5 comments/ 60867 views/ 9 favorites Velvet Chains Ch. 01 By: demonspet Tied to the bed, she was helpless, her only clothing the scarves that held her prisoner, and the collar she was refusing to admit was around her neck. Frantically, her heart beat, the drum keeping time to the fear growing inside her. She hears the door open, and turning her head, she sees that the candles providing the light for the room she is in do little to help her see the face of her tormentor, for she can hardly believe she would be here of her own free will. The bed dips to accommodate the weight of the man as he crawls towards her. His hands trail up her body as he moves, stopping to pinch here and to fondle there. As he comes level to her face, she finds herself looking into light blue eyes, and sees a smile empty of any gentleness. Suddenly, he dips his head down and she screams, for not only does it feel as though he is trying to bite her breast off, but he has plunged himself inside her to the hilt. Raking his nails down her sides as he begins rocking the bed, his growls fill her ears as her scream fills the room. Anise sits up, fumbling for the alarm that is both salvation and torment, her body echoing the sensations left over from her dream. Unsure as to whether she is scared from her nightmare, or aroused from the erotic dream, Anise checks herself to make sure everything is as it should be. No scarves check. No collar, check. Both breasts check. Bite marks, nope. Ok, good. Out of curiosity, her hand wanders between her legs. The most intense orgasm washes over as her finger brushes her clit, bowing her back in pleasure and an involuntary scream escapes her. Ok, she decides, definitely not a nightmare. After her shower, she stands in front of her open closet, trying to decide between plain black and pinstripe, and opts for navy blue. Wanting to disperse the feeling of not being in control that lingers from last night's dream, she totally throws her system out of whack and wears a knee length skirt. Even though today is Thursday. Eh, she thinks, the world will not end because I wear a skirt one day early. Then again, the world may not realize the absurdity of its ending based on her choice of clothing. She grabs a pair of slacks to take to work .Just in case. Running down the hall at the office, she cannot believe the day she is having. First, she missed the bus, so she had to run back to the house to hop in the car. So much for holding onto that $3.97, a gallon and she had been sitting on a little less than a full tank for two weeks. Then it seemed as though EVERY red light from her street to the office building was just waiting for her, oh, look, it's Anise...RED LIGHT. Ha, ha, red means you cannot go anywhere. Which means precious minutes wasted waiting for the idiot in front of her to stop talking on the cell long enough to realize the light had changed and to GO! Already. Not to mention the fact that she decided about half way to the office that a skirt one day early might just cause the Apocalypse and the line to the ladies' at her corner 7-eleven was long. Moreover, she was trying hard not to think about the busted out button on her slacks. Which really surprised her as it shot off from her waist and landed somewhere in the car as she was doing 80 down the freeway .She would be lucky enough to be the first person to die of a lost button. So, here she was, counting the steps from the elevator to her cube, button-less slacks slung over her shoulder, as she had changed in her car in the parking garage. Hair falling in cascading waves to the small of her back (did she mention the broken hair clippie-thing? No? Well, guess what) and late of all things. Mindy poked her head over their combined wall and after one look at Anise's face, prudently disappeared back to her own four-walled kingdom. After a few moments of silence, Mindy's voice breached the boundary of solitude in a whisper. "Annie, you seem to be a little late." "You also seem to have lost whatever it is that keeps your hair up." In spite of the growl, she thought she heard her friend's state of dress, or in Annie's case, lack thereof Mindy could not hold back the tide of teasing at her friend's expense. "Is that a skirt? I thought skirts were only for "TGIF"? You know, the whole payday, the week is over thing? Are you ok?' Annie was well known to her small circle of friends for habits that seemed a bit, well, much. They blamed the OCD and contented themselves with throwing out various numbers when they noticed her in one of her counting fugues. "Mindy my day is going so wrong I can practically feel the jaws of doom opening beneath my feet. We will talk at later, ok. I need to catch up on a few things and my personality is so less than perky right now. Yep, I am late, my hair clippie thing broke, and yes, I am in a skirt. Moreover, as you seem to be fascinated with my clothes today, I forgot to put on a pair of panties this morning, Gossip done for now. I need to do a PCS for NCIU." By lunchtime, she was exhausted. Damn, Annie thought, I never realized how much fake cheeriness took out of a person. Meeting up with Mindy and Shannon at their favorite spot in the break-nick area, Anise was surprised to feel a headache sneaking up on her. Ok, if not surprised, disappointed. After the night, she had, and the rushed morning, it seemed as though everything that could go wrong, was going to. "Mindy, Shay, there is no way I can do the girly, gossip thing today. I am going to just go back upstairs and try to relax for an hour or so. We can meet up tonight or something, ok?" Shay looked up in acknowledgement, gave her a sympathetic look, and waved her away. Already involved in her lunchtime book, she returned to reading her newest Kresley Cole novel. Every now and then throwing out a comment to let Mindy know she was paying attention to her. Mindy just nodded in understanding, having heard the strain in her voice with the last call she had received. Deciding that the stairs were preferable to an elevator full of chatty co-workers, Annie started the long trek back up to the eighth floor. By the third floor, she had her heels in her hand, thankful her toenails were braggingly pretty in pink. By the sixth floor, she was convinced she was having a heart attack, and it somehow had something to do with her inability to lift her legs another step. "Ok, I need a breather. No fake cheer, no one sticking their nosy head over our wall, and no mystery men fucking me to a screaming orgasm. Damn it, no stupid alarm to interrupt the best part." So saying, Anise plopped as softly as she could, but with much feeling on the stair, she found herself on, and pulled out her cell phone. Entering the website she wanted, she lost herself to the online erotica site she convinced herself she stumbled onto, devouring word after word of the piece she had discovered last night. While reading an interesting scene involving a buxom blonde, two hard-ons and a swing, she was surprised to find that she was rather turned on. Ok, in all honestly, "rather turned on" as in, "if someone doesn't do me now, I'm going to die." Two years without anything between her legs that was not attached to her own hand was coming back to kick her in the ass. "Damn, I have got to get laid. Soon and hard." "I'd be happy to oblige, but I have a meeting in twenty minutes, and you are in my way" The deep voice coming from somewhere above her shoulders scared the hell out of her, and she let out the girly-est scream possible before stopping herself. After watching the cute red head for five minutes as she sat on the step below him, Cain Andrews wondered what had her so engrossed that she had not heard him coming down the stairs. She had not budged a muscle when he tried to excuse himself to pass her. At first thinking her just rude, he was about to respond in kind when she made such an inviting comment. Never one to let down a beautiful woman in distress Cain felt himself responding to her verbal observation. "Oh, excuse me! I am so sorry!" Anise was mortified. Embarrassment was obvious in every move she made. From just standing up, to straightening her clothes and fixing her hair, took all the self-control she had. Unknown to her, the feminine response to any uncomfortable situation to fix her appearance was just highlighting her otherwise well hidden charms. Cain watched appreciatively as the woman's hands smoothed out her clothing, resting his gaze on her chest and allowing his eyes to follow her hands as they slid down her body. He took the last step to bring him onto the landing causing the woman to back into the wall, eyes widening in alarm. Anise felt the man's gaze on her she fixed her clothing and in spite of her better judgment, made sure to take her time as she was smoothing out the wrinkles. The glimpse she had gotten of him was enough to see the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen, and hair so black it was almost blue. Not to mention a quick glimpse of a body that most women would kill to get their hands on. Or his mouth. Speaking of mouths, the mental image of what she wanted his mouth doing to her was enough to almost have her orgasm on the spot. He took the final step down to the landing and Anise backed up as far as she could bumping into the wall in her haste to get away from her tempting interruption. "Hi, my name is Cain Andrews, and you are?" "Oh, um, Anise, Anise Drake. Sorry, I um, did not hear you." She laughed nervously her eyes darting to her cell phone, which was at Cain's feet. Cain caught the direction of her gaze and bent down. "Well, Anise Drake, let's see what could hold your attention for the five minutes I have been trying to get by you." Gasping in alarm Anise tried to stop him, but not only was he extremely good looking, he was also extremely fast. Cain looked at the cell phone in his hand and started to read. After a few moments, he looked at the woman in front of him and began to read aloud. "The man pumped in and out of her dripping hole, and Amber eagerly sucked the cock that forced its way into her mouth. She moaned in pleasure at the hands that grabbed her tits from behind, loving the way it felt as they were squeezed, and her nipples were pinched. The man fucking her mouth was groaning in pure pleasure, and needing little encouragement, the buxom blonde doubled her efforts to swallow him as the man behind her began bucking his hips and moaning that he was about to come deep in her tight whole." Not only had she been caught reading what was inappropriate material at work, she was realizing where she had heard his name before. "Wait, did you say Andrews? Cain Andrews? Aren't you the New Projects manager for the east coast division? Mr. Andrews, I am so sorry, I promise it will never happen again I seriously did not mean to get so engrossed in that, and I never would have kept you waiting like this..." Her voice trailed off as she realized she sounded like a school girl brought before the principal for discipline .Crossing her arms protectively over her breasts, Anise looked up to see Mr. Andrews staring at her. "Um, Mr. Andrews your meeting?" she whispered trying to nudge him gone. "Oh yes, my meeting. Give me just a moment." So saying, Cain pulled out his cell phone, called his brother and cancelled their lunch meeting. "Sorry, bro, something came up at the office. I am going to be a little late. Why don't you go ahead and order an appetizer and a few drinks on me? All right, be there as soon as I can." Setting his briefcase down, Cain walked forward until he had Anise pressed against the wall. With him, practically sharing the space she was in, Anise had no doubt on her mind about what had come up at the office. "Now, Ms. Drake, about your rude manners, and this, material you have been reading on company time, there will have to be disciplinary action taken." He whispered as his hand trailed up her thigh and beneath her skirt. She gasped as his hand found her and moaned as he slid a finger inside of her. "Ms. Drake, we will also be discussing your choice of undergarments for the office. Or in this instance, your lack of." His finger pumped in and out of her as his thumb circled her clit, sending delicious shivers up and down her spine. Bending down Cain kissed her mouth, gently at first, then with a hunger, that possessed, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth in imitation of what his finger was doing below. Trying hard not to voice how good he was making her feel, Anise was finding it hard to not only gather her thought but to remember why what they were doing was wrong. "Oh." She moaned. Gasping she moaned again. "Oh. OH, oh, god!" She whispered, frantically pumping her hips. Cain's other hand reached up to fondle her breast slipping inside her shirt to gently pinch her nipple. Anise had wrapped her arms around his neck to get as much of his mouth as she could, and looked up in confusion when the amazing sensations between her legs suddenly stopped. "What...?" She started to ask, when she felt something pushing inside of her that was definitely not a finger. "Oh, yesss, that's it." Cain groaned as he started moving in and out of her. He grabbed her ass to lift her up, wanting to be deeper inside of her, and unbuttoned her blouse to free a breast from its confinement, to be engulfed in his mouth. Sucking on a nipple, Cain pumped slowly, loving the way Anise's tightness gripped his cock, as though reluctant to let him leave. "Oh, oh god. Yess...oh, yes." Anise moaned, unable to keep quiet, reaching around to grab Cain's ass to bring him deeper inside of her. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, she groaned with each deep thrust. Cain was in heaven. With every thrust, he felt himself getting closer to cumming, and Anise had an exquisite body that he could not keep his hands or mouth off of, as was clearly shown by the various love bites he had marked her with. He started to push in and out of her faster and faster the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the air. Wanting her to cum with him, Cain reached down and started to finger her clit as he thrust. "Oh, yeah, that's it. Come on; ah yes...God, Anise. We don't have much time, come on, baby, come for me." Cain felt Anise start to spasm and kissed her, trying to muffle the screams as she came around him. With a last few frantic thrusts, he ground himself against her, holding her as close against him as he could as he exploded inside of her, groaning his release into her mouth. They were leaning against the wall, gasping, trying to catch their breath. Cain pulled out of Anise, and stuffed himself back into his slacks. He helped Anise catch her balance, and helped her fix her clothing. He leaned against her, bending down to tenderly kiss her, loving the way she tasted, wanting to pull her to ground and shove his cock into her mouth . With a final kiss, Cain gathered his things, turned and continued down the stairs. Velvet Chains Ch. 02 After sneaking her way to the bathroom, Anise sat in the stall, cleaning herself, wondering if there were any outward signs of what she had done. Or, any others besides the love bites that covered her breasts, her messed up hair, kiss swollen lips and the cum that would not stop leaking out of her puss. Having never fucked a potential new employer at work before, she was unsure how to go about the office as though nothing had happened. Therefore, instead of facing her co-workers, and her best friends, she claimed a migraine, and copped out for the remainder of the day. Pulling into her driveway, all she could think of was bed. She let herself in the front door, walked to the fridge and grabbed a coke. Now that she was home, her computer was calling to her, and she was too weak to ignore it. After kicking off her shoes, Anise logged in too her online journal, and wrote about her dream and her day at work. Looking over her day in writing, she was not sure whether she should be proud or mortified that her day read like one of the sex stories she seemed to be addicted to. Wondering why she had let things go as far as she had, Anise was lost in thought as she relived her time in the stairwell, and concluded it was all Cain Andrews' fault. If he had just gone on his way, nothing would have happened. Feeling justified in her thinking she turned off her computer, and decided to have a nice long soak in the tub. After her bath, she was flipping through the channels on the television, and was not expecting the phone to ring. Thinking it was either Melinda or Shay wondering what had happened to her after lunch, she answered. "Hello." "Hello, Ms Drake. Or, may I call you Anise, considering how we are a few steps beyond a first name basis after our time together?" His voice was the last she expected to hear. The shivers running up and down her spine combined with the moisture gathering between her legs were convincing her it would be a bad idea to continue this conversation. "Mr. Andrews I do not remember giving you my number or permission to use my given name. What do you want?" "Well Ms Drake, you did submit an application to my department. Are you still interested in the available position or should I look elsewhere?" Cain let the amusement he felt as her hostility fill his voice. Considering she had sex with him just that day, she was unsure as to the code of ethics involved in her current situation. But, damn, she needed that promotion. "Mr. Andrews, considering I banged you in the stairwell earlier today, I am not sure accepting a position with your department would be a good idea." She waited a few heartbeats. "Having said that, yes, I am definitely interested in the position you have available." She waited for his response. "Good. Meet me in my office tomorrow at five thirty." Anise released the breath she had not realized she was holding. "The building starts closing down at five. Isn't that an unusual time to conduct an interview?" "Well, you can always miss another half day of work." "No it's fine. I need to catch up on a few things anyway. I'll see you tomorrow at five thirty." "Good." Without saying good-bye, he hung up. The next day, Anise waited until five with all sorts of butterflies in her stomach. She could barely eat the salad she decided on for lunch thinking light was better than an empty stomach. She was so nervous, even Mindy left her alone, refraining from her usual teasing. By five-fifteen, she had gathered her things and was on her way to Mr. Andrew's office. Figures, she thought, the man had an entire floor practically to his self, half for his team, the other half his. Well, at least he should be easy to find. Leaving the elevator on the ninth floor, she was met by his secretary. She was obviously expected, as she was shown immediately into Mr. Andrew's office. An office that had a magnificent view. But no Mr. Andrews. "He'll be right with you, Ms. Drake; he had a last minute meeting. Help yourself to any refreshments and make yourself as comfortable as possible. Security has been informed of the situation, and will be more than happy to see you to your car at whatever time your appointment with Mr. Andrews ends." With that mini speech over, Anise watched the woman gather her things, and leave. "Well, at least she showed me where to go before she left." Anise grumbled to herself. She knew five-thirty was an awkward time for an interview. Whatever possessed the man to choose a time when they would practically have the building to themselves, she would never understand. Placing her things by a chair, she removed her sweater, set it down by her things and walked over to the window. Expecting to go out with her friends after work, she had worn a dress a little daring to work, but had compromised with the sweater. A white strapless dress that was held up by the sheer will of her breasts, and ended in a thigh length flared skirt. She wore nothing underneath but a pair of butterfly thongs. The button up sweater was necessary because the dress had no back, and was a bit sexier than was appropriate for work. All in all, she thought she looked pretty hot, and had even bought some cute heeled sandals to complete the outfit. Cain stood there for a few minutes, watching her as she stared out of the window. Just the sight of her was enough to make his pants a little too tight, his mouth a little too dry. Smiling, he mentally shook himself. "Ms. Drake. Sorry to have kept you waiting. I see Michelle took care of you before she left. Is there anything you need before we get started?" "Um, no, sir, we can begin whenever you are ready." At her shy smile of welcome, Cain decided he like the way "Sir" sounded from her lips. He wanted to make her mean it. "Ok, go ahead and have a seat, I have already looked over your resume, and while it is quite impressive, I need to know what you think you can bring to this department that any of the other numerous candidates I have interviewed cannot." Cain avidly watched her as she sat and smoothed her dress, really getting into the view of her cleavage jiggling with every movement. Her mind went blank. Sitting across from him all she could think of was him thrusting inside of her. To give herself a few moments to collect her thoughts, she straightened her dress, mind working furiously to answer a question she always had trouble with. "Well, Mr. Andrews, I do have extensive of the business involved in the company. As you know, I started in Customer Service, and moved up from there. I feel completely comfortable in working on any task until it is completed, and do not stop when my assignment is done. I have been branching over into the Solutions department, and have worked in the field, collecting and presenting data to the field reps, as needed." She paused to catch her breath, and to gauge his reaction. He sat across from her, leaned back in his chair, looking very relaxed, writing something every now and then on a pad he had in front of him. He looked up as he realized she was not talking any more, and smiled. "Ms Drake, I am going to be honest. You are not qualified for this position, not in any sense of the word." "Mr. Andrews I do not understand. If I am unacceptable for this position, why did you call me? Why have me come in for an interview if I was not good? Did you find it amusing?" "Actually, yes I do. That and I just wanted to see you again." He smiled at the confusion his words caused her. God, he thought, he was going to enjoy her. "And yes, I found it very amusing." She gathered her things, and was at the door when he came up behind her. Her bags fell, as she felt him pushing her up against the door, felt his hands on her body, cupping her breasts. His mouth was on the side of her neck, and one hand had worked her skirt up to fondle her beneath her panties. "No, Mr. Andrews, please stop. I cannot do this, yesterday never should have happened. I really can't..." Her sentence ended on a low moan as he plunged a finger inside of her and slowly moved it in and out. "Anise, you can and will do this, because I have the perfect solution to your little problem. Michelle is leaving. She found a position elsewhere. You my dear are to be my new assistant. I can guarantee you the same pay she had, which is considerably larger than yours now, plus the extra for knowing the business side of things." She heard the sound of a zipper, and then he pushed her panties to the side and entered her from behind. Groaning, he slipped the straps off her shoulders, and bared her to the room, naked from the waist up. Cupping her breasts, he began thrusting in and out of her. "God, I needed this...Damn, girl, you're tight" With one hand on her tit, and the other pulling her head back by her hair so he could kiss her, Cain started fucking her, loving the gasping little cries of pain she was making. "And, as my assistant, I have an excuse to take you with me on any business trips I need to make." He pulled her away from the door far enough to bend her over, and began pumping in and out of her, faster and harder, until she was screaming with every thrust. Holding her up by cupping her breasts, he continued fucking her, and bent down to bit the side of her neck. The sound of pain that escaped her lips was music to his ears, and the harder he pumped, the louder she screamed, as he was furiously nibbling at her neck. He pinched and squeezed at will, and even slapped her ass a few times, just to see his mark on her skin. "Please, stop! Oh, god, you're hurting me...Oh, please, stop, don't..." suddenly she went limp in his arms, mewling with each thrust he made. Cain continued thrusting. Her breathy screams urged him on, closer to coming, until he gave a shout, and pushed as far as he could inside of her, and stayed there for a few minutes as he shot his load. "Anise, you will begin your new position on Monday. My office hours are eight to four thirty, please be on time." He helped her get dressed, promising himself next time; he would come in her mouth. "As for office attire, wear skirts. Also, Ms. Drake, no more panties." This time they left together, and he waved security off to see her to her car himself. Velvet Chains Ch. 03 As they drove down the street, Anise tried numerous times to start a conversation. After the third attempt, she gave up and let the sound of Cain's humming fill the car. After about ten minutes, she thought she was going to go crazy. "Cain, where are we going? Do you realize how late it is? I do not think you are following the directions to my house at all. Actually, I know you are not. Please tell me what is going on." The humming stopped. He looked at her and smiled. "Well, before we start working together on Monday, I thought we could have a bit of a training session." "I have no clue what you are talking about. Training? What is so important that it cannot wait until orientation? I may be slightly drunk but am not in the least bit stupid." Cain almost laughed at the look that came over her face as she realized what she just said. "Well at least I am not going home with a total stranger." She muttered, admitting, at least to herself she was more than slightly four sheets to the wind. And nowhere near her brainiest. "What I have in mind is more personal in nature. As I said in the parking lot back there, Anise, I have considered you mine from the moment I found you reading in the stairwell. And as mine, there are a few things you need to understand." They drove in silence for a few minutes. "The story you were reading, was it the first one, or one of many?" Anise felt herself blushing. "Um, there might have been a few more." She softly admitted. "What would you say if I told you I could give you everything you have read about and more? Make all the fantasies you have always been too scared to share come true?" "Cain, I don't know what you must think of me, well, no actually, I think I do. I do not randomly have sex at work. I have never before fucked my way to a promotion, and I do not suck dick to get a ride. I do not understand why I keep acting this way around you, but if we are going to work together, this has got to stop." "Oh but Anise, I do not want it to stop. I quite enjoy the wanton behavior, your eagerness to please. You do want to please me don't you?" Anise remained silent, unsure of what her answer might be. They finally pulled onto a residential street, eventually stopping in the driveway of a house far enough away from its neighbors to allow for quite a bit of privacy. Cain put the car in park and turned off the ignition. After turning to be able to see her as he spoke. He continued their conversation. "For every person like you, who has the need to submit, to have your darkest, deepest, strongest desires forced (this said with a small smile) on you, there are people like me. I can fulfill your need to serve, to be made to do what you have only read about, drooled about, and then thought yourself depraved for even thinking it. There is a world for those like us. These past few encounters are a sip of what could be between us, what you could experience." "I think I am a little bit scared, actually. I really am out of my league, and this is a lot to take in after two martinis and a bit of Black Velvet. I am not very ignorant; I have been doing some research. You would be shocked at what you can really find out on the internet. Not to mention those stores, the ones most of us sneak past, hoping the pervs don't notice us. And then you realize you are just as perverted as they are; only they are honest enough to admit it." He laughed. "No Anise. Not perverted, deprived or unnatural. There is nothing wrong with our desires being a little darker than what society considers normal, what most people giggle about. As long as all parties agree, and no one is hurt, well no more than they want to be, and it is a turn on in some way, it's ok. There is pleasure to be found in everything you do, and I want to help you find it, and hopefully be the cause of some of it." Anise was quiet for a few minutes. This was a little unexpected. So much for telling herself, she was stopping the whole sex with her boss thing she had going on. She realized this was something she found too tempting to pass up, and thought of a few of her favorite stories. Doing any of that in real life had never occurred to her. Moreover, to have the chance to let go and just, well, do it, land in her lap? Whom was she kidding? "Ok, what do I have to do?" Cain smiled."Are you saying yes?" "Yes, I am." "Oh, thank god. Come here." She scooted over, and found herself sitting in his lap. Her back against his chest, she enjoyed the feeling of safety she found in his arms. She felt his hands on her shoulder and leaned back. Cain let his hands roam, loving the way her skin felt .He unzipped her dress, deciding he liked her habit of wearing clothes that made it impossible to wear a bra. Sliding the straps down her shoulders, he cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing and pulling on them just hard enough to make Anise gasp in surprise. He kissed her neck, nipping just a bit as his hands pinched her nipples. "I want you to put your hands on the steering wheel. No matter what, do not remove them. If you do, you will be punished. Stand up just a little bit." She did as he told her to, and heard the sound of a zipper. "Oh, yeah, much better." He lifted her skirt and told her to sit back down. When she did, she felt his cock pressing against her ass, and shivered in both anticipation and fear. "You want this so bad, don't you? Been wet for me since the parking lot, haven't you? God this is going to feel so good." He slid a hand down her side, pausing at the juncture of her thighs. He chuckled as she squirmed. Cain fingered her clit, while his other hand massaged a breast. Anise moaned. Who knew sitting in a car god knew where with her boss finger fucking her would feel this damn good? "That's it. That's my good little girl. Feels good doesn't it. How about this?" He slid a finger inside her pussy, still fingering her clit, and heard a low moan. "Oh, my god." She whispered. "No, I asked you a question. Answer me. Does this feel good?" "Yes." "Yes what? Think Anise. Remember your research. What is the correct answer?" "Yes. Yes Sir?" It came out as a question, the feeling good kind of making her lose her focus. He kissed the side of her neck as a reward. "Now, is it right that my little girl is enjoying all this attention while I am sitting here suffering? Sir has need of you Anise. Ask how you may please your Sir." Cain stopped finger fucking her to give her a chance to gather her wits. "How, how may I please you...Sir?" The question came in a soft voice, full of fear dripping with desire, but it was asked. "I need to be inside of you. Ask me Anise. Ask me to fuck you. Say please. Tell me how much you need me inside you." "Please...Sir, please, fuck me. Oh, god, I need you inside me. Please? Make me feel good." Cain lifted her up high enough to enter her and shuddered at how wet, how good it felt as her pussy swallowed him. "Remember what I said about your hands. Now, Anise, fuck me." He waited a few minutes for her to get her bearings, and groaned in relief when she started slowly rocking her hips. He cupped her breasts and guided how fast or slow he wanted her to move by how hard he squeezed. The car was rocking in time with their rhythm, and Anise's breathy squeals were providing an erotic soundtrack. Cain had a nipple in each hand and was squeezing in time to her pumping hips, the whole time whispering in her ear. "That's it. Oh, god, that's a good girl. Come on, move those hips. Oh, yeah. God you're wet." Anise wasn't sure if she was in heaven or hell. Something this bad should not feel so damn good. As she rocked her hips against him, she felt him pinching her nipples, and every squeeze was like a bolt of lightning straight between her legs. "God, Anise, that's good. Yeah just like that. Come on my little cumslut, fuck me. Show me how much you want this. Ah, yeah, ah fuck yeah." He nibbled the side of her neck, and bit down, wanting to mark her as his for the world to see. And felt Anise shudder and clamp down around him as she came, her screams echoing in the small car. Cain felt himself explode inside her, almost screaming himself, but instead bit the flesh between his teeth, and held Anise in place by squeezing her breasts as hard as he could. He laughed as he struggled to catch his breath. "God, Anise we are going to have so much fun." "And you can let go of the steering wheel now." Velvet Chains Ch. 04 They stayed in the car for a few more minutes Cain eventually opening the driver's side door to let some cool air in. He nuzzled the side of her neck, running a hand up and down her spine, to try to calm her down. "Are you ready to go inside poppet?" he whispered in her ear. "Yes, I think so." She sighed, smiling to herself. "What is the correct answer? Consider this your first lesson, my pet. I will correct you verbally only once. Try again. Are you ready to go inside?" Anise took a deep breath and whispered, "yes Sir, I am ready if you are." He kissed her cheek in reward. "Good girl. Walk to the door as you are. No one is awake at this hour, and I want to watch you. Here are the keys; this one is the house key. After you unlock the door, strip, and kneel in the middle of the room with your hands behind your head. This will be your second lesson. Do as you were told, poppet." Anise exited the car, breasts bare to anyone awake and peeking out of their window. She walked slowly but confidently to the door, and let herself in. She stood just inside the doorway for a few minutes before mentally shaking herself and took a deep breath. Can't back out now, she thinks, and lets her dress fall to the floor. Slipping out of her shoes, she again walks slowly but with confidence to the middle of the room and kneels, facing the door and clasps her hands behind her head. At a sound, she looks up to see Cain leaned against the door frame, eyes glued to her. There is a hunger in his eyes she has never seen before; a look of possessiveness that should in all honesty scare the hell out of her. Instead of fear, she feels the secret her respond, the Anise that enjoys the feel of a man's hands on her backside, the person that loves the way it feels when she does the most menial task for her man. As Cain stands in the doorway he loosens his tie, takes it off. He unbuttons his shirt, takes it off as well, and walks towards her as it falls to the floor. He lets a hand cup one of her breasts, and squeezes gently, rolling a nipple between his fingers. Pulling up just a little, he makes Anise kneel with her back as straight as possible. He smiles as he watches her struggle to keep her balance. He walks behind her, gathers her hair in his hand and pulls, causing her to bend backwards, stretching her as far as she can go. He holds her there, her back bent in a perfect arch, breasts displayed proudly for his pleasure, dancing before his eyes as Anise gasps in pain, in pleasure at his touch. He reaches down with his other hand and again plays with her breasts. Lightly slapping them to make them dance, pinching her nipples so they are erect and begging for his mouth. Standing over her he enjoys seeing her like this, at his mercy, and he is debating as to whether or not he has any. He lets go of her, and steps back. He fingers the flogger laid across the back of the couch, put there just before he left to go pick up his wayward assistant. "Anise, on your hands and knees." She obeys without thinking, wondering if he is going to fuck her again or just tease her, when she feels a stinging across her backside. She gasps in pain and surprise. Cain brought the flogger down again smiling as he saw the marks left behind. Once more, the flogger sailed through the air to kiss Anise on her back. By the fourth time she was screaming in pain and shock, by the eighth time she was gasping in pleasure. By the time Cain finished at ten, she was moaning and thrusting her ass towards him like a cat in heat, her backside so sensitive that when Cain placed his hands on her ass, she could have sworn she had an orgasm just from his touch. "Oh, poppet, I don't know whether I should fuck you, or eat you. How wet are you? Are you soaking for me?" The touch of his finger as it slides inside of her pussy is heavenly, and as he begins to finger fuck her, she realizes she is pumping back against his finger for all she's worth, and she is actually begging for more. "Please, Cain..oh, god, please, more..ooo fuck ..ahh.!" She regresses into moans and sighs, unable to form words at this point. All she knows is that she is being teased to death, and if something bigger than a finger isn't inside of her soon, she is going to die. Cain watches her as she rides his fingers, and slips his index finger into her ass, the double grip of her almost making him come. He decides to play for as long as they are both able. He uses his other hand to unzip his pants, releasing his cock from its prison. He uses Anise's juices to lube himself and slips just the head inside of her pussy. Her moan of satisfaction is music to his ears, and he teases her clit with the tip of his dick as he fingers her asshole. After about seven to eight minutes of this slow teasing, he realizes her needs her underneath him, he needs to pound into her soft flesh until she understands that she is his, her body is his. Rolling her onto her back, he spreads her legs apart, and slowly enters her, releasing a breath he did not know he was holding. Slowly, he began fucking her, hitting hard when their hips met. He fingered her clit until she held herself open for him of her own accord. He leaned to grasp a breast in his hand and rolled the nipple between his fingers, then bent to suck it. Cain discovers he can't get enough of her, of her body, of her cries as he fucks her, of how she begs. She is begging him to not stop, for more, always more, and hard, god it has to be hard. And he is. He doesn't think he's ever been this hard before in his life. As he feels her orgasm getting nearer, he leans down to whisper in her ear. "Fuck, Anise. God you feel good. Do you like this, does my dick feel good? Shit, you are so sweet, that's it moan for me, let me hear you, come on, baby, scream for me, show me you like this." Anise can't believe the sounds she is hearing are coming out of her mouth. After a few minutes she doesn't care, because the feel of Cain as he shoves in and out of her is painfully good, that pleasure that is so sweet, it hurts, and you would walk over hot coals to make it last. "Oh, my god, oh, fuck. Oh, yes, Cain, oh god please fuck me. Mmmm, yes, oh, yes, oh, god that feels good..ooo, Cain, ah, ah yes.." And then she is screaming, screaming from the pleasure, screaming as every atom of her being is shattered in an electric shock that bows her back lifting them both off of the floor. And she feels Cain start pounding into her like a man possessed as she convulses around him, and then he is groaning as he comes inside of her, calling her his poppet, his pet, and she knows that her life just got interesting. She realizes that he is an addiction. And she can't wait for her next fix. The next morning she wakes on the floor beside his bed, and is a little sore from more than the amazing sex from the night before. She sits up and stretches taking her time, looking around, and is startled to see the pair of blue eyes staring back at her. "Good morning, poppet. Did you sleep well?" "Yes, Sir, I did." He smiled at her response, and leaned down to kiss her cheek tenderly. "Now, one of your duties when we are on a business trip is to wake me in the morning. We will be reserving two rooms, but using only one of them, unless something interesting was to happen. When you wake me in the morning, I do not want you to call my name or expect me to wake to an alarm clock. You are to use your mouth. Shall we have a practice round?" Anise watches as he makes himself comfortable on the bed, a confused look on her face. Practice round? What is the man babbling about? Why would she use her mouth to...? Cain almost laughs aloud as he watches Anise muddle through his instructions. She was no virgin but she was as innocent as one. Oh, the joy to be had in training innocents. Anise moves to the foot of the bed, crawling per her instructions the previous night. She slowly raises herself to slither towards him, being sure to kiss here, and nibble a bit there. She ignores his groin altogether, going instead for his chest, the chiseled proof of his workouts too tempting to resist. She attacks his nipples with her tongue, going from one to the other in timed intervals. When he pulls her from his chest to furiously kiss her mouth, she feels a hand fondling her breast, and leans into it, enjoying the sensation traveling straight to her clit. Breaking away from his mouth, Anise begins to lick and kiss her way down his chest, making her way along what Shay had once called a happy trail. Based on the gasps she was hearing, Anise was beginning to understand the term. Cain's legs fell open, and his hand pushed in an obvious...suggestion of where she was to concentrate her endeavors next, but she boldly ignored his demand. His stomach fascinates her, covered by a light dusting of hair and hard, again the proof of his obsessional workouts. She cups his tummy with her hands, scrapping along the plains with her nails. He lets out a sigh that is as sweet as music to her ears, thinking she has the upper hand in this round of seduction, she is shocked to feel the hands in her hair. Cain yanks her hair, forcibly putting her mouth level with his cock. At her refusal to obey his unspoken command, he frees one hand from her hair and reaches down to close off her nose. Anise, unable to hold her breath any longer, gasps to prevent herself from passing out. Instead of sweet refreshing air, she inhales the dick she refused to suck just seconds before. He chuckles as he leisurely pumps in and out of the mouth he finds so fascinating. Using her hair as though they were reins, he demands she take him deeper, faster, or slower, enjoying the sounds of protest she was making. At the feel of a slap, he looked down into her furious eyes. Anise was pissed. Who did he think he was? Forcing himself on her like that? "Cain, that's not what I wanted. I was enjoying myself till you shoved your dick down my throat. Talk about major mood kill." She rolled to get off of the bed, determined to show her displeasure. A hand in her hair stopped her. Cain grabbed her by the hair and spun her around, pushing her down onto her knees on the bed. Furious at her show of disrespect, not to mention disobedience, she had after agreed to his terms, Cain forced her hands behind her head. Finding her hands trapped , she looks at him, and can't decide if she is scared shitless or horny as hell at the furious look upon his face. "No, poppet, you do not have a choice. You do not say no to me, you don't refuse my cock, be it in your pussy, your mouth or your ass. If I keep your charms for myself or whore you out , when you agreed to my terms, you became mine. This can be done where we both gain pleasure from it, or I can be the only one to enjoy it, either way, open your mouth." She decided immediately, she was not going to. Glaring at him in defiance, she turns her head, pointedly ignoring the cock staring her in the face. "Oh, this is going to be a bad start to our day, poppet." So saying, Cain lets go with one hand and slaps her across the face. Not hard enough to bruise, but enough to get her attention. "Open." She refuses, but the slap brings tears to her eyes. She shakes her head no. Cain puts a knee on the bed, bringing her head down lower, curving her back, and bringing her ass higher up. Again a slight slap. "Open." Again she refuses. Cain is now completely on the bed, and using one hand to keep both of hers trapped, he maneuvers until he is behind her. "I don't understand why you have to be so difficult. We were both enjoying our bit of morning play. I thought you understood, but apparently, a lesson is in order. So be it. This is going to hurt like a son of a bitch, well, you at least. I on the other hand am in all honesty going to enjoy this." Anise lets out a small scream as his hand lands across her ass. Again and again, he spanks her until she can't decide whether to scream in pain or gasp for a breath. Her ass is on fire and there is nothing she can do trapped as she is. Finally the beating stops, and Anise is relieved to feel her hands being released. Struggling to catch both her breath and fleeing dignity, the touch at the seam of her ass startles her, and she begins her struggling all over again. Cain pins her to the bed, and despite her struggling, gets his cock positioned at the tight opening of her ass. All gentleness aside, he shoves the head in. and works until he is buried to the hilt. Anise is crying at the pain of this new invasion. Not only is her ass hurting from being spanked, but the pain is unbearable from her ass being raped, because there was no gentleness in this act. Cain began pumping in and out, heedless of the screams and tears of his poppet, lost in the feel of her ass gripping him as he pumped in and out. He reaches around with one hand and grabs a breast, squeezing in time with the movement of his hips. He leans down to whisper in her ear, positive that this time she will listen. "One more time poppet. You. Are. Mine." He emphasizes each word with a thrust and squeeze. "Mine to fuck. Mine to beat. Mine to give to whomever I want to see between these sexy legs of yours." To her surprise and embarrassment, Anise feels the rush of an orgasm rapidly approaching, not at the pumping of Cain's thighs, but at the words he was whispering in her ear. "Mine." Pump and squeeze. Anise gasps in surprise. "Mine." Pump and squeeze. He hears a moan from beneath him. "MINE." He growls in her ear, and with a final thrust, he comes as deep in her as he can get, and distantly hears her screaming her own orgasm.