Bound Obedience (Dark Possessions Book 1)

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Bound Obedience

Dark Possessions, Volume 1

Nadia Nightside

Published by Midnight Publishing, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

BOUND OBEDIENCE

First edition. April 23, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Nadia Nightside.

Written by Nadia Nightside.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Bound Obedience (Dark Possessions, #1)

Author's Note: All Characters Depicted Herein Are 18 Years Of Age Or Older.

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Bound Obedience

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D
avid stepped into the antique shop, a little on edge. Even with the friendly little door bell ringing away; the interior was poorly lit and full of unsorted items. He wasn’t sure what to get, and had never really shopped for antiques before in the first place. But regardless, he was going to find the perfect gift for the girl of his dreams, and she was going to love him for it.

Never having shopped for antiques before was most of the reason why he was going to this store in the first place, this “Possessions.” It was brand new in town, having opened just the previous weekend, and if he didn’t know what they offered or what could be found there, he was certain that there were a great many others who had come in as of late who were in the same boat as him.

Somehow, going to some established antique shop run by lifelong antiquers who knew everything there was to know about the carving methods for seventeen different styles of cuckoo clocks just filled him with dread.

So, he was going to some place new, to help him with what would be hopefully a new chapter in his life. Whatever he got for slim, blond, beautifully busty nineteen year-old Amy, it had to be incredible. Jawdropping. Pussy-wettening. All of those things at once.

In his head, the ideal scenario was him sitting down with Amy and sliding the present across the table. They would have an isolate little spot in the coffee shop where no one could see. She would open it, tears of happiness brimming in her eyes, completely unable to form words before dropping underneath the table to suck him off.

Obviously, that wasn’t going to happen. But it was good to aim high, he always thought. That way when he fell short, he was still doing pretty well. A kiss, maybe. Or a blowjob after she sequestered him back to his apartment.

Or her apartment, he wasn’t picky.

At times, David didn’t feel as if he was in Amy’s league. Even at twenty years-old, he had no idea of his own attractiveness—whether any woman would ever want to sleep with him or not. He was awfully skinny, and didn’t know what to do with the dark mash of his hair, but he was clueless as to whether that was something women enjoyed or not. He just hoped beyond hope that Amy—beautiful Amy, with her killer smile and deadly-gorgeous body—would love him for his heart, the way he loved her.

He scanned the store, looking for an attendant or clerk or something. He had left his wallet in his car, an old tactic to prevent himself from buying too much. Once he decided what to get, he would get a guaranteed time-out to go walk to the car and think about his decision. Lining the shelves, there were all sorts of items he basically expected—odd-shaped lamps, thick rugs, tall stacks of books with no names, chairs that didn’t look made for sitting, trays full of candelabras, tea-organizers made from old picnic tables.

But then there was weird stuff too—used notebook full of scrawly handwriting, packets of balls, long ornate handkerchiefs that could double as blindfolds, tiny ornate statues of women in high heels and tiny skirts who were vacuuming or doing the dishes. And...was that a dildo, on that back shelf?

“Can I help you?” came a lovely, exotic voice from the other end of the store.

He turned to see a shape of a woman behind a curtain; she was putting something up on a shelf.

“Oh, hi,” he said, clearing his throat. “Hi. Yes, I’d love your help. Yes, please.”

Objects shuffled around as she continued to stack behind the curtain.

“Just a moment,” she said. “Anything in particular you are looking for?”

“I don’t know. It’s a gift for a girl.” He struggled with the wording. “It’s a thing for her and me. An anniversary, I mean. The gift, what I’m getting, what it’s for. I’m not sure what to get, though.”

He didn’t know why he was having so much trouble putting words together. There was something about the woman that put him off.

“This girl, she is your girlfriend?”

David shrugged, embarrassed now. “Sort of.”

The woman stepped out from behind the curtain. She was mesmerizingly gorgeous. David couldn’t tear his eyes away.

She wore a tight green gown that left her shoulders bare, a wide v-shape of perfect porcelain skin on open display for him to admire. And she clearly, obviously, wanted him to admire her. There was no doubt in his mind. Her hair was thick, long, and dark, floating down her body like some blanket woven from shiny black diamonds, somehow sparkling in the dim light of the store. Her face was elegant—regal, almost, as if she was some empress in hiding, her eyes enormous and green, her lips thick and incredibly kissable. She was like the premiere example of femininity. Everything about her seemed so lusciously...fertile.

Insanely, he wanted to grab her. He wanted to press her against the wall and have his way with her, right then and there. It was a thought that previously only Amy had inspired. Of course, he would never give in to such thoughts—he was a gentleman, after all.

The only woman he had ever seen nearly as gorgeous as this woman was Catalina Rubia, former cheerleading captain at his old high school and the bane of his entire existence. Catalina and Amy traded off places in his jack-off fantasies—Amy when he wanted someone to adore and hold, but Catalina when he wanted someone to fuck and dominate.

Sometimes, he thought about them teaming up to seduce him. Apologizing for all the wrongs they had done them—and there were
plenty
—and sometimes he thought about Amy bringing Catalina over, putting her down on her knees in front of David, and then commanding her to worship...

The gorgeous woman’s gaze, eating him up, seemed only to encourage that kind of thinking. Like she thrived off of it, somehow. Her green eyes were brimming with understanding, as if she knew exactly the sort of thinking she encouraged, and about whom.

She tsked softly, seeming to float toward him, her walk was so graceful.

“Sort of girlfriend? What is this ‘sort of?’ A handsome boy like you, I think to myself, ‘Yasmin, he must have so many girlfriends. It is no use trying to be flirty with him. He has so many, he is fighting girls off with sticks.’ Myself, I do not like being hit with sticks. So don’t worry about me.” She placed a dainty finger inside of the deep, luscious line of her cleavage. “Now, who is this insane woman who is not sure if she is yours or not?”

Every word from this beautiful woman’s mouth—this Yasmin—swelled David’s pride more and more. She was talking about...about not just one girl, but lots of girls vying for him. That he would have to be in a position where women would come to him. If only!

He was sure it was a sales tactic, but still, even that effort made him feel more appreciated than he thought he ever had from regular interaction with other women. With most women, especially beautiful women, he was awkward. It was hard to form words when women were always these lovely collections of everything that was hot and sexy and right in the world.

But with this beauty, this Yasmin...it was easy to relax. Her smile so warm and inviting. He stared openly at her cleavage, and she repositioned her chest, making it even easier for him to look.

Go ahead, she seemed to say. They’re decorated up just for you.

“Her name is Amy. She’s...we worked together. And went to school together, a while back.”

She only noticed him when they started working together and she needed a ride, of course. Six months ago, she had kissed him on the lips when he dropped her off. Since then, he had been in love—and nothing had been able to dissuade him from pursuing her.

“Ah. And she had some enormous crush on you that you are only just now noticing, so she is shy?”

He shook his head. “It’s more the other way around, actually.”

Yasmin’s eyebrows raised up. “Impossible! I cannot believe it! You are handsome! Young! What is the word...a stud! That is what you are!”

She slid on arm on his back, maneuvering him through the store. One big, delectable tit landed on his arm. He could feel the pressure in his pants starting to build. Soon, he’d have a hard-on. But somehow, with Yasmin so near, that did not seem like such an issue. Previously, it would have made him die with embarrassment.

But again, with her, this feeling of wrongness that he had trained himself with was somehow morphing to rightness. She was a beautiful woman. Of course he should have a hard-on. He was a man, after all, and fucking gorgeous women was what men did.

Wow, what a feeling.

She took him to a shelf arranged with many closed boxes.

“This is my exclusive shelf,” she said softly. Each breath coated in her exotic foreign accent. “I promise myself when I open this store, I say, ‘Yasmin, do not let anyone buy anything from this shelf. It is all too precious. Save it only for those customers who come back again and again.’ But then, this handsome man, this stud, he comes inside my shop, and my will disappears.”

She opened a box. Inside were a collection of ornate, violet ropes, coiled up playfully.

“Will is such a troublesome thing. I am so happy for it to be gone in front of you. Your girl, this girl you love, she will be happy it is gone as well.”

David shook his head. The thick fog of arousal this Yasmin produced was making it very hard to think. She was pushing so many buttons, all at once. Talking about her will being gone in front of him. Talking about
Amy

s
will being gone. But this gift, these...

“Ropes?”

“Of course. Feel them.” She guided his hand down to their soft surface. “So lovely, so right they feel. She will not be able to do anything but what you say when she is wrapped in them. She will love you, then, exactly how you deserve for being such a beautiful stud. Is that not what you would like?”

She pressed hard into his arm, enveloping his bicep with her large titflesh. She stared into his eyes, her own deep green irises seeming to absorb everything he was.

“Oh god,” he breathed. “Yeah...yeahhhh...”

That would be incredibly hot. Slim, busty Amy just doing only what he said. Amy wrapped completely in ropes, her big eyes looking up at him, expectant. Needing him to tell her to exist. Begging for him to own her more and more. Needing him to fill her until she was absolutely full of his seed. His cum. His babybatter. In his darkest dreams, his most emphatic fantasies, that was the image most prominent in his mind. Gorgeous blond Amy, so tiny and supplicating, her big tits wrapped down with constraints of his choosing.

Fuck.

“You deserve to have your girlfriend do what you say, don’t you? That is what these ropes will do. They have power, David, just as you have power.”

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