This place is a shithole.
Why can’t we live somewhere nice?
We don’t even have proper running water.For fucks sake, don’t know why the bint needed bloody running water any…Oh sod it, I’d long since stopped trying to nut out why women wanted or needed anything. Didn’t much care either…’course there was one thing I cared about, and that was keeping
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They fixed the car and I loved it even better, they finally took that damn stentch that must have been there for more than twenty years. I hoped Spike liked it.
I could feel him before I saw him, turning my head I saw him walking up the street and I just smiled as I sat on the hood of our new spiffed up car. I hope he liked what they did to it, if not fuck him.
"Hey baby..." I smirked, pulling him to me and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Do you like? I went to see that whore lawyer today...got us some nice shiny things." I felt like a kid in a candy store. "Wanna know what I got?" I leaned forward and licked his lips before whispering in his ear. "You've gotta look for it..." I knew he'd get a kick out of finding the key on me...
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Then as I got closer I saw the car. Really saw the car. My car. What the bloody hell had she done?
"Hey baby...Do you like? I went to see that whore lawyer today...got us some nice shiny things."
Ignoring her, I ran my eyes over the car in disbelief. It looked good as bloody new…posh new tinted widows, the whole sodding bit…
"Wanna know what I got?”
“I can bloody see what you’ve--” I began.
“You've gotta look for it..."“Don’t need to look for it pet,” I said angrily, pushing her back onto the hood of the care roughly. “I can see what you’ve bloody done!” And what she’d done was managed to wipe away decades of memories in one afternoon of sucking on some lawyers prick. Fucking hell. Yeah okay, it did look a hell of a ( ... )
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“Well it doesn’t seem to be here. Let’s check somewhere else…you can tell me if I’m getting hot, yeah?”
"Uhhuh...I'll tell you when you're getting hot..." I moaned, leaning back against the car and feeling his hands over me as smooth as silk. "Mmm warmer..." I whispered when he started to slip his hand under my skirt and he shot me a look that sent lust through me and I quietly obeyed and parted my thighs.
"Warmer..." My eyes rolled back and I arched up to him, pressing myself against his hand, panting with want.
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I slid my palm up her thigh, licking my lips in anticipation of her smooth, wet pussy but instead my fingers touched cotton. I stoped and pulled her skirt up to have a look.
“Mmm,” I mumbled, running my fingers over the damp material. “Love the good-girl knickers, pet. Thought you’d sworn off these now, though?”
She squirmed and spread her legs wider, smiling a mischievous little smile.
“Oh, I see.” I grinned, cottoning on and slipped my hand inside her panties. “How hot am I now?” I asked, running a finger over her clit…and making sure to keep a look out for the key as I went.
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Sound proof basement and a playroom, yeah? I bloody liked the sound of that. In fact I was starting to like this Wolfram & Hard idea a lot more in general. I’d never been one to buy into organised power structures and the like, mostly find people’ll stake you in the heart in the blink of an eye, no real loyalty see. But as long as I kept that in mind - and taught Tara to, as well - we might be able to get a whole lot out of this little venture.
Yeah, I was starting to see the possibilities…
"I can't wait till you see the new place...I wonder how many places you can find to bend me over…I wonder how many sweet girls we can bring back, have fun in our little room...would you like that?"“I would like that, yeah. But sod bending you over stuff,” I said grunting and pushing her mouth down onto my cock, shuddering as she took it deep into her sweet, tight little throat. “I think we’ll move straight to the basement, love. I’ve been thinking ( ... )
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Don’t know if it was post-coital bliss or bloody sheer amazement that had me sitting like a wet piece of sodding toilet paper while Tara stepped out of the car but whatever it was, all I could do was watch in awe as my princess dealt with that fat poof of a cop that decided to spoil our little party.
"So glad I wasn't wearing clothes."What a nice little mess ( ... )
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I can't help but smile when he calls me pretty, even in a preditory way I love it. I notice that I'm breathing hard when I don't even have to breathe anymore, but he's doing this to me, making me want him more, crave him to the point of agony.
“Tell me what you want. I’ll most likely do what I want anyway, but you never know…maybe if you come up with something interesting...”
I could feel his hands wonder over my body and I groaned softly, straining to press back against him but it was another thing he denyed me. "Sire...please..." I whispered softly and felt him lean towards me and nip my neck with his teeth before nuzzling my skin. "Fuck me...hurt me...anything..." I breathed, on the verge of desperation to feel something from him.
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I cupped her full breasts in my palms and squeezed them roughly, pinching her nipples until they hardened, looking angry and red. Leaning forward, I took one in my mouth and started sucking on it. She tasted like bloody ambrosia. My cock throbbed hotly and I slipped into game face, nicking the delectate flesh of her nipple with my fangs and licking up her blood before pulling back.
“I was looking forward to licking up all your little cuts and scrapes, love,” I said disappointedly, running a hand over the healing cuts on her belly. “But they’re all healing up.”
I sank to my knees in front of her and stroked the soft flesh of her inner thigh absently as I inhaled the scent of her arousal. I knew all this teasing’d be driving her bonkers, but that’s what I wanted. Exactly what I wanted.
“Look at that,” I said softly, running a finger lightly over her slippery clit. “Such a wet little twat. That all for me, then?” Of course it is, I thought smugly, ( ... )
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But I don't, I let him keep me prisioner and I continue to play his game. Teasing aside, I am enjoying it.
“Liked that game, didn’t you? Big bad chasing you, catching you. Chaining you up, all helpless and naked to have his wicked way with you.”
A small smirk crossed my lips and I nodded. "Yes, I love the games with you...always have..." He knew that well too, he just wanted to hear me say it.
“Think I will fuck you, my little peach...Got to promise me one thing, though...Don’t come until I bloody well say so, got it?”I saw stars before my eyes and I gripped onto my cuffs, pulling them and arching to him as much as I could, tightening around him as he slid slowly into me. "F-fuck..." Licking my lips I sighed and grunted softly, arching ( ... )
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And I still had other plans for her.
“’Cos if you don’t…do as you’re…told,” I panted between thrusts. “Daddy’s going to… have to punish his …naughty little girl.”
Yeah, and it wouldn’t be as fun as a spanking either. No bloody way. An image formed in my mind as I fucked her mercilessly, feeling her clench around me and her body buck to meet my thrusts. Her, still tied to the wall writhing against that thick police baton she’d taken from the cop as I pushed it inside her quivering body.
Jesus, I could hear the noises she’d make now, as I pushed it in…deep as it’d go…oh fuck“Fuck!” I grunted as I came inside her, coating her insides with my come and pulling out as soon as was humanly possible. I missed the warmth of being inside her….but she hadn’t come. Perfect ( ... )
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When he finally calmed he slowed down, the nightstick falling to the ground and leaving me empty. He kept his body close to mine and I could feel his hands running over my skin lightly, putting me at ease as I tried to get my thoughts back together.
“That was bloody fantastic, pet...Maybe I should keep you chained up down here for good. Make you my little slave.”
A whimper escaped my lips and I panted softly, leaning into him as he started to roughly play with my breasts.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Little slut.”I don't know where it came from, but a bolt of insecurity shot through me and I could feel myself getting angry at his words and tone. "You'd like that, keep me locked away down here while you go off doing who and whatever you wish..." My eyes flashed angry yellow and I hated that my feelings were so easily uncovered. I guess it was something I couldn't get away ( ... )
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I pulled back, my hands stilling and peered at her. Well now, wasn’t this an interesting little outburst. Don’t know what the bloody hell she was on about though, when’d I ever given her the impression I didn’t want her. Well…
I stayed silent for a minute. This was a golden opportunity for me to beat her down, make sure she was the weak one instead of me, it’s sure be bloody nice for a change, wrapping someone around my little finger instead of the other way around.
But I couldn’t.
“What the bloody hell are you on about?” I asked angrily, busying myself with unlocking the chains around her wrists and ankles. I don’t know what the fuck she wanted from me…yeah, all right, maybe I did…but I don’t know if I could give it to her. Not anymore. Maybe I wasn’t even capable…
Oh, bloody bugger this for a joke! Why did women always have to ruin a good shag with bloody feelings?
“Look, I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
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Pulling free I wrenched away from him and headed towards the closet in the far corner, the first one I opened had sex toys of all types. Not what I'm looking for - or in the mood for - right now. The second closet had clothing of all types and I slipped on a robe and tied the belt around me before looking back at him.
“Look, I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
I can't let him get to me, I can't let him see how much he gets to me. It's too late for that I think, he knows something is up but just not exactly what's bothering me.
I don't know if I'm even sure what's bothering me.
Licking my lips I gasped when he grabbed me and pinned me to the wall, making me look at him as he silently tried to force the answer out of me. "Yeah, you're here." My voice dropped and I looked away, closing my eyes tightly and wishing these feelings would go away. "But for how long, how long till you ( ... )
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I was really starting to get pissed. I strode after her and pinned her against the wall, hoping it hurt. Why the hell did she want to make me weak? I thought women bloody liked it when you were hard a sodding nails? A vicious beast, that didn’t give a toss about them?
"Yeah, you're here. But for how long, how long till you get tired of me and just..."Maybe she was different. Yeah, maybe…but I couldn’t be sure. Not yet. If she thought I….well she’d bloody up and leave as soon as the novelty’d worn off. I knew that for bloody sure ( ... )
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