The Morning Her Daughter’s Master Subdued Her
Adriana avoided looking him in the eyes when she opened the door. She was afraid. She feared that, if she held his gaze for even a second too long, he would discover what she herself barely allowed herself to think about: how badly she wanted to sleep with the man standing on the threshold of her home.
Under any other circumstances, she would not have hidden that desire. At forty-five, divorced for quite some time, she enjoyed a quiet sex life with two or three trusted friends. But Marcus, tall, broad-shouldered, and dark-skinned, was not just any friend. He was her daughter’s boyfriend.
“Carla asked me to stop by and pick up some of my things,” he said quietly. “She emailed you to let you know.”
“I haven’t checked my email this morning,” she replied, stepping aside to let him in.
“Did you get there safely last night? Is she all right?”
“Yes. I’ll call her later.”
“I’ll call her too,” he said, almost apologetically.
Carla was twenty-two and had decided to take a year off from medical school to travel with two classmates. Suddenly, the house felt far too large for Adriana.
“Go upstairs. You know the way,” she told him.
He smiled. Their eyes met for only an instant before she felt that fear again and lowered her gaze. Marcus went upstairs without saying anything else.
Their first encounter had left an indelible mark on Adriana’s memory. One morning, she had returned earlier than expected from a business meeting and found him in the kitchen, making coffee, completely naked. His body was well-built, his muscles defined, and hanging between his legs was the most imposing cock she had ever seen: thick, dark, heavy, with large, firm balls beneath it. Even soft, it was twice the size of what she was used to touching.
She had run into other boyfriends of Carla’s in similar situations before, but they had all been dressed and discreet. That morning, however, there was no doubt where he had slept or with whom. The worst part was that he was not embarrassed in the slightest: he calmly offered her a cup of coffee while his cock swung between his thighs with every movement. When she shook her head, unable to tear her eyes away from that bulge, he took both cups and returned to her daughter’s room. She was still ashamed to admit that she had watched his ass as he walked away, and that same night she had shoved three fingers into her pussy thinking about him, coming twice in a row while biting the pillow so her daughter would not hear her.
Adriana had a weakness for men’s backs and shoulders. And also, though she almost never said it aloud, an old fantasy: surrendering herself to a man like that, giving up the need to decide, having someone grab her by the hair, bend her over, and fuck her without asking permission.
She remembered the night she had returned late from another trip, weeks earlier, and had been forced to lie in bed listening to her daughter’s screams through the wall. They were not soft moans: they were shrieks, pleas, filthy words. “Harder, Daddy,” “Fuck my ass,” “Fill it with your milk.” Adriana had lifted her nightshirt and masturbated silently with two fingers, listening to the dull thuds of Carla’s body against the wall. She had felt jealous. And she still felt something very much like envy.
Marcus reappeared with a large bag in his hand. He left it on a kitchen chair and asked whether he could use the bathroom. She nodded without paying much attention, and then her eyes fell on something protruding from the bag: the handle of a riding crop, too long for the zipper to cover completely.
She swallowed.
What do they do with that? she thought.
She was tempted to look inside the bag. She took half a step and stopped herself. Her daughter’s intimate life was none of her business.
When Marcus returned, he caught her still staring at the bag.
“If you want, I can lend it to you,” he said.
She began to stammer and shook her head, but no words came out.
“Carla wouldn’t mind if I let you have it,” he added.
He watched her as she tried, unsuccessfully, to pull herself together. He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, as if to bring her back to reality.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he told her, smiling. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying these things. You know Carla and I have a very open relationship, right?”
She smiled without answering.
“When you were her age, people expected you to find a nice young man, get married, and have children. Things are different now. People marry later, and before that they try other things, other ways of living out their desires.”
Adriana found herself looking into his eyes. She felt vulnerable, almost naked, as if he could read something written inside her.
“Do you want me to show you what I brought in here?” Marcus asked, releasing her to reach for the bag.
He laid the riding crop on the table and took out a pair of cuffs and a wide, studded collar. The collar caught her attention at once. She had always wanted to wear one, with the right man.
Does he realize I like it? she thought.
“Carla loves wearing it for me. She’s very obedient,” he said, moving closer. He unfastened it and fitted it around her neck. “You’ve never worn one of these, have you?”
“No,” she answered softly, then cleared her throat.
“Because you’ve never met anyone who was into this world.”
She nodded.
“There are plenty of men like me looking for women who truly want to surrender,” he said. “Not the ones who pretend, the ones who only want to be warmed up for a while. I prefer women who take this seriously. Carla takes it very seriously.”
Marcus placed his hands on her bare shoulders. She could feel the heat of his palms and, above all, she could feel her panties growing soaked, a warm trickle already running down the inside of her thigh.
“Let me give you an example. You have friends, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Suddenly, his hands moved down and squeezed her breasts through her blouse. He pinched her already-hard nipples until she moaned.
“What do I have here?”
“My tits,” she answered with a nervous laugh.
“That’s the mistake. You should say they’re his tits. His to suck, bite, and spit on if he wants. His, even, to let other men fuck if he decides.”
Adriana’s knees trembled faintly.
“Do you understand what I’m getting at?” Marcus asked, while one hand left her breast and slowly traveled down her body.
By instinct, she knew where that hand was going. She sighed when it stopped between her legs, not merely squeezing her pussy through her skirt, but pulling her toward him. She felt his enormous cock, hard as iron, pressing against her hip through his trousers.
“And what is this?” he asked, speaking into her ear.
“It’s… it’s his pussy.”
“Now you’re beginning to understand, Adriana.”
“Yes,” she murmured.
For a moment, she expected what would come next, but he withdrew his hands, unfastened the collar, and put it away again. Then he showed her the metal cuffs and, one by one, the other things: leather cuffs with chains, and finally the riding crop, which he held in both hands at eye level.
“Did you use it on Carla?” she ventured after clearing her throat.
“What do you think?” he replied, smiling.
To Adriana, it was obvious that he had. She tried not to look at the crop and could not. She imagined her daughter tied up, bare-assed, surrendered and at the mercy of that man, and she knew he could be very hard.
“She actually gave this to me,” Marcus said, breaking the awkward silence.
“Carla… likes these things?”
“A lot of women like them, as you put it,” he replied, a gleam in his eyes.
She swallowed as he stared at her.
“They all have a side they hide,” he continued. “I’m sure you have things hidden inside you too. Fantasies, desires that, for one reason or another, you’ve never dared to confess. I like bringing a woman’s hidden side into the light.”
Adriana remained silent.
“There must be nights when you lie in bed thinking about these things, sliding your fingers into your pussy, burying them until you come trembling and biting the pillow,” he said. “But everything is much better when there’s a real hard cock taking care of it.”
She had to look away. It was almost as if he could see inside her. Marcus touched her chin and gently forced her to look at him again.
“There’s something you’d like to share with me, isn’t there, Adriana?”
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
“You can tell me. I’ll help you give it shape and enjoy it,” he insisted.
She had no doubt he would. If she told him, he would take her to a level of arousal she had never known.
“Would you like to be mine, Adriana? With Carla gone for a whole year, I need someone to take her place. I think you’d be ideal.”
“But… she’s my daughter. It wouldn’t be right,” she replied softly.
Marcus stroked the nape of her neck.
“She wouldn’t mind. I already told you that what we have is open. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend in the traditional sense.”
She thought for a few seconds.
“When you say ‘mine,’ what exactly do you mean?”
“I think you know very well,” he answered. “Available to me, whenever and however I want. Legs spread when I say so, mouth open when I say so, ass raised when I say so. I can see it in your eyes, Adriana. It’s written all over your face. Deep down, you’ve been looking for a man to treat you that way for a long time.”
She looked away, but immediately turned her head back toward him.
“Would you share me?” she asked.
“Probably. You want to be shared, don’t you? I bet you’ve got that fantasy hidden away, waiting to come out. Two or three cocks at once, your mouth full, your pussy full, your ass full.”
Adriana tried to pull away again, but he did not allow it.
“I need you to be honest with me if we’re going to do this.”
Suddenly, she found her head resting on his shoulder, his arms around her waist. Her own arms responded on their own, encircling him and pressing against his body.
“You’re right,” she said softly. “I need you.”
“Then do you want to be mine?” he asked, one hand sliding down to her ass and squeezing it hard, digging his fingers in.
“Yes, but you’ll have to teach me.”
He kissed her. For the first time, their lips met. He thrust his entire tongue into her, invading her mouth, and bit her lower lip until she moaned.
“The first thing I’ll demand is commitment and obedience.”
She looked into his eyes and, for the first time that entire morning, felt no fear.
“You have it, Master.”
“Good. The first thing I want is to inspect what belongs to me.”
Adriana felt her face grow hot. She stepped back and put her hands on the first button of her blouse. Her fingers hesitated.
“Perhaps Master would rather tear my clothes off himself?” she said.
A smile lit Marcus’s face.
“Master can be very rough when he wants to.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
His hands seized the lapels of her sea-green blouse. He stared at her with those dark brown, penetrating eyes. Then he released the fabric, turned her around, and cuffed her wrists behind her back.
He’s going to cuff me, she managed to think a second too late.
She had never been tied up. Suddenly she felt completely vulnerable. With her hands free, she could at least have pushed him away; now she could not. She was helpless, and began to wonder how far he would go. Her daughter knew; she did not. And that very uncertainty made her dizzy with desire. Her pussy was dripping, soaking her panties, and she could feel the liquid sliding down her thighs.
Marcus grabbed the blouse’s lapels again and tore it open with one pull. The buttons flew off and the fabric hung from her shoulders. Then he went to a kitchen drawer and took out a large pair of scissors. She held her breath as he cut off the sleeves, which fell in pieces onto the floor.
With the cold blades against her skin, he cut away her bra, the straps, and her patterned skirt as well. He could have undone everything with his fingers, but he deliberately used the scissors, slowly, like someone enjoying another person’s fear. When he cut the sides of her panties and the soaked fabric fell to the floor, she noticed him sniffing them before putting them in his pocket. A shiver ran down Adriana’s back, immediately followed by a wave of arousal when she saw herself completely naked, standing in her own kitchen, tied up, nipples erect and pussy glistening with moisture before that man’s eyes.
“You take good care of yourself. You’re immaculate,” he said, stroking her body. He took her tits in both hands, weighed them, squeezed them, and twisted her nipples until she moaned.
“Thank you, Master.”
He knelt before her and opened the lips of her pussy with two fingers. He examined it like someone appraising a purchase.
“Nicely shaved. Pink. Your daughter’s pussy is identical.”
Adriana closed her eyes, mortified and aroused at the same time. Before she could answer, she felt his tongue move from bottom to top, long and slow, buried between her swollen lips. Marcus dug his fingers into her buttocks and buried his mouth in her pussy, sucking her clitoris, devouring it hungrily. She threw her head back and screamed. No one had ever eaten her pussy like that: it was not a gentle caress, but a tongue that penetrated her, scraped her walls, and branded her.
“Master… Master, I’m going to fall,” she panted, pulling against the cuffs.
He answered by thrusting two thick fingers into her pussy while continuing to suck her clitoris. He curled them, found the spot, and began pounding her inside, quickly, the wet sounds filling the kitchen. In less than a minute she came, trembling from head to toe, her legs giving way. He held her by the ass and did not let go until the last wave had passed.
“One,” Marcus murmured, standing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Let’s see how many I can get out of you today.”
His fingers descended again, demanding, and she knew there was no turning back. Other lovers had asked things of her over the years, and she had always refused. This time, she refused nothing.
“Have you ever tried it in the ass?” he asked, his middle finger resting against her tight ring, pressing lightly.
“No, Master,” she replied, shaking her head.
“You’ll enjoy it. You’ll beg for it screaming, just like she does.”
Suddenly, Marcus seized her by the waist, lifted her as if she weighed nothing, and sat her on the edge of the kitchen table. She admired his strength.
“Feet up, legs apart,” he ordered.
Adriana held on as best she could, wrists cuffed behind her, while he forced her thighs apart and examined her pussy up close. She was extremely aroused, dripping, and he noticed at once.
“You’re tight,” he said, almost amused, pushing a finger all the way inside her. “You’re not used to anything thick, are you?”
She silently shook her head.
“We’ll have to fix that,” he added, inserting a second finger and spreading them in a V to stretch her.
The plural frightened her: it was his way of telling her he intended to share her. And yet the fear was mixed with an increasingly powerful desire.
Marcus continued for a while, thrusting his fingers in and out of her with a cruel rhythm, twisting them, searching for her sweet spot and abandoning it just before she came again. He brought her to the edge three or four times, until she whimpered in frustration. Then he withdrew his hand, glistening with her fluids, and brought it to her lips. She had never done anything like that, but she opened her mouth and took his fingers to the knuckle, sucking her own taste from them.
“There’s a good whore inside you,” he told her, pushing his fingers down her throat until she gagged. “A good submissive.”
“Have you ever been with a woman?” he asked afterward.
She shook her head.
“Another thing to fix, then. You’ll love eating another whore’s pussy while I fuck her from behind. What do you say, Adriana?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied, nodding.
He kissed her again, his fingers still inside her mouth.
“That’s how I like you. I hate hearing the word ‘no.’ And I’d hate to have to punish you for it.”
Adriana felt her body tremble in a mixture of fear and arousal.
“I was going to punish you first and fuck you afterward,” he said, beginning to undress. “But I’m going to do it the other way around.”
When he finished taking off his clothes, she was breathless. She had been with many men, but nothing resembled that. Marcus’s cock was rigid, pointing at the ceiling, thick as a wrist, swollen veins pulsing beneath the dark skin. Its purple, polished head gleamed with a drop of pre-cum. His enormous balls hung heavily beneath it. She let out an involuntary moan just looking at it.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, approaching.
She obeyed. Marcus grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and pushed his cock inside, first the tip, then half of it, until she felt it at the back of her throat. She gagged. Her eyes filled with tears, and a strand of saliva hung from her chin.
“That’s it, breathe through your nose,” he told her, withdrawing just enough to let her breathe before plunging in again.
He fucked her mouth without mercy, both hands on her head, setting the pace. Adriana felt his cock striking her tonsils, tasted the salty pre-cum, smelled the strong scent of the man. Every thrust triggered another gag, but he did not stop. Drool ran down her chin and neck, falling onto her tits. When he released her, she coughed, gasped, and breathed as if she had just come out of the water. A strand of thick saliva connected her to the head of his cock.
“Good girl,” Marcus said, giving her cheek a light slap with his wet cock. “Now spread your legs.”
He shoved her backward until she was lying on the table, her cuffed hands crushed beneath her body. He took her ankles and spread her legs wide. He settled between them, placed the head of his cock against the entrance to her soaked pussy, and rubbed slowly up and down without entering.
“Ask me for it.”
“Please, Master…”
“Ask properly.”
“Fuck me, please. Put it inside me. Split my pussy open.”
Marcus smiled and began to push. She felt the thick head part her lips, felt it forcing its way inside her inch by inch. It burned. It stretched her in a way she had never known. When he was fully inside, his balls resting against her ass, he stopped for a moment and looked at her.
“Easy,” he murmured. “Slowly.”
He began moving with calculated slowness, looking into her eyes, pulling almost all the way out and sinking back in to the hilt. Each thrust drew a new moan from Adriana. His smile was different now, the smile of conquest.
Their lips met as his thrusts grew deeper, more brutal. The table creaked. The wet sound of her soaked pussy swallowing his enormous cock filled the kitchen. Then he brought his mouth close to her ear.
“Now you’re beginning to feel exactly what your daughter feels with me. This very cock, Adriana. The same one that splits Carla’s pussy open every night.”
Hearing that, Adriana moaned and pulled helplessly at her restraints. She wanted to hate him. For a moment, she did hate him: for using her like this, for giving her so much pleasure at the same time, for mentioning her daughter while driving his cock into her womb. But when he leaned down and kissed her, she returned the kiss with her tongue and, almost without realizing it, said, “Thank you, Master.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he said. “I like whores who scream.”
She smiled, embarrassed. She did not want to hear what came next, but it was inevitable: he and her daughter shared the same man, the same cock.
“Carla likes it fast,” Marcus said, suddenly accelerating. “Just like I’m going to fuck you now.”
He began thrusting with his whole hips, violently, knocking the air from her with every blow. His balls struck Adriana’s ass with a dry slap. He seized her tits, twisted her nipples, and pulled them.
“No… please,” she begged, without conviction, her voice broken by every thrust.
“Everything I do to her, I’m going to do to you too. Everything. I give her my milk on her face, her tits, her ass. I give it to her pussy too when we’re horny and don’t care. You’re going to swallow my milk the way she does.”
He took one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, changing the angle. The tip of his cock struck a new spot inside her, and she began screaming uncontrollably.
“There, there, there, Master, there—don’t stop!” she shrieked.
“There, whore? Right there?”
“Yes! Yes, fuck me there, don’t stop, please!”
Marcus gripped her throat with his free hand, squeezing lightly, and continued fucking her without slowing. Adriana screamed again, but this time for another reason: the orgasm that shook her from head to toe, a long orgasm that made her pussy contract around his cock in waves while she arched her back and convulsed on the table. His words had brought it on, but it was his cock that kept it stretching on for what seemed like an eternity.
A long while passed before he stopped. He changed positions twice more: he put her on her side, one leg raised, and drove his cock into her again; afterward, he sat her astride him in a chair and made her bounce on him, although she could barely move with her hands tied behind her. He held her by the waist and used her like a toy, lifting her and letting her fall onto his cock until he brought her another orgasm. When he finally pulled away, without having come yet, she remained still, recovering her breath, feeling strangely light, her pussy throbbing and swollen.
“What are you looking at?” she asked when she noticed him watching her.
“How good a whore looks after this,” he replied, smiling.
“Do you look at all of them that way?”
“Sometimes. And before you ask: yes, your daughter too.”
“I wasn’t thinking about that,” she lied.
He smiled and began lifting her from the table to stand her up. He was still hard, gleaming with her fluids, pointing at her belly.
“Now comes your punishment,” he said, picking up the bag.
He took her to the dining room and made her lie facedown over the large table, her tits pressed against the cold wood and her ass raised in the air. He took out the chained cuffs and, kneeling, fastened them around her ankles, spreading her legs wide. Within seconds, Adriana found herself bound hand and foot, her pussy and ass completely exposed.
“This is how Carla prefers it,” he commented, sliding his hand down her back to her buttocks, squeezing and spreading them. “She used to like the riding crop, until I showed her what a good wooden hairbrush can do.”
“There’s one on my vanity,” she panted without thinking.
He laughed, gave her naked ass a playful slap, and went to get it. Adriana remained still, panting, her pussy dripping a thread of fluid that ran down her thigh to her knee. When he returned with the wooden brush, he ran his hand through her hair, almost tenderly, and then buried two fingers in her soaked pussy, leaving them there for a while so she could fully feel the humiliation.
“Every woman needs a firm figure beside her,” he told her, withdrawing his fingers and smearing her juices around her asshole, pressing lightly. “Carla knows that. She’s been over this same table as many times as you are now, with my cock inside her ass while I marked her. I have a feeling you need it too. Am I wrong?”
Adriana saw his arm rise into the air, the brush held tightly, and closed her eyes.
“You’re not wrong, Master,” she replied obediently.
The first blow landed sharply on her right buttock and drew a cry from her. The second struck the left. Then one after another, measured and unhurried. Her skin began to glow, first pink, then red. Each blow made her clench her pussy, and each clench brought her closer to another orgasm. Every so often Marcus paused to put his fingers inside her, to check how soaked she was, driving them all the way in while she panted against the table.
“Count,” he ordered, bringing the brush down again.
“One… two… three…” Adriana counted, her voice breaking.
Before she reached ten, she was trembling again, coming with her ass burning and her pussy dripping onto the wood, moaning the word “Master” like a prayer. When the punishment ended and she thought she would be able to rest, she felt the thick head of his cock press against her asshole, wet with her own fluids. Marcus pushed slowly, the tip first, while holding her hips firmly.
“Relax. Breathe. It’s yours too.”
Adriana moaned, biting her lip, as his cock entered her ass for the first time in her life. It burned and hurt, and even so she moved her hips backward, seeking him, surrendering the last thing she had left to give. He fucked her ass long and slowly, and when he finally came, he came inside her, filling her and leaving her with the hot milk she felt dripping down her thighs as soon as he pulled out.
It was her first punishment, her first time, and she accepted it with a calmness she herself had never known. From that morning on, Marcus had them both: daughter and mother. And Adriana, while silently counting each blow and feeling the man’s semen run down her legs, knew there was no going back.
