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Conner
I’m in love, that’s all there is to it. For two months, I’ve been with Lyla. She first told me her name was Tasha, but then explained that’s what she normally uses when she meets random guys, f*cks and run, only she said she’s hooked on me, and I am so f*cking hooked on her.
She gives me what I crave, and she lets me take care of all her little needs to keep her stress–free. She’s told me exactly what she does for a living, and I am flabbergasted. I’m not really a violent person, unless someone I care about is being hurt or will be hurt, but then again, I’ve never killed anyone in my life. Lyla explained the vines and leaves she had all over her body. In two spots she has lotus flowers. I asked what those are for, and she said they are for families she has assassinated. I am in awe of her. She is so tiny, a whole foot smaller than me. Her body is tight and has defined muscles. Her arms and legs are spectacular, her breasts are firm, and just the right size for her. Her ass is fantastic, and her flat stomach now has bite marks on it from me. I didn’t know anything about pain and pleasure before, but I do now.
At this moment, I was watching her do chin–ups with the bar I installed just for her. Mine was right next to hers. I had been sanding a seat for a bench when I looked up and saw her working out. The spit in my mouth dried up. Her long hair was braided and almost to her ass. If I didn’t know better, I would think I had the real–life Lara Croft in my warehouse, and I’ve always had a thing for Lara Croft, both animated and
Angelina Jolie’s portrayal of her.
“I can feel you staring at my ass,” she said.
“Well, it’s an exceptional ass,” I said with a grin.
She dropped and turned. I was rock hard for this woman all the d*mn time.
She stalked me. That’s the only way I can describe her walk. She was graceful and predatory all the way
towards me.
She climbed my body and I set the sander down and locked my hands under her delectable ass.
“You came to bed late last night. I didn’t get my fill of you,” she whispered as she brushed her lips across
mine.
“I’m sorry, my little mistress. But I have to get these orders done, and you’ve been a great distraction.”
“Are you saying because of me, you’re slacking?”
I smirked, “Oh, definitely, but, I’m not complaining.” I slammed my mouth down on hers and moaned when
she sucked my tongue hard into her mouth.
She ran her fingers into my hair and yanked, pulling my head back so she could kiss down my jaw and neck and latch her teeth onto my skin.
“F*ck Lyla, you’re going to make me c*m in my pants again, you keep doing that,” she chuckled and licked where she bit me.
“We wouldn’t want that. Lay me on the bench and drop to your knees.”
“Wait, I need to cover it, I don’t want you to get a splinter.”
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Holding her, I grabbed a thick comforter I had just washed and hadn’t brought up to the loft yet and threw it over the bench before I laid her down. I stripped off her leggings and spread her wide. I didn’t care if she had just gotten done working out a little, I was going to taste my woman. I dove between her legs. And groaned at the salty tangy taste of her. She was addicting. I licked her with my full tongue up and down her slit. She
gasped and arched. I turned my head a little and bit her inner thigh.
“CONNER!” she screamed. I speared her with my tongue and used my thumb to rub and pinch her clit and she was gone. She humped my face, smothering me in her slick p*ssy as she came all over it. “You’re such a good boy, Conner. You always get me off so fast. You’re my favorite pet.”
I couldn’t help the smile on my face. Yes, she told me about her other lovers, and I was okay with it as long.
as I was her main pet. I don’t know why it turned me on that she had others and that she would take me with
her to play with them one day. But right now she said we were in our bonding stage, and she has told me she’s never bonded with someone like me as fast as we’ve bonded. She said I was special and the first time
she told me that, if I had a tail, it would have wagged.
I told her about my past and why I had gone to jail. She held me as I cried and told her how much I had missed my friendship with Bryson. She asked if I was still in love with him and I told her no. But I still cared for him because we had known each other all our lives. She said maybe one day he would forgive me. But then she said if I ever cheated on her, she’d kill me, and I definitely believed her. She also told me that since she feels for me the way she does, she won’t be with her other pets unless I am with her. That’s how I believed that I was special to her. She has never told me she loves me, but I like to think me being special to
her is the same thing.
Something in Lyla was twisted, and I could live with that. I just wanted to love her and take care of her
needs.
“I love you, Lyla,” I whispered in her pretty p*ssy and kissed it. Then I made my way up her body and gave her my best puppy dog look.
“You want a reward?” she asked with a smile. I smiled big and wiggled my eyebrows, making her laugh.
“Back up, take your d*ck out and f*ck my throat/but make sure you make me c*m again too.”
I did as she said. She turned around on the bench and let her head hang over the edge. I guided my c*ck into her mouth, wrapped one hand around her throat so I could feel myself there, and she let me f*ck her hard. Lyla had no gag reflex. She took all eight inches of me and swallowed around me, making me grunt and groan with pleasure. She grabbed me by the ass and held me down her throat. Her nose to my balls as she swallowed convulsively around me.
I took my hand around her throat and massaged it, her hum making my eyes roll into the back of my head. She let go of my ass and I left her mouth so she could take deep breaths. Saliva came out in strings as she coughed a little before beckoning me to continue. Over and over, we did this for a good ten minutes before she started pinching my ass, She wanted to c*m, and I knew exactly how she wanted it. As she held my ass with my c*ck down her throat. She used a hand to massage my balls, and I was about to f*cking fill her throat up, so I needed to hurry. I started to thrust in and out of her mouth when she let me and I raised my hand that was around her throat and swiftly brought it down and smacked her p*ssy.
She screamed around my c*ck, her body thrashing. I did it again and then plunged two fingers into her and f*cked her with them vigorously before pulling out and smacking it again. She started c*mming hard. I plunged my fingers again, shaking then in her and f*cking her, and she started squirting all over the
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comforter and my hand, and she sucked hard, and I roared with my release. She swallowed around me, drinking my c*m.
“F*ck, oh God Mistress, f*ck so good.”
I made the mistake of talking but couldn’t help it, so she bit me. Not hard, but enough to grab my attention. I
slowly pulled out of her while she scraped her teeth along my shaft, making me whimper.
“Oh, my little bad boy,” she said with a grin. I bit my lip, my head hanging down. She popped up and
chuckled. She ripped the belt out of my pants and told me to drop them.
This was the part I craved, the punishment I knew she would give me for speaking and I needed it.
“Bend over the bench, Pet.” I did and I waited in anticipation.
“That was seven words. Right?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The first cr*ck across my ass had me inhaling sharply. The second and third had me gabbing the bench and biting my bottom lip hard so I didn’t cry out. The wood under me creaked, and I chanted ‘don’t break‘ in my head. She switched her swing, so a small part of my belt would hit my balls, my body arched in pain, but it
felt so f*cking good.
When she was done, I was sweating profusely. My ass was on fire, and she ran her hand gently over it.
“You welt so prettily, Conner. Then she crouched down and licked all my welts. I was so f*cking hard by the
time she was done.”
“You get to walk around with a hard on for a while. I know you spoke on purpose, naughty boy.” I smiled and
winked and she let out a full belly laugh. We cleaned ourselves up and dressed again when a knock came on
the side door.
“I wonder who that is?” I said out loud.
“Are you expecting anyone?” she asked me cooley.
“No,” I said.
“Don’t answer it, give me two minutes.”
She grabbed something from her cleavage and snuck out the back. I knew it was a small blade she held in
her sports bra.
A piercing scream and a child’s wail came to my ears. A bang of two knocks and a pause, then a third knock and I knew it was Lyla telling me to open, that was our signal.
I opened the side door and gaped at who was in front of me.
“Christine? What the hell?”
“This is the Christine?” Lyla asked deadly. I swallowed and nodded.
“Conner,” Christine said. I motioned for her to come in. Lyla followed her. A little girl of about two was in
Christine’s arms.
“What are you doing here, Christine?”
“I came to find you and Bryson. I need to find out who the father of my daughter is.”
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Roc
Thank you so much for you all your prayers and kind words. I also want to say sorry for all the mess ups, I am so tired. Thank you also for pointing them out. It really helps me.
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