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Pleasure Toy
Story by Pixie Isobella
*Six weeks ago, Eddie fucked Isobel senseless. Now she can’t stop thinking about him. He wants to own her, body and soul…*
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*I am not going to let him fuck me.*
Isobel tried unsuccessfully to squash her nerves while she waited for Eddie.
*I just want to see him one more time. That’s all I want.*
She was carefully ignoring the warm, tingling sensations in her pussy. She didn’t want to be reminded about how much Eddie turned her on… Or what she could do with him if she let her body make the decisions.
Eddie had picked a quiet spot for them to meet in the grove of trees near the lake. It was wild and overrun with vines and shrubs, too far away from the car park for random strangers to walk by.
*What am I doing here? I don’t even like him.*
Ignoring her rambling thoughts, Isobel sat on the wooden bench where Eddie had told her to wait for him.
*I’m already obeying him, even though I haven’t agreed to be his slave.*
She looked nervously at her ancient tennis shoes. She had been avoiding Eddie for weeks now. He had told her last time she saw him that he wanted to own her. He wanted her to be his slave. The idea had excited and terrified her in equal measure. So, like a frightened rabbit, she had spent the last six weeks hiding from him.
But Isobel couldn’t forget how Eddie made her feel. Over the last weeks, she had re-lived again and again the memory of him fucking her face brutally before pushing her legs apart and driving himself into that sweet spot between her legs.
She remembered lying in the darkness late at night in the back bedroom at Andy’s house. Eddie’s body had been against hers — *inside hers* — for hours. She remembered the feeling of him pounding into her again and again, until he came inside her with a gushing guttural grunt. Each time, he had taken a short break after cumming, then he had started fucking her again.
Never asking her what she wanted. Just taking her for his pleasure, again and again.
Re-living the memories was guilty pleasure. Isobel shivered as she remembered his rough voice in her ear, telling her he was going to own her.
He was a bad man and he turned her on so much. If she said yes, she would be his good little slave. His toy. Nothing more.
*Oh gods, I want that so much.*
Eddie walked into the clearing, perfectly on time. The instant Isobel saw him, she knew — all over again — that this was a dreadful mistake.
*I should stay away from him.*
Eddie walked towards her slowly, deliberately. He had that hard, arrogant, smug look on his face that she hated. Isobel remembered, in a vivid rush, how mean and cruel and downright sadistic he could be. She remembered how he treated her as though he owned her already.
Part of Isobel wanted to flee. But some other part of her that she didn’t understand wanted to stay. So instead of fleeing, she stood up, unwilling to be seated while Eddie towered over her. She would hold her ground, dammit.
But as Eddie approached and stood next to her, Isobel still felt small next to him. She was average height and plump, curvaceous, but he was tall and broad-shouldered, easily twice her body mass.
*I am not his slave yet.*
Eddie put her in her place almost immediately.
‘Legs *apart*,’ he said in that arrogant voice, his eyes direct and firm, one eyebrow raised. Isobel shuddered at how he made it sound like a reprimand for an error on her part, even though she had never agreed to obey him. But she still stepped her legs apart.
*Why am I obeying him?*
With her legs unnaturally wide apart, Isobel felt suddenly vulnerable. Her cunt felt exposed, even though she was fully dressed
Eddie’s eyes left her face and swept down Isobel’s body, drinking her in. She felt naked, stripped bare, and she blushed red hot in embarrassment. This man knew exactly what she looked like under her woolen dress and thick winter tights. He hadn’t just seen her naked, he had seen into every part of her, and he knew intimate secrets about what wickedness turned her on.
Any expectation that they might exchange in regular conversation or social politeness fled immediately with Eddie’s next words.
‘You will always have your legs apart when you’re with me, Isobel. When you stand. When you walk,’ he said roughly.
His hand moved to Isobel’s hair, pulling her head ruthlessly back so she was looking up at the sky. She squeaked in shock.
‘Even when you sleep,’ he continued without pause. ‘I’ll chain your legs apart at night, so that when I wake, hard and hungry, I don’t have to push them open before sinking into you.’
Isobel shuddered. Eddie’s hand in her hair, his ruthless treatment of her, felt amazing. She heard herself moaning, involuntarily. She hated how he turned her on. She was scared he would smell the wetness between her legs. If he knew how much he turned her on, it would just make him more arrogant.
Eddie didn’t speak again immediately. His other hand moving directly, arrogantly, to Isobel’s breasts. She gasped in mixed shock and pleasure to feel his hard fingers slide without hesitation underneath the stretch fabric of her low-cut dress — as if he had the right to just touch her, without asking. She gasped again in genuine shock to feel him pull the fabric down, exposing her boobs to the air.
*Without asking. Like he owned them.*
‘That’s better,’ Eddie said conversationally. ‘That’s how you belong. Just where anyone can see you if they walk into the clearing’.
*I should tell him to stop. But I don’t want to.*
He played with her breasts, treating them like his toys, squeezing, massaging, teasing the nipples that were hardening eagerly in the cold air. Isobel was embarrassed all over again to hear herself whimpering tiny sounds of pleasure at how he was touching her. Her body was proving that previous time with him — the night at Andy’s house where Eddie and his friends had all fucked her for hours like she was their toy — had not been a random event.
Oh *damn*, he turned her on.
‘Do you trust me?’ Eddie asked, in that same casual, conversational voice.
Isobel didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. Her voice felt trapped somewhere inside her as she tried not to moan in sheer pleasure at his hands on her breasts and the delicious feeling of such a private place being exposed in public.
Eddie took a sharper grip in her hair and pulled her head further back. Her torso arched backwards, while his other hand continued its hedonist ownership of her breasts.
‘Do you *trust* me?’ he asked again, and there was steel in his voice this time. There would be consequences if she did not answer.
Isobel forced her mouth to make words.
‘I-’ She stopped and started again, her voice moaning, trying to ignore the wanton images in her mind, trying to say the words that seemed most important right now. ‘Y-you are mean, and cruel, and you want to hurt me.’
Eddie just chuckled, and Isobel felt the strength of his body against her while he laughed. She could smell wood smoke in the wool of his warm overcoat, its fabric rough against the bare skin of her boobs. The hand tightened in her hair again, and hard fingers closed around one nipple, crushing the soft flesh, *hurting* her.
Eddie’s voice was hard, deliberately cruel.
‘I am going to force my big hard cock into that tight little cunt of yours while you scream. Is that clear, little whore? I’m going to hammer you so hard you can’t walk,’ Eddie said in a harsh voice.
‘And then I’m going to sit back with my beer and put my feet up, and watch my mates all bang you, while you lie there, helpless to stop them filling you up with their cum.’
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