Anything for Him: Dominated (#1) Read Free

soft about his tone and
she felt a swirl of emotion rising in her. She could feel shame and fear but
more than that, riding through that, was that heavy wetness in her pussy and
belly. She thought of trying to do some little striptease, of trying to be sexy
but instead she simply slid them off. She held the scrap of lace and silk in
her hand for a moment, weighing it. It felt flimsy and frail and she closed her
eyes as she let the panties drop to the ground.
    The curves and angles of her body stood
out in sharp relief once the ugly clothes were gone. The sun, striking through
the windows, made her skin appear translucent. Gold streaks shot through her
hair and he grabbed a handful of it, yanking it down from its knot, allowing it
to spill over her shoulders.
    He kissed her again and Meghan felt his
knee coming up between her thighs, the hard muscle abrading and pleasuring her
all at the same time. She whimpered as her feet slid across the floor, Danny
was moving her toward the chair with inexorable force.
    Her ass hit the wooden seat and she screeched
but the sound cut off when he grabbed her wrist, the one that had the bruise,
and yanked a heavy manacle from below the chair. The long length of chain
rattled and the metal of the cuff sent a cool finger of dread into her.
    “How did you get this bruise?”
    “I …my landlord wanted my rent money…I
tried to walk away but he grabbed me.” The admission was painful. Worse it made
her feel incredibly naked, naked in a way she had not felt even when the
panties had come off. Her eyes went back to the shoes and the sheer stockings
she wore, his followed. His fingers pried the shoes off and she winced in
embarrassment as the toilet paper she had stuffed into the toes popped out and
uncrinkled along the floor like some fanciful caterpillar.
    Danny knew exactly what the paper had
been used to do; he had worn many a hand-me-down pair of shoes. “Your parents
turned their back on you.”
    It was not a question. “They disowned
me.”
    That told him everything else he wanted
to know about Meghan. He moved closer and the cuff snapped shut on her right
wrist with a final sounding click. She was not sure what to think of it, she
tugged at it experimentally and it did not yield. Her left wrist was similarly
cuffed then her legs were forced open. Her ankles were locked into place, the chains
giving that same hollow musical jingle as she was bound.
    The shame came back. She could feel every
inch of her own body, could feel her vulnerability and the sense of being
exposed and helpless made tears come to her eyes.
    “You are going to serve me,” Danny
reiterated. “You are going to always be ready for my cock, for my mouth or my
hands or whatever else I choose to give you. And in return I am going to give
you what you always needed.”
    “What is that?” Meghan whispered through
her tears.
    “All the attention you never had.”
    Before she could reply his hands were on
her body. His nails scratched her skin lightly, raising red trails and goose
bumps. Her nipples grew hard again and he flicked them with his fingers before
he used his teeth to nip at them, gently at first and then harder. Pain and
pleasure collided and she squirmed against the seat, her own juices making the
surface slick beneath her ass cheeks.
    “You are being a very good girl,” Danny
growled into her ear, “you keep on being a good girl and you will get rewarded,
do you understand?’
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Fingers slid into her wet pussy, they
probed delicately at first then thrust harder. Her hips bucked helplessly
against them, the friction growing with each plunge. “Who told you to move?” Danny
asked and the fingers withdrew. Instantly she felt bereft, her walls ached and
her belly quivered as she stared up at him as he said, “Ask me to forgive you.”
    Forgive her for what? She was not sure
and her pride rose up, making her feel defensive and angry. She wanted to tell
him to leave her alone, to