'I have a present for you slut' his voice said from somewhere behind her. Chloe had assumed the position, on her knees, hands in her lap fidgeting nervously, face hidden by her bright red hair as she looked down at the floor.
It had been over a week since she'd seen him. He'd been out of town at a gig. They'd texted the whole time but she'd still missed him. Dante. Her master. Her owner.
Chloe had never fallen so hard so fast for someone before. They hadn't been dating long, having been introduced through mutual friends while at their local a few months back. She'd found herself alone at the table with him and was struck by how good looking and intimidating he was. She eyed him cautiously while he chatted to her about the gig he was going to that night, some rock band she'd heard of but never really listened to. Denim jacket, band tee stretched over impressive torso and dirty blond hair pulled back in a messy hair tie. He made a refreshing change from the usual guys she met in there. But more than that, it was the way he looked at her. It made her stomach flutter and a tightness work up through her thighs into a dark pool between her legs.
'Get a grip of yourself Chloe' she remembered thinking to herself, 'you don't even know this guy and you're getting all flustered.' She could feel a blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks and was glad they were in the beer garden where it was beginning to get dark. 'What is wrong with me?' she thought, 'I never get flustered'.
At 25 years old Chloe was no stranger to flirting and being attracted to guys. 5'5 with bright red hair, blue eyes and a voluptuous figure she hid her insecurities in large band shirts and black jeans and a sometimes crude attitude which came from too long of hanging out in the all male-circle that she did. It'd been a long time since she'd really cared about someone but still she found herself falling aimlessly into bed with the odd conquest now and again.
She knew the her guy friends judged her when she came in from another late night, no sleep and a hangover from hell. But fuck it, if they could fuck who they want then why couldn't she? It wasn't like she was hurting anyone, which they often were. She rarely had one night stands but would find herself caught up in these... situations which were somewhere between fuck buddy and dating. But it was always the same... A few weeks into it she'd find herself bored and unsatisfied and would inevitably break it off. Usually it was an amicable thing and she was never too bothered by it.
Deep down she longed for more though... She was never shy about what she wanted guys to do to her. She'd ask them to go harder or faster or spank her ass. But that was the point. She had to ask. When secretly she wanted them to take. Force her down, tear off her panties and use her... fuck her till she cried and came all over herself. She wanted someone to want her as much as she wanted them. To know she belonged to someone and could trust him to take her to dark places and still pull her back from them afterwards.
She'd explored what turned her on. Read and written erotica and she knew that there was a chance she was a submissive. But this went against her feministic ideals and she'd never yet found anyone to talk to openly about it. She'd stayed up at night watching all types of porn but they were all so bad. Girls being abused but not in a good way. There was no passion or lust involved. These girls were being used for money whether it was consensual or not. And the guys were the same.
She preferred reading. Finding Literotica online had been the start of her journey into the darker parts of her psyche.
Forced orgasms, rope play, blood play, wax play, submission, consensual non-consent... It all intrigued her. And yet throughout her sexual life she'd never met (or been ready) to find a man who could show her these things.
Until she'd met Dante...
After that first meeting they started messaging and talking more and more. She found herself opening up about her darker desires before they'd even had their first date. And this scared her. He wasn't as forthcoming, but he knew what he was doing. And she found herself falling into the role of his submissive.
He taunted her, he knew she wanted him but he needed her to crave it. And crave it she did. She'd go home and play with herself for hours, imagining him coming in to her room, pinning her down, slapping her till she cried and forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her, always with that cocky smile on his face.
Dante had gradually coaxed out the darker side of her, knowing he needed to take it slow, that while she wasn't a virgin by any means, she was new to the idea of submitting to someone and he didn't want to scare her off because she had the potential to be such a good little fucktoy...
She remembered the first time he'd slapped her... she'd felt the warmth in her face but the heat in her pussy made her ache and beg him for more. He'd slapped her harder and pinned her down by her throat, biting her lip till they could both taste her blood and she'd felt herself falling apart.
'What are you?' he'd whispered in ear as he'd fucked her relentlessly, drawing her closer to the edge.
'I'm your dirty slut! Please let me cum!' she'd begged.
He'd waited till he was about to cum too, knowing she couldn't unless her demanded it of her, she was learning.
'Cum for me Chloe, my little fucktoy!' he groaned as he came hard, pounding into her soaking wet pussy.
'Oh fuck I'm cumming! Mmmmmm fuck, I'M YOURS!' she'd sobbed into his shoulder as she squirted all over his dick, her body shaking violently in his arms.
'Yes you are. You always were' he'd whispered into her ear before pulling away, taking her into his arms while she cried and tried to calm down. All the pent up sexual frustration and tension finally released. She'd accepted what she was.
His slut. His fucktoy. His dirty little slut. His.
Three months later and thingshad only got deeper and darker. She craved him. When she became his girlfriend it only amplified their relationship. She found herself wanting to do things she'd never thought about for him... crawl around on all fours wearing a collar, have him bite into her and taste her blood (that one made her blush), and taste his too, have him tie her down and be covered in his cum while he forced her to squirt and cry for him.
