His Willing Victim

"Spread your legs please."

I did as I was told, exposing my pussy to him as I spread my legs. I knew that my lips would be slightly swollen with arousal, my clit small but more prominent than usual.

"Such a good little slut."

I only whimpered. I melted into his touch as he caressed my sore behind with warm hands, raking his nails over my sensitive flesh slowly, agonizingly. He placed one hand on my lower back, brushing the fingertips of his other hand softly across my ass, his teasing touch making its way to my pussy. I knew that I would be wet, my lips glistening, but I didn't care anymore. I wanted him to see what he had done to me. I finally accepted that my body wasn't mine, not right now. It was his, only a willing victim of his touch, his demand. I was content with that.

More gently than I had expected, he pressed his fingertip against my sex, my tight wetness enveloping his finger as he pushed a little harder. My pussy clenched, and I knew it wouldn't be long before my orgasm would course through my body, too forceful to be delayed much longer.

He let out a soft moan, running his hands all over my body, his fingers finding my breasts and clamped nipples.

"This will hurt, but it will be good. You will see."

I tensed, I wasn't sure what to expect. When he slowly started to decrease the pressure of the clamp I gasped, the blood rushing back to my nipple. It hurt, a soft, desperate whimper escaping my lips. He did the same to the other nipple, the warmth of his lips soothing them one by one as he sucked on them gently.

"I want to touch you, please."

It was only a hesitant request, words that had left my mouth without a second thought. I didn't expect him to let me touch him, but he seemed to like it.

"Good girl." He told me, his voice a soft, passionate caress. My body was glowing with pride, which surprised me. Why did I feel like I had done something good? Why did my body react to his approval so strongly? He was getting into my head... and I let him.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him, his lips finding mine in a delicious, passionate kiss. I moaned, closing my eyes, my lips melting with his, our tongues caressing each other, soft yet passionate, firm yet gentle. This was better than the crop, it was better than the clamps and it was better than the vibrator. Despite the way he had forced me to be here, I now wanted to be here. I was able to lose myself in this kiss and I never wanted it to end.

His teeth lightly grazed my lip, his tongue more forceful now, more demanding. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my hands up and down his bare back, feeling the warmth of his body as he pressed against me. Against my better judgement, I lightly raked my nails across his back, my body half on top of him now as we continued to kiss. He was still in charge, part of me knew that... but he didn't need to create distance, or tell me not to touch him anymore, to make that clear.

Finally we stopped kissing, slightly out of breath, my body tingling. I could see that it hadn't left him without a reaction, either. His dark eyes were full of lust, an intense desire that made me hold my breath for a moment. His hair was messy. I wanted to run my fingers through it, kiss him again... but he had other plans.

He stood, turning his back on me, and I wondered if it was because he needed a moment to compose himself. He wanted to always stay in charge, that was clear. Maybe he felt like he couldn't do that when his emotions were so obvious on his face.

When he looked at me again, his face was calm once more, impossible to read. He held something in his hand, his eyes locking with mine as he returned to the sofa.

"Spread your legs please, show me how slutty you are."

I blushed, my cheeks turning a soft rosy pink with embarrassment as I did as I was told, spreading my legs as far apart as I could in my sitting position. He smiled, a playful, teasing kind of smile that made my heart pound furiously and my nipples become hard once again.

He gently pushed me back down on the sofa, my legs spread, my sex vulnerable and exposed. His fingertips brushed over my slightly swollen lips, making his fingers slick with my arousal.

"Don't be scared." He whispered, butterflies erupting in my stomach as I nervously waited for what was about to happen.

I felt something cold against my pussy and moaned quietly.

"I am going to put a toy inside that tight cunt." He told me, teasing my pussy with the toy, which felt smooth against my sex.

It was a little cold, though the warmth of his hand and my wetness soon changed that.

"You are going to keep it inside of you. It will not fall out. Understood?"

I nodded, arching my back slightly. He teasingly slid the egg inside of me, circling my clit with his fingertip and covering it in my own juices before removing his hand.

"Kneel, on the floor, hands behind your back."

I obeyed; the desire to look at his face too strong to keep my eyes down as I awaited his next command.

Luke sat on the sofa, looking down at me as I remained kneeled before him.

"Suck."

It was all he said, but I didn't need any more encouragement. He removed his jeans and boxers, his cock hard, drops of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

I positioned myself between his legs, the concrete floor cold against my bare knees. It didn't matter though. I wanted to taste his arousal; I wanted to give him everything I possibly could.

I opened my mouth, my tongue caressing the head of his dick, a soft moan escaping my lips as I tasted him for the first time. I knew that he wanted me to take him in my mouth, but he would have to wait... just like I had to when he was touching me. I might be the one who was kneeled on the floor, I might be the one being blackmailed and being dominated here... but right now, I was in charge, if only for a little while.

I caressed his cock with the tip of my tongue, teasing, exploring. My lips pressed against the head, soft, warm as I continued to find out where he was most sensitive. I could see his muscles tense as my lips made their way to his balls. I kissed them, using my lips and tongue on them until he let out a soft, desperate groan.

"Suck." He repeated, grabbing my hair and forcing me to take his cock in my mouth.

Suddenly my whole body arched and I moaned around his dick, going from teasing to desperate. The toy inside my pussy had begun to vibrate, right against that one spot that could get me to cum within minutes.

"If you don't keep it inside your cunt you are not going to cum at all." He growled, pulling on my hair as I obediently continued to suck, my tongue caressing his firmness, his taste filling my mouth.

I could see that he was close, his muscles tense, his eyes half closed. But he wasn't the only one who was close. I doubted that I could keep from cumming long enough to let him cum before me.

"If you cum, slut, before I allow you to..." he paused, a low sound of pleasure escaping his mouth. "If you cum, without my permission, I will make you cum 9 more times, and I doubt you realize what a beautiful torment that would be.

The toy inside me continued to vibrate, stopping from time to time, and continuing the moment I started to calm down a little bit. He held the remote, playing my body when he wasn't even touching me better than I had ever been able to by myself.

My eyes locked with his as I felt his cock twitch inside my mouth, his orgasm not far.

"I am going to fill that slutty little mouth and you will swallow."

I whimpered, not sure if it was out of desperation or lust. My body trembled, waves of pleasure so close, yet so extremely far away. Even my orgasm was no longer my own. It was his to give, and I would take whatever was given to me.

His entire body tensed, his lips slightly parted as he groaned, his pleasure apparent in everything he did. He was still pulling on my hair, using my mouth now, his cock causing me to gag slightly when he pushed a little too forcefully.

"Such a good little cum slut."

His cock filled my mouth, his taste everything I wanted. My body ached for release, barely able to keep from letting go.

"Cum for me whore."

The words had barely left his mouth but I was already lost in the pleasure that I had been desperately seeking for so long. Warm sperm filled my mouth, my moans becoming one with his sounds of pleasure as he filled my mouth and I swallowed. My pussy clenched around the toy, and I was lost in so many sensations that I had never felt so intensely before.

When the last waves of intense pleasure finally started to fade, I looked at Luke's face. His eyes were closed, his features now soft and gentle.

"Good girl, you did really well." He told me, opening his eyes and meeting my gaze. "Clean please."

I obeyed, careful because he was so sensitive now. A few drops of his cum had dribbled out of the corner of my mouth as I tried to swallow everything, and I looked at him, unsure if I was allowed to use my hands to clean it.

"I like seeing my cum on your face.... I will have to do it more often... For now though, go ahead and clean it, but only with your tongue."

I blushed, feeling humiliated as I cleaned the cum away from my cheek, while he was watching me with a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Come here little one."

I stood, my body aching, my heart still beating faster than usual. He took me in his arms, caressing me, kissing me gently. He slowly took the toy, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he teasingly removed the toy.

He took care of me, rubbed soothing oil into my skin, which was sore from the crop and the way he spanked me. I felt safe, soothed, and strangely calm. Now there was no adrenaline coursing through my body anymore, I could feel how tired I was. Luke seemed to see it too, because he wrapped an arm around me, softly pulling me against his chest where I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"Thank you Nina." He whispered, running his fingers through my long hair. "You were amazing."

I sighed contentedly, my eyes closed.

The muted light of a very early morning caressed my face, causing me to slowly open my eyes. I was no longer in the basement, and Luke was gone; my heart still pounding. I could feel the wetness between my legs.

I knew that some day I would have to make my stories more than just stories. I just had to find the right person to guide me.