His Contract, My Surrender: Erotic Short Stories

Chapter Two: The First Binding

Kathleen woke to sunlight filtering through blackout curtains, her body sore from the boardroom claiming. Tommie's arm draped over her waist, his breath steady against her neck. Panic flickered, she was n****d in a stranger's bed, signed away her life. But his warmth, the possessive hold, stirred heat between her legs.

He stirred, rolling her beneath him, his weight pinning her. Blue eyes bored into hers. "Morning, s**t. Time to bind you properly."

Before she could speak, his mouth crashed onto hers, tongue invading, demanding. She kissed back, hands clutching his shoulders as his c**k, already hard, nudged her thigh. He broke away, flipping her onto her stomach, a** up. "Spread your legs."

She complied, p***y exposed, still tender. His fingers probed, finding her w*t. "Eager already. Good." He slapped her a** cheeks, alternating sides until they burned red. Each smack jolted her c**t, building ache.

From the nightstand, he retrieved a collar black leather studded with diamonds, a silver tag engraved 'Property of Tommie Blake. He fastened it around her neck, the click echoing. "This marks you as mine. Wear it always."

The weight felt heavy, symbolic. He tugged the leash attached, pulling her to her knees on the floor. "Rules: You speak only when spoken to. You c*m only with permission. You please me in every way. Break them, and punishment follows."

His fingers traced her lips; she parted them instinctively. He fed her his thumb, then two, f*****g her mouth shallowly. "S**k."

She did, tongue swirling, saliva dripping. His free hand fisted her hair, guiding her head. "Now, my c**k. Worship it."

He stood, shoving down his boxers, his thick shaft bobbing free. Kathleen leaned in, lips wrapping the head, sucking greedily. He groaned, thrusting deeper, hitting her throat. Gags escaped, but she relaxed, taking more, nose burying in his trimmed pubes.

"That's it, deep throat your master." He face f****d her steadily, balls tapping her chin, p****m coating her tongue. Tears streamed, but arousal soaked her thighs.

Pulling out, strings of spit connecting them, he yanked the leash. "Bed. On your back, legs wide."

She scrambled, spreading for him. Tommie knelt between, eyes devouring her glistening p****y. "Such a pretty c**t Mine to use."

His tongue lashed her c**t, flat and firm, then delved inside, lapping her walls. Fingers joined, curling to hit her Gspot. Kathleen arched, moans spilling. "Please... may I c*m?"

"No." He denied, edging her mercilessly,sucking her folds, pinching n*****s, until she trembled on the brink, then stopping. Frustration built, her hips bucking air.

Finally, he positioned his c**k at her entrance, slamming home in one thrust. She screamed, walls stretching around him. He pounded relentlessly, hips snapping, bed creaking. "Take it all, pet. Feel me own this p****y."

His hand wrapped her throat lightly, squeezing as he drove deeper. Stars burst; pressure mounted. "Beg."

"Please, Tommie, let me c*m! F**k, your c**k... it's too much!"

"C*m now." He pinched her c**t, and she exploded, p****y milking him in waves, sq*****g onto his abs. He roared, pumping c*m deep, overflowing her.

They collapsed, his weight comforting. But rest was brief. "Shower. Then dress, nothing but the collar and heels today."

In the marble bathroom, he washed her, soaping her b*****ts, fingers circling n******s until they peaked. "These t**s will be marked soon." His hand dipped lower, cleaning his c*m from her p****y, two fingers scissoring inside. She moaned, leaning into him.

"Horny again? S******y girl." He pressed her against the tile, lifting one leg, sliding his c**k back in. Water cascaded as he f****d her slow, deep, grinding her c**t with each roll. "Milk me."

She clenched, riding the building wave. Permission unspoken, she came quietly, biting his shoulder. He followed, filling her anew.

Dried and leashed, he led her to the kitchen. A chef prepared breakfast, ignoring her n****y. Tommie fed her bites from his fork fruit, egg his eyes promising more.

"Today, you learn obedience. Crawl to the living room."

On hands and knees, collar jingling, she followed, a*s swaying. In the vast space with city views, he sat on the sofa, legs spread. "Service me while I work."

He pulled out his laptop, dialing a call. Kathleen knelt between his thighs, unzipping him, taking his semi hard c**k in her mouth. As he discussed deals, she sucked, tongue tracing veins, hollowing cheeks.

His hand guided her rhythm, deeper as voices droned. Prec*m leaked; she swallowed greedily. The humiliation burned hot, p***y throbbing untouched.

The call ended; he hung up, fisting her hair. "Deeper, throat it."

She gagged, but pushed on, nose to groin. He thrust up, f*****g her face until tears flowed. "Swallow my load."

C*m erupted, thick ropes down her throat. She gulped, not spilling a drop.

"Good pet." He patted her head, then clipped the leash. "Now, the real binding."

In a hidden room, walls lined with toys, restraints, he bound her wrists to a St. Andrew's cross. N***d, spread, she trembled. Tommie selected a flogger, trailing tails over her skin.

"Count. Ten strikes."

The first landed on her a*s, sting blooming. "One." By five, her skin pinked, p***y dripping. Ten, and she sobbed, aroused beyond measure.

He unbound her, carrying her to a padded bench. "Reward time."

Face down, a*s up, he ate her from behind, tongue probing her soaked folds, then rimming her tight hole. Fingers f****d her p***y, thumb circling her a*s.

"Please... more..."

He lubed his c**k, pressing into her ass slowly. Inch by inch, stretching her virgin ring. Pain flared, then pleasure as he bottomed out.

"F**k, so tight." He thrust gently at first, building to hard slams, hand reaching to rub her c**t.

Orgasm ripped through her, a*s clenching his c**k. He pulled out, c*****g on her back, marking her.

Cleaned up, collared still, they ate lunch, her on his lap, his fingers idly playing with her p***y under the table.

Afternoon brought more: him bending her over the balcony railing, f*****g her p***y while the city watched unknowingly, wind whipping her cries.

Night fell; in bed, he held her, c**k nestled inside her as they slept, the binding complete. Kathleen's world had shrunk to him intense, consuming, inescapable.