His ‘Little’ Obsession Part 2

**Chapter 2- Backstories**

“I like my women all of two ways, in ways which I can fuck them for a long time, or in ways which I can fuck and chuck. You, my sweet, can be the lucky few who I get to fuck for a long time. Though, I do have to apologise, most of the women I keep for a long time are experienced in this kind of thing, whereas you are not. And, I’ll admit, I have forced you into this. But, you said yourself you want this, and I know you have wanted this for a long time. I’ll also admit I’ve wanted you for a long time Leila, my darling.” He says, stopping slightly in his past time story before continuing, “I always said if I had a child, I hope that it would be a boy, just so I wouldn’t be tempted. But, then I’d never met the right person to have a child with. However, when my best friend from the age of 3 came up to me and said he was having a child, I knew you would be mine, and I prayed to whatever God was up there that you would be a boy.” He stops again, chuckling to himself, “I guess they didn’t listen.”

He slowly walked to other side of the room, my now sensitive ears listening to his every movement.

“What I’m about to tell you might make you think I’m a sicko, and I probably am. I had no excuse to do what I did.” He stops again, slowly breathing in and out, and I could tell that what he was about to tell me was turning him on to the core.

“You was young, and I don’t know how you don’t remember this. Your dad asked me if I could babysit you, and of course I agreed. Well, that night you’d asked if we could watch the notebook. Ironic, I know, I think that’s why I got so turned on the other week because of the memory that film holds. Well, the sex scene obviously came, and you started to ask so many questions about sex and what it was, what it felt like, why people did it, if I’d done it…” He stops again, breathing heavily, “I guess I got carried away, and said I could show you what it felt like. You was wearing this cute little nighty,

similar to the one you were just wearing, and I slid my hand down your little body, into your panties, and gently rubbed your clit until you convulsed on my finger. You made so many sounds, so many expressions. It made me angry with myself that I just did something like that to you, but I was so turned on I didn’t care. I guess that anger turned into some kind of possessive violence, the kind I’m feeling towards you now.”

Mark started pacing around the room now, slowly trying to recall that past night into perfect detail. I kept hearing him making little scoffs and laughs, as if he was so shocked he’d dove deep down into what was happening right at this very moment.

“I… Well, I put my hand over your mouth to cover your noises and I lifted your nighty, biting your nipples so much harder than I had when we was downstairs.”

This revealing of his memories, this openness of his deepest thoughts and feelings was making me wet with need. This large, beautiful male that had only moments ago taken my virginity and fucked me so thoroughly, was telling me that he molested me when I was young, and wanted to do it again so much harder, and I have never been so turned on as I was now then I ever had been before.

“I’ve been obsessed since,” He continued, “I tried to get other girls, young ones, and fuck them the same way I wanted to with you. Sometimes I asked them to come dressed up in little nighties and plait their hair just so I could try to replicate that thing that happened between us that night. Then my obsession got worse, the more I tried to forget about my sexual attraction, the more violent and possessive it got, to the point where I got into serious BDSM and would go into sex dungeons with women so I could do to them everything I wanted to do to you. So I could try and get some frustration out. But it never worked. And somehow, after being sedated for a few hours, you’d come back into my thoughts and wake me up in the middle of the night with a raging hard on. The thought of your little body being around my cock was enough for me to shoot my load everywhere. That’s why I had to stop down there, because just in case there is an odd chance you tell your father about all this, I won’t be able to do it again. I want to make it last.”

I could hear Mark take another stride and another deep breath before he stopped what seemed like the front of the bed, looking down at me.

“So everything I’ve described to you, Leila, I’m going to do. Whether you like it or not, you’re going to endure my years of your cock teasing in this one day, because we have hours and hours before your mommy and daddy get back to really get to know each other.”

There is a slight movement, before I feel the bed move with his crawling towards me. A moment later I feel a quite round bulb slide into my pussy.

“Now whilst I go and get ready, I’ll tease you with this, slut.” He growls, then I feel a slow buzz from deep within me, and I feel him get off the bed and walk out of the room.

I’ve never known such helplessness and vulnerability as I am experiencing at this moment. Laying there, naked, with the only material on your body being a strip of velvet ribbon over your eyes to cover you, I feel utterly exposed. Like one hundred eyes could be watching me and I wouldn’t even know it. The deep, steady buzzing inside me is agitating. It keeps me close to the edge but never fulfils that last bit of intensity I need to convulse.

And Mark…

Shit. I have no idea what he has planned. He said he wanted to do to me what he described, and something about BDSM? Though I have no idea what he is talking about, I can only imagine it’s something like the brutality he showed me downstairs. And though the thought terrifies me, it also makes something warm inside me pulsate with need at the thought of being dominated by this man.

The vibrations coming from the thing inside me start growing slightly stronger, making me moan and writhe on the bed, my body aching for the need of extra stimulation.

I didn’t even hear Mark come back from downstairs until I hear the large duffel bag being dumped on the floor and the zip being opened.

“I think I’m going to decorate you first, before we get started.” He says, coming up to me and whispering in my ear, “Can I trust you to be a good girl and not run away or defy me if I untie you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I say with a moan, the vibrations still riding through me.

Mark makes quick work of untying my bonds to the bed, and pulls me off using my arms. He stands me up straight next to him, and then unties my blindfold. And the most beautiful sight is unfolded in front of me.

Though Mark doesn’t have his cock out anymore and his ripped jeans are still on, his turtle neck that he was wearing moments ago had been disposed of and his full sculptured body was showing proudly. My mouth melted slightly at the look of him, and I even had the slight temptation to lick him, to see what he would taste like.

“I’m going to make you look pretty for me Leila. Now, turn around for me.” He says bossily.

I face the other way, while I feel him plait my hair securely, and tie the end with a little black ribbon. I laugh slightly at the gesture.

“What are you laughing at.” He says, smirking at me.

“Well, it’s just, moments ago you fucked my brains out and now you’re plaiting my hair.” I laugh out.

Then there is a silence, and Mark is looking at me with a stern expression.

Shit, I’d forgotten to say sir!

“I’m-”

“Shhh.” Mark says gently, and slowly goes to sit on the bed, “Come here.”

I follow to where he is on the bed, and he grabs my hand and pulls me down so that my chest is across his knee.

“You just made two mistakes there, my sweet,” Mark says, whilst rubbing my ass, “Number one, you forgot to call me sir. And number two, you let a dirty disgusting word out of that pretty little mouth of yours.”

There is a moment of silence before he slaps my ass, and a little moan escapes my mouth.

“I’m going to give you ten strikes and you’re going to count with me, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” I whisper.

Then, so quickly, a slap falls on my ass with a gentle rub afterwards.

“One.

Then another, on the other cheek, with a gentle rub.

“Two.”

Then another and another and another, all making the vibrations on the plastic bulb inside me intensify, bringing me closer to the edge I had been so desperately desiring.

Then, his final blow to my ass lit the fire to my imploding orgasm.

“10!” I screamed, as I convulsed on my daddy’s best friend.

“Did you just cum without my permission, slut?” Mark growled slightly.

“S-sir I’m sorry!” I cried, no longer wanting to receive anymore punishment, only wanting to receive copious amounts of pleasure just like I had experienced seconds ago.

In a flash of a second I was flipped onto my back, rope being tied so quickly my eyes couldn’t catch up with it. Some rope had been tied to my legs, both which were then tied to my arms so that my legs would be kept wide open. My arms were then tied to a hood on the ceiling, which was originally meant for the bed drapes I used to have as a child.

“So you want to cum then, slut, do you?” He says, yanking his jeans of his body to reveal his enormous dark manhood in all its glory and then adds, “Oh I’ll make you cum, slut. I’ll make you cum till you scream for me to stop.”

He quickly takes the little vibrating bulb out of my pussy and slams is dark thick cock into me. I scream at the beautiful intrusion. He moves so fast in and out of me I can hardly tell right from wrong. His large manhood moves so fast that the pressure of an impending orgasm builds up deep inside me.

Suddenly, he stops pumping, and moves down so that his mouth is in line with my glistening pussy. He laps at my clitoris, continuously flicking his tongue up and down, and he gradually gets lower until he finds my entrance, to which he sticks his tongue right in.

My body lurches in response to the sensation. The tickling but strong pressure his tongue creates. Then, as soon as his tongue entered, it left, leaving an unwanted emptiness inside of me and I groan in frustration at his obvious teasing.

Suddenly, the restraints on me are pulled, so that my legs are further up and my ass is in the air. Then, I feel Marks tongue travel lower, and lower until it reaches my little bud between my cheeks.

“No, Sir, please not this. I’m begging, it will hurt!” I say, quietly, my eyes full of tears.

“Shhh, my little slut. You will enjoy it soon.” He says, as if the decision has been made for me and there is nothing I can do about it. And for some reason, that thought makes my pussy gush.

I feel his tongue gently lick my ass, each stroke sending little waves of fear and pleasure down my spine. Then, ever so carefully, he prods his tongue into my entrance, and I have never felt so full. He takes his tongue out, and opens my ass slightly, gets a bottle of some kind and pours a sweet smelling liquid into my ass. Then, he gets the vibrating bulb from earlier and covers it in the contents from that bottle.

I feel the bulb prodding against my entrance, and brace myself for the wrongness of it. Its small point gets wider and wider as he pushes it in, causing a awful ripping sensation coming from my ass. However, there is a little pop, then the whole bulb is in. And though the pain had stopped to some degree, it still felt wrong and full inside me.

Then the vibrations started, and a large pressure like I had never known before started to grow inside me.

Mark stopped pulling on the rope and released it slightly so that I was back to my original position then dove his dark thick meat right back into me, causing such fullness that I have never experienced in my life; his cock continuously rubbing on the walls of my vagina making the vibrating bulb move up and down my ass hole with him.

As if that were not enough, he had another contraption in his hand, which was long in length and had quite a large sphere at the top of it. He turned on the switch and a small humming noise came from the object, which he lowered to my clitoris and only then did I realise what it was used for. The strong vibrations caused a flood from my pussy to cream out all over the bed.

And then I could feel everything; the tightness of the ropes on my wrists and ankles, the pounding of his cock deep inside me, the fullness of the vibrating bulb, the vibrator violently buzzing at my clitoris. I felt it all build up around me, felt it all want to explode out of me.

“PLEASE, SIR! MAY I CUM!” I screamed.

“Yes! Cum for me baby, and don’t stop until I tell you to!” He growls in response going faster and harder with his cock.

There is a moment when you’re on the edge. Where everything is silent for the slightest moment. It’s as if there is a white light around you and for a short moment in your life, you experience the greatest tranquillity you could ever imagine. Then it all comes crashing down into one big explosion, as if everything inside you has been set alight and your skin is too sensitive to touch. That’s what it feels like to cum.

“Thank you, thank you sir!” I scream, expecting him to slow down and stop. But he doesn’t.

He keeps the vibrator on my pussy, making me twitch and convulse everywhere and he keeps the vibrator in my ass going even stronger.

The only thing he pulls out is his cock, which he replaces with a finger.

Then two.

Then three.

Then four.

At this moment I’m screaming. Screaming because I’m still coming down from my orgasm and everything is so sensitive.

I feel Marks thumb twist in with the other fingers, and he works his whole hand into me, which he immediately moves inside me with brutality. And I feel it again, another explosion work inside me needing to burst out.

“I’m going to cum sir!” I scream again.

And just as I do, he pulls his hand out of me, and a large string of cum flies out of my pussy.

I scream at his torments, until everything stops and nothing is either in me or vibrating.

Mark quickly unties all the ropes from my body and pulls me into a big hug, whispering in my ear that I’m such a good girl and he’s never met anyone as good as me. But, he says something so quietly, I could’ve missed it had I not been paying attention to every word he uttered to me.

“I love you.” He whispered, and he must not have noticed that I heard his confession.

I look up at him with tears in my eyes and throw my arms around him, hugging his body so close to mine, and I realise that I’m straddling him.

Suddenly, my tormentor is in me again, and instead of pounding into me we are moving together. His beautiful manhood sliding in and out of me with love. We pant and sweat on each others bodies, and though our pace increases it never grows brutal. As we get faster and faster our moans and groans intermingle with each other until we are one body, one mind- working towards that final goal of solution, to send each other to the edge in a beautiful climactic finale. And we do. We climax around each other, our lips and breath connected all the way. We both feel the peaceful serenity that comes with the feeling of resolution. And as he groans in my lips and I moan into his, we both feel each others fluids leaking out of me.

And only just then do I realise he came inside of me.

“Shit!” I say, trying to pry myself off of him.

“Language!” He growls, then continues, “What’s wrong, Leila?”

“You… You came inside of me!” I cry.

“And?” Mark looks at me blatantly as if confused.

“Mark.. I mean Sir, I’m in the fertile window point of my cycle! I’m probably most fertile at the moment and you just came in me!” I cry again, panic growing more and more within me.

“And?” Mark repeats again, still not understanding what I’m meaning, “I don’t get your point?”

“Really? Ma-” I stopped for a moment, took a breath and said, “Sir, I could be pregnant! I’m going to have to go to the pharmacy tomorrow now! God, I hope no one I know will be there!” I panic, attempting to get off the bed but Mark pushes me back down again.

“There is no way I’m letting you go to the pharmacy tomorrow. If you are pregnant, it stays that way, understand?” He says, placing his hands on the sides of my face.

I look down, the anxiety in my face showing.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” Mark says whilst standing up and going to his duffel bag, “Now, let’s try again then. Come here.”

I crawl on the bed and walk towards him, seeing some black material in his hands.

He stands me straight, with my arms stretched out whilst he puts a bustier with gaps for my breasts around the front of my body, and straps it at the back, then tightly ties the straps, making my waist look two times smaller than it actually is. He then steps me into crotch-less panties, and then steps me into individual stockings, slowly pulling them up and kissing my legs as he travels towards my leaking pussy and finally attaches them to the bustier.

“Beautiful. Come and look at yourself.” He says, taking my hand and pulling me towards the mirror.

For most of my life I have never thought anything special of myself, until this moment. I have never felt pleasure in seeing my own reflection. The black scraps of lace all around my body, neatly arranged and tied in various places, the silk stockings showing each small curve of my leg, the lacy bra, doing a hideous job of hiding the evidence of my obvious pronounced cleavage. All of it was simply beautiful and I have never felt so sensual in my own sexual being as I have now.

Mark came up behind me, gently wrapping his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, “So, how do you feel?”

“I- I feel amazing.” I said, still entrapped in my own reflection.

He laughed slightly. “Now, whilst I go back to my house quickly, you are going to carry on cooking dinner for tonight. I’ll only be about an hour. When I’m back, everything better be ready. If not, there will be consequences. You will keep all this on whilst cooking, and you cannot put anything over to cover it. If someone comes, just say you’re trying it on for fun. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” I said in a soft whisper, with a hint of a smirk on my face.

“Good.” He smirked back, putting his fingers delicately on my chin and lifting my face where he planted soft kisses on my lips.

Suddenly, his hands were between my legs, pushing some rubber round bulb into my sex. There was a extension to this bulb, that was on a long thin rubber wire with a small bulb at the end, which mark rearranged so that it was securely on my clit.

He lead me downstairs to the front door, where, before leaving, threw me against the wall and aggressively kissed me. He left with a smile on his face.

Only when I got to the kitchen did I realise what his contraption did.

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