The Boss - Part 6 “Heart-shaped”

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Part 6 - “Heart-shaped”

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This is a fictional dark fantasy story that will contain romance and some vanilla parts to it, but mainly consists of blackmail, rape, and violence. I don't condone or partake in any of the actions portrayed here.

This is for people like me, guys and girls, who like this kind of harsh stuff with a good story. For those of you out there, enjoy.

***THIS STORY CONTAINS FICTIONAL RAPE, BLACKMAIL, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.***

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After I sent Ashley home, I took a shower while still rejoicing on my victories. Not only I had my Alissa, now I had her feisty and responsive young friend to use too, in any way I wanted.

Before bed, I sat with my laptop and watched most of the footage I had on Ashley. I made a cut that consisted of the first part, where I stood while choking her with one arm and I abused her pussy with my fingers while she struggled. I intended to show this to Alissa. That would be enough to show her how the night went on: her ex-best friend in agony, trying to scream, and being choked while I roughed up her teenage pussy. Even to me, while I watched be video, it looked more like a torture session than a simple rape, which was exactly what I wanted. Alissa didn’t need to know that we finished the night in a considerably amicable tone. I didn’t need to push Ashley as far as I was pushing Alissa, she was smart enough, damaged enough, to understand that not only she depended on me, but that she could actually enjoy all the violence I had in store for her. And, of course, there was the money.

I didn’t care that Ashley had fallen for me almost instantly. I knew I would enjoy very much pushing her little body to every limit I could imagine. The petite redhead’s inherent masochism, the way she apparently loathed herself, all of it combined with how she lost control of her little body, that was the recipe for a lot of fun. Wicked fun.

In the other hand, I had Alissa, fighting to become something she was not, to cope with what was happening to her so fucking hard in an attempt to keep me interested… Which was by all means the last thing I expected. Her reactions didn't come as gratuitously as Ashley’s, but when they came, she felt betrayed, abused, raped…

In short, I had the best of both worlds now, in young, delicious, different packages.

All in all, Alissa was more interesting. She was lovable, being so delicate, so innocent, her emotions so in the open. It was as if I would strike a very sensitive nerve every time I’d do something to her. Moreover, while the tiny redhead was pretty, Alissa was gorgeous, in a way I had never seen before. At least not so closely, so intimately, so fresh and young.

I couldn’t resist the urge to call her.

“Hi…”

“Still awake, sweetheart?”

“Yes… It’s been hard to sleep these days.”

“I am sincerely sorry about that. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to sleep again soon enough. It’s good that you do because we don’t want you with dark circles around your eyes, do we?”

“No, we don’t,” she answered in a lighter tone.

“Baby girl, since you’re not sleeping anyway, I’m going to give you a task that will probably keep you busy until we see each other tomorrow.”

“A… Task?”

“Yes. I want you to go online and learn how to get ready for anal sex. Learn everything you can, and come prepared - and clean - to meet me tomorrow. Same time as last time. Do you understand?”

Alissa was silent for a while, the only thing I could hear was her panting.

“Sweetheart, do you understand?” I repeated in a more demanding tone.

“Y-Yes. I understand.”

“Are you going to do it? It’s better this way. We don’t want things to get messy, and, if it is, I’ll punish you.”

Silence again.

“Alissa, I don’t like when you leave me hanging. Nobody leaves me hanging. Especially not you.”

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll do it! I promise!” She said, almost crying.

“You didn’t think you’d escape me fucking your behind, did you? Be honest.”

“No… I didn’t.”

“Ok. So, be glad I called you to instruct you.”

“I am.”

“What do we say, when we are glad because somebody did something good for us?”

“Thank you…”

“That’s my girl. Have a good night, baby girl.”

“You too…”

And I felt she was about to call me something. I couldn’t let that pass unnoticed.

“You too…?”

“I-I… I was about to call you Master.”

Master? Why?

“Where did you get that from?” I asked. However, I thought of the possible answer seconds later. I remembered how frustrated she was and how much low self-esteem she had. I remembered that she went online to try and learn how to please Jammie. Soon as she decided to me mine, Alissa automatically felt like she had to do whatever she could to be the best at it.

“I was trying to understand what you wanted from me… What should I do…” She answered in an ashamed way.

“So you looked for things that resembled what we have, and you stumbled into bondage and sado-masochism…”

“...Yes.” Her voice was no more than a whisper.

“This is not what we do. In those cases, the submissive puts itself in that situation, as if in a deal with the dominant. There are rules, there is an ethic related to it, there are traditions. I don’t follow any of this. I never will. I make the rules. You are mine to do whatever the fuck I want.”

“I’m-I’m sorry…” Alissa sounded absolutely ashamed, near crying, yet again.

I gave it a pause. Was it that bad that she was looking for ways to please me?

“It’s ok. It’s not like you offended me or anything. Thinking this through… What are you?”

“I’m.. Yours?”

“Mine, yes. But my what?”

“Your slut…”

“You are my slave, baby girl.”

“Y-yes…”

“So, maybe you are right. Calling me Master suits the purpose.”

“Ok, Master.”

“Are you glad that I called you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you happy that even though I had your friend here tonight, I think of you before I go to bed?”

“Yes… Master.” She almost purred for me.

“Who’s my little slut?”

“I-I am…”

“Who’s going to let me fuck her tight ass tomorrow?”

“I am…”

“If it hurts, what it probably will, are you going to ask me to stop?”

“No, Master… My ass is yours.”

“That’s a good slave. Do your research, but try to sleep. Understood? That’s an order.”

“Yes, Master. Good night.”

“Good night, baby girl.”

…

The next day went on pretty uneventfully, apart from having a director’s meeting which Alissa’s dad took part in. I could stop myself from having a grin on my face every time I looked at the motherfucker. After a while, I noticed he started to feel uncomfortable, so I had to put a little more effort on keeping a straight face. If he figured out I knew about his transgressions it would be over.

Then, when around 12, I received a message from Alissa.

“Can I message you while I’m in school?”

“Yes, you can, as long as you’re sure nobody is going to take your phone from you. That would be a problem for us.”

“Ok,” she replied, then she sent another one, “What would you like me to wear today, Master?”

Hmm… Look at that, I thought. She was coming to me to receive orders, already. At the same time an alarm rang inside my head, as I didn’t want her to get too comfortable so fast, it was impossible not to enjoy the idea that she seemed to be thinking about me all day long. I was already planning what to do to her later, and I planned to give her a good idea of what was to come in the future. I was anxious to see how she would react. If she wakes up tomorrow as sweet as she did today, it would be a big surprise, I thought.

“I want you to wear whatever you want, but no underwear.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did you do your research?”

“Yes, I did. I’ll be ready.”

“Good girl. See you later.”

“Ok. Bye.”

…

9PM. I got home at the same time the Escalade Brandon drove pulled in the driveway, circling the pond in front of the house. I waited outside, by the door, as she got out of the car. She wore a beautiful and small black tube dress that hugged her young breasts tightly and covered her body down to half her thighs.

“Hello, gorgeous.” I said while reaching for one of her cheeks with my hand. “No kissing while outside,” I said when we instinctively got closer. I touched the small of her back with my hand and guided her inside, when I noticed Brandon signal me with his hand. He wanted to talk to me. “Wait for me inside, darling. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Yes…” She said, blushing, quickly looking at Brandon as if thinking she should proceed with something… And I knew what it was.

“Yes…?” I asked with a grin.

Looking absolutely ashamed, Alissa completed, “Yes, Master.” Then, she looked down, her face burning scarlet, and she went in.

When I looked at Brandon, he was laughing.

“Impressive, right?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“So, what was it?”

“The girl asked me if I could keep looking forward, and she changed outfits inside the car. I have her backpack on the backseat. I just thought you should know.” He said with a smile.

“Oh…” I laughed. “She is trying to avoid problems with her parents seeing her going out so dressed up all the time, I presume.”

“I imagine so.”

“Thanks for telling me. As I am a man of my word, and I didn’t allow you to have fun with the red head, I’ll think of a way to make it up to you.”

“Thanks, boss.”

“You can go home if you want, and I call you when I’m finished with her.”

“Ok, boss.”

Brandon hopped in the car, and I went inside. Alissa was waiting for me still in the entrance hall. Not losing time, I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her. This time, there was no resistance at all. I invaded the girl’s mouth with my tongue and played with hers. It was so cute, the way she seemed not to know what to do, and trying to mimic my movements. I slid my hands down the sides of her body, ribs, waist, hips, then I cupped her tight little butt with my hands. As I ordered, no panties. Reaching further, the tips of my fingers touched her pussy, then I parted its lips, feeling her warmth.

Alissa gasped beautifully, her eyes on mine, her brows furrowing as a sweet response to the feeling.

“You’re such a good girl,” I say while dipping the tip of a finger slightly in and out of her entrance. She’s wet. The only thing she’s able to do is part her lips and start panting, her eyes narrow. I can see I got her by surprise, and she instinctively moves up and down on her feet following the movement of my fingers. I don’t consider that fighting me, but a natural reaction. I feel myself pulsating hard inside my pants.

Not being able to control myself, I take her by the arm and drag her with me into the living room. She follows me clumsily, losing balance because of how sudden it happened. When we got there, I practically shoved her on the couch’s arm.

“Hands on the couch, butt up, baby girl,” I ordered, while already unzipping my pants and freeing my erection. I didn’t know what came over me. Suddenly, all I could think of was fucking that girl.

I didn’t even have time to answer, as soon as she bent forward, I had already slipped her dress up to her ribs. When I rubbed my dick on her wet little pussy and it mistakenly touched the tiny and rosy little back entrance, she recoiled, and bowed her back in fear. It didn’t bother me.

I lay a hand over the small of her back and push it down, making her lift her little butt. “Don’t do that. It doesn’t look good. If I am behind you, you arch your back and over me your pretty little butt, always.”

“Y-Yes, Master…” She says, terrified, and she stays exactly as I left her, trembling all over.

Alissa thought I was fucking her butt already. I loved her retracting like that, as it just proved my point: she could act as submissive as she wanted, but she was still the frightened, inexperienced, impressionable little girl I met some days ago.

I position my rod in between the lips of her still pristine looking entrance, and I push it forward and inside of her. I feel yet again that sensation of her entrance resisting bravely, just so the head of my cock can abruptly pop inside of her.

“Agh!” She gasps in surprise, then she moans for me, letting her head bend forward. “Ah-Ahh!”

“Ooh…” I let out a satisfied groan as soon as I slip some more of my cock inside of her and I can feel her hot, tight insides again. I realized how much I was actually eager to be inside of her, to feel her in my possession once more. I start to move in and out, slowly, and she starts moaning… Alissa was moaning softly, her smooth voice soaked in pleasure, but in reluctance at the same time. It sounded as if she was about to cry, even though I knew pretty well she wasn’t. The girl wasn’t in tune with the things her own body felt. It seemed that the pleasure made her feel guilty, made her feel uncomfortable, but that she craved for it somehow. Her pussy was wet. Not as wet as a depraved girl like Ashley would be, but wetter than I ever noticed her to be.

While more and more of me slid inside of her, I instinctively started to push harder, to hump her… But, for some reason, at least for now, I was careful. I decided to let the young girl feel pleasure only, feel how it felt to be properly fucked without worry. I got her long hair in my hand, and I pushed back firmly yet not violently, making her bend her head back.

I bent forward while still fucking her in a slow pace, and I whispered in her ear, “Good girls deserve a prize. Just relax and enjoy, sweetheart.” Then, I started to pummel her harder, but never going too deep.

Alissa gasped after I said that, then started moaning in a breathy voice and panting at the same pace in which I fucked her. After what felt like forty seconds later, I realized something: I had absolutely no idea of how warm, or how tight, that girl’s pussy could actually be. My baby girl stopped shaking while her insides started squeezing me even tighter as the rest of her body relaxed. Holy fuck… I could feel her juices really flowing for the first time, and how hot she was getting! The way it felt good having to push fiercely in and out to be able to fuck that overly tight pussy switched to the pleasure of sliding in and out while squeezed by something even more inviting, tighter, as I didn’t imagine would be possible.

“Alissa!” I called her name, surprised, already fighting with myself not to reach an orgasm and end this too soon.

“Ah-Aoh-Uh-Ma-Master?” She asked with a dreamy voice, then the young girl started to pant louder, and I began to feel her insides twitching.

“Come for me! Come for your Master! Come on!” I encouraged her… And her reaction changed almost instantly.

Her slender, long, legs started to lightly shake. Her insides started to contract tightly against my dick. The moans disappeared, as she just gasped fast and loud now. I kept fucking her steadly, at the exact same speed always.

Then, the young girl gave me a nice show. Her whole body went stiff, her legs and arms tense, her body rocking softly to the rhythm of my thrusts. The gasping sound disappeared, and she started to groan and seemed to cry at the same time, while reaching a crescendo at the end, “Ah-gu-gah-huh-huuh-HUUUH! UUUUUGH! GU-UH-UHHHHHH” All of this while her pussy contracted like crazy with me inside of her. It was beautiful watching such an innocent girl going through something as intense as that. Not that I haven’t put her in situations that would be way more intense than that, but that one was personal. The young girl was experiencing what her body alone was able to do to her when her arousal reached its limit. I had a glimpse of what the future had in store for us, as I knew I’d never have the courage to do anything too extreme to her body, or really damage her somehow. That, I’d keep for Ashley, the girl I didn’t really care about.

Alissa’s upper body fell limp on the couch, breathing hard, her hips propped up by the arm of the couch. I decided to stop before I came.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her, turning her over, and laying her over the couch, me on top of her. I could move the girl with no resistance at all.

Without giving her any time to rest, I inserted myself again into that warm, tight young pussy. She threw her head back in shock, feeling the intrusion yet again, so soon after her orgasm, and her beautiful long legs started to shake again instantly. Then, she looked at me at the same time I started moving inside of her again, her brow furrowed, her mouth open in that “O” shape. I could tell by the twitching inside that she was having a continuous orgasm, and it was making her crazy with pleasure. Alissa’s pussy was absolutely soaked, squeezing me tight as hell, making lewd and sloshy noises.

She just breathed hard, not moaning or groaning, her chest heaving furiously. That gave me an idea.

I closed my hands around her neck, and I squeezed it while I fucked her. The girl looked at me in desperation, and she started to cry openly, terrified. “N-No! Please, no!” And she grabbed my forearms with her hands.

Oh my God, I thought. She thought I was trying to kill her.

“Shh… Do you trust me?” I said, not stopping. Alissa still cried loudly, so I asked again, “Do you!?”

She looked at me, eyes wide open, and she mouthed a “Yes” with the little air she had left, and she let go of my forearms.

“So, just go through it as I want you to.”

I squeezed her neck a little tighter, paying attention to let her breath once in a while, as I increased the pace and started pummeling in and out of her fiercely. Alissa started choking, looking at the ceiling with a lost, desperate gaze, but her pussy still contracted, pulsated, as yet another orgasm struck her young body. She was so tight around me that anything that went on with her, I could feel through there. Alissa started coughing, gasping for air, shaking all over, with her delicate fingers clawing the air… Then, as I reached my orgasm and pushed myself carelessly too deep inside of her, hitting her bottom once again, the girl started convulsing, thrashing, feeling another powerful orgasm wash over her while her lungs burned without air. She was trapped in a state between losing consciousness by choking and losing it due to her non-stop orgasms. I moaned at the same time she tried to scream, her little hands closing into fists. Her cute face was absolute red when I let go of all I had deep inside of her.

I groaned loudly while releasing my seed straight to the entrance to her womb. I let go of her neck and I reached for her cheeks with my both hands.

“Good girl, good girl…” I said while caressing her cheeks, and watched her coming back to me. She looked at me, still crying, and I kissed her. I withdrew my member from inside of her, to which she gasped, and I let my body lay on top of hers. “That’s it. That’s what I want from you. See, you’re ok.”

Alissa gasped still, trying to catch her breath, and she looked me in the eyes while she cried softly.

“You’re ok, sweetheart. And you made me really happy right now,” I said hugging her.

“D-Did I?” She asked softly, sobbing.

“Yes! Yes, you did!” I affirmed, and she sniffed. “I’ll do a lot more things like this, and you’ll have to endure it. This is how this is going to work. I’ll fuck you, I’ll abuse you, I’ll humilliate you, I’ll beat you… You don’t need to like any of it. In fact, I prefer that you don’t, so I know you are going through it just to satiate my wishes. You just have to know you are satisfying me. Do that, make me happy, and I’ll make you happy. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes.”

“What are you?”

“I-I’m your s-slave.”

“That’s right,” I say, and I slap her left breast softly, making her wince. “And what will you do for me?”

“A-Anything,” she finally said in a soft tone, not thinking twice.

It all felt so twisted, so wicked, I loved it. I felt extremely excited, and I kissed her again, harshly, taking her mouth with mine.

I got up and took her in my arms, then I took her upstairs. I brought her to the white room. It was a room I had prepared with mirrors all over the place, but the floor was white, as it was the huge circular bed in it center, the linens, covers, the little we could see from the wall that wasn’t covered in the reflective material. The idea was for me to be able to see the girl from any angle as I did whatever the hell I had in plans, as the girl would be able to see her reflection as well. Moreover, they could see my face at any time, while I had my wicked wishes fulfilled by them, whether they wanted it or not.

In Alissa’s case, it was time for her to give me access to yet another unexplored part of her.

I dropped her onto the bed, then I started to caress all of her body, while she gasped. For a moment, I just laid there with her. I was gentle, loving, and there was no reason not to be. Apart from her shaking, not only she looked like she had already recovered from the scare I put her through downstairs, but now she seemed to melt at my touch. If somebody saw us right now, they’d believe we were lovers. Thinking straight, in a way, I think we were. For as much as I’d like to deny, and I’d never tell her, what we had was a relationship, and if I said I didn’t feel anything for that girl, I’d be lying. I proved that to myself when I was with Ashley. Anything I saw, anything I felt, I’d compare it to what Alissa offered me, and she would win. The other girl was of easier access, it would be simpler to have her around, and I would be able to push for more extreme stuff right off the bat. Yet, I’d prefer to struggle with Alissa. It was a more real experience altogether, and something new. I had girls like Ashley before. Not as cute, not as young, but just as much willing to succumb to me. For girls like Ashley, it was all a game, a hard game with something to win from it. To Alissa, it was all about me. I was what she wanted, and I could feel it every single time I had her after our first time together.

“Do you have any idea of how delicious you are?” I asked, while sideways laying on top of her, my leg in between hers, one of my hands on her face, the other cupping her tight little butt.

“Am I?” She answered coily. “I don’t know. Nobody ever told me.”

“I am telling you. You are gorgeous, and you are delicate… So sensitive…” I said while sliding my finger over her crotch, rubbing at her little asshole and then sinking just the tip of my finger inside her wet, tight entrance, where I started a circular motion.

She just gasped, while looking deep inside my eyes. Hers were half-closed, dreamy, and her lashes were so thick and long that I could barely see those black orbs staring at me. Alissa opened her mouth in a silent moan, and they stayed like this while I carefully made circular motions with my finger inside her invitingly warm and wet entrance.

“You know what I’m going to do to you now, don’t you?” I asked, intentionally breaking our nice moment.

“Yes… I guess I know.”

“So, why don’t you put yourself in all four already? If you keep being a good girl I’ll even use a little lube to make things easier for you,” I said and, surprisingly, she rolled onto her stomach, then, she propped herself onto her hands and knees. “What a good girl you are,” I cheered.

I got up, and I went to a hidden drawer beside the only door the room had. There, I pressed the bottom part of a divided panel covered by a mirror, and it popped open to reveal a huge drawer which was full of things to use on the girls, as a variety of lubes, oils, chemicals, restraints, vibrators, and dildos, all organized in compartiments and boxes. As I wasn’t trying to be mean to her - yet - I got a water based lube, and I went back to bed.

She looked at me through the mirror in front of me. That was exactly what I wanted when I ordered the room to be built like this. She had her beautiful behind towards me, but I could still see her face, while she could also see me. Alissa looked apprehensive, what was comprehensible, as she saw me coming back to her with the pot of lube in hand. For some reason, maybe because of how empowered I felt, I looked even bigger, more muscular, my body even larger, wider than hers. My cock was already standing erect, bulging. If I was her, knowing what I planned to do with that thick, long thing, I’d be terrified as well.

I knelt behind her, her heart-shaped butt trembling, I put some of the lube on my index finger, and I started rubbing the little pink button of her rear entrance. Alissa gasped softly, then louder as I pushed the finger in. The girl closed her eyes and winced beautifully.

“Let’s see if you did a good job here,” I said while moving my finger in and out of her tight little hole. It came out clean, but not only that, she had shaved herself there. “Good slave, all neat and clean for her master,” I said in an appreciative tone. “Now, listen, if you want this to go as painless as possible, you need to relax here. I’m not gonna lie, though. The first time is said to hurt a lot, and I want it to hurt. Unless you lied to me, that’s what is going to happen.”

“I-I never lied to you…” She said with a grimace, visibly already feeling terrible just by the feeling of my finger going smoothly in and out of her.

“Perfect. Always tell me the truth. It will be better for you if you do. Are you ready?” I asked while taking my dick in my hand, rubbing it, and preparing myself to fuck that beautiful behind of hers.

“N-No, I’m not.” Alissa said, almost crying.

“I didn’t expect you to be, to be honest,” I said, then I positioned myself behind her, touched her entrance with my throbbing cock, and I mercilessly pushed forward while holding her tightly by the waist with my hands.

“Huuuuungh!” The young girl groaned while the tip of my rod slid in… Two seconds later, after the pain reached her brain, she gasped loudly, then she screamed, “AAAUGH!”

Alissa seemed to try and unconsciously crawl forward, and I tightened my grip on her hips, “Try to avoid this, and I’ll punish you!”

I moved a little bit back, then I pushed forward again, more of me sliding inside of her tight hole that was squeezing me so tightly.

“HUUUUNGH!” She groaned through gritted teeth as she felt me stretching her even more, getting deeper.

Two more back and forths, and I was already fucking her. Alissa started to groan and scream loudly, her high-pitched and desperate tone was music to my ears. She never tried to run again, she just took it as I ordered, as a good little whore. The girl cried, winced, cowered, cringed, all depending on how deep I went, or how hard I pushed it inside of her. I could see it all through the mirror. I could also see, when I looked down to admire my work, that my cock was already coming out of her with a reddish tone mixed with the moist inside of her. I imagined she would bleed a little, it was expected, it happened.

“HUUUNGH! AOH-AAAAAUGH! GUUUUH!” My young slave punctuated with agonizing howls every in and out.

It didn’t feel as tight as her pussy, even though her sphincter was squeezing me as tight as possible, as the girl couldn’t relax a bit. However, just the sight of it, of her struggle, the amazing feeling of being able to ravish a girl like her like that, a girl convinced that she was doing what she had to do to satisfy me, that was enough to make me enjoy it. A lot.

She was being such a good girl throughout that evening, that I decided not to prolong her suffering too much. Alissa had already fallen on her face, biting the mattress to try and appease the pain she felt on her behind, struggling with the sensation of that big thing so deep inside of her. When I felt an orgasm coming, I didn’t try to stop it. I just fucked her rougher, faster, and I let it come.

“AHHH-AHHHH-AOOH-AUUUGH-GAHHHHHH!” Her screaming got frantic, her voice cut by the banging of my pelvis against her butt, making her violently rock back and forth. Then, as a final note, I pushed everything in before I’d release my cum inside of her bowels. That made my cock hit her insides hard, making the girl hunch her back and utter one of those sharp, desperate screams that she graced me with when I did something to her that took her to her limit. “YAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHHH!”

I stopped, my cock still deeply buried inside of her, while I pumped everything I had to her bowels. She just gasped, and let out pained and broken little moans. Alissa seemed to be in shock. At least until I slowly took it out of her. I don’t know exactly what happened. I don’t know if the bulgy head of my cock grazed on something that was really hurt, I don’t know if it was the contact of her hurt sphincter with my sperm… But she inhaled deeply, making a sharp noise, as if that had hurt her a lot. I put my hands on her butt, and I spread it, to take a look at her vandalized little butthole. It gaped a little, and it was red, dripping of cum, her inside moist, and blood. That time, I had really abused that girl. It was time to see how much of an influence I had over her.

“Baby girl, I’m not finished. Put yourself on all fours again.” I demanded.

Alissa cried even more openly, gasping, coughing.

Can you imagine how beautiful it was when I saw her forcing her trembling, abused body, to prop herself on hands and knees again in front of me?

I couldn’t see her face, as her head was down and her long and beautiful dark brown hair fell like a veil, covering it. She couldn’t see mine either, so the girl couldn’t see the wicked, satisfied smile on my face.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and chest, and I pulled her back, making her kneel in front of me, her back laying on my chest. Then, I hugged her, and I fondly kissed her neck while her head fell to the side, exhausted.

“Alissa, I love you. I want you to know that. I’ll take care of you now.”

The girl erupted in a heartfelt crying that didn’t seem to have an end.