Chapter 3
1849 Words
Anna
“As you were blabbering in court,” Blane drawled, eyes dark as evil, “all I could think about was that fine a$$ of yours. If I spanked it… would it bounce or squish? How would your body react?”
His hand landed on my right cheek — hard and sharp — the sting radiating heat down my thighs, straight to the ache pulsing inside me.
“Naughty girls deserve to be punished.”
Another spank on my left cheek. My breath hitched.
Yes… punish me… I’m a bad girl…
More. Another. And another. The slap of his palm echoed in the room, and the filthy, shameful part of me bloomed with every strike.
I hated him.
I wanted him.
Good thing he couldn’t hear my thoughts.
He moved beside me, undressing without hurry, and when I finally dared to glance down —
Blane was blessed, with a D like that, I can't blame him for being arrogant. Thick, erect and pierced at the tip, the silver glint teasing me. A dark tattoo curled along his groin — sharp italic letters I couldn’t fully read — but I didn’t need to. It screamed ownership.
Without warning, he turned me toward him, fingers unfastening the gag, lips curling into a cruel smile.
Before I could speak, he shoved his c0ck into my mouth.
“If you suck it good,” he promised, his voice low , “I’ll reward you.”
The vibrator hummed back to life inside me — as if reminding me to listen to the master.
I twirled my tongue like a tendril around his tip, licking the bead of precum, tasting him. His hand buried in my hair, guiding me, controlling me, his breath rough and strained above me.
“That’s it… good girl.”
If he stopped the vibrations now, I’d bite him — consequences be damned.
He pushed my head deeper, testing me, daring me to falter.
Please. I am a literal deep throat queen. I was made for this.
My throat swallowed him whole, tongue worshipping him like a god, every filthy, degrading second of it pushing me closer to the edge.
He hardened. His c**k twitched. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and wild.
“We come together, Anna.”
The vibrator surged — hard, furious and unstoppable.
I shattered.
Helpless, ruined, trembling — as he thickened, spilled deep down my throat.
I swallowed everything.
The aftershocks of my climax still pulsed through me, leaving my body weak, trembling and utterly wrecked. My skin was slick with sweat, my muscles spent, my pride shredded.
And yet… like the greedy wh0re I was, I still ached for more.
Blane moved toward the shelf, his broad back rippling with muscle as he reached up. I barely registered what he was holding at first — a long, silver rod with black cuffs hanging from it. Four cuffs. Two larger, two smaller.
I frowned, my breathing still ragged. “What the hell is that—?”
Before I could finish, he was back at my side, untying the ropes from my wrists and ankles. I barely had the strength to fight him, but I tried — kicking, cursing, every bit of venom I could muster.
“You sick bastard, untie me completely—”
Click.
The vibrator inside me roared to life again, and just like that, my resistance crumbled. My thighs trembled, my breath hitched, and the sweet, pulsing sensation dragged me under once more.
I barely noticed him adjusting the metal bar. My wrists were cuffed in place. followed by my ankles, locked at the other end of the bar.
I gasped as reality settled in.
He’d stretched the spreader wide.
My arms and legs splayed out helplessly, my body fully exposed, vulnerable, owned.
Blane dragged a chair across the floor with a low scrape and settled himself in front of me like a king at his throne.
“Time to eat,” Blane said, pulling the chair right between my forcibly spread thighs.
The cool air kissed my bare, exposed skin. The spreader bar kept me wide, my wrists and ankles cuffed tight. I could barely squirm. I could only glare at him, my body still trembling from the last 0rgasm… and the relentless, pulsing vibrator buried deep inside me.
No, he can’t eat the p!ssy of a woman who wanted to send him to jail.
Blane settled comfortably, like this was a formal dinner and I was the five-course meal laid out just for him.
“You don’t—don’t you dare—” I hissed, my voice shaky, my traitorous hips rocking slightly as the vibrator thrummed inside me.
“Oh, kitten,” he chuckled darkly. “We both know you want this.”
His hands slid up my thighs, firm, possessive, spreading me even wider though the bar already left me obscenely open. His mouth hovered over my soaked, throbbing cl!t.
I shook my head, defiance in my eyes even as my body begged for his tongue.
“Stop it… Don’t…No let me go…” I whispered.
But inside?
God, yes.
The resistance—the helplessness—the sheer filth of being forced to surrender—it was everything I’d ever fantasized about but never dared admit. The ropes, the spreader, the vibrator driving me insane, and now this…
This was my zone.
My twisted, humiliating, delicious truth.
Blane’s hot breath fanned over me, his tongue flicking out to tease my swollen c**t. He sucked a mouthful of it I let out a strangled sound—half whimper, half moan—as my head fell back, my fists clenching uselessly in their cuffs.
His tongue worked me mercilessly—circles, strokes, greedy, unrelenting licks that made my hips buck and my thighs tremble.
“No… please… I said no…” I gasped, the words so weak, so full of trembling need it was pathetic.
Inside?
More.
Harder.
Make me break.
The vibrator’s pulse synced perfectly with the rhythm of his tongue, and my resistance crumbled with every second. The pressure built, unbearable, raw, pleasure simmering on the edge of explosion.
Blane pulled back just slightly, his eyes dark, glittering with dangerous amusement.
“You can say no all you want, sweetheart,” he murmured, shis fingers twisting my n!pples, “but your body? Your body’s screaming yes.”
I whined, clenching around him, humiliated by how true it was.
I loved this.
The fight.
The force.
The filthy, forced surrender.
It was everything I craved and never dared ask for.
His mouth devoured me, his fingers working me open, his tongue ruthless and skilled. My body fell off completely—shaking, rocking, desperate for the release clawing its way through me.
“Come for me,” Blane growled against my soaked, sensitive skin. “Be my good little pet.”
And I did.
My body was undone.
Spread wide by the cuffs, trembling from the last orgasm, my skin slick with sweat, my pride already shredded. My cl!t throbbed aimlessly.
But Blane wasn’t done with me. Not even close.
He pulled away from between my thighs, licking his lips like he’d just finished dessert—and I was still the main course, I'd soaked his beard and neck. His hand slid to the remote, k!lling the vibrator’s pulse, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness.
“Don’t worry, kitten,” he smirked, reaching down. “Daddy brought options.”
He pulled the silver egg out of me with a slick pop, tossing it carelessly aside. Before I could fully register the loss, his thick c**k replaced it—shoving inside me in one hard, brutal thrust.
My entire body jolted, a gasp tearing from my throat as he filled me, stretched me, owned me.
I couldn’t fight. Couldn’t run.
Could only take it.
Just like I wanted.
He withdrew.
Almost all the way.
Then shoved back in, harder and deeper, making me choke on my breath.
“You wanna come, pretty girl?” he rasped against my ear, his c**k dragging in and out of me at an infuriating pace. “Beg me.”
I glared at him, shaking my head even as my hips rocked, chasing him like a needy slu.t.
“You’re a bastard,” I hissed. “I’ll never—”
Another thrust. Bru.tal. Deep and merciless.
The fight drained out of me in a humiliating whimper.
My body was fire. My mind was mush. My pride? Gone.
The pressure built again—sharp, hot and devastating. I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t pretend I didn’t love it. My walls clenched around him, the need to come clawing up my spine.
“Say it,” Blane growled, his thrusts relentless, his c**k hitting every sinful spot inside me. “Beg me to make you come.”
My teeth clenched.
My eyes burned.
No…
Another deep, hard thrust, rubbing on my gspot.
“Please,” I gasped. “Make me come…”
Blane slowed, his c**k grinding so deep I saw stars.
“Say my name,” he ordered.
I swallowed my pride, every ounce of resistance obliterated by how good he felt, how badly I needed this.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Please… please, Daddy, make me come… Pour inside me… Fill me up…”
His eyes darkened, wicked satisfaction curling his lips.
“Good girl,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “You’re mine now. Forever.”
His thrusts turned savage. My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, blinding, consuming—ripping every thought from my head. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him.
Blane followed, burying himself deep as he poured inside me, his release hot, thick, possessive.
His.
Utterly, completely his.
~~~
A few months later...
The resignation letter felt heavier than it should’ve as I slid it across my boss’s desk.
They read it, eyebrows lifting slightly, but their face stayed composed. “We’ll miss you here, Anna. You’re one of the best we’ve got.”
A hollow, ironic laugh threatened to escape my lips. One of the best, yet completely undone and remade by the very man I swore to take down.
I forced a smile. “I’ll miss you too. But… career change.”
I touched the black leather collar snug around my neck—the cool metal tag at the center pressing against my throat like a permanent reminder.
My master awaited me at home.
Blane. My owner.
~~~~~
The chains rattled softly as I shifted, wrists and ankles cuffed, stretched wide on the bed like an offering. The collar remained in place, locked tight.
Blane’s hands trailed down my trembling thighs, spreading me further. His mouth descended between my legs, his tongue claiming me slowly, thoroughly, like he had all the time in the world to remind me who I belon
ged to.
His tongue worked me open, his fingers digging into my thighs as I writhed helplessly, every lick a filthy promise, every whimper a surrender.
I’d lost the war…
And I’m happier as Mrs Luciano.
~The end.
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