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  A moment to reposition himself, both hands on my bottom, to hold me open and to also hold me down, and then I felt him there. It was a slow invasion, careful and gentle now, as Dylan pushed into me. I couldn’t help the shudder that shook me, but it wasn’t revulsion. It was an invasion that shook me. It felt … good.

  For a moment there was pain, and my muscles flexed around Dylan.

  “Push past it, Stephanie. Make your body let me in.” His words were strained, and I was in such torment now. He’d brought me close to orgasm so many times now, only to pull away. I hadn’t complained, I’d accepted it, but this was extreme for me, totally new, and I had no idea what he meant. He could tell me to relax all he wanted to, that didn’t mean I had a clue as to how to go about it.

  My brain wouldn’t work, and I had no experience with this. All I could do was breathe. The fat head of his cock inside me held tight by some ring of muscle that didn’t want to open. His fingers dug into my hips in frustration.

  “Stephanie.” It was a warning, one that made me inhale quickly because it was so thrilling. What would he do? Just fuck past the barrier?

  “Sir,” I started, but didn’t know what to say.

  “Flex the muscles there, Stephanie. Work them until I’m in.” He pushed insistently against me, and I tried to do what he asked.

  “Relax, Stephanie,” he said as he stroked softly at my back. “Just imagine how full you’ll be when I get my fingers in your pussy too, pet. As soon as you let me get my dick in your ass, I’m going to fill you there too.”

  That created visions, and I licked at my lips, eager for it. For a moment, the thought of being filled in both places flashed around in my head, and I felt my body relax at last. Dylan sank into me then, deeper, filling me, and the shudder coursed through me all over again.

  “Sir.”

  I wasn’t sure whether to move or not, so I let Dylan guide me. He pushed in deeper, but I didn’t think there could be more of him. I was so full, opened so wide I didn’t think I could take anymore, but I did. I took every inch he could give me. Warm liquid drizzled over my ass, slid down the crack, and the glide of his cock inside of me became much smoother.

  I didn’t care what it was, it must have been some kind of oil, maybe cooking oil, or salad oil; I knew he had some of that on the table, but it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was how full of him I was. I gave myself up to the sensation he created in me as he fucked my ass and concentrated only on what I felt as he moved within me.

  I held myself still, this first time a little too overwhelming. Dylan pushed a little deeper, a little faster, until he was making quick, short thrusts inside of me. It felt good, so good, but he didn’t do what he’d said he would. He left my pussy empty, he didn’t fill it at all, and now it was killing me. I’d wanted to be full, so full, of only him.

  Dylan gave me the freedom to fantasize, he’d even talked me through some rather raunchy fantasies quite a few times, but I didn’t want anybody else I only wanted him and this world that we’d created together. I didn’t need anybody else to touch me, to bring me to the places that he took me to.

  I could feel him inside of me and wondered if he’d come in me back there. I’d felt my body clench, and a gasp escaped him. I grinned, a dirty, nasty grin of satisfaction. I’d made him do that. I tensed my muscles again, now that they knew what to do, and worked myself back against him. I reached for the orgasm that was there, but somehow knew he wouldn’t let me have it, not yet.

  With one last thrust, Dylan exploded inside of me, and my body clenched again, but not with fulfilment. This was jealousy, because I’d wanted that oblivion. I’d wanted that moment. It didn’t matter, I knew that this was what I’d wanted for the rest of my life; I’d wanted whatever Dylan decided to give me. Even if that was an exquisite punishment. I’d take it.

  Emily

  “What do we do now, Dylan?” I wound my fingers with his and sipped at a small glass of wine.

  We’d had a shower, raided his fridge for nibbles, and had settled onto his couch together. I’d wanted to fall asleep after that reunion, but I knew we needed to talk. We couldn’t ignore the problem and hope it would fix itself.

  “What do you mean?” The words vibrated through his chest as I settled against him once I’d put my glass down.

  “I don’t want to ruin this moment, Dylan, but we really do need to have a very long talk.” I had to smother a yawn, exhaustion really was taking over now. I hadn’t slept well since the last time I’d slept with Dylan in the bed. “We need to talk about what we’re going to do now.”

  “What do you want to talk about, pet?” he asked, his hands sliding down my arm to pull me more tightly to his side. I held onto that moment, memorized exactly what it felt like to have my legs thrown over his, wrapped in one of his long, terry cloth robes. I even memorized what it felt like to have his lips against my forehead.

  “I want to know how long we’re going to do this, how far we’re going to go.” I tightened my fingers on his smooth chest, afraid of the answer he might give me. Would he ask me for a contract right away, or would he listen to my offer?

  “Well, what do you like, Stephanie?” he asked, his hands tight now on my arm, but not in a punishing way. He was just as nervous as I was then.

  “I’d like to propose something.” I paused to take a deep, calming breath before I finished. “I want you to give me two weeks without a contract, just to see how you feel about it in the long run. If you want another contract after that, I’ll give it to you. Does that sound acceptable?”

  “I’m not going to say no. I think I have to admit that this is more than just a fling, don’t I? I can’t get you out of my head, even though I keep trying.” He let my arm go to swipe his hand over his face, as if to clear the cobwebs from his thoughts. “I would prefer to have a contract in place, and we really should have one, but...”

  He paused, and I thought that he might be on the verge of taking it back. I could see the indecision in his eyes when I pulled back to look at him.

  “Can’t we just have a little while without one? Just to see how it would be?” I wanted to know because I knew I could show him that we didn’t need it. I would never to do to him what his mom did to his father.

  That was another problem. Did I tell him I knew, or would he have assumed I’d Googled him once I found out his name? Would he want me to bring it up? Suddenly the mood changed, and I was tense all over again.

  “If that will make you happy, then we’ll try.” His voice held a tension I didn’t like, but I felt him relax.

  I knew this was all new for him, it was for me too, but we could muddle along together and make it work. I was sure of that.

  My body was still on fire for his touch, and as he held me against him, I knew that would not ease. He’d decided that I would not be able to have satisfaction, and contract or not, he meant to be dominate in this relationship. I’d bow to that.

  Roxie had said I was a brat, even Dylan had called me that, and I guessed that meant something in their world, but in mine, it meant I wasn’t easy to get along with. I’d pout, and whine, and kick my feet over the smallest things. I wasn’t like that at all, but with Dylan, I kind of understood the term. I had to be defiant because that was part of the game.

  The problem was this had all become far more than just a game. It was a relationship. He hadn’t spoken about much of anything, and we’d gone silent again already. I knew we needed to talk about this all, and I needed to tell him who I was, and what I knew about him, but it didn’t feel like the right time. Not when he’d only just let me back into his life.

  “You know I’m still not a relationship kind of man, don’t you, Stephanie?”

  I cringed but not because of his question. That was another secret, one I should have already revealed, but he’d hated Trent. I was afraid if he knew I was Trent’s sister, then he’d think I was just doing this to fuck him over. At the same time, I knew not telling him was just as incriminatin
g. It would look like I’d been hiding it from him for bad reasons.

  I took a deep breath to try to calm myself. I’d have to tell him eventually, especially if this went on for much longer. I wanted it to, and that meant I’d have to tell him.

  “I know, Dylan. You’ve said it often enough.” It was my job to be lippy, wasn’t it?

  “Pardon?” He pulled back and looked at me. “Was that some kind of sass that you just gave me?”

  Ah, the game wasn’t finished for the night then. I wasn’t sure if I could take much more of his punishment tonight, but if Dylan wanted to play, then I wasn’t about to turn him down. I turned in his arms, but he lifted me and stood, rather than kiss me as I’d expected. He’d carried me through his apartment and when he passed his bedroom door, I knew where we were headed.

  The room he’d constructed, the black room where he could do anything to me, anything he’d wanted to. I tensed, and a shiver of anticipation passed through me.

  “Do you consent to the things I will do to you in this room, Stephanie?” he asked as he sat me down. I sank to my knees, my brain already in the sub zone.

  “Yes, sir. I consent to the things that you will do to me in this room.” If that was all he required for now, I would not argue.

  “Give me your hand.” He pulled me up and moved me to a new area. When had he done this?

  “The workmen came while you were … away. I thought you’d like it. I can strap you down in a variety of ways. First, stand here.” He went to a stand that was his toy box. He came back and gave me a set of ear plugs, a mask that would slide over my head, with an opening for my ears, nose, and mouth, and clamps. Those were placed to the side for now.

  “Put that mask on, pet,” he ordered, and I did as instructed. He opened the zipper that allowed my mouth to be free and then gave me the ear plugs.

  I rolled the silicone plugs in my palm, hesitant. I wouldn’t be able to hear anything. The world would be silent. I was already blinded by the mask, he wanted to take my hearing too? I took a deep breath, and then, put the ear plugs in.

  That’s when he guided me to the new construction. A round barrel-shaped area, made of stained oak wood, with clamps, chains, and cuffs in a variety of areas. He pushed gently, and my heart raced. Face down I could at least have some dignity. Right now, he’d taken everything from me, even my independence. I was a little afraid, not of him, but of what might happen.

  Wasn’t it odd to think being bent over was at least more dignified than facing your dominant? I pushed the thought away and tried to concentrate on the senses I had left. Touch, taste, and smell. There wasn’t anything to taste, so that left me with two senses. I held my hands out, and he then placed a cuff around them. The cuff was connected directly to the clamp, and I couldn’t move away.

  My heart raced again when he clamped my feet wide apart. That was when my brain went into overdrive. It could be anyone behind me; he could be playing a game and letting someone else touch me. The thought had scared me, but it also exhilarated me. It was dirty, even nasty maybe, but something within me had responded to that.

  I wasn’t necessarily after degradation, but being used and taking in return? That kind of thrilled me, and I couldn’t help it. That was my nature. I didn’t want anyone else but Dylan, but, if he told me to, as my sir, then I would probably do as he had instructed.

  I felt fingers on my lips and opened my mouth. My head was almost upside down, so it was a bit awkward, but I soon found a way to give his cock the attention he wanted. I knew it was him, I could smell the scent of his skin, and I knew the way his cock felt in my mouth. The buzz of fear quieted, but that didn’t make my body stop throbbing.

  If anything, his hard cock in my mouth had made it worse. I had desires, needs that had to be met, needs that had already been tortured, but this was more. It was enough to drive me mad. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, and I felt very isolated.

  It was good, I’d liked it, but it was also a prison of its own, this dark silence. His hand came up to hold my head still as he fucked into my mouth over and over again. My lips were going numb from the friction of his cock sliding in and out, but I couldn’t complain. My mouth was more than full.

  His thrusts came quicker, deeper, and I knew he was close. He’d let me down after he came, but I should have known better. If Dylan brought me in here, he brought me in to play, not to get off quick and then go to bed. He pulled out of my mouth at the last minute, and the cuffs on my hands were released. He moved around to where my feet were also clamped down and pulled me up.

  It was only a moment before his hands guided me back down. This time, I was face up, my breasts and vulva exposed. The barrel was big enough that my head hung halfway down the barrel on one side and my legs hung down the other. More clamps and my hands were restrained over my head, and then my feet. I was stable, I wouldn’t fall off, but this new position made me wonder. The other had felt alright, but this position messed with my balance.

  I was about to protest when he pushed a ball gag into my mouth and clamped it together behind my head. He was done with my mouth then. My teeth closed gently onto the ball, but they would not meet. Now, I only had touch and smell.

  I could smell my own scent by now, the scent of my arousal as he teased me, even if it wasn’t direct. Not until the point when he put the nipple sucker on my left nipple. That was when my hips jerked, and my feet pulled against the cuffs around my ankles. The second one went on, and I began to move around on the barrel, not to get away, but because I couldn’t sit still.

  Locked into my own world now, I was free to go where I’d wanted to, be what I’d wanted to be, as long as it was a woman strapped to a barrel. I’d wondered if he’d fuck me again. Would he be able to since I was tied down to the barrel? I didn’t know, but the idea thrilled me. His hands moved down my body, over my stomach, and to the slit that had my most tender pleasure zones.

  Another clamp, this one on my throbbing clit. Let’s just say, it didn’t help matters. My skin felt like it was on fire, and the blood rushed around my body madly. I couldn’t help the moans that came from behind the ball gag, so I didn’t try to stop them. I just took what he gave me and knew it was my punishment.

  That was made clear when Dylan pulled the sucker on my clit away. I’d been so close, just right there, and I’d screamed in frustration. It was more of a yell of anger, which would not help, but I couldn’t stop it. I panted, like a caged animal, afraid and panicked. I was in pain, but it was the exquisitely evil sensation of pleasure that made me hurt. It was a pain that had burned, but I’d wanted more and more. All that he could give me. All that I could take. And then a little more, just to make sure.

  I screamed again when his mouth replaced the sucker on my clit. He’d sucked at my pussy, at the smooth lips, and my clit, and then he went down to lick at my entrance. It was even worse than the sucker. Fuck, I was going to die. My heart was just going to explode, and that would be it.

  He did something, and the suction on my nipples became tighter. It was excruciatingly good, and I thought I had stopped breathing. I could swear my heart had stopped beating for a second at least, when his mouth went back to its play.

  “Dylan!” It didn’t come out that way around the ball gag.

  I was there … just one more tilt of my hips, just one more breath, and I’d be there. I was desperate for it now. It was so close. Oh, Dylan, please, I’d thought, let me come.

  He didn’t. He moved, pulled the suckers from my nipples, and removed the cuffs. I stood there, shook to the core, and still burning with need. I’d do whatever he asked of me. I didn’t care, as long as he let me come.

  He’d guided me to something and pushed against my neck. We moved together as he arranged me on the leather table. My legs were out in front of me, my back pointed straight with my head pointed at the wall, not the ceiling. I couldn’t figure out what he had planned now, not with me in the shape of an L.

  My nipples zinged with the sensation of the
blood moving around them, and I started to squirm. I got a smack on the ass for that, but then his hand ran down to my pussy. He cupped it for a minute before he grabbed my hips. With one swift shove he was inside of me.

  Only this time, I was still locked in my own world. I couldn’t hear him tell me not to come, and I couldn’t help it; I was a greedy bitch, and when he plunged into me the tenth time, I’d come apart. The friction of my thighs pressed on my clit and the sensation of him fucking me was too much for my overstimulated nerves. I blew apart and this time, it wasn’t just my heart that had stopped.

  I quit breathing because my lungs seized up on a scream. I felt every inch of him inside me, and I’d come hard around him. I hadn’t cared if I’d squeezed him too hard, or if I’d broke his cock at this point. I’d come and hadn’t cared about anything else.

  Dylan

  I thought I might have been … happy. Two days later, I was sitting in the dining area of my apartment with the most beautiful woman I’d ever bedded. She was telling me about her day, and her smile was infectious. I couldn’t help it, just her presence made me feel calm, but that didn’t surprise me; she had always done that to me.

  “You told the guy you just wanted your oil changed, right?” It was just a question to keep her talking. She was animated as she told me about how the garage she’d taken her car to tried to give her an entire list of things that were wrong with the car. It was brand new; there wasn’t anything wrong with it. They were just trying to pull one over on her.

  At least she was smart enough to know that. She’d asked for her keys, paid for the oil change, and had left. She had looked down, saw my glass was empty of wine, and had poured a little more. She’d cooked a dinner for us, and I ate every bite of the homemade four-cheese ravioli she’d made from scratch, along with the sauce she’d prepared.

  I’d let the contract thing go for now. She’d asked for two weeks, and I’d agreed to give it to her. It would cause another argument to disagree, and the moment I’d seen her in the doorway, I couldn’t say no to her. I couldn’t say no to myself; my body hadn’t let me. From the moment our lips met all over again, until the point when we finally went to sleep, tangled together, I’d thanked fate for bringing her back to me.