Into His Keeping (32 page)

Standing behind her, he reached around her to fill both palms with her heavy breasts. Squeezing them roughly, he lifted their weight for a few seconds then went for her nipples. Hard fingers grasped tender points and pull them away from her body. Twisting as he stretched them. Not giving her too much but enough to send flaming arrows of sensation shooting straight into her contracting pussy. Pain and pleasure. He was the master mixer. His own special brew that he’d taught her body so long ago.

Jill moaned and her upper body bent into his sharp tugging, pushing her bottom back into his crotch. His long, damp cock slid between her ass cheeks easily. Holdin chuckled and pushed forward with his hips in a crude thrust.

“Exactly what I had in mind, my little whore,” he growled behind her, and released one breast. His hand went to a dial-lock device above a jewelry drawer. There were three just below center of the column of drawers. “I’d teach you how to open all of these but my whore only has to know this one,” he stated harshly.

Bent as she was, when he pulled the drawer open, her nose was directly above the contents. Lined up were dildos, ass plugs, several types of lubricant, a neat row of nipple clamps and there was more. Several things Jill had never seen before and some she had, like the soft leather restraints. All of them neatly arranged in the velvet-lined interior, an almost artfully decadent display. Jill gasped in shocked surprise.

“Don’t sound so shocked. Didn’t you just accuse me of keeping whores? What self-respecting degenerate wouldn’t have these on hand? Pick up a lubricant and the medium dildo. Today it’s going to be your ass plunger. My whore is excited about that, right?” he chuckled darkly.

Jill’s hand shook as she reached for the dildo and lubricant. It wasn’t fear. It was shock at how much she wanted him to take her like this. Just like this. His harsh demands drove the dark pleasure higher. His complete command of her body freed her to be his whore. Oh she loved being Holdin’s whore. He took her to this hazy paradise where her body was his instrument and he was playing it like the master conductor he was. Excitement, pain and incomprehensible pleasure, all were his to measure out. He did it in generous excess.

Even as he handled her harshly, bringing them both to the razor edge where pleasure became pain and pain became an obsession, Jill trusted him. Trusted him to walk that edge, let her walk it with him and never allow either of them to fall into the abyss. That sinister place where obsession became deadly, consuming its worshippers as they knelt in surrender. No. He had the power to take her there and he was showing her that, but he would never leave her there.

“I see you’re tired,” Holdin observed the tremor in her hands and released her breast. His tone held the bitter sting of mockery. Sharper than any lash he could have used, the words bit into her. “Time for my pretty whore to learn why the lovely old lounge chair started its life in a brothel.”

His arm around her waist and a fist in her hair to pull her upright again, Holdin turned Jill to face the old-fashioned ladies’ chair. It was exquisite. Its short back was a gentle roll of cushioned damask. The arms were also padded and only long enough for a lady from the early West to rest her elbows on it as she swung her legs and long dress up on the undulating cushions. It appeared a genteel piece of furniture from a bygone era.

Jill sucked in a sharp breath at his statement and Holdin continued. “See all that sashing and fringe skirting the thing? They hide so many handy items for holding the whore in position. Ass up has always been a favorite. Come on. Let’s see how it works.”

Jill hadn’t thought he could drive her deeper into the whirling pleasure-pain of this aggressive control. She’d been wrong. The prospect of being bound for his use, openly displayed in every way caught at her like a sharp spinning star of excitement and embarrassment. Her entire body started trembling in anticipation and she had to bite her lip to remain silent.

Holdin stood her behind the chair and sharply pressed her head over the low back and down toward the seat. “Drop your toys and grab the arms.” The command was harshly clipped and Jill obeyed immediately.

Her wrists were quickly secured with soft leather straps that came up from beneath the wide padded arms. She was bent over the back of the chair and restrained in two seconds, Jill thought he was done. Not so. He swiftly pulled two straps up from beneath the chair and snapped them around her ankles. The leather straps forced her stance to match the width of the broad sofa chair. Bent and spread, she couldn’t move. Her weight was mostly supported by the deep cushioning of the rounded chair back. She wasn’t uncomfortable physically but she was totally, helplessly exposed. Immobilized as she’d never been before.

Holdin stepped back to look at the results of imprisoning her. “I can see why every room needed one of these,” he growled to cover the almost knee-buckling realization about how they’d gotten to this harshly erotic place where her body gushed in excitement as he forcefully demanded her submission. They were in this place together and there could only be one of two possible explanations for it.

Looking at Jill submitting to this dark passion was almost drugging as he pushed her hard. The woman who wanted to run from him could not have come down this path with him. That frightened, distrustful female should have whirled on him like a wildcat when he ripped her bra out from under her arms. When he’d started taking, not asking.

There were only two reasons strong enough to hold her in this room. One was love and the other was hate. She either loved him enough to trust him, even now. Or she hated him so much she was letting him dig his own grave. Her submission was pushing him as hard as he was pushing her. Maybe harder. Either way they were both in too deep to stop now. His fate was sealed. He would not turn back and they would never be the same from here on out.

Grimly, Holdin walked around the chair to the drawer for the other item he needed.

Jill heard a rip and then he picked up the dildo from under her nose. Craning her head up, she watched him pull a condom over it. Then he grabbed the tube of lubricant.

Behind her again, he didn’t bother talking as he laid the dildo on the top of her ass and a hand roughly pulled one of her ass cheeks farther to the side. Suddenly the cold nozzle of the lubricant was jammed against her opening, the small protrusion of its head inserted into her body. He squeezed the chilly grease directly into her opening. Jill gasped and would have strained away if it were possible. It wasn’t.

He grunted at her flinch. Removing the lubricant from her ass opening, he picked up the dildo to apply some to it. He slathered her impaler as he enjoyed the view she presented.

“Look at my little whore. Dripping down your leg in excitement already and you’re only thinking about this stick up your ass. Damn, I like that in a slut. Right now I’m going to enjoy watching this go in while that juicy pussy weeps for attention.”

The hard head of the dildo teased her opening in small circles. “Push back and open for it. You know how, Jill.” He held the dildo with light pressure at the tight flower of her back entrance, waiting for her to accept it physically. “If you can’t manage to do as told, I’ll be happy to encourage you by turning this bottom red. Very pretty to watch a bright red ass accept its fucking,” he warned darkly.

Making her physically accept her ass-fucking this way drove Jill deeper into the amazing place Holdin took her. He dragged her darkest desires up and let her enjoy them by commanding her to be exactly what she was. He knew she loved this feeling and knew she felt shame over that. As if it were wrong. Holdin commanding her to participate and bare her desires to his will freed her from the shame and bound her to him on an elemental level. She needed this from him. He never let her down.

Jill’s opening relaxed as she pushed back. The head of the dildo slipped inside her and a new level of submission, pleasure and pain rocketed through her. He held it there while she breathed through the initial shock of it forcing her open around it. Then slowly he pressed in, twisting the long tool as it entered her to spread the lubricant he’d injected in her. In unrelenting demand, the plastic phallus drove into her. It stretched her open with a very clear disregard for her comfort, though it never crossed the line into pure pain. As always, Holdin’s hand knew exactly where that line was.

Finally seated deep in her bowels, only the very end protruding from her ass, Holdin chuckled again. “Now I’m gonna show you how fun you can be, Jill. If you come without permission, I will stop and spank your pussy. Not your ass. Your pussy. So be a good girl and take it as long as you’re told to.”

The dildo in her ass started vibrating as Holdin repositioned his cock while crudely holding her labia open so he could shove into her contracting vagina. “Nice,” he purred as this time he slowly thrust in and pulled out.

“Vibrating cunt. Very nice. God, you amaze me. Look at your needy ass turned up and stuffed. And you’re so wet waiting for your cunt-fuck that you’re about to make a puddle on the carpet. Damn, Jill. You do make a fine whore.”

The slow friction of his use drove Jill insane as he wallowed in his enjoyment of her tight channel, made even tighter by the thick vibrator filling her rectum. His large cock forced its way in and out of her with relentless demand. Each thrust grated along her pleasure centers with no relief. He was in no hurry.

His previous entries had been rough and fast. Hard banging that brought her to the edge sharply but never let her over it. This slow fuck with the vibrator stimulating both of them was insanity and torture. Pain and pleasure. It was unlike anything Jill had ever experienced in the past.

With each hard intrusion, she plunged deeper into the dangerous world of dark addictions and even darker needs. He took her there with the skill of master. One who knew the way and enjoyed the journey. Her soul trembled and wrapped around the anchor of his strength, clinging to him as if she looked over the sharp rocks of a cliff face. He would hold her above them or she would be lost. There were no other options for her now.

Her entire body shuddered as she battled the rising orgasm with muffled grunts to each thrust in and out of her body. Holdin leaned down over her back so his mouth was close to her ear. “You’re close, aren’t you? Little whore loves her ass full as a cock fucks this pussy. This time you’re going to wait for it like a good slut. I’m going to come in this pretty pussy then in that needy ass. You will not come until I’m ready to use your mouth again. Do you understand? You will not release until you’re swallowing semen.”

Jill moaned in protest as his teeth closed over her shoulder but she nodded. Holdin’s hips picked up speed as he plunged into her. His excitement radiated off him in waves of almost visible sparks. He held her beneath him in what could have been a brutal control. His mouth clamped over her shoulder was a primal declaration of dominance that shot through her. His hands reached around to crush her breasts while he fucked her with increasingly powerful strokes.

The savage energy beneath his skin built with a fury of intensity. She’d known this storm of need and hunger raged in him but he’d barely let her glimpse it before. His iron control always held it at a distance from her as if he were afraid it would hurt her. Not this time. In this moment he was hers as he’d never been before. All of him. He’d given up his control to her as surely as she’d submitted to his will. Jill’s heart felt as if it would burst as her body reveled in the greed of her man. He needed her as desperately as she needed him. She’d never known that before.

His teeth released her shoulder as he slammed into her. She could feel his cock swell and his body tighten and then his head went back. A harsh shove buried him deep in her body with fierce power and he roared his release. His hands on her breasts clenched in spasms of pleasure he was unable to control. That sharp pain distracted her enough to keep her from helplessly following him over the edge into ecstasy.

Hot jets of possession painted the walls of her womb as the man marked his woman. Jill was so sensitive as to be aware of every spurt. He’d never taken her to this edge of excitement and not let her over before. For a few dizzying seconds she was afraid feeling his seed deep in her body would be enough to make her lose control.

Holdin lay over her panting for only a few seconds. He released her breasts and flipped open the snaps on the leather cuffs around her wrists as he peeled himself off her back.

“Don’t move,” he growled in guttural command as he pulled out of her and stepped away from her body. His hands were at her ankles, releasing those straps as well. Jill stood perfectly still and waited for his instructions.

Her body blazed on a shuddering high of erotic sensation and there was nothing she needed more than his next command. Tears dripped off her cheeks as even the slight breeze of the air around her as he moved stimulated her sensitive pussy lips.

Behind her out of her sight, Holdin stumbled back against the wall and stared in awe at her bent form. He’d dreamed of fucking Jill in every way imaginable but nothing prepared him for the reality of losing his mind in her body. Their play had always been harshly controlled on his part. He’d never allowed himself the freedom of fucking her as he wanted to.