Who Owns You Pt. 03

Zendaya tensed immediately when she heard his voice and felt his hot breath at the nape of her neck.

"Did you wear that collar just for me?" he asked.

She felt her pulse race, her breathing tense and her body stiffen. How had he found her? Zendaya then felt his hands caressing her thighs. The dress she wore covered most of her body, leaving only her smallish breasts on display.

Zendaya gulped as she felt sweat begin to form on her brow.

"I asked you a question." He stated, expecting her to answer quickly.

"N-no master, I didn't even know you were here." Zendaya said, calling him by the name she had come to know him as ever since he came into her life.

No matter how successful she was in acting or fashion, no matter how the public saw her in interviews or on television, she was just this man's slave behind closed doors. She didn't even know his real name. Zendaya felt his breath on her neck again, she hoped no one could see how nervous she really was.

"Do you have plans tonight, my little slut?" He said. She tensed up again, she hated the way he treated her, but she always felt too weak to fight back to him. Like in some way she enjoyed the treatment he was giving her. Zendaya shook those thoughts out of her head immediately.

"Yes m-master. I'm going out with my publicist and-" he put up his hand to stop her. She fell silent instantly.

"Cancel your plans, you are spending tonight with me." He said, his confidence annoyed her. She spun around to look at him, his features made her wet almost instantly.

"Master, I have to-"

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He interrupted. Zendaya looked around before lowering her head.

"No master." Zendaya said, her will defeated. He smiled.

"Good, Roosevelt Hotel, Room 1040, 10pm..." He started to walk away but then turned back to her "...and change out of that ugly dress and into something more of what I would like."

He continued to walk away, Zendaya doubted he heard her mumble a "yes master".

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She was right on time she noticed as she approached his hotel room. She got many looks from hotel staff and guests from what she was wearing but as well known as she was in Hollywood many just brushed it off as another outlandish outfit she wore to look good in the papers.

'If they only knew' Zendaya thought to herself as she steadied her body and mind for what was about to come.

She knocked on his door.

No response.

Zendaya expected this, he loved making her wait outside his room or home dressed in a slutty outfit just so others would stare at her, she chocked back a sob as she realized this was indeed turning her on. As she was about to knock again he opened the door looking her over.

She looked up at him again, his gaze making her feel so small. She fidgeted with her outfit.

"D-do you like it?" She asked, feeling like a schoolgirl talking to her crush.

"It's passable." He said turning into the room. Zendaya's jaw dropped. 'Passable? The nerve.'

Zendaya walked into the room intending to give him a piece of her mind, she slammed the door which made him stop and turn her to her with a look of amusement on his face.

"Listen here you sonofabitch, I picked out this outfit for you because you called my dress ugly which is the latest in a long string of degredation and humiliation I've had to go through ever since we started seeing each other. Well I'm tired of it, you cannot treat me this way anymore and-" He held up his hand in the middle of her tirade stopping her instantly.

Zendaya immediately cringed at what she had just done, she had submitted to another one of his whims yet again. He saw this expression and chuckled.

"Are you finished?" He asked. Zendaya nodded choking back a tear. He removed his jacket.

"Good, now fix me a drink." He said, putting his jacket on the bed and sitting in a chair.

Zendaya moved quickly in her stilettos and short pink coat, he could easily see the pink bikini she had worn under it. She had done this so often she knew how he liked his drink. Three cubes, vodka 3/4ths of the way to the top. Zendaya did it perfectly as she walked over to him, knelt in front of him and presented him with his drink. The humiliation of being made to kneel and serve not only further embarassed her but turned her on as well.

"This looks like a great drink, and it's going to be even better while you're blowing me." Zendaya blushed as she rested her hands on her knees and looked away from him, but he lifted her head with a single finger under her chin.

"A girl like you can make a man really happy. You want that, it's what makes you special." He said, making Zendaya look him in the eyes.

"Yes master." Zendaya agreed, her arousal beginning to override her embarassment.

He leaned back and watched as Zendaya undid his pants and took out his cock, flicking her tongue over the head few times before she took him into her mouth. He watched amused, taking a swig of his drink.

Zendaya began to go to work, she kissed, licked and even deep throated but surprisingly he held out. She massaged the sweet spot at the tippy top of his shaft on the underside. She took his balls in her mouth and swirled her tongue around. Zendaya looked up at him for approval, cock still firmly in her mouth, but he was still enjoying his drink and not even looking at her.

"To completion," he said.

He set down his drink and grabbed two fistfulls of her hair, one on each side of her head. He was gentle, but firm as he held Zendaya in place, thrusting his hips and pouring himself into her mouth. He stood up and started face-fucking her.

He groaned loudly in excitement as he saw Zendaya put her hands behind her back. He thrust faster into my mouth, careful to make his movement fluid. His grip on her hair tightened as he didn't allow his cock to leave Zendaya's mouth. Both of them knew what was coming. He tensed up and groaned loudly as Zendaya choked as he came into her mouth. She swallowed ans even allowed herself a slight smile.

"I told you you would like it." He said as he looked at her amused. She regained her breath.

Zendaya rested her head on his lap and he softly stroked her hair as they both regained their composure.

"You love this don't you?" He asked. Zendaya looked up at him, not knowing what he was talking about.

"That little tirade earlier, silly girl. You think I don't know what a girl like you thinks she wants in a relationship? You think you want white picket fences and the house in the suburbs, but look at how your body responded to being my sex slave." He said, Zendaya lowering her head in shame again.

He quickly lifted her up and pushed her on to the bed, knocking her thighs apart. He quickly removed her jacket and bikini bottoms. Before Zendaya could register what he was doing his fingers were inside and her back was arched.

"Holy shit" She gasped, as he knowingly rubbed her g-spot with his fingers.

He got up and kneeled between Zendaya's legs and pulled her up, so her butt was resting on his thighs, legs wrapped around his waist.

"I am going to fuck you and you'll see what you really are and what you have always wanted to be."

Zendaya nodded.

She lifted her hips to meet his and he drove his cock deep inside. He began pounding away at her as she gripped she sheets and moaned. He thrust into her harder and harder as she felt her own body tense up. This never happened before but she was about to cum first. Zendaya moaned in orgasm, loud enough that she briefly feared that people in neighboring rooms would call hotel security.

She was certain he felt her orgasm but it did nothing to stop him, if anything it further spurred him on. He took a firm grab of her hips and thrusted harder than Zendaya was used to. His pumping came faster and faster until he seized and groaned hard. She felt him erupt inside of her. A few short jabbing thrusts later and he relaxed nearly collapsing spent on the bed.

Zendaya barely moved as she noticed him getting up and wiping himself off using her bikini bottoms no less. She didn't even have the energy to be angry at him at that moment. As she watched him put his pants and jacket back on he came over to her and made her look him in the eye again.

"Who owns you?"

Zendaya replied without the slightest hesitation.

"You do master."

He turned and left the room leaving the spent actress on the bed.