10 comments/ 42953 views/ 82 favorites Possession By: cheeryorchid Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. She began wringing them together as a nervous alternative. She was sitting at the end of the bed closest to the door in the hotel room. She was waiting to meet him in their usual place, but this time it wasn't sex on her mind; it was ending this affair before it ended her sanity. She curled her toes in and out of her heeled sandals, red polish that matched her red scarf tied at her throat flashed from her toes. She wore her simple short black skirt today and a simple low necked white blouse. She had come straight from work and an important meeting to be here. It was in this meeting that she had decided that these secret meetings must end. He had been there today. His company was taking over her own. They had brought the two staffs together to discuss the changes. Taylor didn't hear any of them. She had been too busy watching him while pretending not to watch him from across the board room. When it had been his turn to speak, this task was more difficulty, and awkward. He had refused to stop staring at her the whole time that he was talking. More than one person noticed. The engagement ring on her left hand suddenly felt like a hot brand burning her skin. It might as well have been with the way he was staring at it. She never wore it in front of him. He was too obvious. People were talking now, and it wouldn't take long with the merger until David knew. David was her fiancé and one of the partners at the firm. Thank God he was away on other business today. David. He was a good man, but there was some type of animalistic passion that seemed to overpower her when Jack was around. Jack. Tall, dark, and staring dangerously at her in that board room. It made her realize how much her secret affair with him would hurt David. The minute she let herself meet his gaze in the meeting and he had stopped talking and smiled triumphantly, smugly, she knew that fate would fall fast if she didn't end it. She wanted to take off her shoes, but feared the need for a fast escape. She should have just phoned, but that would have been the easy way out. She knew that there would be nothing easy about this. Nothing was easy about Jack. In her thoughts came the flashing images of the times they had shared in rooms before this one. There were things that Jack made her feel that no man had ever come close to doing. She had never known what true sexual passion could be until she had finally given in to his advances. What had followed was 3 months of late night meetings, weekly afternoons at out of the way hotels, and hours of guilt over moments of pleasure. She just couldn't do it anymore. She suddenly stood up. The bed was not the place to be sitting with these thoughts. It would be too easy to give in once again. She opted for the chair by the window instead. In route to the chair, the door opened. Jack was there. He still had on his suit. He had been at the office when she left and assumed he'd come directly after. She had been right. His gray suit still looked as sleek and deadly on him as it had in the board room. He looked just as dangerous and smug in their private room as he had in the board room. He leaned against the wall beside the bathroom and stared at her the same way he had only a few hours earlier. Under his stare, she felt like a trapped animal, panic setting in before anger. "What you did today was hateful," Taylor didn't recognize her own voice as she spoke to him. It shook and was meek, not anything like her normal proud, husky tone. Jack was unphased, he continued to stare. "It was necessary," came his reply, the only sign of emotion from him was the slight tick in his right jaw. A jaunty pulse of flesh that at other times had made Taylor aroused instantly. This time it made her feel fear. Fear; he could smell it on her and it seemed to arouse him. She sat in the chair, her arms clutching the small arms of the seat on either side. Her legs were pressed tight together, with her feet looking bowed inward as they were planted on the floor. Her perfectly round breasts that fit just right in his palms were moving up and down under that white blouse in her nervousness. Through the low neckline he could watch her cleavage rise and fall just below that red scarf that waved like a red flag. She still had on that damn ring. She tilted her head up and straightened herself under his slowly smoldering stare. "People are talking about us." He moved from the wall and began his way towards her. He loosened his tie as he went. "It was necessary." She leaned back in the chair, his coming near making her want to move back farther. Her pulse pounded in her throat, "the way you were looking at me, Jack." He dropped his keys on the dresser, his tie free. "It was necessary." He moved slowly towards her; taking his time to undress as he went. "You made yourself obvious," she watched him steadily nearing her. The tie was on the floor, his hands unbuttoning his jacket next. He slipped his jacket onto one of the double beds. "It was necessary." "We're going to be working together, it's only a matter of time that people figure it out." She began looking for alternative exits. The only way to get around him was to dive over a bed; a risk that she was afraid would have the opposite affect as to what she came to do. His shirt he unbuttoned and pulled free of his pants. He slipped it off as he reached her in her chair. "It was necessary." His knee touched hers slightly. She was level with his navel. She could see his half arousal in the outline of his pants. She stared at it dazed for an instant by the sight and the touch of his knee on her own. She then raised her gaze to meet his own. "Thank God David wasn't there." Jack pressed his knee between her own, then knelt and parted her legs at the same time. He held her there, he knees under his arms, and held her chin in his hand. His gaze was murder and determination. "I told you to never say that name in front of me." His thumb pulled her bottom lip down slowly. He watched her pulse beat under her scarf then he said again, "it was necessary." Panic closed in sharply. Taylor decided to make a break for it. In an instant she leapt from the chair and sprang towards the bed. He caught her just as her knee landed on the edge of the first one. He pressed her face down to the mattress, her feet hanging off the bed. He pressed his own body down on top of hers and pulled her back until she was bent over the edge of the bed. His hips were pressed to hers and his chest now bare warmed her back. She fought him. She was horrified that her body was responding heatedly to him even as her brain was trying to find means of escape. He held her hands against the bed and kissed her ear. "Taylor," he spoke hotly in her ear. His tongue traced the lobe, flicking slowly at the inner most part. "When are you going to realize," he pressed her hands into the bed with his own. She could feel his arousal pressing hard against her rounded ass. The feel of him hard and strong against her made her shamefully wet. He knew full well what he was doing. He took the moment of her change from flight to arousal to reach under their bodies for her breasts. He cupped each one in a hand, holding them firmly, then thrusting against her ass with his, "You belong to me." His grip on her chest became harder; he reached for her nipples and pinched them into painful points. His legs covered her own and held her in place. She was bent to his own contours and helpless against the hard arousal running back and forth against her ass cheeks. The intensity of the moment made her moan deep inside herself. It was all he needed. He took his hands and ripped her shirt open in a quick jerk leaving her in the scarf and small white lace bra. She reached to claw at him with her hands but he pressed her back down to the bed with a hand in the small of her back. The other hand moved to flip her skirt up over her ass. He fingered her small lace bikini then slipped two fingers inside against the warm wet mound he was pressing into the edge of the bed. The sound he made was possessive and masculine when he discovered she was hot and sleek under him. Her mind maybe having second thoughts, but her body knew where she belonged. Spreading her legs apart, he inserted his first two fingers inside of her, while his thumb rubbed the inner most part of her passion. She had stopped fighting him. She was fighting herself now, trying not to enjoy the feelings he was giving her. He took this time to undo her bra, and open his own fly. His arousal free, he pressed it against her ass, as his fingers began to pick up their pace working purposely inside of her. She found herself pressing against him. His hands were driving her wild. The nervous energy she had built up waiting for him, waiting to break up had turned into an electrical current of passion. He was slowly drawing her to the edge of her mind in passion. "Tell me," he said low somewhere near her ear. She could feel his chest hot just inches off her back. His fingers continued their sweet torture on her body. His free hand was stroking the middle of her back. Taylor made a sound like a gasp and a groan from the bed. She could only focus on the pleasure that was being brought up inside of her. Jack's hand became more determined working in and out of her body, his other hand gripping a hip and pulling her ass off the bed higher against his own thick shaft. "Tell me Taylor that you're mine." His thumb was pressing harder in small circles against her throbbing clit. His other hand moved to open her petals wider as his arousal slid against the back of her ass. She was close to cumming. He knew this. He felt her tighten on his fingers. He felt the exact moment her body began to move with him instead of trying to keep him from being inside. "Say it," he spoke more forcefully. Taylor clutched at the bed spread and tried to focus on saying no. She felt her engagement ring cutting into her hand and remembered David. She opened her mouth to say no, and found herself on the verge of intense climax instead. At the same moment, he moved his hands, placed them on her hips and held her there. In her aroused state, she let her body speak for her brain and spoke the words that would put her out of her sweet misery. "I'm yours." The words were soft and panted, but it was all Jack needed to hear before he let himself go wild. Quickly he lifted her hips and pressed himself completely inside her wet pussy. When he found himself buried in his lover to the hilt she let out a hard, lusty cry. He began his possession. Slowly and firmly he fucked her. Pulling out to nearly completely then thrusting hard and grinding inside. He took her hands in his and held her ringed finger in front of her. "Open your eyes," he said as he picked up the pace. "I want you to look at this ring when I fuck you." His thrusts were harder than ever before. Her feet bounced off the floor at each impact. "I want you to feel me like this each time you look at the ring another man gave you." The passionate assault continued, building in an intensity that took them both by surprise. Jack bit at her shoulders, gripped at her hands and marked his possession of her with his words at each thrust of their bodies against the bed. The words "you're mine" became a chant of pleasure as he fucked her hard and steady, the only interruption to the chant were Taylor's own cries. They were cries of passion and of a deep sense of knowing that his words were right. She was wearing another man's ring, she even loved the other man but her body and its passions were claimed solely by the man thrusting so forcefully inside of her. As he rode out his way to climax, his hands searched her inner bud again. Pinching it between his fingers, he thrust himself one last time. Hot seed filled her, ran down her leg as she found her own release with him inside. He held her under him as she bucked and rocked in the most intense climax she had ever felt. He held her there long after she had collapsed completely under his thighs. Rolling himself to the side of the bed he stared at her as he caught his breath. She watched him in return; dazed by their encounter for the moment. His jaw was still twitching. There was still anger in his eyes. He pulled her completely on top of him. With his hands he pressed her ass down to cover his slackened penis. He kissed her hard as he held her there, and then pulled her up by her hair to meet his eyes. They were hot with jealous passion and made her melt inside. "Don't ever try to leave me again." Possession To De-Valmont, whose prose is sublime poetry. For you...for reminding me the infinitely erotic power of words. Esto Perpetue... To the readers, those who have stuck with me through thick and slippery ;-) ...who have shared my erotic "wavelength", thank you...there is no story without you to share it with. To the merry band of misfits we call the Sex and Spirituality thread. Seacat, Entitled, RomanticLass73, and of course, my Michael...thank you, for teaching me there is nothing more sensual than strength of character. You are the most amazing people I have never met. ==== Click Here to listen. (27 min/mp3) ==== You've possessed me. Somehow through the miniscule openings of my skin and my soul like a white cloud of desire you've adsorbed yourself into my body, and taken over every single one of my senses. Sight, sound, scent, touch, taste...all is encompassed in the entity that is you. I know nothing but that which is the pleasure I take in your possession of me...and my seduction of you. Tonight, from the second I step out of the shower, I feel you. Even with my back turned toward the door I sense your eyes like silken tentacles wrapping themselves around the curves of my body...seeking, searching for the touch of skin beneath the soft misty wafts of steam lifting the dampness of the shower from me. I close my eyes for a second, enjoying the feeling of my body, weightless floating upon the pillows of steam before turning to look upon you. But when I lift my eyes to the door, an absent, silent emptiness greets me and my soul plummets. In a panic, my eyes search through the dissipating mist for your form. But I find nothing. In a desperate rush I run from the bathroom into our bedroom to find nothing but space in which you do not inhabit. I fall upon the bed, my body till damp, the towel still clutched in my hand resting, rising and falling over the curves and valleys of my body. I flutter; flitter, my soul floundering to find a place to land. I close my eyes to calm the rising terror of having lost you. And I breathe. My ragged breath whirling inside me sends me into a heady, dizzying spin and I feel the blood in my body start to begin its ascent into a headlong rush to the very corners of my body, breathing life into every single inch of skin from the sleeping, slumbering pads of my fingertips, to the damp soft skin between my toes. And as my skin begins to tingle, erupting into life, so does my breath begin to ease. My lips part softly, slow, warm, deep rivers of air traveling over the two full red plums. And once again, I can feel your eyes on me. My eyelids fluttering open I see you sitting at the foot of the bed. You turn to lock your dark eyes on mine. You swallow my soul with your gaze. And I know, that soon, there will no longer exist a you...no longer exist a me, that soon, the intertwining of our bodies and souls will blur the line determined by life and we shall reemerge as a perfect creation of love, lust, pleasure, pain, divine exaltation . I whimper. The distance that lingers between us is a relentless affliction of pain. I reach my hand up, fingers outstretched to touch upon your cheek. You turn your chin and place a tender kiss upon my palm. And place your hand over mine as together they cradle against the roughness of your cheek. You sense a movement and you drag your eyes from mine. Your eyes trail down the length of my arm to find my other hand, fingers long, slender, slowly drawing its way along the glistening skin of my thigh. Up the bone softly pushing its way up to lead my hand upon the round, voluptuousness of my belly. You feel your body begin to stir. My hand continues to travel her way upwards along the path of my skin, stopping to weave intricate patterns of no meaning over the ascending mountain of firm, voluptuous flesh that is my breast. My hand now running circles slowly inward toward the hardening pink tip, I lightly brush my finger over the nub, and arch, the lightest touch sending a jolt of electricity through my being. The towel still weaving among the dips and peaks of my body, you reach for the corner and slide it slowly down the length of me, exposing me, my entire vulnerability, completely to you. I reach for your hand and pull it towards me, letting it linger, teasingly over the soft, pale, inviting valley between my heaving breasts. You sit mesmerized, watching the rising and falling of my hard round nipple and remember the tremor that traveled its way along my being with my light caress. Torturing myself, I lift your hand to hover over the sensitive peak. I arch, straining to feel your cool hand ease the burning searing heat of lust burning beneath the skin. You pull your hand away and I whimper again. But then I feel you lean over me, the weight of your torso across my body, sublime. My ragged breath freezes and the rushing blood stills as you make your descent upon my breast, your mouth opening as your glistening tongue makes his way to the pointed throbbing tip of my nipple. You make contact, the tip of your tongue, hard, tasting the saltiness, the sweetness, of my skin as I moan at the sensation of the hard wetness of your tongue upon my being. The initial tenderness of your tongue now replaced by the hungry urgent nature of your lips, your mouth encompasses my nipple sucking, suckling, reveling in the hardness of my nipple against the softness of my breast. You sigh against my skin, your breath hot, as your mouth continues its assault. The steady growing hardness of your manhood reveals itself to me, the heat exuding from your groin burning against my thigh. I look down to take in the glorious view of your nakedness. Needing to remind myself of the touch, the texture, the soft skin wrapped around the hard throbbing core, I reach for you. You, still immersed in your suckling of my breast hardly notice my movements as my hand reaches you, and with a feather light touch, I brush my finger tips over the length of your shaft lingering upon the hard, throbbing tip of your magnificent cock. I feel your body stiffen on mine as the breath catches in your throat and you gasp. I smile at your response. And continue to reacquaint myself with your hardness, letting my fingers run the length of you, feeling the width, the hardness, the softness of the skin, the delicious curves and valleys. You collapse upon my breast, your lips frozen on my collarbone in a kiss, your breath, in, out, pause...in...pause, then out, ragged, no rhythm, no rhyme as all is dictated by the erratic, erotic rhythm of my fingertips stroking you. Wanting to dictate your pleasure I wrap the fingers of my hand around your circumference and begin a slow, steady, squeezing, gripping stroke. The tips of my fingers grazing the soft sacks below your length before traveling, squeezing, pulsing all the way to the very tip of your cock. Up and down, your gasps and moans a symphony of desire, as your hips, in an imitation of the countless times we've fucked, start to buck, as you endeavor to push yourself deeper, harder against my hand, needing, wanting to let the pleasure build, build to the point of erupting over you in tremors of ecstasy. To punish you for your forwardness I pull my hand off you, and you simper at the sudden absence of sensations traveling from your cock through the branches of your veins to the remainder of your being. You turn your bright eyes to catch the mischievous glint in my own darkening pupils. The latent, wild animal in you stirs...the growl of animalistic sensuality coming alive, as a need to possess me; this being of complexities, of lust and laughter...completely overwhelms you. In a rush, a rage of desire, you lift your body completely atop of me, pressing rib cage upon ribcage, you legs entangling with mine pulling my arms, struggling aloft of my head. But then the wrath becomes tame, and you slide your hand to lift my chin, to guide my eyes to yours. And I dive into you. Through the windows of your soul, to become one with you. I lift my head and press my moist warm lips to yours. And dissolve into an infinite array of particles, a fury of emotions and passion...to embed myself upon the periphery of your body. My lips cleave to yours, urgent, my tongue, insistent, begging to be allowed access to your mouth, for you to breathe life into me. Your hands cradle, tender against my face, holding, caressing, adoring as your tongue slides between our lips to meet mine, in a union of our pent up desire. And as your tongue darts along the length of mine, your hands slides down my body to find the resting place between the valley of my legs. Your leg, pressing against the inside of my thigh, insistent, pushing, goading, pleading for the separation of my legs, succeeds and I spread them open, the heat of my crotch now hot against your naked hip. Your hand, searching, groping, probing finds the soft dampness of my core. Brushing the pads of your fingertips over the quivering labia, moist with my desire for you, I moan against your mouth. The vibrations fill your brain, the raw sound of my arousal again raising the frenzied lust within you. You slide your body down mine, your lips leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses, leading to the secret, sweet, musky gorge of my centre. You sigh softly, your breath caressing the dampness of my arousal, as my scent, the natural perfume of my desire becomes the only air you breathe. Your fingers reach up to gently spread the soft pink lips of my pussy. Opening, the gate to my very core. Your eyes wash over the hardness of my throbbing clitoris, over the pulsing opening to my sweet, pink cunt glistening with my nectar. Drunk with my scent, you know nothing but the craving to taste me. You bring you lips down to envelope my erect clit with a kiss. I quiver. Your moist lips nibbling, flirting, teasing, nuzzling sending shiver after shiver along the column of my spine. My moans, a lilting melody of lust wrapping around you, building, building, building. My hand comes down, to push softly against the back of your head. Momentarily, bidding my clitoris farewell you replace your mouth with the wet pad of your finger, your flicking, circling fast, urgent. You pull away for a second to gaze upon my pulsing cunt, now twinkling in the light cast from the endless drops of my juices. Your tongue slowly makes his way upon the opening...slowly, meticulously, not wanting to miss a second of your very first penetration of me. Pushing through the tightness, you plunge your tongue deep in the burning core of my being. Shuddering as the wave of orgasm builds inside me, you delicately pluck the strings of my desire with your ministrations. My breaths, my moans, my sighs building, building, building. Pulling your circling finger from my clit you raise your mouth once more to my sweet little knot and graze your teeth over the hood and in one movement thrust your finger deep into me as you again drop your lips surrounding my clitoris with the warm wetness of your mouth. And I climax. You lick, lap, suckle at my cunt, now aflood with my come as I quake with the intensity, the complete abandonedness of orgasm. My body a quivering, quaking mess you drag yourself atop of me once more. Calming my shivers with the soft caresses of your fingers and lips over my skin, now damp with the effort of climax. As my breath calm, you lie back upon the bed and pull my weight onto you. Feeling my thigh brush across your hardness, the match of desire sparks again alight in my soul. Looking down onto your face, the face I've known a thousand years, yet have never seen, I drop my lips onto yours. The saltiness of my climax still cleaving to your lips. My hand snakes along your form until it comes to a rest at the base of your cock. I wrap my hand around the now familiar hardness, as you moan. You pull away from me, and whisper, huskily, urgently into my neck, "make love to me with your sweet mouth, my love". I smile at you. I drag my body down, down, down, my hair brushing over your skin until I am at eye level with my stroking, squeezing hand. I linger just over the tip of your cock, feeling every cell in your body strain toward my mouth. I drop a wet long kiss onto the throbbing tip of your cock, before pushing down, my moist full lips spreading over the head, over the rim, traveling in a tight sucking tunnel down the entire length of your shaft. I swallow, and you gasp at the sensation of my throat squeezing on you. I drag my lips back up to the head, lingering around the rim, needing, craving to hear you moan as my lips caress the seam of your throbbing cock. Your head thrown back, your hand resting upon your forehead you know only of the pleasure of the softness of my lips upon your pulsing manhood. I suck, the delicious hardness of the head of your cock in my mouth, my tongue teasing with the tip, sliding over, around, into the soft little hole, urging, summoning the first reluctant drops of your juices. My hand pumping the shaft, milking, squeezing, your rock hard cock, as my mouth continues to engulf you. You reward me with my first taste of you, my mouth exploding with the sudden flavor of your desire. My fingers reach down to softly cup your balls and you jerk. You breaths, your moans, you constant whisperings of , "Oh, God", fills my ears and urge me on. My mouth and tongue a whir of sucking and licking, tasting, teasing, as I make love to your cock. Your balls in my hand start to tighten, and I feel your hips begin to buck uncontrollable. I stop all movement. You tear your arm away from your forehead and turn your pleading eyes to me. I ignore you. Knowing your curiosity will soon be satisfied. I climb over you, straddle you, my hot pulsing pussy wet against the pit of your belly. I grind, pushing myself down on you, your hardness pushing up against the soft curved cushions of my ass. You arch, buck, your movements urgent, needing to rush, crash towards your release. I lift myself up taking your throbbing length in my hand. My eyes dark, in anticipation of the moment of ultimate possession, dare you to look away. You strain with the effort to hold my gaze as I run the throbbing tip of your cock along the wet hardness of my clitoris. I move you, my hand trembling with desire, to the soft inviting opening of me. And in a moment that time abandons, and earth stops turning, we finally become one. I slide my body down to meet yours, wrapping your cock with a velvet pulsing glove. I gasp at the exquisite intrusion of my body and soul, as you arch, plunging deeper into me, into the endless abyss. I feel your cock expand, pressing against each fiber of my cunt, delving deeper, deeper. I brace my hands upon your chest, my fingers scratching, clawing, as I lift my hips only to slide back down onto your hard pounding length. Your hands find my hips grasping at them, lifting then pulling me back down towards you, each thrust dragging a moan from me. I squeeze on you...and you groan, the tightness of me clutching every single inch of you, creating an endless tunnel into which you drive, delve, pound, thrust to find the very core. And it builds, with each thrust I feel the tremors in you increase, as mine threaten to erupt over me. We groan and thrust a fury of sexual animalistic sounds and movements. Fucking, fucking, fucking..."Come with me, my love", I call out to you. My voice almost unrecognizable, thick with lust and the pleasure and pain of orgasm. And I begin to shake with the wracking tremors of climax. My cunt clutching your pounding cock. You plunge into me one last time, as you arch and grunt, your body quaking with the endless waves of ecstasy washing over an over you. Your seed splashing against the walls of my cunt, as you empty yourself into me. I collapse upon your chest. My hands roaming your body, needing to still feel as one with you, my lips lightly running over the angry red lines I've clawed upon your chest. Our bodies lie in the afterglow, shivering, shuddering from the intensity our lunatic lovemaking. I drag my face up to meet yours. You smile at me. Breaking my heart. You brush the errant wisps of hair covering my eye as I look away. The moment too intense, the emotion too much to bear. You turn my chin, forcing my eyes to yours, lifting your lips to mine. To meet, for one perfect kiss. You pull away, You smile again, knowing you have succeeded. Possession. Possession Be ready at three. I want you to be wearing the thin black leather collar I bought for you. The one with the delicate filigree silver chain. I want everyone to understand you are mine today. Mine to command. Don't worry about the rest of what to wear, it will be taken care of. Its time to go now. Our car is waiting. Was that hesitation in your eyes? You know there can be no hesitation, just obedience today. The driver knows where to take us. He's taken me there before. The store is off the main streets and has only a dark mahogany placard discretely placed near the entrance. It's a bright natural light that fills the room as we enter. The delicately arranged nooks holding clothing are almost an anomaly from the stark outer look of the shop. Four or five woman are moving through the shop touching and looking at the clothes in almost an erotic manner. You can start to see why. The selections run from the softest of leather tops to silks and pashminas. I pick out a pair of silk French panties, stockings and a caramel leather top that feels as thin and soft as cashmere. I stop you as you try to head to the changing area. Instead I point to a broad pedestal covered by a Persian carpet. Three stairs lead gently up to the circular pedestal in the center of the room. The natural light seems to have gently highlighted this spot in the room, just for this moment. I take your hand and walk you up the stairs. "Take off your clothes - slowly" I whisper to you in a firm voice sweetened by lust. You notice the way the women in the store have stopped their browsing. As if they had been waiting for just this moment. You have a chance to look around now. These women would not be out of place is a board room. Clean and neat suits, hairstyles that say expensive and a look in their eyes that you don't fully understand. I love watching the way you undress, so deliberate, so sensual. Until you are standing naked, the silver chain gently swaying between your full breasts. The chains seems to be purposefully sliding back and forth against your smooth shaven lips. I can tell already how excited you are. Your lips have changed to that sunset red color and the first telltale glistening has started to show. "Start with the stockings" is what you hear faintly above the pounding in your ears. You notice that the two saleswomen have moved. They have assumed positions on all fours in front of the two most elegantly dressed women. From your vantage point you notice the way their shorts skirts ride up exposing the shaved lips and open asses. They have begun to lick and nibble the women in front of them. Another women has slid her skirt down to her knees and slid her hand into her panties. The last has taken a seat, reclined with her legs spread and has started to move her fingers obscenely in and out of herself. By the time you are dressed in the clothes I've picked out there is already a heavy scent of sex in the room. Then you hear my command. The words "I want you on your knees" will run through you head for days to come. I start up the steps to join you. The thick and heavy strap-on moving obscenely as I climb. Standing in front of you I look down at your open and willing face. So beautiful. Your eyes catch me off guard as they have so many times before. I watch just them as your mouth starts to slide over the cock that has been warmed against me thighs. Deeper and deeper. The soft moans that surround us have begun to increase in intensity. I need to be inside of you. "turn around and get on all fours". I know where you want my cock. So tight there, so tight. I hear your first gasp as I put the tip against your ass. Slowly, achingly slow I move forward. You can't seem to wait as I feel you push back hard against me, causing me to sink deeply inside of you. I reach my hands around and an stunned at how wet you are. Then the motion of our bodies start to accelerate. I can't hold back my own passion as wave after wave runs though me. Its time for the other women. You are to lay still on the rug. You'll feel nothing other than their tongues running over your body, but you are not allowed to move, to show pleasure. You'll save that for me alone. Possession I'm on my knee's facing the head of the bed, my hand's are cuffed to the headboard. My body naked, thigh's spread so that all that I submit to you is open to your possession. I can't see you, but I can feel your eyes moving over every inch of my exposed body. I can feel my cunt moistening with anticipation of your touch; I'm finding it hard to keep still for your inspection. I hear the rustle of your clothes as you move to the side of the bed, the slight brush of your fingers along my spine. I arch into your touch with a moan, my eyes closing at the intense feeling. My eyes snap open as you reach the nape of my neck, fisting your hand in my hair and bringing my face up to look at you. Your eyes, so intense cause shiver's to explode down my body and my cunt to clench and drip. "Tell me slut. Who do you belong to?" "You Master," I reply. "And what is your purpose slut?" "To submit to your every command Master, to please you in any manner you require." "And your pleasure, slut?" "This slut's pleasure is your pleasure Master." "And when may my slut cum?" you ask, with a slight tightening of your fist in my hair. I gasp and answer, "This slut may cum only with your permission Master." I see satisfaction gleam in your eyes, and my cunt releases a drop of juice onto my quivering thigh at the knowledge that I have pleased you. Your hand still tangled in my hair, your other moves to the front of your pants. I hear the button slip from its hole, your zip rip into the silence. I try to hold your gaze, but I want.......... No........ I NEED to see you. My eyes drop to the front of your pants just as you ease your hard cock from the opening. I feel my body flare with a heated lust I've never felt before. My tongue slips from my mouth to moisten suddenly dry lips, my juices running freely down my thighs. "Pleasure me, slut," you say, as you use your hand in my hair to guide my mouth to your cock. I lick the moisture from its tip, and then take it into the warm depth of my mouth. I moan at the exquisite taste of you on my tongue......exploring over every inch of your shaft as I fuck my mouth over you. Your hand tightens in my hair as you command, "Take me deeper, slut!" Relaxing the muscles in my throat, I start to take you deeper. I am struggling within myself, wanting my hands free so I can plunge fingers into my dripping, clenching cunt, but also wanting this........... to be bound and at your mercy. Once my throat is accustomed to your length and girth, I begin to plunge my mouth up and down your thick shaft. Sucking and licking, I try to devour you. "Look at me, slut!" I raise my eyes to yours. Your eyes possessive as they look upon your cock disappearing to the balls down my throat. You take over, fucking my mouth and throat as though it were my cunt. I'm moaning constantly around your length, sending vibrations along every inch of your shaft. A sharp tug on my hair and you've released your cock from my mouth. I moan in disappointment. "Your mouth is a delightful distraction my pet, but my wish now is to discover what other delights can be found with my possession." As you move to the foot of the bed, I can hear the rustle of you discarding your clothes. I shiver in anticipation, my cunt dripping down my quivering thighs. I feel the bed dip at my feet as you position yourself behind me. I jump as your hand falls gently to my upthrust ass. Your hand travels down the slope and between the crease, lightly caressing over my exposed anus. I feel the need to wriggle and push back against your hand, but I hold myself still knowing that would displease you. Your hand dips into the folds of my wet sex, lightly grazing my swollen folds with your fingertips. "My, my, you are a horny little slut. Your cunt is dripping with lust." I forget myself and push my cunt into your hand. Immediately you pull your hand from me. 'SMACK!' I squeal at the unexpected feel of your hand dropping hard and fast onto my ass. "Did I give you permission to move slut!?" "No Master, please forgive this slut" "No, I don't think I will just yet. I think you need a little punishment before we continue," he replied. "Don't you agree?" "Y..y..yes Master." "I think just a spanking for this small infraction. Beg for your punishment slut." "Please Master, punish this slut. She deserves to be punished for forgetting herself." 'SMACK!' Your hand lands hard on my left ass cheek. 'SMACK!' Again on the right. Back and forth you spank my ass a dozen times. I can feel my ass heating up, my cunt dripping more with every spank. Just as I'm about to lose my control and start to move, you stop. "Thankyou Master," I gasp. "Just remember your place slut, and do not disobey me again." "Yes Master." "Now where was I? Ah yes." You place your hand back at my wet and swollen cunt. I stay as still as I can, trying not to tempt you to discard your explorations again. You dip one, two, three fingers into me. I moan at the stretching of my muscles. At the sound, you start to plunge your fingers in and out of my cunt; your knuckles banging against my swollen clit with every thrust. I'm moaning constantly at the feel of your hard fingers, stretching and pulling at my inner flesh. I can feel the heat moving through my body, the pressure building. Suddenly your fingers are gone and I'm empty. I just catch myself before a groan of disappointment slips from my lips. You grab my hips and plunge balls deep into my cunt with one thrust; plunging hard and deep. "Oh yes Master, please fuck this slut!" You stop with your cock filling my cunt completely. "You want me to fuck you my pet?" "Yes Master, please." "You beg so prettily, let me hear you beg some more." "Please Master, fuck this slut's cunt. She needs to feel you stretching her, taking her, making her yours, forever," I pant. "How do you want me to fuck you my pet? Hard and deep or slow and shallow?" you breathe against my neck. "Please Master, fuck this slut hard and deep. Please!" You pull back till your cock is just sitting inside the entrance of my cunt. Then suddenly you grab my hair at the nape of my neck and pull me back onto your cock as you plunge forward, driving your cock hard and deep into my cunt. I scream in pain and pleasure as you do as I begged. Fucking me hard and deep, using my hair as the reins with which you control me. "Oh fuck! Yes Master, fuck this sluts cunt." I scream. "God! You're such a tight slut, my pet." You grunt as you plunge faster into my grasping cunt, pulling harder on my hair. The heat is building faster this time, the inferno racing through my veins, bringing me closer to the edge. "Please Master, may this slut cum? "Not yet, my pet. We are not finished yet, you will control yourself till I say you may let go." You reply with a sharp tug on my hair. Then your cock is gone from my cunt, I whimper and almost beg for you to give it back to me. Then I feel you pushing at the entrance to my ass. I'm apprehensive but I want it, I need you to fuck my ass. "Ahh, a new hole for my inspection. Did you follow the instructions you were given earlier slut?" "Yes Master, this slut cleansed herself completely as you instructed Master." "Good!" Was your reply just before you plunged your cock into my ass. I screamed as my muscles protested your intrusion, but I quickly relaxed and let you slide all the way. The pain quickly morphed into the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. "Oh god, Master! You cock feels so good in this slut's ass." I moan. "Yessss...... Such a tight assed slut you are." You reply as you renew your grip in my hair and plunge deep and hard, in and out of my ass. I'm moaning constantly at the pleasure pain of you fucking my ass. "Master, please, please let this slut cum. She's so hot, so full; your cock is so hard and thick in my ass." "Beg me some more as I think about it slut. I'm enjoying my pet's ass for now." You start to fuck my ass harder, using my hair as leverage. "Oh fuck! Please Master, this slut doesn't know how much longer she can hold on. Please may she cum, please Master." The hand that isn't tangled in my hair moves down into my dripping sex. As you plunge deep into my cunt, you pull and tug my clit. "Please Master, may this slut cum?" I scream. My body racked with tremors as I try desperately to hold on. You drive deeply one last time into my clenching ass, and pinch my clit hard. "Cum for me slut, cum hard for your Master!" The force of your hot cum pouring into my burning ass, the pain from your fingers and the need to obey you, drive me over the edge. I scream as my sphincter muscles clamp down on your cock, my body shaking uncontrollably with intense pleasure and pain. I slump down on the bed, trembling in the aftermath. You pull your cock from my ass and release my hair, stroking it back from my damp face. "Oh yes, I'm very pleased with my new possession. You've pleased your Master well this day, my pet." I smile as I drift into sleep, dreaming of my captivity. Possession She woke from dreams where she was trapped in ice, immobile; eyes wide open but only perceiving the outside world as multicoloured shadows. She tried to stretch her arms, to reach out to the side of the bed for some familiar object, or even up to the pillow, just to be certain she was anchored again to reality, but she could not move. She shivered, and realized she was lying on her stomach, on top of the sheets, completely nude. Her thoughts still clouded, she tried to at least kick her feet back under the covers, but was not able to. She opened her eyes and saw only darkness, no matter which way she turned her head. "Good, you're waking up," a deep, smoky voice said just beside her ear, and her whole body arched in surprise. The chill of the morning air could suddenly reach her belly, her nipples, between her legs, and she sunk back down again. She could feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, and the pounding of her pulse, as if somewhere in another room a washer was cycling through a load. All at once, his hand was on her, his palm sliding down the small of her back, the ridges of his rough fingertips catching slightly against her skin, and his smell was suddenly just beside her face as the mattress shifted beneath his weight. She could tell by scent alone that he was naked already, and aroused. That she was so intimately acquainted with the slightest details of his body, when it was only a week ago they'd become lovers, was itself an indication of how completely she had given herself to him. His hand drifted lower, possessively caressing the rise of her ass, his index finger gently stroking along the cleft. He bent his face to her shoulder, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath, and then his tongue traced delicately along the ridge of the blade before withdrawing. Before the burning heat of the first connection between palm and bottom washed through her body, she heard the sound, echoing from the corners of the small bedroom. Without her vision, it somehow seemed even louder, as if outside, birds must be leaping startled from telephone wires, and passers-by must be staring up at the windows of the building. The ripples of the impact made her whole body shudder, and she could feel the blood rush to the surface. Somewhere in her throat, she made a mewling sound, but she knew not to cry out. Not yet. Slowly, gently, he caressed her skin with a touch lighter than the air currents that had chilled her. He kissed the side of her neck, sucking at the skin, nibbling slightly with his canine teeth. Then, all at once, again: like the crack of a whip, or the sudden attack of a cobra in a nature special, a blaze of pain that spread before she was even certain it had happened. That was the one thing she hated, the quickness of it all; she tried to savour the afterglow each time, to allow it to suffuse her body like the warmth of drinking wine. She squeezed her eyes tighter shut behind the blindfold, so even the field of her vision shone red. Like a storm increasing in fury, he spanked her harder, the tempo increasing to a steady, staccato beat up and down the slope of her ass, down the tops of her thighs, driving her body against the mattress as if it were another lover below her, shoving hard into her pelvis, grinding roughly against her until the hood of her clitoris was lifted and the sensitive flesh beneath was shoved hard into the sheets. She rocked her hips forward with each impact, heightening the sensation, struggling against her restraints as much for show as from any desire to take a more active role, then pushed smoothly back up waiting for the next crash, obediently, offering her cherry-red bottom for his further use and abuse. He knelt on the mattress beside her by this point, she could feel that his weight was distributed now along a tripod – his two knees, and the free hand – and he was close enough that, in between the lightning flashes of each powerful stroke, she could feel the pendulum of his maddeningly erect cock rub up against the outside of her thigh, or her hip, or along the raw flesh of one cheek as he bent down to kiss a path along her spine. The tip was slick, gliding wetly, skating across her skin, and that was when she couldn't hold back a moan any longer – luckily, he smacked her harder than ever just at that moment, and she turned it into a cry. If he knew how badly she wanted him, it would become part of the torture to hold himself back. He kept beating on her ass, forcing her down, and she could feel the first stirrings, between the heat, of something deeper, something more – the welling up of an orgasm to come, filling the void darkly, like blood rising to fill the valley of a cut. She began to pant, rocking harder against the bed, crying out and pushing back into each smack, forcing the tempo faster. In a move that was half regaining control and half a reward, he almost-brutally slid three fingers of his free hand beneath her and into her cunt, impaling her on them, and she screamed, the rising pleasure jumping from simmer to a rolling boil, almost beyond the point of no return – – and then he withdrew for a moment, drawing her back from the brink, though she whimpered and arched her back against him, trying to force herself back into his hands. Suddenly, he was behind her, removing the restraints from her feet, lifting her to her knees, his hands on her hips, thumbs pressed deep into the stinging flesh of her cheeks. She hung there, hands still tied to the headboard, dangling on her knees, off-balance and unsure, still tremblingly close to the barely-retreating flood of pleasure. She shook her head, inarticulately begging, trying to sense what was next. And in a moment, he was inside her, his body covering hers, belly pressed tight into the ache of her ass, his cock stirring the only heat she needed then. She tried to push back, but all she could do was hold herself from falling, from collapsing back down to the sheet as he filled her, as he swelled in her slick, willing grip, as he fucked her savagely, biting at her neck, pulling her against him hard and fast. He growled, deep in his throat, battering into her again and again, and she could feel her body respond, feel the sudden lurch and fall, spiralling into the void of that orgasm, a razorblade's width from overflowing – and then he burst, flooding her with his violent heat, and that was it, she embraced the moment, let it overtake her, and she came, sobbing gratefully, sweat dripping from the tips of her hair, down her nose, warm rivulets of their combined eruption flowing down her thighs until she could hold herself no longer, and sank blissfully into the embrace of the sheets. By the time he had unbound her and removed the blindfold, so he could cradle her close in the circle of his arms, she was already half-asleep. The air, which had seemed too cool such a short time ago, was now soothing, and she welcomed its caress. She curled her head in against his chest and let everything fall away for another time.