Regret, anger at myself, guilt, and a big cocktail of other emotions rise to the surface with a rapid surge. I don’t want to face it. So I turn it into power. Cold, ruthless power.
I buckle the strap behind her head, then grab a fistful of her hair and lean into her face. “Dirty. Little. Girl,” I taunt, then spit. Right between her eyes.
She starts weeping, and my cock grows achingly hard inside my pants. Because it was already getting there, just by watching her. It angers me, and I make quick work to put a collar on her neck, pull ropes through the wrist cuff rings, and fasten them to the piano legs on the other side of the instrument.
“You’reaskingme to break you,” I taunt.
She weeps harder, but she sticks her hips out when I push a hand between her legs to feel her pussy.
“You have so little self-worth that you willingly came here to be my slut.”
A desperate sob tears through her at those last words, and I think I’ve crossed a line. I’m not eager to fix it with soft words, so instead, I shift direction, remembering what Dad said about her abandonment issues—what he said that night when I put a collar on her throat.Make herfeelthat she’s owned.Jenna doesn’t need her self-worth. What she needs is to belong. To beowned.And that’s something I can give her without crossing my own boundaries.
“It doesn’t matter how you see yourself,” I say to get her back on track, pliable and accepting. “All that matters is what I see. What I put inside you. You’remine, Jenna. Through and through. Iownyou. Your body, your mind, and the very air you breathe. That’s all you are. That’s all that matters.”
Jenna’s sobs calm to the steady flow from before, and her back goes slack, little by little, making her butt jut out. But she’snot the only one affected by my words. My cock is aching. I almost can’t stand it. Iwantto own her. Every little piece of her. And I’m starting by claiming her virgin ass.
I don’t care to draw out?I’ve had enough fucking waiting since she came here?so I grab the lube and squeeze a generous amount between her ass cheeks.
“Mine,” I growl, slipping my cock into the moisture and positioning it at her opening. “It’s all you are.” I fist her hair, making her whimper around the gag, and then I start pushing. “My toy. My ass slut.Mine.” She melts with each word of possession, her muscles loosening, inviting me in.
Groaning, I stretch her tight little hole. I knew it would feel good, but nothing could have prepared me for the mind-numbing pleasure that consumes me as I push inside her for the very first time. I’ve been dreaming about this for years in the hidden recesses of my mind, and it’s everything and more than I could have imagined.Fuck, it scares me.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” I groan as I sink in to the hilt.
It’s only then that I notice she has stopped crying. She has gone completely slack. It’s like she’s dead. Or heavily sedated. I lean to the side to see her face. “Jenna, are you okay?”
Her eyes are heavy, but there’s still life in them. She blinks a few times, then gives the tiniest nod. I just stare at her, marveling. Sheisdrugged. But not on anything she has consumed. She’s high on her own chemicals. On my power.
Shit.I think I’m going to come like a fucking teenager. I almost can’t take it. I want to prolong it, but my cock is so damn hard. Jenna feels it too. She lets out a tiny whimper when I start moving again. She’s so damn tight, and I’m so hard. I almost don’t fit.
She starts panting, her fingers making the tiniest clawing motions against the piano surface. She’s so far gone, yet so verypresent. I think the sensation is as intense for her as it is for me. I want to stay here for hours, but when her inner muscles contract around my cock, I damn near lose control.
Hissing through gritted teeth, I force myself to pause again. I lean over her, resting my forehead against the top of her spine, breathing hard as I force back the need to come. Just a little longer. Slipping my hand into her soft tresses, I pet her scalp, and her breathing deepens. It’s like she’s purring like a little kitten.Mylittle kitten.
The thought drives me wild, sending a possessive surge through me. “Argh,” I grunt, straightening and gripping her hips hard. Digging my nails in, I fuck her in earnest. Hard thrusts make her cry out. I’m relieved the sounds aren’t agonized because I couldn’t stop even if I tried. And her stuttered moans of dazed pleasure only drive me wilder. I’m about to reach beneath her and find her clit, wanting her to come with me, but then my balls draw up. A tightening sensation coils inside me. I can’t hold back. I just can’t.
With a roar, I spill my cum inside her, claiming her tight opening for the first time—claiming her whole fucking body.
“Mine,” I rasp as the pleasure keeps rushing, making me stutter.
I grip her hair tight. “Mine. Do you understand? My fuck toy. My slut. My Jenna. Mine.”
Whimpering, she nods.
“Mine.” Breathing hard, I stay lodged inside her until my cock softens. But it won’t go all the way down. It’s still semi-hard when I pull out, and the urge to slam straight back in is almost unbearable. But I’m afraid of what I’ll say if I do. Thoughts that have no business being in my mind are threatening to spill through my mouth. Things I’ve always felt for Jenna even though I didn’t want to. Emotions that I’m never giving toanyone.
So I shut myself off and make quick work of freeing her.
Once I have her standing before me, all dazed, barely able to balance on her own two legs, I get an idea. Just because I can’t use her anymore doesn’t mean that this delicious daze I’ve sent her into should go to waste.
Placing her hand on the piano, I offer her some support to make sure she doesn’t fall. “Stay,” I tell her and hurry out of the room. It only takes me a minute to find the face harness and attachment I’m looking for in my playroom. I have organized everything well so I won’t have to waste time searching for things.
“One last thing before I send you downstairs,” I tell Jenna when I return, stepping in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she asks in a worried tone when I pull the net of straps over her head. Her trepidation grows as I fasten the straps, locking her head in tight. But that’s nothing compared to the way she reacts when I add the attachment. She goes absolutely frantic, trying to pull away and shove at me. Her movements are staggered and weak, and I have to grip her by the elbows to prevent her from falling.
“Stand still,” I demand.
