Working Late

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Party Guest

I locked the door after waving to the last of my guests and flipped off the front porch light. The music was playing low now and I moved around the room picking up the last of the glasses and dishes left behind. It had been a fun little get together for football, food, drinks and just a general good time. Even looking at the mess of the living room I was still happy to have had the company over.

I picked up stray pillows and tossed them back on the couch where they belonged. “Oh forget it, I will do this tomorrow.” I mumbled to myself as I reached over the couch to straighten a pillow that nearly fell back onto the floor. 

A strong hand clamped over my mouth, an equally strong arm wrapped around my waist and yanked me against a hard, firm body. I tried to struggle but the arm squeezed me tighter and fingers began to press into my cheek.  

“Struggle and I will make this very unpleasant. Scream, and you will wish you had never been able to speak. Behave, and you will have pleasure beyond your fantasies.” A deep, husky voice whispered into my ear. As to prove his seriousness, he bit my earlobe hard and I could not help but let out a tiny yelp of pain. 

A chest deep laugh rumbled through his body as he tightened his grip on my waist, digging his fingers into my side. “You better bite one of them pillows, darling. You’re gonna need it.” 

I took a deep breath in trying to calm myself, trying not to provoke my attacker and make him hurt me.  I knew the cologne, I knew the smell of whiskey on his breath. I knew who this was! But how? How could he do this and think I wouldn’t know or say something? How could he think I would want this? It wasn't the booze, he barely drank. 

His hand came free from my mouth slowly ready to clamp down again should I scream. “Please don’t do this, please.” 

The hand quickly returned to my mouth, squeezing my cheeks painfully tight in his grip. “Don’t fucking speak! And don’t even dare say you don’t want this. I heard you talking tonight.” 

I nodded in agreement to his warning even though I had no clue what he was talking about overhearing. I tried to go over the evening in  my mind as quick as I could to understand what he could have heard or thought he heard. My thoughts were quickly interrupted as he pushed me over the couch so my ass was in the air. He pulled at my waistband, "Take them off, now!"  

I didn't hesitate and quickly removed my jeans. I had barely stepped out of them when he kicked them to the side and slapped my left cheek so hard I had to bite my lip to not make a sound. 

He groaned watching me and leaned over slightly, grabbing a pillow and shoving it at my face. “Last time I play nice tonight.” 

Taking his warning to heart I grabbed the pillow and bit down on it, my arms wrapped tightly around the soft material as if my life depended on not moving or making a sound. Perhaps it actually did.  

His grip around my waist lessened slightly as he began to run his fingers along my exposed ass. What is he doing? What kind of pattern is he drawing? Oh shit, he is outlining his hand print. No wonder that hurt so bad. The tenderness of his touch was so different from everything else so far. Was he regretting what is happening? Would he stop now and leave? I had barely registered that his fingers were no longer touching me when his hand landed in nearly the exact same spot on my cheek. I jumped and screamed into the pillow, clutching it tightly against my face so the barest of sounds could be heard. 

“Good girl. So glad you wore a thong tonight now, aren’t you?” He chuckled as he began to run his hand along the string of my panties. He paused with a finger just between my lips and groaned again. “Seems some one is liking this after all.” 

I turned my head to look over my shoulder to argue with him, “I am not lik..” 

His hand wrapped quickly into my hair, pushing my face into the pillow roughly. “Do not fucking turn your head, bitch! Fucking don’t do anything but lay there and hope like hell you please me! Do you understand me?” He shoved my face into the pillow more as he asked. 

I nodded as best I could with his grip on my hair and laid as still as I could. His hand slowly released my hair and moved back to its previous location only this time, he was not gentle or teasing in his touch. He didn’t move the thong to the side as two fingers slammed between my lips so deep the fabric of the thong dug into my clit and ass. He began to roughly finger my pussy, his hand moving so hard and fast into me that I had to spread my legs to allow him more room or risk getting seriously hurt. He plunged his fingers in deep, holding them in place as he rubbed his knuckle against my clit. 

No matter now much I hated him for this, I couldn’t help it, I moaned and squirmed with the feeling of his fingers in me. They were long, thick and strong knowing just where to press and rub. He finally let go of my waist and yanked up on the back of my panties in rhythm of his fingers. The lacey material began to rub me even more and I moved my hips slightly to try to make the sensation stop. 

Another slap on my ass, the other cheek this time, reminded me not to move. His fingers pulled free of my wet pussy and he yanked my head up by my hair, shoving his wet fingers into my mouth. I didn’t need to be told what to do. At this point, I felt it was better to work with him than provoke him. I began to suck and lick his fingers clean of my juices. “See, liking this.” 

Before I could make any response, his fingers were out of my mouth and yanking so hard on my thong that the fabric snapped. He pulled the panties from under me and tossed them on the couch next to my face. I felt him step back a little, one hand holding firmly onto my shirt. He was back against me in a flash, leaning over my body to bite my shoulder. “Here comes the real fun, darling.” 

I had barely started to breath again after his bite when he thrust his thick, hard cock into me with one fast movement of his hips.  I was wet from his fingers, but not ready for the size of him. He held there for a few seconds, pressed deep inside me, as I screamed into the pillow. Slowly he pulled himself out until just the tip of him was inside my wet walls. He rubbed his hand along my ass again and slapped it harder than previous just as he slammed himself into me again.  

I felt the couch move with the amount of force he used and I cried out into the pillow again. Lifting my head slightly, careful not to turn to either side, I felt him tense against me as he watched me move. “P-please, please, it hurts right now. I-I won’t fight you, I promise, just please…not so hard.” 

Without pulling out of me at all, he rocked his hips driving himself even deeper into my pussy causing me to whimper as the sharp pain ripped through me, only to moan softly as it faded to pleasure. He began to slowly rock his hips forward and back, pulling himself nearly out of me and sliding back in smoothly. He leaned over me again, his breath against my cheek as he continued to slowly work me from behind.“You will be begging for more, I promise you that. Just remember though, behave or I will hurt you.” 

I nodded quickly and squeezed my eyes shut tighter. I didn’t want to risk seeing anything. I just wanted him to finish and leave. I wouldn’t even say anything if he just didn’t hurt me. I was so lost in my mental chanting of be still, don’t make a sound that I didn’t notice the pressure at first. Pressure was building inside me and outside.  

Deep within my loins, no matter how much I told myself otherwise, I was enjoying this. He felt good, so good inside me. He wasn’t any longer or thicker than any one I had experienced before yet when he fully sheathed himself in me, I felt him so deep inside there was a flash of pain, even when he was going slow. I started to moan more and bit my lip in pleasure. My hips, try as I might to stop them, began to move with him trying to keep him inside as he would withdraw or meet him as he pushed in. 

I could hear him groan with pleasure above me as he continued to pump his cock into my wet and wanting snatch. “Oh yeah, some one is liking this. Come on darling, cum for me. Show me how wet I make you.”

I didn’t want to give in to my body, I hated the fact that he felt so good and I struggled to not let the orgasm come to the surface. I had held it in check until he told me to cum for him. Damn my sexual desires. Damn that side of me that longed to please. Damn that side of me that truly enjoyed being told what to do sexually. 

I gave into my primal desires and needs. The orgasm ripped through my body making my muscles tighten down on his cock as he continued the, now, almost annoyingly slow pace. I didn’t make a noise, as I sometimes don’t when caught in the high tide of my pleasure. I held my breath as the orgasm slowly died away, taking in a ragged, deep breath only after the last of my tremors subsided. 

My body wanted this now. Needed it now. Damn him. Damn me!

"Now see, a silent one is just no good. Going to have to fix that." 

It was only as my breathing resumed that I noticed the pressure on the outside again. Outside. Against my asshole. Pressing slowly. Pressing firmly. His cock still worked in my pussy as the plug finally popped into my ass and I bit down on the pillow again, shaking with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He held perfectly still buried deep inside me while my shaking stopped. I had not been prepared for that. Where did he get it? Oh fuck, he had been in my room, he had to be. Oh fuck it felt good.  

“You like that don’t ya?” He spoke so softly I barely heard him and I didn’t dare answer any way. Bad call. He slapped the end of the plug hard then wiggled it several times. The feeling had me crying out in pain but wanting so much more. “I asked you a question, don’t you dare ignore me. You like that, don’t you!” 

I nodded furiously to the question this time, though the second time he was more telling me than asking. I hated myself right now because yes, I was truly liking this and hated the fact that I was actually wanting him to continue. 

The feel of the plug in my ass and his thick cock in my pussy was amazing. I felt so full, so aroused. He began to slowly move the plug in and out of my ass without popping it out. He kept his thickness still as he did this until I thought I would scream from frustration. “Please…fuck please…” 

“What was that?” He continued the same movement, not changing his pace or adding the pleasure of his cock. There was amuzement to his voice as he spoke.“Did you want something from me?”  

I began to move my hips against him. “Please, it feels good. Please. More.” 

There was a few seconds of silence. A few seconds when he stopped moving the plug. A few seconds that all I could do was lay there and moan. His laughter broke the silence as he grabbed my hair, yanking my head up. “I knew you would beg.” 

He shoved me back down on the couch and began to fuck me hard and fast. He kept a hand on the plug, moving it with each thrust of his hips. His pace was furious and unrelenting. It hurt and felt wonderful all at the same time. He dug his fingers into my hip as he yanked me back to meet each slam of his hips. 

My body tightened, I could feel the orgasm trying to rip through me again. “Please! Permission please!”

Several hard slams of his cock into me and he growled, “Now!” 

I let the tension pour from me as I screamed into the pillow. Felt the waves of pleasure wash over my body as I came over his cock. He growled again, plunging himself deep into me as he shot his hot load within my walls. He held there for a minute or two as both of our bodies twitched and the orgasms finally died away. 

He leaned over me, kissed my cheek lightly and chuckled. “Next time, don’t let those you fantasize about hear said fantasies.” 

He slid himself out of me and stepped away. I could hear the russle of fabric as he pulled his jeans back up and heard the zipper as he secured them. I didn’t move, I couldn’t move if I wanted to honestly. My muscles were jelly after the experience with him. 

One quick slap on my ass again, playfully this time, and I heard the door open. “See ya at work Monday.” 

The door closed and I forced myself over the couch, pillow still clutched against my chest as I slid to the floor. 

“Holy fuck, I need to have another party.”

Three and O

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Master is Pleased - Chapter 4

The fabric around her eyes was soft and tied securely behind her head preventing her from seeing anything. She twisted her hands slightly and felt the cold steel against her wrists. The feel of the carpet between her toes tickled as she tried to keep on them relieving the pressure on her shoulders. Her shoulders had begun to ache from her arms being held above her head for the thirty minutes or more it had been since she was placed here.

The brush of power against her skin made her shiver as fingers brushed her skin. Her dress had already been pulled from her body and tossed to the side of the room. She could not tell if it had landed on the floor or on a chair, but she knew well enough to know that it would not be damaged either way. A low growl filled her ears as the power in the room danced around her touching her skin as if thousands of tiny electrical currents were zapping her.

A soft moan slipped from her throat as she laid her head back letting the power wash over her body. She had not been touched since being secured to the chain and was starting to grow both anxious and irritable over that fact. She wanted one of them to touch her, wanted them to bring her pleasure in ways she could never have dreamed possible. She also knew that they would not do anything before they were ready.

“Tell me, Kitten,” she jumped slightly at the sound of her Master’s voice breaking the silence. “If Christopher does all he desires to you, will you still want me or will he have won your attention?”

“Alexander,” she gasped at his question, raising her head and turning as much as she could towards the direction of his voice. “I am yours and will never seek another. What you are allowing to happen this evening is a gift that I will treasure but a gift will never replace what I already have and cherish with you.”

“My, my, some one is awfully brave to use your name like that.” Christopher quietly spoke from behind Victoria a second before the flogger landed across her exposed ass. She jumped at the unexpected pain and bit her lip, swallowing down the yelp that nearly escaped.

Fingers lightly touched her face, tracing down her jaw line before teasing her lip where she had just bitten. The power of her Master rolled over her to crash against that of his cousin’s behind her catching her in a whirlpool of energy. She held her breath trying to steady her racing heart as the flogger landed again with a quick snap.

“You have never spoken my name before, have you?” His fingers continued to trace along her lips slowly. “I think I might actually enjoy hearing it from your lips. Say it again, my pet.”

“Alexander.” One word, breathlessly spoken one second to be replaced by a moan of pleasure as fingers slid between her legs and found their way deep into her wetness.

“Oh, now that made it even more enjoyable to hear. Nicely done Christopher.” Alexander laughed as he watched the pleasure building on Victoria’s face.

Christopher quickened the pace of his fingers causing her to squirm against her restraints. Her hips rocked against his hand as she felt the pressure building within her loins. Her legs were suddenly pulled up and held apart from the front, Alexander’s hands firmly under her thighs holding her still.

“So many things I can do to you with him holding you like that.” The whisper against her ear was filled with the promise of many things unspoken. “I promise you something though, by the time we are both done with you, you will wish you were turned just so you would be able to walk straight.”

The sudden flash of power slammed against her causing her to cry out in pain as tiny flashes of anger hit her then were gone before her cry could finish. “Kitten, I am so sorry.”

“Please don’t do that again.” She begged both of them. “Christopher, my being human is not his choice. Yes, I drink his blood but have not been brave enough to allow the change. Alexander, my Master, do not be angry at him for speaking the truth. Perhaps hearing it from some one outside the house might just do the trick.”

Her smile faded as the blindfold was removed from her eyes and she stared at the serious look on her Master’s face. “Do not tease with such a thing.”

Christopher’s fingers had stopped moving but still remained inside her. She looked over her shoulder as best she could to smile at him then turned back to Alexander. “I have been giving this a lot of thought lately. However, let us all have some fun this night, then we will talk about it when I can walk again.”

With that she began to move her hips against the fingers still in her body. Hands still held her legs up and open and she licked her lips as the excitement swam through the air again. “I don’t know though, Master. Your cousin seems awfully passive. Are you sure I am the only sub here?”

Her Master threw his head back in laughter and stepped away as her words of challenge were replaced with a scream of both pleasure and pain as Christopher’s thick cock pushed forcefully into her tight ass. His hands held her legs where her Master’s had been not a minute before and his growl sent a shiver of fear up her spine. “I will make you regret even thinking that, whore. You want to be mouthy do you?”

His pace quickened and became more forceful. Each thrust sent a shock wave of pain through her that would fade to ecstasy just as quickly. “The only way I stop is when you scream my name.”

Her eyes shot straight to her Master’s, the fear evident in them. She had never called out any one’s name but his and now his cousin risked hurting her if she did not do as he wanted. Would her Master be angry with her? Would he allow her to punished so? He sat on a chair across from her, placing his hands behind his head as he stretched his legs out and watched.

“You spoke a challenge that neither of us will allow to pass.” The flicker of raw lust danced through his eyes as he smiled at her. “I know why you said what you did, however, never accuse either of us of being anything but a master in all we do. Christopher will show you just how wrong your taunting was and perhaps remind you of the reason you wear that collar.”

Christopher continued to assault her ass, his hands digging into her thighs as he held her in place while his hips slammed against her. White hot flashes of pain shot through with each plunge of his cock. The tears began to trickle down her checks as she begged him for mercy. “Please, sir, please forgive me, please ease your strokes.”

Both men laughed at her words. One filled with the humor of watching his favorite pet being punished. The other filled with an unfilled hunger. “You will have mercy when you do as I say!”

Her legs were pulled further apart until she felt as if her skin would rip open. Every muscle in her body ached yet something deep within her burned with desire. She closed her eyes and forced herself to focus not on the stab of pain with each thrust but the crest of pleasure each turned into. She began to moan softly as her arousal intensified and she found the pounding she was taking to be enjoyable.

Pressure began to build within in her, each movement of his hips pushing her closer and closer to the edge of the cliff of ecstasy. The thickness of his cock was wonderful, stretching her tight hole, filling her and making her wince just slightly when he would fully enter her. His pace quickened again becoming more powerful than before, it felt like her soft checks would be bruised from how hard he hit against them.

“Please, sir…” She began to beg him again, her voice breathy from excitement. “Please let me come for you.”

Christopher dug his fingers into her thighs breaking the skin causing half-moon shaped slivers of blood to appear on her. “Scream it!” He growled as he unleashed his fury in her, rocking her against the restraints on her wrists.

Darkness danced at the edges of her mind. The pain brought by his new burst of strength was threatening to rip her from the pleasure her body so craved. Throwing her head back with the onslaught of sensations, Victoria screamed in pleasure, fear, lust and pain. She screamed the one thing that would save her before the darkness consumed her.

“Christopher!”