9
The drive to the nearby upscale mall was torture. The toy buzzed steadily against her G-spot, and every shift in the seat reminded her of the faint knife mark on her thigh. Brent kept one hand on her leg, occasionally turning the vibrations higher when they stopped at lights.
At the mall, they walked through the stores like a normal couple.
Brent’s hand stayed on the small of her back or around her waist, but he’d lean in and murmur commands: “Spread your legs a little wider while you look at that dress.”
The vibrator intensified in the dressing room area.
Tanya tried on clothes while the toy buzzed relentlessly, forcing her to bite back moans in the small stall.
In one larger changing room, Brent slipped inside with her.
He locked the door, pushed her against the mirror, and hiked her dress up.
“Look how wet you are,” he growled, fingers sliding through her folds around the toy.
He pulled the vibrator out briefly, replaced it with two thick fingers, and fucked her while pressing the flat of a small folding knife (discreetly carried) against her belly under the dress.
The cool metal against her skin, the risk of someone hearing or knocking on the door, and his fingers curling inside her had Tanya shaking. She came quietly, clenching around him, the faint knife mark on her thigh throbbing in reminder.
Brent wasn’t satisfied. They left the store and headed to the parking garage.
In the car, parked on an upper level with limited cameras, he pulled her into the backseat again.
This time he was rougher. He stripped the dress off her completely, leaving her in just the collar and plug, and had her ride him reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass.
The knife came out again—flat side tracing her spine and ass cheeks while she bounced on his thick cock. “Anyone could walk by and see you like this,” he taunted, turning the vibrations back on with the remote even as he fucked her. “My collared slut getting fucked in broad daylight.”
Tanya rode him desperately, the danger making her wetter.
Brent spanked her, pulled her hair, and used the knife to lightly scratch new faint lines on her hips.
When a car door slammed nearby—someone parking a few spots away—the thrill pushed them both over.
Tanya came hard, muffling her cries against her arm.
Brent followed, pumping her full of cum while holding the blade steady against her skin.
They stayed like that for a while, his cock softening inside her, cum leaking around the plug as another car passed.
The risk of being seen only made him hard again.
He fucked her once more in the backseat—missionary this time, slower and deeper, knife tracing her tits and belly while whispering breeding promises.
By the time they drove home, Tanya was thoroughly used, marked under her clothes, and leaking his cum down her thighs. The public risk combined with the knife’s edge had deepened her submission even further.
Back home, Brent didn’t let her clean up immediately. He bent her over the kitchen island and took her again, reminding her that every mark, every load, every thrill belonged to him.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains in Brent’s spacious living room, casting warm golden stripes across the hardwood floor and the large sectional couch.
Tanya sat curled on Brent’s lap in nothing but a soft, oversized robe that barely covered her thighs.
The black leather collar was hidden beneath a delicate silk scarf, the silver “Daddy’s” tag cool against her skin.
A medium jeweled plug stretched her ass, and the small remote vibrator rested deep inside her pussy, currently on a low, teasing pulse that made her inner walls flutter.
Brent’s big hand rested possessively on her thigh, his thumb stroking lazy circles. The house smelled faintly of the coffee they’d had earlier and the clean, masculine scent of his skin.
The phone on the coffee table rang.
Tanya glanced at the screen. Sarah.
Brent’s eyes darkened with immediate, wicked amusement. He picked up the phone, put it on speaker, and answered before Tanya could protest.
“Hey, Sarah,” he said smoothly, his deep voice calm and friendly. “Tanya’s right here with me. I’ll put you on speaker.”
“Tanya! Oh my god, finally!” Sarah’s cheerful voice filled the room. “I’ve been texting you for days. Are you okay? I heard about the housing thing and that you’re staying with your dad’s friend Brent?”
Tanya opened her mouth to answer, but Brent was already moving. He shifted her on his lap so she straddled him, facing away, and tugged the robe open. His thick, heavy cock—already hard and hot—slid between her slick folds. The vibrator inside her buzzed a little higher as he turned the remote.
“I’m… I’m good,” Tanya managed, her voice slightly breathy as Brent notched the fat head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in slowly.
The stretch was intense, her pussy still tender from the day before.
She could feel every veiny inch dragging along her walls, the vibrator pressed tight between his shaft and her G-spot.
The wet sound of her pussy taking him was obscene in the quiet room. Brent’s large hands gripped her hips, guiding her down until she was fully seated on his thick length. Her ass pressed against his lap, the plug shifting inside her with the movement.
Sarah kept talking, oblivious. “So what’s it like staying there? Is it weird being with your dad’s best friend?”
Brent’s breath was hot against the back of her neck. He whispered right into her ear, voice low and filthy so only she could hear over Sarah’s chatter.
“Tell her how good it feels, baby. Tell her how full you are right now with Daddy’s cock stretching this tight little cunt.”
Tanya swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady while Brent started fucking her in slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. Every thrust made the plug in her ass press deeper, the vibrator buzzing steadily, and his heavy balls brushing against her.
“It’s… really nice,” she said, gripping the arm of the couch. “Brent’s been taking great care of me.”
Brent’s hand slid around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles. He leaned in again, lips brushing her ear.
“Good girl. Now tell her you love being under the same roof as him. That you feel safe… and owned.”
Tanya’s breath hitched. Brent thrust up harder, the head of his cock nudging her cervix. The wet, rhythmic sound of her pussy being fucked was getting louder. She prayed Sarah couldn’t hear it through the phone.
“I do,” Tanya said, voice trembling slightly. “It feels really safe here. Brent makes me feel… protected.”
Brent’s low chuckle vibrated through his chest and into her back. He turned the vibrator up another notch. The sudden stronger buzzing against her G-spot made her thighs shake.
Sarah laughed on the other end. “Aww, that’s sweet. So are you thinking about staying long-term? Like, is this a permanent thing?”
Brent’s hand covered Tanya’s mouth gently but firmly. He fucked her harder now—deep, controlled strokes that made her pussy squelch wetly around him. His other hand reached up under the scarf to tug lightly on the collar tag.
“Answer her,” he whispered darkly. “Tell her you’re never leaving. That this is where you belong now.”
Tanya’s eyes fluttered. The sensory overload was overwhelming—the stretch of his cock, the fullness of the plug, the relentless buzz of the toy, the way his fingers circled her clit, the faint scent of sex already starting to fill the air, and Sarah’s innocent voice still talking on the phone.
“I… I think I’m staying,” Tanya managed, her voice tight with pleasure. “For a while. Maybe longer.”
Brent rewarded her by pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room. He mouthed against her ear, “That’s my good breeding slut. Gonna fill this womb while your friend chats with you.”
Sarah was still rambling about visiting sometime soon when Brent’s fingers sped up on her clit. Tanya came hard, her pussy clamping down rhythmically around his cock, a gush of wetness soaking his lap. She bit her lip to stay silent, body trembling.
Brent groaned quietly into her hair and kept fucking her through it, his thrusts turning shorter and harder.
The call finally wound down. “Okay, well, text me when you have time! Love you!”
“Love you too,” Tanya managed weakly as Brent ended the call.