Pixie Isobella

‘Do you want me fuck you in the main room? Right in front of everyone, where your stupid ex-boyfriend will see that I get to stick my dick inside you, and he can’t? Or shall I take you to a private space so that I’ve got you all to myself?’ The answer was so easy that Isobel spoke without thinking. ‘B-both.’ Eddie grinned, a hard, smug smile. ‘Both, Master.’

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(Chapter 1 is here.)

Pleasure Toy: Chapter 4

‘Both, Master,’ Eddie corrected Isobel with a hard, smug smile.

‘I’m s-sorry M-master. Y-yes, Master.’ For some reason, Isobel felt compelled to respond to him, even though she hated the feeling that each time she called him her Master, she would fall deeper under his spell.

He is a bad man and I shouldn’t be obeying him.

But you like it, her brain reminded her, and internally, Isobel agreed. Something deep inside her twinged in embarrassment and fear and — paradoxically — sheer lust each time she called him ‘Master’. It didn’t seem fair, when she didn’t even like him.

Don’t you? Her brain asked.

Eddie’s voice brought her back to reality. Reality was her sitting in Eddie’s car, dressed in clothes so revealing that she felt naked, waiting for him to drive her to a party so he could let his friends grope her, and then he could fuck her. And she had agreed to all of this.

‘Let’s have a look at you,’ Eddie murmured. His eyes ran down the full length of her body and Isobel felt herself holding her breath. She loved the feeling of his eyes on her body but also she felt so very exposed.

She was wearing a sparkly black wraparound top that clung to her body to just below her hips and a tiny dark red miniskirt made from the same tight stretchy fabric that covered her hips and barely anything else at all. Right now, she was very aware of her lack of panties.

Eddie dropped his fingers to stroke the exposed skin of Isobel’s upper thigh, the generous helping of bare skin between her fishnet stay-up stockings and the skirt hem.

‘I like this part of you,’ he murmured, his eyes watching his fingers as if mesmerised. ‘I like looking at you here, knowing that later I’m going to be buried balls deep inside you, my hips grinding against this soft flesh. I like knowing that I own that sweet little hole and I can do whatever I want to it.’

Iosbel shivered at his words. Part of her just wanted to get the evening over and done with already. But she knew Eddie would string it out, deliberately forcing her to feel his dominion over her every minute of the way.

Eddie looked up and met her gaze. ‘Let’s get your training started. You’re pretty smart, it shouldn’t take you too long.’ Isobel felt her eyes widen in shock as he kept talking. ‘Let’s teach you your rules for driving in my car, shall we?’

Isobel nodded warily, then seeing his eyes narrowing at her, she muttered quickly, ‘Yes, M-master’. She felt awkward and exposed calling him that but he had told her to do it and each time she did, she felt a needy tremor run through her groin.

You will call me ‘Master’.

You don’t say ‘no’ to me.

If you want to stop, you say ‘red’. Everything else means ‘yes’.

Or rather, he had said, if you don’t need to call red, I don’t really care what you want. Nothing I do to you is about you.

This was a more intensely submissive experience that Isobel had had before and she found herself watching him with big open eyes, waiting for what he would do or say next. Eddie grinned at her and she could see that he was very much enjoying himself, enjoying playing with her.

‘First of all,’ he spoke, his words clear and cold, not allowing any negotiation. ‘Your legs are always apart. And when I say ‘always’, I mean always. Let’s help you out, shall we?’

He leaned across towards her, his hands stroking down her legs, then he reached down between her knees. He picked up a strap from off the floor beneath her feet and Isobel realised it was attached to the underside of the seat. She gasped in shock as he wrapped it twice around her left thigh above her knee, then fastened it against the side of the car seat, roughly jerking her knee to the edge of the car seat.

Isobel felt her breath quickening as he repeated the process on her right knee. Almost before she had even processed what was happening, both her knees were tied wide to the front of the car seat. Instinctively, she tried to pull her knees back together, and she couldn’t.

Eddie chuckled at her reaction, lifting his hand to caress her face again.

‘You’re going to sit like this whenever you’re in my car, my little whore. But you like it, don’t you? Say, ‘yes, Master’.’

‘Y-yes, Master,’ Isobel whimpered with a voice that felt pale and nervous. Actually, she didn’t know if she liked her legs like this or not — particularly not with the super short skirt and no panties — and it felt unfair for him to order her to tell him she liked it. Her ever-helpful mind delivered another memory of his voice in her ear.

You’ll like what I tell you to like.

Stupidly, the very thought turned her on. Ruefully, Isobel knew that part of her did enjoy the things she was told to enjoy. But she still tugged unavailingly at the restraints on her knees. It was a little thing, really. Eddie had already seen all of her at the gangbang six weeks ago.

But that was six weeks ago. Isobel had had plenty of time to start feeling shy again since then. She felt so exposed and embarrassed by his rough and ready treatment of her.

It’s your cunt I’m really interested in.

I’ll push your legs apart to access your hole whenever I want.

She felt herself pulling automatically at the straps, trying to pull her legs closed, and getting turned on by the feeling that she couldn’t. The smug smile in Eddie’s eyes told her that he could see what she was trying to do and he was enjoying watching her.

‘I’m going to enjoy teaching you to always keep your legs apart,’ he murmured. ‘You’re going to hate it and I’m going to do it anyway, and then you’re going to accept it. Like the good little blow-up doll that you are.’ He chuckled, rubbing his thumb across her lips. ‘Next rule, fuckhole.’

Isobel blushed at Eddie calling her that again. His hand dropped to her breasts and she whimpered in desire. She did so love it when people touched her breasts.

Eddie slid his hand straight inside her dress like he had in the park. He cupped one of her large breasts in his hand, his eyes grinning into hers, his thumb running teasingly back and forth across the nipple so that she gasped in desire. The feeling of him touching her nipple was running straight into her pussy, already wet from the toys inside her.

Eddie chuckled. ‘I forgot to say that your hands go by your sides.’ Isobel dropped her hands to rest on the car seat near her hips. Immediately, she felt more vulnerable. Eddie’s wide grin showed her that he knew exactly how she was feeling.

He kept talking. ‘Breasts on display. At. All. Times.’ Isobel breathed faster as he manhandled the breast he was touching outside her dress, pulling the large globe above the hem. She had worn a quarter-cup push-up bra, so even outside the dress, with the hem pushed down, her breast still sat high in the bra. She felt as though it filled the space in front of her body.

Eddie repeated the process with her other breast, casually pulling her dress aside and pulling her breast out on display.

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