Dark Erotic Fiction

Joan was in the office late in the evening after Mr. Johnson had gone to fuck Elizabeth in the Fuck Room. As she worked, she found herself thinking about being in there with him, and she realized she was getting the chair she was sitting on wet.
She looked up when someone walked into the office. It was Neil, Delia’s boyfriend.
“Hello, Joan. I was thinking about you and the price I needed to pay for your delivery service. Thank you for giving her the card.”
Joan smiled at him and stood up. “I’m glad you came by. I’m feeling very horny tonight. Mr. Johnson took a new slave and Delia to the Fuck Room, so I’m not getting any action.”
“A girl like you shouldn’t have any problem finding companionship.”
“I don’t, but he’s out of town.”
“Well, then, it’s my lucky night.”
She rose and took him by the arm. “Come with me and we’ll find out. Aren’t you bothered that Delia is in with Mr. Johnson?”
“I’ll admit that I would rather be with her, but that’s the way it is and I knew it going in. On top of that, I have a companion for the night that makes up for it.”
She led him to the Service Room. “This isn’t as nice as the Fuck Room, but the bed is good, and there is plenty of equipment in the cabinet.” She helped him with his clothing, then hung it up while he looked in the cabinet.
“This is all bondage gear. You want to be bound?”
“That’s up to you. You’re the man. I’m the slave. I want sex. I like bondage.”
“You barely know me. Aren’t you afraid that I might go too far?”
“You are related in some way to John Thompson, and Delia trusts you. That’s good enough for me.” She sat on the bed and looked at him expectantly. She didn’t tell him about the surveillance system and how the security office would be watching. She wanted the tape they were almost certainly making of this for her.
He looked at her and appreciated her beauty. He considered just taking her without bondage, but decided that a woman that likes bondage should be provided with bondage. He was a newbie at bondage, and he knew it, so he decided to try something simple. He found leather cuffs and locks, then took them to the bed and fitted them on her wrists and locked them on. he had her lie down and locked the cuffs to chains from the upper corners of the bed. As an afterthought, he locked a chain from the headboard to the leash loop of her collar. He looked her over, then removed the belt she wore that had keyrings and handcuffs attached to it. He cuddled in next to her body and ran his hand over her breasts. She shivered as he toyed with her nipples.
“You like the simple bondage?” she asked, shivering a little more as his hand drifted lower.
“I’m just getting started at it, so I’m not getting fancy.”
“That’s good. I like to use my legs, too.”
He reached her labia and stroked the inside of the outer lips. She gasped as he took long, slow strokes, staying away from her clitoris, and teasing her slowly. She wanted him to speed up, to rub her clitoris, to bring her to orgasm, but she also was glad he had bound her so she was unable to interfere with his slow teasing. He kept up the strokes, occasionally visiting the entrance to her vagina to harvest a little lubrication. When he finally circled her nub, she shuddered. It was very close to an orgasm, but it didn’t take her where she wanted to be. He backed away, approached again, and kept up the teasing for what she thought was an eternity. When he finally rubbed her clitoris directly, she groaned loudly.
“That’s where you wanted me to get to, isn’t it?”
“Yesssssss……”
He played with her lightly, then withdrew his hand. She moaned in frustration until she saw that he was lining himself up for penetration. “Condom, please…” she managed to gasp out. He smiled, then looked around and saw the box of condoms on a bedside table. He retrieved one and put it on, then started a slow rubbing of her clitoris again. She started bucking against his hand. He stopped and lined up again, then drove himself into her. It went all the way in in one smooth stroke.
“It seems like you were ready for this.”
She didn’t speak; she just pressed up against him and clenched her vaginal muscles. He started a long slow stroke that she knew was meant to keep him from climax as long as possible. He moved to press his pubic bone against her clitoris, which gave her a great deal of pleasure. She pushed back at his thrusts and contracted her vaginal muscles every time he bottomed out inside her. Time lost its meaning to her as she let the pleasure flow over her and she abandoned awareness of the rest of the world. He finally sped up his thrusts, then came. He lay still on top of her, breathing heavily. He finally said, “Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for the wild ride.”
He kissed her and said, “Thank you.” He remained still until his cock softened enough to fall out of her. He rose, discarded the condom, and unlocked the wrist cuffs and removed them. He left the chain to her collar locked on, and put the key on the restraints cabinet, well out of her reach. He lay down next to her and said, “Is this an all-night event, or just for the recent festivities?”
She smiled at him and said, “It seems you want all night, given that I’m locked to the bed and you put the key out of reach.”
“Yes, you are chained here, and I want you to stay here, but I will defer to your wishes if you want to be let loose. You are a slave, but you aren’t my slave, and you invited me.”
“Don’t let me loose. Please feel free to wake me up at any time and use me again.” She snuggled up to him. “Did you like the sex?”
“I loved it. You participated and wanted it.”
“I like sex. I like my boyfriend’s sex, and Mr. Johnson’s, but yours is special too. My boyfriend likes Delia’s sex, too. Maybe we can arrange to meet as couples and swap from time to time.”
He was astounded. Joan was just as good-looking and good at sex as Delia, and he had been happy when she said that the price of getting information to Delia was sex with her, but this was beyond his wildest expectations. He realized that he was thinking like she was a free woman, but then he realized that he had been treating her like a free woman, regardless of the chains (she had asked for those). “I would like that. I wonder if Delia would mind.”
“She’s your slave, and she likes my boyfriend.”
“Well, she isn’t my slave, at least not yet. Her father, and owner, told her to obey me, though.”
“I think she will be fine with it. She’s almost as horny as I am, and she is beginning to get the slave mindset.”
“Well, we’ll deal with that when the time comes. Right now, you’ve worn me out, and I need some sleep.” He pulled the sheet up over them, cuddled up to her tightly, put his hand on her breast, and fell asleep.
About three in the morning, Joan woke from a light sleep to find Neil playing with her pudenda again. She pressed herself against his hand. He said, “So you do want to do it again.”
“I told you to wake me up any time and use me again.”
“Then grab a condom and let’s get going.”
Joan took a condom from the box and with well-practiced dexterity rolled it over his erect member, then lay flat. Neil rolled over her and pressed himself in slowly, with her hand guiding him in. This sex was much faster and more energetic than the first, but took almost as long. Joan came twice. When he shuddered and stopped moving, she held him to her tightly, keeping him inside her. After he softened and fell out, she said, “Thank you, master. Thank you for using me.”
He rolled off of her and held her, then said, “I’m not your master.”
“While you have me locked down and at your disposal, you are my master. Thank you for using me.”
He was taken aback by her words. “Why do you say ‘using me’?”
“Because that’s what you are doing. You are also making it good for me. It’s a slave thing. You may not think of it that way when you use Delia, but I’m pretty sure that’s what she thinks.”
“So I should stop?”
“Of course not! I liked you using me, and I’m sure Delia does. You can think of it as ‘making love’ or ‘having sex,’ and it’s good that you do and take the slave’s feelings into account.”
“And what if I marry her?”
“A slave wife is still a slave, and can’t say no and have it stick. I know this upsets you, but it is part of being a slave. She became a slave because of bad decisions. I became a slave to protect myself by getting a protected situation. Either way, we are slaves. We appreciate good treatment and we like being used in a pleasant manner. Please, keep doing it.”
Neil lapsed into silence. Joan pulled the sheet up over them, cuddled up to him tightly, and they soon fell asleep.
In the morning, about 7 AM, Neil woke up. Joan woke as he sat up. He rose and got the key to her neck chain, then unlocked her. He lay back down on the bed and said, “You are free to go, unless you want to take care of this.” He motioned to his erection. Joan smiled, reached for the chain, locked it back onto her collar, then put a condom on him and sat down on the erection and proceeded to ride him. It was a fast and furious fuck. He rubbed her clitoris while she bucked up and down on his penis. She came first, but kept up the furious motion until he came. He reached up and pulled her down to him and kissed her hard. She melted into the kiss and kept it up.
When the kiss ended, she lay next to him and said, “See? I appreciate a good fucking. Thank you.”
“You are welcome. I don’t know if I will be able to walk today,” said Neil. It was only a little facetious.
After a few minutes of cuddling, he rose again and unlocked Joan from the chain. He started to dress and said, “I have to go home, shower, and change, so I can get to work.”
She said, “You can shower here, with me, in the red-collar shower room.”
“That would be nice, but I have to change into clean clothes, too, and I’m short on time. Maybe next time I’ll bring clean clothes with me.”
She hugged him and said, “That’s a great idea, having a next time. Next time you come here, though, I want you to use Delia. She deserves it. Like I said before, I want you again, too.”