.

She looked up at me, pouting. 

"I did." I told her honestly. "You were so cute." 

She didn't respond. 

I stroked her hair, soothing her. "Don't be mad at me." 

She looked back up at me, distraught. 

"I'm sorry I didn't do what you said." 

I raised an eyebrow. 

"The other man said I was disobedient." 

"Oh," I said, slightly dumbfounded. 

Why was she still stuck on that? 

"Love, we were just teasing you." 

She shook her head, seeming disappointed. For a second I thought she was going to cry. 

I shushed her, holding her tighter. 

"You weren't being bad." I whispered. "You were great, perfect." 

"But I didn't do what you said." 

"You were scared." 

She sighed sadly. "He said you'd fix me." 

Was she even listening to him? 

"Love, no, we were kidding. You're perfect. You were amazing today. I'm so proud of you." 

She stayed silent. 

"Juliet, don't be upset. I know today was hard. I'll make it up to you." 

Her head was buried in my chest, and I wasn't sure if she had fallen asleep or not. I had never been one for sweet nothings, but my mouth found her ear and I let her know how amazing I thought she was and how much I was in love with her. In the daylight it would have been awkward. But with the storm setting an odd pathetic fallacy, everything sort of worked. I was just so afraid that we had really scared her.

"Tomorrow," I promised her. "We'll do anything you want to do. Anything you want, just say the word and you can have it. I'd do anything for you. It'll be romantic, if you want it to be. You can wear a dress, and I'll wear the shirt you like. The rain's supposed to stop tomorrow. Maybe we can go pick flowers, too. And you don't have to talk to anyone you don't want to. Fuck, you don't even have to talk to me." 

She moved her head up, her chin on my chest. 

"Can we go out somewhere?" She asked timidly. 

I broke into a stupid grin, thrilled that I had gotten her mind out of her own insecurities. 

"Yes, of course, anywhere you want." 

She smiled back, shyly, and she leaned forward and kissed me. 

Her kisses were always so gentle, so soft. 

"I love you." She whispered. 

My grin had no doubt gotten dumber. 

"I love you, too, so fucking much." I confessed shamelessly. 

She kissed me again, sweetly, and I tried my best to mimic what she was doing. 

All I wanted to do was spoil her, make her forget all about the possibility that she could ever be something less than perfect. She brought out a soft side in me that I never knew I had. And she was starting to open up to me. She still never really spoke, but she acted more comfortable around me. 

She was starting to trust me.



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 10



I woke up with the beautiful sun shining through the windows and Juliet's mouth on my cock. 

 I saw her head bob under the blankets as she swirled her tongue around the tip and plunge back in until she was deep throating me. I was still dazed from sleep as I reached under the covers and fisted my hand in her hair. 

 "Fuck," I groaned. 

 She swallowed my cock, massaging it. I groaned again at the sensation. Unable to help myself, I started thrusting, fucking her throat. I grunted as I shot semen into her mouth, and I knew she had swallowed all of it. She continued to keep me in her mouth, forcing me to ride out my orgasm for as long as possible. I felt her kiss the tip when she was sure I was done, and she popped out of the blankets next to me, a smile on her face. 

 "Good morning," She greeted me happily. 

"Fuck, I love you." I said breathlessly. 

 I kissed her and reached down to play with her pussy through her sheer panties. She had already soaked through them. I chuckled when she whimpered. When I made her orgasm, I wanted to be creative. I just couldn't think of anything. 

"I can get you off now," I offered. "But if you wait until tonight, I'll make you come harder than you ever have in your life. Which do you want?" 

"Tonight," She whispered, smiling at me. 

"Good choice." I smiled back. 

 With impeccable timing, the doorbell rang. 

 "Who is it?" She asked. 

My eyes widened. 

"Damn, it's Tyler." 

"You knew he was coming?" 

I shook my head apologetically. "He mentioned something about going out for coffee with him and his fiancée. I completely forgot. I'm so sorry, are you okay with this?" 

She smiled and pecked me on the cheek. 

 Thank God. 

 "Go get dressed." 

"You're cute when you're flustered." She said, her accent peeking through. 

"Then I must be fucking adorable right now." I said, already hurrying out of the room. She was right, I was a bit scrambled, but I was still in a great mood. After being woken up like that, who wouldn't be?

 I jogged down the steps, almost slipping twice, and opened the door, revealing my brother. Gabby waved to me from the car. 

 "Morning, Ty," I greeted him. 

"Why aren't you dressed, yet, man? I told you we'd be here at nine. You know how she gets when people are late." He said, trying to act annoyed but failing miserably. A grin spread across his face. 

"Holy shit, you just got a blowjob." 

"What?" I asked. "No I didn't." 

"Nah, man, you have that 'I just came' look on your face. You didn't just jerk off otherwise you would be sad and irritable, and if you actually got laid you wouldn't have showed up at the door." 

"You're so full of shit." 

"So is she here?" He asked. 

"Who?" 

"Your girl."

"She's getting dressed." 

He clapped me on the shoulder. "My man." 

"I hate you so much." 

"So does she, like, live here now?" 

"No," I lied easily. "We just spend a lot of time together." 

"What, are you serious or something? It hasn't been that long. Then again, I've only known Gabby for a couple months." 

"Can we stop talking about it?" 

"What's the matter? Embarrassed of her? You shouldn't be, she's way out of your league." 

"I'm not embarrassed of her, we're just not talking about this right now." 

He cooed sarcastically. "Aw, my baby brother's shy." 

 Juliet peeked her head around the corner of the stairway. He waved at her, and I turned around to see her blush and cutely push her hair behind her ear. Her dress was short and black, with a blue floral pattern. There were buttons that went all the way down, and I suddenly thought about how fun it would be to unbutton it all the way. Then I realized that I would have to leave Juliet alone down here with two people that would most likely be bombarding her with questions as I got dressed upstairs. 

 "Good luck, babe," I said under my breath as I ambled back up the stairs. 

 She turned around, and I saw her blush cutely. 

 She always did when I called her things.

 The car ride was miserable, just Gabby yapping about how she feels like she's marrying a 'younger man' because she's a few months older and only a little shorter than my brother, which lead to her complaining that she could never wear heels around him. My brother wasn't short, either, she was just six feet tall. We continued that conversation all through coffee, until my brother brought up something interesting. 

 "So, do you two have plans for the rest of the day?" 

I thought for a moment. 

"Maybe." I said carefully. 

"So that means no?" He glanced at Juliet, and her innocent expression told him so. 

"The fair's in town this week." Gabby said. "We were planning to go today. Want to come with us?" 

 I shot a look at Juliet, and she squeezed my hand under the table. 

 "Do you want to?" I asked her. 

"If you want to," She responded happily. 

"Good girlfriend." Tyler noted. "Well, if I know anything about my baby brother, it's that he loves fairs probably more than anything else." 

Juliet giggled. 

"So he'd definitely want to go." He continued. "And I guess that means you want to go, too. So sounds like a plan, we're all going." 

I smiled at her, trying to figure out whether her look of polite excitement was genuine or not. She glanced up at me behind the cup of green tea Gabby ordered for her. Her eyes were smiling. 

"Alright," I said, careful once more. "We'll go." 

...

FM radio played throughout the fair, with old rock playing and all curse words skipped. Her hand was so little in mine as she walked slightly ahead of me, wide eyes taking in the colorful surroundings. 

 "Have you ever been to a fair before?" I asked. 

She shook her head. 

"They're absolutely magnificent." Ty told her. "Something you'd like." 

"How would you know what she'd like?" I asked. 

"Is she 99.99% homo sapien?"

"Probably." 

"Then she'd like it." 

 I always felt like I was competing around my brother and Gabby. They always thought of me of a kid. So taking a bit of Tyler's lead, I was the perfect gentlemen that day, wanting to introduce Juliet to another part of life she had never experienced. 

 Juliet's smile warmed my heart as she took her first bite of pink cotton candy. 

 "How is it?" I asked. 

"It's my favorite." She told me bluntly. 

"Have you had it before?"

She giggled and shook her head, popping another piece into her mouth. 

 We wasted our time and money on food that would make us sick and plenty of games. We knew they were rigged, but the static competition that was always sparking between us was quickly revived and recharged. 

 It was a simple concept. Throw a ring over a bottle. Of course, the rings were a little bent and the bottles were too close together to get over one easily, but Ty and I couldn't stop. 

 "It's your wrist." He told me, his dark hair flying over his face. "Try to tomahawk." 

"Ty, I got it." 

"No, you don't, you suck at this." He adjusted my wrist and showed me how to jerk it forward. 

"I suck at this? You're not doing any better than I am. Besides, any idiot can see how bent these rings are." 

 The bored teenager at the stand didn't look up from his magazine. 

 "You're both wasting your time." Gabby said. 

"And your money." Juliet added helpfully, a rare contribution from her. 

"Oh, don't pretend like money is any object, sweetheart." Tyler brushed her off. "Besides, we're Green brothers. The Green family doesn't give up."

"I can't watch this any longer." Gabby said as she applied lipstick in the reflection of her phone. "I'm getting tickets for the concert tonight. Come on, Juliet." 

 When Gabby started walking off, Juliet quickly flashed her eyes up to me. I nodded, and she turn around and hurried after her. 

 "What the hell was that?" Tyler asked casually. 

"What?" 

"It's like she just asked you for permission." 

I shrugged. 

 Promptly afterwards, we gave the worker enough money for two of the pathetic bears we were trying to win. We had thrown enough quarters at that booth. 

 Later, Juliet and I split up, heading down the pier to sit on the edge and watch the boats. She hadn't seen many in real life. Her face lit up when I gave her the bear, a regular brown teddy bear with button eyes. 

 "Clark," She said, breaking our silent staring at the sunset. 

"Yeah, Love?" I asked, squeezing her hand and smiling. 

"Thanks for today." 

"You had fun?" 

"I love you." She said in response. 

I glanced at her, raising an eyebrow, but saw that she was serious. 

I tilted her chin up and kissed her gently, something I was getting better at doing.



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 11



To a lovely reader whose only birthday wish was for me to post another chapter by his/her birthday...which was a month ago. I am so sorry, but I plan to make it up to you. To the lovely anonymous readers that defended me in the comment's section, thank you. You've all inspired me to continue what I had previously been convinced was a bit of a dead story. 

Expect a couple of chapters soon. 

-Jacob and Piper

*****

The day had been great. Wonderful. The perfect day with a perfect girl. The concert had carried on until midnight when it had started raining, and Gabby and Tyler had finally split from us. As much as I enjoyed their company, I had been wanting them gone for hours. So at nearly two in the morning, I couldn't exactly wait to get inside. 

Long, dark waves of hair, thrown around her head as the wind roared around us. The lush greenery, wet with rain, was catching us with every step. Sitting on a concrete bench by the fountain, it was getting hard to hear over the weather. It was raining but warm, the perfect storm that would lead us into summer. 

Animalistic. 

A beast had taken over me, roughly kissing her, not because I loved her, but because I needed her more than air. I was desperate to be close to her, gripping her so tightly I would probably leave bruises. As we stood kissing in the storm, I had taken her to a new and exciting place where her innocence could not tame a damned thing. 

That was part of what I loved about her. She was so childlike, beautiful, curious, angelic, perfect... But none of that made a difference to me. She was still my girl, and my slave, and more than anything she was just mine. I owned and adored everything about her, especially how she knew that when I was too far gone, there was nothing she could do to stop me. And she loved me anyways. 

So with as much bravery as she could muster, she kissed me back. I forced her to match me until she wasn't trying anymore. She lost herself in me, as I had in her, and it was the most intense sensation that had ever wracked my body. 

Her hands tangled in my hair, mine wrapped around her waist, nearly lifting her off the ground in an attempt to get her closer. Fearlessly, she dropped one of her hands between us, cupping over my groin. I growled, pushing her off me only so I could slam her body into the back door. She gasped as I lifted her, having to wrap her legs around me to keep her upright. Her soft hands held my face as I claimed her mouth as mine. I lifted her skirt higher and pressed my thumb over her panties, rubbing it up and down her slit. 

"Clark..." She whimpered as gripped me tighter. 

"Remember my promise this morning?" I nearly ground out. 

She moaned into my mouth as I slipped a hand under the lace protecting her intimacy. 

Truthfully speaking, it wasn't how I imagined the night to go. I was planning on something more ritualistic and meticulous, tying her to the bed and making her beg as I teased her for hours. But as I felt the primal urges take over, I knew that wasn't happening. I wanted to torture her, to make her want me more than she ever wanted anything. I needed her to need it, and she was responding with everything she had. I was going to make it hurt, and it make it feel better than she had ever felt before. 

She was so turned on, it didn't take much to get her on the edge. I unzipped my pants with one hand while the other one continued to rub her clit, and my erection sprang out. I was so hard it was almost painful. 

She must have really been a sight, eyes shut tight, hair a mess, arms wrapped tightly around me. 

"Clark," She gasped. 

"That's right, little girl," I smirked. "Say my name." 

"Clark..." She cried out. "I'm coming." 

Taking the opportunity, I slammed my cock into her. She was convulsing around me as I thrust myself into her. 

"Oh!" She exclaimed. 

I continued to rub her poor, swollen clit as I thrust into her. It didn't take long before I was coming with her, jerking hot semen deep inside of her. 

"Fuck," I groaned, gripping her thighs and kissing her hard. 

Even after I pulled out, I realized I was physically unable to separate from her. I held her flush against me. I'm not the kind of person to have much sex outdoors, even if it was in my own garden, but once again, Juliet had changed my mind. 

I carried her giggling form into the house and we spent the rest of the night making slightly more gentle love on the couch.



My Shy Teen Slave Ch. 11.5



If you're reading this, I'd like to thank Serena for her idea that inspired this chapter. And Jane, you're a lovely human being. 

*****

Finn Hudson. Your typical, god fearing, all American young man. Blonde hair, slightly messy but still well kept. Blue eyes that were simultaneously piercing and warm. Muscles and a jaw line that made Janet from HR blush whenever she spoke to him. He was rich and successful, a hard worker, though having such a prominent father surely didn't hurt. He went to church on Sundays and donated a percentage of everything he earned to a charity for SIDS research. 

Who would have guessed that he was a modern day slave owner? 

He wasn't the kind that played for keeps. There would be times where he would bring a girl home for a few weeks and just get too sick of her. So instead of sending her back, because even he wasn't the cruel, he would introduce her to society. He would get her a job, teach her how to be free again. Then she would move out. Maybe they'd stay friends. 

Admittedly, Finn was the type of guy who would go through periods of sexual awakening. Feeling deprived of human contact and as sadistic as ever. He could have three to four girls at a time, using all of them until all of them had reached their brink of insanity. All at once. Perhaps he would be considered a nymphomaniac, though there would only be a week out of every month or so where he digressed into his more uncontrollable, animalistic state. Those times were when he became the Finn Hudson he was known as by his less law abiding friends. The kind of Finn that needed to dominate, own, and win. 

Those times were increasingly becoming rarer as he grew busier with work. It had been a while since he had been in such a state. He had once been seen as such an impassioned, ardent lover. But recently he had been calmer, more mature. And his sexual urges had been kept at bay. 

Today, however, was the beginning of one of those portions of times where he grew to be more extreme, and with only one girl, he was desperate to know how he had been surviving for so long with just Aubrey. She had been living with him for years, and he wasn't much of a master to her anymore. They were friendlier than anything else. While other girls came and went, Aubrey was always his. His first girl, and the girl he would most likely have for the rest of his life. 

6:31

Every day she was home at half past six. She didn't really need his permission to go anywhere anymore, but after having it be routine for so long, he had gotten used to it. He was a bit of an obsessive, but she was always there on the minute. So when she unlocked the door a mere eighty seconds later than usual, he nearly bolted out of the couch he had been impatiently waiting in. 

"I'm home," A voice sung out. 

He caught a glimpse of her deep red, curly hair, sleek and resting just below her shoulders. She was wearing a conservative dress that no one would give a second glance at, but he knew what was underneath. Her sensual body, large breasts and small waist. Her green eyes were hidden by her sunglasses, and when he saw her, he knew he was done for. 

"Hey, Bree," He said simply, approaching her. 

"What's up?" She flashed him a smile, pulling her glasses up and pulling her hair back. 

"You're late." 

"I'm sorry, what?" Her eyebrows cinched together. 

He gripped her wrist a little too tightly, dragging her giggling form into his bedroom. 

"Gosh, I haven't seen you like this in a while." She teased. 

"Don't test me." He warned, slamming her into the bedroom wall. 

He stole her breath, kissing her for all he was worth. The feeling was nearly foreign to him, the pair not having been intimate in months. He was shocked by how much he missed her soft, plush lips. He had forgotten her cherry flavored mouth. Aubrey had never paid attention to beauty rules, and if she wanted to wear cherry scented red lipstick, it didn't matter if she was a red head. She sure as hell was going to. And now there was no doubt that Finn was wearing it as well. 

She must have felt his erection pressing into her as Finn ran his hands all over her body, kissing her with everything he had. Even after all the weeks they had spent as unintentional, platonic friends, she had never lost the memories of how intense the man could be. 

"Someone's excited." She smirked, reaching her hand down to rub him. 

He groaned in response, bucking his hips into hers. 

"I haven't been victim to one of your moods in a while." She mused as he laid passionate, open mouth kisses on her neck. 

"Get used to it." 

"What was that?" She giggled girlishly, tangling her hands in his hair. 

"Take off your dress." He said, using the soft, but deep, powerful voice that he only used before he fucked. 

She obliged, pulling it over her head and lying it on the floor. He wondered if anyone in her office knew of the nearly ridiculous underwear she wore beneath her plain dresses. She was stunning, the bright shock of her hair contrasting with the way her tits were nearly busting out of the blue lace bra that confined them, her panties matching. 

"Fuck, I've missed you." He told her. 

She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a devilish smile. 

She tried unbuttoning his shirt, but she was incredibly slow and he was busting out of his pants. He pushed her to her knees, and she undid his belt and yanked down his zipper before pulling down his dress pants and boxers together. His erection literally sprung into her face, and she took it into her mouth. He was suddenly grateful that he had spent so long training her to deep throat. 

He sat on the bed as she pleasured him, sliding her tongue up and down his length, teasing him, before sucking his rock hard cock into her mouth. He gripped the back of her head, fisting his hand in her bright hair and fucking her throat. He hadn't had sex in weeks, and the feeling of her hot mouth was almost too much to handle. He came without a warning, exploding his seed into her mouth and onto her face. 

She pulled away, panting and giggling. 

He wanted to fuck the smirk right off of her face. 

He yanked her up, throwing her onto the bed. He crawled on top of her, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her again. He attacked her throat, leaving hickeys that would cause her to wear scarves for at least a weak. Everything about him was on fire, having to strip himself and her of all their clothes, but he was still so hot. She was so beautiful that he couldn't help but ravage her, and the feeling of another person in bed with him was something that brought back dear memories. 

He ate her pussy like he hadn't eaten in days. 

She was a little loud, moaning and running her hand into his hair. 

"Fuck!" She exclaimed as he sucked her clit hard, fingering her g-spot. "Finn!" 

She screamed shortly as she came, her muscles tightening and releasing in the most pleasurable way. In less than ten minutes, he was hard again. 

He mounted her as she was still coming, grinning to himself, knowing she was multi-orgasmic. As he entered her, she was squeezing him tightly, her walls pounding and throbbing into him. Although he wasn't usually one to be very vocal, he had groaned at the sensation. He began thrusting, quickly, trying to make her come again. He snaked a hand between them, furiously rubbing her clit, making her cry out. All the while, she was clenching him tightly, lost in the throes of her orgasm. He lost himself in her long, silky legs, almost coming from his visual. 

"Finn," She said breathily, gripping him tightly as she whimpered. "I'm still coming." 

"I know," He said, shutting his eyes and seeing stars. "I want you to." 

It was too much. The noises she was making, the sound of his balls slapping her as he quickly thrust, her head thrown back in pleasure. The ecstasy Finn felt was purely indescribable. He pulled her close to him as he came, roughly forcing himself as far inside of her as he could manage as he shot his seed into her center. 

They were wordless as they lay on opposite sides of the bed, hands behind their heads and dumb smiles plastered on their faces. 

"So I guess you're going to be this insatiable for a little bit now." She pondered. 

His grin was the only affirmation she needed.