The next day they spent the entire day in bed recovering. After a while she felt a lot better and much less emotional. She had no idea what had gotten into her and realized it had to be something she'd taken. She was no longer freaking out about him punching her. He'd done it during sex and people did crazy shit during sex all the time. It didn't mean he was going to start beating her on a regular basis. Fuck, she didn't even know how long this was going to last, they were just messing around. She knew she might be in denial but didn't care. She didn't want to care. She just wanted to live in this moment and not think beyond it.
She enjoyed lounging in bed naked and sexually sated. It was rare to find herself sated and it felt pretty nice. She'd gotten used to the bed, it was comfy even if she wasn't a fan of the silk sheets, they were slowly growing on her. There was also a thunderstorm going on most the day and it just made everything have a nice cozy atmosphere. She'd hear low rumbles fallowed by a loud crackle. She'd snuggled up to her pillow or roll over just enjoying the sounds.
Dawson was constantly touching her, wrapping his limbs around her, laying on her or pressing himself up against her. If she moved he moved with her like some sort of dance. She woke a few times to him talking in his sleep. He'd called out a name every so often, it took her a few times to realize he was saying. "Keyoko," She wondered who that was? His wife perhaps or some other woman? Sometimes he would take hold of her in his sleep, clutching her tightly, almost to the point of suffocation.
Several times he grabbed her hips and started dry hump her. She thought it was funny, this man even fucked in his sleep and he called her a whore. They continued to tangled around each others bodies for hours. If she got up, it would only be long enough to piss or get a drink of water before she dove back into bed once more and drift back to sleep. She had so many strange dreams but one stuck out to her the most, it had felt so...so real.
She dreamt she was in a hedge garden on an overcast day. She was wearing weird clothes, a jumper coat skirt, with a long sleeved white ruffled shirt. She had tiny little specks on and would wear her hair up in a loose bun. She'd walk cobble stone streets and there were bells on doors, when she opened and closed them. She always carried a small book with her that she liked to read. Often, on her lunch, she'd wander through the nearby hedge garden and find a secluded bench to read upon.
When Gwyne tried to focused on the pages of the book, the lettering was illegible or some other language altogether. She couldn't read it but it didn't matter, she had the book memorized by heart. She knew it was a romance and that she enjoyed the love of the main characters. Her favorite parts were the love making scenes. She gone over them so many times. She enjoyed the way they described making love, it sounded so beautiful. The unity of two, in an everlasting embrace of hearts, souls, bodies and minds. Those specific pages were quickly becoming worn.
Sometimes she would go to the bookstore and look for other romances. The bookstore owner's was always so nice but his son was...something else. He was only a few years younger then hers, at first she paid him no mind. He was shy and kept his distance. Whenever she did notice him, he was always fumbling about.
One time he was carrying a rather large stack of books but when she came into the store, he dropped them all. His father scolded him and she felt bad for him, knowing what it was like to be clumsy. She helped him pick up the books and for a moment their hands had touched and their gazes met. She noticed he had beautiful ice blue eyes and complemented him on them. The poor thing turned bright red and rush away hiding in the back room. She didn't mean to upset him so and didn't see him for a bit after that.
Then one day he returned with a new found confidence. He met her gaze and even spoke to her. He was a bit too formal, calling her by her first name but asked her how she was. She thought it was a nice change and so did the other customers. Even the bookstore owner was pleased with the change in his son. He seemed to be growing up.
During the winter, there wasn't much to do so she came into the bookstore more often. Ever so slowly, she began to notice how he'd stare at her. No matter where she went in the store or who he was talking to, his eyes were always upon her. When she looked back at him, he didn't look away, if anything he stared harder, smiling at her. She found it a bit unnerving and began to avoid meeting his gaze.
Several times when his father was away, he'd try to offer her books like her favorite. She'd read them but none would take. One day he showed her a strange book, of erotic love making. It had drawings and pictures, she flipped though it in the store but was so easily flustered, never having made love herself. She'd never seen a penis, only having imagined it as her book had described, a loin of love. She thought a penis was like a flower...a vine, like ivy that grew along the buildings.
It was so weird looking at the way it grew out like that. They also came in different sizes and shapes. She saw other women breasts exposed and lovers connected in such positions. He watched her flip through the book and kept getting closer and closer to her. He wanted to give it to her as a gift. He swore he'd tell no one but she couldn't take it. It felt shameful just looking at it, she could never own such a thing.
She avoided the store after that, feeling uneasy about the bookstore owner's son. One day he followed her into the hedge garden, to where she liked to read. He told her he watched her every day, eat her lunch and read, that he followed her wherever she went. Her workplace was on the same block as his families bookstore and he'd know when and where she'd go. He didn't want to be apart from her any longer. He needed to be with her all the time and wanted her to marry him. He offered her a ring.
For a moment she was unsure of how she felt, caught off guard. This was so unexpected. He wasn't much younger then her but she didn't see him in that way. The things he said and did, frightened her. She didn't quite know how to respond, to ask him not to bother her any further. She did not want to offend him. Yet when he put his hands on her and kissed her, a strength welled up in her stomach and she slapped him. She told him with fury, her lips, her body, her soul, mind and most of all heart were already spoken for, that they belonged to another.
She saw it then, she'd been waiting for someone...someone she'd made a promise to. Gwyne tossed and turned in bed, declining the book owner's son, in her dream. He seemed devastated even crushed but she didn't care, storming out of the garden. For several weeks after she was very aware of her surroundings and kept an eye out for him. However soon enough she heard word of him marring another. She was a pretty thing, from a well to do family. She'd see them out and about sometimes and was relieved that he moved on and found another love.
She continued to wait for her own love to return. In her book she carried his picture, his letters, the pages of her book were getting filled up with them. He was a soldier and wrote to her every chance he got. She'd quickly respond sometimes even in the same day that she'd gotten a letter. As soon as the war was over, they were going to reunite and get married. It had been several years since they're made their promise but she would wait for him.
One day as she was working, air sirens could be heard, she and her boss looked out the window, to see the skies fill with smoke. They soon learned the city was on fire. She worked at a bookkeepers, her boss became worried and closed the shop up early. He told her to go straight home as it would seem the war had reached the city.
She could hear gunfire and explosions in the distance as she rushed to get home. The streets were filled with screaming people, running from the attacks, while soldiers ran towards them. She thought of her love knowing he ran towards such danger. For a moment Gwyne thought of Corrie. She turned wishing for the soldiers safety and return to their families.
Her heart quickened as someone came up behind her and grabbed her. She struggled as they dragged her into a nearby alley and then down some stairs into a basement, under the bookstore. It was the bookstore owners son, he'd taken advantage of the attack to kidnap her. He was livid still holding a grudge all this time. He tore her clothes away and ravaged her.
When he was done he wouldn't let her go. He kept her gagged and chained up, in a hidden room within the basement. In time people just assumed she'd been killed in the attack. He was the only one who knew she was alive. He slowly conditioned her. He would read to her and preform the pictures from his book of sex on her. If she refused him, he'd beat her and starve her until she'd do whatever he wanted to make it stop.
He made her his whore, eventually breaking her body and mind to him. She did as she was told, obeying him completely. He let her up into the store after his father died but only at night. He'd allow her to do simple chores and stock shelves but made her wear a ball and chain attached to her ankle. His wife despised her at first but would join in lewd acts and mistreatment with him. Years of this went on, she lost all sense of time and self. She began to believe she loved the man who raped her every night and had given up all hope of ever escaping.
Then late one night, her true love staggered passed the bookstore's front window. She couldn't believe her eyes. He was drunk and looked so different. He had grown a beard and his clothes were dirty and torn. She almost didn't recognize him but as they stared at each other through the glass, their hearts called to one another. They each placed a hand on the window and then their foreheads before she stepped back.
He shattered the glass and rushed to her. He held her in his arms and they rejoiced. He thought her dead all theses years and had died inside without her. Lately, he'd been walking the streets at night, retracing what must have been her last steps during the attack. He never forgave himself for not being here, when she needed him. He lifted her ball and chain and took her away from there.
They went to the police and she told them everything but before the now bookstore owner and his wife could be caught they set fire to their store. It causing several other fires that spread throughout the city and they got away. It mattered not for she was with her love now. They moved to the countryside and he kept his promise to her. He married her and they made love for the first time but her body was broken. It only knew how to be roughly taken. It didn't understand her loves gentle touch and she was unable to release.
She wept but her love swore it mattered not that she'd been had by another man. Time would heal all wounds but they would not have time. One day the bookstore owner came with a gun. She was all by herself in the yard and he looked crazed. He made it clear if he couldn't have her, no one would. He raised the gun and Gwyne woke to a clash of thunder.
Her heart nearly exploded in her chest as she opened her eyes. She found herself confused, unsure of what time it was or even who she was for a second. She found herself still at Dawson's, in his bed. He was tangled tightly around her and woke a moment later, looking confused as well. He looked at her then around the room bewildered. He let go of her and rolled over. He checked the time on a digital clock and sat up looking shocked.
"What is it?" she asked, sleepily watching the various expression wash over him.
"I slept." he said. He furrowed his brow running his hands through his hair.
"Yeah, people tend to do that." She yawned and stretched causing the blankets to slide off her. He turned to her and ran his hand over her breasts, giving them each a squeeze as he still looked puzzled.
"I...I haven't slept this long in ages, maybe ever." He remarked.
He rubbed his hand down her stomach and then over her sex. He looked at her with this astonished expression on his face. The way his ice blue eyes stared at her was so intense, a bit too intense. She was vaguely reminded of the dream she'd just had. She awkwardly smiled up at him still waking up. He just kept staring at her then shifted his gaze.
For nearly a minute he looked like he was lost in deep thought. Eventually he snapped out of it and pulled his hand from her sex. He smelled it and she thought it was weird, considering she must smell like his cum. She had to be full of it by now. She could see some had spilled out onto the sheets. She parted her lips and looked down at herself, there was a big fat glob of it on her clit, it was nearly hiding her ring. She'd definitely needed to take another shower.
He laid back down and ran a hand through his hair once more. After a minute or so he rolled over again and picked up a phone off the nightstand. He pushed a few buttons then paused for a second before saying. "Hello, yes, I'm quiet hungry and for her as well, see the chart."
She realized he was ordering food. It was as simple as that, he was hungry and just called someone. Rich people, she shook her head as she stretched arching her back slightly. The after effects of what he gave her were amazing. She just felt so good right now, far better then she had any right to, given all they had done. She felt like she could sleep for ages but he had other plans.
He hung up the phone, rolled back over and got between her legs. She couldn't believe he wanted to go again, especially after yesterday or was two days ago now? She had no clue what time or day it was. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands above her head. They locked eyes and he gave her sly smile before he showered her with kisses. She just laid there as he positioned himself and entered her once more. She let him do her, even though for once, she wasn't particularly aroused.
Her body took him in none the less. She looked around the room as he slowly pumped into her. She could feel him but her body was a bit numb now. She stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes watching him go at it. She felt detached from herself like it wasn't her laying beneath him. She turned her head to the side and met her gaze once more in another mirror.
Everywhere she looked she could see him bucking into her, it was like watching a porno. It was probably why he had so many mirrors so he could watch himself. She looked at the mirrors for a few seconds but found it all too weird. She realized she'd never watched herself being fucked before. She also didn't really know this guy. She knew him physically yes, but otherwise he was still a stranger to her.
Well, she did know a few things about him now, like he had a wife and kids. She also knew his name, so three things, four if you could counted him being a sadist but otherwise he was still just a stranger. She wondered for a moment how many countless strangers she'd fucked by now? Too many to count...for sure, she stared up at herself in the mirror again then closed her eyes.
He started to pick up the pace, grunting and groaning as she waited for him to just finish it. After what felt like forever, he finally stiffened and stuffed himself all the way up. She felt it then, a soreness as he pushed on her cervix, pinning her as he came. She sighed as he emptied then watched as he pulled out and seemed to pinched off any extra, making sure he got every last drop in her. He sat back on his knees then and yawned.
She rolled off the bed and hobbled into the bathroom. The gate of her walk had definitely been fucked up by his cock. She'd taken a few good poundings over the years and wobbled home before but fuck he'd done her up good. He'd fucked her so much, she could barely shuffle about.
She got to the toilet and had just started peeing, when he followed her in. He snapped at her and she looked up at him. Did he seriously want her to move? "Uh I'm currently using it."
"Spread you legs, I'll go in between."
"Uh, no!"
"Do you want me to piss on you?"
"You could, I don't know... wait."
"Alright, you had your chance," he said grabbing himself.
"Seriously! Fuck!" She spat.
She quickly spread her legs as he aimed. He pissed between them and they finished around the same time. No one had ever done that before, she felt weirded out and most definitely needed a shower now. They seemed to be on that same wave length, as he set out some soaps and shampoos before turning on the hot water. They didn't wait for it to steam up this time and just got in. He surprised her lathering her up again and washing her hair. She thought it was just a one time thing and wondered if she should do the same for him.
"You want me to do you?"
"No," he said "You are mine, I am not yours."
"Right? You're married."
"Just register that did you?"
"No, you've said it a few times now, we just didn't have a second to discuss it."
"Nothing to discuss. What I do when I'm not with you, is none of your business."
"May I at least ask if she knows."
"Does it matter? Would you enjoy my cock any more or less?"
"Does she know or doesn't she?" she demanded, not dropping it.
He paused for a moment, then answered her. "My wife, is my wife for a reason. She understands I have needs and allows me to take care of those needs."
"Oh, so what, you regularly disappear for days on end?"
"No, you are the first to keep my attention this long?"
"Seriously? I assumed you did this all the time?"
"I hire out, like ordering pizza, when I'm peckish but I've never kept anyone after."
"Uh kept?" she said as he massaged her scalp.
"I assume you want to keep getting my cock and humiliation?"
"To be honest, I haven't really thought much beyond us hooking up again. You went so long, I thought it was over."
"Trust me, you'll know when it's over."
"Hmm," she said unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, with him, she couldn't tell.
When he finished washing her, he washed himself, then they rinsed off and got out. He showed her where the towels were this time. They were so big and of such high quality. He dried himself then tied his towel around the waist, while she wore hers like it was a cloak, wrapping it around her head and shoulders.
She watched him then as he shaved, pluck hairs and apply various products, to his face, body and hair. It was weird seeing a man's morning routine. Corrie usually just used her bathroom, maybe took a shower and dried off. He never had any things at her place as he never wanted to leave anything. To be fair he didn't have much to begin with. She'd been to his place once. It was just a room he shared in a house with some other fire fighters. They rented it together to save on money. They all had to alternate at the station so it just made sense to only have one room.
"What are you thinking?" Dawson asked as he cared for his hands. He trimming and polishing his nails before changing out his rings for different ones.
She just started at him for a long moment, she didn't want to tell him she was thinking about Corrie so she thought of a question to ask instead. "Uh, what exactly is a gaping fuck hole? You said you want to turn me into one?"
He smiled into the mirror and said, "That I do. I want to bust your fuck hole."
"Wha...Bust my fuck hole?" she repeated. That sounded painful as shit. She clung to her towel, hoping he was just talking dirty again. Still after a few seconds she asked "You want to break me?"
"There are levels. I want to break you down, to the point where you are consumed by sex. I want you to give yourself to it fully. I want to open you up, use you so much that your hole gets stretched out of shape. I want it to look like a gaping fucking hole always open and ready to take whatever and whomever it's given."He came up to her and yanked her towel away dropping it on the floor.
He stood behind her then turned her to a mirror on the wall. "Look at yourself. See how you can see the line of your lips and some of your fuck hole from me filling it so much. If you tilt just so he said moving her legs slightly apart, you'll see my cum dripping out." She'd been washed up good but there was still so much inside slowly coming back down. Unless she took a hose to herself it was just going to drip out over the next several days but she didn't mind. She kind of liked being cum filled. He continued, "Once I bust it, you'll be open to everything. I'll be able to spread you and you'll be able to see inside it... see the cum dump you are. I'd also be able to walk up to you and stick most things in it with ease, like a carrot."
This guy..."A Carrot?"
"Yes, you'll be an open hole, just waiting for the next thing it's given. No matter what it is!"
"Uh, serious talk," she said clearing her throat, "You do know you can't really stretch a vagina out of shape, right. Like they can grow and stretch but eventually return to their normal shape given enough time. Like even women who give birth almost return to their normal shape after like six month."
The only reason Gwyne knew this fact was because at one point she had admittedly gotten a little worried about wearing her pussy out. She'd been having a lot of sex at the time and ran into this one guy who was usually too big for her to take but she'd been able to. It had surprised her but also delighted her. She'd had a lot of sex with him and noticed she was loose after. She freaked out thinking she'd stretched her pussy out with such a big cock.
Embarrassingly she asked her doctor at her next exam, if it was possible to stretch yourself out too much….like if there was a point of no return. The doctor was nice and explained the vagina was very elastic, like any muscle it could stretch and also contract. It could usually accommodate most things, penises, toys, tampons and of course eventual childbirth. As to Gwyne's situation, the doctor had given her a good example saying Gwyne could be with a larger partner for months and stretch to fit them but if she were to take a break for a period of time her vagina would eventually return to its natural shape. Of course it would never be a hundred percent the same but fairly similar to before.
There was also a difference in slowly stretching and growing vs pushing herself too far, too fast just like with any muscle, the vagina could also tear, if she went beyond her limits before she was ready. Of course it would eventually heal. The vagina could also change over time due to age and childbirth. The doctor sent her home with some pamphlets on safe sex and told her to look into pelvic floor exercises. Since then she hadn't been too worried about it.
"I know," he said, after a long pause pulling her from her thoughts. He let out a heavy sigh as if he were disappointed it couldn't be stretched out permenently. He continued "That is why we'll have to be consistent with you. Once we get you to where I want, we'll need to keep penetrating you every day, to keep you open. I don't want you to ever forget what you are. Your pussy should always be a reflection of what you truly are..a gaping fuck hole"
She let out an uncomfortable groan putting her hands over his as he kept spreading her entrance open. "Uh, no offense with your kinky fantasy and all but I kind of like my pussy how it is. I don't really what you to keep it stretched out of sha-."
He roughly grabbed the back of her neck and brought her closer to the mirror. "You don't know what you want! But I do! I can see it written all over your body! You want to be broken! Look at yourself, really look, you've been walking around with this mask on, this pathetic disguise of a person all these years. Those big green eyes of yours and that face, you fool people, fool yourself into thinking you're more then you are but I saw what you are! I saw it the night we met and the night I whipped you. Your body heaving with sex, your hole begging for anyone or anything to fill it, to use it and abuse it. You want to broken down, you want to lose yourself completely and have people see you for what you truly are, nothing...nothing but a bottomless hole, a fucking pit, trying to suck in everything around it. Deep down you know that I'm right, you know what you are! Your only purpose in life is to take, your only worth is to be used."
She swallowed listening to every word he said. She was a hole..a bottomless pit...her chest ached...sometimes she felt hallow. For a moment she just stood there staring at herself in the mirror feeling sick. Some of the things he said, were resonating with her and they shouldn't be, it scared her. "Listen uh, this is why we need to talk, to hash things out, you're going too far...too fast. I love a good rough fuck and all but I...I don't really want you to break me."
"Who are you trying to convince?" He said, staring at her in the mirror. "You're lying to yourself again!" He scoffed then continued. "Besides, you're already damaged goods as is. You're barely holding yourself together. All I'm doing is finishing the job, making the outside finally match the inside. I am gonna make you a work of masochistic art. When I'm done, no one is going to be able to look at you and see a person. All they'll see is something to be used and abused, a gaping fuck hole, begging for more…more...more...cocks… objects… food...cum… whatever. You'll take it all in. You'll take anything that's given to you and your little masochistic heart will love it."
He pressed his head against the back of hers "I'm like a composer and you are my instrument, a painter to his canvas. I've never been more excited about anything in my life, these last few weeks. I could barely function thinking of breaking you down into what you truly are and sharing you with the world." He ran his hand over her sex, nodding to himself. "Yes...yes I'm gonna make you so beautiful, reveal your true beauty, then display you as my most prized possession. My masterpiece."
He was creeping her the fuck out with all this. She didn't get half of it or maybe she did? She felt so confused in this moment. Maybe she was hung over after all. She didn't want to think about any of this, yet a part of her, that darker part was getting oddly excited even turned on. She could feel herself getting wet, thinking about him breaking her down...the things he was going to do her...things no one had ever done. He was going to take her to levels she couldn't even imagine and show the world how worthless she knew she truly was.
She was just a hole. to be used and abused, nothing more. She let out a hot breath taking the thought in. She felt encased in his depravity, his madness, like she was slowly sinking into sexual quicksand but doing nothing to stop it because she herself was just as mad. He rubbed her breasts, groped her as they stared into the mirror. He could see she was getting off on this, just as much as he was.
He gently kissed her cheek then whispered into her ear "Yes...yes, do you see it? See yourself now, a glimpse of what is to come? I'm so proud of you for embracing it, for allowing yourself to feel it...to take it in. Accept what you are and accept your fate. Most bitches play games, deny their true nature for some made up moral code. They say they don't like something when really inside their panting like dogs...begging for it."
She closed her eyes and tears escaped rolling down her cheek. She hadn't even noticed her eyes welling up with moisture. Everything just felt so intense right now, in this moment with him and the things he was going on about.
"Do you want me to break you Gwyne?"She gasped opening her eyes. She was surprised he'd called her by her actual name. They locked eyes in the mirror and continued "Do you want me to make you what you truly are? What you've always been?"
She hesitated unsure of anything in this moment. She suddenly felt like she was being suffocated by his presence and his words. She didn't know what she was doing anymore. He was right, she didn't know what she wanted. He shook her pulling her from her thoughts, when she didn't respond.
He stared into her eyes, in the mirror and whispered her name, "Gwyne."
"Yes," she said turning from the mirror to look at him. "Yes," She felt ashamed saying it out loud. All the things he wanted to do to her sounded crazy but she was crazier, knowing she was just going to let him do what he wanted...whatever he wanted. She felt overwhelmed by this realization and nearly collapsed but he held her up.
He laughed at how worked up she'd gotten. "So much for, "I'm not a masochist." He said in a mocking tone then continued, "You're fucking eating it up, falling over yourself to submit to me."
"I'm falling because you fucked me up good the other day." She protested but turned bright red.
She was embarrassed for a moment things had gotten super tense and out of hand. She had lost herself to it...to him. He chuckled, leaned into her and put his arms around her. He rested his chin on the top of her head almost like he was hugging her. She looked in the mirror and saw his eyes were closed. His face had an almost peaceful expression. He rubbed his hands down her arms then turned her to face him.
"Alright, let's see how our progress is going. I want you to stand up straight with your legs together."
She did as he instructed and he leaned into her again, this time with his hardened member in his hand. He pressed it against her but she was too short for their crotches to align. He rubbed his mouth then pulled out a stool and lifted her up like some doll on a stand. He positioned her crotch to be level with his, then he used his thumbs to spread her lips open. He pushed his member between them. She was mostly closed standing like this it felt so strange but he pushed his way into her. "Still too much resistance, I want you to be able to just take a cock with ease, no matter your position or its size. I think some toys will help get you there."
"We've already done so much." she said.
"And we'll do more and more. We'll never let your fuck hole rest again. We'll tame its gluttony yet and make it submissive to my every whim."
He moved then and the next few minutes was some of the most awkward sex she'd ever had. Every time she tried to reposition herself, he'd slap her breasts and command her to stay still and keep her hands at her sides. He just kept hitting her weird...uncomfortably so, in this position. She made faces, expressing her displeasure and he slapped her tits for that. He wanted her to always smile when she was getting something. She put on a super fake smile and he laughed before he came in her. She felt it make a mess between her legs as it began to pour out.
He didn't bother to clean her up. She went to do it herself but he snapped "No, Stay there on your pedestal."
"I'm dripping."
"Then drip. You need to practice holding you position and standing still, no matter what's going on, for when I put you on display."
"When you say that it sounds like you want me to be a doll or something."
"Now there's an idea." he said smiling at himself in the mirror, "Perhaps once you're gaping, I could give you something strong, that would make you fully aware but unable to move. I could pose you then and position you as I like."
It took her a few second to process what he'd just said but she made herself clear, "Uh, that actually sounds super scary and not the good kind. Like I do not want that. I don't want to completely lose control. There has to be some limits to this, right? I mean, I like getting fucked up and all but there are some places you just shouldn't go. Aren't there suppose to be rules or safe words or something."
He hummed to himself for a moment as if he found her statement cute. "You're not with me for safe words and rules. There are communities for this sort of thing, yes, rules and regulations as with any group activity but I am no longer allowed to play with them. I never liked rules. What were doing here is beyond the spectrum, beyond limitation. I must have complete control of you, when I am with you. If that means your autonomy has to go so be it. If I want you to do something, you will do it. If I want you to sit on a shelf like a doll then you will. If I want to keep you in a box, I will as I said before your fuck hole is mine to do with as I please."
"And if I ever say no?" She asked, slightly curious. She wondered what he' d do if she ever denied him.
She could see his reflection in the mirrors, his smile widened for a moment before he said "Trust me, you don't want to find out. Just remember you sought me out. You approached me that night at the bar, of your own free will. You're here now because you chose this, you want me to use you and abuse you. You want me to hurt you. I can hurt you real good Gwyne and in time I will break you down into your true form. But you have to want it. You have to obey and thank me when I take the time. Now enough talk, you're distracting me."
She stood there, thinking over what he said. She knew all these things but it was like she needed to hear them and test her bonds, to see if he had them tight enough. She held still pretending to be a statue. It was weird but even this brought her some small form of satisfaction. She truly did not understand herself...
He left the room for a second then came back. "There is something else I want to do."
"What?" she asked without moving.
He stepped up to her and clipped small weights to her nipple piercings. She could feel them tug at her nipples. He moved between the lips of her sex and attached another small weight to her clit ring. She could feel it weigh her down and it felt so strange, a pressure on her most sensitive part. Her tits drooped down and her clit began to throbbing as she moaned. "Yeah, you like that? Good. I want to always be pushing the limits of your body. Eventually I'd bind you up and hang shit from you like a chandelier."
"A Chandelier?"I swear you're so weird." she said.
"You love it," He said "You love me pushing. I'm gonna break your limits as I break your body and mind."
He played with her breasts for a moment and looked like he might get hard again but pulled himself away and went about the rest of his morning ritual, getting dressed. He stepped out of the bathroom but kept popping back up in the doorway. Each time he came back, he had a different thing put on, watch, briefs, slacks, undershirt, shirt, corset vest and suit jacket. She wondered why he kept popping in and out and realized he was looking to see if she moved.
She hadn't, she stayed perfectly still watching him through the reflections in the mirrors as best she could. This was like a game in itself, she wondered if he'd punish her, should she move and was tempted to find out. Eventually he stepped away for a few minutes then returned putting on a tie that matched his eyes. He leaned against the doorway as he put it on.
When he was fully dressed he said, "You are gorgeous! The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on!"
She couldn't help but blush and said, "Thank you."
"I wasn't talking to you." he said and she realized he was staring at himself, complementing himself.
She tried not to laugh, he was just so brazen, no one could say this guy wasn't confident. Maybe Tawnie was right and he had a complex, knowing his shit was just that good. She found herself turned on by his cockiness. He cleared his throat then said. "I still want to talk things out. But I spent more time in bed then I would have liked. I need to work some."
"Oh, are you talking to me now?" she teased.
He came up to her and smacked her ass. She jumped a bit and nearly fell off the stool, her cheeks were still rather raw. She could see they were bright red. He sighed then said"Yes, you may step down."
"Great," she said. She got off the stool and grabbed some tissue.
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning up."
He rushed to her and grabbed her wrist. "What exactly? My seed is a gift, one you should not take lightly. Don't you dare waste it!"
"I'm not, it's just leaking out everywhere."
"Let it leak."
"But it will get all on everything."
"I pay my staff well," he said.
"Eww." she said, picturing his staff cleaning up after them.
He gave her a look but she dropped the tissue. She suppose she wasn't getting dressed anyway. He unhooked the weights for her nipple rings and clit setting them on the bathroom counter. She went back to the bed thinking she'd get some more sleep, only to find it made. Had he made it or someone else? Were the sheets even cleaned. She ran her hands over them they looked cleaned. Wow that was fast.
"What are you doing now?"
"I was going to go back to bed."
"I told you, I need to work."
"Oh, do you need me to leave?" She asked. She'd assumed since he still wanted to talk, he wanted her to stay.
"NO!" he snapped his fingers, "Follow and don't speak."
Seriously! He left the room and she reluctantly followed him out into the hall. The woman she'd met the other day, was there. She looked at Dawson but not at Gwyne she could have been invisible. "Breakfast is ready sir,"
"Thank you Garlin. I'll be working in my home office today. I'll take it in there along with a towel."
"Of course sir, I'll have it brought in with your breakfast."
He nodded then walked, she followed and was surprised he'd gotten so dressed up, given he was working from home today. She looked out the window as they moved down a long hallway. It looked like it had been cleaned as well from the last time they'd fucked through it. She'd left her hand prints all over the window along with some other smears. They had probably left a lot over the entire place.
She wondering where his home office was as they had fucked everywhere and she hadn't seen it. She saw him approach a door that sort of looked like the wall in a small nook past the living room. He opened a hidden panel then put in a code and the wall slid open, revealing a room.
"Oh wow, neat, a hidden room." her eyes lit up. That definitely wasn't something you saw everyday.
For a moment he smirked enjoying her reaction then got serious. "Did you say something?"
She covered her mouth remembering her told her not to speak. She shook her head and he chuckled as he entered the room. She followed and looked about. It was like your standard office. Large desk with one chair in front and two chairs on the other side. There was a black leather couch across from the desk. against the wall and then bookshelves lining most the walls. This seemed to be where he kept his personal shit. Not a single picture of his family though. She was kind of curious about what his wife looked like.
She paused noticing there was a picture on the only bare wall in the room. She mistook it as art at first. When she examined it closer she realized it was of her, from the neck down. She was laid out on her back with her legs spread open. She recognized Dawson's sheets and as she drew closer she realized you could see everything in great detail. It was before he'd piercing her clit, her hole was swollen and overflowing with cum.
She raised an eyebrow then asked "Uhh why is this here?"
He'd gone round to his desk and looked up at what she was looking at. He smiled and said "It's a before picture."
"Before what exactly?"
"I wreck you and remake you." He said it so simply like it was obvious.
She rolled her eyes as he returned to her. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her ass a good squeeze before kissing her. It was a good kiss, far too good of a kiss considering how sadistic his ass was. She quickly lost herself in it as he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. For several minutes they just kissed and time itself cease to exist.
She didn't think it was good to get so caught up in someone she barely knew but she couldn't help herself. There was just something about him that demanded her full attention. When he finally pulled away, she found herself nearly breathless, having forgotten to breath. Her cheeks lit up as she realized he literally took her breath away.
He began to hum as he stepped up to one of his bookshelves and reached for a book. She heard a strange sound and realized the bookshelf was a door to another hidden room. He quickly popped into it and she tried to follow but he shut the door behind him. She tried to open it again but it wouldn't budge. She tried the book he pulled but it didn't seem to work twice. Maybe it used a different book each time or some other mechanism and pulling the book had just been a distraction.
It had been a while since she'd been so fascinated by a puzzle. For a few minutes she tried to figure it out but wasn't able to make the bookshelf open again. Eventually he came out with a small bag. He put the bag on his desk and she wondered what was inside it. Did it have anything to do with his work? Admittedly she was quiet curious to see what he did, given how secretive he'd been and all these hidden doors.
He began gathering various tools at his desk as he continued their conversation. "We'll take several pictures over time so you can see how your body breaks down into a fuck hole."
"Hmmm," she said looking back at the photo. "When did you even take that?"
"First night we met. Don't you recognize the beads? I'm still finding them everywhere." He opened a draw in his desk and pulled out a small jar. She saw it was filled with the jewels she'd glued on herself.
"Oh right, for my belly dancer costume." she said.
"Belly dancer? I thought you were a genie?"
"I was a belly dancer but Tawnie thought a Genie would be hotter. Tawnie is my friend by the way. She wants to meet you and have you take her to that restaurant we went to fo-"
"Enough." She stopped talking and he continued "You lied to me."
"When?"
"When I asked you what you were that night."
"Seriously? It was just a party. I was just messing around."
"You do not mess around with me. One thing I can't stand is liars. When I ask you something, you will be truthful. If I find you're lying I will not be pleased! Keep that in mind when we talk this afternoon."
"Okay but you kind of lied to me. You said you were what, a CEO of a top company."
"Top company! No! I said I'm a CEO of the worlds most powerful company."
"Right! For real? Are you?"
"I will be." he said sitting down, "One day."
"Right," she said crossing her arms, "But you're not yet."
She could see pointing this out, only upset him further as he got this murderous look in his eyes, like the other night when he punched her in the face. She uncrossed her arms and took a step back quickly apologizing. "I'm sorry I lied the other night. I didn't mean to. I just thought genie, sounded cooler."
"Why dress as a belly dancer then?"
"Cause I took classes," she said then started to move her stomach and hips.
His face softened immediately as he looked surprised. It had been a few years but she still had some moves as she seductively twisted about, "When was this? These classes?"
"Its been a few years. I needed classes to fill out my credits for student aid in college."
"What degree did you get?"
"No degree. I dropped out, me and Tawnie."
"Tawnie, right, addressing that! I will not meet your family or friends. I'd also prefer you keep what happens between us private. While we will be sharing you with the world, I am a private person."
She simply said. "Okay."
Oddly enough, this wasn't that much different from her and Corrie's relationship. He never wanted to meet her family or friends. He'd made an exception for Tawnie but he didn't want to know anyone nor have her know anyone in his life. What they shared was private, between them, though he encouraged her to be with others. Tawnie was going to be bummed about this but it was probably for the best.
Tawnie would not like how Dawson treated her. Gwyne wouldn't be telling her, he'd hit her or how crazy things were at times. She knew if she did, Tawnie would show up at his door with a blow torch. She chuckled picturing what his reaction would be when he opened the door.
There was a knock at the door and she jumped, not expecting it. She turned to see Garlin come in with a tray of food. Oh yeah right, breakfast, she'd forgotten, Gwyne watched as she set the tray on Dawson's desk then she set down a towel she had under her arm. "Will you require anything else, Sir?"
"No, thank you, you can go about your tasks."
"Thank you sir." she said before nodding and leaving the room.
Alone again, she stood in front of Dawson's desk and asked. "What does your staff think about all this?"
"Enough chit chat," he said deflecting the question."Breakfast and then I need to work. Also you should know I prefer to eat in silence." She rolled her eyes when didn't he prefer silence. He removed several covers on the tray. She saw a banquet of food but he only set aside a piece of thick toast with marmalade jam and tea for her. "Your breakfast."
"But what about all the other food?"
"You need to lose the weight and I need to get back all the energy I spent pumping into you glutenous hole. I've earned this."
He was lucky she could go days without eating. She'd done it enough times at raves but usually it was because she got so caught up in everything that she'd forget to eat. Things were pretty intense here but she was quiet hungry and thirsty. Taking a pounding like that also took it out of her. She sighed but went to grab the plate of toast, thinking something was better then nothing. However just as she was about to touch it, he slid it back. She wondered if he changed his mind and was about to protest. Yet she watched him take the towel and set it on his lap. "You'll sit here."
"Right." she said.
She went to him and sat on his lap as he sat as his desk. They ate in silence then. She had no idea what bread this was but it was amazing and the marmalade brought back memories and the tea was also decent or maybe she was just starving, she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. She finished it faster then she would have liked. She leaned back against him when she was done, treating him like a chair almost. He didn't see to mind as he cut up his food and ate.
She watched him maneuver around her, with relative ease and wondered if he had all his whores sit on his lap as he ate. At one point he lifted his mug of coffee. The glass was hot to the touch. She learned this as he pressed it against her sex. She felt the heat and was reminded of the heat she felt the other day. She lit up, as he held it to her. It was hot but not too hot and felt good. She started to lightly jerked against it and he laughed pulling it away. "You want to fuck my coffee cup, now?"
"No, it just feels so good."
He chucked, "It wont feel good when it spills and burns you but by all means, if that's what you want, keep humping."
"No," she said stopping.
He held the mug to her for a moment longer then wiped it off with a napkin and began to slowly drink his coffee. When the food was gone, he bucked her off his hips, then got up and went to the bag on his desk. He took out various straps, ropes and toys, lining them up on his desk.
She couldn't help but tease him. "I thought you were going to work?"
"I am but so are you."
"Really," she said crossing her arms. "And just what am I going to do?"
"You'll see," he said.
He grabbed a few items them set up a sex swing in the corner of the room. Gwyne had never seen one in person but knew what they were from various erotic magazines. She started to get excited yet again she was about to do something new. Dawson made sure the swing was stable before grabbing some rope and stepping up to her.
He looked at her for a moment with this almost glow in his eyes. He gently ran a hand through her hair then nodded to himself. His smile started off small but got wider as he grabbed her, without a word and began to tie her up. She didn't resist allowing him to run the rope over her body. Again from magazines she knew what this was...rope play.
She hadn't gotten much experience with it, not a lot of guys carried around rope but she had tied herself up more then once, after reading some articles. She'd never managed to do it right, either it would be too tight or too loose. After a while she didn't bother with it not really getting the point of it. She just assumed it wasn't for her.
Dawson seemed to know what he was doing and had her curious once more. She could feel it as he slowly tighten the rope. He wrapped it in such a way that she felt these pressure points. It was like she was being squeezed or tightly held. She liked the feel of it… being confined, restrained but in a good way.. Sometimes she liked to wear tight clothes for the feel of it. There was nothing like not wearing a pair of skin tight jeans.
Once he was done, he tested the rope then gave her ass a good squeeze. She let out a moan then tested her binds seeing how much she could and couldn't move. Without warning he lifted her and over his shoulder. He gave her ass a good slap then took her to the swing. He'd set her in it and moved her to where she was spread open with her knees up. He secured her in place then gave her a little push. She swung back and forth slightly.
He chuckled to himself then took a picture before picking up a small chain with clamps on the end. She thought it was a nipple clamp at first but realized he had two of them. It took her a second to realize it was a labia clip. She'd never worn one before. She had always thought it would hurt to have the lips of her pussy punched and spread apart but hurt seemed to be the name of the game with Dawson.
He attached a clamps to each of her pussy lips then secured them to her legs. Once he had her spread wide open, he began to toy with her hole. He got some lube and fingered her until she opened up. It felt so good, she jerked and let out several moans but the look on his face caught her off guard. He didn't looked like he was enjoying himself. If anything it was like he was doing some mundane task, working her up.
When her hole was properly lubed up, her went back to his bag and got a ball gag. She rolled her eyes as he put it on her, of course, him and his silence. After it was secured he went back to the bag and pulled out a funny looking dildo. It was short but had a decent girth to it. He brought it up to her and she realized he was going to insert it. She didn't mind him fingering her but was still bit sore from all the sex. She gave him a look and shook her head. He didn't seem to register it or if he did he didn't seem to car. She realized this was probably why he gagged her, so she couldn't say no.
She let out a long groan of protest but knew there was nothing she could do at this point. He put the dildo at her entrance then eased it in. At least he was being gentle... She was sure he was going to be rough with her. It was a near perfect fit by the time he got it all the way in. In fact it fit so well that when she looked down at herself she could barely see it. It was like she'd swallowed it up. He went back to his back yet again and took out some pretty black ribbon. He returned to her then began to wrap it around her securing the dildo so it couldn't pop out but still allowing him a nice view.
He gave her pussy a nice pat admiring it for a moment. Then he took several dozen pictures. She started to wonder if he was going to ever put his camera down. When he finally did, he took some little weights off one of his book shelves and attached them to her nipple rings, like earlier. He gave each of her tits a good squeeze then pulled out a blind fold from his pocket. She gave him a look as he put it over her head. She protested wondering how long she was going to have to be like this. She furrowed her brow and realized she probably should have asked that.
He gave her a big grin as if he could read her mind then slid the blindfold down over her eyes. Now she couldn't see or say anything. She heard a clicking noise and realized he was back at it with his camera, taking more pictures. He must have taken another dozen or so before things got quiet. For several minutes there was nothing, you could have literally dropped a pin in the room and heard it.
She wasn't used to things being so quiet. She didn't like it especially given her current position, she found it rather unnerving. She twisted about and could barely move an inch. She'd never been so restrained like this before. She kept struggling and could hear the swing move, and the ropes rub against one another. She wondered what he was doing then heard footsteps. A chair slid across the floor, then draws opened and closed. She titled her head, trying to focus as the sounds got quieter. She heard what sounded like a pen writing and paper folding or maybe a page turning? She couldn't be certain he was just so quiet.
She kept trying to move her body but it was no use. As she wiggled about her skin began to feel like it was burning, there was this stress and fear. What if he left her like this? How was she going to get herself out? She struggled even more but began to feel this...this arousal. She had no control, he could do anything to her and she couldn't do a thing. She let out several heated breathes feeling the dildo deep within her. She couldn't push it out and grinded against it. She kept testing her bonds, squirming against them and let out a deep moan.
"Quiet down." He hissed "I need to work. I promise I'll play with you later. For now get some rest."
She let out a groan of frustration. Rest? He wanted her to get some rest! How was she suppose to like this! If this mother fucker wanted her to get some rest he should have let her climb back into bed! She flared her nostrils and let out snort but tried to stay still, hoping she'd get "used" to this. However after a while her body began to feel sore. She tried to move herself about again but just made the swing move.
She heard him speak and realized he wasn't talking to her. She assumed he was on the phone. She paused, trying to listen in but he was speaking in another language, she didn't know. After a while she leaned back and tried to find a way to rest her head. She managed to adjust herself a little and ease some pressure off her.
She felt some slight relief and laid back. She lightly jerked her hips feeling the dildo in her once more. It was so strange but she kind of liked the feel of this. She enjoyed the fullness of the dildo and the rope made her feel like she was constantly being held. It took a bit but she started to get drowsy and before she knew it, fell asleep.
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