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The Object of His Affection
– Wanting the Unwanted
It was a Friday night. James
had placed a gift-wrapped box on the bed and suggested it find it's way onto her body. "We're going out", he
shouted from the bathroom, readying himself for a shower.
Obedient and excited, she
pulled the contents from the box, flinging wrapping paper about the bed and
floor. Within the box was a long silk evening gown and matching high-heeled
shoes. When she slipped into it, she could only stare at the reflection of the
beauty clad in pearlescent silk. It was all she could do not to cry.
When next she saw him, he
was dressed in a fine silk suit. It was black but for small flecks of burgundy
which brought out the color in his tie. She gasped, thinking him the most
handsome man in the world.
"Tonight, we dine with
some of my friends. In fact, you know Jerry. He is in town for some
event", he told her. "There will be others. They all know of our
relationship and are, in fact, involved in similar relationships as us."
She was a bit put off by his
announcement. This would be the first time her relationship would be known to
others and it made her uncomfortable. She was made a bit easier by his
revelation that the others were involved similarly. Still, it was a bit
off-putting. Once the night was over, however, she was at ease and happy.
"James", she
beamed at him. "That was a marvelous night. Who would have thought Jerry
would be the dancer he is?"
James grinned at her, well
aware of his friend’s abilities.
"And you...you are evil
- a tease. You had me hot all night!" she giggled. "Why didn't you
tell me you could dance like that? And, James...why haven't you taken me dancing before?"
James stared at her, eyes
narrow. She shivered, startled by the evil look in his eyes.
"Fuck me. You're going
to torture me tonight, aren't you?" Her voice was barely audible.
Later that night, she found
herself on her back, doubled over as she had been so many times before. James
stood over her, his eyes ablaze and piercing through the darkness in the dim
light of the room. He was slow in the removal of his suit. When he was finally
naked, his cock stood out from him, a spit in search of a victim. Slowly he
slid on the bed to rest his cock between her legs.
She shivered and tried,
vainly, to push against him. Slight gasps and vocalized chirps escaped her lips
as she shivered in anticipation. He was rubbing his cock between the cheeks of
her ass now, running the tip of his cock over the small hole.
"Please don't",
she begged. “Not tonight.”
He had only taken her ass
only once. She had hated it and hoped he would never again make her suffer
through such pain.
"You will ask for this
tonight", he told her in a low voice.
She nodded her head
negatively, knowing she would never do such a thing.
He nodded back at her. “You
will”, he told her.
James stroked his fingers
across the hole in her posterior, threatening entry but never entering. He bent
down and flicked his tongue against her hole, surprising her. She moaned with
the cool tickle, wondering if what he did felt good. It couldn't feel good, she
knew. But had it?
He repeated his action again
and again, tickling her hole with his tongue. Her concentration faltered and
she found herself enjoying it, only to turn it away. He was merciless. Before
long, she was helpless to deny her pleasure. Soon, she was begging to cum -
begging for him to fuck her.
"No,
no, my slut. Beg to be fucked up
the ass", he whispered. "Then you will be fucked."
"I can't", she
cried. "I can't."
"I won't fuck you until
you beg me to fuck your ass."
She groaned, her will
weakening. The sensations were intense and terrible. The humiliation of the
moment was greater than she could over come and brought a sense of terrible and
torturous need.
"Please fuck my
ass!" she burst out, suddenly.
"Ask again, slut",
he spat.
“Please don’t make me beg
for it again…I can’t,” she cried.
“Beg me to fuck your ass”,
he demanded.
He leaned down over her,
staring through the darkness, rubbing his cock across her tightened sphincter.
He pressed against it, again threatening entry: never entering.
“Beg for it”, he demanded
again, continuing his non-advancing assault on her bottom. “I won’t enter you
until you beg, whore”.
His words sent her over the
edge. Able to take no more of his torture, she began to beg as he had
commanded. First it was a breathless whisper.
Her pleas were unanswered so her begging became louder. Then, just as
her words turned to another scream begging him to fuck her ass, he obliged her.
He was slow this time. After
lubricating himself with her heavily flowing juices he slipped his cock into
her waiting hole. Upon his second stroke she found herself in the throes of a
powerful orgasm, followed by another and then another.
His motions were slow and
steady and then halting and hard. He stared into her eyes, meeting her in a
steady gaze. He whispered words of love, filling her with warmth. Then his
words changed to degrading and crass attacks, only to return to more loving
words.
It was a difficult night for
her. Once they had finished making love, she had cried herself to sleep, taken with the strange turn she had taken. Her most
powerful orgasms had come, not after words of love and care but after his most
vulgar accusations. She had previously accepted a need for humiliation. On this
night, however, she had faced it, truly understanding her need for humiliation.
The next day, as she
showered, she reflected on the night past. It was beyond her to imagine that
something that had been so terrible could be so incredibly satisfying. She had
experienced powerful orgasms before but never any that had been quite so powerful as those she experienced last night. Too, she
reflected on her self-discovery and wondered how it could be.
After drying herself and applying
her cuffs and collar, she came downstairs to the breakfast table. James was
just setting their breakfast on the table when she entered the room. His first
gaze brought a blush to her skin, embarrassed by her actions the previous
night.
"You forgot to ask if
you could cum, you know?"
She looked at him with a
sheepish look. "I didn't think...I was...you…",
she stammered.
"I know", he
chuckled. "It's okay. Sit."
"You know", he
began "Jerry was telling me that he could make your waist a little smaller.
It's a minor bit of surgery. A small incision, the removal of a rib and a
couple adjustments and you would have an even smaller waist."
"What are you looking
for: Barbie?" she laughed. "Think I'll pass on it."
"I didn't think you would go for the idea. Not right now, anyway", he said. "Think on it. I think it would look pretty damned hot."