3 comments/ 20586 views/ 19 favorites Thirsty Ch. 01 By: CrookedStranger Ri came to with a gasp. She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes and leaning her back against the wall. Something about that wall felt wrong, but she was too delirious to focus on that yet. Right now, her priority was on dealing with the pounding headache she seemed to have acquired sometime in the last twelve hours -no doubt a souvenir from the night before. She yawned, and winced at the dryness of her throat and the cottony feeling in her mouth, which left no doubt that she was suffering from what had to be the mother of all hangovers. That, and something else. Ri rubbed at her eyes and let her vision adjust. This isn't my room, she thought blearily, and somewhere at the back of her mind, past the numbness of her hangover, an alarm started to sound. She was in a small space, about four feet wide and twice that in length. Ri stood unsteadily, leaning on the wall for support. It was cold, hard cement. Once she was standing, she was surprised to find that the ceiling was only a few inches higher than her own height of five-nothing. What the hell? Her heart was beginning to beat a little harder, the alarm in the back of her mind growing louder and more insistent, but she willed herself to calm down, trying to think clearly through the hungover fog. This has got to be some kind of joke. Mandy and the others locked me in this closet or basement or something once I passed out. But that couldn't be right, could it? Mandy had gone home with Jake, who they'd met at the club the night before. So then where was she? The club. That was the last thing she remembered. She had been dancing with Mandy, and then danced with a guy -couldn't remember his name, but he'd been cute, and he bought her a drink. Then she'd danced with Mandy some more to make him jealous. Then she let him buy her another drink, and this time when she danced with him she let him get a little more handsy -nothing too scandalous, but even in her hungover state she could remember his hands cupping her breasts over her dress, and the feel of his cock pressing against his jeans as he grinded on her. She'd made out with Mandy a little, too, now that she thought about it. Ri had always been a little bicurious, and while she certainly preferred the attentions of men she'd enjoyed kissing girls when the opportunity arose. She remembered dancing with Mandy, both staggering a little from drink, hands on each other's asses while a circle of even drunker dudes around them cheered. The memory of Mandy's hot, wet tongue in her mouth came to her so suddenly that she became a little aroused. Ri shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Then Mandy had left with Jake, the guy she'd been flirting with all night, and Ri had let another guy buy her a drink. It all went fuzzy after that. Oh my God, I was drugged. Panic rose in her belly, and she struggled vainly to keep it down. Searching for some sign of reassurance, she surveyed the room she found herself in. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all of bare concrete. A white fluorescent light took up part of the ceiling, bathing the room in a harsh, bright light. One wall held what appeared to be a computer monitor, currently blank, and next to it a small camera lens. I'm being watched. Ri shuddered. This was becoming creepier by the second. Where was she, and who the hell had put her here? The haze of her memory held no answers. She leaned against the wall, beginning to feel dizzy and light-headed. God, she was so thirsty. A panel opened in the wall opposite her. A water bottle rolled out. Ri kneeled down and picked it up. The seal was broken, and it was only a quarter full, but it didn't smell funny. Did roofies smell like anything? She couldn't remember. You already got kidnapped, dummy. No point in roofying you again. Right? Somehow accepting the situation like this, however tenuously, put her at ease. She gulped down what little water was in the bottle, but instead of slaking her thirst she only felt more parched. "Please," she said, addressing the computer monitor and the camera beside it. "More." The screen flickered to life, a single word in white type against the black background. THIRSTY? "Yes," she said, and, as a lame afterthought, "Please?" The screen went black again, but did not shut off. Ri heard a sliding sound on the wall beside her. She looked down. There, just inches from her waist, a hole had appeared in the concrete wall, and sticking through it -a cock. It was large, erect, thick. It quivered as it stood outthrust towards Ri, purple veins bulging. "Oh my God!!" she screamed, jerking away from the cock, and winced at the volume of her own voice. The monitor screen flickered to life again. NO MORE WATER. It flashed these words twice, then replaced them with: NOT UNTIL YOU FINISH. "Go to hell," Ri spat, trying to sound braver than she felt. The monitor remained that way, the words NOT UNTIL YOU FINISHED in white text against black screen, and then it went dark again. The cock retreated into the hole, which was promptly covered. This is some kind of sick game, Ri thought. Some kind of sick fucking game. They had to let her out sooner or later, whoever they were. Didn't they? Mandy knows I'm gone...or I hope she does. But she wasn't so sure. The hours ticked away, or at least it felt like hours. There was no way of measuring time in this harshly illuminated cell. That was what it was, after all, a cell. And she was a prisoner, no mistake. Her thirst only grew, her throat dry and her tongue swollen. She tried to spit, just to feel moisture in her mouth, but could not. I'm going to die in here, Ri thought. It was too much. She sank to the floor, wrapped her arms around her knees and began to cry in great, wracking sobs. When she had no tears left, she found herself in a strange state of clarity. She would not die in here. She would survive, and she would find a way to escape. No matter what it took. "Hello?" The screen buzzed to life again. THIRSTY? "Yes." The screen waited. "I'll do it," Ri said, heart pounding. Her mouth felt even drier, if that were possible. The screen flickered off. Within a moment there was the dull scraping noise, and once again the cock emerged from its gloryhole. Ri walked towards it with a strange fluttering in her belly. She steeled herself. She could do this, she knew it. It was just a handjob, Ri told herself. She'd given her fair share of handjobs before. This one wasn't any different. She put her hand tentatively towards the cock, and then decided that it was better to get it over with all at once. She laid her hand on it, feeling it twitch under her fingers. It was warm and pulsing, and a strange mix of revulsion and desire stirred in her. Ri ran her fingers lightly up and down the shaft, pausing at the tip to play with the bulging head. It was a big cock, easily eight or nine inches, much longer than the ones she'd had before, and at least as thick. She grasped it gently but firmly and began to tug, slowly at first, then gradually faster. Her mouth felt so dry. The placement of the gloryhole made it difficult for her to jerk off the cock while standing, so instead she kneeled, careful positioning herself to the side of the cock, facing the monitor screen. She was still wearing the short blue dress from the night before, which barely covered her ass when she stood. Kneeling she felt it ride up so that the bottoms of her cheeks were exposed, and she felt a flush of fresh shame cross her face. Suddenly she just wanted to get it over with. She increased her pace, using both hands now to jerk off the throbbing cock, running her hands up and down its length, paying special attention to the head, now dripping with precum. She felt it pulse and twitch in her hands, and knew that it was nearly over. Just a few more tugs, she thought. Spill it on the floor, and I can drink. The monitor flickered to life. FINISH ON YOU, it said, then flashed, OR STAY THIRSTY. A sinking feeling settled in Ri's stomach like an anchor, but she had no choice but to comply. She positioned herself in front of the cock, jerking it with a frantic desperation. Finally she felt it twitch, shudder, and then a blast of cum shot out from it, landing on the front of her tight little dress. It had a low neckline, and the next load hit her in the chest, just below the neck. Load after load followed, staining her dress and chest. She tried to wipe it away, but it soaked into the fabric, and what did not stayed on her hands. When she tried to wipe it up she only succeeded in spreading it to the rest of her dress. The cock gave a final, shuddering spurt. The last load hit her on the chest and slid down her shirt, and she shivered to feel the wet, warm cum slide down to her nipple, suddenly hard. The cock withdrew, and the gloryhole closed. From behind her Ri heard the sound of the panel opening. Inside was another water bottle -this one full. She took it and drank greedily, downing it all in a few gulps. "More," she gasped. The monitor was dark. Then it flickered to life again, with a new message. WORK FOR IT. There was the familiar grating sound, and the cock reappeared. It looked like the same one, but that couldn't be possible, could it? It was already erect again, ready for another round. Ri bent to her task. Thirsty Ch. 02 She followed him into the tiny bathroom, stood quietly while he turned on and adjusted the water. She appeared to be calm on the outside, but on the inside her emotions were tumbling. She was excited, nervous, anxious, happy, elated all at one time. Her breath caught in her chest when he turned back to her. His eyes were soft and his smile gentle. He stood motionless, and just looked at her. She watched as his eyes slowly wandered over her disheveled appearance. She had a fleeting notion to cover herself, but she knew that wasn't what he wanted. Instead, she stood a little straighter, proud that he took pleasure in looking at her. She took a few short steps to him, closing the distance between them. She ran her hands up his sides, splaying her fingers across his chest, ran them down to his stomach, and back up to his neck. She looked up into his eyes as she kicked off her mules, thus diminishing her height a few inches. With slow calculated movements, she began to unbutton his shirt, her eyes never leaving his. She pulled his shirt free from his trousers, astonished, as her wrist brushed over his crotch that he was hard again. She slid her hands back up his torso and pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. He remained still, but she noticed a slight tremor as her fingers rippled over his chest. She slipped her hands under his t shirt, and stepped even closer to him, as she pulled the t shirt up and over his head. As he shook the shirt off his arm, she took that moment to admire his body. She leaned her face in close and inhaled. With a low throaty moan she let her hands roam all over his torso. Her fingertips brushed over his skin, swirled over his chest. "You have a beautiful body." She whispered, and was rewarded with his rich deep laughter. She brushed her lips across his nipple, and swirled her tongue across his chest to brush her lips across the other nipple. He dragged his hands up to frame her face, and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. He watched her slowly remove his clothing. He saw the tenderness in her eyes turn to passion when she took in his bare chest. He moaned when her lips brushed against his flesh. He needed to taste her lips, pull her lips from his skin. She had no idea of what kind of fire she was playing with. He kissed her softly, intending to squelch some of that fire. It didn't work. She pressed her lips harder to his, and deepened the kiss. Her fingers combed through his hair as she pulled his head to hers. He fought to maintain control. He did not want to hurt her, but the beast within was slowly taking over. He knew her fires were burning out of control, her need for him grew as fast as his for her. He felt her press her bare chest to his as their tongues dueled. The combination of the steamy bathroom, the flesh on flesh contact, and the hunger in their kiss unleashed the beast. He grabbed her ass and lifted her to him. In one long stride he had her back against the cold tiled wall. He ground his cock to her pelvis- she kissed him harder. He pressed his thigh against her heat- she rocked her hips against his thigh. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks – she dug hers into his and pulled him tighter to her. They were evenly matched, desire for desire, want for want, need for need. With a deep primal growl he ripped the bodice of her negligee from her body. She pushed his trousers over his hips in response. He knew she wanted him to fill her, and fill her he would. He called on every inner resource to pull back away from her. She looked at him with hungry bewildered eyes. Her lips were puffed and swollen from the scraping of his beard. Her skin flushed and coated with a nice sheen of sweat. He took a step back to her, and immediately saw relief in her eyes. Instead, he reached forward and yanked up on her g string. He pulled it tight, as it separated her labia. He yanked again and heard her yelp as it dragged across her clit. He grabbed and twisted her nipple with his other hand, and watched her squirm. He toyed with the g string; he loosened and then tightened his grip. He smiled as he watched her eyes grow dark and hard, as though she refused to give in. He chuckled as he saw her body writhe in direct contradiction to what her eyes said. He enjoyed watching her fight herself, although he knew it mattered not in the end. His mind flashed back to only moments before, to that exact moment he felt her submit to him. It was a moment he would relive over and over. The exact moment she gave herself to him. He decided to step up the torment. In one swift movement he tore the g string and threw it across the room. He pushed his fingers between her thighs and shoved two of them up her dripping channel. He held back his groan as he felt her juices coat his fingers. He gave her a slight nod as he pulled on her nipple. He saw her eyes flutter with uncertainty, she was unsure of what his nod meant. A slow smile crept along his face, and his eyes narrowed to slits He was not going to give her any further help. She had challenged him with her eyes, she knew that now. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her. She would show him that she could and would be able to handle and accept his teasing. Now she wondered whether that was the best thing to do. When he ripped the g string off, she had been certain that he'd give her his cock and satisfy the both of them- obviously that didn't happen. She almost came on his fingers when he shoved them up inside her. He just held them deep, there was no more room for him to push deeper, as it was he had her on her toes, and he was still pressing. What was the nod for? What did he expect her to do? What could she do? He had her impaled on his fingers and was squeezing the hell out of her nipple. Good Lord, what did he want? He began to wiggle the fingers rooted inside her. Instantly she felt her knees buckle. She dropped from her toes to flatfoot. As a result his palm cupped her sex; the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. Her hands shot out and gripped his forearms for support. She saw his eyes narrow and began to panic. Her eyes rolled into their sockets as he pinched her nipple harder. She felt her pussy throb against his fingers as a rush of heat settled in her core. She had to decide on something fast, she didn't want to displease him by doing nothing, but on the other hand she ran the risk of not doing what he wanted her to do. She felt his hand twist, causing his hand to rub against her clit. Her hips gyrated involuntarily. She felt herself losing the battle, succumbing to his knowing gestures. She wanted to fly to whatever place he wanted to bring her to, but she knew he wanted something from her. He watched her, intent on her struggle to stay on this earthly plane. He knew she didn't know what he wanted of her. He was content to let it stay that way, for it was nothing in particular he wanted, he just wished to see what she would do. He felt her body melt to his touch, he was pleased at how easy it was to get her to let go now. He kept the pressure of his palm on her clit, but began to move his fingers in and out of her. He heard her moan, and felt her fingers nails dig into his arms. He twisted her nipple harder, and watched her body lean into the twist as she cried out. Her eyes sought his; he just nodded at her again. He grasped the other nipple and pinched. He felt her clamp down on his fingers, as he felt the increase in the flow of her juices. Each time she responded to his finger fucking, he stopped all movement. He watched the frustration wash over her face as she fought against reacting. He knew she couldn't, his woman just needed to move. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, as he repeated that simple phrase to himself again- His woman. He looked at her again, as he pinched and pulled each nipple, swiftly alternating between the two. He drove his fingers deep inside her and waggled them back and forth. She groaned as her head fell back against the wall- her eyes rolled back into their sockets. Damn it, what was the son of a bitch up to! She thought. Why won't he tell me what he expects? He's just waiting for me to do the wrong thing, I know it, but I can't NOT do anything either. Damn it! Oh God, what is he doing to me? I can't hold on much longer. Damn him! She pulled her head off the wall, and stared him deep in the eye, almost defiantly. He looked back, his eyes cold, hard, and calculating. It was almost as if he dared her to move again. It was almost as if he could read her mind, her soul, he knew how to play her body to his rhythm. He tuned her responses to suit his needs. He nodded again, as if answering every question in her head. As if a sudden realization dawned on her, she dropped to her knees, his swollen throbbing cock at her lips. He dragged his honey coated fingers up her body as she sank. She turned her head to his fingers, opened her mouth and eagerly sucked her sweetness from them. She offered a throaty growl as he teased her mouth and lips with the gentle in and out movement of his fingers. This time her hands were free to roam his flesh, and roam they did. She cupped his muscular calves as she leaned into his body. Her breasts grazed his thighs as she rocked her body from side to side. She gently applied pressure as she moved her hands up the back of his legs, around to the front of his thighs. As her tongue lapped and flicked about his digits, her own digits came up to cup and knead his balls. She moaned as she felt the weight of them in her hands. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and loving. It was her turn to show him the attention he had shown her. It was her turn, to feast upon his manhood. She pulled her mouth from his fingers, and kissed his inner thighs. She savored the taste of his skin, as she made her way to his cock. Her fingers encased his thick shaft and squeezed gently. She rolled her face over his balls, and inhaled his masculine scent. She felt a surge of desire flow throughout her body. She gave in to her desire, and rubbed her face all over his groin. She brushed her lips over his shaft over and over- enveloping all that was him to her. She freed her mind of all worries on what was to come and instead let herself go. She sunk even lower and pressed her hand between his thighs to nudge them further apart. Her finger tips grazed his balls and slid farther back, gently massaging the sweet spot between his testes and anus. She heard him moan as he pressed his cock to her face. She pressed her lips to his pulsing shaft, and softly kissed every exposed throbbing inch from the base of his cock up to his thick head. With her free hand, she massaged his balls. She pulled his cock to her lips and lovingly bathed his skin with her tongue, slow soft licks until his flesh glistened with her saliva. Her hips rocked as she slid her lips to the tip of his head and kissed him lightly. She pressed her lips together and pushed slowly. His bulbous head slowly disappeared between the tight seal of her lips, until he popped through into her eager wet mouth. Her tongue swirled his silky flesh, her hands gripped his thighs as she teased his shaft with her lips. She took him in slowly, and pulled back fast, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her tongue pressed flat against him. She felt his hands twist in her hair, as he urged himself deeper in her mouth, each time she pulled back. She heard him growl in frustration, and she knew then that he was pleased. His head fell back as he felt her lips close around him. He closed his eyes and gave into the sensations she was creating, the pleasure that mouth was giving him. He would allow her the latitude to suck him at her pace, although he wanted nothing more than to fuck those beautiful lips again. He enjoyed taking her mouth watching those beautiful eyes grow wider as he forced his cock into her throat. His thoughts traveled back to the feel of her throat closing in around him, how her muscles massaged his cock. He wound his hands in her hair encouraging her to take him in again, but she pulled back. He gripped her head tighter in his hands and growled his frustration. He knew she needed this time to show his cock the attention, her attention. He waited patiently for her to work her mouth down his shaft, his hips rocked with the rhythm she set. He held her head as she fully engulfed his thick throbbing member, and was rewarded with a low lusty moan. She ministered to his cock slowly and eagerly. Her lips caressed his flesh gripping him tight as her mouth plunged lower and lower. She felt his hands grip her head as his hips began to rock. She closed her mouth tighter around him and felt him throb. She took him deeper into her mouth, until her nose was pressed up against his groin. She moaned heartily as his hands held her there. She loved the feel of his cock sliding down her throat; pleased and excited because she felt him slide with ease. She pulled her mouth off quickly, and rolled his shaft and head about her lips, and looked up at him. Her fingers caressed and kneaded his balls as she stroked him gently. She knew he would love to fuck her face again, but this was her time, and she was going to suck him the way she wanted to. His eyes met hers. He watched her lips and tongue tease him. She knew how to suck cock and he was going to enjoy having her do it—often. Her lips slid over his head and held fast. She kept the seal tight as her tongue swirled and teased. He looked down into her bright shining eyes. Eyes that told him anything he needed to know. Her eyes spoke volumes, no matter which expression she wore. He knew she wasn't aware of it, nor would he tell her. He was pleased to see her eyes shine right now, full of lust, full of desire to please. He watched as her hips undulated, acutely aware of how she inched her knees further apart. He knew how wet she was, how excited she was with her mouth on his cock, pleasing him her way, worshipping his manhood. He licked his lips and tasted her nectar on them, her sweet juice- his juice. With a hearty roar he lifted her up from her knees and pushed her back against the wall. His mouth claimed hers; his lips crushed hers as his tongue plunged into her mouth. He sought, demanded, claimed. Their lips slid against one another, teeth scraped, tongues danced. He pressed her body to the wall, and his hands took command of her flesh. His fingers dug, pinched, twisted, and caressed. He roughly pushed his knee between her thighs and pressed his thigh against her heat and felt her grind on him. Her honey coated his skin. With a groan, he captured her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. He grasped both her wrists in his large hand, stretching her body tighter against his. His cock wedged between them. He felt her hips rock, rubbing her clit against his thigh. He knew she needed a release. He kissed down her neck biting the tender flesh as he traveled down. He licked, nipped, and sucked the gentle swell of her breasts. He heard her whimpers, felt her pussy press harder against his thigh. His lips locked on her nipple his fingers locked on the other. He sucked one pinched and rolled the other. He pulled hard on her ring and heard her yelp, but felt more of her juices flow from her. He felt her body betray her; he knew what she needed, what she craved even before she did. He dragged her hands down in front of her, wrists still locked in his hand. She looked at him with lust crazed eyes, her lips parted- her chest heaving. He reached down to his pants on the floor and deftly pulled the belt from the loops. He watched her eyes widen in disbelief. His mouth twisted into a sinister smirk as he wound the belt around her tiny wrists, and tied it off. He threw her hands above her head, mashed his body to hers and crushed his lips to hers. He pulled her sideways by her wrists, and felt her groan in the kiss as her ass slid against the rough wall. With a foot he slammed the bathroom door shut, lifted her wrists, and looped the belt over the hook on the back of the door. Her body pulled taut until just her toes touched the cold tile. He pulled himself away, took a step back and looked into her eyes. Her sparkling eyes, now dark with desire, looked back at him. She squirmed against the door, pulled against the hook. She didn't feel any give, and knew she was securely fastened. The tips of her toes barely grazed the floor. She looked up at him as he stepped closer to her again. Her lips parted with a soft sigh. The look in his eyes told her he was beyond hungry, he was a man starved, and would take until his hunger was sated. She squeezed her thighs together to try to calm the throbbing ache in her loin. She saw his eyes dart to her mound and slowly travel up until once again he met her gaze with his hard stare. "Have a problem my pet?" He queried. "Do you like the feel of being bound to the door, not knowing what I will do next? Tell me pet...tell me what you feel right now." She watched him take another step closer. Her mind struggled to find the words. How can I possibly describe how I'm feeling when I don't know myself? What am I going to tell him- "good" just isn't good enough? "I'm waiting my pet." He whispered at her ear. "I don't know how to tell you what I'm feeling Sir." She said meekly. Her body rolled against the door, her thighs rubbed together. She felt his fingers tracing circles over her stomach. She wanted to close her eyes and just lose herself in the feelings he created, but she knew that he was waiting. "My heart is racing Sir; my thoughts are running wild, not knowing what you may do next. My skin is tingling, my entire body is aflame. I am aching to feel your cock inside me." She replied, and looked at him expectedly. "Very good pet." He replied slowly as he looked her in the eye- his fingers trailed lightly down her stomach. She breathed a sigh of relief, only to catch her breath again as his teeth locked onto her small ring and pulled. Her head fell back against the door as the sharp pull resonated throughout her body. He felt her tremble as he pulled on her ring. He pushed his fingers between her thighs and pinched her clit. He felt her hips thrust forward and her legs part for him. He pulled harder with both his teeth and fingers. He heard her low moan, felt her body quiver. He stood up and again leaned in to taste her lips. He felt her body immediately responded to his. Her back arched to him, her hips ground against him. A low growl erupted from deep as his tongue dove into her mouth. His hands flew over her flesh. She shifted her body so the full length of his cock pressed against her stomach. He heard her whimper as he rocked his hips so their bodies stroked his cock in unison. His fingers continued to pinch and pull on her clit. He felt her quiver and tremble as his mouth devoured her breasts. His movements became more frenzied as he moved down her stomach. He could smell her sex calling to him. He felt her helplessness, her need for him which fueled his own. He felt his cock throb; he ached to sheath himself in her warmth. First, he thought, things first. He kissed his way across her bare mound. His tongue flicked the sensitive skin at the top of her slit. He felt her tilt her hips as if to invite him into her silky folds. He pulled his hand from her clit and spread her thighs wide. He extended his tongue and flicked her clit. He heard her gasp and felt her body shake. He dropped to his knees and put a leg over each shoulder. As he supported her weight, his tongue dipped into her sopping pussy. He curled his tongue and drew her honey into his waiting lips. His hands curled up under her ass and he pulled her hard onto his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her pussy once more and sucked her juices from her. His tongue slipped inside her slick hole and pistoned in and out. He felt her body rock back and forth as small yelps filled the now steamy room. Thirsty Ch. 02 He elicited another scream from her as his teeth bit down on her clit. She ground her hips against his face and pushed herself tighter against him. She tried to lessen the pull of his teeth by pressing to him, but he pulled away, and maintained the pressure on her clit. She pulled on the belt, trying to relieve some of the pressure- any of the pressure. She wanted nothing more than to press his mouth to her heat. He teased her with his tongue as he flicked the tip of her clit between his teeth. Her body rolled back and forth against the door, her hips bucked against his face. Her body glistened as beads of sweat rolled down her skin. Her moans quickly turned to whimpers as his tongue flickered across her clit, down her lips and plundered her sweetness again and again. He brought her to the brink of the abyss and pulled away abruptly. He caught her legs in his arms as he slid up her body. His eyes bore into hers as he positioned his cock and slid his head along her pussy. He rocked his hips back and forth feeling her twitch each time his silken skin brushed over her engorged aching nub. He clenched his jaw feeling her heat draw him in, as if to beckon him home. With her legs cradled in the crook of his arms, he pulled them high and wide. High enough for him to grab hold of her hair and twist it in his hands. She looked at him expectedly- waiting for his cock to take her. She knew from having him in her mouth his girth would stretch her wide and tight. She shuddered as she envisioned his cock filling her slowly. She knew he would tease her by taking her slow. While she wanted him to tease, she also ached to have him fill her. Her chest heaved as he pulled her legs wide. She felt no shame in being completely open for him. Her mind thought only now of his pleasure. The pleasure he took from her, gave to her in return. She rocked her hips as he stroked her pussy with his cockhead. She growled at him in frustration. He growled back and plunged into her. In one swift motion he thrust ball deep into her. He felt her walls stretch and then constrict against him. Her body stiffened at the intrusion and tightened, her eyes widened as he pushed himself further into her. His cock sheathed deep in her womb. When he felt her gradually relax around him, he began to move his hips back. Slowly he pulled his cock from her, leaving just the head inside her entrance. He lingered there for a moment, before he thrust forward again filling her completely. He smiled as her eyes rolled back, her lids fluttered then closed as her head dropped back against the door. Her hips arched to him, her hands pulled against the belt that held fast. He slowly slid back into her. He savored every slight movement of her body as he eased back inside. Her body welcomed him like the first breath of spring. He stretched her walls and she enveloped him in a tight cocoon of wet silky warmth. He was soon sheathed deep inside her again. His hands pulled on her hair and he jerked her body down hard while pushing his hips toward her. He growled as she clenched tight around his pulsing shaft. He quickly withdrew and slammed back into her. He watched her eyes roll back as he wound his hands tighter into her hair, and pulled her head back. Her lips parted slightly as he ground into her. "Does my cock feel good pet?" He murmured against her ear. "Oh God, yes Sir. Your cock feels very good." She moaned. "Feels good where pet?" He prodded. "Your cock feels good in my pussy Sir." She whispered. "No pet." He growled and pulled almost all the way out. He heard her groan in protest. He drove back in, once again filling her in one pounding thrust. "No. That is no longer your pussy- it's mine." He snarled. "That is my cunt to use and fuck for my pleasure. Do you understand pet?" He tugged on her hair and pulled back, her head tilted up to his, her lips parted hungrily. She looked back at him through heavy lidded eyes. Her body jerking with every commanding thrust. Instinctively, she knew what he said to be true. It had been for a very long time. Now, right here, now...he was making her his. She nodded in agreement. "PET" He growled, "I said do you UNDERSTAND!" He jerked hard on her hair, eliciting a yelp. "YES SIR!" She fired back on impulse, immediately regretting it. He stopped all motion and just looked into her eyes. His eyes cold and hard, his jaw set. He thrust harder into her, completely filling her with his cock and quickly withdrew. He stepped away from her, took his gaze from hers and watched her body writhe at the loss of his cock, his touch, his contact. He heard her whimper, but refused to look back in her eyes, knowing he'd see the pleading look in them. He was not going to acknowledge her need at this moment. Her streak of independence was not going to shine through tonight. Without a word, he turned from her, without looking he knew her eyes focused on his profile, his rock hard cock jutting out from his body. He heard her moan as he took himself in hand and stroked his entire length. He turned his back to her and stepped into the shower, leaving her to rock and writhe against the door. He closed the semi sheer curtain, and stepped beneath the hot stream. He watched her continue to roll her body, rub her thighs. He smiled as he heard her growl and heard her body slap back against the door in frustration. He leaned his forehead against the shower wall and listened to her continue to growl and buck against the door. The water bore down on his shoulders, each droplet landed on his flesh like the beating of a drum. His cock did not soften under the relaxing stream, his thoughts on the pussy that was now his, a sheath that he could now call – home. He was fortunate to have found a strong woman who's appetites matched his. He thought about the years of searching; how he'd nearly given up. He turned and looked through the blurry form against the door. He thought of the hours he spent watching her online. Her interactions and banter with people were always sharp, witty and never rude. He knew she was submissive, but a force to be reckoned with. He heard her whimpering apologies across the room, the banging on the door stopped. He knew she knew her abrupt answer was not only inappropriate but wrong- still he ignored her. He lathered his body and stroked his cock absently, his mind still on the cunt that awaited him. He wanted to be buried inside her again, he wanted to feel her warmth. Her scent filled the room, it beckoned to him. He thought of her sweet taste on his lips. She was now his. In time she had given him her heart, he watched her perform, and from what he'd commanded her to do, she'd given him her mind and body, but tonight he would take her soul. He pulled the curtain back and in two strides stood in front of her, his body soapy and dripping. He reached down grabbed her knees, lifted them wide and thrust himself in his cunt. Her body crashed against the door as he drove into her relentlessly. Like a wild bull he took and used her body as his toy. His hands pawed at her breasts. He grabbed, twisted and pulled the rings in her nipples. He heard her gasps and cries, but they only fueled his desire for more. His cock pistoned in and out of her, her ankles locked around his waist. Her animal unleashed- she leaned her head forward to nip and bite at his neck and shoulders. He lifted her higher, her wrists now freed from the hook. She threw her bound wrists over his head and pressed her body tight to his. He carried her, still joined together back into the shower. He pressed her back into the wall, the streams of water beat down upon his back as he resumed fucking her. He pulled half way out of her and thrust back in. He knew from watching her on cam that she loved it when he commanded her to do that with a vibe. He continued his assault on her heat. Her cries and moans driving him to take her harder. She clung to him- he drove faster and harder. Primal urges and instinct replaced all conscious thought. Her teeth sunk into his flesh- his fingers dug into hers. Their bodies slammed together as they both neared the peak. He pulled them higher and higher, closer and closer. He felt her clench his cock tight before she threw her head back. She screamed loud and hard as her body erupted around him. He slammed into her fast and hard- he pulled her higher, not letting her orgasm subside. She convulsed over him, her walls spasmed around his cock. Her screams echoed in the small shower, his teeth scraped against her shoulder. He continued to ram into her, one orgasm blended into another. He felt his loins tighten and with one hard thrust he erupted into her, stream after stream of his seed filling her womb. He roared as he emptied himself into her. His own release consumed him. His rhythm slowed as she collapsed in his arms, her head falling against his shoulder. Her body trembled and quaked as the aftershocks wracked through her. He kept himself deep inside her as he collapsed against her. He stood with her still wrapped around him, their chests heaved in unison as they drifted back. He pet her hair and whispered soft tender words in her ear as she quivered. He knew she needed to come back slowly from her place. He heard her whimper as he pulled her legs from around his waist, and held her tight as she instinctively found her strength to stand. She looked up at him with a blank expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with wonder. He continued to talk to her, his words soft and loving. A smile slowly crossed her face, as she came back to him. He stood back, and dipped his head under her hands, and slowly unwound the belt from her wrists. He massaged each one in his firm gentle hands. He noticed her shiver as the blood began to circulate throughout her body. His eyes never broke contact with hers, as he reversed their positions. She closed her eyes softly as the water cascaded down the back of her head. She remained motionless as he gently lathered her hair. She felt almost child like as she lightly held his waist for support as his fingers massaged her skull. She shivered when he rinsed her hair and the lather streamed down her body to pool at her feet before swirling down the drain. She looked up at this man who had just brought her to a place she'd never been before; sent her spiraling out of control. He, who had just taken her fast and hard, was now being so soft and gentle. His touch was soft and loving, and while she wanted to touch and caress him, she had no strength to even lift her arms. He heard her whimper softly, and felt her body stiffen. At first he thought he'd hurt her and looked down at her with concern. However, when he saw her hips shift, he knew her dilemma. He reached down between her thighs, cupped her mound, and gently pushed his middle finger into her, and stopped the flow of their receding juices. He leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. Smiling down at her, he chuckled when she averted his gaze. He took his free hand, grasped her chin, and turned her face back to his. "Do not look away pet. Don't you see that there is nothing you can, or should hide from me? I know you better than you know yourself. There is nothing pet, and should be nothing you cannot tell me- ever. If there ever comes a day when you feel that you cannot talk to me about anything, you must tell me, not write it. Do not let it fester, that's not fair to either one of us. I will know there's something bothering you, and I will always give you time to tell me, but only a day at most. Do you understand pet?" He looked at her intently, and waited for her to absorb the gravity of his words. She looked up at him, reluctantly at first, then embarrassed because he was right. He knew from just the slightest move what she was struggling with. He knew this would be something she would struggle with. She had learned to keep her thoughts and feelings inside, usually to be expressed in her journal to him days later. Her works of fiction were often based on her own feelings at the time. They'd spoken many times of her characters and the tales she wove. Without question or confirmation, they both knew what she wrote was indeed her and her innermost thoughts. Now he was telling her that she must use her voice and not her pen. "Sir, if I may be honest here. I will try my best, but it may take me some time." She offered. "I know it won't happen overnight, pet, but as long as I know you're trying your best, that will be fine." He countered and leaned in to kiss her lips softly. He pulled her to him and held her in a long embrace. He felt her arms wrap around him and hold him just as tight. He smiled and rested his chin atop her head. Together they stood there for what seemed like an eternity. She broke the embrace and stood back from him, and smiled. "Have I told you today how lucky I am?" She asked. "Yes, you have, but you can tell me again." He returned his smile growing. They continued with their routine of the daily banter they'd grown accustomed to. The mood lightened as they slowly and tenderly cleansed each other. They laughed about the advantages of never ending hot water in a hotel. He stood motionless as she automatically patted him dry with the towel before tending to herself. He looked down at her. Her mind focused on her task at hand as she worked the towel down his frame. He watched the droplets of water trail down her skin. He watched her grin and look up as she worked her way around his groin. He laughed and wound his hand in her dripping hair. "Has my pet turned into a greedy slut now? Haven't you had enough pet?" He volleyed "You know your pet can never have enough of you." She returned playfully. "My greedy cock whore, I would love nothing more than to feel your lips wrapped around my cock. However, this man is starved for more than your delectable body can feed me. It's time to go get some food, we're both going to need sustenance. It's still early and there's much more to come" He replied. "Let's go see if we can get ourselves dressed, and go eat." He pulled her to her feet, kissed her hard, turned her on her heel and nudged her to the door. He gave her a good swat on the ass as she opened the door and crossed through to the other room. He laughed as he watched her pause, turn to look over her shoulder, and flash him a smile. "That my dear man, is not going to do a damn thing to get us out of here, quite the opposite in fact- might want to consider eating in." She cooed as she rounded the corner. He stood there for a moment contemplating whether room service would be the better option. He shook his head. No, dinner was definitely going to be an experience she would never forget... Thirsty Ch. 03 She stepped into the sleeping area of the hotel room and stopped dead in her tracks. On the bed, boxes were stacked in the center. Even though she was distracted earlier, she knew those boxes hadn't been there when they entered into the bathroom. She quickly wrapped and secured her towel around her body, and turned to look at him as he entered the room behind her. He smiled as he noticed the look of amazement in her eyes. He chuckled as her eyes darted back to the boxes then back to him. She looked like a child on Christmas morn, eager to dig into the boxes. He whisked her towel from her, and took in her shapely form before him. He felt the now familiar stirring in his loins as he watched a flush spread through her body. He smiled down at her, proud that she made no move to cover herself, proud that the look in her eyes went from excited to passion with just that single movement. "Pet, the boxes are not going to open themselves. Please go sit on the bed and enjoy." He said and swatted her behind playfully. "But...how...all of this...when...why?" She uttered. "I have my ways pet, yes all of this, earlier, and because I wanted to." He replied causally. She moved over to the bed excitedly. She knew it had to be something for her to wear tonight, otherwise why would he have her open them now. She took the first small box and placed in her lap. She pulled on the bow, and judged from the size of the box, that it must be a pair of shoes. She lifted the cover to reveal a pair of white pumps, and smiled. Long ago they'd "shopped" online for the perfect ensemble to go out to dinner, but never did she expect him to remember. She paused for a moment, and remembered the exact conversation. A chill ran up her spine as she recalled the night he described for her. She wondered if he made it happen, or will make it happen. She took the shoes from the tissue paper and slid each one on her foot. They fit perfectly. He smiled from in front of the closet, as he zipped up his trousers. He was aware that she'd forgotten she was nude as she took a few steps across the room, obviously gauging the fit. He enjoyed how her ass moved in the heels, took in the curve of her shapely legs, the swell of her buttocks. His attention went back to the closet for a brief moment to pull out his white dress shirt. She moved back to the bed and on to the next box. He watched with interest as she pulled the tail of the bow, her fingers light, her movements on the box almost a caress. He groaned inwardly as he thought of those fingers on his skin. He pushed those thoughts aside, for if he didn't it would surely mean room service, and he wasn't going to have any of that tonight. Tomorrow maybe...not tonight. As he buttoned his shirt, he silently observed her while she opened the box. He saw her eyes widen in excitement as she lifted the delicate undergarments from within. He noticed her hands shook a bit as she held up the lacey bra. He saw her face light up as she inconspicuously checked the label, only to find that it was indeed the correct size. She slid the straps over her arms and deftly hooked the tiny closures. He smirked and wondered if she realized how quickly he would be unhooking them once they arrived. He assumed she would have some inkling as she recognized each of the boxes' contents as those they chose months ago while hypothetically shopping online. She adjusted her breasts into the tiny cups of the bra. She'd never owned a "shelf" bra before, and loved the way it enhanced her bust line. She looked down to see her nipples just barely visible above the top. It was then that she looked up to see him mostly dressed and watching her. She smiled and felt the now familiar flush quickly spread throughout her body, and had the first conscious thought that she was nearly naked. Her eyes quickly darted to the clock at the side of the bed, and she looked back at him. She knew she didn't need to ask, he already knew, just as he always knew her thoughts before she did. "We still have some time pet." He reassured her. "Not much, but some." "Ok Sir thank you." She breathed a sigh of relief, and continued about her task. She pulled out a lacey garter belt and quickly stepped into it, and laughed as the hook tickled the front of her thighs. Next she was surprised to find a matching g string. He knew she never wore panties, nor did he want her too. She looked up at him with it hooked on one finger, and arched an eyebrow and was met with a slight nod. Gingerly she stepped into that and adjusted it under the garter. She sighed knowing how much of a pain in the ass it would be later when she had to remove it- and she was sure he'd tell her to remove it. She pulled out the silky white stockings and removed the shoes so she could put them on. She felt his eyes boring down on her as she slowly moved the fabric up her leg. She decided at that moment to tantalize him with her slow movements. She carefully pulled the stocking up over her knee, careful not to snag it with her nail. Slowly and deliberately, she smoothed the material over her leg and repeated the process with the other one and stepped back into the heels. She felt him move up behind her as she leaned over the bed. His hands caressed the backs of her thighs, and moved up and over her ass. She pressed back into him when his hands spanned her waist, and he ground his hips against her. She trembled as he gave her ass a swift slap, and closed her eyes as the sting quickly spread through her. She felt his cock swell against the crack of her ass, and pressed back harder, gently gyrating against him. She was rewarded with a tug of her hair and another resounding smack on her butt. She braced her hands on the bed as he leaned into her and pushed her head down to the bed. She heard his zipper and then the silken head of his cock at her entrance. She felt the g string move to the side as he slid between her folds slowly before he moved back to her entrance and slowly eased himself inside her until his hips pressed against her ass. He wasn't intending to take her again before they left for dinner, but the sight of her in the lacey ensemble made his cock rage. His head fell back as he arched his hips into her, and pushed himself in as far as he could go. It still wasn't far enough, he wanted to disappear inside her, feel her heat from the inside until he could take no more. Slowly he pumped her, and heard her soft mewls of delight. Together they enjoyed the nice easy rhythm of their movements. He groaned as she pushed herself back against him and ground her ass to his pelvis. My God, he thought, this woman will be the death of me. His hand left her hip and slid around her to fondle her clit, as he ground back into her. He watched her body undulate and her fingers scratch at the bedspread. "Play with your clit for me pet." He said huskily. Her hand slid down her stomach, where she met his fingertips with hers. He didn't pull his fingers away, and instead covered hers, so she moved them in the small circles and felt him match her movements. She'd brought herself to orgasm like this countless times before, both for him on cam, and by herself. Never before had they done this together, his hand covering hers as he emulated the gentleness of her touch. He continued the long easy strokes with his cock, slowly but assuredly bringing them closer to climax. She whimpered as his fingers moved from hers to grab hold of her hip, he gripped her tight as he stroked her faster. She could feel him throb inside her, and it amazed her that they were joined together again. She rubbed her clit harder and felt the immediate tightening of her core as she found her magic spot. Her mind wandered off into bliss as the rubbing and stroking consumed her. He began to thrust into her harder, and she matched her own strokes to his. She felt his fingers dig into her flesh, and it sent her tumbling over the brink. Her fingers rubbed furiously as if to never let her float back down. She screamed out as she arched back off the bed, closing down tighter against his pulsing cock. Somewhere in her mind she heard him grunt and then growl as he erupted with her. She felt his warmth fill her, giving her what she craved most—him. He pushed hard into her as he filled her again with his seed. This time, though she would have her wish. He slowed his strokes as he gave her the last of his cum, and held himself in her. "Reach for the small box over there pet, the small square one off to the side." He suggested. She reached for the tiny box, and felt him move with her as he did. She pulled the box in reach and quickly undid the bow as she rested on her elbows. She lifted the cover and pulled the paper aside. She gasped when she saw what was inside the box. Eagerly she pulled out a vibe. However as she pulled out the vibe, she noticed it had straps and a clever stimulator for the clit. He reached over and took it from her grasp, careful not to pull out. "Lift your leg pet." He requested, and slipped the strap over her ankle. "Now the other. Good." He pulled himself free from her warmth and quickly slid the toy up her thighs. He slowly inserted the slender vibe until it disappeared. He placed the butterfly over her clit and adjusted the straps for a tight fit. He moved the g string back into place and caressed her ass cheeks. He kneaded and grabbed each one, and pulled them wide revealing her rosebud to him once more. He wondered how she would react to a knotted rope harness pressed against her sensitive parts, and groaned at the thought. He brought his hand swiftly down and watched the print of his palm materialize on her white skin. He noticed her struggle not to move, and paused for a moment and wondered how long she would be able to remain still later. He snickered at the thought. How he'd loved watching her body move and writhe as she pleasured herself for him; her slow instinctive arches, the tilt of her hips, the rub of her thighs. He watched her for hours- learned her every movement, caused her every blush. He knew just how she reacted to his every word, his every suggestion, the change in his tone. Yes he knew all about his little one. "This was unexpected pet, now we must hurry." He said as he pulled her upright. "Tonight however, we will dine with my seed still inside you." He patted her arse, readjusted himself back into his clothing, and finished with his own attire. He watched her reach for the last box, and tear open the bow. She gasped again when she pulled the sleeveless white dress from the box. She held it up in front of her, and brushed the fabric with her hand. She laid the dress down on the bed and scampered into the bathroom to do her makeup and hair. She returned to the room a short time later to find him completely dressed and fixing his tie. She laughed as he gave her a whistle, and she twirled playfully for him- still only clad in her new lingerie. She retrieved the dress from the bed and stood in front of the full length mirror on the closet door. She caught his reflection in the mirror as she untied it and slipped it over her shoulders and wrapped it about her body. She watched him as he adjusted his tie, his eyes raking over her as she tied the dress and turned to him. She smoothed the fabric over her hips and smiled up at him. She looked and felt more beautiful than she had in years. Her face lit up as she watched the appreciative smile creep across his face. She turned a full circle for him, and caught her reflection in the mirror. He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She crossed hers over his, and leaned back into his chest. Together they stood, not a word was heard, but volumes were spoken. She turned in his arms and leaned up to kiss him softly on the lips, gently wiping her lipstick from them. "Thank you so much Sir. This was too much, but I love it." She whispered. He squeezed her tight, and then stepped back. He pulled a small box from his trouser pocket. "Something's missing pet." He said simply, and handed her the slender box. Her hands shook as she took it from him. Given the size and shape of the box she knew it had to be jewelry. Slowly she flipped it open and saw a dazzling strand of pearls, accompanied by delicate teardrop earrings. Her eyes filled with tears, as she handed the box back to him. She donned the earrings and then turned and lifted her hair from her neck so he could fasten the necklace. A shiver ran through her as the cold pearls fell across her heated skin. She stepped back in front of the mirror, her fingertips brushing against the smooth beads. "Oh Sir, they are so beautiful! I can't thank you enough for your generosity. For everything!" She exclaimed. "You look beautiful pet. Although, I can think of another pearl necklace that would look better on you." He joked, and was rewarded with an instant blush. "Come darling, we'd better be going, or we'll miss our reservation." He placed his hand on the small of her back, and she noticed him fumbling with one of the boxes on the bed as they passed by. She dismissed the thought, and let him usher her out the door and into the hallway. They rode the elevator pressed close together. She looked (at) their blurred reflection, in the steel doors of the car, and couldn't help but notice the attractive couple they made. He looked more handsome than ever in his black suit. She smiled as she remembered when he told her that he would wear a suit for her. She never imagined that he could look more handsome than tonight. The car stopped and again he pressed his hand against the small of her back. His touch soft and light, but the intent strong and confident. Her heels clacked on the ceramic tile of the lobby. She turned to say hello to the desk clerk and stopped dead in her tracks as her nether regions began to vibrate. She immediately leaned back against him as her legs trembled. Just as soon as the vibrating started, it stopped. She turned and he smiled down at her. She noted that it was an evil grin at that. Her mouth fell open when she realized what he'd grabbed off the bed- the remote for her new toy. In all the activity, she'd never dug deep enough in the box to uncover the controller. How she'd missed it baffled her, she knew it didn't turn on by itself. She heard him laugh as she turned crimson red, another dawning of the fact that he was going to tease her with it all night. The thought both excited and frightened her at the same time. She couldn't fathom having an orgasm in public. Although, she knew she wouldn't have to fathom it for long. After tonight, it would be a memory, not something to wonder "what if" about. He led her out the automatic doors, and pressed the remote again, and smiled as he watched her step falter a bit. He kept the setting on low as she adjusted to the slight hum. The limo pulled up just as they exited the hotel. The driver got out to open their door. He couldn't help but notice his appreciative glance at his pet, and the knowing look the driver gave him. He helped his pet into the car and pulled her close as they settled in. The driver already had his instructions, so he adjusted the music to some soft blues as the car pulled away. The privacy screen was closed, and the champagne was already poured and waiting for them. He reached forward and drew her flute from the holder. They still had a good half hour to get to their destination, and he had every intention of making good use of that time by teasing her. He thought for a moment as she sipped her champagne, maybe he'd even give her an orgasm or two before dinner. She snuggled in close to him, her eyes closed as the champagne tickled her lips and the hum tickled her clit. His arm closed around her shoulders and his fingers brushed against her arm. He kissed the top of her head and asked her if she was happy. She pulled away and leaned up to kiss his smiling lips and whispered her confirmation of happiness against his lips. He slipped his hand inside the v of her neckline and cupped her breast. He felt her press into his hand and he squeezed her tit hard. She groaned into his lips and arched further against him. He reached between the lacy bra and rolled her nipple in his fingers and elicited a soft moan from her lips. He pulled his arm from around her, and told her to lean against the other side of the seat and face him. He watched as she repositioned herself and noticed the ladylike stance- her hands in her lap ankles crossed. He knew the beast that lie beneath the surface, the temptress that she didn't even know she was. He turned and leaned against the other side to face her. His cock swelled just at the sight of his pet looking at him shyly. He knew she wondered what was to come, how much of what he told her long ago would come true. He pondered whether to take the bike to the restaurant, but decided this way they could both relax with some wine and enjoy each other. He slipped his hand into his trousers and pulled the tiny remote from it and rested it on his thigh, then folded his hands behind his head and just watched her. He purposely didn't speak, though he knew she was full of questions she wasn't sure whether she should ask. Her eyes darted to the remote, and when she looked back her eyes were full of lust and her hips were twitching. She wanted more, he knew, so he turned the vibe on and turned the clit stimulator off. He watched her hips rock against the soft hum that now caressed her innermost walls. As it hummed inside her, she shifted in her seat. As she shifted her dress became disheveled, though it didn't appear that she took notice. He wanted to see how wanton his pet could become, so he turned the vibe up and turned on the clit stimulator simultaneously. He set the clit setting to medium as well, and was treated to her head tilted back and her luscious lips parting involuntarily. Her fingers gripped at the skirt of her dress as her hips undulated. He watched her shift in the seat, her legs parted as she unconsciously pulled the skirt higher up her thighs. He could feel her sexuality across the car, her scent wafting to him. His cock twitched- reacting instantly. She was oblivious to anything happening in the car. The only thing she knew was that his new toy felt wonderful on and in her. She slouched in the seat trying to obtain the best position to both intensify and relieve herself of the increasing sensations. She moved about the seat and felt the effects of him turning up the toy another notch. She jumped as the vibrations became stronger, slid up and down against the side of the car. She pulled her legs further apart as her mind welcomed him covering her. She looked over at him through heavily veiled eyes, her body twisted and contorted, as he began to randomly play with the controller. She knew she was getting closer to orgasm by the second. She had a fleeting thought to ask before she came, before he changed the settings yet again to a hard pulse. She moaned and stretched out in front of him, the dress riding high on her thighs her legs now spread wide. He watched her hips tilt and rock as she fucked the vibe already deep inside her. As she moved about, he saw her slide back into her zone. He reached over and pulled the tie that held her dress closed. Her constant writhing soon had her fully exposed to him. He turned the toy to alternate pulsations and was welcomed with a long deep moan. She was completely lost within herself now, her hands roamed over her body, never even noticing that her dress was undone. Her moans and mewls melded with the scent of her filling the small compartment of the limo. He called to her, slowly bringing the dials to low once again. She pulled her head up and looked at him with angry hungry eyes- her body still in motion. "Come here pet, and take my cock." He commanded. Without hesitation she pulled herself to her knees and slipped of the seat and crawled across the floor of the car to him. With greedy fingers she quickly unbuckled his belt and shuddered as she remembered what he did the last time. She rubbed his cock through his trousers, and brushed her breasts against his thighs- anxious to wrap her lips around his stiff cock. Thirsty Ch. 03 As she freed his pulsing member from his pants she began to salivate. She was hungry for him and there wasn't going to be any teasing now. She pushed her mouth down hard over him and closed her lips tight. Her tongue flicked over the veins as she pumped him with her mouth. She sucked hard each time she withdrew, and opened her mouth wider as she pushed down further. She felt him turn the toy up to what had to be maximum, although it could not be heard through her moans and his grunts. She slid her hands up his chest and pinched his nipples through his shirt- her head bobbed steadily. She felt his hips buck up against her as she rode him with her lips. He changed the settings once again to max and intermittent pulse and quickly drew her to the edge. She pushed him down her throat and held him there. She heard him growl and press his hand against the back of her head and thrust his hips up to meet her and pushed himself further into her throat. She took him all, and still wanted more. He watched his pet devour his cock, like a starving whore- unaware and uncaring of her surroundings, once again giving herself to him. He began to thrust his hips in and out. He used his slut's mouth for his pleasure and hers. He watched the saliva drip from the corners of her mouth, streams of spit trailing to his groin. He reached over and pulled the skirt over her ass and dug his fingers in. He heard and felt her moan against his cock. He turned the toy up on high and observed her hips buck. His fingers wound in her hair and he controlled her mouth on his cock. He brought his hand down hard on her ass cheeks, and waited to see if he would feel teeth. He was pleased when she didn't bite down. She was lost in her own impending orgasm. He slapped her swiftly three times on each fleshy globe. Her muffled screams filled the car as she stiffened and then convulsed around the toy. He ached to have his face between her legs to drink her nectar. He watched and listened as pulled her head down all the way, and held her there while she came. He refused to turn down the toy; instead he left it on max and threw it across the seat. He wanted his pet to drip with her juice. He smacked her ass while she soared to unknown places, and heard her muffled screams grow louder as he refused to let her float down. He loved the fact that she could cum so easily and repeatedly. He would see how far he could take her before the night was through. He released her head and she slurped and sucked him hard, a woman possessed in her quest for his treasure. She sucked him hard as he thrust his cock into her eager mouth- her hot wet mouth. He pulled her head from him before he reached the point of no return. He rubbed his cock over her face and coated her skin with her saliva. He looked down at her, her eyes glazed and full of lust. He watched her frustration go as she tried to capture his head in her lips- her body wracked with spasm after spasm. Still he would not let her down, he knew her cunt was dripping, he could feel it on his lips, and he could taste her sweetness. With a feral growl, he reached down and pulled her up as he slid off the velvet seat. His head rested against the edge as he pulled her vibrating cunt to his mouth. He roughly pushed the butterfly out of his way and licked her entire quivering snatch. He nursed on her clit and felt her tremble against his mouth. The car echoed with her scream, he was sure the driver was not oblivious to what was happening back here, and imagined him with a raging hard on, stroking while he drove. He remembered the once over the driver gave her, and the thought that another man wanted her fueled his desire for her even more. Her juices dripped down his chin as she rode his mouth. She held on to the roof of the car for support as he sucked on her pussy. Her body screamed as he brought her deeper and deeper into the abyss. His fingers pulled at the vibe in her cunt, as his teeth clamped down on her swollen clit. Over and over he pistoned the slender vibe in and out of her, his free hand locked on her ass, keeping her trapped against his mouth. Every time she tried to pull free, he pressed her tighter to him. Tears streamed from her eyes as she came again. Her body contorted with each fierce spasm. He took until he knew she had no more to give, he pulled her away from his mouth and gently pulled the vibe from her. She collapsed into his lap in a quivering, whimpering heap. His hand brushed the hair away from her face as he cradled her on the floor of the limo. His beautiful princess, now looked like she'd been to hell and back. Her perfectly coiffed hair, hung limp and tangled, her beautiful face ravaged by smeared makeup, the exquisite clothing bedraggled. He felt the ache in his loins, his cock still painfully erect, but his release would have to wait; now his pet needed his comfort. He murmured loving words into her ear, as he slowly brought her back to him. He lifted them both to the comfort of the seat. With each movement he heard her groan, and wondered if he'd taken too much from her. Her body continued to tremble and quake against his, her whimpers ceased, the car silent except for his soft whispers. He continued to stroke her hair, and hold her close to his chest. He lifted her face to his, and searched her eyes. At first she looked at him with an empty blank stare. Then as his loving touch and soothing words finally began to take hold, he noticed the warmth and color return to her face and eventually to her eyes. Slowly they began to sparkle, and he hugged her close to him. "Welcome back, my pet." He murmured against her hair. He held a bottle of water. "Sip on this pet." He held the bottle to her lips so she could drink. "Thank you kind Sir." She whispered huskily. "That was some journey you sent me on." "Did you enjoy your travels, pet?" He jokingly queried, and breathed a sigh of relief that she was back. She shifted and looked up at him, "How could I not?" She queried back, and smiled shyly. "I've never journeyed like that before Sir, thank you." He smiled down at her, and brushed the tendrils of hair behind her ear. "I enjoyed it very much too pet. You have pleased me beyond capacity thus far tonight, by letting yourself go and put your trust in me. Thank you." He leaned down to brush his lips against hers. "Now pet, I think it's time for some straightening, we're almost there." For the first time she looked down at herself, and saw what condition she was in. Her hands flew up to her hair. She whined when she realized how much of a shamble she was. She looked up at him and blushed. Her hands flew to her face as she caught her reflection in the darkened window. "Pet, put your hands down." He instructed, and waited a moment. "NOW." Her hands flew to her lap, and she lowered her head. "Look at me pet. Look at me." He said warmly. She looked up at him, her face aflame with embarrassment. "You look beautiful to me right at this very moment, pet. You look like a woman who's been thoroughly pleasured. You look like a woman who gave her entire being to be taken and loved. I am the man you gave that pleasure to. I am the one who feasted upon your honey, tasted your sweetness upon my lips and tongue. To me right now, you are the most beautiful creature in the universe." He crooned. He watched the embarrassment slowly leave her face to be replaced by appreciation and adoration. "Thank you very much for telling me that dear man." Her fingers came up to caress his cheek. "I needed so much to hear that." She shifted off of his lap and straightened out her dress. It didn't appear to be wrinkled too badly and it didn't have any marks or stains upon it either. She pulled a small hairbrush out of her evening bag and worked on untangling her tresses. She looked over at him while he made himself presentable once again. Men she thought they have it easy, no hair and makeup to contend with. She chuckled as she met his twinkling eyes. He knew exactly what was going through her mind. He continually amazed her. It was rare when they couldn't finish each other's sentences. More often than not, their words stumbled over one another as they spoke the same thought or desire. She noticed a dull ache forming in her joints, as she moved the brush through her hair. The knots and tangles gone, as was the trendy style she'd been able to accomplish. She shrugged her shoulders, there wasn't much she could do about it now- he'd have to deal with natural and free. He reached across the car and retrieved her shoe and gently placed it upon her foot. He took an extra moment to caress and kiss her calf, thus eliciting a throaty growl from her. She looked down at him and smirked. The man was insatiable, but she enjoyed every single waking, and dream filled moment of it. She reached for her bag again and pulled out her compact mirror and began to inspect the makeup damage. She determined that it was definitely critical, if not fatal. She looked around the limo for a tissue so she could wipe away what she could. She casually reached across the seat, only to press herself back with a groan. Maybe she wasn't as back as she thought. Her body protested any movement. "Sir, could you please get a tissue for me? It seems like my body does not want me to move so much." She said jokingly. His head whipped around, his eyes ran over her form. "What's the matter pet? Are you hurting?" He asked. "No, Sir, just sore." She replied. He nodded and reached for the box of tissues. He watched as she wet the tissue from the water bottle and removed the damage. He noticed her wince when she moved to quickly. Again he wondered if he'd pushed her too far. He made a mental note to be more careful. While her mind was accepting of their journey, he needed to ensure that her body was too. She'd placed her trust in him, and he would not destroy that trust. She needed to believe that she could fly without fear or worry she'd return battered and bruised. She turned to him, once again the picture of beauty, and his eyes immediately softened. He smiled warmly at her. "You are so beautiful pet. I think we are here. Are you ready to dine?" He asked lightly. "You may have to steady me on my feet, but yes I'm ready." she replied as the car came to a halt. "Shall we, dear Sir?" "Yes pet...we shall." He responded as the driver opened their door. He stepped from the limo and offered her his hand. She rested her fingers in his palm as he guided her from the comfort of the car. They stood for a minute as she grew accustomed to standing. They would take it slow during dinner he thought. The night was still early...and there was much more to be shared. Thirsty Ch. 04 They walked slowly into the elegant restaurant and waited briefly for the hostess to take their name. She indicated to him that she was going to go to the ladies room to ensure that she was indeed presentable. He watched as she slowly made her way to the corridor and into the bathroom. Little did she know that presentable was the last thing she needed to worry about here. Tonight the restaurant had been reserved. She would probably be astonished when she saw some of the pleasures that were being served and divulged in when she returned. He ensured however, that they had private dining, so she would not feel part of the displays, but would feel comfortable enough in that she wouldn't feel alone. He waited for his pet to return, anxious and hungry. He needed food, he needed her. In the few minutes she was absent, he noticed a part of him absent as well. He paced the small foyer as his mind wandered back to the eve as it had unfolded thus far. He stopped pacing as he remembered his initial reaction when he opened the hotel room door to find her bent over the desk, motionless- the air of excitement filled the room. He'd wanted to go to her, pull her into his arms and kiss her until she forgot her name. The thought of her bent over as she waited for him, sent a surge of power through his veins. In that very moment, she gave herself to him, submitted to his will, his desire. She was his to take. He knew he would never forget that moment, that realization that this was true- real. She was no longer a voice on the phone or an image on the screen, she was flesh and blood. That delicate strong woman who surrendered her will to his- was his. The sudden urge to protect his delicate bloom overwhelmed him and comforted him at the same time. He watched as she emerged from the bathroom, dress, and makeup perfection, her hair flowing freely about her shoulders. He longed to run his fingers through her silky locks, and twist it tight in his hand and take her right here in the foyer. Their eyes met as she gingerly crossed the floor, and the emotion he saw reflected in hers nearly took his breath away. He smiled warmly as she placed her fingertips in his outstretched hand. His lady...his princess...his pet...his whore...his slut...his princess...his lady. They followed the hostess into the dining room, where she was greeted with a wide array of diners. Her eyes widened as she took in the men and women in various states of dress/undress, costumes, some curled up at their Master/Mistresses feet or feeding from a dish. She marveled at the openness of the patrons, but immediately felt her shyness settle within her. Does he expect me to do this? She stiffened a bit as she felt his hand press against the small of her back, nudging her along. She turned to look at him, her eyes full of questions. He shook his head and motioned for her to follow the hostess. She breathed a sigh of relief as they continued through the restaurant until finally they were shown to a private corner booth. She noticed the entire section was private. Diners were hidden from view behind curtains, but she could hear sounds of pleasure all around her. She felt her excitement mount as the hostess seated them and then closed the curtain. She turned to him, her eyes sparkled. "This is just what you described to me." She said huskily. "Except you left out the part about the dining options." "Well, I couldn't give up everything pet." He joked. "What fun would that have been? Now pet... come stand before me...just like we spoke about." He stood up from the booth to let her out and pushed the table aside. As she brushed past him, he inhaled her perfume and growled while pressing his lips to her hair. He settled back into the booth and fixed his eyes to hers. He watched as she stood back and untied the dress, and let it slide down her arms. He held his breath as his eyes feasted upon her curves clad in the delicate lingerie. She turned slowly, as they had discussed. He was pleased that she remembered the small details. She reached behind her, thrusting her chest forward as she unhooked the bra. She reached up and slid the straps from her shoulders and let it slide to the ground landing atop the pool of silk at her feet. She walked over and stood before him, hands clasped behind her neck. "Turn pet." He requested She slowly turned for him. Her skin tingled in anticipation, her mind raced back to their conversation about this dinner. She stopped when she faced him again. Her eyes sparkled as a smile crept over her face. She dropped to her knees when he nodded. She picked up her dress and brassier and carefully draped them over an empty chair before she crawled over to him and rested her head on his knee. He looked down at her resting comfortably. It was hard to fathom that only a short while ago this quiet relaxed woman was lost in desire and lust. He stroked her hair and shifted in his seat. He felt his cock stir as his mind recapped their evening thus far, and planned the events yet to come. He heard her purr softly and nuzzle against his knee when his fingers grazed the soft skin behind her ear. She barely stirred when the waiter brought them their drinks and salads. He chuckled to himself, surprised that she did nothing to cover up her nudity. He reached down and pulled her into his lap. He positioned her facing away from him, her legs resting on the outside of his thighs. From this vantage point he had access to her breasts and could spread her legs by spreading his. He groaned as she leaned forward to take a bite of her salad. As she did, her ass pressed against his hardening cock. The evil temptress. He thought. He wondered if she knew how much that innocent gesture affected him. His free hand stroked her back as he casually spoke about what they shared together. Slowly he coaxed responses from her, evoked her deep down thoughts. Soon they settled into friendly repartee, volleying retorts back and forth. When they'd pushed their salad plates away, he pulled her back against him. She rested her head against his shoulder, and turned to kiss him softly on his neck. She left her face burrowed in his neck while his hands caressed her arms. His fingers found hers and he entwined them together. He raised each of her hands, gently pressing each to his lips, then turning each over and gracing her palms with a lingering kiss. He smiled into her palm as he heard her sharp intake of breath, and felt her squirm on his lap. He leaned further into the corner of the booth, drawing her back with him. Her body stretched over him, he spread his knees wide- and as a result spread hers even wider. He guided her hands to his sides and instructed her to grasp onto his belt loops and not let go. When she complied, he released her hands and fumbled in his jacket pocket. He drew out a long chain and dangled it before her eyes. He heard her coo while he dragged the chain over her breasts. His fingers circled each areola lazily until he felt each one pucker and harden. He pinched each nipple a few times before he attached a clip to each one and tightened the screw until he heard her whimper. Then he gave it one more half twist. His fingers trailed along her stomach until they reached her smooth mound. He tickled each one of her lips, gently pinching and flicking at them until her entire body writhed against his, all the while keeping the chain pulled taut. He covered her mound and sunk his middle finger between her puffy nether lips. She immediately arched up to meet his finger. He slid his fingers in her fold and spread her lips apart. He looked down on her exposed nub. It longed to be nibbled and sucked on, but that would have to wait. He pulled up and back with his fingers- exposing her clit completely. He let the nipple chain fall against her chest and reached in his pocket and pulled out another chain. He closed the tip around her clit, and felt her pull on his belt loops. He craned his head to look at her face as she absorbed these new sensations. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth fell open. Her chest heaved as he slowly applied pressure by tightening the screw. She stiffened against him as he gave the clit clamp a final twist, and let the cold metal fall against her cunt. There was a cough outside the curtain, breaking the spell that had settled over their space. She lifted her head to look at him, but he calmly shook his head. Her eyes darted to the curtain. She made the motion to free her hands from his belt loops, but hesitated. For the first time, she was considering her safe word. She had never used it before, but how could she let a perfect stranger see her spread out like this- regardless whether tonight was a private lifestyle dinner or not. She felt his body relax, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, and allowing her to make the choice freely. She heard the cough again. She knew in that the magic of the evening would more than likely end there if she whispered the word. She couldn't risk, no wouldn't risk it ending because of her modesty. It was not like he was asking her to traipse down the street like nude. This was a private establishment, he would never do anything that would cause her embarrassment. In that split second of reasoning, she realized that this was about trust. She knew deep down that he was always looking out for her, and she would trust him tonight, just as she had up until this point. If this is what he desired, then she would comply. He had his reasons, she was sure, just as she was sure they would talk about this later. He felt her relax against him, and she tightened her grip on his belt loops. Her chest heaved as she gave a heavy sigh, indicating her resolve to him. He thought for a brief moment that she was going to use the word. Not that he would have blamed her, but he was pleased that she took a moment to reason with herself. He reached for his suit jacket and draped it over her body. He called for the waiter to enter. The man did not even give the two of them a second glance while he set down their dishes and quickly retreated. He swiftly removed her covering, he wanted to have her body open for him to see...to touch...to explore...to tease...to taste. "You did well just now pet." He whispered against her ear. "For that, a reward." He pulled out the strap on vibe that she wore when they first left the hotel. He heard her gasp; although he wasn't sure it was shock or pleasure. He closed their legs and told her to place her feet on his thighs. He lifted each foot and slid the harness up and over her curvy legs, brushing his fingertips against the silky stockings as he did so. He chuckled when she squirmed on his lap. He secured the vibrating piece against her clit, but left the vibe angled behind her, so it would vibrate against her ass. He guided her legs to the outside of his, and checked the fit, ensuring the butterfly was positioned right below the clamp. Her whimpers of anticipation were right at his ear. Her soft mewls and cooing as his fingers moved about her sex. He spread their legs wide and turned both vibes on low. Her hips danced as the reverberations crawled through her loin. He kept one hand on her inner thigh, and kept a light but firm hold. He grasped the nipple chain in his other hand and lifted it above her. He tugged to test the hold. She have a soft yelp as he tugged harder. His cock stiffened in his pants as she tugged on his belt loops, her body undulated against him. He shifted underneath her, in a feeble attempt to lessen the strain. He watched her face as she neared her orgasm. She looked so at peace with her head resting back upon his shoulder. Her eyes were closed, and her lips slightly parted. Her body rocked against his, as he whispered how much he wanted her to please him. He heard her soft moans grow louder as his fingers slid over to the vibe and nudged it inside her crack so it pressed against her tight anus. Her head pressed against his shoulder and she turned her face into his neck and bit down. He watched her back arch when the first wave washed over her. Her thighs gripped his as her entire body arched off of his. He slid his thumb into her slick tight hole. Her walls spasmed against his thumb, and clenched him tight. He pressed the vibe against her and felt the tremors ripple through her. She suckled on his neck as the tremors subsided. He released the chain and stroked her hair as she came back to him. "Did that feel good pet?" He queried. She nodded, and moaned weakly. He turned off the toy and reached for a glass of water. He closed their legs and sat her upright slowly. "Take some water pet...slowly." He suggested as he held the glass to her lips. He tipped it slowly allowing her small sips. She sipped the water before collapsing against him. He leaned forward to drag the table closer to them. He picked up the fork and stabbed a tender beef medallion and popped it into his mouth. He savored the delicate flavor of the meet before stabbing another and offering it to her. She took the offering and she chewed slowly, and leaned back against him with a sigh. He continued to feed them both. His delicate blossom rested contentedly against his chest. Her naked body slack against his. He stroked her hair as she chewed, and whispered how proud he was of her tonight. His free hand stroked her hair as he intermittently tugged on the chain of her nipple clamps. He chuckled each time he heard her whimper softly as if she didn't want neighboring tables to hear what was going on behind their curtain. He reached down and pulled on the chain that was attached to the clit clamp. Her thighs tightened against his and she arched off of him. "Give me those moans." He whispered against her ear. He slid his fingertips along her slit, and spread her abundant juices over her clit. His index finger circled her clamped nub. He felt her tighten the grip on his belt loops as her arse wiggled and squirmed on his lap. Her moans filled their small space as he watched her lose herself to his touch. He continued to tease her clit with soft light strokes of his fingers, bringing her closer to the edge, but not letting her tumble into the sweet abyss. His free hand caressed her stomach, and he watched her body writhe. "Good girl." He crooned softly. "Give me that orgasm." He brought her to the cusp of release, then suddenly removed his hands from her body. He watched her flesh tremble. He grasped her clamped nipple in his thumb and forefinger, squeezed, twisted and pulled it away from her body. His cock raged inside his trousers as she arched her back and ground her ass into his groin. He moaned against her ear when she growled in frustration of not being given the release he just requested. His fingers sought out her clit once more. He grazed over the engorged tip, and pulled back when she lifted her hips to find his touch. He relaxed against him and growled louder. "Give me that orgasm." He said firmly in her ear. He expected to hear her protest that he wasn't allowing her to do so, but she remained quiet, soft whimpers intermixed with growls were her plea. He continued to play with her body, alternately tugged on each chain. As her head thrashed back and forth against his shoulder, her frustration mounting, he took the chain that clamped her clit and attached it to the chain to the nipple clamps. There was no room for movement. If she even arched slightly, each of the clamps tightened more. He pulled their legs wide, and stroked the silky flesh below her clit. Her thighs gripped his, and she arched. She yelped as the clamps dug into her and instantly fell back against him. Immediately, he found her clit and rubbed it hard. He wanted her body in motion. He wanted to see his pet feel the surmount pain as he took her orgasm. He felt the moment she gave into the pain and let herself go. His fingers flew to her hair and he turned her face to his and captured her kiss as he sent her over the edge. She screamed against his lips as the sweet wave of release washed over her. Never before had she felt anything like this. Her body was on fire, the pain in her nipples and clit melded into the pleasure he gave her. She never wanted this feeling to end. She arched and contorted, each movement brought a new wave of pleasure and pain. She reached the point where she knew not where one began and the other ended. She didn't care. She knew only that she wanted more. He continued to rub her clit hard. His mouth devoured hers in an attempt to drive her to delirium. Her lips tasted of her sweetness. Her tongue dueled with his as he fueled their hunger. His cock strained and pulsed. He needed to be buried inside her tight cunt. In one fluid motion, he stood and bent her over the table. His fingers locked on her clit, he kept her soaring as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Her screams reduced to whimpers. With his free hand, he freed his cock from his trousers and plunged into her pussy. Her walls clenched around him, and gripped him tight. He released his grip on her clit and hair and gripped her hips. He pulled her body back each time he thrust forward. Without remorse he drove into her hard. Her ass shook each time their bodies slapped together. He growled as he bent his knees, thrusting up and into her even harder. He pulled back on her hair as he rode her. He felt his balls tighten and his blood boil the instant before he emptied himself into her. He ground his hips into her ass as stream after stream of his hot cum filled her womb. He collapsed on top of her, his cock still pumping his life into her. "See what you do to me pet?" He said as more of a statement than question. He chuckled at her grunt of a response. In a feeble attempt, she clenched weakly around his cock, and milked the last of his seed from him. Her body and mind an empty void, free from all thought or feeling. She lay there, silent and frozen, save only the sound of her gasps as she tried to breath, and the rise and fall of her chest. She groaned audibly when he lifted her from the table, and pulled his cock from her dripping pussy. He motioned for her to turn. Her muscles resisted any movement, but she turned to face him. "On your knees." He commanded. She lowered herself to her knees and gently began to clean his sensitive cock with her tongue. She lapped his shaft, and moaned as she let their mingled juices linger in her mouth before she swallowed. She remained on her knees when she finished, and waited for his next command. Her mind reeled with the knowledge that she was in a public restaurant, albeit a private booth, but public nonetheless, and she'd just been fucked, and fucked hard. She tried to recollect whether she'd been loud enough for the other patrons to hear, but all she could remember was the effect of that exquisite pain. His fingers combed through her tangled hair as he looked down. His obedient little slut, she just submitted to his pleasure without abandon. Even now, he noted silently, she waited quietly for him. He pulled away from her and readjusted his cock back into his trousers. He watched her flinch when he pulled up his zipper, and chuckled. She was learning fast. For as much as he'd used her thus far tonight, she knew he could and would take her again at any time. "Stand up pet." He said as he leaned to pick up her dress from the chair. She stood carefully and groaned as the clamps tightened. She stood slightly crunched as currents of pain shot through her each time she tried to stand tight. She watched his eyes darken and smolder as he realized her dilemma. He folded the dress over his arm and adjusted the clasps of the chains, allowing some slack so she could at least stand straight. She whispered her thanks as she slipped her arms into the dress as he held it out to her. She remained motionless as he adjusted and tied it around her. He smiled down at her as he attempted to straighten her disheveled hair. He reached inside her dress and gave her clamped nipple a quick pinch. Thirsty Ch. 04 "Spread your legs." He instructed. "Yes Sir." She whispered as she parted her thighs. "Now, give me those eyes." He requested in no more than a whisper. He reached his hand to cup her mound when her eyes met his. His eyes bore into hers, and held them. "MINE." He stated firmly and squeezed. He thrust two fingers deep in her cunt and pulled their juices, now one, from her. He paused for a moment as he brought his dripping fingers before her eyes. He smiled as he watched her lips instinctively part. He spread the honey all over her lips before he slipped them into her mouth for her to clean. They moaned in unison as she closed her lips around his fingers and suckled them clean. "MINE." He stated softly and leaned down to kiss her lips. He felt her shudder as their lips met. He knew what ran through her mind at that very moment, the same thought that consumed him. There was only one place on her sweet body he had yet to claim, and claim it he would before the night was over. Thirsty Ch. 05 He supported her elbow as he guided her back out of the restaurant. He noticed that she was completely oblivious to her surroundings upon their exit. He chuckled softly, for he knew if she took notice she would have seen much more play than when they first arrived. He also noted that she did not appear to care that her own appearance was far from the perfectly groomed woman who first walked into the establishment. The limo was right outside the door. The driver stood stoically, giving no indication as to the activities that occurred on the long drive from the hotel to the restaurant. He stepped between the chauffer and his pet as she attempted to crawl in the rear of the limousine. He quickly climbed in after her and pulled her onto his lap, and covered her still trembling form with his suit jacket. He pressed his lips to her hair, and inhaled. The smell of sex permeated every pore in her body. He observed her willingness to please him overcome her inhibitions throughout the course of the evening. She pleased him well tonight, very well. He listened to the quiet for a moment, and felt her soft steady breaths and knew she'd fallen asleep. Gently, he combed her tangled tresses with his fingers, his thoughts traveled ahead, to what he had in store to cumulate their first night together. He felt his cock twitch as the rest of the night unfolded behind his closed lids. Yes, he thought. She's done well, but will she reach down to what's truly in her heart and give to him? He knew he could get her to respond to sexual stimuli, one touch and her body he knew was his. He knew he owned her body in the physical sense, now it would be the test to see if he would own the mind. Once he was sure of that, the heart and soul would follow naturally. The limo pulled up in front of the hotel. He waited until it stopped completely before he roused her from her slumber. He heard her groan when she attempted to stretch. Her muscles rebelled against any movement. Slowly she pulled herself from the warmth of his body and moved to the side so he could disembark first. She hesitated a moment before following him, why she wasn't sure, but she did. His quiet voice broke the silence. "Come pet." He issued softly but firmly as he extended his hand to her. She placed her fingers in his and felt the surge of his strength flow throughout her. She noticed for the first time, her disheveled appearance, but quickly dismissed any embarrassment when she remembered how much pleasure he'd given her. She stood with confidence by his side as he paid the driver, and wondered how much more, if any there would be tonight. She was exhausted from both travel and the multitude of orgasms. Her pussy throbbed in reaction to her thoughts, her nipples tingled. She was amazed at her body's response. How could she want more? She thought about his statement in the restaurant. His claim to ownership. She knew in her heart there was more. A shiver ran down her spine and she shuddered. "Cold pet?" He queried. "No Sir. Quite the opposite." She quipped back with a soft smile. As if he read her thoughts, he smiled back knowingly. "Yes, pet. I'm sure. Come let's get back to our room." They entered the vacant lobby. A fire crackled in the huge stone fireplace, she longed to sit before it with him. As they waited for the elevator to arrive, she envisioned his powerful body over hers, their eyes locked as he slowly entered her warmth. That vision stayed with her throughout the short ride to their floor and the walk that ensued to their room. He opened the door and stood back for her to enter. Once they were both in the room, he hung the do not disturb sign on the door and secured all the locks. "Pet." He said sharply. She jumped and turned quickly. "Yes Sir?" "Strip for me." He said flatly. He watched her swallow hard, and her eyes widen. She watched him move the desk chair to the middle of the room and subsequently sit. His eyes never left hers as he loosened his neck tie. She knew there was no saying no. She knew her hesitation was silly, she stripped for him nightly on the web cam. He'd already seen her naked in person, many times over since they first touched only hours earlier. With a deep breath, she untied the sash on her dress. The dress parted and hung limply, she moved her hands up her sides until she cupped and squeezed her breasts. There was no music to tease him with, but she knew he wasn't looking for a tease. He wanted her flesh exposed for him. She slid the soft white silk from her shoulders, and caught it in her fingertips before it pooled on the carpet. She casually tossed it to the bed. She hoped her bra was in his possession, she couldn't quite remember when she lost it, or the wisp of material that was her panty. She stepped out of her heels and unfastened the delicate garter belt from the stockings. Carefully she lowered each one down her leg so as not to cause a run. Lastly she lowered the garter belt over her hips and let it fall to the ground. Nonchalantly, she kicked it to the side, and once more met his eyes. "Very good girl." He commended. Slowly she turned her back to him and ran her hands over her hips and ass cheeks. She gripped each cheek firmly in her fingers and spread herself for him. She heard his soft moan behind her, and nothing more. She stood there motionless as she felt his eyes bore into her. She ached at that moment to hear his voice, to feel his touch, to taste his lips. There was nothing, no indication that he was even still in the room, nary sound except for her heart pounding in her chest. At last, after what seemed like minutes had passed, she heard his heavy sigh. It was a forlorn and tired sigh. She had a moment of panic, and wondered what she did to displease him. She had a glimmer of hope when she felt his hand wind in her hair. "Go draw yourself a hot bath and soak before we retire." "Yes Sir." She whispered dejectedly. She bit her lip and blinked back tears. Silently she walked away, all hoped dashed by his comment. He said they would retire. That meant they were done. Once in the bathroom, she let the tears flow as she turned on the water. What did she do wrong? Where had she erred? She replayed the entire evening in her head as she lowered herself into the water. She absently lathered the washcloth and gently cleansed her body. The lather caressed her skin, as the heat from the water soothed her aching pussy. Tenderly, she drew the washcloth between her legs and washed away the remnants of their union. She cursed as she felt that now familiar ache settle in her core. She needed him again. When was her body going to be sated? How could he possibly have this effect on her? She was a grown woman for goodness sake, she couldn't ever remember needing and aching this much ever. There was nothing in her opinion she could have done differently, she'd done whatever he asked of her and he appeared pleased. Although, she silently concurred, her opinion was not needed or required. Maybe she reasoned within herself, he will tell her. Only then would she be able to change. She stepped from the tub and patted her skin dry. Her flesh tingled from the contrast of the heat from the tub, to the cooler air in the room. She paused in front of the mirror to comb her hair. As she looked at her reflection, she noted a change in herself. She couldn't pinpoint it, but it was there. With a deep breath, she dropped the towel and turned to open the door. He began his preparations while she bathed. He purposely let her believe that they would be retiring, and they would, just not right away. He imagined her skin pink from the water, her cunt pulsing as she cleaned. His cock twitched and hardened. He gripped his shaft tight in his hand drew a bead of precum from his crown. Soon her tongue would lap the nectar from his cock, soon. He walked around the room and lit a few candles, any of which could be used to drip streams of melted wax across her flesh. He lined up his flogger, crop and paddle on the desk next to the couch. He wasn't sure which he would use, but wanted them all there for the taking. When he heard the door knob turn, he walked to the furthest part of the room and sat quietly. He watched her step into the room. "Stop." He commanded. "Wrong." She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him with questioning eyes. "I said wrong. Do it again." She stepped back in the bathroom and shut the door. She leaned her forehead against the door. What did she do wrong? Once again she opened the door and cautiously took one step into the room. "Wrong." She sent him a pleading look, but all he did was give her a blank stare. With a heavy sigh, she returned once again to the bathroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. What did he want? Was she supposed to read his mind all of a sudden? He never indicated in all the months they talked that there would be certain protocol when she entered a room. Wait! A smile of satisfaction slowly crept across her face. Triumphantly she returned to the door and turned the knob slowly. She straightened her shoulders in an effort of resolve. Yes, I can do this. She thought. I can. She opened the door slowly, instead of stepping into the room, she lowered herself to her hands and knees and crept beyond the doorway into the main room. This time there was no voice telling her she erred. She could not readily see him across the room at this level, the bed was too high for her to see over. Slowly she crawled, each stride becoming more comfortable, defined with a purpose. Maybe, she thought, they we're not done for the eve. She chastised herself for first of all doubting his intent, second for giving into her fears. Silently she strode across the room. As she crept, she felt more catlike. Her body swayed with each movement, her eyes glittered as he came into view. Her eyes narrowed when she realized he sat there nude. Her attention was drawn to his hard cock, which rested against stomach. Instinctively she licked her lips as she drew closer. She needed to taste him, the need turned to an ache as she reached him. She longed to crawl between his legs and take his crown between her lips and lave his silken flesh with her tongue. She stopped less than a foot from his feet, and rose up on her knees. She parted her thighs wide and rested her ass upon her heels. She held her shoulders straight, her nipples tingled with excitement as her breasts thrust forward. She cast her eyes to her hands which rested palms up on each thigh, and waited. "Very good girl. You have pleased me. Give me those eyes." She looked up at him the desire obvious Her lips parted slightly as she felt his gaze delve deep into her soul. She gasped and shivered when she saw his eyes narrow. "Now pet, show me how you worship the cock that owns you." She closed the space between them on her knees and took his cock in her hand. She cupped and kneaded his balls in her other hand. She held his gaze as she lowered her lips to lick the tip of his now glistening head. She relished the fact that he was so aroused by her. Proud of the fact that she remembered how she needed to present herself to him. She molded her lips over his tip and slowly pushed her head down until his head popped through her oral barrier. She kept just the crown in her mouth easing it in and out slowly, but kept a tight seal with her lips. She felt him shift in his seat as she pleasured him. She gave a soft moan as she inched her mouth down his thick shaft. She felt his crown slip into her throat as her nose nestled in his pubic hair. Instinctively she swallowed and heard him groan as her muscles caressed his shaft. She pulled her lips back until they hugged the underside of his head. Her tongue flicked and rolled over him as she suckled. Her fingers kneaded his sack as she drifted to where there was nothing in her mind but his cock. Her fingers circled the base of his shaft and she held him firm while her lips and tongue bobbed around his bulbous tip. She gripped his head tight with her lips and growled when she felt his hands wind in her hair. He gathered all her hair into his hands and twisted his fingers in it. He twisted them tight enough to cause her to yelp. She yearned for his touch, the moment she knew it was time for her to yield to him. He felt the instant she gave herself over to him. He was pleased at how much she learned tonight. She knew his cock well and how he wanted her to please him. He used her hair to guide her mouth over his cock. He took his time and varied the pace and depth as he played. He enjoyed watching her ass squirm as he toyed with her. Oh yes, squirm my pet. He thought. He untangled one of his hands from her hair and reached beside him. He thrust his cock deep in her mouth and held her head down. Her nails gripped his thighs as she began to struggle for a breath. With a slight flick of his wrist he brought the supple tip of his crop down on her ass cheek. Her cock filled mouth stifled her cry, and before she had a chance to grasp and absorb the first slap, he pulled her head up so she could take a breath. He slammed her head down as he brought the crop down on her other cheek. He observed how her body flinched, noted how she didn't scream with this slap, liked how her lips tightened around his cock. Her eyes filled with tears as he used her mouth on his cock. The sting from the crop flooded her body with a heat she'd never felt before. She was surprised that the hurt quickly spread through her and made her pussy tingle. Within seconds the second slap of the crop landed on the opposite cheek. This time she felt prepared even though she fought not to bite down on his cock. She whimpered as he deftly brought the crop down on each cheek in swift succession. Her hips writhed and she felt the spittle ooze from the corners of her mouth. He used his grip on her hair to control her mouth on his cock as he reddened her ass with the supple leather. He watched her flinch and squirm, felt her saliva drip from her lips and coat his heavy balls. He relished each moan, whimper, and yelp of pleasure he heard. He dropped the crop at his side and pulled her head from his cock. His pet did well with the crop, he was pleased. He reached down and pulled her across his lap and gently kneaded her cheeks. He watched her turn her head to the side and close her eyes, absorbing his tender touch to her enflamed flesh. Quickly he raised his hand and swiftly brought it back down with a loud thwap on her backside. He watched her head rise up off the couch cushion, heard her loud gasp, felt her body tense. He smiled as he watched her wince relax into a small smile accompanied with a soft moan. "My pet likes her ass cheeks red, does she?" He said with a low growl. Her hips writhed on his lap. He brought his hand down again on the other cheek. "Oh God, yes Sir... very much." She moaned as his fingers kneaded her flesh. She heard his low growl as his strong fingers spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her anal opening to him. Instinctively she lifted her hips, pushing herself into his hands. She ached to have him inside her, feel his cock press into her. This need was more than desire, more than she had ever felt before. She gasped as the crop danced once more across her tender cheeks. The sound filled her mind, the heat of each rapid slap enveloped her in warmth. His hand cupped her sex, one finger slid between her lips. She moaned and ground back against his hand. Her moans turned to whimpers as he toyed with her sodden slit. Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap sang the crop on her flesh. She cried out softly as he maneuvered the leather tip to her sensitive thighs. He was pleased with both the immediate pink tinge of her skin, and her moans and whimpers. He watched her body flinch and writhe. He spread her thighs on his lap to glimpse her glistening pussy... his pussy. He dragged his finger along her slit and spread her nectar all over her labia and inner thighs. He then thrust two fingers in her and slowly withdrew them. He watched her muscles tighten around his digits in a feeble attempt to keep them inside her. Her moans filled the room as he twisted his wrist back and forth. As his fingers scissored inside of her, her juices flowed freely, her hips rocked on his lap. His pet was in heat, and soon she would beg him to fuck her. The thought made his hard cock twitch. He continued to tease her. He occasionally brushed his thumb over her clit as he slowly fucked her with his two fingers. He tormented her with long easy strokes, and watched her ass rise up with each stroke. He heard her fingernails scrape the fabric of the couch. Her head rolled from side to side. Soon he thought, I will have her beg for my cock. Her mind flooded with emotion. She knew not where or what to concentrate on. His finger fuck drove her to near frenzy. Then his hand came down and he spanked her at the same time. She felt as if she was caught in a tidal wave of desire. Her body churned and ached from his delectable torment. She needed a release, but he kept her floating on the precipice. She knew it was intentional, and she loved and hated it at the same time. She gasped as he pulled his fingers from her depths, and pressed his slick fingers to her tight puckered hole. She froze for a moment, expecting a bit of pain, but his finger slipped past her muscle easily. She raised her ass to his hand eager for more. He watched her tense as he pressed his finger against her anus. Her abundant juices left his finger well lubed for entry as he pushed past her barrier and into her ass. He moaned as her anus gripped his finger tight. He watched his slut's body beg for her ass to be used. He kept his finger only at the first knuckle as he rotated his wrist and finger. He watched her muscle relax, while her body writhed on his lap. When he had her anus sufficiently relaxed he slipped a second finger inside her and slowly pushed into her ass deep. Her head arched back, and she thrust her ass up high. Yes his slut was ready for his cock. Now it was time to hear her beg to be taken. "Does my slut need to be fucked?" He whispered. "Yes Sir, please yes Sir, she needs to be fucked." She gasped. "Are you sure?" He asked as he forcefully thrust his fingers deep in her ass. "Yes Sir, your slut is more than sure." She cried out. "Please Sir, fuck and use your slut, please." Slap. "Please!" She rose up off his lap on her hands and knees to meet the thrust, only to have her head pushed back down to the cushion. "Did I tell you to rise slut?" He sneered. He scooped up the crop and repeatedly brought the tip down on each cheek as he rapidly finger fucked her ass. She cried out as he used her cheeks and ass. She didn't know where the pain ended and the pleasure began, but they soon melded together in harmony. Her cries reduced to mere whimpering when he replaced the crop with his hand. Instead of slapping her flaming red cheeks he began to caress each one. His touch soft and gentle, while his fingers remained deep inside her. "Please...please...oh God Sir, please." She whimpered. "My, slut does like her ass used. That pleases me." He praised in a low whisper. He slowly pulled his fingers from her tight opening, twisting his fingers as he pulled, thus relaxing her sphincter even more. Her moans and mewls were music to his ears. He scooped her up from his lap, and turned her so she was cradled in his arm and against his chest. His fingers combed through her hair as she huddled against his body. "My pet?" He whispered softly as he turned her face up to meet his. "Yes Sir?" She managed to squeak out. He searched her expression for any signs of hesitation, anger, hurt, or confusion. Her eyes were soft and gentle and full of love. He peered deep into her soul at that very moment, and what he saw warmed him to his core. At last he'd found what had been lost to him all these years. He was home. Thirsty Ch. 05 Without a word, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Gently, he placed her down on her back, stood for a moment and looked at the beauty that lay spread before him, he felt her energy radiating to him, beckoning to make his possession complete, sate his thirst. While the beast in him wanted to claim her with passion that knew no bounds, he wanted to savor this moment. He climbed on the bed, leaned over her, and kissed her lips softly. She whimpered softly as his lips met hers. Her body arched up to meet his, her breasts grazed his chest as he lowered himself to her. "Please..." She whispered. He positioned himself at her tight anal opening, and pressed against her. He lifted his head and chest to watch her eyes. She looked up at him, pulled his face to hers for a soft kiss, and spread her legs wider to welcome him. He rose to his knees and lifted her legs to his chest. He shifted and slid his cock into her pussy with ease. Her silken wall enveloped him in wetness and warmth. He groaned as he slid in and out of her, coating his cock with her abundant juices. His eyes were locked on hers as he pulled out of her and positioned himself lower. "Look at me pet. You will watch as I take you, possess you. From this moment on, you are mine, there will be no other." He commanded. She looked up at him. She felt his crown pressing against her, and she awaited the delicious stretch that would soon follow. Her mind sped through the events of the night, and she knew without any doubt that this is where she needed to be. She needed him like she needed air to breathe. She could never imagine another in his place. "Yes Sir." She answered. "There will never be another, unless you wish it so." "Very good pet." He whispered back. "I don't think I will be sharing your sweetness any time soon though." Their eyes locked together as he pressed his head slowly past her tight muscle. He held each ankle for leverage as his crown popped through into her tightness. She let out a soft gasp of breath as he slid in slowly. She struggled to keep her eyes to his, she so much wanted to close them and lose herself into the ecstasy. She focused instead on his eyes and his face. She watches his pupils dilate when he pushed past the barrier. She noticed the clench of his jaw as he started to set his rhythm. Her lips parted as his shaft stretched her opening. She ached to rake her nails down his back. She felt completeness she'd never felt before with his cock filling her. She heard him groan as he worked himself, until he was buried deep in her ass. She uttered a low yes, which sounded more like a low hiss from her lips. Unable to hold back, she broke their eye contact and arched her head back into the pillows, and lifted her hips closer to him. His grip on her ankles tightened as his pace increased. She looked back at him through heavy lids, her nails scratched at the sheets. Her hips moved in rhythm to his, she met him with each stroke. He looked down at his minx. He was disappointed when she broke the eye contact, but was rewarded with her offering more of herself to him. For this invitation, he would let the transgression pass. He spread her ankles wide, exposing his slut's cunt for his eyes. He looked down at her folds, slick with juice. He looked down to where their bodies joined as one, the way her hips arched to meet his every thrust, the pull of her flesh when he withdrew from her tightness, her want for him evident, his desire to possess her obvious. His thrusts became more powerful and demanding of her, her response and need for him to take, equally as demanding. He released her ankles and lowered himself on her writhing body. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust his full length into her ass. Her nails gripped his shoulders as the beast within demanded freedom for the both of them. He leaned over her, his hands framing her head. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair and began to pound into her. Her body arched against his, her ankles locked around him as he drove into her, feeding the beast, demanding more. The fine line of who was taking and who was giving was erased. They fed off each other's need, sated each other's hunger. Together they soared higher than either one had ever thought possible. Their eyes met once again as they both reached the pinnacle of the flight. He captured her orgasmic screams with his kiss just as he exploded deep in her bowels. He sheathed himself as deep as possible, as her body shuddered and convulsed around him. She gripped him tight while he pulsed inside her, filling her. He released her hair as their passion ebbed. He pulled back and looked down at her. Her eyes still glazed with lust, a sated smile on her face. He looked into her soul again, and again he found home. She winced as he withdrew from her. Her anal cavity already felt sore and used. She gasped as his crown stretched her wide as he pulled free. She instinctively clenched her muscles tight once he pulled free. She moaned and shifted under him. She smiled and met his eyes once more. Hers full of admiration, his full of pride. "You are mine pet." He said warmly. "Forever and a day." She replied with a soft smile. He chuckled and pulled her against him, wrapping her in the warmth of his flesh. There they lay quietly, reflecting upon their time together. Tomorrow would be another day, neither knew what the dawn would bring, but they both knew that they conquer tomorrow, and every day thereafter, together. Their search to quench their thirst search was over.