Bent over, ass up, Caroline gasped as fingers pushed inside her. She gripped the edges of the leather ottoman and shuddered, trying to wrap her head around what was happening. One moment she’d been standing in Ethan’s arms, his breath hot on her neck, the hint of his cock growing stronger. The next she’d been in the arms of two strangers, her mouth pressed against the blonde’s while her husband held her wrists with one hand and pulled her dress up until she was almost naked.
“Open,” was the only word she heard, and then Colt’s cock filled her mouth as she felt a tongue sliding the length of her pussy. She moaned around the cock when the tongue found her clit, and her knuckles went white as she held on, fingers and tongue causing her to rock back, the hand in her hair and the cock in her mouth pulling her forward. Back and forth, she rode the moment. Eyes closed, submitting to Colt’s cock, desperately trying to grind back on Daniella’s tongue.
The heat rose in the room, the teasing of her clit pushing her on and on toward orgasm, and just as she felt the edge, the tongue was gone, the cock popping out of her mouth, and she knelt there on the dark leather trembling. Her mouth hung open, tongue searching for the cock again, her clit throbbing. Before she could even open her eyes, she felt Daniella’s delicate fingers around her throat. “Stay open for me, Caroline. Take it like a good girl. My husband wants to ride.”
Colt’s cock slammed into Caroline, and she let out a moan. Her eyes burst open, finding the beautiful blonde in front of her, a cruel smile on her face. Her eyes flashed, and she glanced up at her husband. “Ride this whore, Colt. Break this one in.” She winked at her husband, then her eyes fixed on Caroline again. “Mouth open. Moan for me, Caroline,” she growled as Colt’s cock found its home again.
The earth shifted under Caroline, the whole room going bright as Colt’s cock hammered her from behind. Nothing in front of her, save the diamond smile of Daniella. And on the edge of her vision, like ghosts, the other guests began to crowd around. Ethan had brought her in to be his slave. His. And yet…was she his? Is this what she was now? A party favor? A toy for horny guests? Is this what he intended? She couldn’t even see him now. Was he even in the room?
Panic rose, and Caroline jerked out of Daniella’s grasp, escaping her spell for the moment. But only for a second as the blonde’s lithe fingers gripped her hair and a sharp slap ripped across Caroline’s cheek. “Focus, whore. Your master has given you to us for the night.” The blonde’s eyes flickered, a hint of fury, and then her face softened as she guided Caroline back into position. “Mine for the night, my dear. My pretty little slave.” Her voice flowed like wine, dark and heady. “Please me, Caroline. Eyes on me,” she said, caressing the burning cheek. “On me, my dear. On me.” And then her lips pressed against Caroline’s, just as a tear slid down across her hot cheeks.
Colt’s cock was thick and long, his hands gripping her hips, pushing deep inside, leaving her gasping and panting. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek, and all she could think of was Daniella’s lips. If only she could kiss her, close her eyes and let the rest of the world fade away. But she could hear the chatter, the hushed words, the wonder of the guests over the slapping of flesh, her own moaning.
“You gave yourself to him, didn’t you?” Daniella again, her face closer, leaning in. “Tell me, Caroline. Softly. Whisper it,” she said, and she leaned closer still, their cheeks almost touching.
“Yes.” Caroline moaned as Colt’s cock rocked into her with growing ferocity.
“Sold yourself to him for a debt.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“For how long? How long will he own you?” Daniella’s lips brushed her cheek, laid a kiss on her jaw.
Caroline closed her eyes, the words in her mind sending ripples through her body as her fate spilled out of her mouth. “A year. He owns me for a year.”
“And what, my pretty little whore, will you be like in a year?” She pressed her lips to Caroline’s, and the brunette returned the kiss. “What you were before is not what you will be, Caroline. What will you be in a year?”
Their eyes met, and Colt rammed his cock home, sending her over the edge into bliss. “I don’t know.”
Caroline woke on to darkness. Songbirds outside the open windows. She licked her dry lips, tasted the night’s passion and thought of Daniella’s flower. How she’d begged to lick the blonde’s pussy and make her cum. How she’d lifted her ass to Colt and gave herself to him in a way she’d never been taken. A jolt of pain, and then the rhythmic grind into bliss and orgasm. She’d cum for them as she’d made them cum, one after the other. Then Daniella again and again as Colt lay nearby in bed spent.
Carolne stretched, or tried to, the cuffs and the short chain keeping her wrists and ankles bound together. She was still on the floor, her memory of the night flooding back as Daniella had her kneel and then lay flat, her breasts pressed against the hardwood of the bedroom floor. The cuffs had gone on then. First her wrists, then her ankles. Then, a fur-lined collar snug around her throat. And finally a thin silver chain that connected them all. She slept in a tight hog-tie, each movement jerking her awake, reminding her what she was.
What she’d been last night was theirs. Their toy. Their slave. Their whore. They’d owner her as much as anything ever had, more so than even Ethan. She felt the rush between her legs, the pang of her predicament, her clit calling to her suddenly as the cool morning air filled the room. The birds warbled in the trees outside while Caroline whimpered at the foot of the bed, her clit hopelessly out of reach as the feeling of Colt’s cock and Daniella’s fingers stole across her flesh. A rush of heat. Her nipples hardening. A moan.
“Our toy is up, I see,” said a familiar voice, and Daniella padded across the floor in bare feet. Her toes were as bronzed as the rest of her, each toenail a pale pink lily. “More than up, I see. Eager.”
Caroline looked up and bit her lip. The delicate white shift that draped over Daniella’s shoulders barely reached to her legs, and her pussy was in full view, ripe and inviting.
“And hungry, I see,” said Daniella, causing Caroline to blush. Her gaze had lingered as moments from the night past clouded her mind. “I have just what you need, my love,” she said, crouching, her knees planted on either side of Caroline’s head. “Eat all you like, my pretty little whore. We’re leaving this morning. Have your fill before we go. A parting gift.”
She sank down, and Caroline’s mouth opened to meet her. A slave for a year, she thought. What will I be when the year is over?
Author’s Note: Still humming along. I had an inkling earlier this week what would happen in this scene. I didn’t foresee Ethan giving Caroline to the couple for the night. Honestly, I had a much different outcome in mind, but it just worked.
Also, I wonder sometimes if some of my stories are too similar. And I have tendencies, as I’m sure many writers do, to reuse tropes or ideas or narratives because they’re appealing. But, what separates The River from PUGH or Miss Taken or Little Black Dress? As I write these different stories, I want that to be clear for myself as a writer so I can plainly see that I’m not writing the same story over and over.
All that is beside the point for you, the reader — I think. I have a lot of stories to tell, and I hope they are varied and rich and leave you wondering sometimes where they’re going. I’m reminded of Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty series. How did Anne shift the dynamic and change the story as the trilogy progressed? Through setting changes and new obstacles for Beauty. And so, in this three-act story, I’ve already started building in those setting changes, the characters that will be added to the mix, as well as the new obstacles for Caroline.
In Act 1, Caroline learns to accept her new life. In Act 2, we see Caroline get more freedom — the wedding shop was promised to her, but this creates more challenges for her, especially because her daughter wants to be more involved in her life. In Act 3, all of it comes to a head, and some things that have been hinted at become clear, leading Caroline down a path that at first I didn’t plan for. But now, I love the ending I have in mind. And that’s the fun of writing a story — finding out what happens. It isn’t just reader who gets to go on that journey.
When I got to the part where they had her hogtied I had to stop and masturbate 💦💦😍