Anything for Him: Dominated (#1) (3 page)

Danny plunged and thrust inside the moist
walls, enjoying the way her eyes had gone to half-mast and she was having to
struggle to obey his command to keep them open as much as the feeling of her
orgasm.

“Good girl, come on my cock. Let me feel
how much you like me fucking you.”

The words made her come harder. Meghan
had never been caught up in excitement like the excitement she was feeling and
she could not gain any type of control over it. All she knew was that she
wanted more, and that she would do whatever it took to have it.

Danny felt his balls moving higher,
tightening and he began to drive deeper inside her tight heat. He thought of
pulling out, of forcing her to suck his cock while he came in her mouth but he
decided to wait for that particular delight. He grunted as his prick twitched
and throbbed, his heavy white come spilling into the thin latex sheath.

He leaned against the chair, his
breathing slowing as hers did. He waited until the aftershocks of her orgasm
had faded away before pulling out of, enjoying the sight of her glistening
juices on his deflating cock.

He unchained her and Meghan lay limp in
the chair, her pussy pleasantly aching and the afterglow of her orgasm making
her feel languid. When the cold steel of the chains hit the floor she began to
become aware of what had just happened.

She sat up, crossing her hands over her
breasts and crossing her legs in a protective gesture. The pressure made a
small tremor course through her pussy and she uncrossed her legs. For a few
seconds she went back and forth between crossing and uncrossing, unable to
decide which was preferable, being naked or feeling that tremor. Danny watched
the struggle with amused eyes.

“Get up and clean that mess up.”

The cold words felt like water splashed
across her skin. She stared at him, unsure of what he meant. He reacted by
grabbing her by her arm and pulling her from the chair. He hauled her across
the room, opening a small door to reveal shelves stocked with cleaning
supplies.

“I won’t repeat myself.”

“Are you insane?” Meghan demanded.

The words were met with a steely stare.
“I told you that your sole purpose would be to serve me.”

“I am not…”

“Suit yourself.”

Meghan found herself tumbling over his
knee. She was balanced there, her head hanging toward the floor and her ass
pointed at the ceiling. A hand came down, smacking her cheeks, first one and
then the other. The pain was immediate and stinging. She screamed and fought
but his hold was unyielding and his hand heavy. Her ass grew hotter with each
slap. The punishment ended as abruptly as it had begun, she found herself back
on her feet and staring at him with wide eyes while he spoke.

“Now we are going to get this straight
right now. If you do not obey, you will be punished, and you will not like it.
Now, do as you consented to do. Serve me. Get your ass over there and clean up
your mess.”

Shivers wracked Meghan and her pussy
became wet all over again. Something about the idea of being spanked, of having
been spanked, made her feel excitement that she had not felt since the first
time she had crept across a dark room with her senses straining to hear the
faint click that would betray an alarm going off.

“Yes sir,” Meghan said and reached for a
sponge and cleanser.

~ * ~ * ~

Meghan woke up to a furious banging on
her bedroom door. Her first reaction was terror, the time she had spent in jail
had not been pleasant, and her second was confusion. Her lower body had an
unusual ache and her wrists and ankles felt slightly raw.

“Are you alive?” Jenna, her roommate,
yelled through the flimsy door.

“Yes!” Meghan called as she got up and
opened the door.

Jenna bounced in, her china blue eyes
glowing, “Tell me the truth,” she demanded, “Did you rob somebody again? I mean
I’m not going to tell on you, hell you just saved our asses. I was just
wondering if you had enough loot left over to buy a decent dinner.”

“Huh?”

Jenna laughed and waved a pink receipt
under Meghan’s nose. “You paid our rent and all the late charges. We have three
months before we have to worry about that bastard coming after us yelling to
pay up or get out. So, did you rob someone?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She really didn’t. She had come home from
the office yesterday with her head spinning. She had eaten a meager dinner that
had consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a cup of tea and quickly
fallen into bed. The whole day had been so surreal, thinking about the way she
had begged for her boss to fuck her made it seem even more so. Her expression
gave her away by turning a bright red as she remembered the feel of his hard
prick inside her.

“You are lying!” Jenna crowed.

Meghan liked Jenna a lot. She was an
artist, or claimed to be, who lived on scholarships and whatever money she
could earn at any of her odd jobs, odd as in strange. She sold panties online,
got her exercise working as a dog walker, and sometimes she drew caricatures or
played a lute for the traveling Renaissance Fairs. She was a feisty and
eccentric young woman who had not cared at all that Meghan had less money than
her share of the rent in the bank, that she was a convicted criminal or that
she was from an old money family. What she had cared about was that Meghan had
had no other place to go. How could Meghan not like her? At that moment,
however, she really wished Jenna would just go away and let her go back to bed.

Before she could tell Jenna she had not
paid the rent the ringtone that she had assigned to Danny’s number rang out.
Instantly her nipples hardened and her belly tightened. She turned away from
Jenna and grabbed the phone.

“Hello,” she said in what she hoped was a
neutral tone.

Danny’s rich and deep voice spoke, “I
need you to accompany me to a formal affair this evening. I am assuming that
you no longer have a wardrobe that would allow you to dress appropriately for
the occasion so I will be outside at five to take you to buy something
suitable, be dressed and ready to go, we will go straight to the party
afterwards.”

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that.”
She was not at all comfortable with it in fact.

“This is not a loan, nor is it a request.
I require you at my side this evening and expect you to be dressed well. If
that means providing you with a wardrobe so be it.”

“I’m not comfortable with that. Do you
know how my rent got paid by any chance?”

“I paid it.” Danny said crisply. “I was
not comfortable worrying about how I would get in touch with you if you were
homeless.”

Embarrassment flooded her being. ”I do
have a job. I assume this will be coming out of my pay.”

“Oh, you will pay for it,” Danny said and
the line clicked dead.

“I have to go to work at four.” Meghan
said to Jenna’s avidly curious face.

Jenna gave her a careful once-over, “You
look awfully happy for someone who has to go to work on a Saturday. So your
boss paid our rent? Wow, how can I get a job like that?”

Meghan didn’t reply; she was busy
thinking of all the things she needed to do in order to be ready: her nails
needed a manicuring and her eyebrows could use a little extra attention.
Ruefully she thought of all the days she had spent in salons and spas but then
she brushed that off. Danny wanted to take her to a party, going out in itself
was a gift; things had been very bleak for her the past year.

“So I guess dinner is out of the
question. But what the hell, since I can pay you back at some to-be-determined-
date how about I order us the world’s sloppiest pizza?” Jenna offered with a
gamine grin.

Meghan’s belly rumbled and she laughed at
the noise, “I guess pizza it is.”

~ * ~ * ~

The sunlight beamed down on the slick
black limousine as it pulled to the curb. Meghan found herself staring at it,
wondering how she had ever taken riding in such a marvelous thing for granted.
Danny’s chauffer popped out of the front and helped her into the car, instantly
she was surrounded by the scent of leather and the sensation of being wrapped into
a luxurious cocoon.

“Sit there,” Danny said, his finger
pointing to the seat across from the one on which he sat.

Meghan took the seat and tried not to
stare at him, he looked almost devilishly good in a black silk shirt under an
obviously expensive and tailored jacket. His black slacks and highly polished
shoes both spoke of money well spent. His cologne was intoxicating and she had
to fight not to lean forward to try to inhale it into herself.

“I trust you slept well.”

She found herself unable to meet his eyes
so she kept looking at his long and almost artistically elegant fingers. Then
it hit her that those fingers had been inside of her and she yanked her gaze
away, staring out the darkly tinted window at the crowded streets instead.

“Do you like the car?”

“I had forgotten how nice it is not to
have to walk or take the bus.’

“I used to like the bus; it was the
subway that I hated.”

“Really? Why?’

Danny had to bite his tongue to keep from
telling her that the dark spaces under the earth had made him feel nervous and
afraid. He doubted that she would understand it and maybe even ask why. That
was not something he wanted to discuss with her or anyone.

Just the idea of having to discuss it
made the entire incident rise back up in his mind. It had happened in what had
been the first in a long series of foster homes for him. The foster parents had
taken him out to a bleak farm whose main product was turnips and there he had
been starved and beaten by the parents and the other boys.

One day a fight had seen him up against
all five of the other boys, including the farmer’s son. To defend himself he
had kicked the farmer’s son, the biggest and meanest of his tormenters, in the
face.  The man who had owned the farm had dragged him to a root cellar and
interred him there for three long days and nights. He had finally clawed his
way out and run away to a nearby diner where a waitress with brassy hair and a
chipped front tooth had given him food then a ride back to the city and the
office of his social worker. The waitress told his worker she had heard all
sorts of stories about the home he had been living in and the worker had,
thankfully, listened.

He had gotten out of the root cellar, but
dark places had always made him uncomfortable ever since. Trying to shake off that
melancholy that followed that chain of thinking he looked over and caught
Meghan looking at him with empathy.

“I don’t like small dark places.” She
said calmly then she turned her head back to the world outside of the windows.
“That was the worst part of being in jail, the smallness and dimness of the
cells.”

“Were you afraid of those places before?”

“I used to have to sit in the closet so
that one of my nannies could have smoke breaks. Sometimes she forgot me there
and left me until it was time for bed.”

“Why didn’t your parents stop her?”

“They were in France that year. She left
before they got home; she stole most of the silver and a lot of my mother’s
smaller jewelry. The cook and butler had been given a year off as it was just
us there so I was alone for a few days.”

“You must have been afraid.”

“No,” she said in a remote voice, “I was
relieved. It was the only time in my life I wasn’t afraid.”

The car slid to a stop along a curb,
halting the conversation. Meghan had fallen silent anyway, wondering why she
had shared such personal information with Danny. She had never told anyone else
about that incident.

Danny helped her out and they went to a
small door set into a plain brick wall. He rang the bell and then announced his
name. The door buzzed open and they made their way up a cramped set of stairs
to a landing. There sat another door, when that one buzzed open they walked
into a lavishness that would have seemed impossible to anyone who was unaware
of what the shop really was, the private boutique that was stocked with some of
the most expensive and extravagant clothing on the planet.

Thick carpet ran underfoot, small private
sitting areas were discreetly hidden behind screens and Danny and Meghan were
ushered into one by a tall leggy blonde whose face had been in a few magazines,
hiring struggling models was but one of the boutique’s marketing strategies.

The chairs grouped around a small table
were all of the softest leather, they sank into them and immediately a gorgeous
man with hair that had been foiled and highlighted to perfection appeared,
holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. At Danny’s nod the bottle was
uncorked and the glasses half-filled.

Quiet music and the subdued lighting
helped to create the sense that they were sitting in a calm oasis and the hours
passed in a rush of decadent fabrics sliding across her skin, the feeling of
Danny’s eyes resting against her nudity when she was asked to strip in order to
have her body measured.