Owned (3 page)

“But I’ve never…” I gulped, hating the
pathetic sound of my voice as I admitted how sexually inexperienced
I was, even with my own body. “I don’t know how.”

“You’ve never touched yourself, never been
curious?”

“I was curious but I never worked up the
nerve. It seemed…dirty.”

His mouth tipped in a wicked smile. “You say
that like it’s a bad thing.” Moving to my side, he trailed his
finger down my belly. “A woman’s body is as unique as her
fingerprint. The way to her pleasure is just as unique. Some
require a firm hand, others a light touch. I believe…you need a bit
of both.” His fingers dipped between my folds and I sucked a wild
breath at the invasion. His touch was feather light but it ignited
a fire deep inside that was almost more than I could stand. “This,”
he said, flicking my flesh as if ringing a bell. “Is your clit.
When aroused, it will swell. The more aroused you are, the more it
will pulse with the need to cum. Shall I show you, sweet
Hannah?”

“Yes,” I answered, breathing heavy. “Yes,
show me!”

His expression hardened at my urgency. “My
pet must show manners or she shall be punished.”

I bit my lip, tears stinging my eyes. “Please
show me,” I said, my cheeks burning at the supplication in my
voice.

“That’s better,” he said soothingly as he
rose from the bed, seemingly pleased with my pleading. He went to
his expansive closet and disappeared inside. When he reappeared, my
heart spiked a beat with instant apprehension when I saw what he
held in his hands.

“What are you doing?” I asked fearfully,
rising to scramble to a sitting position. “I don’t want to be tied
up.” He ignored my protests and strode toward me as if I hadn’t
spoken. He grabbed my hands and quickly tied them above my head to
a special hook I hadn’t noticed before. “Oh my God,” I whispered,
wishing I’d run. I didn’t want whatever he had in store for me. At
least, I didn’t think I did. But I couldn’t deny the gush of warm
wetness oozing between my legs, dampening the fine sheets beneath
me. I cried out as he jerked my legs apart, securing them as easily
as he secured my hands. I was open and vulnerable to whatever he
might do to me. My sex was glistening; wet with my shameful desire
and I couldn’t escape, which only heightened every emotion I was
experiencing.

“I’m going to show you what you’ve been
missing, my pet,” he said with a wolfish grin as he positioned
himself between my open thighs. He parted my folds and I squeezed
my eyes shut, so embarrassed that I wanted him to bury his face
against my wet core. I wasn’t a nun, I knew the mechanics of sex
but I knew virtually nothing of foreplay. The first flick of his
tongue against my clit shocked me with the intensity of pleasure
that rolled through me. I twisted in my bonds, my hips thrusting as
I tried to push his tongue deeper inside me. “Ohmygod,” I breathed,
unable to believe how much pleasure could be found from one little
spot in my body. “Please don’t stop,” I begged, breathing hard. For
a moment I thought he might punish me as he threatened, but he
seemed more interested in making me writhe with each flick and suck
of his tongue and mouth to entertain the thought of much else. And
I was mindless with gratitude. Suddenly, while his tongue played, a
finger breached my private parts. I couldn’t even say the word —
pussy
— without blushing so hard I might set the sheets
on fire. But that’s where he was. His classically handsome face,
with his sharp blue eyes and strong jaw, was buried in my pussy as
if he were enjoying the most fragrant of bouquets.

“
Ohhhhh, ohhhh
,” I managed, barely
able to breathe. Something was tightening inside me, building to a
great crescendo that frightened me with its intensity. I couldn’t
do this. I tried to make him stop but my body betrayed me. His
hands gripped my butt cheeks as he continued to maraud my pussy
with the single-minded focus of an invader set on conquering a
nation. His tongue and mouth were merciless and I was helpless to
stop what was barreling straight for me. “OhhhhGodddd,” I keened as
a shatter of sizzling nerve endings burst in a shower of extreme
pleasure that curled my toes and very nearly stopped my heart as
wave after wave of sensation crashed over me. This was why people
took big risks to have sex with people they shouldn’t — it was
almost too much pleasure for one body to contain. Shockwaves
continued to pulse through my body as he pulled away. When I became
aware again, I realized he was untying my feet and although he kept
my hands bound, he released them from the hook above my head.

“Get on your hands and knees and arch your
back as you do so. I want to see that ass in the air. Now.”

I shot him an uncertain look, but did as he
commanded. “What are you going to do?” I asked, trying to look
behind me to see what he had in store. I received a sharp, stinging
slap across my butt cheeks. I gasped at the shocking pain and bit
my lip to keep from crying out.

“You will learn to accept what I tell you and
do it without question. Until then, you will be punished for each
show of bad manners, my pet.” He slapped me again and I jumped,
whimpering but otherwise remained silent. He rubbed his hand
lightly over the warmed flesh and murmured approvingly, “There. She
learns quickly. Excellent, sweet Hannah.” He slapped me again and I
groaned in spite of my intention to remain quiet. “You may cry,
sweetheart,” he said, giving me permission. “Your tears are
beautiful to me.” Again, came the slap and now the skin of my butt
was likely bright red for it burned in each place his hand
connected. My skin tingled with awareness and I was horrified to
find myself wiggling my ass for more. “Greedy little slut,” he said
with a strained chuckle. “Whose pussy is this?” he asked harshly,
running his nail down the quivering, abused flesh of my backside.
The pain was exquisite torture and I gasped against the sting.
“Tell me. Tell me how it belongs to me and me alone!”

“Yes,” I gasped with a short mewl of agony as
he spanked me again. “Yours! It’s your pussy,” I sobbed, unable to
believe the words flowing from my mouth as easy as the juices that
flowed from my pussy. “Please,
please
, it’s yours!”

“That’s right,” he growled in approval,
moving behind me. His cock nudged at my entrance and I sucked in a
tight breath. Suddenly, he griped my hair from behind and yanked on
it until the strain arched my back further. “Your ass is lovely
with my hand prints on it. The white skin marred only by the red of
your punished flesh. Do you like to be punished, my sweet?” he
asked.

“Yes,” I answered, shocking myself. “Yes! I
do!”

“Tell me how you want my cock,” he
demanded.

“I want your c-cock inside me,” I said,
squirming from the lust clouding my mind. All that mattered was his
touch, his pleasure. “Please take me!”

He released my hair and my head fell forward,
but before I could breathe a sigh of relief from the strain, his
cock began a slow, cruel invasion into my tight virgin body. The
pain exploded inside me, obliterating my previous pleasure as his
wide cock stretched the walls of my pussy and butted against my
hymen. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I didn’t try to hold them
back.

“Ahhh, there it is,” he said tightly,
grunting with the effort of breaking past my hymen. He gave a final
push and his cock ripped the thin membrane as I screamed. He petted
my butt cheeks with a soft touch as he waited for me to adjust and
then began a slow thrust and withdraw motion into my wet and
pulsing pussy. The pain slowly receded, replaced by something
sweeter, and deeper inside. His hands on my hips felt right, as if
my hips had been made for his hands alone, and I groaned as tiny,
flickering sparks of pleasure began to jump to life as he continued
to thrust deep inside me. “So tight. So perfectly mine,” he grunted
above the smacking noises our bare skin slapping rhythmically
against one another. “My sweet slut. My little pet,” he said with
difficulty as he neared his own orgasm. Knowing he was close only
spurred my own and I felt the delicious tingling again, this time
stronger and more insistent as the relentless pounding of his cock
urged me toward that final destination. Everything inside me
tightened and burst just as I heard a final groan rattle out of Mr.
Villanti. His thrusts became frantic until he’d spent his entire
load inside me and when he withdrew and fell to the bed beside me,
I collapsed as well, breathing hard as I rocked against the intense
pleasure still drenching my body as completely as the sweat along
my hairline.

It was several minutes before either of us
could speak. I could feel his seed dribbling out of my pussy and I
gasped when I saw blood mingled with his cum and my juices. He
opened his eyes and saw the blood. His satisfied smile gave me a
sense of purpose and belonging that I couldn’t understand. Hadn’t I
always been an independent woman? Yet, here with Mr. Villanti, I
felt safe in his total possession of me. I was still struggling
with the realization that perhaps, I’d never known myself at all.
How had he known this about me when I hadn’t had a clue? I glanced
at him shyly, not sure of my place or how to act but wanting to
know that I’d done well. “Did I…please you?”

“You did. For now,” he answered with a smile
that I would come to crave almost as much as the slap of his hand
on my butt. He gently slipped a finger into my well-used pussy and
when he withdrew it, it glistened with our juices. He shocked me by
slipping it into his mouth as if savoring the combined flavor. Then
as I stared, oddly aroused by the repulsive act, he kissed me
deeply, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. I could taste the
metallic flavor of my blood mixed with the saltiness of his cum and
I groaned against him.

“Now you are truly mine, no matter what
happens from this moment forward. No one can erase what I’ve done
to you tonight. My cock was your first and this is something you’ll
never forget,” he said, against my mouth, placing small nipping
kisses along the seam of my lips. “For one year, I will see to your
every need. You will want for nothing. But I will demand your
complete and utter obedience, no matter the request. I will push
you to your limits, I promise. Some nights you’ll cry yourself to
sleep but know this, each tear is a gift to me and I cherish each
salty drop so don’t hold back. I will own your body and from this
moment forward you will ask my permission to sleep, to eat, to
dress…to
cum
…or else.”

“What will you do if I disobey?” I dared to
ask.

His nostrils flared at my daring but I knew
it pleased him, too. He liked my fire, liked that I would need to
be taught to obey. “Then I will delight in punishing you as you
deserve.”

I shuddered and my eyelids shut for the
quickest of moments as I quivered in anticipation of what he would
do to me. I’d never felt so free, yet my freedom was tied to his
pleasure. For one year, I would exist solely for him. I would
surrender myself to his power and worship his cock as if it were my
lifeline to heaven. “One year,” I said solemnly, wondering how I
would be changed at the end yet fearing I would want to stay. The
flutter of panic caused me to push the thought away. I would cross
that bridge when it was time. For now…I would belong here…with him.
Peace followed the decision. I gazed upon him and asked, “What
shall I call you? Mr. Villanti seems so formal…”

His answer caused the breath to catch in my
throat and my toes to curl as he said with a devilish smile that I
would remember for the rest of my days as the moment I realized at
my core who I truly was and where I belonged.

“Master, my sweet pet. You shall call me,
Master.”

***

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