0 comments/ 65936 views/ 2 favorites Never Say No By: CeceliaSkye The faintest hint of moonlight seeps through the Trees, as she leans her flushed face against the coolness of the night windowpane. The night sky is beautiful, yet almost frightening. Trying hard to collect her thoughts, to still her racing mind and heart with the only sound in the room her quickened breath. Why did they have to argue? "Every couple argues" she thinks to herself. Why did I have to put my walls up and push him away? I promised to never say no, but when he tried to pull me against his hardness, I angrily shoved him away." "No." she had shouted at him. In his eyes she saw anger and disappointment. Sighing, she silently calls to him with her mind... "Do not listen to my words this evening my love, listen instead to my heart. Give me another chance to say yes instead." He left earlier though, with the muttered words "Don't bother to wait up for me." She knows that he is angry, and she also knows she wont see him before morning. "God, I need a distraction." Pushing her guilt aside, she decides to head down stairs for a cup of tea. She freezes, intense fear gripping her as the shadow moves across the room toward her. "Please no." she whispers as the shadowy figure reaches her. Roughly her arm is twisted painfully behind her back. a blind fold quickly tied round her head. As she opens her mouth to scream another strong hand covers her mouth, a whispered voice in her ear. "Shut up bitch, or you will regret it." A realization moves through her mind, a knowing. She knows instinctively it is him, her lover. She would know him in any time or place, or lifetime for that matter. "I know you are angry, I am sorry, forgive me for my temper earlier, " "I said shut up bitch, did I give you permission to speak?" He roughly grasps her hair pulling her head painfully back. Hard lips slam down on hers, his tongue roughly moves into her mouth. She instinctively responds, moving her tongue to join with his. He bites hard on her lip, causing her to scream out. "No pleasure for you whore." She pauses for a moment, fear returning. Maybe it is not he. It feels like it is him, but he would never demean her in this way. But then again, she had never said no to him before. "You are my bitch this evening, my whore, your only purpose is to satisfy my lust, do you understand me slut?" As the words are whispered into her ear, he grasps the front of her nightgown and tears it violently from her body. "Mine to use as I wish." She feels familiar teasing fingers begin to stroke her breasts... She moans and pushes her breasts closer to the hot hands. "No Pleasure bitch!" She screams out as he roughly grasps and twists her sensitive nipples. Pulling her by her nipples he laughs as he moves her towards him. "Mine." He bites down sharply on first one already throbbing nipple. Then even harder on the other. Real tears begin to run down her face. Besides the physical pain, she feels another deeper pain. She has displeased him. She feels humiliation, and with that humiliation, desire. Strong intense desire to totally submit to this humbling experience. He is roughly squeezing her full ass now as he continues to greedily bite and suck her swollen breasts. Pure Lust moves through her body. "Use me, make me your bitch." Instinctively she moves her hips to grind her wet pussy against him. "On your knees whore, look at you just like a bitch in heat." Roughly he pushes her down on her knees, so harshly she falls forward, face first on the floor. "Get up!" SLAP, a hard hand hits her bare ass. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Over and over again, and as he spanks harder, she lifts her ass higher, shamelessly wanting more punishment. He continues to spank her ass long and hard, occasionally ramming his fingers into her dripping cunt. "God I love having you groveling for my punishment slut." "Now, up, on your knees, you will serve me now." Wordlessly, without hesitation she eagerly rises to her knees, flinching as her sore ass rests against her heels. Her blindfold is slowly removed. It is he. Her love. His face is stern and forbidding. His dark eyes wild with his control of her. Their eyes meet, and hold for what seems to be an eternal moment. "You will never say no to me again, do I make myself clear?" She silently nods, tears still streaming down her face. She feels all of his intensity, like a storm moving through her being. "Now, you will serve me." She knows what he demands. Silently she reaches out and unzipping his pants, she frees his hard throbbing cock. Hot wet desire trembling between her legs as she gently begins to lick and suckle the cock she adores so much. "No!" "You will take it bitch, I will fuck your mouth hard and fast, and you will take it all!" "Open now!" Harshly, he grasps her hair and slams his huge throbbing cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Her first reaction is to gag and to pull back. He was having none of her resistance this night. Almost violently he pulls her hair, moving his cock in and out, in and out of her hot wet sucking mouth. Under the relentless assault her throat opens up, her mouth and throat become like a tight wet hot cunt. Her sole purpose to serve his lust and to bring him pleasure. She feels herself begin to orgasm with the thought. As her pussy contracts, so does her mouth around his cock. She reaches around and eagerly grabs his ass, using her hands to move him faster and deeper into her mouth. Tasting his pre cum, she greedily sucks harder and harder. Her only thoughts... "Cum down my throat, cum down my throat." Moaning, sucking, sucking ... she tastes more of him. Her tongue furiously licking the underside of his now sensitive cock, he moves toward climax. "Take it bitch!!" He feels his cum closer now, wanting it, yet wanting also to prolong the hot hard sucking his sweet bitch is giving to him. "Cum down my throat," he hears her in his mind. Shaking almost violently, he thrusts hard, hot spurting cum hits the back of her throat. He almost falls forward with the intensity of his release. She suckles him gently now, licking every inch of his cock and balls, so as not to miss a single drop of his precious essence. Her body convulsing in a slow long sweet cum. As the trembling subsides they remain wrapped around one another. She slowly raises up until she is looking into his eyes. "You will never say no to me again." He whispers into her mind... Never say No It had been a frustrating day, projects not on time, people not where they were supposed to be. Now to top it all off, we had a business dinner to go to. I called my little one and let her know to be ready to leave as soon as I got home. Since we would be out with "straights" she was allowed to wear a "proper" dress, panties, but no bra, and her black satin choker instead of her usual collar. When I arrived home, she, as she is supposed to, was waiting at the door for me, ready to go to the damn dinner. She was wearing a black mini dress that was properly tight, showing off her fine figure. The neckline was a "scoop" type almost reaching her nipples. Her makeup was perfect, highlighting her features without being apparent. I motioned for her to spin around so I could check her all around. Her long hair was pulled back and held by a sliver clip I had given to her, falling to the middle of her back. The dress was tight enough that I could see the outline of the panties under it. "Very good, little one" I told her. "I need to get ready myself, come." I headed to the dressing room for a quick shave, and a fresh shirt. She followed behind me to assist. In the dressing room I stripped off my coat, tie, and shirt, and went to the sink to shave. She gathered the discarded clothing, and then went to the closet for fresh. As I shaved I watched the in the mirror. Watching her tight ass though the dress caused a familiar stirring, it had been a long day, it was going to be a long night, and I would be much more relaxed... When I finished shaving I turned to find her holding a shirt for me to put on. I took the shirt from her and placed it on the sink counter, and gathered her up in my arms. I bent, kissing her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, letting her know of my need. My hands slid down to her ass and lower to the hem of her dress. When the kiss broke, she pulled back, "Master, no, we can't, we shall be late..." The look in her eyes told me that she saw the flash of anger in mine. Taking the hem of her dress in my hands I yanked them apart tearing the dress all the way up the back. "Noooo..." she wailed, both at having the dress ruined and at her realization of what she had done. Her arms crossed under her breasts as if to hold the torn dress on. I spun her around, holding her with one arm under hers. Pulling the torn dress out of the way I slapped her ass hard enough to leave my hand print though the silk panties she had on. Spanking her again, I told her, "You know better than that! NEVER tell me no!" I slid my restraining arm down to her waist and bent her over by pushing on her back with the other. I than spanked her until both her ass and my hand was bright red. I could see her face in the mirror, tears were streaming down her face and her lips were quivering, but she wasn't saying anything. Still holding her by the waist, I opened the front of my pants, freeing my cock. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and placed my rampant cock between her lips. With one hard thrust I sank myself all the way into her until my belly was against her flaming ass and my balls were rubbing her clit. As I had suspected, she was hot, wet, and ready for the intrusion. Made so by the spanking. "Now, slut, you will show me you still know how to obey," punctuating each word with a thrust of my cock. "I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum all over my cock. I want to feel your cunt quivering around me!" Looking at her face in the mirror I now saw a combination of pleasure, pain, and lust. Her eyes closed and her breath came in little grunting pants. I felt her pussy tighten and grow even moister as her orgasm began. Her eyes were tightly shut, her breath was coming in little "oh, oh, ohs" as I felt the pulsations of her orgasm rippling though her cunt. Her cum coated my cock, making it wet and slick for what was about to come. As I pulled out of her I pushed her down so her head and shoulders were resting on the counter. I held her hips with both hands and placed my cock at the entrance to her sweet, tight ass. Pressing forward while I pulled back on her hips, I slid my cock into her tightness. As I penetrated her I heard her deep intake of breath, followed by a satisfied moan as I reached the end of my thrust. I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. "Do you like that, slut? You like me fucking your ass?" "Oh god," she panted in rhythm with my thrusts, "Yes, master, oh, yes." "You may cum again, slut," I told her, "but not before I do." I pulled out of her until just the very tip of my cock was in her, then slammed back into her, my belly slapping her hot ass with each stroke. This and my thrusts bringing a gasp from her each time. It wasn't long before I felt the tightening of my balls. I gave her several short quick thrusts, then as the cum exploded from my cock, I thrust full into her, pumping it deep into her ass. Tight against her I felt her shaking with her orgasm too. When the tremors of our cumming faded to a bearable level, I pulled out of her and turned her around to look at her. "Go clean yourself up, fix your makeup and hair. You can put on the dark blue dress. Do not shower, or change your panties however." "Yes, Master." She replied meekly, her eyes however were sparkling. The dinner was a great success. Thanks partly to the fact I was now relaxed, but in a great part to my little one. She had the glow of a just and well fucked woman to add to her natural wit and intelligence. She charmed my clients, while their wives shot daggers at her with their eyes. She had a slight squirm to her while she was sitting, misinterpreted by the others as sexual tension, but really caused by her still warm ass. When she danced with the clients, they quickly found out that their roving hands caused no rejection, and once again, thought her movements were caused by their fondling, not from the tenderness. I was very happy when we returned home and little one received a nice reward... But that is another story... Never Say No "Never again!" LaSonia Miles screamed in the large mirror before her. Her reflection looked back at her mockingly. Her beautiful golden eyes, wild and fierce. Her once braided hair unkempt. Hatred and confusion boiling in the depths of her soul. "I love You, God knows I do, but I can not bring myself to do it again!" A second person, a tall male with bright blue eyes walked over to her. "Sonia, my beloved Ebony Queen," he began in his smooth voice, "You can do anything that you put your mind to, don't they teach that in grade school? Besides, I truly do no wish to vex you on any account, but you are the only person who can do this for me." Sonia look at him as if she had never seen him before, "You do not wish to vex me?!" she demanded loudly and heatedly, "Jonathan, You are asking me to betray my family and ruin my name!" Jonathan sat in a large living chair and exhaled, "Sonia, Sonia, your name was ruined when you left with me, you know that. As for your family, must I mention the last time?" Sonia looked out of the large window for an answer but saw nothing but a starless night, "No, Sir...I just thought that I have already proved my loyalty to You," she said, her voice quivering slightly, on the verge of tears. At this, Jonathan got to his feet and walked over to her, "Sonia, you have proved yourself loyal and trustworthy, which is why I treasure you over the others," with this, he rubbed her cheek and wiped her tears, "I can not trust any of the others with a task of this magnitude which is why I summoned you. Now, I will hear no more excuses, my Dear," he declared as he looked down at her with those piercing blue eyes. 'Yes, Sir,' she said lifting her head with pride, never before has he said those wonderful words to her. "Good Girl," he said before kissing her deeply. She turned away and walked out of the warm room. She walked down the long candle-lit hallway until she reached the 'Quarters of the Queens'. A few heads poked out of their rooms to get a better view of her as she walked to her room. "Where have you been?" said a breathy, sensual voice behind her. It belonged to Victoria, the short blonde that resided in the room across from her. "Jonathan summoned me," Sonia replied casually. Victoria hissed at the mentioning of his first name, "You really think you're something, calling Him by His first name, strutting around like you're better than the rest of us. You're not! He looks at us all the same! He doesn't care about you any more than rest of us," she declared loudly. Sonia looked at her with a look of pity and said, "Neither Jonathan or I have ever acted as if I was of more importance than the rest of you, we are all here for the exact same reason, and that is to please Him. I would appreciate if you and the others would stop discussing me behind my back, and I'm sure Jonathan would as well." With this, Victoria slammed her door and Sonia turned on her heel and walked into her own room and laid down on her bed of deep red silk. In awe, she thought about how Jonathan had an army of beautiful women who want nothing more than to please him and would gladly bring him the heads of their own mothers. In no time, she was asleep. Jonathan woke up with a nude brunette with eyes of emerald on the floor next to his bed. He yawned and stretched. He bent down and stroked her hair. She opened her eyes and smiled, "Good Morning, Sir," she said respectfully. 'Good Morning, my beautiful Emerald." He said passionately, "I favor a bath," he added. Emerald stood abruptly at these words. Jonathan's eyes prowled all over her body, and then his expression hardened. "Who said that you could get a piercing?" he demanded. "Sir?" she said, bewildered, her eyes wide with fear. "Your navel!" He yelled angrily, his deep voice echoing off of the high ceiling of his bedroom. "Sir, I've always had this piercing," she said with pleading eyes, "I just put jewelry in it." His expression did not soften, "So you changed your body...without permission?" He said staring at the diamond-and-emerald jewelry hanging from her belly. Without waiting for a reply, he shouted "On your knees!" She got to her knees. 'Over!' he barked. With this, she bent over his lap. He then gave her 15 smacks on her round ass. After every hit, her ass went hot and tears came to her eyes. After all 15, she was sobbing quietly. He then told her to stand up and face him. "I don't like to punish you," he explained, "I think that the jewelry is very sexy, but you must ask for permission. Do you understand me?" he said calmly. "Yes, Sir," she said, still sobbing. "Good Girl, now remove it until you have asked for it properly," he said and kissed her. She nodded as she began to take it out. "I still would like a bath," he reminded her. She stood and he shook his head. "Ah, you've been through enough for now, send me Sonia." Looking slightly disappointed, she nodded and left the room only for Sonia to emerge. "What can I do for you, Jonathan?" she asked casually. "I would like a bath," he said a final time. At this, she walked over to him and walked him to the bathroom. She began to run his bathwater and add sufficient amounts of different soap into the large tub. She sat in the corner and awaited her next orders. They came almost instantly, "Undress me," he said clearly. She walked over to him and removed his robe, then his silk pajama top, and then the matching bottoms. His nice, long erection danced in front of her. He saw the lust in her eyes. "In due time, my Ebony Queen, in due time," he replied smoothly. "Light the candles and turn off the lights," he ordered. Sonia did exactly as he said, then she helped him into the tub. "Wash me," he said plainly. Sonia then washed his shoulders and back until his muscles relaxed. He leaned over and kissed her. "Now, my Ebony Queen, I want you to join me." He stated. Without hesitation, she entered the tub. As a rule of the house she was already naked. The water was warm and soothing to Sonia's skin. She leaned back on the other end of the tub and closed her eyes. Jonathan, on the other hand was carefully eyeing the sight of perfect 36 C breasts, completed with a dark, erect nipple. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She shuddered as she opened her eyes to see his icy blue one's staring back at her. She let out a moan as she tilted her head back. He then inserted 2 fingers into her begging pussy, picking up speed and alternating nipples. "Sit on the side of the tub," he commanded out of full-blown lust. She did as she was told and he began licking her chocolate-colored thighs. He skillfully closed in on her willing pussy; her legs trembled in anticipation of her orgasm. "Did you complete the task that I asked of you, Sonia?" He asked in a whisper as tender as the wind. "Not yet Jonathan," she whispered back, close to climax. He pulled away abruptly, the exhilarating sensation ended suddenly. "Get up, now!" He commanded. She instantaneously abided. "Out of the tub!" He yelled, losing his composure as a gentleman, that's one thing that he never allowed: being told 'No'. She stepped out of the tub, water dripping down her plump ass and succulent thighs. "Over!" He shouted, pointing at the side of the tub. As she bent over, he got out of the tub and walked behind her. As angry as he was at her, he had to admit that she looked like a beautiful, bronze-skinned goddess as she looked up at him, very frightened. Her golden eyes, wide, her hair, beautifully braided; he felt his penis jump impatiently. "Did I tell you to look at me?" He asked harshly. Sonia looked away; this was the worst form of punishment: not being able to look at him. He eyed her beautiful physique. God, he would love to stick his rock hard dick inside of her so much. Then, he thought: 'She would enjoy that; therefore, it would not be a punishment.' He raised his hand and began to spank her; he loved the feeling of her damp skin as he hit her with all his might. To his surprise, he felt her press back onto his hand! Then, he realized that she was enjoying this. He went to the second phase of her punishment. He picked up a candle from the side of the tub and blew it out; the he poured the hot candle wax on her ass. She let out a short, loud squeal. As soon as the pain began, it subsided as the wax dried. She didn't know if this turned her on or not. "Yea, I bet you don't like that, do you, Bitch?" He said, pouring another coat of wax on her ass. She mumbled something that he could not understand. "Jonathan, I'm trying! It's just so hard!" She gasped, her voice hoarse and trembling. "That's 'Sir' to you, and I SAID NO EXCUSES!" He yelled, ripping the dry wax off of her ass. "You did, Sir!" She admitted, 'but I can't!' He felt the anger and frustration building up in his temples. "You can and you will," he said as he smacked her ass, watching it jiggle as only her's could. "Yes, Sir," she said defeated, knowing that he always got what he wanted, look at her now, he had her. "That's what I thought," he said, controlling as ever, as he entered roughly into her pussy. He began to pound her tight, pink pussy with minimal effort.