Complete Control Bundle

Complete Control Bundle

Complete Control BundleArian Wulf

Copyright 2020 Arian Wulf

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in s****l acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This bundle contains four standalone stories that have scenes including exhibitionism & voyeurism, s******g, domination, b*****e, humiliation, group-s*x, filming, double penetration, and submission.

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Flight Control

There’s lust forty-thousand-feet in the air.

Vanessa follows one bad decision after another and falls straight into the arms of a powerful man almost twice her age as he takes her apart in a private plane, using toys and expert hands on her inexperienced body.

Just when she thinks he's going to claim her once and for all, he steps away, leaving her to writhe in the agonizing pleasure as she's brought to the edge with no hope of relief. Until he shows up again. Only this time, he's not alone. He's brought friends with him and they're all going to claim her together.

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Lost Control

The message from her benefactor comes from nowhere. She knows it was too good to be true. The amount of money she has gotten from him in exchange for just her company through a computer screen is just ridiculous. It's time she pays her debts and she's afraid of what she needs to do.

The men who greets her at the high-rise building knows exactly how she can pay up. Anxiety morphs into fear twists into pleasure as she surrenders to the strangers in every way imaginable, giving them her everything.

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Absolute Control

Innocent and naive 'Kitty' Kate finds herself in the clutch of the most powerful man in town... and loving every second of it. The dominating billionaire is used to getting his way and she is entangled in the brutal strength of his passion.

It is only when he starts bringing other men into what's meant to be private that she realizes just how much she is in over her head.

It's too late to turn back now. She is helpless to do anything but surrender as they show her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, taking her apart with their hands and mouths, and with their hard, virile bodies.

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Office Disciplinary Control

Harley knows she's in big trouble when she's caught misusing the company credit card. Mr. Daemon is an imposing man, glaring at her as he demands payment that she doesn't possibly have. But he isn't going to take her to the police. Not if she does what he wants...

If she had known what she was getting herself into, she would have said no.

It's too late now.

She's blindfolded and tied down, punished in front of her peers for her indiscretions and filmed. To add further humiliation to her punishment, she is taken for the first time and filled in every way imaginable, stretched and used up for their perverse pleasure.

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Look Inside Flight Control

She is enthralled with his touch, losing herself in it easily. The weightless sensation only intensifies everything she's feeling. With every touch and tug, she floats in the air, weightless.

He drags his mouth from her neck to her lips and he's kissing her finally, his tongue as controlling as every other part of him. It's a passionate kiss, one that consumes. She fears she would o****m just from the way he's kissing her, his fingers pumping in and out of her slowly, dragging his fingers in and out and in and out, pulsing with a rhythm that only he understood.

When he splays his fingers inside her, deliberately stretching her as his free hand moves to her ass and finds the curvature that dips inwards.

Her gasp is swallowed in his mouth as he penetrates his fingers into her anal hole, opening her there too.

Both holes filled, she loses herself in the euphoria, in the pleasure that is too overwhelming for words. Yet, she knows this isn't enough. She needs more. She needs something bigger, something harder. She needs his c**k inside of her.

His fingers move in and out of her two holes easily, stretching her. The swing sways with his movement, making it easier for him.

She wants to ask him what he plans to do when he suddenly moves away from her again, her holes gaping, inner walls clenching and trying to close around nothing.

He picks up a long string of anal beads from the table. "We'll just fill you up here first," he says.

She's never tried anal before. She has never tried anything before and she wishes she was brave enough to argue and tell him to slow down, but a part of her is too curious to ask him to slow down. She wants to see what would happen if he keeps doing what he wants- she wants to feel what will happen.

He walks around her and she suddenly understands why the whole swing is made with the soft sort of mesh that lets him open up a hole where her opening is and spread her cheeks wide.

She hisses when he applies cold lubricant into her, using his fingers to press into the walls and coat her insides with copious amount of lube first.

His lips are warm on her neck, kissing her lightly as he opens her up, two fingers, and a third once she is stretched open enough to take him.

His touch is almost tender as his other hand rests on her stomach, pressing her inwards so her body is f*****g into his fingers.

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Look Inside Lost Control

"Quiet, baby," Master whispers, curling his arm around her waist tighter, keeping her in place. "Your Daddy's playing the piano. We shouldn't disturb him," he says. "That would be rude, wouldn't it?"

She swallows the lump in her throat and nods, letting him guide her to the couch. She tries to wriggle out of his grasp and sit in the corner, but he yanks her into his lap.

"Shh..." he hums when she struggles. "Just relax." His hand snakes between her legs, rubbing her through her sweatpants. She jolts, letting out a yelp as he begins to rub up and down her heat. Her eyes widen and she turns towards the piano, only to see Daddy still immersed in the symphony he's playing. It's soothing, but she's the furthest thing from calm at the moment.

"You- you shouldn't," she starts.

He hushes her, hand reaching up her shirt, easily tugging her bra out of the way so he can toy with her n*****s. She shudders, knees weakening as they pebble almost immediately. Her body grows warmer with every touch. She can feel the hard heat of his length pressing up between her cheeks from underneath him, his arm around her waist working to both keep her there and position her in such a way that she's not sitting on his c**k. She shifts, trying to put some distance between them, but all she manages to do is rub up against his c**k even more. She whimpers, her breasts pressing into his palms, the underside of the bra poking uncomfortably into her skin. "Look at you, rubbing your ass up to my c**k like a little slut."

"I'm- m' not," she whimpers.

"Aww. You really are an innocent little kitten, aren't you?" he says, rolling her pebbled n*****s between his forefinger and thumb. "You're going to feel so good, pretty thing," he croons. "You'll be begging for us to ruin you in no time."

"N-no," she whines, tearing up as he continues to alternate between massaging her breasts and tugging her n*****s, his free hand still rubbing up and down between her legs. "I- I don't- I don't understand," she whimpers. "Daddy?" she calls out, hoping he could put an end to this, come and explain everything to her. He said he wanted her to experience school and have fun with her peers. And even if he had changed his mind about that, she thought he would be the one to take her first time and she would have been fine with that.

The man at the piano stops playing and sighs. He stands and turns around, letting her see him for the first time.

The first thought she has, oddly enough, is that he looks younger than his pictures. His eyes are what drew her to him in the first place, dark and dangerous, hiding a depth that she wishes she could reach and even those look different. Lighter, somehow. He's supposed to be in his early forties, but he looks younger, probably something in his thirties. She wonders why the profile picture would make him look older, but then again, he's on the site as a 'Daddy', so maybe looking older gets him more results and they probably edited his eyes to look more mesmerizing.

"Daddy?" she whimpers again, gasping when Master pinches her n*****s.

His lips curl up. "Aw, look at you," he says, his voice matching the sneer and she doesn't know why she thought getting his attention was a good idea in the first place. He moves in towards her and all she feel is trapped. "You know why you're here, don't you? You put your pretty little face up on that slutty website because you want to be f****d," he says.

"N-no," she denies, moaning as Master grabs her thighs and spread her legs open so that Daddy can rub her between her lets with his fingers. He's pretty gentle about it, just rubbing up and down, not really too upset about her clothes still being in the way, but then he tugs her shirt up over her breasts and she makes a small, frightened sort of noise and his eyes light up in a way the she knows isn't going to be good for her.

"Look at you. We haven't done anything yet and you're all worked up already," he says.

She shakes her head, wanting to deny it even though it's true. Everyone here know it's true and there's no use denying it but she wants to anyways. "I'm not- I'm not a slut. I just- I needed- I wanted-" she trails off on a sob, starting to cry again.

"Aww. Poor baby. It's alright. Daddy's not going to judge you," he says.

Master- the man behind her- snorts. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be f****d," he says.

She blinks at him. That is probably the nicest thing he's said to her all night. "Really?" she mumbles, leaning into Daddy's napkin as he wipes at her damp cheeks. She likes it better when they're being nice to her.

"Really," he says and she can feel him smiling when he presses his lips to her neck, kissing her there.

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Look Inside Absolute Control

He straps her onto the medical table in the dungeon and used a speculum to keep her hole nice and open. Then, he used his fingers to scoop out the come that's in her pulsating walls.

The sensation is both humiliating and amazing, especially when he takes out the camera and started videotaping the whole thing.

"Such a lovely little cunt you have, darling," he hums.

She keeps her eyes clenched shut when she feels the soft pad of his finger on her inner walls, like he's testing her stretch.

"You're so pretty inside, baby, all pink and soft," he says, adjusting the stretch of the speculum, opening her up a little bit more.

"Ah, ah, no- I can't- I can't," she gasps.

"You were doing pretty well, taking so many c***s in your pretty little cunt earlier," he says and presses a kiss on her inner thigh. His other hand holds the camera steady, recording the way her inner walls try to close together. "So pretty," he groans and lowers the camera to pump his c**k.

He stands and aims the head of his c**k to her opening, the speculum giving him a straight passage into her hole.

"Oh, oh, you're- you're gonna," she gasps when she feels the hot spurt of his come inside of her hole, splattering into her inner walls. She comes again, her inner walls squeezing the speculum holding her open forcefully, her legs jerking, trying to come free from the restraints.

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Look Inside Office Disciplinary Control

"What do you want me to do?" she asks.

He grins. "Looks like we're finally getting somewhere."

"What is it?" she asks.

"Morale is a little low after some of the men found out what Karen has done," he says. "Someone of her level spending so much money. I need someone to put them back in a good mood."

"Like... entertainment and stuff?"

He chuckles and put his hand on her shoulder, heavy and frightening.

She inhales sharply through her teeth, suddenly even more afraid. "Don't act innocent with me," he says, his fingers curling over to circle around his neck and moving further down, tugging her shirt a little out of the way.

She doesn't realize she has been unbuttoning her blouse buttons in her panic. "I don't- I didn't mean," she starts.

"You want an out? This is it," he says and does away with the rest of her buttons off.

She's too stunned to do anything as he yanks her shirt off, leaving her in only her bra. It's a pretty bra, brand new, courtesy of the credit card, an indulgence she's regretting by the second because he's looking at her breasts with a look that can only be described as hungry.

"We could settles this here, now," he says. "Or I can call the law enforcement on you, as I had done on your predecessor."

"Law- law enforcement?" she echoes. "Like the police?" she asks, her voice going pitched and more than a little bit scared.

"Yes, love," he says, his hand pressing the side of her face.

The endearment feels like she's being mocked, but a part of her can't help but melt into his touch, wish that he really means it. It's a ridiculous thought. She shakes her head.

"Is that a no?" he asks. "You could step away, if you want."

"No! I mean, yes!" she says. "I don't- please don't call the police. I'll pay back the money, I promise."

"How do you intend to pay me back if you no longer have a job?" he asks and though his tone is stern, his hand on her cheek remains soft and grounding.

"You're going to fire me?" she squeaks, grabbing her shirt and tugging it around herself, trying to keep her modesty.

"You understand I have to," he says and he sounds so reasonable, like he's making perfect sense.

"But if I- if I do what you want, then- then," she stutters and licks her lips. "Then you won't fire me?"

"Only if you're good," he says, fingers dancing across her naked shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. She leans into his touch, feeling his calloused fingers on her skin and wishing he would touch her more while also thinking she shouldn't let him touch her like this.

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