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Chapter 3 Within the Frame - 2

  • 04 Touched by Dorian Gray
  • He took that curved blade like a hooked finger and swept it under the center of my bra. “Off with this.”
  • A quick jerk shredded the garment and sent it tossing open along my arms. Exposing my small breasts and the large, pointed nipples. Already erect as if awaiting a mouth on them.
  • “Now,” He tilted his head to look at the tiny panties barely covering the small dusting of hair covering my sex. “I can’t get inside you with that in the way, now can I?” He caught one strap over my hip with that blade and shredded it. Making them whip open to expose me.
  • He moved down the side of my bed to catch a fistful of the loose satin and yank, making it snap free of my other thigh, so I was entirely visible to him. Spread open and gagged.
  • His to be had. I shivered. Somehow terrified and exhilarated. Knowing how vulnerable I was and that I could do nothing to stop him when he chose to crawl over me. And put his hard cock inside my softness.
  • He was right. I was his toy now. And he would undoubtedly pleasure himself inside me.
  • I was panting behind the gag. Watching him with eyes both afraid and excited. What’s he going to do to me?
  • ***
  • “Don’t look at me that way, Sweet Thing.” He cooed. “I’m only beginning the fun. He spun his cane in a smooth motion that made the diamond shaped bit of crystal point at me. He reached over and lightly tapped it against the wood frame of the bed.
  • Again, I wondered if he was trying to break it, so he’d have something sharp to stab me with. But even I saw the lack of rationale in that.
  • He could’ve just stabbed me with the knife if that was his intent.
  • Suddenly I understood when he lifted the cane and I saw the bit of crystal vibrating wildly. He put it against my sternum just under my chin and drug it down until it rested between my breasts.
  • Somehow the heat of my skin and the energy of my flesh filled it. Making the crystal shake harder until the soft flesh of my breasts bobbed side to side against it as if I rode a train.
  • “Do you feel it?” He asked. “The pleasure of a cold touch? An inhuman touch on your body?” He dragged the cane thoughtfully across my body. Tracing the mound of one breast until the vibrating crystal shuddered against the high, thrusting brown nipple. “Look how tasty you look…”
  • There was praise in his voice. I could bite that nipple while I have your legs wrapped around me sinking into you. Holding you still for me while I work in and out of you until your nails bite into my back.
  • I wanted to try to ask from behind the gag, how I could do that when he had me completely restrained to the bed. Instead, I held my silence and chose to take it as a hopeful sign he didn’t intend to keep me that way.
  • ***
  • He retracted that cane and I suddenly felt very cold and bereft. My skin tingling as I yearned for more of his touch.
  • He tinked it against my bedframe again and I worried it would break but it didn’t. Somehow designed for torturing women in this way, it was heated and vibrating as he slid it over the curved plane of my belly and down to my lower lips. Turning it so it moved inside the lips.
  • Making me moan and writhe as much as my restrained legs would let me.
  • He took the time to frame each of my legs with the heated stone. Slowly dragging it across me until my skin felt alive with need. He tinked it on the frame again and then pressed the tip to my lower lips pressing one aside then the other as he stood at the foot of the bed. Turning his head admiringly as he gazed at my shape.
  • I was moaning and begging behind my gag, but those small desperate sounds only seemed to make him more inclined to take his time. I turned my ankles in an effort to close my thighs around the stone. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to force it deeper or shove it away, but I needed something. Urgently.
  • “There’s nothing more beautiful…” He murmured. “Then the need on a woman’s face as she is craving being fulfilled. Her pained anguish as she yearns for the feel of a man inside her…Nothing is more erotic…”
  • “Please…” I managed to beg around my gag.
  • “Please take my time?” He lifted a black brow over a gray eye. “Don’t worry Sweet Thing. I always do precisely as I wish. I’ll torture you as long as it makes me hard. And then I’ll shove my cock inside you when I’m ready to feel your heat biting down around me. And touch every inch of your flesh as though I own it. You’re mine tonight, Sweet Thing. For whatever I wish.”
  • “But…” I tried to murmur around the gag.
  • Why me?
  • “There’s no buts now, Sweet Thing. When you brought my portrait into your house you invited me inside you…”
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  • 05 Pierced
  • Then he tapped that crystal again and this time he angled the slightly rounded diamond tip, so it separated my lower lips and touched my core. Then without preamble, he thrust the stone and bit of wood inside me.
  • I arched and tried to withdraw from the sudden intrusion but found that neither was as sharp or uncomfortable as I feared. They were somehow smooth. And the stone was heated like someone’s hand had been around it and the wood containing it was icy cold, creating a contrast that sent my nerve endings quaking. The vibrating feel of the stone shuddering inside me had me pressing against the cane as if begging for more. I was flexing my ass so I could slide slightly up and down on it. Though he held it in place the vibrating was creating a wicked friction that was still stirring me to mindlessness.
  • “Now you can speak.” And he yanked the stocking from my mouth.
  • “My God…” I breathed. Whimpering as the vibrations made me shudder again and again. Finally, my whole body clenched, rolling forward into as much of a ball as the restraints would allow. It felt like some wildly pleasurable seizure as every muscle in me bunched and shivered then released. Sending wet surges pouring through my core and slicking the staff he was gliding slightly in and out of me.
  • “You love that, don’t you?” He asked. Lowering his head. His gray eyes burning me with his intelligence.
  • He knows the body of a woman. The sounds of her pleasure. And how to offer it in such tiny increments that when she cums it’s like a small death. I realized it suddenly and now understood the mystique and fear surrounding myths of Dorian Gray.
  • And I wondered if I would survive whatever he was going to do to me.
  • ***
  • “Now.” He said decisively. Retracting the cane and withdrawing all that pleasure he’d just offered me with it, he dropped it with a thunk next to the bed. “You’ll do that around my cock, Sweet Thing. I’ll feel every inch of your pleasure rip through you.”
  • He shucked his clothes so quickly I didn’t know what he’d tossed off first and the moonlight seemed to glow along skin that might’ve been too pale on any other man but just led to his immortal appeal. His eyes seeming that much darker as he came up from the foot of the bed. Locking eyes with me as he purposefully crawled up the bed.
  • I could see that he had a large member, and it was already swollen and veined.
  • A slow grin turned his features, and he followed my gaze. “Oh, yes. I’m ready to be inside you. And it’ll fit. Just might take a minute.”
  • Or more. I cast him a fearful gaze.
  • But his grin was unflinching as he dropped his weight over me.
  • I felt horribly vulnerable knowing that once he was inside me there’d be no getting him out. Not how I was restrained. With wooden posts binding me down.
  • ***
  • His hands roamed freely over me. As if he owned me.
  • Just as he’d said they would.
  • He was touching me everywhere.
  • I’d never felt so possessed by a man.
  • I could already feel the rigid tip of him probing my entrance. He swayed his hips side to side to peel me open for him. Giving a satisfied moan when he felt how soaked I was.
  • Ready for him.
  • Moaning in pleasure he entered me. Sliding in and straining my walls.
  • Even in this he was methodical. Gliding inch by inch and opening me further then I’d ever been stretched.
  • I was starting to get nervous and realized I’d tightened around him like a fist until he could move no further.
  • His breathing became ragged. “Gripping me like that might make me spill into you far faster then I’d intended. Are you going to let me in, Sweet Thing or will I have to force my way?”
  • I drew a shaking breath.
  • “That’s it.” He encouraged. “Breathe…Relax. Let me burrow all the way in…”
  • And he did.
  • I moaned and my back arched as I was pierced more deeply than I’d ever been. Feeling him stretching every wall and pushing at the tiny fabric of skin deep beneath my pelvis.
  • Even as he stopped there it felt like he was still swelling inside me. Widening and lengthening so I had to wiggle my hips to adapt to him.
  • “Good…” He coaxed. “Now how would you have me, Sweet Thing? Soft and loving and pillaging and taking?”
  • ***
  • I knew what I wanted but didn’t know how to tell him. And was somehow afraid of the consequences if I said it aloud.
  • His gaze roved my face, and a knowing look came over him. He’d had countless women over the centuries he’d lived, and he’d learned to read the face of a woman who wanted loved and a woman who wanted possessed. It was always there. Written all over her if one looked deep enough to see her darkest desires.
  • And Dorian always did. “You want taken.”
  • Sweat from the nervousness began to bead on my brow but I nodded hesitantly.
  • Still, I was somehow not prepared when he put his hands to each of my biceps to pin them down and turned his face into my neck to bite me. His teeth sinking in just enough to be painful and keep me still but not enough to distract from the weight of his cock jamming into me until every part of my body strained.
  • My breasts smashed into his chest as my body arched to accommodate him but had nowhere to go, between the restraints and his pinning teeth.
  • “Mmm.” He growled at my vulnerability. Beginning to charge in and out of me. Banging hard against my soft lower lips as he rammed into me over and over again. Stretching me until I cried out. At first it was from the pain when he pierced deep but that abated and soon it was the deep pleasure of his roughness. His furious taking as though I were his slave, and he were declaring his ownership of my flesh.
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  • 06 Pillaged
  • He palmed my breasts and nibbled down my neck until he could bite my shoulder just below my collar. Holding me in place while he tweaked my nipples and twisted them slightly. Making me lurch up slightly as he met my thrust. Pounding into me even more deeply.
  • I squeaked in pain at the shock of what I’d done forced him deeper.
  • He growled animalistically. Both of us were already covered in sweat.
  • I came again. Whining as the pleasure became overwhelming and I clenched around him.
  • But he didn’t slow down. Continuing to drive into me relentlessly which only pushed me to newer heights.
  • “Please, Dorian!” I begged.
  • “No. You’re mine.”
  • ***
  • Just as I thought he’d cum and the relentless slamming into me would stop he whispered a word. “Release.”
  • The posts of my bed snapped free from around me. The wood vines creaking as they retracted and wound around the wooden corners. Hardening as they stilled and became all that they’d been before.
  • Harmless.
  • He caught my hip and yanked it with him as he slid over the side of the bed. Guiding my feet under me and forcing me to stand. He kicked my feet and had me walking forward.
  • We rounded to the end of the bed and I stared down at my black and gold shoe chest. “Kneel on it.”
  • “What?” I looked over my shoulder.
  • “You heard me.” He shoved me down on it.
  • My knees automatically folding to bear my weight.
  • He caught my narrow waist and scooted me forward until the front of my thighs were over the footboard, keeping me from going forward with his weight behind me.
  • My only choice to try and get some space was to scoot back and he was already there.
  • But this time I felt his huge, rigid cock rubbing my puckered little hole.
  • “Not my ass.” I whispered fearfully.
  • I’d never been taken that way.
  • “You’re afraid?” He asked.
  • “Yes.” I whispered.
  • “Good.”
  • ***
  • He angled himself and began pushing inside.
  • The pressure was intense.
  • Slowly I began opening and let him in.
  • “No!” I cried out. Gripping the footboard as my back straightened.
  • “Ah, ah.” He chided. Clucking in his cheek as he pressed my back down until my nipples grazed the blanket. “Let me have it.”
  • “I…”
  • “I asked you what you wanted, Marissa.” He’d stopped moving as if posing the question again.
  • But I was shocked into stillness by his use of my name. “How do you know my name?”
  • “I know everything about you now, Marissa. From the moment I entered you, I absorbed all things about you.”
  • ***
  • It seemed painfully intimate. That just by being inside me he could know all things about me from my name to the fact that I’d always been curious and afraid of how a man would feel in my ass.
  • He knew. I was certain of it now.
  • “That’s right, Marissa. You want me here.” And he finished pressing into me. Filling my ass until I felt that my hips had to part to make way for him.
  • “Dorian!”
  • “Stretch for me, Marissa. Let me have your pretty little ass. I can feel you sucking me in. Your body trying to drag me deeper even while you scream.”
  • I knew he was right. Even the intense pain of raw nerves being touched, and flesh being stretched in new ways wasn’t enough to stem the exhilaration of the pleasure tearing through my body with each inch he was deeper inside me.
  • The feel of him completely impaling me made me feel as though he owned me.
  • “Dorian!” I whimpered just as he was fully in me. His pelvis pressing my cheeks apart.
  • “There you are…” He purred. “Oh, you feel good. Your tiny hole sucking me like the best mistress…I’m going to cum in you now, Marissa and when I do, you’ll become fully mine…Forever…”
  • Before I could pick apart what he meant, my body spasmed in pleasure. My back craning back toward him. And feeling his abdomen tightening as he buried deep inside me. Spilling hot fluid inside me.
  • “Yes, Marissa!” He gripped my hips so tightly his knuckles turned white. His head threw back and he moaned my name again. Like some sacred prayer. “Marissa…”
  • I felt a piece of my energy escape. Seeping out of me and charging him.
  • He moaned at the feel of it, and I felt him shiver.
  • I looked back at him and saw his hair lengthen slightly and become shinier. Even the tiny wrinkles at the corner of his eyes smoothed until he seemed even younger.
  • And I felt myself beginning to wrinkle along my hands and at the edges of my face.
  • He was stealing my youth but somehow, I didn’t care.
  • My mind dulled and I realized all I wanted was to belong to him and to do what made him happy.
  • “Now, Sweet Thing.” He leaned forward to kiss my shoulder. “Take my painting to that address…” He backed away.
  • I watched over my shoulder as he gradually faded into the dimming blackness until he seemed to vanish into my wall. His face dissolving over the skeletal image of him until it aligned once more with his face. Becoming that mesmerizing portrait again.
  • When I stood up, I looked in the mirror and was vaguely surprised at what I saw. I saw an old woman. With withered skin and flesh hanging from her arms and stomach. Eyes that seemed bleary and too tired to care what I looked like any longer.
  • I sighed mournfully and rounded the bed to pick up the address. Feeling like I’d not sleep until I got the portrait to that address.
  • I must do what he wants.
  • I must please him.
  • I have to see him again…It was all I could think. As though nothing else in the world mattered any longer.
  • THE END