Bound Obedience (Dark Possessions Book 1) (3 page)

“That’s good,” he said. “Saying what I say is good. You can believe anything I say, Amy.”

She nodded, her mind adrift. The ropes felt
so nice
.

“Saying what you say is good. I can believe anything you say, David.”

His hand went around her foot, sliding it toward his crotch.

“Rub there a little,” he instructed.

Smiling, biting her lip a little, she obliged him. She could feel his bulge thickening beneath her platform heels. She had to do as he said. It was impossible not to.

“You like doing what I say, Amy.”

“I like doing what you say, David.”

An unexpected thrill ran through her body, wrapping around her pussy, moistening her cunt even more. It felt
good
to do as he said. She felt like she was
made
for that.

“Oh...” she said softly. “Okay. Yes. Tell me to do other things, please?”

He stood up then and took her hand. The ropes were still intertwined around her fingers, but she simply was
not
going to let them go back in that box. They felt too terrific for that.

“Come home with me.”

She nodded excitedly.

“Totally,” she breathed. “I’m totally going home with you.”

Very soon, they were walking down the street. He tugged her along with the ropes. Passers-by could see. She cared a little, and almost protested, but knew that it was either being led along by the ropes or having the ropes not touch her skin anymore. And she certainly could not have the latter.

In front of the door to his small building, he turned to her.

“Here we are,” he said. “Home sweet home.”

It was sort of a dump. The roofing looked caved in at certain places, and there were bars over all the windows.

“David...I...what if we went to
my
place?”

If they were there, surely she could figure out some way to extricate herself from him and keep the ropes, too. She liked doing what he said, but she thought what she really, really liked was the ropes.

“No. My place is better.”

She nodded sagely. “Yes. Your place is better, okay.”

It was a really great place. That roof caving was
so
modern art. Or art deco. Or something. It was neat, anybody could see that.

Erotic excitement flashed over David’s face. He reached over and grabbed her tit. Anyone could see.

She was going to protest, but then he said, “You like this.”

She
did
. She moaned, her pussy completely moist. His hands were so fucking good and right! Who knew that geeky David had such wonderful tit-grabbing hands?

“I like that,” she breathed.

Her eyes were so big, her mouth open just slightly. She was practically panting. Between his legs, she could see his bulge jumping forward.

Very quickly they were in his small studio apartment just down the street. It had one large living space where his bed and television were, a small kitchen area, and an even tinier bathroom.

He didn’t say anything for a long time, instead he just kept looking at her, devouring her with his eyes. The ropes had started to fall from her fingers a bit.

“Your place is sort of gross, huh?” she said.

Frowning, he took the ropes. She protested wordlessly, making sounds and walking after them. He grabbed one wrist, though, and then the other, binding her arms behind her back. Thoughts of protest, of squealing out, scattered from her mind. All she could think of was that more of the ropes were covering her body. That was so fucking good.

Soon, her wrists and hands were completely immobile, locked on top of her ass, covered in the soft, tensile rope. He made it tighter than before, much tighter than when she had just basically been holding them.

“That’s...so tight.”

“Do you like that?”

“I...I don’t know. It feels good, but...”

“Then you like it.”

Amy breathed hard. Her nipples were fully erect now.

“Say it, Amy. Say you like it.”

“I like it.”

He grabbed her at the waist, pushing her bound hands into his cock. Her fingers stroked along his thick bulge there playfully.

“You like being tied up.”

“I
like
being tied up.”

She really, really did. Why had she resisted so much? Sure, David wasn’t her boyfriend or anything, but he was really super cool to tie her up like this. After all, she really,
really
liked being tied up.

“You love this,” he said firmly. “You love it that I’m controlling you like this.”

“I love that,” she moaned. She really, really did. Having ropes around her body was her natural state of existence. She loved everything about being bound, being constrained and controlled. It was so very hot and nice.

“And you love it here, too. It’s really nice here. This is your real home. And you’ll make sure it always looks great.”

“It’s really nice here,” she said happily, each wrap of the rope around her wrist feeling like it was wrapping around her mind, binding her to his will. Brightly, she examined all the cool stains on the wall and the lovely mold crawling along the edge of the ceiling. “I love being here. It’s pretty much my real home, and so I’ll make sure it looks great.”

“Good girl,” he said, leaning forward and whispering in her ear. “You love it when I call you that. When I call you my good girl.”

“I love that.” Her voice was a soft little mew.

He leaned forward, grabbing her chin. “There’s no better compliment in the world. It makes your pussy squirm to be my good girl. Isn’t that right, good girl?”

Her pussy squirmed obediently. Hot juice started running down her lovely bare thighs.

“
Yes
Sir.”

She was completely wrapped. No matter which way she moved, her hands would stay behind her back. She could hear his breathing get harder and harder.

He walked in front of her. “Kneel.”

Obediently, she got down to her knees, looking up at him with big, expectant, obedient eyes. He dropped his pants. His cock sprang forth from his boxers immediately, and he dropped those two.

“David,” she said, a bit surprised. “That’s your cock!”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s huge. You love it.”

She was going to say that anyway, wasn’t she? She loved it. It was huge.

“It’s totally wonderful,” she said sexily, positioning her chest upward. Maybe he would fuck her with it if she was a really good girl?

His breathing got harder. “Good girl.”

She gasped, pleasure coursing through her body, emanating from her vibrating hot pussy.

“You want my cock.”

She nodded hopelessly. “I
want
your cock, David.”

“Maybe you’ll get it,” he squeezed her cheeks roughly. “But first, we’re going to get some things straight.”

That was good. Straighten things out. Yes.

“You think I’m really cool,” he told her.

“I think you’re really cool.”

Of course she did. Why was he bringing that up?

“I’m the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, Amy.”

“You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

Um, like, duh? Why else would she let him tie her up? It was so brilliantly awesome that she had convinced him to do this. He
was
the hottest guy she had ever seen. Everything about him was so incredibly jawdropping.

“You’re in total and absolute love with me, Amy.”

Yes. That was the word. Love. She loved him completely. He was her white knight. Her long lost dream hunk man, finally deciding she could spare his space.

She was so overwhelmed with her everlasting love that she barely heard what he was saying anymore, even though she knew it was shaking her to her core. Each new phrase that spilled out of her was completely true—she just barely had time to examine them before they popped out of her.

“I’m your slave.”

That only made sense.

“I obey only you.”

Well, that’s what slaves did, wasn’t it?

“I need only you.”

Who on earth else would she need?

“I want you to have lots of slaves.”

Of course she did. He
deserved
that. He was
such
a hot guy.

One command and repetition after another, David brainwashing her completely. He owned her body, he owned her soul, he owned her mind, and she wanted so fucking bad for him to own even more of her and even more sluts to serve him like he deserved. That was what kings like him deserved. He was her fucking Master. She adored him in every way. She would die for him, steal for him, kill for him. Anything he asked, she’d do it, and cum while she did, just from him giving her an order.

He stroked her face, and she stared at her Master with complete happiness and worship.

“Cum.”

She obeyed, her body spasming as she stared up at him, her mouth struggling to form the proper words for her gratitude.

“Thankkk youuuu Masterrrr,” she moaned out, so very happy to be obeying orders.

On his face, there was nothing but naked, hot arousal. Precum dripped down from his big, lovely cock. She wanted to lick it up so bad, to make him feel as good as he made her fee;. She bit her lip as her post-orgasm thrills worked through her body, moaning at his obvious perfection. He was masculinity, personified.

“Bend over, cunt.”

She could sense some anger in her Master. That was so good! It was a perfect opportunity to show how she was made to calm him and love him how he deserved.

Bending over as he commanded, she stared back up at him worshipfully, lifting her ass in the air.

“I can’t wait for your love inside of me, Master.” Her voice so breathy and happy. “It will be so magnificent.”

Strong hands gripped her bound wrists. Without warning, he slipped his bare cock right inside of her moist pussy. She was so tight down there, so gleefully hot, that she knew she was gripping his wonderful meat just how he wanted.

“Fuck,” he moaned, sinking himself into her. “You’re so good.”

That was so wonderful! He was filling her just how she needed, and she was
so good
!

She moaned, “Oh yes!” as a hot, sweet orgasm rolled through her body. Her Master’s praise was so incredible and important to her. She knew instinctively that every time that he praised her, she should cum.

“You should have been my girlfriend, slave,” he grunted.

“I should have been your girlfriendslave!”

That was so very true. Master deserved Amy as a girlfriendslave. He deserved any girl at all that he wanted. She came again, just from the thought.

“You should have told me that you loved me from the moment you saw me.”

“I should have told you that I loved you from the moment I saw you.”

Oh god yes! If only!

But then, would he be fucking her so hard, unleashing his hot, vicious thrusts that were filling her with so much fucking pleasure? Because that’s what he was doing now, fucking her like he was punishing her pussy with his cock, each and every stroke harder than the last. His cock was moving all the way out and then jamming inside of her in fluid, vicious motions. His hands on the rope on her wrists meant he could slide her forward and back in perfect rhythm with his harder and harder fucking. He was fucking the shit out of her, able to move faster and faster because of his complete control over her body. It felt phenomenal.

“You’re my little fuckbitch!”

“Your little fuckbitch! Yes I am!”

Oh god, she totally was.

“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted. “I’m gonna cum right in your fuckbitch pussy, and you’re gonna cum with me.”

“Oh fuck, please Master! Please do that!”

His orgasm shot through his body, and his load fired inside of her pussy, thick and powerful. Spurt after spurt of his sweet, hot cum sprayed inside of her, filling her more than she every new possible. Even if she wasn’t totally controlled by his will, his hands on her bound wrists would have kept her in place, jamming her back with every new squirt. She came with him, as ordered, every ounce of pleasure that emanated from her pussy feeling like it was doubled from the ropes around her wrists.

Her Master was so very fucking good to her to treat her like such a hot ropeslut.

After a few heavy breath-filled moments, he pushed her off his big cock. Amy moaned with the exit, wishing that he was hard and inside of her forever. He turned her around, slapping her face a little with his cum-stained semi-hard cock.

“You’re not really good enough for me now, are you?” he asked with a smirk. “I mean, you’re cute. You’re really pretty. Basically a princess in this town, like I’m sure you know. But I deserve better than a princess for my girlfriend. I mean, I know you really, really want to marry me now.”

She nodded, sliding her lips over his cock and cleaning it just right for him. God, marrying spending all her time with Master? That would just be something out of a fairy tale. She wondered how she would cook him all his meals when she was tied up in such sexy knots all the time. He shoved his cock into her mouth, stroking her hair. Her hands remained behind her back, resting on her ass. His cock bulged against her throat as she swallowed him eagerly. His cum was so thick and warm in her mouth, and in her pussy.

“But, at the end of the day, you just don’t deserve someone holding as much power as I do, do you slut?”

Amy sucked his cock happily, her eyes big and wide. She didn’t know how to answer. Instead she kept sucking, waiting patiently for his will to come down.

“You don’t. You get to be...I don’t know. A good little maid, or something. A cheerleader as I fuck better women than you. You’ll like that, won’t you?”

Amy nodded, moaning out a happy “Mmmmhmmm!”

Amy really, really needed David to have someone better than her as a girlfriend.

It just wasn’t fair to him to be stuck with just her his whole life. Of course, she was cute. She was really hot, actually.

But she wasn’t jaw-droppingly gorgeous hot like her Master really deserved.

And she knew just the girl to find for him.

* * * * *

C
atalina rang Amy’s doorbell, sighing a bit.

She had not even talked to Amy in over two weeks—all that Amy had said was something mysterious about having David Holt as her boyfriend. Catalina, at the time, thought she had simply misheard her. Certainly Amy wasn’t in straits so dire as to require a boyfriend like David.