Her taste. Her fucking scent. I’m addicted. I want more. She’s been a good girl, keeping her eyes closed as I devoured her cunt. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet before. Besides long ago. The girl I wanted, needed, and left. Her. Shaking the memory away, I focus on the woman before me. I recall the moment my finger slipped into her tight little hole between those pert ass cheeks, I made my decision, I’m claiming this toy.

Helping her off the table, I position her on the floor on her knees. The sight is arousing, erotic, and downright filthy. I make quick work of getting out of my clothes while she waits.

I’ve never been so hard before. My cock is steel as I fist it. Reaching around, I undo the gag and set it on the table. “I’m going to train you to swallow my cock into your throat. Understand, Toy?” She nods. Gripping her hair, I tug her head back. “Answer me with words. I want to hear that pretty voice,” I order gruffly, and she shocks the shit out of me by responding perfectly.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.

“Open your mouth, keep it open. I want to see you drool on my dick. Open your eyes, I want to see your beautiful eyes tear up.” She flutters those lashes and her gaze pierces me painfully. Desire and hunger swirl together like a raging thunderstorm, but it’s not loud, she’s silent. I lean in and whisper. “Do you know why I like seeing your tears?” She shakes her head no. “Because I like making pretty toys cry. I enjoy breaking them.”

Without further warning, I watch as her mouth opens wide and I slide straight into her throat. The tightness grips the crown of my dick, pulsing as she chokes. It’s a beautiful sound, the gagging—soft gurgling, then loud retching—and all that drool.

Her big brown eyes look scared as I grip her throat and shove my cock so far down her throat, I hear the suckling sounds of her attempting to swallow. Her hands, still bound behind her back, allows her tits to jut out beautifully, catching the spit that drips from her chin. Tears stream from her eyes and I wonder how wet she is right now.

“Such a perfect pet,” I whisper as I pull out, allowing her a moment to breathe. Then, I slide into her again, her mouth engulfing all nine inches. Her nose hits my lower abs again and again. Gripping her nose, I cut off her chance at breathing as I sink into her tight throat.

Once her eyes flutter, I pull out and watch her gasp. Her eyes meet mine then as she looks up at me. A messy toy. The streaks of black mascara look exquisite as it marks her cheeks.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” Her question is raspy.

I can’t help smiling. She’s new to this; none of my other toys would have had the audacity to ask me something like that. And as much as it would have annoyed me with any of the other girls, something about this one makes me want to teach her.

“Stand.” I watch her easily rise to her feet, even with her arms still bound behind her back. “Bend over the table.” She does. Her obedience is what I’ve been needing, searching for. It’s not forced, it’s natural. I kick her feet apart and position my cock at her pussy. The heat coming off her has me aching to drive into her. Deep into a tight hole.

With my hands gripping her hips, I seat myself into her fully inch by inch. A low groan falls from my mouth, the exquisite silky feel of her cunt is like heaven. She’s tight, wet, and so fucking hot. I pull out to the tip, then slam back in, knocking the breath from her lungs. Again, and again, I fuck her. I plough into her roughly.

“Oh god!” She cries out when my finger finds the tight entrance of her ass. Teasing it, I dip my finger into the vise like grip of her asshole. Finger fucking it faster, deeper, her body sucks me in, almost as if she needs me there.

“I’m going to fuck this tight hole soon,” I grunt. My hips slap against her ass, making the motion of our bodies slam her into the edge of the table. Raising my hand, I slap one fleshy globe until my handprint reddens the skin. I mimic the action on the other side, marking her.

Mine.

“Please, please, please…”

Her begging only makes me harder, thicker as I stretch her cunt to fit my dick. I want to mold her to me. Make her body crave my dick like an addict needs their next fix. Reaching around, I pinch her clit hard, causing her to convulse below me as she unravels again and again. Wave after wave crashes through her, sending her into orbit, and I smirk.

Her cunt tightens around me, milking my balls of every drop of my release and I fill her unapologetically. Our breathing is labored, ragged in the dark room. My skin tingles, her body has a soft sheen of sweat and I’m tempted to taste her. To see if she’s real.

Our bodies still, there’s no words that need to be spoken because I’m spent. She on the other hand lies trembling on the table. I slip out of her and pull my jeans up quickly, shoving my still wet cock into the crotch.

I quickly undo the rope, allowing it to fall from her arms. Gently, I massage each limb, giving enough attention to the joints. Placing a kiss on each wrist, I regard her. Those deep brown eyes that remind me of roasted chestnuts, meet mine. They’re glistening from the multiple orgasms, and her mouth lifts into a satisfied smile. Her cheeks are flushed a beautiful shade of red. Rosy. Delicate like a flower. And I wonder just how long it will take to pluck each petal until she’s nothing.

“So the stories were true,” she mumbles.

Quirking my head to the side, I regard her with confusion. “What stories?” I watch her slip her clothes back on. Her movements are graceful, gentle. Almost too sweet for a woman who I just savagely violated.

“I’d overheard some girls talking in the club about your penchant for choking, rope play, and a few other things,” she says, her voice lowering to almost a murmur.

Shrugging, I grip her hips, tugging her against me. When I lean in, I realize I haven’t kissed her yet. But before I do, I murmur, “don’t believe everything you hear. If you want the real truth, you should ask the source.”

Then, before she can ask, I lean in to kiss her. It’s softer than I would normally take a woman, but for some reason she makes me want to show her everything. The gentle, and the rough. The dark and the light. The animal and the gentleman. My tongue dips into her mouth, hers duels for dominance, but easily gives up when I suck it hard, grazing my teeth over it in warning—I’m the Dominant, she needs to submit to me.

Her moan is swallowed by my mouth. I’m enjoying the moment, but there’s a knock at the door that interrupts us, and I inwardly curse whoever the fuck is there. I pull away from her, needing space to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. I’m already craving another taste and I’ve only just stepped away from her.

“You better go,” I say, my tone serious and commanding.

“When will—”

“I’ll have you collected tomorrow night after your shift. Don’t wear panties. They’re the bane of my existence, I want you wet. Play with your cunt throughout the day, but don’t come,” I order and walk her to the door. Waiting on the other side is my driver, he nods and I plant one last kiss on her cheek before entrusting her in his care.

As soon as the door shuts, I head up the sweeping staircase and to my bedroom. The space is a sanctuary from my dark desires. I never bring a woman in here. A toy. They’re restricted to the dungeon and the makeshift living room where I have all my toys. Once the girl is comfortable, I take her down into the basement that’s been set up as my own personal playroom. No woman, but Raquel has ever been in this room.

Shoving my jeans off, I make my way into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Her scent is all over me, and I’d love to revel in it, but getting attached to a toy is the mistake I made before. This time, I’m going to focus on making sure she’s kept at a distance. Enough for me to fuck her into oblivion, but still retain my sanity.

The spray of the water massages the knots in my shoulders. I’m tense. I’ve just fucked a beautiful woman and I’m wound so tight, I’m sure I’m about to fucking snap. I want her again. I should’ve kept her here.

“No, you know that’s a bad idea,” I admonish myself as I shut my eyes and dip my head under the spray. Reaching for the shower gel, I snap the lid and squeeze out a large dollop into my hand. Rubbing it over my chest, I wash her intoxicating scent from my skin. But I know I’ll never be able to rid myself of her delicious flavor. Now that I’ve tasted her, my lust is in overdrive, needing more. As the water sprays over me, I know in my gut that I will be returning to her for another scene. The hunger she brought about in me is raging and it needs to be satisfied.

She’s so sweet, like raspberries and whipped cream. I wonder if she would give up her two jobs to work for me instead. I’ll hire her as my assistant. I can have her suck me off between meetings. That will ensure I keep my sanity from the assholes we work with. I wonder if she’ll accept the offer. Would she be able to work with me and be my toy at the same time?

There’s only one way to find out.