His Belonging - An Erotic Tale (4 page)

“I can't understand anyone not wanting to have their
freedom. Never mind wanting to subjugate themselves to another
person's will.”

“Blake, the way I figure it I'd either be dead or in prison
by now if I hadn't taken Tom up on his offer. You have no idea how
crazy I could get. Tom said that part of the reason I make a good
personal slut is that there isn't anything I am unwilling to do. This
way I have someone else watching over me at least, making sure I
don't go too far, keeping me from hurting or killing myself or
others. I used to have no sense of self-preservation once I got
going. So as far as I am concerned being a personal slut to a good
master is a win-win situation.”

“I'm not trying to be pushy here or anything but did you
ever think of trying a shrink instead of a severe alternative
lifestyle?”

“Yes, in my teens I tried a shrink. I got worse because they
kept telling me that I needed to 'find my limits' and 'push my
envelope'. When I got suspended from high school and my parents found
out it was because I thought I was following my shrink's
instructions, that stopped quickly.”

“Okay, forget I asked. You've obviously given this a lot of
thought yourself.”

“Remember I told you it was a week before I showed up on
Tom's doorstep after getting suspended, that entire week was spent
reviewing my options. This seemed the best one for me.”

“So, I own you, do I? What, exactly, does that entail?”

“Well, if I were your average personal slut, it would mean
sex however and whenever you wanted but if you got too pushy or
insisted on something I couldn't stand then I'd say no. I'm not
average though, I'm well above average in many ways. In this case it
means that beyond just being your personal slut, I am yours in my
entirety. I'd say I'm your slave but that suggests that I'm unwilling
and I'm not. I am yours to use, to command, to do whatever you like
with. You have to be my sense of self-preservation though. I'll do
whatever you ask or tell me to. In a lot of cases, I'll do what I
think you want me to do even.”

“So essentially anything goes?”

“Yes, anything goes. Most of the time I won't even remind
you about being my sense of self-preservation but I think it
important to let you know that at the beginning of our relationship.”

“Damn it, I'd love to test drive you some more but I don't
think I'll be getting another erection today after that blow job. It
wore me out entirely. Here I've been, staring at your gorgeous body
while we talk, hearing you say that you belong to me and will do
anything I tell you and I'm still limp as a noodle.”

“I can fix that for you if you like” Courtney replied
with a shy smile, “I may excel at oral sex but like I said I'm
above average in many ways and I bet I can think of one that would do
the trick.”

Blake stared at her with interest, wondering just what she had up
her, non-existent, sleeve now.

“Sure, let's give it a shot.”

“Do you have a stereo down here that will accept flash
drives?”

“Yes, over on the bookshelf there.” Blake pointed
across the room.

Courtney walked over to her bag and bent over it. Rummaging in an
outside pocket that Blake had missed, she came up with a flash drive
and two small scraps of fabric. Meanwhile Blake's attention had been
captured. He had yet to get a good look at her ass and now that he he
saw her bending over he could see that it was as attractive as the
rest of her. It was well-shaped, well-toned, and of a size to match
her flaring hips. He wanted his hands on it badly but let her
continue with whatever it was she was offering.

Courtney walked over to the stereo, turned it on, and plugged in
the flash drive. It only took her a moment to work out the controls
and then music came from the speakers in the corners of the room. It
was a recently popular dance mix, heavy on the bass. She quickly did
something with the fabric and then turned the volume up a bit and
moved to the center of the room. She caught Blake's gaze and began to
dance.

The two tiny little scraps of fabric she had retrieved were, quite
possibly, the most revealing bikini ever created. It was scanty
enough to make micro bikinis look like mu-mus. Her nipples were
covered but her areolae protruded on all sides of the 'cups'. The
panty portion appeared in constant danger of sliding into, and being
devoured by, her pussy. The effect was incredibly erotic, seeing her
in the tiny two piece was more than twice as stimulating as watching
her utterly naked had been. Once she began to dance the effect was
increased by a factor of five.

When Courtney began to dance she seemed to disengage some of the
bones in her body. She moved where she would, as she would, and with
no regard to gravity or anything else. Some of what she did should
have had her in a pile on the floor, other moves should have caused
broken bones, and yet what resulted was a sinuous, erotic dance that
could give an erection to a corpse. Bottle what she had, sell it as a
cure for erectile dysfunction, and you'd become an instant
millionaire.

Courtney's dance was an expression of herself and her feelings.
There was a hint of chaos to it, a remnant of her former self and
life before she received training. At the same time it was a tightly
controlled expression of lust, a demonstration of her primal urges
that had been encouraged to grow during her training, and an offer
that was impossible for certain parts of the body to refuse.

By the end of the first song Blake found himself back at half
mast. For a while in the middle of the song he had been fully erect
again but as Courtney's movements slowed his erection receded. She
ended the first song completely still, her hair shrouding her face
and upper body. Her voice crept out from behind her hair, slightly
muted:

“This next song is my theme song that I like to gift to good
owners. Tom had it and now I'm offering it to you.”

The room began to reverberate with the music of NIN:

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

On and on the lyrics to 'Closer' from
Nine Inch Nails rang out in his living room. Driven by the deep,
insistent, bass beat Courtney offered all that she was, would be, and
could be to Blake. Her dancing body made it clear to him that what
she offered was everything she had and was. At the moment Blake
realized that the offer was for real, he was captured forever.

A woman that he found attractive, that
as far as he could tell was intelligent, that had bedroom skills
beyond anything that he had ever known. A woman that wanted to simply
be owned by him, that wanted him to be her everything. A woman that
he might be able to trust.

He was far gone by the end of the song.
He found that he had risen from the couch and approached her as the
music was ending. As the music faded into silence, Courtney folded
herself over like a flower folding in its petals for the night. Her
end position had her bent over double, grasping her own ankles, with
her legs slightly spread. Blake was sure it was an offer, her pussy
was aimed straight at him. During the dance his erection had come
back full force and as he strode forward he grasped her about the
hips, aimed himself roughly at her, and penetrated her forcefully.

Courtney let out a gasp of pleasure and
tried to drive herself back onto him. She didn't quite have the
leverage for it though and the only thing that kept her from falling
was Blake's grasp on her hips. Blake had managed to shove his cock
halfway into her in that first thrust and was now trying to get
deeper with limited success. Blake stood several inches over six feet
and was very broad, his cock was sized proportionately to the rest of
him and was slightly longer, and much bigger around, than average. As
he struggled to penetrate her deeper she began to undulate beneath
him. Her movements helped him manage to penetrate more deeply but he
soon found himself stuck. The position she was in had her pussy drawn
tight and there was simply no room to maneuver. At the low point of
each undulation he could manage to slide in a touch farther but
unless he took those opportunities at the low point to withdraw some
he simply couldn't thrust in and out of her.

Courtney took the problem into her own
hands and he began to feel her vaginal muscles clenching against his
cock inside of her. Rhythmically they clenched against him over and
over, encouraging his cock to maintain its erection and substituting
for thrusts. Blake was unwilling to take a substitute for thrusting
though and he finally gave in, pulled his cock out of her, and lifted
her off the ground. She wasn't really light but he was in great
shape, he was easily strong enough to lift her up, spin her around,
and lay her down on the coffee table, face up, legs spread, with both
of her arms pinned above her head by a single one of his own. A
gleeful grin was evident on her face once he could see it.

Blake didn't observe any niceties. Once
he had her laid out on the table he penetrated her again, his thick
cock spreading her labia as he thrust into her. He was leaning
against the edge of the table, pounding away on her almost
immediately once he was inside of her. In this position she was much
looser and he could get a good thrust. When he thrust all the way
inside of her he could feel himself lightly brushing against
something with the head of his cock. His free hand went to her proud
breasts, instead of the teasing and stroking he would normally opt
for he grabbed hard. His earlier estimation was right, her breasts
were just a tiny bit too small to fill his hands but they were taut,
soft, and smooth. Her nipples were fully erect now and his fingers
found them. They abused her long, hard nipples, pulling and twisting,
pinching and squeezing. Through it all Courtney simply seemed to be
getting more and more turned on.

Courtney's previous silence was now
broken by gasps, moans, and quickened breath. It seemed that the
rougher he got with her, the more turned on she became. Blake came to
himself a little. This was a side that he didn't normally like to let
out, and stopped abusing her breasts. His hand slid down her taut
stomach and came to rest on the top of her clit hood. He began to
move his index finger in small circles, putting firm pressure on the
skin beneath. Once again Courtney responded, she immediately became
wetter to such an extent that he could notice it with his cock. When
his middle finger slid back the hood of skin and his index finger
shifted to direct contact with her clitoris, she began to buck and
writhe beneath him. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on him tightly,
trying to interfere with the movement of his cock. She had done her
job of reinvigorating his erection too well though and he continued
to force his way in and out of her. Courtney had a look of ecstasy on
her face but had her lips clamped shut hard enough that the pressure
was whitening them.

Blake was in a playful mood now, having
drawn himself back from the edge of his darker desires. He leaned
forward, pressed his lips against hers, and tried to force his tongue
into her mouth. Her lips released their pressure but as his tongue
began to enter her she screamed with pleasure, directly into his
mouth. He pressed his lips firmly against hers to mute the scream and
explored her mouth with his tongue. Little whimpers and gasps escaped
from their tightly sealed lips, spurring him on to more
experimentation. She was wonderfully responsive and if she happened
to be a screamer? Well, he had an acre of land so the neighbors
shouldn't be bothered too much.

Blake finally broke off the kiss and
leaned back up. Throughout the entire thing he kept pumping away at
her cunt. Courtney was sopping wet now and that allowed him to both
pick up speed and go as deeply as he wanted to. He kept slamming away
at her, lost in a haze of lust and need.

Courtney kept cumming on and off, over
and over. Unlike women he had made love to before there was none of
the 'I can't take any more, stop, please cum already'. Her response
to each new orgasm was to thrust her hips upwards so he could pound
her harder. After the last one she'd actually managed a few
intelligible words:

“Oh yes, use me. That's why I'm
here, it's what I live for. If there is anything you want to do to me
then just do it. If there's anything you want me to do to you, just
tell me to do it. Command me as you will, use me as you will. I
belong to you!”

Blake had been thinking that this whole
owning her thing was silly but when she talked about it while he was
pounding away at her, he'd swear his cock grew larger. He certainly
knew that it made him more intent, if that were actually possible, on
pounding her as hard as he could.

Courtney was between orgasms and chimed
in again:

“Oh Master, please use your slut.
Call me your slut, let me know that you've claimed me as your slut
and you'll make me hotter than ever. Maul my breasts, my lips, my
mouth, do whatever you want to me to turn yourself on more.”

Blake knew that Courtney was treading a
dangerous line here, even if she didn't. His dark side wanted out
badly. Years ago he discovered that pain and pleasure were really
quite close and that he could easily use one to enhance the other.
He'd put a stop to his play in that area and tucked those desires
away years ago. He'd thought that he might have gotten rid of them
entirely but they were rising to the surface now.

“Be careful slut, you don't know
what you're asking for. I'd really love to plunge my cock deep into
your ass, as far in as I can get it. Then while I pump away on your
ass, I'd love to maul your breasts, stretch your nipples out as long
as I can get them, and bruise your lips with my own. You don't really
want me to let go, do you?”