Anything for Him: Dominated (#1) (2 page)

Meghan had spent her summers with a
succession of nannies after her sunburns and colds had become too much of a
nuisance for her family to deal with. By her junior high years her mother had grown
tired of attempting to make her shy daughter more socially adept and so Meghan
was shipped off to boarding schools.

The loneliness and boredom had been
broken the day that she had slipped a small figurine into her pocket at a
party. She could not ever explain how much she had wanted to get caught, had
needed
to be caught. She had, without knowing it, been in desperate need of attention
from her parents. The attention she had gotten after she had finally been
caught had not at all been the attention she had always dreamed of, that much
she did know.

Danny was about to simply release her; he
had grown bored with her silence when she finally spoke, “I had nothing to lose.”

Danny’s left eyebrow quirked up at her
quiet response. It was the truth; maybe not the whole truth but it was the
truth nonetheless. He could guess at the rest of it. He knew her parents,
despised them in fact. The Lowry’s held control of a dying business and they
cut personnel rather than cut back on their own lavish lifestyle. In his
opinion anyone willing to starve people who had served them for no better
reason than to satisfy their own greed weren’t worth knowing.

He shut that line of thinking off. He knew
if he did not his own childhood would come creeping back to the front of his
mind, bringing with it all the rage and pain of those dark, torturous years.

There are far better things to think
about, he told himself firmly.

“Miss Lowry,” he said, “I require a
certain type of service. I demand utter obedience and a willingness to serve.
If you are willing to provide me with that, we may come to a very pleasurable
agreement.”

The word pleasurable sent little shivers
down her back. She was acutely aware of him as a man, she could not help it.
Everything about him, from the way his long body lounged back negligently in
his chair to the shape of his bottom lip, the undeniably firm set of his
shoulders, made her feel a strange and incredibly erotic rush in her belly.

In her last year at a boarding school in
France she had met a man whose brooding dark looks had created a similar
reaction in her. She had let him seduce her several times but she had never
been able to feel anything past that first brush of lust. If she had had a
close female friend to ask she might have understood that it was due to his
being inconsiderate of her needs, that she had done nothing wrong and that her
inability to feel pleasure in the act was not her fault.

She had not felt lust since then and
guilt at feeling it at that moment was rapidly overriding it. Danny saw that,
her face was incredibly easy to read, and he made his move.

“Do you want to serve me?”

“Serve you?” The word choice seemed odd
to her and her voice was laced with confusion. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

He was out of the chair and in front of
her so fast she felt off-balance. His eyes held hers and she swallowed hard,
her pussy felt heavy and full and her nipples tightened involuntarily.

“I mean will you obey me, will you do as
you are ordered? Will you say Yes, Sir and please and thank you? Will you get
on your knees and offer me what I want from you?”

Her breath came out on a harsh exhale.
Her heartbeat accelerated and a thin trickle of fluid slid down her slim inner
thigh, she could feel it and she squeezed her legs together to try to halt its
flow. Instantly she knew he had seen that movement and that it had been a
mistake on her part. It had given her away.

“Is that a yes?” His voice was husky and
his mouth was a bare inch from hers. A sound that might have been a word came
from her mouth and his lips came down on hers.

The kiss was demanding and furious, she
could feel her lips opening below his. His tongue slid against her teeth,
forcing them open and then he was probing the recesses of her mouth, exploring
its every corner and crevasse.

His hands slid down her back, his strong
fingers dug into the curved out halves of her ass and he lifted her up and
forward, tilting her pelvis so that her crotch was parallel to his. He
deliberately rubbed his hard cock against her, relishing the sweet sound of her
surrender. Her moan was low and soft and he stepped back, his eyes glowing with
desire.

“Take your clothes off.”

The ruthless command surprised her. The
thrill that shot through her frightened her. She stepped back, intent on
walking away but he was not letting go of his prize so easily. He grabbed her
by her jaw and kissed her again, causing her to groan and whimper.

“I will take them off for you,” he
warned. “This is your only chance.”

She stood there, her lips bruised and
pulped, her senses whirling and her head spinning. She could not seem to make
sense of her thoughts or emotions. His hands went to the jacket and it fell to
the floor but that did not alarm her. The sound of the blouse ripping did.

She protested but he ignored that, his
hands stroked the fabric of her bra and she fell silent. His thumbs tweaked her
hard nipples and then the bra was falling to her feet.

“Take off that skirt.”

Meghan’s fingers fumbled at her waist and
the skirt landed in a puddle on the toes of her shoes. She stared down at them,
wondering what she had been thinking when she had borrowed them from her
roommate that morning.

“The panties.”

There was nothing soft about his tone and
she felt a swirl of emotion rising in her. She could feel shame and fear but
more than that, riding through that, was that heavy wetness in her pussy and
belly. She thought of trying to do some little striptease, of trying to be sexy
but instead she simply slid them off. She held the scrap of lace and silk in
her hand for a moment, weighing it. It felt flimsy and frail and she closed her
eyes as she let the panties drop to the ground.

The curves and angles of her body stood
out in sharp relief once the ugly clothes were gone. The sun, striking through
the windows, made her skin appear translucent. Gold streaks shot through her
hair and he grabbed a handful of it, yanking it down from its knot, allowing it
to spill over her shoulders.

He kissed her again and Meghan felt his
knee coming up between her thighs, the hard muscle abrading and pleasuring her
all at the same time. She whimpered as her feet slid across the floor, Danny
was moving her toward the chair with inexorable force.

Her ass hit the wooden seat and she screeched
but the sound cut off when he grabbed her wrist, the one that had the bruise,
and yanked a heavy manacle from below the chair. The long length of chain
rattled and the metal of the cuff sent a cool finger of dread into her.

“How did you get this bruise?”

“I …my landlord wanted my rent money…I
tried to walk away but he grabbed me.” The admission was painful. Worse it made
her feel incredibly naked, naked in a way she had not felt even when the
panties had come off. Her eyes went back to the shoes and the sheer stockings
she wore, his followed. His fingers pried the shoes off and she winced in
embarrassment as the toilet paper she had stuffed into the toes popped out and
uncrinkled along the floor like some fanciful caterpillar.

Danny knew exactly what the paper had
been used to do; he had worn many a hand-me-down pair of shoes. “Your parents
turned their back on you.”

It was not a question. “They disowned
me.”

That told him everything else he wanted
to know about Meghan. He moved closer and the cuff snapped shut on her right
wrist with a final sounding click. She was not sure what to think of it, she
tugged at it experimentally and it did not yield. Her left wrist was similarly
cuffed then her legs were forced open. Her ankles were locked into place, the chains
giving that same hollow musical jingle as she was bound.

The shame came back. She could feel every
inch of her own body, could feel her vulnerability and the sense of being
exposed and helpless made tears come to her eyes.

“You are going to serve me,” Danny
reiterated. “You are going to always be ready for my cock, for my mouth or my
hands or whatever else I choose to give you. And in return I am going to give
you what you always needed.”

“What is that?” Meghan whispered through
her tears.

“All the attention you never had.”

Before she could reply his hands were on
her body. His nails scratched her skin lightly, raising red trails and goose
bumps. Her nipples grew hard again and he flicked them with his fingers before
he used his teeth to nip at them, gently at first and then harder. Pain and
pleasure collided and she squirmed against the seat, her own juices making the
surface slick beneath her ass cheeks.

“You are being a very good girl,” Danny
growled into her ear, “you keep on being a good girl and you will get rewarded,
do you understand?’

“Yes,” she whispered.

Fingers slid into her wet pussy, they
probed delicately at first then thrust harder. Her hips bucked helplessly
against them, the friction growing with each plunge. “Who told you to move?” Danny
asked and the fingers withdrew. Instantly she felt bereft, her walls ached and
her belly quivered as she stared up at him as he said, “Ask me to forgive you.”

Forgive her for what? She was not sure
and her pride rose up, making her feel defensive and angry. She wanted to tell
him to leave her alone, to unchain her but when she opened her mouth what came
out was, ‘Please forgive me.” That simple sentence took her breath and she felt
more helpless than she had before, although she could not understand why.

“Good girl,” Danny said, then he knelt in
front of the chair and his mouth moved to her inner thighs.

Sensation exploded in her skin. His teeth
nipped and tugged at the sensitive flesh while his tongue moved behind the
bites, licking and easing the pain. When he moved his mouth over her mound and
his fingers slid through the wet strip of her pubic curls she groaned out loud
and her back arched. Instantly he stopped.

“I see you are not listening to me. If I
do not tell you to move, you do not move. Are we clear?”

“Yes,” Meghan said through her teeth.
Sweat had formed under her hairline and she clenched her fingers, her nails
raking the arms of the chair. That gesture made her aware of what those marks
on the chair were from, the chains scraped against the wood and her nails had
left fresh scars. Jealousy reared its head, surprising and rattling her all at
once. She was jealous over the marks in the wood that proved other women had
felt the same ecstasy she was feeling at that moment.

Danny’s fingers parted her labia, her
tongue lashed out against her clit and all her thoughts became lost in a haze
of pleasure. Her ass shook and the chains clattered with the effort it took to
keep herself from moving.

Fingers pushed back inside her and she
bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her thighs clenched and unclenched as wave
after wave of bliss rolled through her.

“If you want to come, you have to ask me
to do so.” His breath was warm against her skin and she had the urge to scream
at him to shut up and go back to licking her clit but instead she said, “I want
to come.’

“Is that how we ask?” There was a teasing
note in his voice but Danny was not joking at all. He had moved away from her
again and all of her pride crumbled in the face of her need.

“May I come?”

“May I come please Sir?”

“May I come please Sir,” Meghan parroted
then she said it again, louder, “Please may I come Sir, please? I want…I need
…”

“Good girl,” Danny breathed and the
words, the praise had an incredibly erotic effect on her. His mouth and hands worked
against her once more, sending the smell of her own arousal to her nostrils.
She threw her head back against the chair, her mouth opening wide as her heated
slit began to throb. “You can come very soon.”

Meghan could not keep her hips from
lifting up in a wordless plea when he stood up. Danny saw the gesture and
grinned, and then he reached for his zipper. His long, heavy cock sprang free
from his slacks and he pulled a condom from his pocket, unrolling it expertly
up the length of that stiff flesh. He placed one knee on the chair and used his
hand to guide himself into her willing depths.

“Beg to be fucked.”

Meghan uttered, “Please fuck me, please
fuck me, please fuck me,” in a strengthless little voice.

Danny grabbed her hair, yanking her head
up and forward, “Open your eyes,” he demanded.

It took effort. Her eyes felt too heavy
and she could feel thick heat creeping across her chest and face, the precursor
to her orgasm. His arctic eyes were locked onto hers and passion like she had
never known slammed her senses. Her body jerked and she sobbed out loud as her
pussy opened wider, stretching to meet his thickness. She could feel his heat
inside of her own.

“Come now,” Danny instructed her and she
did. She was helpless to stop it, her pussy clenched and opened on his pulsing
meat, she shuddered and tears fell down her cheeks as she dug her fingers into
the chair arms and tried her best to not move and still lift herself higher so
he could go deeper.