His Temptation –
The house was dark, the main room only lit by the flickering of the many candles she so loved. The TV was off, the forlorn Playstation 3 resting beside it, unused and unloved for the evening's entertainment. In the distant kitchen the remains of the evening meal, lovingly prepared by the both of them had been washed and cleaned away, as was their tradition, the home tidy for the morning.
The girl, a young woman in her early 20's, rested on the couch. She was dressed as she had been instructed, a short black mini-skirt of the sort that caused passing men to think lewd thoughts concealed her perfect ass, while a simple black zip-down jacket concealed the tanktop that was her only other garment. Panties shoes, socks, even her bra had been abandoned by her masters order, and she could not help but feel a shiver of cold upon the evening indoor air. At least her breasts were comfortable enough, her skinny form boasting a stunning B cup, almost large enough to qualify as a C, although the extra sensitive nipples nature had blessed her with felt oddly stimulated against the rough fabric of the top. Her legs were folded before her, one atop the other her head leaning back on the couch, her eyes closed. This too, was part of her instructions which had been neatly handed to her in an envelope after dinner. She had rushed to obey without question, vanishing into their shared room to put on the required garments, only to discover that when she had returned, her master was gone.
Master...
Her mind loved the thought, the sound of the word. A free pale hand traced up her top and brushed against the other item that she wore, although you could hardly call it a garment. It was simple really, a leather band attached by buckle around her neck, a small ring hanging down over her windpipe. The collar of a submissive, the sign she wore every day to scream at the world that her mind and her soul belonged so utterly to him. It would be pointless to try to put it into words, the aching of her heart, the shivering of her skin, the look in their shared eyes when they gazed upon the other. But the finger now tracing over the collar was all the reminder and understanding she needed to know where she belonged. She knew not where he had gone, but she did not complain, she followed her orders, knowing, longing for him to be back to share whatever surprises and pleasures the evening would bring.
James, although she never called him that, was waiting in the kitchen. Dressed as simply as the girl he wore a dark purple shirt, black jeans, and a pair of boxer shorts. He too, like the girl wore no socks or shoes but for him there was a more practical reason. His eyes, brilliantly blue, watched the girl in the candlelight, the flicking shades of yellow glinting off her rare and precious ginger hair, worn loose and free causing it to pool around the back of her head.
He knew that he would have her tonight. It would not be the first of course, the couple had long since performed every depraved act that they hand a mind to do so since they met those few short years ago. But that had never made any difference; it had never been less special, less passionate. Every time was different and unique, and he knew tonight would be no different. Slowly now, he walked towards her unclothed feet making no trace of noise as they stalked upon the carpet the girl, his Temptation, unaware of his steady approach.
A sharp intake of breath was the first thing that caught her mind and body as she felt a hand lash out from behind the couch and grapple around her neck, thumb on onside, forefinger on the other applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult, but not impossible.
'Daddy?..'
The word slipped from her lips as she tried to lift her head further backwards to get a look at her attacker, the hand that had formerly been playing with her collar attempting in vain to prize off the hand around her neck. But he was standing too far back his head just out of her line of sight, and the struggling only making the pressure on her neck all the harder. Already her mind was racing, the space between her legs growing hot. The harder she struggled the more helpless she felt, a fucktoy for his amusement.
'Good Evening Pet... You look, delicious. A proper little slut.'
'Only for you, Daddy...'
She continued to struggle, but she had never really been able to overpower him, the hand locked at her neck remained there, even now both her hands were struggling to remove the threat.
'Only for me? I've seen you wear those clothes out before. I've seen the way you've let other men look at you. You know you had other men before me.'
'I'm sorry Daddy, I never meant...'
With a lighting movement James stepped around the couch his hand never leaving her neck as he came to stand before her, his legs brushing against hers as he looked down on his captive slut. Before the sentence was even finished his free hand lashed out, capturing a beautiful handful of hair near the roots, fingers balling into a fist as he gained complete control of her head. The girl's eyes grew wide as she looked up at him, her sentence abruptly changing into a strangled.
'Sir...'
James' voice continued on however, his harsh tone brooking no argument, no remorse, no escape, his hand tightening against her hair as if reminding his little whore all the pain he could make her suffer at but a whim.
'You owe me, whore, you owe me more than you could explain, and you're not done paying it back. On your knees!'
Struggling forward the ginger attempted to comply with her orders but apparently not fast enough for the older man. Her head and neck yanked uncomfortably forward even as she struggled, the result being an uncomfortable landing at His feet, naked knees slamming into the carpet as her pretty features came to eyelevel with the growing bulge in his crotch. At least the hand about her throat slipped away, making the breathing easier, although part of her twisted mind knew that really she wanted it back...
'You know what I want my little fucktoy, don't you? Give me what I want, or I'll take it out on your ass.'
A little nod escaped the girl, her hands obediently rising to undo the jeans, pulling them down to around his ankles, before repeating the motion as quickly as she might with his boxers. As the garments started to slide away, his cock broke three. Nothing special perhaps, a seven inch long shaft, not to thick or thin, just right in fact, to be rammed all the way up to the hilt in her throat. A lesson that she remembered well, for that first night she had thought perhaps she might choke to death. Since then it had become easier of course, hours of throatfucking breaking her into the role, but every time she saw the cock hanging before her lips all the memories of helplessly having her face shafted came rushing back, the helplessness and abuse doing nothing but making her hotter and damper her twisted mind eager for the abuse to come.
'That's better. Now look up and open wide.'
She did as she was bidden, brown eyes rising to meet his own blue ones, her lips parting as wide as she was able. There was not even time for a simple 'Yes Sir' before she found her head dragged forwards by the hair, a good four inches introduced rapidly to her mouth, her tongue already starting to move as best as it was able as her masters cock forced it's way even deeper. Five inches, six.. her hands pushed out against his legs, trying automatically to push him away, but it was no use. Two hands were on the back of her head now, and she was about to gag, the fullness of him buried inside her. She couldn't breathe she couldn't think, she...
Then it began to slide out, swiftly, her tongue tracing elegant patterns on his receding head, the salty warm taste of precum making her mouth water all the more. The breather did not last long however, his cock forcing its way back into her with wild abandon as he settled into his favorite pattern of facefucking, her head helpless in his hands. She could try and resist him with her teeth of course, but once again, prior experience had taught her that that path was never worth following. Just thinking about it made her ass ache in sympathetic pain. It was easier... And for the part of her mind that could attempt to think, much more enjoyable to just go with the flow, to open herself as wide as may and let him side his warm shaft right down her throat. She might gag, certainly breathing through her nose alone had been a hard won talent but there was something...
Her train of thought was abandoned as the rough hands intensified their grip on her head, forcing her forward, James' cock hitting the back of her throat and pressing deep in, no further sliding in and out as he held her there face buried in his crotch the smell of his manhood assaulting her noise. A weak moan escaped her, a mistake perhaps as it allowed his cock a good half a centimeter further down. Her tongue licked, or tried to, at the shaft which kept itself thrust deeply in her.
God...
She was so helpless, held in place her lovers hands thick in her hair her mouth filled with his essence, she couldn't help it. She needed release; the fire between her legs was unbearable. Her fingers slipped from her master's leg, first heading to the floor, and then rapidly sliding up her own. Thank the lord she hadn't worn any panties, she wanted to, she needed too... A shiver went down her spine as fond her mark, two elegant fingers taking herself in deep.
'Whore!'
Suddenly, her mouth was filled with a fresh rush of air, her slender form thrown away as James at first yanked her head free of his cock and then abandoned her hair tossing her back into the couch. Spread backwards against it her legs parted and her tiny black skirt hitched up where she had slipped in her fingers; she knew her sin was revealed for him to see. She should of never had done it, she knew she was not allowed to please herself without His consent, but she had been so desperate, she needed him, needed more. Now he had seen her, must have been watching her break the rules, and she would be punished.
'Did I say you could please yourself, slut?'
'No Sir...'
She shrunk back away from him against the couch, her voice soft as she raised her gaze from his moist cock up to his wrathful features. He could be so harsh when he wanted to be.
'Then why are you doing it? Are you breaking your rules again?'
'No Sir... I mean, yes, but, I wanted...'
Before the sentence could be finished she felt her neck snap to the side and the familiar feel of her ears ringing. A hand rushed up to her face, the other still resting upon her pussy, to feel the fresh heat that was her cheek. There was something about being slapped that... Suddenly her hand was torn away, James' strong grip about her wrist yanking the limb away from her features, this time he delivered another stinging slap, a backhand and worse than the first. A tear welled in her eye with the sudden pain of it all, but a trace of defiance was still in her eyes. Her free hand raised in an attempt to defend herself from further assault, but that to was then snatched.
'You're mine wench. I'm going to take you, and use you, and you're going to beg for every second, or find yourself alone on the cold floor.'
'Daddy... I...'
