Owned

Ownage

"Does the thought of this dick in your throat make you wet?"

The message flashed across Anne's phone, It was a busy night and she had 3 tables waiting for drinks. But the thought of his cock in her mouth definitely still made her aware of all the feelings all over her body. Flashes in her memory of his hand on her throat, roving all over her naked body went through her head. She could feel her hair being pulled, the taste of his tongue roughly shoved into her throat, the feeling of her pussy being stretched and her cheeks spread as he entered her from behind. She had to shake these thoughts out of her swimming head. She had hours to finish her shift and although she had a main gig, social work wasn't a windfall of cash and waiting tables at this bar helped pay the bills. Damon had been blowing up her phone. She couldn't deny her need to feel him but she had shit to do. Being horny around gray-bearded bar patrons wasn't going to fix anything, God, she was too old to let a man scramble her brains like this she thought to herself.

"Hey doc, what are you doing here on a Thursday?" she heard one of the regulars say behind her. She knew it was Damon. A whole room change when he walked into it. She wasn't sure if it was just her perception or the whole room. But she knew though not an imposing figure he seemed to command whatever room he was in. Despite being smitten she was suddenly a little afraid. He was seating himself in her section and she had nowhere to run. She had a hard time reading him and this could be a hot game to tease her or he could really be upset.

"Hey boo, what brings you here?" she asked.

He wore a confident smirk when he state plainly, "I thought I needed to clarify a few things about our arrangements."

Her mind raced with possibilities. Was he talking about shacking up? Was he dumping her? Her need to do whatever to make him happy had to be tamped down. "Don't be desperate girl", she thought to herself, "you're a grown ass woman."

"You seem to forget our agreement Anne. I own you. Every inch of that body. All of you in now mine. But you seem to labor under different delusions."

Anne felt a surge of anger at his boldness to suggest she had not done enough tonight. Didn't he understand she was busy? At the same she could feel an ache in her pussy and the sudden sensation of heat filling her body.

"You weren't giving me what I want Anne. Submission. I don't just want that from any girl. Are you mine or not?"

"Sir, I can't just leave in the middle of my shift and come suck and fuck your brains out." Even as she said it Anne's thoughts flashed to her legs above her head and her tits bouncing to every thrust. To memories of how her face felt buried in a pillow and her pussy filled every inch; his hot cum filling her up and despite it all wishing for more. Anne looked up at him. She was angry and horny and desperate all at once. What could he possibly want more from me?

"It is a bond not taken lightly." He said unreadably flat.

Anne bristled at the thought of not taking this seriously. At the same time her pussy caught fire as she thought about him using her completely. She ached to feel his hands all over her. The sensation of feeling totally given to him. She yearned to make him cum inside her and feel owned; to feel like she belonged like never before.

Anne reached back to adjust her hair and realized she was touching the collar. It wasn't a real collar just a tiny charm that she currently had wrapped in a hair band with her hair pulled up. Sometimes Anne wore it on a necklace, a bracelet or a toe ring but she never left the house without one. Of course she would sometimes wear a real one. Her head was drifting off the topic at hand.

Damon could see her playing with her hair and chewing on her lip. He had a begun to remove his bracelet that was a reinforced cable made to discreetly wear but also for discipline.

"Baby, I love you so much but I'm at work. I'll make it up to you. Swearsies," She made a quick cross her heart on her chest.

He leaned in and she could hear his breath as he smelled her.

"I just have to wait kitten? That's not how it works. A promise of dinner later doesn't help if I'm hungry now."

Anne winced at a sudden sting of his ouch bracelet. Anne really didn't care for the sting without the thud of an actual paddle. The pain was not inextricably tangled with other sensations.

"Out back. Make an excuse."

With that Damon got up and left

Damn. It wasn't that busy but it was the middle of her shift

"Lexi, I have to run something out to my car I will be right back."

Lexi rolled her eyes but nodded. Anne hurried through the kitchens and out the back door.

She was just pulling out her phone when she heard someone nearby in the dark.

"Careful Kitten, dangerous men can lurk behind bars." In seconds, Damon had a hand round the small of her back and another in her hair. She was pushed against the rough brick building with his body pushing against hers. His hand in her hair and the arm around her took most of the building. What looked like roughness and control was just as much protection. His tongue was deep in in her mouth and she could feel her knees wanting to buckle. His smell filled Anne's nostrils and his fingers were tightening in her hair.

"Baby I need to get back inside they expect me back in a minute I just had to see you a second."

"Inside sounds great."

Anne felt his hand drop from her lower back, caress her ass and come up her thigh under her skirt to push her panties aside and slide two fingers inside her. It was a movement that would have seemed rough and quick if she had not been absolutely drenched with anticipation. As much as she wanted to tell him to stop outside she felt her hips rocking into his fingers as she slumped her head back.

"Dam...Damon stop. Someone could see."

Once again she felt the sting of the mini whip on her leg and felt her pussy clenching onto his fingers.

"I will tell you when we are done kitten."

She felt a bit of pressure and before she was quite sure what was happening she was facing the wall and Damon was behind her. She could feel one arm held being her back in a twist. The other hand seemed to be fumbling. Surely he was not actually going to pull his dick out and fuck her behind the bar in a parking lot. A second later she was completely full of him. It was shocking and amazing. She was sopping wet and aching or it would have been more painful. She was scared of being seen and embarrassed that she was being fucked in an alley like some slut. As he pushed all the way inside her she could feel an amazing buzzing. e was rock hard and wearing a vibrating cock ring, he had no doubt he was going to fuck her in the alley. Something about that made her even hotter.

"You need to learn your place, Kitten," he said as he thrust hard into her. She could feel a hand up her shirt and roughly playing with her pierced nipples. Each thrust was so hard she could feel it shaking her whole body. She could feel his teeth gently biting one her neck. She suddenly felt empty as he pulled out. He had spun her back around and pulled up her right leg and pushed her back against the wall. Her left foot was dangling down and she couldn't quite touch. Just the pressure of his body on hers was holding her against the wall as he slid back in. Even in the low light she could see into his eyes as he was suddenly nose to nose with him. She felt like she could nearly cum when she felt him explode inside of her. He always came bucket-loads and she felt it filling her up. She felt immense satisfaction at being filled bit a bit of frustration with not cumming and suddenly immensely empty when he pulled out of her. Her pussy throbbed with excitement and she could feel his seed sliding out of her and onto her thigh. Suddenly there was something else inside her. Something smaller but firm like a small dildo or a butt plug, Without explanation he pulled her sopping panties up to her now gaping and dripping pussy.

"Don't take that out"

"Baby, what the fuck?" She asked.

"Sir" he corrected.

"Sir." she replied.

"You will show some respect."

"Thank you for your cum sir... but what is inside me?"

A single finger came to her lips and she silenced.

He gently kissed her again. "Don't fret, Kitten. Sir always takes care of you. I do truly love you Kitten. I'm making those potatoes you like later."

And with that he turned and walked away. He was a strange man. He would fuck you like a hurricane one minute and be off in his head a moment later. She had never wanted to be saved or hurt so badly by the same person.

She walked back into the dingy bar to finish her shift. Swooning but a bit frustrated. Wondering why there was a dildo and a load of cum in her panties but willing to wait and ask why later.

"Did anyone want anything else?" she asked her table.

As the drunk patrons began laughing and telling her their orders she felt the intense vibrations start. He had put a vibrator inside her on remote. She was trying to write orders down as the vibrator started to cycle up and down between mild vibration and so intense that it hurt. She walked back to the bar with the orders and looked at the bartender. His words were a blur. The pressure inside her was building as she grabbed the bar. She could feel her face flushing red. Looking around at all these patrons and getting ready to cum. She was embarrassed and ashamed and totally vulnerable. She could feel her eyes roll back as she sat in an empty barstool and curled her toes cumming.

"You ok anne?" the bartender asked?

"Yeah, just a lil woozy. i'm fine. Totally fine."

She noticed she was rocking her hips back and forth grinding into the filthy barstool and stopped herself. She looked up to see Damon's truck idle by down the street outside.

Her phone buzzed "Hearts. Luv you kittens. You are getting a spanking when you get home for cumming in front of all those men."

Anne touched her collar and turned to tell the order to the bartender. She thought about Damon's hands all over her. How she would get dicked down later and fall asleep entangled with him. Being a plaything was not bad.