Owning Brandon (excerpt)

Brandon

I escorted Tahlia into Nikolai’s club and scanned the area. My job was to make sure she stayed safe. By the orders of her father. I passed by Alexander and Tate and nodded. Alexander smirked, knowing how Tahlia effected me. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. 

Tahlia pulled me by the arm and squealed. “Come on, dance with me.”

“I’m not here to dance, I’m…”

She turned to me and gave me an icy glare. “Too bad. You’re going to dance with me.”

“Of course, Miss Tahlia.” I had to do as she asked, whether I wanted to or not.

She pulled me to the dance floor and wrapped her arms around my neck. She leaned into my neck, whispering in my ear. “Loosen up for me. Let’s just pretend were two people sharing an intimate moment.”

“This isn’t appropriate.”

“Do as I say. Do you want me to tell Alexander how I walked in on you with your hand wrapped around your cock?”

“I-I… no.” I just hoped she didn’t know it was because of her I was doing that.

She raised a brow and smirked. “I heard you moaning a name. It was mine.”

“I… please, Tahlia.”

“Do you know how sexy it was hearing my name come out of your mouth? I bet you’re hard for me right now, yes?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. “I’m sorry Miss Tahlia. I’m so ashamed.”

She took my chin in her hand and whispered. “Never be ashamed to give into the dark side, Brandon. Look at me, my love.”

I opened my eyes and met her soft gaze. “Miss…”

“Come with me to the back. I want to try something with you.”

“W-what? Y-you mean where all the sex happens?!”

“Don’t be scared, Brandon. Trust me like I trust you.”

I let her guide me to the back, my heart thumping against my chest. I did trust her, but I also knew this would be crossing a line. We entered an empty room and she trapped me to the wall. “Do you know what a submissive is?”

I swallowed thickly and nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

Woah.
Where the fuck did that come from?

She smiled. “So, you do know about being dominant and submissive? I want you to sit down on that chair and put your arms behind the back of it. Show me how far you’re willing to go for me.”

I sat down on the chair and put my arms behind the chair. Tahlia circled me and walked behind the chair. I felt her pull something between the bars and cold metal around my wrists.

Click.
Click.

Tahlia stood and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Are you hard for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Tahlia stepped around to the front and unzipped my pants, pulling my swollen member out. She wrapped her hands around it and squeezed hard. She released my cock and tapped her chin. “You look so good like this.”

“Please, touch me.”

Tahlia reached down and ran her finger down my member, scraping her nail against my cock. “Fuuck!”

I felt a sharp sting across my cheek, making me growl in anger. “What the hell?!”

“Language, my pet.” Tahlia cooed.

My chest heaved up and down as she began to pump me in her hand. I felt tingles run through my body as she stroked me faster. Just as I was about to reach my orgasm, she stopped. “Please, finish me, Mistress.”

“Not yet. I’m going to teach you a lesson in control. Hold it in as much as you can.”

She stroked me a few more times, then stopped again. My breath hitched when she ran her fingernail down my throbbing member. She wrapped her hand around me again and repeated her actions. Over and over. Until I was on the verge of tears. My balls ached more each time she stopped.

“Please, I need to… to come.” I begged desperately.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please Mistress, may I come?”

“No. Not until we get back home and get you properly ready.” Tahlia said, tucking my cock back inside my pants and zipped them back up. 

She walked around the back and unlocked the cuffs. “Come Brandon, let’s go home so we can test your boundaries.”

I escorted her out and drove back to Nikolai’s estate. I followed her inside, my cock throbbing in my pants. She stopped at her door and turned to me. “My father isn’t home. The only people here are Markus and Vladimir. That gives us some time to explore your body. I want you to go inside and strip off your clothes. Lie back on my bed and wait for me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I’ll be right behind you. I just need to go get a few things.”

I entered her room and took off my clothes. Lying back on the bed, I looked down at my hardened member. I closed my eyes and sighed. “Fuck, Brandon, what have you gotten yourself into?”

Tahlia’s nails scraped down my chest as she straddled my waist. I was aching under my shorts as her sex brushed against my cock. She took my left wrist, holding it up to the headboard and secured it with the rope. Her breasts pressed to my face as she tied the knot, my cock twitching painfully. I heard her chuckle at my discomfort as she secured my other wrist, leaving my completely at her mercy.

“Mistress, please.” A strangled moan came out as a whimper.

Tahlia leaned back and cupped my chin harshly, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already begging me, Slave.”

Tahlia raised off my lap and ripped off my shorts, making my cock spring free. It stood proudly as she traced her finger over the tip, wiping the pre-cum from the tip. My hips bucked as she spread the wetness around the head. Her fingers wrapped around the length and stroked it a few times, before retracting her hands. She stood up and removed her robe, leaving her dressed in a leather bra and panties. I parted my lips as she walked over to the table and leaned over the table.

Tahlia looked behind her and smiled, “Crop or whip? Which one does my pet desire?”

I leaned my head forward and said, “Crop, Mistress.”

She picked up the crop and turned around, smacking it against her palm. I inhaled sharply and exhaled breathlessly as she stood over me. Tahlia ran the crop down my neck and trailed it down my chest. I let out a whimper when she smacked my chest, making her softly chuckle.

“Please...”

“My sweet, does my slave want me to touch him?” She asked, striking my nipple with the crop.

“Ohhh, yes!”
She let the crop drop down to my cock, tracing my length. I bucked my hips as she cupped my balls. I was so hard… aching for my Mistress to touch me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, pumping me hard and fast. My toes curled as she continued to stroke me faster. I let out a moan as she slowed down, preventing me from releasing.

I knew the rules.
No coming without Mistress allowing me to do so.

I leaned my head back, closing my eyes as she stroked up and down ever so gently. Without knowing what I was doing, I could feel my orgasm coming closer. She released my cock as I opened my eyes and gave me a wicked smile. Ropes of white string landed on my stomach as I came on my stomach and chest.

“Mmmm, fuck. I can’t stop it, Mistress.” I bucked my hips, dry humping the air.

Tahlia clicked her tongue and brought the crop down on my cock hard. Pain spread through my body as she watched me ride out my orgasm. Each time I grunted, she struck me on my dick. I was on fire, but that didn’t stop me from finishing my orgasm. When I let out a final moan, she ran her finger over the liquid staining my chest.

She brought her fingers to my mouth and hissed. “Taste yourself, slave.”

I sucked my cum off her finger and moaned against her. “Mistress.”

“You like eating your cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m a dirty cum drinking whore.”