Cradled in Mr. Lord’s arms, I smiled when he whispered, “I love you. Princess,” in my ear.
Happiness doesn’t begin to describe my emotions as I sucked his finger while he stroked my hair. I was naked and he was fully clothed, yet in this moment, I felt so sheltered, so protected, and so loved, it was hard for me to make sense of why I had run away from this kind of intense love. I deeply regretted not going to Bermuda with him. My rebelliousness had caused me to miss out on a ceremony that would have made me the wife of his heart.
He eased his finger from my suckling lips. “Does my finger still satisfy you?” he asked in a tender voice.
“Yes.”
“Be honest with me. Princess.”
I shook my head. “I still like it, but I want more.”
“What do you want?”
I felt shy and awkward. Ashamed to express my desires. “I don’t want you to get upset with me.”
“No secrets between us, Fonia. Now, tell me what you want,” he said sternly.
I lowered my eyes. “I want to suck you down there,” I murmured in a soft, embarrassed tone.
“If I give you what you want, will you promise to stop roaming the streets like a whore?”
“Yes, Mr. Lord. I promise.” My eyes latched on to his manicured fingers as they worked to undo his belt and his fly. My heart rate sped up and began to thunder in my chest. What he unleashed was a glorious sight. His dick was larger than any of my random sex partners. It was more beautiful and magnificent than I had ever imagined it to be.
I wanted to fall on my knees and utter worshipful prayers, while at the same time, I wanted to pounce on him and swallow it whole. But Mr. Lord would have frowned on such aggressive and unladyfike behavior, and so instead of urging him to ravish my mouth, I politely waited for him to give me permission to perform fellatio.
Without a word, he pointed to the floor and I scrambled off the bed, assuming a kneeling position before him. He rose and stepped out of his pants, shirt, and underwear. I’d never seen Mr. Lord without clothes on and I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the thick, roped muscles of his arms or his strong, dark velvet thighs.
I was entranced by the length of his manhood. Semi- soft, he held it in his large hand, and I watched in adoration and amazement as it grew longer and larger. He beckoned me closer, and I immediately scooted forward. As he caressed the side of my face with the head of his dick, I licked my lips and a faint sigh escaped my parted lips.
I wanted to taste him, wanted so badly to have my mouth filled with his hardness, I could have cried.
He finally stopped teasing me and let me suck his dick. I was slobbering and moaning with excitement as he stroked in and out of my mouth. He made a sound of pleasure that informed me that I was meeting his expectation. Wanting to make him proud of me, my puckered lips grew more urgent and I sucked harder, all the while licking at the smooth, hardened flesh.
He gave a deep groan, and a part of me feared that he might pull out. “Please,” I pleaded, holding him captive inside my warm mouth.
“That’s enough, Fonia.” He eased his steely length from between my lips and told me to lie down on the bed with my arms pressed against my sides. I complied. With my pussy throbbing with need, I waited in hot anticipation for whatever he had in store for me next.
“Close your eyes and don’t move,” he warned, and then astonishingly, he picked up his clothes from the bed and left my bedroom. I didn’t know if he was coming right back or if he was going home to his new wife.
Obeying Mr. Lord, I kept my eyes closed and didn’t dare turn my head or move a muscle. I lay in sexual agony, trying not to squirm as I listened for any sound that would give me a clue to where he was.
But there was only silence.
After an eternity, he returned to my bedroom. A reUeved smile spread across my face.
“Turn over,” he told me, and I didn’t hesitate to follow
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his command. On my stomach with my face buried into the pillow, I felt his finger trail from my neck, down my back, and then linger at the crack of my ass.
The mere touch of his finger sent lightning bolts of pleasure racing through my body. My mouth formed into a grateful smile. The pleasure of Mr. Lord’s single touch was more delicious than every dick I’d hacked and every tongue that had licked its way into my whoring hole. It felt so good to be home! Back with the man whom I was devoted to. I’d never stray again...never! I’d be perfectly obedient—a good girl for the rest of my life.
He squeezed my buttocks and then parted the round orbs, exposing my anus. “Is this virgin territory?”
I Hfted my head from the pillow. “Of course. Air. Lord.”
“That’s a relief,” he said as he slathered a warm, lubricating substance between my butt cheeks.
Engulfed by fear, my anus clenched. I’d experienced a finger in my ass, but never a big dick.
“Relax, Princess,” he said in a soft tone intended to put me at ease.
But I was terrified. “I’m trying to relax, but I can’t,” I squeaked.
“Do you want me to forgive you?”
“Yes.”
“Then relax. I can’t have sex with you in the traditional manner. As far as I’m concerned, your vagina is contaminated. I can’t go an)Avhere near it; not even with a condom. You understand how I feel, don’t you?”
Shamefully, I muttered, “Yes, Mr. Lord.” But I ached to feel him inside my pussy, not my ass. My thoughts raced, wondering if somehow I could persuade him to flick my pussy. I felt him straddle me. Felt him ease a portion of his dick into my tight, back passage. Then I felt the heat of what felt like fire. It seemed that a red, hot poker was being forced inside my ass. I screamed and writhed in pain, but he didn’t relent. With sadistic pleasure, he drove himself deeply, tormenting me with a fiery pain that was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Eventually the pain turned into pleasure and it seemed as if my asshole had transformed into a throbbing clit.
I bucked upward, eager for him to plunge deeper. Pleasurable sensations flooded the underside of my clit as he fucked my ass with long, strong thrusts.
Finally, we exploded together; his body bucked and he gasped as he filled my ass with sweet cum. Overcome with emotion, I cried into the pillow, thanking him over and over for giving me such a sweet orgasm.
He smacked my ass. “Clean yourself up and get ready for bed. I’ll have groceries delivered tomorrow.”
I gazed at him quizzically. I’d always shopped for groceries myself; I was surprised that he was having them delivered.
“You no longer have transportation. I’ve had your car towed and returned to the dealership. I can’t allow you to escape from me again.”
“But.. .1 won’t try to escape, Mr. Lord. I made a mistake.”
“It’s going to take a long time before you regain my trust.”
“I understand,” I said sadly.
“Your bank account has been closed,” he added with a cruel smile. “You can’t be trusted to manage funds. I’ve also retrieved your cell phone. I don’t want you communicating with those men that violated you. Is that clear?”
I nodded.
“The landline phone is for me to contact you. And you’re not...under any circumstances...allowed to leave this house unless you’re accompanied by me.” He lifted my chin with his finger and looked into my eyes. “You’re my possession, Fonia. You realize that, right?”
“I do.”
“No one understands you better than I do. I know what’s best for you.”
He put on his suit jacket and straightened his tie and began to head toward the door. “I left your daily schedule on the fridge...the time of your meals, your workout schedule, housekeeping, et cetera. Oh, it almost slipped my mind.”
I gave him my rapt attention.
“I have a bit of good news for you,” he said and I gazed at him eagerly. “You and I will be attending special dinner parties twice a month. Private and very special dinner parties where you’ll be able to demonstrate your good training and your devotion.” He brushed a hand against my face. “I think you’re going to Hke the parties. Princess.”
I hope so. I thought of the parties my mother had described. Parties where men urinated on her. I was terrified, but knew that I had to do whatever Mr. Lord thought was best.
I was a prisoner again. And with no car, no bank account, no freedom to come and go at will, I was more of a prisoner than ever before.
I hugged myself. Took a deep breath, trying to embrace my predicament.
