Something hardened inside him, as he reached a decision.?You are now faced with two possibilities. Either this is over, and you will not see me again....Or I take you away, and you will be mine completely. No contract, no safeword, no limits no discussion. You will not be allowed to do anything that I have not allowed you. You will in all effect be my slave, and there’s no going back unless I allow it.. And I’m not likely to do that?Her face had changed from vexed to downright angry, but now she. It worked; she shrieked, collapsed, and tried to roll away, but was prevented when he rested his knees on her thighs, effectively keeping her legs open and holding her in place. "You say this is mine?" he asked her, his voice low but intense."Yes, Master..." Then ask me to do it again."She moaned, felt herself getting wetter, despite her discomfort, and made an anguished effort to obey him, but all that came out was a whimpered, "Please..."He slapped her lightly across the face, and she stopped. Then when she reached the tip she kissed the head and when she pulled off pre-cum trailed off of her lips. She opened her beautiful blue eyes and looked at me as she licked the pre-cum from her lips. All reasoning was gone, why was she in my house, who was she and what for? Who cares! I'm getting my dick sucked. Then back she went, but this time enveloping the swollen head of my cock in her mouth and letting her soft lips grip around the base of the head and let her tounge dance over the. I think the most surprising thing was that every time Sam called me a girl, or a slut, or whore, well, I felt a throb between my legs at each horrible name he called me, making my dick seem to get even harder than hard. I danced clumsily, feeling my step-brother’s eyes moving all over me as he sat there rubbing the front of his jeans. He kept calling me names and was telling me what it was about me he found sexy. “Shit, look at that, your legs look all hairless and shit, just like a.