Chapter 1

“What is that?”

Intrigued Pamela gazed at the glittery pink cylinder shape Damien was holding up in the early morning light.

“It’s a vibrator, sweetness” he said.

“Don’t be silly, it’s too small and too pretty to be a vibrator!” she scoffed and turned to face her lover.

There was a strange glint in his eyes.

“I know you like the huge natural looking ones when we play, but this one is special: it’s remote operated” he explained.

Pamela’s eyes widened.

“You mean ... like a remote control car?” the possibilities...

“Yeah, exactly like that” Damien grinned.

“Only: this works with an app via WiFi ... and there’s no limit to the distance...” there was lust and danger in his gaze now.

Pamela’s eyes went even wider in return.

“Oh” she said.

“Day, that’s...” she hesitated.

“What?”

“Well, do you think that’s appropriate?” she felt an excited tingling in her spine and between her legs. He hated it when she was reluctant - and he would let her feel it.

His eyes were dark “I think you should worry your pretty head less about what’s appropriate and more about how you can make up for being a whiny little bitch.”

He placed his forefinger under her chin, grabbing on with his thumb and forcing her face upward.

“Do I need to remind you that you are mine, and that you do what I tell you, and don’t think too much about it?” his lips bore down on hers, brutally, his tongue pushing inside her mouth while his other hand found her breast and started kneading painfully.

“Hm mmmh” Pamela’s muffled moan came when he let go of her chin and slipped his hand instead between her thighs.

“You little slut...” Damien breathed horsely,

“Pretending to be all coy and virtuous while you’re wet as frog spawn, you little whore.”he slid two fingers inside her and started flipping them.

“Ah, no, Damien, stop, please!”

“Shut up, I know you want it” he rumbled in her ear “You want it hard right now, don’t you.”

He grabbed her wrist and flipped her over, then pulled her up so she was kneeling with her back to him, and immediately slung his arms around her, kneading her breasts again.

“Stop it, please...” she whimpered.

“No” he said huskily next to her ear “even when you’re begging so prettily. Your pussy is begging for my cock, and my cock she shall have”.

He reached down and started flicking her clitoris.

“Damien!” Pamela was close to tears and grabbed his wrists.

“Do I need to tie you up, my little slut?”

She let go.

“There’s a good girl. Now bend forward. I want you on all fours with your legs spread wide for me.”

Pamela complied.

With her knees spread as far as possible she reached back with one hand and softly pulled her labia aside.

“Ata girl” Damien whispered.

“You look so gorgeous like this. My slutty little angel.”

He stroked over her buttocks with both hands, pushing everything apart slightly and massaging with his thumbs.

“God, you’re so wet, you’re dripping on the sheets!” he sounded fascinated.

“I bet you’re aching for it, aren’t you...” a shiver ran through her.

“Yes you are ... Tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Please, Damien, please fuck me with your hard cock!” Pamela gasped.

No sooner had she spoken the words that Damien slammed into her.

She yelped.

He grabbed her hair, pressing firmly into her.

“Is that what you wanted, huh? A big, hard cock in your juicy pussy?”

He didn’t wait and just started fucking her, hard and fast, one hand holding on to her hair the other on her hip in a grip she knew would leave bruises.

Damien’s stamina had always been astounding and now was no different: he kept on fucking into her, letting go of her hair only to grab the other hip.

He pounded into her like a jackhammer, slamming the back of her vagina every time.

It didn’t take very long.

Within moments Pamela’s pained grasping turned into moaning and a different kind of gasps and then to drawn-out breathless screaming as she came from his expert thrusts.