The scent of his cock was driving me insane. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was strong and intoxicating, almost as if I could get drunk and lose my mind just from its scent alone.
Before I knew it, I had opened my mouth and Marcus pushed his massive meat into my gaping hole. For the first time in my life I got a taste of a man’s dick and it wasn’t as I had imagined – it was salty and bitter but at the same time I felt the urge for more… and I definitely got more.
Marcus rammed his cock all the way in, shoving it to the back of my mouth. I gagged, of course, and almost spat out his cock as I tried to fight the urge to vomit all over his cock and lap. He didn’t seem to care, however, and he thrust his dick even further. He began to thrust it in and out, fucking my mouth like just another hole for him to use. All I could do was open my mouth as wide as I could. I slobbered all over his meat and he just kept on plowing his way in.
Out of nowhere his thrusts became more violent, jerky and rushed. He then halted and pressed my face in closer as he blew his cum in my mouth. The oozing hot fluid was a shock to the senses and I had to swallow as much as I could to prevent myself from choking. It tasted unlike anything I’ve ever had before – salty, bitter but in some ways sweet. Even after gulping down what I could, he continued to spill more and the white seed dripped down the side of my mouth and down the shaft of his cock.
“Good little girl,” he commended me. Marcus caressed my head, combing my hair with his fingers, and finally slid his cock out of my mouth.
When I sat up I was heaving for air. Each time I did I had to pause and swallow down more cum still stuck in the back of my mouth.
He walked over to me, undid the cuffs binding me to the table, and then dragged me to the floor. I was too tired to fight him off and eventually just let him yank me around on the floor like a rag doll. He eventually brought me over to one of his drawers.
There he pulled out a collar and leash. Without a word he made me wear the collar, like a dog, and he tugged on the leash. Even without his command I crawled on fours, whimpering like a mutt as he took me back upstairs and to his bedroom.
I would spend the rest of the night that way, collared like another slave or animal, bound to his bedpost. It was late the next day when he let me take a shower and dress in one of his big shirts – so big it looked like a dress on me – and he then drove me home.
Marcus dropped me at my apartment and the only thing he ever told me before he left was “Wait for my call.”
So I walked inside and did as I was told.
12
Marcus
Natasha was the most delicious piece of pussy I had ever tasted. All through the night I was tempted to fuck her again and again, having her bound to my bed like a dog I could use at anytime I wished. However, I needed to take it nice and slow.
During her first time in my dungeon I had broken her virginity and it did not take long for her to succumb to the pleasures of my assault. She was crying – no, begging – for me to fuck her and to let her release her orgasm. She was indeed a kinky little slut for me to own and dominate but I didn’t want to completely break her will and mind. Otherwise she’d end up being just another boring doll.
I also had to fulfill my end of the bargain. I knew no bank would ever sign her up. Banks didn’t survive on “promises” and “potential.” They survived because they only lent money to those who had proof they could pay back with interest. Natasha wasn’t one of those. I also tried all the potential institutional lenders I knew. Now, there was only once place left to find lenders: Mercury Wild.
When I drove over it was already past six o’clock in the evening. There were already so many patrons coming in and out of Mercury Wild. That delighted me; this place was frequented mostly by the rich and popular, and this meant there were already so many prospects I could approach to help me get Natasha some mu
ch-needed cash.
Inside I saw some of the regular folks that I hung out with: there was Daxter and Noelle but I also found Preston Maxwell, his wife Lyla, and Damon. Preston was one of the country’s most prominent businessmen, having run a big consolidation and acquisition corporation. Damon, on the other hand, was a professional football player.
Either of those could have solved my problems but it was the man seated with them that really washed all my worries away: Trevor Wild himself and his genius business advisor and wife, Jasmine.
I walked over to their table and greeted with a simple wave, “Hey guys.”
“Hey, someone walked out of their cave,” Trevor greeted with a smile. He let me sit beside him and Jasmine. He then handed me a glass of red wine. I took it and quickly gulped it down.
“How are you?” Lyla asked before she dug her face into Preston’s neck and smothered him with kisses. It kind of turned me on to see their women so affectionate this way, especially with the loud music and dim lights. It made me wish I had my new pet with me.
I forced a chuckle and then pulled out the papers Natasha drew up out of my little briefcase. I handed the paper to Jasmine. She quickly took them and with a raised eyebrow she studied the content. It took less than a few minutes for her to get the gist of the proposal and she then handed the papers to her husband.
“Very interesting,” she told me. “Is this a project of one of your little uh… pets?”
I caught the glimmer in her eye when she said that and nodded back, “Yes, it is. My little girl is hoping to open a small tattoo shop. She has the training and skill and even did some research proving that the competition is just tight enough to showcase there’s a viable market here. The problem is securing a loan.”
Trevor then handed the papers back to me and he gave me a smile, “So you came here instead of a bank.”
“I would too,” Damon cut in when he got what was going on. “It’s not possible for a small business like this to get a loan from a bank. Everyone at this table alone could finance this… Natasha. Why don’t we do it? We could put up the cash, you know, for Marcus if not for this stranger.”
Preston seemed to like that idea, “I agree. We may not know this girl but I do know Marcus. If he wants this then I say we should contribute.”
Hearing those words I felt glad to have such friends. People often perceived billionaires as stuck-up businessmen who have no time for anything but work for their addictions. That just wasn’t true. They were human beings, too and they cared about others. I was grateful to be able to have people like Damon, Preston and Trevor as friends.