1 comments/ 12491 views/ 1 favorites Seduction of Suriah Ch. 01 By: skittles_lm Suriah walked into the restaurant, feeling out of place even though she looked as nicely dressed as anyone else. Head held high, she tried to hide her discomfort, looking for him. Scanning the rooms, she did not spot him and was wondering what to do about it when a hand lightly touched her elbow. "Miss, this way please," the host said softly to her, "He is waiting for you." Shaking her head, she let the man lead her though the tables to the place where he sat. She did not notice the heads that turned to follow her progress as she glided past; her eyes were locked on his from the moment he caught her gaze. He stood as they approached, pulling her chair out and waving a hand at it. She could not take her eyes off of him as she slid into the space he made for her, smiling nervously. "Calm down kitten," he told her gently, as he took her hand and kissed it. He laid a hand on her trembling arm, "I am not going to devour you here in the restaurant. There will be time enough for that. It is good to meet you in person finally, kitten." She nodded breathlessly. He chuckled when her eyes widened slightly, grinning and seating himself as the host spoke of wines and specials. He ordered for himself and then for her, and all the while she could not find it in her to look away. He was tall. She had known that but seeing it in person was different. His eyes sparkled out from his face, making him seem both intense and fun at the same time. The mop of red hair should have made him look less professional, but it didn't. Everything about him exuded power. Men and women both glanced his way frequently, lingering over his strong jaw line or his ready smile. He spoke of little things, slowly drawing answers out until she was relaxing back into her chair and chatting with him. The food came and went. It could have been cardboard they served in the place for all she noticed of it, even though he had chosen well for her. The wine was exquisite, but he stopped the waiter from pouring her a second glass. When she cocked her head at him quizzically, he just smiled slightly and told her that she did not want to be inebriated. Then he gave his manly chuckle at her creeping blush while the waiter stoically filled her water glass and departed. He randomly gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, or brushed his fingers over the back of her hand. Each touch from him went through her body like lightning, and she shivered as she grew moist from contact with him. His direct clear look told her that he knew exactly the effect he was having on her, and it made her want to writhe in her seat. At last the meal was over, the bill paid, his car brought around. He opened the passenger door for her and she slid into the car, her nerves returning with a vengeance. The click of her door shutting seemed to signal something, but she could not figure out what. He slid into the car and leaned over to her, letting a bare inch of space remain between their lips. "Your fear is unnecessary, kitten," he whispered to her, lips moving the air around hers, "but arousing. You are going to please me greatly before we are done tonight, I hope." He kissed her gently, parting her lips and breathing her in. She whimpered into his firm mouth and felt bereft when he pulled away. "Remove your panties." He instructed her as he pulled away from the curb. She was so dazed from his kiss that she was slow to comprehend what he was saying to her. As she opened her mouth to ask him to repeat it, he slapped her. Hard. "I did not tell you to speak, I told you to take off your fucking panties. Now get those wet nasty things off, and do not hesitate to obey me ever again, slut." The words stung worse than the blow, but she was soaking wet as she pulled her panties out from under her dress. Leaning down to slide them over her heels, she could smell herself; a deep musky scent that told her she was turned on beyond belief, despite just being smacked and called a slut. She wanted to say something to appease him but she did not know what, so she kept her mouth shut and held her panties up for him to see. "That is better," he told her, taking the soaked fabric and holding it close to his nose. He breathed deeply, and then glanced at her. "Have you ever tasted yourself before?" "Yes Sir." She answered quietly, not daring to look at him. She did not see it coming when he rudely shoved her panties into her face, telling her to open her hot little mouth wide. As she did so, he shoved her panties in, cramming them into the back of her mouth. He smiled as she gagged on them, using her tongue to push them around. "Taste yourself, you little whore. You are all wet and hot for Daddy aren't you?" She nodded dumbly, knowing it was true and surprised that it shamed her so to hear it. He grabbed her dress and started raising it up her thighs, snaking his hand under it to touch her flesh. Her legs parted of their own accord, offering her pussy to his questing fingers. He slid one finger up her slit, then down and up again as she spread her legs further. She gasped when he pushed two fingers inside of her, melting back into her seat. "Oh you lovely little slut, you are so wet for Daddy aren't you? Look at you with your skirt raised and your panties in your mouth. What a bad little girl. Whatever shall we do with you?" His fingers continued their probing of her pussy as she moaned around her panties, the fabric drying her mouth out and making it hard to breathe. She knew she looked like a total whore to anyone pulling up next to the car, but she didn't care. There was nothing but his fingers as she felt his hand twist around so that he could add another finger, stretching her lips around him. Her eyes closed and all she knew was his touch until the car stopped and he killed the engine. "You can take those out of your mouth now, little girl." He told her with a chuckle. "Pull your skirt down, that's a good girl. We are here." He got out and came around to help her from the car, knowing better than she how her legs would be trembling. Her panties went into his coat pocket and he took her hand, gently pulling her after him. She shakily followed him into the lobby of the hotel. She followed him through the lobby of the hotel, three steps behind him as instructed. She felt as if she was on an invisible leash, being led through the sea of Saturday night people from the lounge and club attached to the hotel. He did not look back but kept his steady pace through the crowd, knowing that she would be there should he choose to turn and see her. Everything seemed surreal. The laughter floating on the air sounded tinny to her ears and she moved as if in a dream to the elevator he was stepping into. The whoosh of air as the doors closed made her shiver. "Turn around." She faced the elevator doors, breathing steadily and slowly to control the butterflies in her stomach. She melted back into him as his arms came around her waist, his hands sliding up her ribs to caress the sides of her firm breasts. First one strap, then the other was gently pulled off her shoulders to slither down her arms. She held perfectly still while his head lowered to her neck, lightly kissing her as his hands fondled her tits through the satiny material. "You're mine, aren't you, my little girl?" he whispered, his lips nipping at the top of her ear. "I am going to play you like an instrument, little girl, and make beautiful music on you." She shivered, wrapped up in his voice in her ear and his hands on her chest. She was leaning her head back against him when the elevator stopped. Just as the doors started to open he said "shhhh" and pinched her nipples hard. She bit back a scream as his hands dropped and he stepped away from her, leaving her looking like a whore with her dress falling off and her face alight with pain and desire. The old couple boarding the lift looked at her once and then avoided eye contact, the lady muttering something under her breath. She felt so ashamed as the couple got out of the elevator and they continued up. He chuckled at her reflection in the doors and came back to drape his arms over her shoulders. "What a wicked little slut you are," he breathed in her ear. "Letting people see you this way. You know what though? I like you this way. You are my slut, aren't you?" "Yes Sir, I am your slut. Thank you Sir." She could not believe the words flowing from her mouth, could not relate them to her life in any way. All she knew is that they felt right. She was his, completely, at least for tonight. The rest would happen as it was meant to, she was going to please him tonight. The next time the doors opened he gently pushed her out of the lift and she resumed her place behind him as they walked down the hall. She was lightheaded, wondering what was going to come next. The muted echo of her heels on the hardwood reverberated in the stillness, making her introspection more pronounced. She felt like she was entering the twilight zone. She almost ran into his back as he stopped in front of a door and used the keycard. "After you, little girl." Seduction of Suriah Ch. 02 She walked slowly into the suite, marveling at it. She had never even been in a place like this, let alone stayed in such a gorgeous place. It was almost like an apartment, with a small kitchen and dining nook, a living area that had to be stepped down into, a balcony that overlooked the river and a bedroom with the biggest, plushest bed she had ever laid eyes on. The furnishings were opulent, all done in burgundies and dark greens. A masculine quality hung about it, which brought her back to why they were here. She walked into the living room and sank to her knees. There she turned, looking over her shoulder at him. He came up to stand behind her, letting his hand tousle her hair. "Good girl." "Thank you Sir." Her voice sounded small and lost in the open space. She cleared her throat and was about to say something when her panties were forced into her mouth again. "You talk too much, slut," he told her, giving her head a smart shake. "We shall fix that though, before we are done. You will learn to speak when spoken to." Each word was punctuated with a shake of her hair, wrenching her head back and forth. She felt like a puppy, being chastised. Tears threatened and he saw. "You wish to cry for me, slut?" She shook her head, she would not have spoken even if she could have. He gave her head one final, vicious shake and pushed her down onto her hands. She hung her head and waited, wondering what she had gotten herself into. How could he be so sweet one minute and such a scary bastard the next? Should she be afraid? "Crawl." The order was given with no inflection, no other words to soften the blow to her ego. She began to crawl around the room with him following her, her ass in the air and her knees catching on her dress. "Stop." She was lifted off her hands by her hair, and her dress was torn from her body with a few hard yanks. She was left in thigh high stockings and black heels, on her knees in front of him. He used her head to drive her down to her elbows, pushing her ass in the air. Her face was bright red and a few tears slid down her cheek, unnoticed. All she could feel was his eyes on her. He let go of her head, chuckling, and she felt his hand slide down her back and over her ass. Her eyes blurred with her tears but her pussy quivered as his hands roamed freely over her. "Continue crawling." She felt dirty, crawling around the opulent carpet in front of him. She wondered how she looked with her ass shaking and tears streaming down her face to splash against her hands as she moved them forward. What must he be thinking of her? She was so wet she could not believe it. Smack! She stopped in shock as he spanked her again. "Did I tell you to stop? Fucking crawl, bitch!" Smack! Smack! She cried around her panties, desperately trying not to pull them down her throat as she sobbed. He seemed to like her tears because he smacked her ass over and over, turning it a luscious pink that stood out against her pale skin. His deep chuckle made her arch her back as she felt a throb start somewhere inside her. She had never felt anything like the way she was feeling at that moment. Most of her screamed out for her to get up off her knees and assert herself, but a dark part of her soul knew she needed this. So she kept her head bowed and crawled around the room, not noticing that he was guiding her slowly towards the bedroom. It was not until she bumped into one of the posters with her shoulder that she became aware of where she was. She turned to crawl around the bed but he put a hand on her back to stop her, and lifted her to her feet. He pulled the panties out of her mouth and gave a wry smile as she swallowed several times and moved her jaw back and forth. "Good girl," he breathed, making her tremble as his arms came up and cupped her face, "you are amazing little one. I am going to treasure you in all ways." He kissed her gently, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. She returned the kiss tentatively, then with more vigor as he pushed her lips apart and let his tongue tangle with hers. She pressed herself against him as his hands pushed her hair off her shoulders and traced their way down her arms. When he reached her hands he lifted them over her head and let them go, not breaking the kiss. She understood, and held them high as his fingers resumed their exploration. He lightly caressed her neck, then let his hands slide down to trace small circles around her nipples until she thought she would die from anticipation. She whimpered into his mouth, begging without words for his hands to ease the burn in her soul. Smiling, he let his fingers find her nipples, gently squeezing them. He felt her body shudder and he rolled them between his thumbs and middle fingers as she swayed under his kiss and his hands. He could feel her yielding, and it made him suddenly want to ravish her. He stepped back and looked at her. She was a tousled vision with her hands held high and her hair a tumbled mess about her shoulders. Her lips were parted and she was panting slightly, eyes still closed from the kiss and his fingers on her nipples. As he watched, she opened them and a look of awe suffused her features with an ethereal glow. It was one he had seen before, in other women, but this one caught at him. Perhaps it was because he would be her first Dom, perhaps it was just the pure lust in her face as she took a deep breath, making her breasts lift and his attention shift back to matters at hand. "Do you trust me, little girl? Do you know that I will take care of you and give you what you need tonight, and that you will be okay?" He looked at her seriously, and she shook herself out of her lustful musings to regard him directly. "Yes Sir, I understand. I am yours to do with as you please tonight. Please, Daddy, I want this so badly." She shook with longing, aching for his hands on her again. Even the thought of him spanking her while she crawled only served to add fuel to the fire that raged in her veins. "I am going to love using you little girl, abusing your sweet body for my pleasure and pushing you to the edge of your simple, controlled little world. Get on your knees for me, little girl. Beg to worship my cock." Her eyes widened as she sank to her knees, eye level with the bulge in his slacks. Her mouth watered as she asked him "Please Sir, may I worship your cock? Please may I put my mouth on it?" The words sounded fake to her, like something out of a porn movie, but she meant them. She could not fathom why, but she was desperate to have him inside her mouth. "Please, Daddy? Please let me suck you!" She glowed and leaned in when he reached down and undid his belt, pulling it out of the belt loops and placing it on the bed behind her. He held back his chuckle as her eyes followed its progress, then jerked back to his crotch. He knew she did not like having to suck a mans dick, but here she was, waiting to pounce on it the moment he got it out of his pants. He wondered at the changes that went through women when they realized that they had been born to serve someone stronger than themselves. He smiled as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his thighs, letting his cock spring free. He wrapped his right hand around the shaft, letting her watch as it pulsed in his grip. The sight of his hand wrapped around his gorgeous cock made her drip. She felt her mouth watering and asked again. "Please Sir, please will you let me pleasure you?" She gasped in shock as he smacked her across the face with his left hand. She looked up at him mutely, wondering what she had done wrong. Her hand crept up to rub her cheek and he knocked it away, striking her again, and then once on the other cheek. He pinched her chin cruelly in his fingers, forcing her to look up at him. "I love the look on your face right now, little girl. What are you thinking?" "W-why did you hit me Sir?" she asked, dumb hurt in her eyes as she dully tried to hide her resentment. "What did I do wrong?" He slowly shook his head and tilted her chin up further, holding her at an uncomfortable angle just to see her strain. "I smacked you because you are mine and because I can. It pleases me to see my handprint on your soft cheek. You know you have only to say the word and all of this will stop. You can leave whenever you like. Do you wish to use the word?" She shook her head as much as possible given his hand holding her face, and caught sight of his cock again. "Do you see what using you does to me?" His cock twitched as if in affirmation. "Now suck it." She didn't even have time to think before he was shoving it into her mouth. She gagged as it invaded her throat, vainly trying to pull back, but his hand was caught tight in her hair and there was no escape. Just when she thought she would pass out, he pushed her away with a sound of disdain. "No one ever bothered to teach you how to suck cock properly, I see. We shall remedy that, slut. On your feet. And close your eyes." She stood on shaky legs, eyes closed as she heard him move away. There was a loud noise and it took her a second to recognize it as the sound of a zipper being pulled. She listened with a mounting feeling of dread as she heard him rummaging through the bag he had opened. She wanted desperately to open her eyes, to see what he had in store for her, but the imagined punishment for such a transgression kept them shut tight. She heard him approach and tried to regulate her breathing, one deep breath after another. "That's a good girl." He lightly pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling and pulling until warmth flooded her pussy and she had to bite back a moan. Harder he pinched, making the imaginary line from her nipples to her womb pulse with the rhythmic motion of his fingers. He let them go and flicked them once, twice, three times, making her gasp with the combined sensations of pleasure and pain. She swayed forward, longing for more, and her chuckled. "You are enjoying this aren't you my sweet slut? That is good. But I warn you, this is really going to hurt." With only his words as warning, clamps were applied to her stiff nipples. She opened her mouth to whimper in shock and pain only to find a ring of metal placed between her teeth. "You can open your eyes and see, little slut. Look at yourself." Her nipples were clamped with what looked disturbingly like paper binders, which were attached to what resembled a wire coat hanger. The device lifted her breasts and pulled them together a bit, a strain made worse by the loop in her mouth. "I would highly suggest not dropping that ring out of your mouth, understand? " She nodded and cried out around the ring as each move of her head pulled at her tormented nipples. She stood with her head bowed, loosening a bit of the tension. His chuckle made her shudder, she could hear the absolute enjoyment in it. He walked over to the bag as she stood there, not able to turn her head to follow his movements. The sound of him rummaging made her shudder, debating the wisdom of being there with him. After a few seconds he came back with two long pieces of leather thong. He gently grabbed one of her hands and kissed the palm tenderly before binding her thumb with the thong. As he dropped her hand, the leather wisped along her leg and tickled her foot but she didn't dare move to make it stop. He treated her other hand in the same fashion, kissing her palm and wrapping her thumb securely with the cord. He gently guided her arms up behind her back with the cords, pulling them over her shoulders. She looked up at him through her lashes as he stood in front of her and gave the thongs an experimental yank. Her hands jerked upwards, not painfully but she knew that it could really hurt if he wanted it to. She closed her eyes and willed herself calm as he tied the cords to the ring in her mouth. She didn't understand until she tried to lower her arms back to a semi-comfortable position. The cords pulled the device attached to her chest, making tears spring from her eyes, and she hastily raised her hands back up to loosen the tension on her nipples. "Now you see, don't you my pet?" He asked her, almost kindly. He pulled his pants down around his thighs, his cock standing at attention. He sat on the corner of the bed and laid back, beckoning her over. She came to stand between his legs and he grinned at her. The look of him grinning like that made her want to run, he seemed to radiate pure evil delight. He grabbed her by the thighs, pulling first one and then the other to the outside of his legs. She ended up balanced on the tips of her high heels, straddling him. He spread his legs far enough that she could not comfortably rest on them to ease the strain in her calves. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth and she hissed it back in, causing him to laugh as he grabbed her hips and pulled her against his cock. He ground himself along her slit, spreading her juice all over his throbbing dick. She moaned around the ring, letting him push her hips back and forth. He stopped suddenly and she almost lost her balance. "Now continue, my little slut. Grind that wet nasty pussy against me." She complied, straining her legs to rub herself along his shaft, silently crying as her cheeks burned. She felt like a hooker and it mortified her to see him smile up at her. "Good girl. Your legs are tired, aren't they?" She nodded helplessly, once again straining her tits as the ring moved with her head. She whimpered and stilled her movements to ease the cramps forming in her calves. "Don't stop," he told her menacingly, " When you cannot take it anymore, drop the ring out of your mouth. You had better give me your best effort though, or I will make you sorry, understand?" She resumed the painful grinding, acutely feeling every muscle in her body being pulled one way or another. Her arms were half asleep, her legs burned all the way down to her feet, and her nipples were on fire. And yet, she could not discount how wet this was making her, how aroused she was rubbing her slick pussy up and down on his thick cock. Even the burn in her legs was part of the overall effect. He was using her, and she was willingly letting him. She renewed her efforts, humping him with zeal until she felt the cramp start in her thigh. She tried to shift her weight to loosen the muscle but it seized and she screamed aloud, dropping the ring from her mouth as she fell forward onto him. He grabbed her thighs in his strong hands and felt around. Finding the taut muscle he rubbed it vigorously until it loosened while she sobbed against his chest, letting the rest of her gradually relax. She sniffled as he sat her up, rubbing the tears from her cheeks. She smiled at him gratefully, and opened her mouth to thank him for his help. "You dropped the ring." The look on his face made her shrink back from him, and she knew before he raised his hand what a bad idea that was. He smacked her so hard she ended up on the floor, sobbing. He grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock in her face. "Clean me, bitch," he told her with a vicious shake of her head. "Get this dirty cunt juice off my cock." He shoved himself down her throat again, rudely using her mouth while she gagged and tried vainly to breathe. She sucked and licked at him while he abused her lips and crammed his thick head down her throat, holding it there until she thought she would pass out. She started to sway and he abruptly pulled out and stepped back, letting her fall on her face. She screamed in agony as she fell on her chest, the clamp device wrenching her tits until she wanted to die. She thrashed around on the carpet, jerking as he watched her. When it stopped amusing him he grabbed his belt and hit her ass with it, back and forth. Five, six times, until she was still, sobbing quietly in his shadow. Her breasts were on fire, she had never hurt so bad in her life. She hid her face in the carpet, her chest hitching as she cried. He knelt behind her and smoothly entered her in one hard stroke. Even through the pain, she moaned in ecstasy at the feel of him filling her. "So wet, my little slut, you are enjoying all of this aren't you?" She couldn't speak, could only moan her assent as he pulled out and then jammed himself back in to the hilt, his balls smacking against her clit and adding to her arousal. Each thrust ground her tits against the carpet, making her bite back on the urge to scream, pulling her tender flesh and jerking her hands almost up to her shoulder blades. He had her by the hips, pounding her pussy as she pushed her ass up to take him deeper. She could feel her orgasm building quickly, groaning like a whore as he fucked her hard. She was shocked by the abrupt removal of his cock, but he yanked her up by the hair and shoved himself once again into her mouth. He did not gag her this time, but let her wrap her mouth around him and lavish him with attention. She felt like she could never get enough of his cock all of a sudden. She licked and sucked at him until he grabbed her head and held her still, tensing himself. He pulled just out of her mouth and exploded all over her face. She licked at what she could reach, marveling at what a cock-hungry little slut she was acting like. It was so unlike her, but she craved it and he noticed. He smacked her cheek gently with his cock and let her lick it clean, growling quietly deep in his throat. Her pussy quivered at the mere sound of his voice. "That's my good girl." He told her, petting her hair. He lifter her gently to her feet and sat her down on the bed. He sat as well and scooted back to lean against the headboard, pulling her back against his chest. With her arms up behind her it was uncomfortable, and her tits still burned like they had been dipped in acid, but she found herself relaxing back into him and smiling up at him as he looked at her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. He smiled back at her and lightly rubbed her breasts around the clamps. She moaned and arched up into his touch, hissing at the pain and loving the sensation. He chuckled and moved his hands lower, trailing across her belly and down to her dripping slit. He dipped his fingers into her and brought them up to rub her clit in small circles, making her hips buck. He nuzzled down and started whispering in her ear as her body writhed up against his fingers, telling her how her cunt belonged to him, and what a good little slut she had been for daddy. He told her that he was pleased with her and she would be rewarded with the best orgasms of her life, as long as she asked for permission to cum. As his fingers moved on her clit, she felt her stomach muscles clench and release, over and over and knew that she could not wait much longer. "Sir, please," she whispered, barely able to speak, please may I cum? I am so close Daddy, please..." she whimpered as his fingers moved faster, pressing harder into her swollen flesh. Her nipples throbbed under the clamps and she wondered if she had the will to stop it if he did not tell her yes. "Sir, oh god Sir please, please, please!" "Cum." Her eyes rolled back into her head as her orgasm took her. Her back arched and her lungs seemed to lock, she couldn't breathe as the waves crashed over her, his fingers still rubbing roughly over her exposed clit. He lightened his touch, letting her come down a bit and catch her breath. Her whole body shook from the after math of her orgasm, she had never felt anything so intense. "Cum." Again, her body tensed itself and shuddered as she came, his voice in her ear propelling her to new levels of intensity. Her head fell back and her eyes stared unseeing as he pushed her to orgasm after orgasm. Every time she thought he would let her calm down he commanded her again to cum for him, telling her that he owned her cunt, that she would not cum without his voice in her ear. She could not stop herself, every time he whispered the word she came again. She felt she could not take it anymore. After the ninth orgasm, she begged him to let her stop, panting, chest hitching she gasped out her pleas. He chuckled, feeling her start to panic in his lap as her body betrayed her.