Dereks Party Fun Ch 11 12

Chapter 11 - Derek

I ran my fingers through Felicia's hair, whispering softly to her. "You did well. You are mine." She hadn't come as hard as she did earlier while everyone was watching, but she was still softly twitching every few seconds, eventually curling up into a ball. Her breathing was slow and steady as she drifted to sleep on the endorphins and the exhaustion.

I'm feeling something for her that I hadn't earlier. It is not romantic love. I have seen too much of her nasty side for that to stick at the moment, but definitely a certain level of caring. I don't think it was the whole 'her thoughts flowing into me' that Alexis described. But I definitely feel something. As I said, she is mine. And I intend to take care of my things.

I paused, looking down at the naked, beautiful girl, covered in sweat, her makeup streaming down her face, my cum glazing her breasts and stomach, and now sleeping on the cold bathroom tile.

I mean, I am going to use my things too. Tonight was too good to not have a repeat performance. Provided that this whole submissive act sticks around for the long term, at least.

I wasn't sure how I felt about the new me I was discovering tonight.

I looked over Felicia to the other girl in the room. Ivy, whom I had tossed off my dick like she was nothing, then had her service her friend, only to cum all over Felicia, and ignore her.

It would serve me right if she was angry with me, or was plotting some kind of revenge.

I thought. She still hadn't pulled the dress back over her shoulder, even as she lay on the ground, one of her arms thrown over her eyes and gripping the other by the elbow as it crossed over her forehead. My eyes traced her tattoos, from their start on the back of her hands, to where they split to caress her breasts, noticing for the first time that her exposed nipple had a small flower that covered the areola. That must have been agonizing too get at the time, and it was remarkably subtle, but it looked incredible now that I was noticing it. Her eyes met mine from under her arm, then she looked away in what I could only guess was shame.

She has to feel like I rejected her.

I shifted until I was kneeling over her, and I caressed what I could reach of her face, then down her neck. After doing this a couple times, I gently moved her arms down, and lay them by her side.

"Now it is your turn." I said, locking my eyes on hers. "I haven't forgotten you, but I only had so many hands."

"I understand, Sir." She had no fight in her voice, which surprised me. "How may I serve you?"

"Just lay there for now. I want to see how my new pet responds to things." I muttered, leaning over to lick her nipple. Her hands came up and tried to push my face away. "Do you not want this? I will stop if you don't. I will stop if you don't, but I didn't want to leave you the only one unsatisfied." She still didn't say anything, but her hands slowly dropped from my face, and she nodded for me to continue. I held there for a moment, examining her eyes, trying to read what she really wanted, but not quite sure.

I still am not sure what she is thinking. She doesn't seem to take to the submissive play as easily as Felicia did, but she has been leaning into it. I guess for now I can try to keep things a little more romantic, and see how that works.

I slowly lowered my face down again, flicking her nipple with my tongue, then sucking it into my mouth. I played with it for a bit, enjoying the stiff texture of the nipple, and the soft sounds she was making.

My right hand reached down, and caressed her leg, starting at her knee, then slowly drifting upwards. Up and down, then a little further up, then back down. All the while I was teasing her nipples. As my hand got closer to her core, slowly pulling the skirt a little higher, I could feel the arousal that had leaked out, and the heat radiating from her. The knowledge that she was turned on by this was reigniting the lust within me, rebuilding my erection. She started lifting her hips, trying to get me to move that last little distance. I pulled my mouth off her nipple, and looked her in the eye as I pushed her back down with my left arm across her hips, just tracing patterns on the skin of her inner thigh with my right hand, just shy of where she really wanted the attention.

"Just wait. You will get your chance." I softly comforted her. "For now I want to play, and for you to lay there, and enjoy this." She stopped fighting me, but her hands were flexing by her sides, clenching into fists, then opening wide. I spelled my name with my finger on her other thigh, my knuckles just brushing the edge of her inner lips and extracting a coo from her. I smiled, then started trailing kisses down her body as I pulled her dress fully down, planting one on each of her abs, and then down lower, until I planted one right above her clitoris. "You may cum when you wish." I breathily whispered, letting the air from my mouth caress across her vagina. Then I traced around her opening with my tongue, lapping up the nectar that she had been creating all night. It didn't take long after that for the climax to hit her, triggered by my tongue sliding across her after I licked her slit from base to clit.

She sucked in a deep breath as she gushed against my chin, and held that breath as her body flexed, then slowly relaxed. "Good girl." She flushed at that, and then something flashed across her face, but it was gone before I could identify it. "Now, are you ready for the next step?"

Ivy lay there, breathing deeply, and looked into my eyes. "How can I serve you, Sir?" she asked. "After all, you have just served me, and that was more than I could have asked for." She hadn't broken eye contact, and was speaking in a flat tone that made it hard to tell if she actually meant the words, or if she was just playing some sort of game.

I breathed deeply myself.

I think I have her at least a little figured out. She doesn't like the pet names. I think that was what I saw when I called her 'good girl' just now. But she is also being influenced by my powers to do what I want, and I have been wanting a submissive woman. So this whole role is her fighting it as much as she can. At least, I think that is what it is.

"I want you to talk to me for a moment. Ignoring what I want, what do you want right now?"

Ivy had a confused look cross her face, as if the words I said didn't make any sense. "What I want..." she closed her eyes, and went silent for a moment. I held my breath, fearing that she would say she wants out, or wants revenge. "I want you to take me. Make me serve you, force me to bow before you." The confusion on her face was shifting to shock, as if she hadn't known those words were going to come out of her mouth. "I want you to force your way inside me. To take what you want, harshly, without a thought to what I want," One of her hands moved up to a breast, teasing the nipple, as the other moved south to caress down below. "I want to fight back, and feel how powerless I am beneath you. To kick, and fight, and succumb. And then, when we are both exhausted, I want you to hold me, and tell me that I am yours, and you will take care of me. I want to be used like a bitch, then cuddled like a lover." She had kept eye contact the whole time.

Is she asking for what I think she is? She wants me to basically rape her, then cuddle with her?

I was sure if I could see my face it would have the dumbest look of my life upon it. My jaw was hanging open, and all the while she kept stroking herself, and staring right into my eyes. I closed my mouth, and swallowed.

I mean, if that is what she wants, it's what she wants.

"Alright. But if I am going to do this, I need your safe-word." I had never done anything that would have come close to requiring a safe word before, but I knew this could go south really fast. On the other hand, my southern half was fired up at the thought of tossing her around.

"If that is what you want. The word is... Uncle." She still hadn't broken eye contact. "Once you start, don't stop until you are satisfied or I scream the word."

She is crazy, but I can't say I dislike the idea. I guess this is what I am doing.

"Alright. It's a pity you're already naked. It would have been fun to tear through your clothes to get to you, but we can still make this work just fine." I was trying to put some gravel into the words, and at least judging by the tremor that ran through her, I think it was working. "Now, stand up, and wait for me on that side of the room. I am going to clear some space." I turned away, then as gently as possible I shifted Felicia into the corner opposite the toilet, to give us as much room as possible. It still wasn't much, but I figured I could get Ivy pinned pretty quickly, and that should keep either of us from stepping on her. I laid my shirt on top of her, and rolled her dress up to put it under her head. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing on the cold hard floor. Standing up and turning to face Ivy, I was surprised to see her back in her dress.

"Are you sure about wearing that? If I tear it off you, you won't have anything to wear home." I had to admit, I liked the thought of it, and it would add to the image she wanted, as long as she was OK with the consequences.

She nodded, then said defiantly, "As if you could." She may have intended to continue that, but I lunged forward and grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward, cutting her off with a yelp. I had tried to grab as much of the hair as possible, and as close to the roots as I could, but that was still going to hurt. She stumbled forward, and I grabbed the back of her dress to pull her back upright. She spun around to face me, intending to catch my with a punch, but I caught her arm as it swung around and twisted it behind her, using that to drive her to the ground. She was kicking her legs, so I sat on them, leaving her pretty immobile, but I didn't have much that I could work with since my right arm was keeping her left one pinned.

I guess laying face down on the ground there isn't much she can do.

I thought, releasing her to get one hand on each side of the zipper. She was flailing as much as she could, but I was a lot bigger than she was, and the weight made a difference. With my hands gripping the fabric I pulled as hard as I could, and the sound of ripping fabric bounced off the tile walls. "You are nothing beneath me." I growled. "I am going to use you like the bitch you are." I shifted my hands further down and pulled again, extending the tear past the waistline. It took another tear to get the back of the dress fully in half, and I stood up off her, letting her clamber to her feet, the dress hanging off her like an unbound hospital gown. Before she was fully steadied I grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, forcing her backwards to the wall.

"What are you?" I leaned over to growl in her face, letting all the anger I had for Alexis earlier flow through me. I didn't like anger in general, but it seemed to match what Ivy wanted here.

"Your bitch." She said, with all the venom she could muster, then she spat at me. I moved her arms together, fairly easily overpowering her resistance, and pinned them with my left hand. My right I brought down to pinch her nipple, then pulled it towards me until she broke eye contact.

I am really regretting not setting more guidelines for this. Does she like the pain, or just wants to be pushed around?

I was trying to figure out what I was seeing on her face when I felt her heel come down hard on the top of my foot, causing me to pull back.

"Oh, you are going to regret that!" I grunted, and I dropped my hand from her wrists to yank her dress fully off of her. She used this to get some distance, but I just tore the dress fully in half from the neckline, getting two long strips of fabric. I tossed one down, then stalked closer to her, backing her into the corner opposite Felicia. She tried to duck under one of my arms, but I sidestepped into her and grabbed her around the waist. She was fighting, so I pushed her legs out from under her, and lowered her to the ground. She rolled over so she was facing upright, but I grabbed her arms and started wrapping them up in her dress, and then tying it off. I was sure it was a terrible job, but it wasn't like I had ever had any practice.

I leaned back and grabbed the other half of the dress I had dropped earlier, and then I returned to bind her legs. It was more of a struggle, but I finally got myself sat on her just over her knees to immobilize her legs, then got them tied together. When I flipped around she was just getting her hands free of the first knot, so I pulled them back together and used the two halves of the skirt that I had separated to make the gap in the side. There was less fabric to fight, so I felt more confident in those knots.

With her now unable to really put up a fight I dragged her by the tail that I left between her hands as I looked around the room. There really wasn't a great place to do it, so I pulled her up to my face, leaving her standing on the tips of her toes as I bend my neck to close the rest of the distance. "Are you done fighting yet, bitch?" I growled, putting as much of a rumble into it as I could. She flushed, and nodded three or four times. "Good. Now, I don't want to hurt you more than I have to, so you had better do exactly as I say." She nodded again. "Now, bend over and put your hands on the wall." I spun her around, catching her as she almost fell over from her bound legs. "If you are good, I might release your legs."

She bent at the waist, and brought her bound hands forward, and flattened her palms against the wall. I took hold of my dick, mentally capturing the view in front of me. She was bent at nearly a perfect 90 degree angle, with her pussy lips just showing between the curves of her ass and her thighs. I moved forward, bending my knees to get the right approach, and I took aim. I grinned as an idea took me. I pushed my dick forward, getting it wet on the ample lubrication she provided, but aiming just a little low, so it just scraped past the fleshy lips of her pussy, and slid past the thighs that were being held together by her bound ankles. I heard her moan as the bulge of my tip stroked past the sensitive nerves.

I would love to just dive in, but this half crouch just isn't going to work.

I thought, pulling fully out. I planted a hand on her lower back and pushed down as I spoke. "Fall to your knees, bitch." I spat the words, and she dropped immediately.

Ouch. That had to hurt.

I flinched as I heard her knees crash into the floor.

Binding the legs was a really bad idea.

I knelt behind her, and shifted until I was lined up properly.

I really hope she meant what she said earlier.

I thought as I pushed into her.

She was incredibly tight, but also wet enough that I could still push in. She spread her knees just a bit, trying to make more space for me, but didn't have much room. I kept pushing in, feeling her walls pulsate around me, as if trying to squeeze me out. I leaned forward to grab her hair, and pulled her back into me, finally sinking as deep as I could. She started trying to pull away, and I nearly let her go, before remembering that I hadn't heard 'Uncle" yet.

"You had enough, bitch?" I growled as I pulled most of the way out, trying to stay in the role she wanted, but also give her a chance to talk. She just moaned, and thrust her arms against the wall, pushing back onto me. "Fine. If you don't want to talk, then I won't care about what you want." And I thrust in fast and deep, my balls slapping into her dripping thighs, and I felt her seize up as the orgasm swept over her. I pounded her hard. She was braced against the wall, but I kept pushing harder and harder until she slid forward, and her face was against the wall. every few minutes another orgasm would rock through her, and then I would push deep into her and hold myself there, just feeling the contractions rolling along my shaft.

After her third or fourth orgasm I knew I couldn't hold it any longer, so I pulled out as quick as I could, exploding all over her back. Panting and covered in sweat, I rocked back and untied the cloth around her ankles. she had largely collapsed against the wall, breathing hard on her own. I pulled her gently to the side, and laid her on the ground, untying her hands. I curled up behind her, placing one arm under her head and the other cradling her own arm, and holding her hand under her chin. "Thank you, Ivy." I whispered, and I could feel her smiling in response to that. "You are mine." I said, stroking the back of her hand with my thumb. "You are mine, and only mine. No one else can have you."

I rested my head on hers, and looked over to see Felicia meet my eyes. I wasn't sure how much she had seen, but I guess I hadn't really tried to keep it quiet either. She had a strange smile on her face that I wasn't sure how to read.

I guess that is a problem for future me. At least, a few minutes future me.

For now, I just closed my eyes, and kept petting Ivy as I held her close, my softening cock pressed into her firm buttcheeks as we spooned.

Chapter 12 - Derek

The nap didn't last long. Despite the naked girl in front of me, or the exhaustion from the long night of activity, a cold bathroom floor is not the best place for quality sleep. I looked down at Ivy and saw that she was still out cold, so I gently extracted myself from around her and pulled my clothes on. Felicia was still watching me, my shirt draped around her waist where it had fallen as she sat up, that strange smile on her face. Once I was mostly dressed I sat down next to her.

"Umm, you can get dressed now." I said, feeling very unsure about this whole situation. I kept expecting it to all come crashing down around me. After a few moments, she still hadn't moved to get dressed, and I raised an eyebrow. "You heard me, right? You can put your dress on?"

"I can, yes, but all my dresses are at home." She said, that baffling smile still on her lips, and a teasing lilt in her voice.

"What are you... Oh! Yeah! Have your dress back. It's yours again." I said, remembering what I had told her after the first dare. She picked up her dress, then set it to the side. "What is the problem now?" I was growing more and more paranoid.

"Well, you have only used one of my holes, Master. Don't you plan on fully claiming me tonight?" That creepy smile still wouldn't go away!

"Uhh, No. Not tonight. I intend to go home and get some rest, and you should do the same." I said. "And put your dress on. I don't want everyone to see you naked again. I am sure at least someone heard the noises Ivy and I were making. They're probably waiting outside to see us come out." At that she finally pulled the dress on, standing to pull it into place.

"So where is your home, Master?" she asked, tilting her head in thought. "I am sure I have never been there before."

"Why does that matter?" My paranoia was peaking.

I can't give this crazy woman my address. Who knows what she wants to do with that information?

"You said I should go to your home and get some rest. I thought I would need to drive there myself, unless you intend to drive me, Master"

She said that like it was the most normal thing in the world!

"No! I said... I meant you go home to your house and get some rest. Why would you be coming to my place?"

"But then how will I know when you are ready for me to serve you again?" She sounded as confused as I felt.

I think a few puzzle pieces are starting to fall into place. I am not sure I like the picture, but it may be forming.

"How about this. You go home, and act as you normally would until I give you call."

That should keep her off my back for a while.

"Does that work for you?"