Anything for Him: Dominated (#1) (4 page)

The boutique sent them a small dinner
while clothing that would suit Meghan’s coloring and size were selected. The
leggy blond came back holding three dresses over her slender arms that she
declared fit for the night’s occasion. Danny examined them critically before
asking her to show one.

The gown was a gorgeous confection of
scarlet silk and chiffon. Its bodice was tight and the skirt had a long slit up
one side, just looking at it made Meghan feel sexy and somewhat wicked.

Danny bought that gown and then several
other dresses for the office. He also asked for a large selection of lingerie
and then shoes. Meghan was a little confused by his lingerie choices: beautiful
open cup corsets, stockings with ribbons and bows or with long black back
seams, garters and several lace and silk robes but absolutely not one pair of
underwear. The cost of the items was staggering and she was almost breathless
at the amount of money he was spending.

“I will settle my bill momentarily,” he
said to the blonde, who gave him a knowing smile and asked, “Would you like the
use of the dressing rooms?”

“Yes.”

Danny helped Meghan to her feet and she
followed him silently to the small room that sat in a plant filled nook. The
door closed firmly behind them and Meghan could feel desire rising as Danny
said, “Put the black stockings and the matching garter belt on, then the red
robe, you can wear the dress when we get to the party. I want your hair up for
the evening as well.”

Dressing while he watched was incredibly
erotic. She took her time, sliding the stockings up her long legs gracefully.
Her skin tingled as his fingers caressed the flesh of her back before he
ruthlessly tightened the corset, lifting her breasts even higher and whittling
her waist. He demanded the red stilettos with the thin straps that crisscrossed
her ankles and she lost her breath when he knelt down and pulled a pair of tiny
gold locks from his jacket pocket. His fingers slid along her instep as he
snapped the locks closed. They hung heavy against the arch of her feet and the
weight made her shiver with some emotion she could not name.

Even more exciting was the ardor in his
eyes when he stood up and looked at her. She could see her reflection in the
large glass; she looked like a wanton siren and she was not sure how that had
happened, or if she cared. She tried to keep her eyes down as he ran his
fingers across her bare nipples but the throaty chuckle that came from his
mouth told her he knew that his touch was turning her on.

They exited the dressing room and made
their way to the small and incredibly discreet office of the woman who owned
the boutique, she handed Danny a black leather envelope and asked if his
billing information was all the same.

“Of course,” he replied.

“I hope you enjoy your purchase.” Her
eyes went to Meghan as she spoke and the meaning behind her words was far too
clear. Meghan went rigid with anger but before he could reply Danny had her up
and moving away and then out the door and down the stairs.

It had grown dark outside and she paused
on the sidewalk, taking a long and steadying breath. Danny’s hand pressed into
her lower back, urging her on and she let herself be placed back in the limo.

Once inside Danny said, “I want you to
take that robe off, lie down and spread your legs, pull them back and up when
you do.”

Meghan gaped at him. “What?”

“I won’t say it again.”

Being made to strip was just as exciting
and terrifying as it had been in his office. Cool air ran over the parts of her
body that were exposed, she could feel it against the wetness between her
thighs and she shuddered in wicked pleasure as she laid back on the seat,
parting her legs and bringing them toward her chest as she had been instructed.

Danny smiled as the pink glimmer of her
pussy was revealed to him. He could see, even in the dimness, drops of pearly
white fluid gathering around the wet slit. His cock grew harder as she
unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes narrowing with passion.

He reached into a compartment, pulling
out a long vibrator whose end was a heavy round bulb. He put a condom over the
rounded end and then he pulled a small bottle of lube out as well.

Meghan gasped as his slick fingers slid
into her without any warm up or warning. He thrust against her walls and her
hips bucked wildly and involuntarily. Danny withdrew his dripping fingers and
her desire spiraled out of control as he stuck those fingers into his mouth and
sucked on them slowly and with obvious relish.

Danny gave her a few seconds then his
hand came down, slapping her pussy gently. She shrieked in surprise then pain.
The pain was brief, however, the pleasure endured. His hand left behind a
heated and stinging sensation, her clit jutted outward toward that hand. Danny
slapped her pussy again and she whimpered while juices, oddly chilly, slid down
her ass crack and pooled onto the seat below her.

There was low purring sound and Meghan
moaned in total surrender as the vibrator touched her swollen clit. The
friction was intense, incredible and her ass muscles clenched as she raised
herself up, her mouth opening in a soundless plea.

The car rolled through the night and she
could see colorful lights streaking past overhead, reminding her of stars.

“Please,” she begged, “Please will you
fuck me?”

The words made her feel shame but the
weighted locks swinging against her ankles made her feel safe and secure in a
way that she never had. Her hands clawed at the seat, her feet kicked as she
tried to hold off the orgasm that was rolling through her.

The vibrator was removed and she sobbed,
her fingers going to her clit. His hands yanked those fingers away before she
could do anything more than touch that hard bud at the top of her slippery
mound.

Danny slid his cock free of his slacks
and said, “get on the floor.’

She managed it. The corset made it
difficult and the area was cramped but she found a way to settle herself
between his splayed open legs. He sheathed his prick in a thin latex condom and
then he held her by the back of her neck.

“Suck my cock,” he ordered and she did.
Her mouth opened wide and she took him in, working her head down the shaft
while her tongue swirled and rubbed against the heavy veins that ran across it.
She worked her tongue against the small ridge that separated the helmet from
the shaft while her hand pumped the heavy weight up and down in time with her
mouth’s movements. She felt a sense of utter triumph when Danny let out a short
hard gasp and his hips jerked up at her face.

She moved lower, taking his heavy balls
into her mouth, sucking them and licking. His sooty pubic hair tickled her nose
and she waited until she felt his balls tightening to move back to the
throbbing hardness of his prick. Smears of pre-come marked the inside of the
condom and she wished she could taste it but she contented herself with sucking
even harder in order to apply greater pressure. The smell of his maleness was
causing her pussy to twitch and leak fluids, her nipples were hard and taut and
she worked harder, determined to make him come.

That was not to be, however. Danny
grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head off of his cock. “Get back on
that seat,” he growled.

She complied, lying down in the position
he had commanded her to assume earlier. Danny positioned himself between her
slender thighs then guided his hardness inside her snug and oiled walls. “Yes!”
she cried as he reached down, tugging at her nipples with unrelenting fingers.

The vibrator came back and the dual
sensations were too much for her. "Fuck my cock," Danny said through
gritted teeth, “be a good girl and fuck my cock. I am allowing you to have it,
now show me why you are worth it.’

Meghan slammed her ass higher, greedily
taking every inch of him inside herself, the vibrator made her clit ache and
her pussy clamped down tighter on his hot prick, making her cry out in a
pleasure so powerful that she could not even form words. Tears spilled down her
cheeks and she twisted her head from side to side as her orgasm drew nearer.

“I own you.” Danny said hoarsely. “I own
every inch of you. This is my body to use whenever I want to. I own your pussy,
your mouth and your ass if that is what I want. I own you; all of you and you
will serve me for as long as it pleases me. Say it, tell me who owns you.”

“You own me!” Meghan screamed. “Please! I
want to come!”

“Then you better ask. You have to ask for
that, you cannot just want it.”

Please may I come?” Meghan panted,”
Please may I come on your cock sir?’

“Good girl,” Danny cooed and then he
slammed deeper into her while he pushed the vibrator closer to her sopping wet
hole. The sensation of her pussy clenching and unclenching on his cock hurtled
him toward his own orgasm and he came with his cock buried deep inside her
juddering slit.

He waited until she began to come down
from the wave of pleasure and then he withdrew his cock. Maneuvering up to her
face he jammed his cock between her parted lips with the words, “You made a big
mess on my cock. Now you clean it up.”

Shame and shock went to war inside
Meghan. The taste of her own pussy both thrilled and disgusted her. The sugary
salty stickiness dripped down her throat and clung to her teeth, his cock was
not flaccid yet and he tilted her head so that she gagged slightly as he drove
it deeper into her face.

“If you keep it hard it will be going
back in your pussy,” Danny said and shame evaporated as she began to suck
harder. Danny watched her head bob with both amusement and pleasure. He was
proud of her; she was rapidly turning into the woman he had always wanted. He
wondered if she would remain that loyal and obedient if she knew what it was he
had in mind for her family. That thought erased his pleasure and he felt
himself going soft in her mouth.

He removed himself and took off the
condom. Meghan watched him with huge eyes and he knew he should reassure her
that she had done well so he wrapped her in his arms, stroking her back while
he murmured good girl into her ears. He could feel the way her heartbeat
accelerated as she heard the words. He knew she had had precious little praise
in her life and he could see how much that small bit of it meant to her.

Meghan snuggled in deeper, enjoying the
feeling of his heat through the silk of his shirt. His heartbeat was very
steady and reassuring; she closed her eyes, reveling in his scent and the smell
of sex that surrounded them.

The car stopped and he hit the button. ”Give
us ten minutes please.”

“Yes sir,” was the reply.

Giggles rose up in Meghan’s chest as
Danny tossed her a handkerchief soaked in mineral water and ordered her to
clean herself up. She wiped the stickiness from between her legs, wincing at
the soreness there, and then he helped her into the scarlet gown.

When the door opened the air felt cool
and bracing, the lanterns strung along poles that outlined the long and curved
driveway made her blink and for one second she felt a dizzying sense of déjà
vu.

“This is my house,” she whispered to
Danny.

“No, this is your parent’s house.”

His hand was hard, it clamped down on her
upper arm and she found herself moving toward the front door. Her heart beat in
trepidation and anger, her face felt like it had grown too tight for the bones
beneath it.

“I can’t go in there!” she hissed.

“Yes, you can.”

She staggered up the long steps, her
heels clattering on the marble and then Danny was announcing his name to a
butler with an impassive face. He was not one she had ever seen before and he
apparently had never seen her either because he did not stop her.

They followed the sounds of noise and
laughter to a brightly lit room where glittering lights blazed down on people
in expensive gowns and suits. Discreet catering staff mingled with trays of
canapés and tall flutes of champagne, Danny told her to take a glass but not to
eat anything.

“Do you think this is Hades and we will
be stuck here forever?” She asked a trifle nastily.

Danny’s lips quirked in a grin he hastily
hid. “I like your spirit. But I do not want to see you get sick.”

“Why would I do that?”

“We are about to talk to your parents.”

Horror froze her feet but he pulled her
forward. Her breath escaped her in a small moan and her mouth was suddenly
arid. Her father appeared and she had to blink, his red hair, a much more
brassy shade then her own, had been weaved through with gray in the year since
she had seen him. His jowls had sagged even further and the signs of
dissolution were even more marked. Her mother, on the other hand, had not one
line on the porcelain skin of her neck and face. Her blonde hair, artfully
arranged, showed the glossy maintenance that only the most expensive salons
could impart and her gown showed a figure that was still lean and stunning.
Meghan knew her own thinness was due to the near starvation she endured, her
mother’s was due to the surgeon’s skill and to two hours that were spent in the
gym every single day.