Yesterday he decided he wanted me. Today I am his property.
I thought my father’s money made me special. Then Darko Lijander taught me otherwise. He did much more than just strip me bare, spank me until I called him master, and claim me as roughly as he pleased… He showed me what real power looks like in the most shameful way possible.
As I am taken from my home to his waiting helicopter, naked, blushing, and already very, very thoroughly used, I have no idea what he has in store for me, but one thing is abundantly clear.
I am now his property.
Author: Loki Renard
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$3.95
Length: 36,800 words
Darko’s cock jackhammers inside me, his flesh making my flesh submit with every hard stroke. This is what I needed all along. I feel as much a toy as any one of the objects in this room, a piece of property for him to spend his seed in, something to be used. It should be a degrading experience, but it isn’t. This is how I will atone. This is the only way I will ever be punished for what I have done. It is the only way I can ever learn, and he understands that.
I hear his grunts, his animal man sounds as he pulls his cock from me for a moment and leaves me empty to feel the ache of his lost. The little cuts of the cane are ignited with the heightened sensitivity of my body as he drives me closer to orgasm, thrusting his cock all the way inside me, and then pulling all the way out again.
“You were a bad girl, Chloe,” he grits.
“Yes,” I moan.
“You’re not going to be a bad girl anymore, are you?”
His cock slams inside me to make the point, gives me a series of rough, hard strokes and then pulls free again.
“You’re going to do as you’re told, be my sweet little fuck toy. You’re going to give me your body whenever I please because it’s mine, isn’t it, Chloe? You’re mine.”
“Yessss.” My agreement is drawn from me in a sibilant hiss. Yes, I am his. I don’t want to be mine anymore. I don’t want to take on the world. I want to be sheltered from it. In this moment, my mind is so addled with the hormones of lust that I cannot think straight. Everything is fuzzy and remote, except for him. As his cock plunges into my wet pussy again, he becomes the thrusting, powerful, dominant center of my universe.
“Fuuccckkkkk…” I let out a scream as he fucks me to orgasm. My pleasure is entirely incidental, it just happens to occur as he is thrusting toward his own climax with faster and faster strokes, my body bouncing, my pussy aching as he slams deep one last time and comes with a roar of triumph, pulling me up and back against him, one hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict the easy flow of air as he pumps me full of his cum in spurt after fucking spurt.
I collapse when he lets me go, my knees no longer supporting me. He lets me slide to the floor and stands over me, my caned and well fucked body curling at his feet. I wrap my arms around his lower leg and make soft sounds like a little wounded animal, giving expression to the part of me that is forever broken, and may never heal.
“Oh, Chloe,” he says softly from on high. “We’re not done, are we?”
I shake my head and he picks me up, his big hands wrapped around my arms as he lifts me onto a new piece of equipment, a broader table where I can lie face down, my head through a padded hole, my legs shackled into place, spread with his practiced hands.
This isn’t over. One orgasm is not enough to take my guilt away, and it is not nearly enough to make my sins up to Darko. I cannot see what he is doing, but I feel him run his fingers over my caned ass before giving it a light slap. I know I am leaking cum all over his table, but he doesn’t care.
The room spins as he lifts the table up at one end, my face going higher, my bottom going lower. He walks around and presents his cock to me through the hole in the table. “Clean me,” he says, pushing it smoothly into my mouth and giving me no choice but to obey.