Page 24 of Free Fall

“Do you remember the safe word we picked?” I asked in a whisper against her ear. She tried to nod, but I was holding her too tight. “Say it.”

“Ch-cherry,” she whimpered.

“Good girl.”

Using her hair to guide her, I led her across the small room and pushed her onto the bed, on all fours, and shoved her face into the mattress.

“What’s in this bag, little whore?” I asked, kicking at a fabric bag with a very distinctive name printed on the side. “I recognize the name of the shop, so don’t lie to me.”

Muffled into the sheets, she said, “I don’t know. C-Cole bought it for me.”

I let go of her hair, leaving her splayed out on the bed as I reached for the bag. Scowling, I unzipped it and looked at what my asshole of a son had planned. He didn’t intend on going through with it, actually fucking her, but he wanted me to think they had.

He would be happy walking around with that lie on his shoulders if it pissed me off.

One by one, I placed his purchases beside Zelda’s body. A butt plug, a dildo, some handcuffs, lube and a clit sucking rose. Nothing too crazy, too outlandish, after all. All things I’m sure Zelda had tucked away in her drawers at home.

I was almost disappointed in my son. But nevertheless…

All of them. I was going to use all of them. At once. The need to claim her again pounded into me, to remove any inkling of my son using these to bring her pleasure. Only I could. No shaggy surfers, no twin with an attitude problem. Only me.

Just needed something for her nipples to really finish the job and make her lose her mind.

“What are you doing?” she asked, remaining still for me, her legs spread with an arched back, flashing me her clit piercing. I couldn’t resist giving it a small tug, just enough to make her yelp and jolt. I grinned to myself in satisfaction.

The sound she made had my balls drawing up, a droplet of pre-cum leaking from my tip. I scooped it up and rubbed it into her asshole, slicking the sensitive flesh before bending down and licking it back up. My salty flavor mixed with her made me groan, the way her thighs trembled and her mouth whimpered unleashed something animalistic in me. God, she would do anything with me. She fought, but it took no time at all to have her sinking into this space.

“Tell me what you are,” I demanded, standing up and brushing my palms around her ass, her hips, her thighs.

She shook her head, shifted on her elbows and knees, let her hair fall down to cover her face.

I spanked her pussy, right between her thighs, hard. Her legs buckled and I immediately wrapped my arm underneath her to hoist her back up, leaning over her, crowding her naked body with mine so my cock rested against her ass crack. Our skin stuck together, sweat and heat.

“What are you?” I snarled into her ear. “Cherry or tell me.”

She sucked in a shuddering breath. I saw the battle in her. Even in the dark, it was visible, almost glowing from within her. Long moments passed where I ground myself against her, taking from her body as she let the end of her dignity ebb away.

“Your puppet,” she said at last. “I’m your puppet. You’re my master.”

I smiled against her neck. “Good girl.” It was everything I didn’t know I wanted to hear from her until recently.

“Turn over,” I told her, standing up and grazing my eyes over the toy assortment again. She rolled, landing on her back with a quiet grunt. “Don’t move.”

She didn’t, not a muscle. She’d sunken into that same place as before, where there was no fight, where she gave herself over to it all. It was a beautiful thing to witness. With my cock rock hard and bouncing every step, I scooped up her lingerie and her dress, throwing them on the bed too. The curiosity in her eyes was only faint, she trusted me to guide her through, to not have to think beyond my commands.

Without a word to her, I positioned her legs how I wanted them, bending each at the knee until her feet were tucked under her ass. I wrapped the lingerie piece around one of her thighs and shin, pulling it taut and knotting it to keep her still. Tied up. It wasn’t perfect, but it was effective. I repeated the motions with her dress, rolling it into a thin sausage before looping it over her other leg. The fabric stretched almost to breaking as I pulled it tight, digging it into her flesh. The way her thighs spilled over the bindings was beautiful.

Once I finished, she laid splayed open for me, her pussy on display, her thighs wide, her legs immoveable. It was obscene. If there was no fear of being caught with them, I’d have taken pictures.

“Gorgeous,” I murmured as I grasped her hands and trapped them in the new cuffs, positioning her arms over her head. She watched me the entire time with hooded eyes. I could see from the way her pussy glistened she was enjoying herself. No cherry, either. I was winning out on whatever battle was warring.

“You’re the devil,” she muttered out of the blue, not more than a whisper.

I fisted my cock, pumping a few times as I pulled her to the bottom of the bed, the sheets bunching around her body. “It’s a shame you’re not a horse girl. I want to whip you with a riding crop for that comment.”

She scrunched her eyes up and gulped. Ah, a plan for later, perhaps. Maybe not so surprising considering how at home she looked in the kitten get up.

But I wanted to ruin her now, wanted her destroyed and walking around thinking just of me. Filled with my cum, carrying that little piece of me with her until I could fill her up again. I took a deep breath to calm down before picking up the butt plug. It wasn’t enormous, small enough that I could push it into her without prep. Itwasthe prep. I lubed it up and toyed with her asshole for a moment, massaging the pucker with my slippery fingers, savoring the way she was trying — and failing — to move against it.

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