Little slave
The "Red Beast" Cycle. Just an attempt in this direction. The beginning.
+ for continuation and – for "not worth it".
– Tell me at least something about your past, – I said, slowly running my fingers through her red curls. After our little "game" in the bathroom, we lay on the white sheets of her bed, simply enjoying the pleasant warmth that washed over our bodies in waves. She turned her captivating and playful gaze on me, then smiled. I always loved her smile… I can't put into words the mixed feelings it instantly stirred inside me. It was peace, calm, even a touch of tender warmth.
– Do you really want to know? – she asked, propping herself up on her elbow to see my eyes.
– I really do want to know, – smiling back, I let my hand sink into her hair once more. So soft, long, and curly. I always loved redheads. And now, in my hands, was this beautiful flame of love.
– Well… – the girl drew out, beginning her story…
The room somewhat resembled a basement – gray walls, minimal furniture, and a gloomy atmosphere. It was in this room that a young girl lived. Due to her short haircut, her red hair didn't even reach her shoulders, exposing a thin, long neck encircled by a black collar with a clasp for a chain. Her full, appetizing breasts strained against the tightly laced black corset, which accentuated all the curves of her beautiful, fragile figure. She was tall, slender… Even now, asleep, she radiated femininity, a kind of alluring passion. Her wrists were also bound with leather fasteners. Perhaps it's not worth mentioning that the thong covered her charms? No, those strings could hardly be called coverage. They made it easy to see all the curves of her lips, her smoothly shaved pubis… Her legs were completely bare, bent at the knees, hanging off the edge of the bed, her toes barely brushing the floor. It seemed her sleep was so sweet and innocent….
A rough male hand squeezed her breast through the sturdy fabric of the corset, then ran along her neck. With a sharp, authoritative movement, it turned the sleeping girl's face to look into her eyes, where sleep was slowly dissipating.
– It's not proper to greet your master like this, – the man's voice was low, confident, and cold. Not a drop of warmth, as if his entire body, movements, gaze – were merely derivatives of stone. But in the girl's eyes, there was no fear, no anxiety, only a bright, readable admiration, this idolatry. Even now, sleepy, she still radiated complete readiness to fulfill any whim of this man.
– I… – the red-haired beauty began, but a hand immediately covered her mouth.
– We agreed, you speak when I say to speak. – After the girl's confirming nod, the hand freed her mouth.
– We need to greet guests now, – the man began to explain, attaching a chain he had brought to her neck, – It's in your best interest to do well, because I'll be very angry if I don't get this contract. And you know what happens when I'm in a bad mood.
The girl merely nodded, tilting her neck back to make it easier to quickly manage the chain.
– Let's go, – the command was given, and the girl, getting on all fours, obediently followed her master, like a well-trained dog.
Satisfied and surprised exclamations from the men immediately greeted the couple's appearance. Some just smirked.
– That's quite a bitch you've got yourself, – said one of the portly business partners.
– Get up, – commanded the master, as if ignoring the comments around him, – bring us something to drink while we discuss all the nuances of the deal here.
The girl obediently stood up. Her knees were red from such movement, but it caused no discomfort. Quite quickly, she returned to the room with a bottle of expensive cognac. With a graceful, smooth gait, like a fox treading cunningly and quietly along a path, she approached each man and poured the strong drink into his glass. It wasn't without pats on the girl's firm buttocks, eloquent glances from burning male eyes. And he, the owner, just coldly observed every action of his girl and continued discussing business matters.
– Well, – said the man, closing the door behind his guests and slowly heading towards the girl, – you did a good job of lulling their sober minds.
His hand ran over her fragile shoulder and stopped at her neck.
– I don't want others touching you. You are my property. And I don't like to share. Show me how ready you are to serve.
He was still as emotionless and cold. But for the girl, simple words were enough to know how closely he was connected to her.
Still silent, she just nodded and smiled weakly. Kneeling, her hands reached for the clasp of his trousers. Quite quickly, the clothing fell to the floor, revealing the man's muscular legs and his swelling flesh. The girl's nimble fingers began to caress his stomach, and her lips started leaving wet trails of kisses. Gradually, the caresses moved closer and closer to the very center of the second male heart. But did this man even have a heart? Probably a stone instead…
The girl's tongue ran from the base to the very tip of his aroused flesh. It was felt how it began to enlarge, fill with blood, meaning – she was doing everything right. Her full lips began to suck on the tip while her fingers continued to run along the entire length of his flesh. A slightly salty taste of pre-cum appeared on her tongue. The girl was skilled with her tongue, so she immediately began tracing circles around the head of his member. So slowly, unhurriedly, not missing a single ridge or curve… A male hand clenched her hair and literally forced her to take him deeper. The girl immediately picked up the pace and moved on to more serious caresses. She took his thoroughly aroused flesh into her hot mouth, began following a certain rhythm. But it lasted no more than a minute before the man made her stop.
With a jerk, he forced the girl to stand up and pushed her onto the bed. Of course, the fragile body, unable to resist, immediately fell onto its back into the soft embrace of the sheets. Only a quiet sigh escaped her appetizing lips. Meanwhile, the man had already taken out chains, with which, deftly and quickly, thanks to the clasps on her wrists, he shackled her hands to the iron bedposts. The girl seemed crucified on those covers and just raised her eyes, full of adoration, to him.
– I want to try something. I think you'll like it. This will be your reward for excellent work today.
The man's hand produced an object of phallic shape from somewhere.
– But Master… – the girl began in bewilderment, because the size of such a toy was not small, but why, if her man's own "toy" was just as excellent? But this time, a hand painfully covered her mouth.
– I hate repeating. You're ruining your own reward.
And as confirmation of his words, the man rather quickly drove the elongated object into the girl. The red-haired beauty involuntarily cried out in surprise, her legs clenching as much as the man between them allowed. Her hands clenched into fists but didn't move, stretched taut by the chains.
– Quiet. Behave, – until the girl quieted down, the man continued moving the object inside her.
– That's good… – the master praised such submission, then significantly slowed the pace, making it slow, smooth, and languid, – now here's what I actually wanted to try, – the man said and, positioning himself, placed his thoroughly aroused flesh at the entrance to the girl's hot depths, the space of which was still filled by the phallic object.
– Come on, I know your muscles can stretch well. – and the man's flesh began to slowly sink in alongside the object.
Now it seemed to the girl that she was literally being impaled on a stake. Due to the unpleasant pain, she wanted to ask him to stop, to cease, but she did not wish to contradict her man. Yes, his experiments sometimes brought such pain, but it was worth it to later scream in bliss. But how could she contradict? She had no freedom, no right to speak.
When the man was fully inside, the girl exhaled heavily. Her lower abdomen was flushed with heat. Even her body broke into a sweat and trembled slightly, but she remained silent and continued to wait for the moment when all this would subside, yield to more pleasant sensations.
– Tell me, what do you feel?
– Pain… – the girl answered barely audibly, opening her eyes, where droplets of tears already glistened.
The man said nothing and for some time continued his actions. Quite unusual sensations. On one side – the girl's hot flesh, on the other – the ribbed surface of the object. Everything new is always enticing. Abruptly, the man withdrew from his slave. Lifting her higher so the chains wouldn't pull on her arms but gave some freedom, he turned the girl onto her stomach and forced her to raise her pelvis. Of course, the crossed arms, stretched by the chains, were not a pleasant feeling. But could it compare to the feeling of being submissive, unable to resist the beloved man? When in his hands – is all power over you, over your body, over your soul. You want to endure any pain and sweetness, because the main thing is his actions. He is the master and he is the owner. The girl just pushed her buttocks back further and bit her lip when the corset was roughly, literally torn off her.
An appraising male hand ran along her spine and stopped at her neck. Slipping a finger under the collar, the man pulled it towards himself, forcing the girl to arch even more. Breathing became harder, but tolerable.
– And now I want you not to hold back and scream. – he said and then immediately….