Kept - I've Become His Dirty Little Secret (3 page)

“Good, you
have been paying attention then.” He said as his shoes echoed
against the wooden floor. He knelt behind me and tied my hands
securely to the chair, then my ankles to the legs of it.

He leaned in
and slowly pressed his cheek against mine, his breath hot on my
ear. “I’ll be right back.” The same frustration built inside of me
as he walked away, I absolutely hated waiting for this guy!

bRRRRRRR
, I heard the sound of the vibrator starting up as
he walked closer.

“You’re
probably curious to know what I do to bad little girls who let
their orgasm out?” He pressed the vibrator hard against my
clit.

“Well?” He
whispered in my ear, “are you?”

All I could do
was let out a weak moan of pleasure as the vibrator pulsed against
me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I would have to
let my orgasm take over just like the other women that sat here
before me.

“Yes,” I said
desperately as surges of pleasure started taking over.

“Good.” He
pulled the vibrator away before I felt the sweet release. My eyes
opened desperately and met his fiery gaze.

“Eyes closed!”
He demanded. “You know what happens when you don’t behave.” He
shoved the vibrator hard against my clit again and spread my legs
as wide as my dress would allow. I felt the same surges pulsing
through my clit as the orgasm started to build up again.

“No, you don’t
deserve that.” He pulled the vibrator away again.

“Please,” I
begged desperately. He didn’t respond and began to untie my legs.
He left my hands tied together behind my back and lifted me up,
leading me with one hand to the room I’ve always had to imagine. We
went down the stairs and through a hidden door in the back of his
basement, behind which nothing was furnished and the walls were
bare. There was nothing in the room except a bed and a shower. He
sat down on the bed.

“On your
knees,” he commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him. I did
as I was told, the power in his voice left me helpless. With my
knees on the cold concrete he unbuttoned his pants and grabbed me
by the back of my head, forcing me forward into his beautiful cock.
It could barely fit in my mouth as I took it in, eager to please.
My lips ran up and down around his shaft. I wanted so badly for him
to fuck me. I sucked on everything, his balls, his tip, his
shaft.

He stood up
and went around behind me, bending me over the bed. He dropped his
pants.

“This is what
I do to girls that cum without my permission.” He pushed up my
dress and I could feel the tip of his penis exploring the outside
of my panties before he pushed them to the side. His cock slid in
with one powerful motion, filling my soaking pussy with force. He
thrust his hips into my ass, giving me everything he had. Each
thrust filled with determination, he held nothing back as I could
hear the slap of my ass on him.

He grabbed me
around the waist and pushed me up onto the bed face down. He untied
my hands and tied one to each bedpost before climbing on top of me
and shoving his cock in again, his weight pressing on top of me and
his smell filling the air around me.

“I’m going to
fill your little pussy,” he grunted as he thrust in and out until I
could tell he was losing control. His cum shot into me, filling me
even further before he dropped the rest of his weight onto me,
breathing heavily into my ear.

He got up and
put his clothes on before untying me. I rolled onto my back and
laid there on the bed as he shut the door behind him. With cum
dripping out of my pussy, I lay there discarded, used. Staring up
to the ceiling, my heart still racing from what just happened, my
normal thoughts started coming back.

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