FaCade (Deception #1) by Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom Page A
Authors: Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom
Tags: Novel
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loves to be owned. CUM!” The pressure exploded, coating his fingers and mouth in wave after wave of my release. I felt the wetness running down and pooling at my butt cheeks. If I wasn’t completely limp in a state of euphoria I would have been embarrassed. “My cock wants to swim in you, Star. You cum like a porn star.”
He flipped me onto my front. Raising my ass in the air, he swiped his tongue from the front of my slit and over my throbbing clit, dipping into my core before travelling up the seam of my ass. I wriggled, trying to pull forward but his grip was too strong. His tongue circled the forbidden hole there. His palm came down hard on my ass cheek, making me squeak. “Bring your feet down, Star, so you’re bent over the table.” I did as he commanded, having to reach up on my tip toes to keep my ass in line with his hips. My breasts squished against the cool wood, giving my sensitive nipples some relief from the ache of needing simulation.
Kicking my ankles to part them, my legs spread wide to give him the access he demanded. Grabbing two handfuls of my ass cheeks, he parted them. The head of his cock leaked pre-cum, making my pussy hungrier for him, the waves of fluttering need begging to be sated.
“Your pussy is a greedy little thing; it needs to learn to share.” With that he pushed his way through the ring of muscle, straight inside my ass, making me screech. The pressure was different and although it stung and I wanted to push out the feel of him, there was pleasure.
“You need to warn people, Dante!” I chastised, to only gain a mocking chuckle.
“Belle, your ass loves strangling my cock. Your body remembers me, just let it lead you.”
As insane as that was, I did. I let my body remind me of Dante because he was the only grasp on life I had. It was so scary, an abyss inside myself. I needed the comfort of him owning me and he did, the pizza forgotten, the pictures splayed out around us while he gave me new memories. They were brutal but I could touch them.
“I CAN JUST ORDER A fresh one.”
Smiling, I shook my head. “It’s fine reheated.” I would have eaten the pizza cold at that point. My stomach was going to eat itself soon, I was that hungry. I felt a little awkward, like I had given up sex on a first date, kind of slutty.
He struggled to turn on the oven. There were a million different knobs and it took up nearly half the back wall with numerous burners; it was impressive. “I take it I do the cooking?” I joked, going over to help him.
He stared at me. He did that a lot which made me uneasy. It was like I was the stranger to him not the other way around. “We have a cook but I gave her some time off due to your memory loss.” Throwing the box down he stormed past me, making me flinch from the hostility of his demeanor.
Guilt swarmed me; it was my fault this was happening. If I hadn’t been so selfish with my own desires and needs, he wouldn’t be living with a stranger. Thoughts of everything that had happened raced through my mind. Why, if we were in love enough to get married, would I have been so indulgent to my own needs, enough that I would make him play along and make it happen? What a selfish, horrible person I must have been to force him into that. How could I have ever wanted that? I didn’t remember the person I was but surely I would have the same urges as her, and the thought of being held captive and degraded would forever be my worst fear. There was nothing sexually desirable about what I lived through in those last few weeks.
My breath hitched when I thought of Maria. Who was she? And as a fiancé madly in love, how would I ever be okay with my fiancé shoving his dick down her throat?
Opening the box of pizza and grabbing a slice, I followed him, finding him in an office with his head in his hands. I gingerly approached him, nervous of his mood. “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. I hated that I was doing this to him.
His head
He flipped me onto my front. Raising my ass in the air, he swiped his tongue from the front of my slit and over my throbbing clit, dipping into my core before travelling up the seam of my ass. I wriggled, trying to pull forward but his grip was too strong. His tongue circled the forbidden hole there. His palm came down hard on my ass cheek, making me squeak. “Bring your feet down, Star, so you’re bent over the table.” I did as he commanded, having to reach up on my tip toes to keep my ass in line with his hips. My breasts squished against the cool wood, giving my sensitive nipples some relief from the ache of needing simulation.
Kicking my ankles to part them, my legs spread wide to give him the access he demanded. Grabbing two handfuls of my ass cheeks, he parted them. The head of his cock leaked pre-cum, making my pussy hungrier for him, the waves of fluttering need begging to be sated.
“Your pussy is a greedy little thing; it needs to learn to share.” With that he pushed his way through the ring of muscle, straight inside my ass, making me screech. The pressure was different and although it stung and I wanted to push out the feel of him, there was pleasure.
“You need to warn people, Dante!” I chastised, to only gain a mocking chuckle.
“Belle, your ass loves strangling my cock. Your body remembers me, just let it lead you.”
As insane as that was, I did. I let my body remind me of Dante because he was the only grasp on life I had. It was so scary, an abyss inside myself. I needed the comfort of him owning me and he did, the pizza forgotten, the pictures splayed out around us while he gave me new memories. They were brutal but I could touch them.
“I CAN JUST ORDER A fresh one.”
Smiling, I shook my head. “It’s fine reheated.” I would have eaten the pizza cold at that point. My stomach was going to eat itself soon, I was that hungry. I felt a little awkward, like I had given up sex on a first date, kind of slutty.
He struggled to turn on the oven. There were a million different knobs and it took up nearly half the back wall with numerous burners; it was impressive. “I take it I do the cooking?” I joked, going over to help him.
He stared at me. He did that a lot which made me uneasy. It was like I was the stranger to him not the other way around. “We have a cook but I gave her some time off due to your memory loss.” Throwing the box down he stormed past me, making me flinch from the hostility of his demeanor.
Guilt swarmed me; it was my fault this was happening. If I hadn’t been so selfish with my own desires and needs, he wouldn’t be living with a stranger. Thoughts of everything that had happened raced through my mind. Why, if we were in love enough to get married, would I have been so indulgent to my own needs, enough that I would make him play along and make it happen? What a selfish, horrible person I must have been to force him into that. How could I have ever wanted that? I didn’t remember the person I was but surely I would have the same urges as her, and the thought of being held captive and degraded would forever be my worst fear. There was nothing sexually desirable about what I lived through in those last few weeks.
My breath hitched when I thought of Maria. Who was she? And as a fiancé madly in love, how would I ever be okay with my fiancé shoving his dick down her throat?
Opening the box of pizza and grabbing a slice, I followed him, finding him in an office with his head in his hands. I gingerly approached him, nervous of his mood. “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. I hated that I was doing this to him.
His head
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