"No sir," I said.
I felt his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer.
"I want you now," he whispered. He suddenly stepped away, holding me by the hand and begun pulling me through the crowd. I followed as well as I could but he moved so quickly I was nearly wrenched off my feet. We practically ran up the stairs, moving so fast I couldn't see if anyone was watching us. As soon as we turned the corner of the corridor leading to his study, he turned and pulled me to him.
"You went into my office without permission," he said, his hand stroking down the curve of my back and lightly brushing across my ass.
"I was going to fuck you, sir," I answered, twisting his shirt in my hand.
He smacked me on the ass and before I could say anything else, hauled me down the corridor by the arm. I felt like I was being arrested. He hustled me through his study and through the door that was hidden in the wall. A moment later and he used the small black key to open the dungeon door and pulled me inside.
As the indirect lights came on, he dragged me across to a small wooden platform. I stepped up on it without him instructing me to.
"Put your hands up," he said, his voice dark.
I raised my arms above my head. Mr. Stone stepped closer to me and then ran his hands down my body. Suddenly he tore my dress, splitting it down the middle. The thin straps split in his hands and soon my ridiculously expensive dress was a pile of material on the ground, leaving me topless in the vibrating underwear I couldn't remove and my super high heels.
He reached up above me. I looked up and saw Mr. Stone clamp my wrists in leather restraints lined with wool. They were connected to a thick silver chain that hung from a solid wooden beam. Once my arms were restrained, he again stroked his hands down my body, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing my nipples and causing me to moan.
"Quiet," he said and swatted me on the ass.
He stepped away from me and pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. He tapped the screen and the low vibration started again. I was already sensitive from the last orgasm and so even this made my mind go blank. I managed to keep my mouth shut however and my sighs bottled up inside me.
Mr. Stone watched me for a moment as I held his gaze. His eyes were dark pools of blue-green and he looked like he wanted to consume me.
"Technology," he said and winked at me before tapping his phone again.
The vibration kicked up a notch and I nearly squealed at the feeling pushing through me. Then I felt my platform move. I thought it was just a wooden step but it was actually built into the ground. As it slowly sank I heard the chain above me move. I was soon on tip-toe, my arms stretched above me. The platform stopped in place, leaving me trembling to hold myself in place.
"You should not have gone into my office without permission little slave," he said. He tapped his phone again and the vibration kicked up to full power. My legs jolted and suddenly the step was gone and I was hanging by my wrists. I was completely helpless before him, unable to stop him doing whatever he wanted to me. A moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes as the vibration from the underwear surged through me. What had brought me to my knees in the corridor when I first put them on hadn't been full power. I couldn't think. My entire world had shrunk to the sensation between my legs.
Suddenly the vibration stopped and Mr. Stone pulled the underwear off me. He had stripped down and I barely had a moment to appreciate his cut body before he pulled my legs up and slammed his cock into me.
He wrapped his arms around me even as I put my legs around him and started fucking me furiously. He bit my neck and then moved his head down to take a nipple between his teeth. I squealed as he nipped me with his teeth, feeling first the pain and then the hot rush of pleasure. With every stroke of his cock into me I heard the chain clinking above us.
"I need you," he grunted, pulling his hand up to enclose my throat. I couldn't answer because I was gasping with his every movement. I felt his fingers tighten and between his hand on my throat and his cock pounding into me I couldn't take it any longer. I cried out as I came again, trying to pull myself on to him, trying to pull myself away from him. I opened my eyes and found he was an inch away from me, our noses nearly touching. I heard him gasp and then felt him come, his arm tightening around me, his hand tensing on my throat.
Somewhere between my hitching breaths and aftershocks he undid the restraints and lowered me to the floor. I leaned against his naked body, hearing his heart thudding in his chest.
"Will you be mine?" he asked, stroking my back with his fingers.
This time there was no doubt in my mind.
"Yes, sir," I said, looking up into his eyes.
He turned away from me and picked up his suit jacket which he'd thrown over a tall wooden bench. He reached into the pocket, pulled out the black leather collar and turned back towards me. He'd been carrying it with him this entire time! Just waiting for this moment.
Holding his gaze, I pulled my hair and away from my neck and then turned my back on him. I heard Mr. Stone move behind me and then felt the warm band of leather encircle my neck. There was a soft snick as the clasp closed and with that sound, I knew I was his completely.
I turned around to face him and saw he was watching me, looking into my eyes. But what was he looking for? I raised my fingers to the collar and felt myself shiver. To be possessed. To be his.
To be owned.
"I'm yours, sir," I said.
He stepped closer to me and kissed me.
"I know," he said.
With that, he took me by the hand and led me out of the room. For a moment I worried we'd be seen by the party guests but as soon as we stepped out into the corridor I realized the guests must have all gone home. The mansion was quiet and still. We stopped off in the guest bedroom to grab two thick white robes and then he led me down the corridor, past the main stairs and down the corridor that stretched off the other side. It turned and we ascended another staircase.
I was dizzy enough from the sex (and floating along wearing the collar) but I quickly realized he was taking me to his bedroom. I wasn't going to be sleeping in the guest room or sent home in a limo with Mi-oh.
Soon we reached a set of large black mahogany doors and Mr. Stone used the small black key again. They opened inwards and he led me inside before they closed behind us. Against the wall was a simply gigantic bed, like someone had joined two king size beds together and then decided that wasn't quite enough. As soon as I saw it, I felt a wave of sleepiness wash across me. I wanted to be in it, nestling against Mr. Stone. He led me across the room to the window and I looked down into the grounds behind the mansion. Tiny solar lights glimmered throughout the garden and I smiled at the sight of the hedge maze. Mr. Stone stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my body before gently kissing my neck.