Anything for Him: Dominated (#1) Page 3

  The chairs grouped around a small table were all of the softest leather, they sank into them and immediately a gorgeous man with hair that had been foiled and highlighted to perfection appeared, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. At Danny’s nod the bottle was uncorked and the glasses half-filled.

  Quiet music and the subdued lighting helped to create the sense that they were sitting in a calm oasis and the hours passed in a rush of decadent fabrics sliding across her skin, the feeling of Danny’s eyes resting against her nudity when she was asked to strip in order to have her body measured.

  The boutique sent them a small dinner while clothing that would suit Meghan’s coloring and size were selected. The leggy blond came back holding three dresses over her slender arms that she declared fit for the night’s occasion. Danny examined them critically before asking her to show one.

  The gown was a gorgeous confection of scarlet silk and chiffon. Its bodice was tight and the skirt had a long slit up one side, just looking at it made Meghan feel sexy and somewhat wicked.

  Danny bought that gown and then several other dresses for the office. He also asked for a large selection of lingerie and then shoes. Meghan was a little confused by his lingerie choices: beautiful open cup corsets, stockings with ribbons and bows or with long black back seams, garters and several lace and silk robes but absolutely not one pair of underwear. The cost of the items was staggering and she was almost breathless at the amount of money he was spending.

  “I will settle my bill momentarily,” he said to the blonde, who gave him a knowing smile and asked, “Would you like the use of the dressing rooms?”

  “Yes.”

  Danny helped Meghan to her feet and she followed him silently to the small room that sat in a plant filled nook. The door closed firmly behind them and Meghan could feel desire rising as Danny said, “Put the black stockings and the matching garter belt on, then the red robe, you can wear the dress when we get to the party. I want your hair up for the evening as well.”

  Dressing while he watched was incredibly erotic. She took her time, sliding the stockings up her long legs gracefully. Her skin tingled as his fingers caressed the flesh of her back before he ruthlessly tightened the corset, lifting her breasts even higher and whittling her waist. He demanded the red stilettos with the thin straps that crisscrossed her ankles and she lost her breath when he knelt down and pulled a pair of tiny gold locks from his jacket pocket. His fingers slid along her instep as he snapped the locks closed. They hung heavy against the arch of her feet and the weight made her shiver with some emotion she could not name.

  Even more exciting was the ardor in his eyes when he stood up and looked at her. She could see her reflection in the large glass; she looked like a wanton siren and she was not sure how that had happened, or if she cared. She tried to keep her eyes down as he ran his fingers across her bare nipples but the throaty chuckle that came from his mouth told her he knew that his touch was turning her on.

  They exited the dressing room and made their way to the small and incredibly discreet office of the woman who owned the boutique, she handed Danny a black leather envelope and asked if his billing information was all the same.

  “Of course,” he replied.

  “I hope you enjoy your purchase.” Her eyes went to Meghan as she spoke and the meaning behind her words was far too clear. Meghan went rigid with anger but before he could reply Danny had her up and moving away and then out the door and down the stairs.

  It had grown dark outside and she paused on the sidewalk, taking a long and steadying breath. Danny’s hand pressed into her lower back, urging her on and she let herself be placed back in the limo.

  Once inside Danny said, “I want you to take that robe off, lie down and spread your legs, pull them back and up when you do.”

  Meghan gaped at him. “What?”

  “I won’t say it again.”

  Being made to strip was just as exciting and terrifying as it had been in his office. Cool air ran over the parts of her body that were exposed, she could feel it against the wetness between her thighs and she shuddered in wicked pleasure as she laid back on the seat, parting her legs and bringing them toward her chest as she had been instructed.

  Danny smiled as the pink glimmer of her pussy was revealed to him. He could see, even in the dimness, drops of pearly white fluid gathering around the wet slit. His cock grew harder as she unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes narrowing with passion.

  He reached into a compartment, pulling out a long vibrator whose end was a heavy round bulb. He put a condom over the rounded end and then he pulled a small bottle of lube out as well.

  Meghan gasped as his slick fingers slid into her without any warm up or warning. He thrust against her walls and her hips bucked wildly and involuntarily. Danny withdrew his dripping fingers and her desire spiraled out of control as he stuck those fingers into his mouth and sucked on them slowly and with obvious relish.

  Danny gave her a few seconds then his hand came down, slapping her pussy gently. She shrieked in surprise then pain. The pain was brief, however, the pleasure endured. His hand left behind a heated and stinging sensation, her clit jutted outward toward that hand. Danny slapped her pussy again and she whimpered while juices, oddly chilly, slid down her ass crack and pooled onto the seat below her.

  There was low purring sound and Meghan moaned in total surrender as the vibrator touched her swollen clit. The friction was intense, incredible and her ass muscles clenched as she raised herself up, her mouth opening in a soundless plea.

  The car rolled through the night and she could see colorful lights streaking past overhead, reminding her of stars.

  “Please,” she begged, “Please will you fuck me?”

  The words made her feel shame but the weighted locks swinging against her ankles made her feel safe and secure in a way that she never had. Her hands clawed at the seat, her feet kicked as she tried to hold off the orgasm that was rolling through her.

  The vibrator was removed and she sobbed, her fingers going to her clit. His hands yanked those fingers away before she could do anything more than touch that hard bud at the top of her slippery mound.

  Danny slid his cock free of his slacks and said, “get on the floor.’

  She managed it. The corset made it difficult and the area was cramped but she found a way to settle herself between his splayed open legs. He sheathed his prick in a thin latex condom and then he held her by the back of her neck.

  “Suck my cock,” he ordered and she did. Her mouth opened wide and she took him in, working her head down the shaft while her tongue swirled and rubbed against the heavy veins that ran across it. She worked her tongue against the small ridge that separated the helmet from the shaft while her hand pumped the heavy weight up and down in time with her mouth’s movements. She felt a sense of utter triumph when Danny let out a short hard gasp and his hips jerked up at her face.

  She moved lower, taking his heavy balls into her mouth, sucking them and licking. His sooty pubic hair tickled her nose and she waited until she felt his balls tightening to move back to the throbbing hardness of his prick. Smears of pre-come marked the inside of the condom and she wished she could taste it but she contented herself with sucking even harder in order to apply greater pressure. The smell of his maleness was causing her pussy to twitch and leak fluids, her nipples were hard and taut and she worked harder, determined to make him come.

  That was not to be, however. Danny grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head off of his cock. “Get back on that seat,” he growled.

  She complied, lying down in the position he had commanded her to assume earlier. Danny positioned himself between her slender thighs then guided his hardness inside her snug and oiled walls. “Yes!” she cried as he reached down, tugging at her nipples with unrelenting fingers.

  The vibrator came back and the dual sensations were too much for her. "Fuck my cock," Danny said through gritted teeth, “be a good girl and fuck my cock. I am
allowing you to have it, now show me why you are worth it.’

  Meghan slammed her ass higher, greedily taking every inch of him inside herself, the vibrator made her clit ache and her pussy clamped down tighter on his hot prick, making her cry out in a pleasure so powerful that she could not even form words. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she twisted her head from side to side as her orgasm drew nearer.

  “I own you.” Danny said hoarsely. “I own every inch of you. This is my body to use whenever I want to. I own your pussy, your mouth and your ass if that is what I want. I own you; all of you and you will serve me for as long as it pleases me. Say it, tell me who owns you.”

  “You own me!” Meghan screamed. “Please! I want to come!”

  “Then you better ask. You have to ask for that, you cannot just want it.”

  Please may I come?” Meghan panted,” Please may I come on your cock sir?’

  “Good girl,” Danny cooed and then he slammed deeper into her while he pushed the vibrator closer to her sopping wet hole. The sensation of her pussy clenching and unclenching on his cock hurtled him toward his own orgasm and he came with his cock buried deep inside her juddering slit.

  He waited until she began to come down from the wave of pleasure and then he withdrew his cock. Maneuvering up to her face he jammed his cock between her parted lips with the words, “You made a big mess on my cock. Now you clean it up.”

  Shame and shock went to war inside Meghan. The taste of her own pussy both thrilled and disgusted her. The sugary salty stickiness dripped down her throat and clung to her teeth, his cock was not flaccid yet and he tilted her head so that she gagged slightly as he drove it deeper into her face.

  “If you keep it hard it will be going back in your pussy,” Danny said and shame evaporated as she began to suck harder. Danny watched her head bob with both amusement and pleasure. He was proud of her; she was rapidly turning into the woman he had always wanted. He wondered if she would remain that loyal and obedient if she knew what it was he had in mind for her family. That thought erased his pleasure and he felt himself going soft in her mouth.

  He removed himself and took off the condom. Meghan watched him with huge eyes and he knew he should reassure her that she had done well so he wrapped her in his arms, stroking her back while he murmured good girl into her ears. He could feel the way her heartbeat accelerated as she heard the words. He knew she had had precious little praise in her life and he could see how much that small bit of it meant to her.

  Meghan snuggled in deeper, enjoying the feeling of his heat through the silk of his shirt. His heartbeat was very steady and reassuring; she closed her eyes, reveling in his scent and the smell of sex that surrounded them.

  The car stopped and he hit the button. ”Give us ten minutes please.”

  “Yes sir,” was the reply.

  Giggles rose up in Meghan’s chest as Danny tossed her a handkerchief soaked in mineral water and ordered her to clean herself up. She wiped the stickiness from between her legs, wincing at the soreness there, and then he helped her into the scarlet gown.

  When the door opened the air felt cool and bracing, the lanterns strung along poles that outlined the long and curved driveway made her blink and for one second she felt a dizzying sense of déjà vu.

  “This is my house,” she whispered to Danny.

  “No, this is your parent’s house.”

  His hand was hard, it clamped down on her upper arm and she found herself moving toward the front door. Her heart beat in trepidation and anger, her face felt like it had grown too tight for the bones beneath it.

  “I can’t go in there!” she hissed.

  “Yes, you can.”

  She staggered up the long steps, her heels clattering on the marble and then Danny was announcing his name to a butler with an impassive face. He was not one she had ever seen before and he apparently had never seen her either because he did not stop her.

  They followed the sounds of noise and laughter to a brightly lit room where glittering lights blazed down on people in expensive gowns and suits. Discreet catering staff mingled with trays of canapés and tall flutes of champagne, Danny told her to take a glass but not to eat anything.

  “Do you think this is Hades and we will be stuck here forever?” She asked a trifle nastily.

  Danny’s lips quirked in a grin he hastily hid. “I like your spirit. But I do not want to see you get sick.”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “We are about to talk to your parents.”

  Horror froze her feet but he pulled her forward. Her breath escaped her in a small moan and her mouth was suddenly arid. Her father appeared and she had to blink, his red hair, a much more brassy shade then her own, had been weaved through with gray in the year since she had seen him. His jowls had sagged even further and the signs of dissolution were even more marked. Her mother, on the other hand, had not one line on the porcelain skin of her neck and face. Her blonde hair, artfully arranged, showed the glossy maintenance that only the most expensive salons could impart and her gown showed a figure that was still lean and stunning. Meghan knew her own thinness was due to the near starvation she endured, her mother’s was due to the surgeon’s skill and to two hours that were spent in the gym every single day.

  Gregory stood to one side of his parents; the wide toothy smile that had gotten him through his life still in place but Meghan knew just how often he had practiced that smile, and just how false it was. He had loved to beat her when they were kids, kicking her and hitting her with his fists when she was sick and he had to stay indoors rather than go out on the sailboat with their parents. She had told him once that they had left him, not because they were afraid he was sick too, but because they didn’t want him around anymore than they wanted her. He had broken a rib that day and told their parents that she had done it falling out of a tree. She had been grounded for the entire school year.

  She felt the same helpless fear she always felt around the trio but Danny’s fingers stroked along her arm and he whispered, “I love the way you look tonight. I might have to have someone paint you,” and fear disappeared, replaced by a hot and unquenchable lust.

  “Meghan?” Gloria Lowry’s face registered the same displeasure at the sight of her daughter that it always had, “What are you doing here?”

  “Maybe she has come to rob us.” Gregory joked.

  All across the room heads turned and voices were dropped to whispers. Meghan felt her face flaming red.

  “Thieves do seem to be bred, don’t they?” Danny asked casually. “Perhaps that would explain why it is that you,” he addressed that to Tom, her father, “looted her inheritance and then claimed to have used it to pay restitution.”

  “I beg your pardon!” Gregory exclaimed. “How dare you come in here and accuse my father of wrongdoing!”

  “I have no issue accusing him of that because it is true. I checked into it, not one cent has been paid in restitution and yet her trust was broken nearly six months ago. I am sure that some of these people here have been told that as soon as your lawyers manage to open your wayward daughter’s trust they will be paid back for all of their missing items. Which, by the way, were never sold by Meghan and I can prove that as I bought some of the items and have the name of the man who sold them, at your behest.”

  Meghan stared up at him. She had kept every single thing she had ever stolen, and had told her father where she had hidden them. She had been confused by the legal jargon and terribly frightened. She had honestly believed that once she had given everything back it was going to be okay. She had had no idea that she had even had a trust fund, she could not fathom what Danny was saying but the effect of his words was obvious on her family.

  Her father had gone pale and her mother had stepped back, her eyes darting through the crowd that was gathered there in her home. “Get out of my house!” she said in a hard whisper, ‘And take that little tramp with you!”

  “I am going,” Danny said softly, “But know this;
I am going to bring you down. I am going to make sure that you know exactly what it is like to be out on the street and broke. I am going to make sure it is your turn to suffer.”

  “She is not worth it,” Gloria snarled, her teeth rising up to reveal her beautiful little white teeth.

  “Who says I am doing it for her?” Danny asked cruelly. “I have all of your assets and shareholders in my pocket. I have enough evidence to have you convicted on several crimes, not the least of which is stealing your daughter’s money, money left to her by her grandmother. Trust me, I am going to enjoy making you suffer.”

  Meghan could not breathe. Tears stood out in her eyes and she managed to whisper, “You took my money?” before she was being propelled back down the hall and into the cool night air.

  Danny put her in the limo and gave his driver the order to drive away before he spoke to her.

  “You belong to me. Do you understand? You belong to me. That means you will be loyal, you will obey and you will serve. In return I will protect you. I keep what is mine, and I keep it safe. You are safe with me.”

  Tears soaked her face and she looked out the window at the shrubbery that marked the boundary of the property that she had grown up on, for some reason those well clipped hedges made her think of the fence that had surrounded the jail.

  “I have something for you.”

  Meghan blinked at the solid silver cuffs that Danny dangled in front of her face, “Will you take these? Will you agree to be mine?”

  “Yes,” she whispered and held out her slender arms.

  The right cuff locked down, then the left. There was no chain between the two; to a casual observer the twin cuffs would have looked like a very lovely set of bracelets, but for the tiny little locks that hung on the underside of her wrists.

  It was strange but she had the unassailable feeling that he had somehow managed to free her by taking her prisoner.

  ~ * ~ * ~

  Danny watched the night sliding past the windows but his thoughts were far away. He had known that Meghan’s parents had not cared about her, and that her burglaries had provided them with an easy way to excise her from their lives so that they could legally take the trust set up for her. The trust had been ironclad; it could only be opened if Meghan herself caused a financial burden of catastrophic proportions. Her grandmother had seemed determined to protect her, though why she had felt that need was still something of a mystery to him.