Him

She tried ignoring her phone. It kept buzzing every few minutes, letting her know she had a text. Maria rolled over, and closed her eyes as it buzzed again. He kept texting her, and it took all her self control not to answer.

She hated him. Maria had a good life - a loving boyfriend, who she suspected was going to propose, a good job, a nice apartment. And it was all at risk, because of him. As she tried to go to sleep, her phone started ringing.

Fuck. Now he was calling her? That was too much. She sat up and grabbed her phone off her nightstand, seeing his name there. She answered it, and started yelling.

"Leave me alone, dammit! I told you we're finished!" she screamed this, not thinking about her neighbor.

"Are you sure?" he asked. And like that, Maria was his. His voice rolled through her, grabbing all her attention. The bedroom faded away, and all she knew was his voice.

"I really want to see you, love. Will you come over tomorrow?" He asked, his voice captivating her. She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him to fuck off. But instead, she found herself complying.

"Yes, I'll come over tomorrow." she said in a dreamy tone. The small part of her mind that was angry at herself for buckling this easy was growing smaller every time he spoke.

"Alright, love. I'll see you in the morning. And don't forget your uniform." And with that, he hung up. Maria sat there, the phone to her ear, wishing he would come back, say just a few more words to her.

She laid there, letting the feeling of his voice fade. It didn't take long before she was angry again, at him for doing this to her, at herself for being so weak. At her body, for betraying her. She threw the blanket off of her.

She was horny now. His voice was all it took, and her panties were soaked. Maria yanked them off, throwing them onto the floor. Her baggy tshirt came off as well, leaving her naked in her bed. Her fingers quickly found her shaved pussy.

Withing a few minutes of him hanging up, Maria was pumping three fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning his name. She had slept with her boyfriend a couple hours ago, but she couldn't hold herself back.

As she rode her left hand, her right grabbed her nipple. Pinching and twisting it. She felt her orgasm building up, and soon she was shaking, her moans almost screams, and she came all over her hand.

As she came down from the blissful high that he always made her go through, her anger started to come back. Maria laid there, naked with a cum covered hand and sheets, and started crying. She hated herself for doing this, to herself and to her boyfriend.

But she couldn't stop. And as she lay there, licking her cum off of her hand like a cat licking its paw, a little voice in the back of her head wondered what uniform he would like best.

Maria pulled into the driveway, shutting her car off. He lived twenty minutes outside of town, with no neighbors for a couple miles. Perfect for him, considering the screaming coming from his house every night.

She got out and walked up to the door. She was shaking, but she honestly didn't know if it was from anger, terror or excitement. She was wet again, the mere thought of seeing him turning her on. If she had any panties on, they would be drenched.

She knocked, obediently waiting for his maid to answer the door. Which she did, motioning for Maria to come inside. Maria screamed at herself silently, knowing that there would be no going back if she went in there.

But she did. The maid closed the door behind her, sliding the locks into place. Maria stood there as the maid took her coat, leaving her in the short skirt and tank top he loved seeing her in. The maid left her standing there, and Maria couldn't help but stare at the girl's naked ass as he walked away. He loved his servant girls to be naked in the house.

Maria shook her head, trying to make herself turn around and leave. But she heard him, coming down the stairs. And when he was in view, all thoughts of resistance vanished. He stood there, smiling at her.

She smiled back, running towards him and jumping into his arms. She squealed like a child, but she couldn't help it. She was so excited to see him again!

He laughed, and wrapped his arms around her. His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks hard. He kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue. She moaned into him, her juices running down her leg. She broke the kiss, looking up into his eyes. He towered over her, almost two heads taller.

"I missed you so much, master. I'm sorry I was mad on the phone last night." she said to him, sounding like a sweet little girl. He smiled. It was just what he wanted from her.

"It's OK, love," he whispered, making her moan again, "I've been wanting to see you again. But you seemed like you wanted your space." He seemed somewhat hurt by this last part, and she started crying.

"I'm so sorry, master, I don't know what was wrong with me. I'd never want to be away from you, I'm sorry!" she wailed, pressing her face - and her tits- into his chest. He smiled again, pulling one hand away from her ass to pat her head.

"It's OK love. Would you like to come upstairs with me?" He asked her, instantly stopping her tears and making her beam at him. She nodded, and he picked her up in his arms. Carrying her upstairs, he went to his bedroom and pushed the door open with his foot.

He set her down on the bed, and kissed her again, the same tongue invading passionate kiss he always gave her. As she sat there, though, something started nagging her. As the bad feeling grew stronger, he laughed at her.

And just like that, Maria was free. She remembered everything, the sick way she acted around him, his acting like her body belonged to him. She was angry at him, but before she could yell at him and push him away, all the memories came back.

Weeks of doing this same thing, coming to him like a lost puppy, going away angry, and then coming right back. She started crying, for real this time. As her shoulders shook, her head in her hands, he frowned.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked her, genuinely concerned.

"YOU!" She yelled, surprising him. "It's always YOU! My boyfriend, my friends, my life, they all go away every time you wag your finger, because you won't leave me alone!" Maria was bawling now, realizing that her life had become this man's plaything. He knelt down, so he was eye level with her.

"I'm sorry, love, but I can't let you go." He gently took her hand, pressing it to his lips. "I love you far too much to do that." She hated him, but she knew he was serious. He really did love her.

"Then take it away." she told him, whispering. The tears were slowing, and she looked at him, her big blue eyes captivating him. "If you really love me, then take this pain away. Forever."

He looked at her, shocked. She knew what this meant. What would happen to her. But she couldn't do this anymore, this endless game of cat and mouse.

He nodded, his shock turning to glee. Standing up, he pulled her to her feet. He held her face between his hands.

"Alright, love. Prepare yourself." he said to her, and she started crying again. And then he was there, in her head. He took it all away - her memories of before him, her feelings of sadness and guilt, her desire to be her own person and not chained to a relationship.

In an instant, Maria was gone. And the girl who opened her eyes to look at him was someone else. She was the girl he made come out all those times, the young, innocent, obedient woman. She was his.

He was grinning like an idiot, and she smiled back. Of course she was happy! She belonged to him, and that was everything she always wanted. To be his, forever. He kissed her and she kissed back, They stood there, their tongues wrestling, until he broke off, taking her tank top and pulling it up over head.

Her arms went up, letting him strip her, and her tits were exposed to the air. He threw the shirt away and took her tits in his hands, kneading them with his expert fingers. She moaned as he pinched and twisted her nipples, all while he mashed his mouth into hers.

They made their way onto the bed, her skirt flying to the floor. His clothes came off as well, and they were naked together. He got on his back while she climbed between his legs.

His cock was perfect, ten inches long and massive. She ran her tongue up the shaft, making him hiss. She flicked the tip with her tongue, and took him into her perfect little mouth. She couldn't take much of him in without gagging herself, but it was enough.

He moaned as she sucked, her head bobbing up and down. It took all his willpower not to cum in her mouth right now. He didn't want to waste it on her mouth. He wanted to let his load inside of her slit.

He grabbed her hair, roughly yanking her off. She didn't feel any pain, only pleasure at him using her. She was his, a plaything for him to entertain himself. If he wanted to be rough, then so be it.

He pulled her up to him, kissing her, and rolled over, swapping positions with her. She was on her back, and she instinctively spread her legs. He couldn't help but lean down and take a nipple into his mouth, biting down softly on it.

She screamed, and he felt her orgasm hit her. He smiled, and as she recovered he positioned himself at her opening. His cock rested on her wet slit, and she moaned.

"Please, master, fill me up, give me your cock!" She moaned, trying to move so he would be inside her. He grabbed her by her waist and pushed inside her. Her moan turned into a scream of pleasure as he slammed his length into her in one go. She came again, coating his dick on her juices.

He didn't give her a break. He started pumping, going in and out, and she was spasming underneath him. Every few thrusts. She had a mini-orgasm, the pleasure flooding her. She couldn't speak any more, guttural sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth.

He groaned, and he felt his cum building up. He was ready to burst, and he wanted to hit her deepest parts when he did. He reached down and pulled her up, so he was on his knees and she was riding him.

She started thrusting into him, matching his force, and she pressed her mouth to his, her moans muffled by him. He went in and out, her body squeezing him, trying to milk him dry, and finally he couldn't take it anymore.

He came, blasting her pussy walls with his cum. She came from the feeling of his hot spunk filling her up. He just kept cumming, and she came again. They sat there for a minute, their thrusts slowing, reveling in the pleasure.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, she fell backwards, his arm no longer supporting her. He followed her, and they laid there in each others arms. Slowly, her voice came back to her.

"I love you, master. I stopped taking my pills, like you told me to." she told him. He smiled, kissing her gently.

"I wonder if it will be a boy, or a girl?" He said, and she giggled.

"Either way, they're gonna love their daddy too." She wrapped her arms around his neck and resumed their kiss. He could feel himself getting hard again, but before he could pull her into another round, somebody knocked on the door.

They both looked up, and a child was standing there.

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." The little boy said, holding a blanket in his hands.

He smiled at the child. "Go sleep with your mother, son. I'm busy right now."

The boy nodded, and cocked his head, seeing her wrapped around his father.

"Who's that, daddy?" The boy asked, and his father just laughed.

"This is your second mommy, son. She's gonna be living with us from now on." His son stood there, watching them, until he turned and left.

He looked down at her, and smiled.

"I wonder if he wants a brother or a sister." He said, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

Smiling, she reached down and grabbed his quickly hardening cock in her hand.

"If he's anything like his father, he's gonna want as many girls around as possible." She said. She moved to put her pussy back on his cock, and slowly she went down, filling herself. She moaned as he penetrated her, pressing his cum back up into her.

"Let's get to work on that little sister for him, then." He said, and she giggled. She started going up and down, riding his cock as he lay there.