Firefly Pt 02

This is part two of an ongoing series introducing Reilly Page to a life of pet play, including intense scenes of humiliation, degradation, cum play, BDSM, anal play, gangbangs, orgies, threesomes, public masturbation and sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and many other things. If these things make you uncomfortable, don't bother with this series. It will be told in duel points of view throughout the series. The first part of this story detailed how Ms Reilly Page lands herself in the position of being nothing but an owned pet for Mr. and Mrs. Jameson Matthews. The contract and rules were outlined, and she now finds herself arriving home with him after her first exhibition and public display of cumming. I highly suggest you start at the beginning of this series to understand their arrangement and who they are. The rest of the parts will detail the quick decent into delicious madness that comes from being owned and dominated and craving being used as a cum dump. Feedback is what drives this train, so please leave comments and feedback!

Reilly

I stare back at him with half lidded eyes and an exhausted but satisfied expression when he glances over at me. "Did you enjoy that, Pet?" he asks.

My jaw still slack and my chest heaving, I slowly blink and drop my eyes to look down at the state of my lewdly displayed body again.

"She needs to work on her response time," the woman sneers in a disapproving tone.

"I'll work on that with her, but give her a minute, Little Devil," he states. "I'm not even sure she can find words in her current state."

"Well... We're boarding again, so I'll see you when I land," the woman replies.

"Sounds good," James casually states. "I love you. See you soon."

"Bye. I love you, too."

The call disconnects, and silence once again resumes as he drives through the fifth level of the garage and climbs to the sixth.

My panted breath begins to slow, and post-orgasmic shame begins to settle deep into my gut as I replay the events of the past half hour in my mind.

Someone out there has a video of me being aggressively finger fucked to the point of a squirting orgasm by this man that literally owns me in the front seat of a car in the middle of a traffic jam. The most intense orgasm I've ever experienced is saved on some random guy's phone that he can do anything with! What if he puts me online? My naked body is going to be plastered all over the fucking internet!

My breath quickens, and my mind races as my stomach churns inside of me at the thought.

"Your face was covered," James comments, seeming to read my mind. Wiping his wet hand across my tits and on the inside of my thigh first, he finishes drying it on the leg of his pants as he pulls up to an attendant's booth when he reaches the seventh level, rolling down his window. "Don't forget that you're still under instructions to not move," he reminds me, dashing the flicker of hope that I was going to be allowed to put my dress back on now. My face flames red again as a young black attendant in the booth glances past James, and his eyes land on my displayed naked body.

"New pet, Mr. Matthews?" he asks, a wide grin overtaking his face.

"Yeah, and this one made a mess in here. I need a full detail."

"If you won't be needing it again this evening, I'll have it ready for you by morning," the attendant states, and I feel his eyes burning into me even with mine cast down watching my stomach rise and fall with each ragged breath.

"You're a good man, Darius," James states with a sharp nod. "How do you want your tip?" Reaching up, James clicks on the car's dome light, illuminating the interior and casting light on me. Hooking his finger under my chin, he directs my face toward Darius.

Darius's tongue moistens his dry lips as his eyes scan my body. "That's way better than cash," he comments, making James chuckle. "I'm off at seven."

"See you then," James states, rolling up the window and pulling forward when Darius opens the gate with the push of a button.

"You said no other men in Phase One," I choke out through a trembling, cracked voice.

"Shhh," James shushes me with a finger to his lips as he pulls into a parking space. "Put your dress and shoes back on," he instructs, reaching into the back seat and retrieving my clothes before dropping my dress on my lap and keeping the bra.

Finally closing my legs and sitting up, I do as I'm instructed as he exits the car, walking around to my side. My hands are shaking, and I feel like I'm high as I grab my purse from the back seat and stand on wobbly legs when he opens my door.

"Your phone, too."

"My phone? What about it?" I ask.

"Give it to me."

My eyebrows furrowing, I stare back at him for a moment before my hand slides into my purse to fish out the device. "I'm going to need to let people know where I am," I state.

James huffs a laugh and takes the phone when I hold it out to him. "Who are 'people'? Who exactly do you think is going to send out a search party for you?" he asks, holding the phone up to my face to unlock it and then quickly scrolling through my call log and recent text threads. "From what I've learned about you, you make it a point to distance yourself from everyone," he continues, leading the way as we walk through the parking level. "You have no friends... Likely because girls don't want to be friends with whores who will fuck their men. The only people you talk to are the men you fuck."

My cheeks burn with humiliation at the truth of what he states as he powers the phone off and slides it into his pocket. Stopping outside a set of closed elevator doors, he presses the call button and deposits my bra into a nearby trash can.

"That was super expensive," I quietly mutter.

"Rule seven," he states flatly.

Standing next to him, my fingers nervously toy with the strap of my purse that hangs from my shoulder.

"Are you fidgeting?" he asks just as the elevator dings.

"No, Sir," I instantly respond, stilling my fingers immediately.

"Good girl," he replies, placing his hand on the small of my back and guiding me into the now open elevator. "Press 30."

I press the top button on the panel and step back, standing next to him as still as possible as the elevator begins to carry us upward.

"$60,000 can buy you a lot of bras," he states, succeeding in smoothing a few of the frayed edges of my nerves with humor. A barely audible huff of a laugh pushes out of me for the first time since I met him, and he smirks when I look up at him. Silence falls over us again, the hum of the elevator filling the air.

"I have a question," I quietly state in a timid voice. "Well... Two of them actually."

"Ask them."

"When will you send my rent money to Dustin?"

"And the second question?" he volleys back, not answering the first.

"Um... Okay..." I mutter. "My second question is, how will you, like, explain this to him about why you're paying my rent and where I am disappearing to?"

"It's already been taken care of," he states coolly, making my confused gaze snap up to him. We ride the elevator in silence until the doors open on the 30

th

floor, and he guides me out into a short hallway with a single large, white door at the end. "Press 7-6-9-8-4-3 and then the check mark."

Stepping forward, I do as instructed and hear the door lock click open. Glancing back at him, he gestures with his hand for me to proceed, and I cautiously open the door, peeking inside before stepping into the large foyer area.

"Welcome home," he casually states, tossing his keys into a bowl on a small entryway table as he begins unbuttoning his dress shirt. Emptying his pockets onto the table, he places his wallet and my cell phone next to his and unbuckles his belt, leaving it undone in its loops. Shrugging out of his shirt, and leaving himself in an untucked, sleeveless undershirt and slacks, he sits down on a chair next to the door and begins to untie his shoes.

My eyes scan his heavily tattooed arms and watch his muscles move with every motion of his hands as he removes his shoes. Beautifully rich red roses contribute the only color to the black and gray artwork wrapping one of his arms, their petals detailed with veins, shadows, and drops of dew, and their twisted stems boasting sharp, realistic looking thorns. The name Matthews is written along the outside of his forearm, rose bush vines weaving around the cursive lettering.

A shattered hourglass occupies his left bicep surrounded by intricate filigree and dark clouds that wrap up onto his shoulder and around the inside of his arm, leading into the mane of a realistically detailed portrait of a lion on the inside of his forearm.

I feel my stomach flutter at how gorgeous he is, despite his calloused, chauvinistic behavior. A stirring inside of me makes my head swim as I watch his broad back and shoulders move.

Fuck, he's hot,

my mind swoons as I clench my inner muscles.

I'm yanked out of my daydream when he speaks again. "Take off the shoes and the dress," he orders.

Still feeling the slight fluttering of the orgasm he rocked me with only a few short minutes ago, I accidentally let out a barely audible huff of absurdity which is immediately followed by a quick gasp when his eyes snap to mine, and his jaw clenches.

Fuck. He's intimidating.

"Sorry," I breathe, immediately stepping out of my shoes and hesitantly slipping my dress off over my head, cautiously holding it in front of my now completely naked body as I stare back at him.

Reaching out from his seat, he takes the dress from my fingers and drops it on the floor at my feet. Standing awkwardly before him, my skin flushes with humiliation under his brooding, silent stare. I have to focus on my desperate urge to fidget when I find myself at a complete loss as to what to do with my arms. Raising his hand, he motions for me to step forward, and I take two steps toward him, close enough now for him to run the backs of his fingers down the slope of my boobs, his knuckles bumping over my hard, pert nipples.

"Cs?" he asks, cupping the bottom of both of my boobs and running his thumbs over my nipples simultaneously. I nod my head, the shame of being inspected making my ears buzz. "Out loud."

"Yes." His gaze leaves my chest and lands on my eyes, holding contact as he waits, his thumbs still in motion. "Yes, Sir," I finally correct, making his eyes drop back to my boobs again.

Cocking his head to the side, his eyes slowly float down my body, his hands following their path. Down my ribcage and stomach. Through my belly button, and then over my pubic bone. Unable to resist as he rouses awake the coiling pressure inside of me again, I widen my stance slightly, allowing him to slip both of his index fingers between my legs and spread open my lower lips again.

"Good girl," he commends, hearing me take in a slightly sharp inhale at the approval. "You like when I call you a good girl."

"Yes... Da... Sir," I whisper, my voice shaking with shame, awkwardly waffling between which name to call him. 'Sir' would be the least degrading of the two, but I can't help but want to utter 'Daddy' when he touches me. It's never even vaguely crossed my mind to call a man Daddy, and my need to say it surprises me.

"Don't be embarrassed by that," he states, his eyes still watching his own fingers as he rotates his thumb against my clit. "I told you it's who you are. You were made to be my good girl. You'll see. Do you like calling me, 'Sir'?"

I swallow hard, utterly ashamed at how desperately I want to call him 'Daddy', and I chew my bottom lip for a moment. When I don't respond immediately to his question, he glances up at my face and a smirk tugs the corner of his mouth.

"You like Daddy better, don't you?" He sees my cheeks pink again, and he huffs a short laugh. "Mhm," he hums, rubbing against my clit in a steady, even rotation. "That's what I thought. Only needy, whores like that. You need this from me. You need me to teach you how to be the needy little fuck-toy you wanna be. 'Daddy' sounds good coming out of your mouth."

I stare at his face, feeling my knees weaken as his thumb makes my inner muscles and heightened nerves coil tighter. The words from his mouth make my heart flutter and my mind begin to drift to how amazing it felt to cum on his hand in his car. Needing to steady myself on my shaking legs, I timidly place my hands on the tops of his broad shoulders. When I'm not met with an objection from him, I hold on tighter, my legs opening more to him as he presses two fingers deep inside of me again while his free hand toys mercilessly with my clit. Tilting my head back, my throat squeaks out a soft cry in the midst of breathy pants when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and traps it between his teeth.

"Feel good?" he asks, freeing his mouth long enough to move to the opposite nipple.

"Yesss... Daddy," I hiss, reveling in the feeling of floating higher and higher, edging closer to another Earth-shattering orgasm. My knees shake, and I struggle to remain standing as he curls his fingers inside of me again. "Can I please cum again, Daddy?" I mew, willingly forfeiting any sort of resistance I have left.

Pulling his mouth away from my tits, he stares up at me as I writhe on his fingers. "Such a fast moving little fuck toy," he mutters, watching my eyes as I look back at him, my mouth dropped open slightly. "Ask again."

"Daddy," I whine, struggling to concentrate, my hands gripping the undershirt material on the tops of his shoulders. "Please, Daddy. Will you please make me cum again? I need to cum."

Licking his lips, he watches my face contort as I try to hold my impending orgasm at bay. "You have to earn this one, Pet," he states, suddenly pulling both of his hands away from me and leaving me achingly empty.

No!

my brain screams, everything inside of me turning inside out with desperate need to feel his fingers inside of me again.

Fuck! Please!

"I'll do anything," I whine desperately. "Please, Daddy."

"On your knees," he orders, a smirk playing on his lips when I immediately drop between his legs. It feels like someone else is in control of my actions as both of my hands begin rubbing the full length of his hard erection still in his pants.

I feel his hand grab the back of my head and guide my face to his crotch. My mouth automatically opens, soaking his slacks with my spit as my mouth grips the side of his thick cock through the fabric of his pants.

"Such a hungry little fuck-toy," he states, skating the back of his knuckles across my cheek. "Last week you told me you'd never agree to something so degrading. You said you'd never be on your knees for me. Now look at you."

My eyes look up and find his, my inhibitions and will power a puddle on the floor. A cocky smirk turns up the corner of his mouth as he watches me desperately root my mouth along the length of his still clothed shaft.

"You wanna see Daddy's cock?" he asks, watching me nod. "You barely know me, and you're about to beg me to suck my cock."

My stomach somersaults inside of me at the shame of him being right, and I nod emphatically.

"You want Daddy's cock in your mouth?"

"Mhm," I immediately hum, carnal need driving me forward.

"And you wanna cum again."

"Mhm," I moan. "Please, Daddy," I pant, pulling my mouth away from his crotch just long enough to respond before continuing to soak his pants with my drool, my hands joining in on rubbing his length.

"Beg."

"Please, Daddy," I instantly whine. "Please let me show you how I can suck cock? Please! I promise I'll do a good job."

Reaching down, he undoes the button and zipper of his slacks as my hands dive into them frantically, my fingers fumbling to fish out my goal. Immediately gripping his nine-inch-long, thick erection with both hands when it springs free, my eyes widen at its impressive girth. My mouth waters as I slip its head into my hot, wet hole, immediately rotating my tongue around the velvet smooth skin.

Gripping me by my hair, he pulls me off him briefly and stares down at my hungry eyes. "If you wanna cum, fuck my leg while you suck my cock." Blinking up at him, my chest heaves with every breath. "Hump my leg like the horny fuck puppy that you are."

"Yes, Daddy," I moan, scrambling from between his legs and diving back onto his cock with my mouth, bathing the head in drool as I adjust my body to slip his leg between mine. Without hesitation, I begin riding his leg as I hungrily suck at his cock, my hands wrapping around his girthy shaft and my nipples rubbing against his thigh. Drool pools against my hands and make them glide up and down his length, and my tongue swirls around the head of his cock before lapping at its underside.

"You really are a horny little fuck-toy," he sneers through a clenched jaw. "Look at you humping my leg like a fucking dog. Desperate to cum. You gonna cum on my leg, you little slut?"

"Mhm," I squeal, my hips pressing harder into his leg to increase the friction. My mind is completely blank as I grind myself against him, chasing the climax that is rapidly building in my gut.

Leaning back in his chair, he watches me lose myself in my drive to find my release, and he pulls the band out of my hair, sending my long blonde mane cascading across his lap. Gathering it into one of his hands, he weaves his fingers through the soft locks as I hungrily devour him, whimpers and whines emitting from my throat.

"Look at me," he mutters in a deep, raspy voice, watching my blue eyes spring open and lock in contact with his. "I wanna feel my cock hit the back of your throat."

Opening my mouth wider, tears pool and then escape from my eyes as I gag around him when I push my mouth further onto him. Backing off again, I sputter thick drool down his shaft when he uses his hand in my hair to deny me the freedom of freeing my mouth completely. My hands move to the tops of his thighs, and my small, nimble fingers grip the fabric of his pants, my knuckles turning white.

"You're about to cum on my leg, aren't you, you fucking puppy?" Gripping my hair tighter, he pushes my head down, driving his cock deeper into my throat. "Cum for me while you choke on my cock, you dirty little whore."

My mind is completely blank and filled with white noise as I struggle against his hand, my watering, bloodshot eyes pleading with him for air as my body bucks against his leg.

"Stop panicking," he states in a calm, even tone, backing me off of him slightly. "Breathe through your nose."

Instantly taking in a deep inhale through my nose, I clamp my eyes closed for a moment, tears squeezing from their corners before sputtering and gagging around his cock still holding my mouth open. My fingernails dig into the tops of his thighs as I open my eyes again, staring up at him with desperation.

"Stop panicking and breathe," he coaches again, using my hair to pull me off him just enough to leave only the head of his cock in my mouth as drool pours down his shaft and soaks the front of his pants.

My body feels like it's burning from the inside out as I turn primal, the desperate need to cum at any cost fighting with my body's requirement for oxygen.

"Breathe," he instructs again, and I take another deep, ragged inhale through my nose and cough around his cock in my mouth. "Again. Breathe."

My panic begins to dissolve as I breathe several more deep breaths, and my eyes dance with excitement as I continue writhing more frantically against his leg, the screaming desire to cum drowning out any ounce of self-control that I once had.

A smirk ticks up the corner of his mouth, and he grips my hair with both hands, using it to drive himself deep into my esophagus again. "If you need to cum, you better get to it because I'm about to fill your throat with mine." A strangled, whimpered moan escapes me as my eyes roll back into my head, and I ride his leg, grinding my clit against his shin.

I've only had two guys ever cum in my mouth before and both times, I puked, but I want this. I want to taste him while I cum. Fuck!