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She heard him groan, and he came inside her, his strong hands grasping her waist so hard she was sure she would be bruised in the morning.
“There we go,” he snarled, sliding his glistening cock out of her. He slapped her ass one more time, watching her buckle underneath him out of pleasure. “You can stop sucking now, slut. You aren’t allowed to cum this time—maybe if you continue being such a delicious little whore you’ll earn an orgasm soon. Until then, remember this, Serena: I own you.”
He walked around to her front, where she was still shaking in pleasure from his fucking her. He leaned down and traced her lips with a finger. “You’re my little fucktoy, slut. And I’ll do whatever I want to you, and you will not disobey me again. Do you understand, Serena?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered through trembling lips.
“Good. Now go to sleep. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
*****
Over the next week, Serena learned what it really meant to be a slave. The first night they had used the ceiling hook, Serena had to keep herself from screaming in pleasure as Val fucked her torturously slowly. Another day, he had tied her hands behind her back and a placed vibrator in her panties and against her clit, then ordered her not to cum, leaving her sweating and squirming on her bed, unable to give in like she ached to. Every night was a new delicious torture.
Through the last few days, they had gone through dozens of outfits from the wardrobe. One night she had been a naughty schoolgirl in a latex skirt, the next she was in full slave regalia with a leather corset and fishnets. Every night, she looked forward to his visits, on fire for Val and the things he did to her.
And yet, there was something strange about it too. Eloise, for one, treated her as if she was mistress of the house, apparently on the orders of Val. She never lacked fine clothes or jewelry, and unless Val explicitly told her to stay naked or remain in her room, she could explore the mansion as freely as she wished. Her days were filled with hours in the massive library or the luxurious gardens, and her nights were filled with blindfolds, wrist restraints, and Val’s domineering, fierce voice ordering her to obey him in whatever he wished.
Only remembering Harry brought her down, but that was quickly fixed by Val’s arrival and harsh orders to get on her knees and worship his cock. Which was exactly what happened when he came home that Friday.
When Serena was finished sucking his cock, Val ordered her to sit on the bed. She obeyed immediately, getting off of her knees and returning to the comfortable, springy bed. Val had recently bought her new silk sheets, almost identical to the ones from his bedroom.
He was strange like that—he treated her like a whore at night, but during the day, she might as well have been a princess. Not that she was complaining. Silk sheets were a dream to sleep on.
Val got up, zipping himself up and appraising the sight of them both in the mirror. Serena sat naked on the bed, eagerly waiting for her next orders. She knew something big was coming—Val almost never let her sit on furniture. Normally she knelt on the floor like a slave, something that was strangely erotic in its degrading nature. Especially when Val pulled out the restraints.
“I’m having a few associates over for dinner tonight,” announced Val, smoothing down his suit and adjusting his tie. Serena glanced the clock—it was only five in the afternoon. Val had come home early after texting her, ordering her to be naked on her bed when he got home.
She should have known he had come early for a reason. Val never left work early for anything, even sex. Tonight must be an important business meeting, and there was no telling how many people would flood the mansion tonight. Serena sucked on her lower lip, tantalized by the memory of what Val had said the night she
“There we go,” he snarled, sliding his glistening cock out of her. He slapped her ass one more time, watching her buckle underneath him out of pleasure. “You can stop sucking now, slut. You aren’t allowed to cum this time—maybe if you continue being such a delicious little whore you’ll earn an orgasm soon. Until then, remember this, Serena: I own you.”
He walked around to her front, where she was still shaking in pleasure from his fucking her. He leaned down and traced her lips with a finger. “You’re my little fucktoy, slut. And I’ll do whatever I want to you, and you will not disobey me again. Do you understand, Serena?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered through trembling lips.
“Good. Now go to sleep. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
*****
Over the next week, Serena learned what it really meant to be a slave. The first night they had used the ceiling hook, Serena had to keep herself from screaming in pleasure as Val fucked her torturously slowly. Another day, he had tied her hands behind her back and a placed vibrator in her panties and against her clit, then ordered her not to cum, leaving her sweating and squirming on her bed, unable to give in like she ached to. Every night was a new delicious torture.
Through the last few days, they had gone through dozens of outfits from the wardrobe. One night she had been a naughty schoolgirl in a latex skirt, the next she was in full slave regalia with a leather corset and fishnets. Every night, she looked forward to his visits, on fire for Val and the things he did to her.
And yet, there was something strange about it too. Eloise, for one, treated her as if she was mistress of the house, apparently on the orders of Val. She never lacked fine clothes or jewelry, and unless Val explicitly told her to stay naked or remain in her room, she could explore the mansion as freely as she wished. Her days were filled with hours in the massive library or the luxurious gardens, and her nights were filled with blindfolds, wrist restraints, and Val’s domineering, fierce voice ordering her to obey him in whatever he wished.
Only remembering Harry brought her down, but that was quickly fixed by Val’s arrival and harsh orders to get on her knees and worship his cock. Which was exactly what happened when he came home that Friday.
When Serena was finished sucking his cock, Val ordered her to sit on the bed. She obeyed immediately, getting off of her knees and returning to the comfortable, springy bed. Val had recently bought her new silk sheets, almost identical to the ones from his bedroom.
He was strange like that—he treated her like a whore at night, but during the day, she might as well have been a princess. Not that she was complaining. Silk sheets were a dream to sleep on.
Val got up, zipping himself up and appraising the sight of them both in the mirror. Serena sat naked on the bed, eagerly waiting for her next orders. She knew something big was coming—Val almost never let her sit on furniture. Normally she knelt on the floor like a slave, something that was strangely erotic in its degrading nature. Especially when Val pulled out the restraints.
“I’m having a few associates over for dinner tonight,” announced Val, smoothing down his suit and adjusting his tie. Serena glanced the clock—it was only five in the afternoon. Val had come home early after texting her, ordering her to be naked on her bed when he got home.
She should have known he had come early for a reason. Val never left work early for anything, even sex. Tonight must be an important business meeting, and there was no telling how many people would flood the mansion tonight. Serena sucked on her lower lip, tantalized by the memory of what Val had said the night she
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