Chloe's Game

She awoke from her nap, feeling the most amazing sense of contentment. She slid gently from the bed, and assumed her position. She was facing the door, on her knees, hands on her thighs, eyes on the floor. After a minute or two, he opened the door, and slowly walked around her in a circle. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the view. She could almost taste the desire pouring out of him at that moment, and she loved it.

He stood behind her, and slid his feet under her ass, and between her knees. In one swift motion, he spread his feet, and pushed her head to the floor. This motion spread her legs wide, and forced her ass high into the air. As his rule specified, her hands never left her thighs.

"Put your hands behind you." Her hands flew behind her back instantly, and found something between them. "It is a ball. If you drop it, I stop." She felt his fingers close inside the collar. As he tightened them, the slim leather piece closed tighter around her throat. She never moved, the need to breathe suddenly secondary to doing as she was told. He loosened his hold on the collar, and air rushed into her. Once again, the good girl inside her had won.

She never heard him remove the belt, had not even thought about it, until the leather end crashed into her raised ass. She somehow restrained her scream, but her breath exploded from her lungs. As the air left her, she instantly felt his fingers tighten, blocking the return of her breath. At the same moment, without warning, he pulled her upright, and a silent gasp locked onto her face. His cock slid between her lips moments later, resting on her tongue. Chloe's face turned a deep shade of red, as she started sucking him deeply. He loosened his grip on the collar, silently allowing her a breath, but she refused. Instead, she swallowed, pulling him deep into her throat.

She came up for air briefly, licking, and kissing the head of his cock as she gasped, then holding the bell in one hand, wrapped her arms around his hips, pulling him deep into her throat again. Moments later, she slightly pushed him away, then pulled him in again, effectively using his balance to fuck her throat with his cock. He laid her flat on her back, and slid his fingers deep inside her as he slammed his cock into her raw throat. She felt him stiffen, as her lungs burned inside of her. She could feel the desire building inside her. After yesterday, she wasn't sure she could stand another orgasm, but it was coming. It was here. Her back arched as she sucked, once again riding the brink. Suddenly, he pulled himself out of her throat, and wrapped his fingers around the collar again. Her orgasm tore into her, sending wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her body. She could feel him cumming, spraying his seed all over her face. She welcomed every drop, and as he relaxed, he lowered himself back towards her. She gently sucked him clean, Cradling him in her mouth, as the lovers recovered.

His recovery was brief, however, as he stood, and pulled her by the hair to her feet. Without speaking, he led her to the wall, just touching her nose to it. He placed her hands against the wall, and she knew without words not to move a muscle. He left her only briefly. She felt the corset around her seconds later. He seemed to enjoy slowly, deliberately fastening each individual buckle.

The beautiful piece of lingerie had been designed especially for her, but until today, she had only seen it. He has kept it on a sewing mannequin, waiting for the day she earned it. She had seen it every time they had been together, and it made her absolutely desperate to earn it. The black shimmering leather was covered in red lace, and trimmed around the bust, and along the bottom in silver. As she looked down at it, she realized that is was not trimmed in silver metal, it was trimmed in actual silver. As he finished the buckles, he gently grasps the back of her neck, and leads her to the mirror. She is amazed at how the piece hugs, and accentuates her curves. It sits just under her breasts, lifting them, with a hint of nipple visible. The curve of her sides are hugged by the tight material, and it is clear that he sees, and approves. His hands trace her curves, as he turns her, showing the back. which rests seductively halfway down her ass. It simultaneously showed her amazing ass, while leaving just a touch to the imagination. The front stopped just below the curve of her hips, leaving her deliciously exposed. He could not have designed a more perfect piece.

As she admired the stunning lingerie, he gently snapped something to her collar. She looked, to find a long, black leash wrapped in his hand. He handed her a sheer, lacy thong, and led her to the door.

"Put them on. we have plans."

As she slid them over her hips, she could only marvel at how he could toe the line between her being exposed, and covering just enough to not be concerned. He walked her to the car, holding the leash, of course, then deposited her in the front seat. As he drove, he casually stroked the back of her neck, causing her to relax to the point of her head falling to her chest. Without warning, he changed gears, and Chloe found her head pulled into his lap by a handful of hair. She quickly undid his belt, and tore his pants open, as he shoved her mouth onto him. She gagged repeatedly, as his cock slid deep into her throat. He used his hand in her hair to pump her head, ravaging her unprepared throat with each stroke.

She felt the car slow, then stop, and he seemed unconcerned as he spoke.

"Hey, Marcus.. Just stopped in to get some paperwork. I didn't want to leave my pet at home. You know how messy these bitches can be." He pulled her head back, forcing her to look up as she sucked. In the same motion, he pushed her balls-deep onto him, forcing out a lusty gag.

"Come on, say hi to Marcus, pet!" She managed a wave, as she gagged deeper. As he pulled away into the parking structure, she could just hear Marcus mumble "lucky guy..". As he got her out of the car, she only just began to catch her breath. He stood in front of her, and guided her to her hands and knees. He ran the leash through the back of the thong, and gave a firm tug. The panties were pulled tight against her, and he began to walk. She quickly crawled to catch up, and managed to put herself closely behind him, earning a touch of slack on the leash. She thanked her lucky stars that the office was deserted, as she crawled next to him. when they arrived at his office, he deposited her on her knees next to him, as he sat in the big, comfortable leather chair.

"You don't need to worry, pet. I only answer to one person here. No one else would dare say anything. "

"While we are here, you will not speak, unless I tell you to. You will not move until I move you. If I say something, you will crawl, and find it for me."

Chloe simply nodded, and waited. After a minute or two, he smacked her hard on the ass, and said "coffee. NOW." She crawled quickly from the office, and rushed to the break room she had seen on the way in. She brewed the coffee, poured him a cup, and turned to leave, coffee in one hand, and cream and sugar in the other. As the door swung closed behind her, she struggled to crawl down the hall without spilling. Halfway down the hall, she heard the voice of a man coming from behind her as he talked on his cell. She scampered quickly down the hall, and into the office. As she handed him the coffee, he notices the concern on her face as she pointed towards the open door. He looked out the door, then quickly pulled her under the desk in front of him, leaving her facing away from him. He whispered quietly to her, as he slid into his chair. "DO. NOT. MOVE."

She could see the man's shoes as he entered the office, making small talk about a quick meeting, before leaving suddenly with a promise to be right back. She heard his belt buckle, then he grabbed her hips, lifting her into the air. He slipped a finger inside her panties, and pulled them to the side, as he lowered her onto his cock. As her head was still under the desk, she saw the man's shoes reenter the office, and sit directly in front of her, as she started slowly grinding on him. He spoke with the other man as if nothing was happening, as he ran his finger gently over the entrance to her tight little ass. She fought to suppress a squeal, somehow remaining silent when the finger slid inside her. He pumped the finger slowly deeper, as he spoke, his cock filling her at the same time. She bit the webbing between her index finger and thumb, fighting for self control.

Finally, the other man stood, and left the office. He had barely closed the door, when a lusty squeak escaped Chloe's lips. He lowered her back to the floor, and slid out of her dripping pussy, as he pulled the finger from her throbbing ass, only to replace it with his cock moments later. She fingered herself furiously, as he filled her previously virgin ass. She could feel him throbbing deep inside her with each stroke. The pain she felt with each stroke was... intoxicating. She felt him stiffen even harder inside her, as his strokes became quicker, and less gentle. He grabbed her hair, and slammed himself into her deeply, and she found herself driving herself backwards with each stroke, adding to the force. As she felt him tense, she sensed his cum filling her tight little ass. There would be no permission this time. It was simply too late. Her back arched, and she came with reckless abandon all over him, as he continued to thrust into her. Each stroke seemed to strengthen her orgasm, as his seed dripped out of her. He stood and left, presumably to clean himself up. She, on the other hand, seemed unable to move. She was face down on the floor, her face locked with her jaw open wide. She only shivered slightly, as tremors passed through her body. She remained there, until he grabbed the leash, and led her from the office. She crawled beside him, with her legs feeling like jelly under her. She could feel his cum running down the inside of her thigh, but literally could not care less.

Chloe spent the entire ride licking, sucking, and caressing his manhood, savoring the taste of her that still lingered there. As he pulled into the drive, he did not come get her, as expected. he simply climbed out of the car, pulling the leash behind him. She scrambled over the gear shift, fighting to keep up. He walked to the front of the car, and used the leash to pull her onto the hood. With a firm tug, he tore her panties away. He stood behind her, and silently slid himself into her once again. He used the leash to hold her in place, as he pounded her body mercilessly into the hood of the car. It was then that she realized where she stood. Of all the toys he owned, she would always be his favorite.

Chloe stood, as she exited the car, testing the strength left in her legs. He had definitely put her through the wringer today. Fortunately for her, it was exactly what she needed. He took her hand, and in a sudden reversal of her day so far, walked her to the door, with his hand gently around her waist. Inside the house, he again bathed her, caressing her body from head to toe. He took special care to dry her hair, before leaving her to her own tasks. She carefully brushed her hair, and reapplied her makeup. as she left the bathroom, she noticed her long black dress was hanging from the outside of the door, along with a pair of stunning silver heels, and a black box, about the size of a sunglass case.

She opened the box to find a beautiful silver necklace, along with a tiny key, and a note, which read "the dress, and necklace do not really go with the collar. Consider this a temporary replacement, for tonight." Chloe pulled the necklace from the box, and admired it briefly. It seemed to be perfectly fit the curve of her collarbone, and extended down to just above her breasts. When she slipped on the dress, she noticed how the top of the dress, and the bottom of the necklace touched, but only barely. With her hair done, her makeup on, wearing the dress, heels, and necklace, Chloe could not help but think how stunning she looked. He appeared moments later in a tuxedo, and paused to admire her... all of her. GOD, she loved the way he looked at her.

She took his arm, and almost floated out the door, and into the car. Chloe didn't bother to ask where then were headed, she was too lost in the moment. The sudden shift from being his willing toy, to being his princess only reinforced the way he understood her. It was as if she were broadcasting her needs for the world to see, but in a language only he bothered to understand. He pulled to the front of the theater, and exited the car, opening her door, and guiding her to her feet. She felt like she could be walking the red carpet at the Oscars. As they entered, he led her to a small staircase. She took in the scenery, as he led her to their seats The theater had about 15 private balconies. most had at least 4 people in them, but theirs was empty. In front of the seats, there was a small, round table, with chilled champagne, and two glasses. He read her delight, as she beamed at him.

"I hope you don't mind. You looked too wonderful to share."

Chloe blushed brightly, as she took her seat. The lights dimmed, as he poured her a flute of champagne. The actors took to the stage, but she barely noticed. The clapping crowd, and boisterous scenes of the play faded into the background, as he casually brushed his fingers along the nape of her neck. She intertwined her fingers with his, holding his left hand, as his right teased the small hairs in the back of her neck.

She laid her head against his shoulder, and he turned towards her. The hands they held slid to the hem of her dress, and as they slowly drifted higher, he noticed her lack of panties. Chloe simply smiled. "You gave me my outfit. There were no panties with it.." He was obviously pleased, since his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. She grabbed the hem of the dress, holding it up, while she slid into his lap, her back facing him. She ground her body into him, loving the way they felt together. He slid his pants to the floor, and she returned to her place on his lap. As he slid into her, she gasped. "You have been so wonderful to me, Daddy. Just sit back and enjoy." She reached back and wrapped her arms around his head, as she arched her hips, pulling him deeper into her. She struggled to stay quiet, until she noticed that several of the other balconies ha lost interest in the play, and were intently watching her. She stopped moving briefly, and read the disappointment on the faces of their impromptu fan club. She decided to give them, and him, what they so desired.

Chloe slid her fingers along his jawline slowly, then pulled at the hook holding the top of the dress together. As it came undone, the dress slid down her body, but only slightly. He moaned in her ear, clearly beyond happy with her actions. his hands drifted to her breasts, and pulled the dress into her lap. Several of the other patrons in the balcony section slid forward in their seats to admire the view, and she basked in the attention. she ground herself harder against him now, feeling him where he belonged always, deep inside her. Eventually, the moment came, and she clasped her hand over her mouth, as she screamed into it. Her back arched, pushing her gorgeous breasts towards her adoring new fans. She rocked against him as they came together, holding each other tight.

She spent the next several minutes slowly and methodically cleaning the mess she had made. Her lips, and tongue exploring him, drinking in the mix of his cum, and hers. As they left the theater, She could not help but smile at the adoring men and women who watched her as she sashayed past. The play had been wonderful, and her new fans thanked her, as if she had been the star. Which, of course, she was.