In front of her stood Peter Walsh; built like a boxer, with tattoos on his arms and brown hair parted and swept to the side, Peter was considered a living Adonis. Peter was the richest man in the world, and because of that, he could afford anything — and anyone. Anais was his latest purchase from the Museum.
Peter made his fortune by monopolizing internet commerce — he was in charge of every single site that you could purchase items from on the internet. You could not avoid it, no matter what country you lived in.
He had a grin across his face that made him handsome, but Anais refused to fall prey to his charms. She was here involuntarily and would continue to behave as such.
“You don’t want to look at me?”
Anais did not answer him.
“You can talk.”
She did not.
Peter strolled over to his bar and made himself a drink — whiskey, with ice. “Would you like a drink?” He grabbed a highball glass. “You look like you to drink vodka. Ice? Cranberry juice?”
He made the drink and gave it to her. Hesitantly, she took it and downed it all in two big gulps. The drink went down smoothly. She instantly felt it beginning to warm up her body.
“Would you like another one?” He made her another one which she slipped slowly. She did not want to lose her wits around him.
Peter sat on the bed. “We’re not going to act like this is some type of fairy tale; we both know how we both ended up here. I’m going to have my way with you, and I want to make it as comfortable for you as possible. You have to do everything I say. Do you understand?”
Anais sighed and nodded. The alcohol was flowing through her.
He stood up and took her drink from her. He ran his fingers through her hair. “You put on that perfume I got for you. Good.” He engulfed the side of her neck in his mouth, kissing and sucking on it. She was taken aback by the sheer force of the move, as he also tugged on her hair as well. He moved to the other side of her neck and sucked harder. He held her tightly against his body, lifting her up off the ground.
Peter carried her and threw her onto the bed. He ripped the gown off of her, exposing her body to the elements. He slid out of his boxers and his silk robe and hovered above Anais, leering at her with greedy lust. She returned his look with one of defiance.
He grabbed some items off of the nightstand. “Open your legs.” Anais reluctantly did as she was told. He threw her legs back further. She felt the cold wetness of lubricant against her asshole as Peter wiggled a finger inside of her. She inhaled sharply. He slid it in and out of her, wiggling around to loosen her. He inserted his middle finger into her and continued his probing, adding more lubricant.
The intrusion relaxed her asshole, and Peter removed his fingers. Before Anais could breathe a sigh of relief, Peter inserted a medium sized butt plug into her. He wiggled it into place. “That’s in place now.” Quickly, he shoved his face into her pussy and licked and sucked on her hungrily. Anais cried out at the sensation. Her hips shifted in response. Peter slid the plug in and out of her as his tongue invaded her. He bit the inside of her thigh and licked his way up her body, culminating in a kiss. “You taste so good,” he said.
He laid down and pointed to his stiffening dick. Anais knew what he meant and slowly took him into her mouth.
“Don’t half ass it,” he breathed.
Anais increased her sucking and licking, and Peter responded by thrusting upward into her mouth.
They stayed like this, and Peter took a sip of his whiskey and rubbed her head.
“Bend over,” he said. While he hopped out of bed, Anais got on her hands and knees. He stood behind her and rubbed her ass, massaging it, squeezing it.
“You are mine,” he said. “And no one can take you away from me.” He stuck his fingers into her pussy. “You’re wet. I like that.” He stroked her clit, causing her to shudder. “I think you like this.”
Anais moaned.
“Yes, you like this.” He rubbed her faster. “You try to be so defiant but you like it. You want me to do this to you. Do you like the thought of being my slut for the rest of your life?”
She moaned again and braced herself for what was coming. His fingers were slick with her nectar and he continued stroking her clit; she slightly rocked in rhythm until she came, gripping the sheets and crying out in agonized pleasure.
Peter laughed as he entered her. “I knew you would like it.” He thrust into her hard, and pulled the butt plug in and out of her.
Anais was still reeling from her orgasm and was overtaken by Peter’s intensity. He pulled at her hair and fucked her like a man possessed.
Anais felt another orgasm coming on, so soon after the first one. She bucked against Peter’s pelvis; her upper body fell to the bed beneath her while her lower body stayed in the air.
Peter pulled out of her and took the butt plug out of her as well. Anais heard him squeeze the lubricant bottle. Soon enough, she felt the head of his dick pressing against her asshole, pushing its way into her. Anais had to control herself from coming again, waiting instead for him to bury himself to the hilt inside of her. He grunted as he slowly made his way into her.
Once he was inside of her, and had given her time to adjust, he continued his relentless fucking. He squeezed some more lubricant onto them to ease his thrusts; he started to rub her clit again and Anais moaned and whimpered and met his thrusts with gusto. Peter rubbed her faster until she could not hold on any longer and she came once again. Peter grabbed both of her hips and had his own climax, holding himself against her until he could think again.
She crawled cat like into the bed and he crawled in next to her, both staring at the ceiling.
“That was fun,” Anais said.
“I knew you’d like it. Doesn’t it feel good not being in control all the time?”
She nodded.
“We still have the rest of the night here. Do you want to try to get another scenario?”
“No,” she said. “I like this one. I like being your sex toy. Knowing you like I do, I don’t even think that we’ve touched the surface of the depravity in your mind Peter.”
“You haven’t. But once again, we have the whole night.”
Anais grabbed her glass off of the nightstand and took a sip. “So what is in that head of yours right now?”
He laughed. “It’s a surprise. Besides, you’re my property in here, and if I told you, then it would betray our relationship.”
“Right. When do you want me to start playing reluctant again?”
“Jesus woman, you do like it. Let me get a few minutes of rest.”
She giggled. “Okay.”
***
The next morning, being thoroughly fucked, Peter and Anais were fully dressed and wearing sunglasses; they went to the reception area of the hotel to check out.
“Did you enjoy your stay?” The concierge asked.
“Yes, we did. It was much needed.”
“That’s good to hear.” They completed the transaction and Anais and Peter left, hand in hand.
***
Anais and Peter returned to their home, where their young son Collin was flicking through Saturday morning cable television. The commercial for the Love Palace was playing on the channel he stopped on.
“Collin,” Anais said. “Good morning dear.”
“Good morning mom,” he said, not looking away from the TV. She looked up and took the remote from him, changing the channel. “Why were you watching that? Where are the cartoons?” she asked
“All of the cartoons were on commercial.”
