Power Play

With the lights in the office off, Cayla didn't see Dagaz sitting there in the dark, right up until the moment he spoke and scared the shit out of her.

"If I didn't know better." he said, "I may have accused you of snooping." He'd known the response he'd get, had looked forward to it actually, in a sadistic practical joke kind of way. He'd heard her approaching the office way before she'd opened the door, having had plenty of time to flick the lights on or lock the door, but he'd decided to teach her two simple lessons. The first being that in his home, there were some rooms that were strictly off limits, without an invitation anyway. The second, was that he was always in charge.

The sound of his voice was enough to make her practically jump out of her skin — as the lights had been off she’d expected the room to be empty. The lights going up had been enough to make her scream, and despite himself Dagaz couldn't help but laugh.

"What the fuck!" Cayla’s hand flew to her chest, possibly to keep her heart from leaping from it and running from the room. Her relief at seeing who had spoken was obvious, as was her self-righteous anger. "You prick. You scared the life out of me sitting there in the dark. What do you think you're doing?"

"Aside from catching you snooping around?" he shot back.

"I wasn't snooping... I was.. Um..." the words died in her mouth.

"Being nosey?" he offered.

Her hands came down from her chest to rest on her hips. The pose she struck managed to be sexy and portray a fuck you attitude at the same time. "Checking out the competition." She resisted the urge to poke her tongue out at him, she wasn't drunk still, although she did still feel kind of wiped.

*I thought we agreed it wasn't a competition."

"We did. It's not. A competition I mean." The blood ran to her face, she obviously wasn't used to struggling for words. "It's not a competition if I got to sleep with her."

"Fall asleep, you mean. You didn't sleep with her. Difference." He didn't particularly feel like he needed to explain, the fact she'd fallen asleep in the car and woken up here should have gone some way towards her realising she'd not made her way up on her own. The eyebrow of hers that shot up to mock him though did start to piss him off.

"No, I meant what I said. We slept together. Well, maybe not 'slept', we were kind of standing up. Well, she was. I was kind of on my knees. She was on my face..."

The anger was written all over Dagaz's face now. The cheek of this bitch, to not only hit on Ava in the club, but to outright challenge him, and then to make this up to try and goad him. But even as she spoke the words, he knew what he'd smelt on her hair when he'd carried her from the car earlier — Ava's perfume had been all over her, and more than that, although he had overlooked it. The scent buried deeper beneath, but still as intoxicating had been the smell of sex. More specifically of Ava's sex, mingled with one he hadn't recognize at the time, but could make an educated guess at who the owner was now.

"When? " He practically spat the word out. No sooner had it left his lips that he knew it had been a stupid question, the two of them had only had a few chances to have slept together, both of which had been at the club. Either before he'd first found them together on the dance floor practically dry humping each other, or more likely after he'd left them alone afterwards to go and feed. Either way, he knew it to be true.

She smiled, and she knew she'd hit her target. This guy reeked of self privilege, of entitlement, and a part of her hated it. She seen a kindred spirit in Ava, had watched her walk into the club on his arm before he promptly abandoned her. So she'd swooped in, shown her a good time, and claimed her prize. Her prize, and fuck him if he though otherwise.

"Doesn't matter. Why, did I get there first?" The thought made her eyes burn. "I did, didn't I? Do you know how sweet she tastes? How damn beautiful she looks when she cums?" She meant to tease him, to reiterate her point, but had no idea how dangerously close she was edging towards poking the bear.

His blood was practically boiling hearing her words, the more she wound him up, the hotter it became. Ava belonged to him. Ava was his!! If that meant feeding her more blood, then so be it that's what he'd do.

But first, he intended to deal with Cayla's smart mouth, and put it to better use. Stepping closer, he fixed his eyes on her, letting his anger fall away from his face, let his rage seep from his gaze as he fixed it on her. He was standing so close now he could feel the heat from her skin on his own, could see the little smudge her lipstick had made against the side of her mouth where she'd been resting against her hand where she'd slept. Unbidden, his hand came up to wipe the smear away with his thumb, and before he knew it he had his fingers resting gently on the back of her head. As he pulled her in for a kiss, he felt her skin flush.

She struggled at first, not exactly trying to pull away from him, but not wholly complicit in the embrace either. As a few moments passed, as the kiss blossomed from the gentle pressing of lips that it had begun as and descended into a deeper exploration of each other, her resistance melted away and she threw herself into the kiss.

With a passion that easily matched the one she'd shown when she'd stolen a kiss from him on the dance floor, Dagaz found himself going from being the kisser to the one being kissed. She wanted this, he could feel her passion burning through her lips, through her hands half pushing him away but yet grabbing a handful of his shirt and holding on for dear life.

What had started as an act of dominance, as his attempt to assert his presumed place of power over the woman before him, soon descended into a full blown power play as his kisses began to be returned with a **** ten fold the passion he had put into them. The hands that had been attempting to put distance between their two bodies now pulled them together, the softness of her own and the hardness of his slamming together. Her kisses travelled to his chest, Dagaz's own trailed down to her neck, to that dangerous area of her body where his self control threatened to reject all logic. He could feel her pulse beneath his lips as he pressed them to her skin to kiss, could smell her blood beneath as it rushed through her veins, and the sensation threatened to drown him. He wanted nothing more than to pierce her skin, to unleash his fangs and rip into her throat with reckless abandon until her sweet blood filled his mouth. He knew if he submitted that he'd be lost to his own animalistic instincts, driven not by his passion but by his hunger. Those instincts, if he gave them the chance, would easily overwhelm him, turn him from man to beast. From lover to killer.

He'd had enough killing the past few day to last him his new lifetime, and his previous one. Struggling to keep his fangs sheathed, he sprinkled more kisses on Cayla's neck, but the temptation to draw blood didn't fade — whilst his nose was buried in the nape of her throat the urge was too great. Kissing his way upwards, he brought his lips towards her ear and nibbled, whispering as he went.

"Down."

Even as he spoke, his hands had gently began to guide her throat away from his mouth. Her lips found his one last time, lingered there until he thought they may set up a permanent residency, before they began to kiss their way southwards. His collar bone was now the one being kissed, his shirt buttons being popped open one by one to allow her to kiss her way further down his chiselled stomach. Her lips traced the outline of every muscle on his chest exploring what they found, her fingers following not far behind after giving his nipples a hard twist. Whilst she may have been compliant, that didn't mean she would be subservient. Nails dragged down his chest towards his waistband, before hooking beneath to cup his hardness and squeeze forcefully.

"I could say the same." She'd intended her voice to sound ironic, yet what came out sounded closer to awestruck. Even through his pants she could feel his girth, and couldn't help but be a little impressed. No wonder Ava liked this guy, who wouldn't considering.

Dagaz slipped his shirt off, tossed it on the desk and turned back towards her. Ava couldn't completely suppress a sigh as she drunk in the enticing sight of the half-naked man before her, clad only in his trousers. Subconsciously, she curled her fingers around the edge of the desk, wishing she was raking them through his chest hair instead, caressing down the flat planes of his stomach and following his trail down to the waist of his pants. While the hair on his chest was more coarse and curled, the one trailing over his stomach and further down was a bit smoother to the touch. She loved both feelings equally on her skin.

He moved his hands to his belt and started to unbuckle it. Hearing her huff, he stopped moving, fixing his eyes on hers and waiting.

“Really?” she feigned annoyance, but then accidentally betrayed herself when she automatically liked her lips without even noticing. “Are you putting on a show now?”

“No,” Dagaz replied, dropping his tone to a husky level as he resumed popping his buttons open, “just relieving a little pressure.” He lowered his pants just enough for her to see the bulge straining in his boxer briefs and lent backwards onto the desk with a low groan that sent a bolt of heat into the pit of her stomach. “Ah, that's much better.”

Silently, Dagaz let his pants fall to his ankles. Cayla obliged in removing his boxers for him, and he stepped out of both, taking no effort to hide his hardness from the woman before him. Unrestricted by his clothing, she got her first proper look at his prick, and reached out gingerly to inspect it. She wasn't unfamiliar with penises, quite the opposite in fact, but given the choice she preferred to get intimate the female form.

“Still want it to go down?” he asked, spreading his thighs slightly to allow her better access.

Cayla swallowed thickly at the sight. “No,” she said a little breathlessly and pressed her legs a little closer together.

“Oh, so now you want it?” Dagaz growled and ran his thumb slowly up and down his length in a lazy caress, “After I had to go all night with nothing but my fantasies?”

She took the bait eagerly. “Fantasies?” she echoed and shifted a little. “About her? About me?”

“Maybe. Maybe both.” He closed his fist around his shaft, not too tightly, and began stroking himself from base to tip and back down very slowly. “You might have been on my mind.”

She bit her lip and felt wetness pool inside her. “Tell me about it,” she encouraged, trying to keep her tone nonchalant and not so ****, but it was useless, of course. Their was something about his voice that she found very enticing, but when someone talked dirty to her... oh, that had been her downfall on more than one occasion. The combination with the show he was regaling her with was almost too hot to handle, and he was more than aware of that, of course.

“Hmmm, let's see...” he drawled and looks at the ceiling, as if he has to strain his memory to recall the details. “First, I was thinking of fucking her and making you watch. Then when I finished fucking Ava senseless, maybe bringing you up here and having you on my desk. The classic, you could say.” His hand kept moving steadily while he talked, nice and slow, and he closed his eyes for a moment with an appreciative sigh.

“Oh yeah, classic for sure,” Cayla agreed, her eyes glued to his hand, and her own fingers fidgeted restlessly in the urge to touch herself, but she knew he would notice, and she didn't want him to stop talking. “Bent over?” she asked, almost hopefully.

His eyes opened and focus on her again. “Why not,” he replied firmly, and she saw his fingers tighten their grip a bit whilst never stopping their rhythm, “I think you'd enjoy that wouldn't you?” He savoured the words, his voice dropping a little nuance. A delightful little shiver ran down her spine when he continued, “You're looking at me over your shoulder while I make you fall apart.” His eyes glittered with an animalistic spark, and he ran his tongue across his full bottom lip. “Repeatedly.”

Taking a hard grasp of the cock before her, she moved it around in her hand, inspecting the length of meat before her. Her thumb ran along the length from his balls to the tip, marvelling at the smoothness of the skin on the underside and the soft glisten of the head as it leaked the tiniest drop of pre cum onto her hand and she brought it up and over to begin stroking the skin down. Within a few strokes Dagaz had gone from hard to raging, having been denied proper release recently his cock was more than eager to receive more attention, and the mouth before him was just begging to give it to him. What she had failed to notice, was that he had subtly ran his sharp fingernail across the delicate skin at the base of his dick, hard enough to drawn a few drops of blood.

Cayla found herself grabbed none too gently by the hair, she went to protest but her attempts were short lived as she found her mouth impaled on the full length of Dagaz's cock, but she didn't mind. The fact that she finally had him in her mouth was almost a cause for celebration. She roughly stroked him, once, twice, and then ran her tongue around the underside of his head. He gasped and began to smile. He tasted a little salty, and little... she couldn't quite place the taste. Coppery maybe.

“Damn it.” He hissed. “God, you’re so good at this.” He looked like he was caught in a storm of pleasure and couldn’t get out. The plans he'd been concocting in his mind evaporated under her touch; every thought he had was clouded by the explosive pleasure her mouth was giving him.

As the blood she inadvertently just ingested invaded her body, she smiled and started to pump him harder as she let his dick invade her mouth, but still maintained an agonisingly slow pace. She massaged his balls and squeezed lightly, making him draw in a sharp breath. She loved hearing him whimper, moan, and groan. It was like fuel to her; it was the fuel that made her want to see how long he could last without begging.

She stopped pumping him, and ran her tongue from the base of the underside of his cock, all the way up to the tip, and slowly over the slit. Dagaz's mouth gapped open as he watched her lap at the beads of pre-cum that leaked. She hummed in content and licked her lips, making his arousal spike.

This wasn't enough, as good as her lips felt as the slipped back around his cock and started sliding once more back down towards his balls, he wanted more. More importantly, he wanted control back. As difficult as it was to find the self control to do so, he pulled her head from his length and lifted her to her feet. Silently, save the sound of thin fabric tearing, her spun her towards the deck and ripped her panties away. Roughly running a digit across her already wet entrance, he thrust a finger inside of her. The sound that escaped her lips was so high it was practically musical, and he quickly clamped his hand over her mouth to stifle her cry of pleasure. The idea of her waking Ava and her walking in on them wasn't without merit, but it did involve risk.

Using his finger, he rubbed her wetness across his own already spit covered prick, and used what was left to cover his fingers. As tempting as it was to fuck the warm pussy before him, he intended to use this opportunity to teach Cayla her place. Less than gently, he pushed two fingers into her tight back passage, holding her tight by the shoulder so that she couldn't escape the intrusion. She bucked against his digits, wriggled her tight ass against his hand but didn't try to stop him. After a few moments, Dagaz realised that she wasn't wriggling to escape, but to accommodate him, to stretch her ass open for what she hoped was to come.

The sight of her using her own weight to stretch her ass hole open was about as much as his self control was willing to take. As he pulled his fingers from her ass with a soft plop, he granted her a moments respite to catch her breath, before slamming the full length of his prick deep inside her bowels. It took more than a little effort, the tight ring of muscle fought against the invasion at first, but the more thrust he gave the more he felt it relax. As he started building a rhythm, he began to feel Cayla using her arms against the desk beneath her, pushing herself backwards even harder against his prick. Dagaz gave her ass a hard slap, there was no malice or pain behind it, he was just enjoying the moment and the sight of the pale globes bouncing in front of him.

"Yes, that's it, squirm for me. Take this dick deeper. Mmmmm, deep into your ass! Ohhhhhh that's so hot. Oh yes, mmmmm, I think this butt was made for fucking, don't you?" From the frantic moans coming from the mouth beneath his hand, he sensed she agreed with him. "Tonight I will make it mine forever. Do you want that Cayla? Do you want me to take that hot little behind of yours and make it mine? To take your anal virginity? To make you my anal whore? Answer me! Do you want those things?" He moved his hand from her mouth slightly, just enough to give her the opportunity to answer him.

"Yes." Cayla whimpered, moaning so loudly afterwards that she almost missed the follow-up.

"Then beg me for it" Dagaz demanded, before he smirked, "When ever you're ready for it, just say the word, and I will make you mine."

Blushing slightly Cayla immediately opened her mouth to beg, only stopping to cry out as Dagaz slammed back into her butt. She enjoyed the sensation briefly before finally pleading, "Please Dagaz, make me yours. I want to be yours. I want you to, to ass fuck me and make me yours. Please? Fuck my butt ass hard and make it yours forever!"

Hearing her beg was intoxicating. Dagaz pulled his length from her until the just the tip rested against the quivering brown hole. Again this caused Cayla to let out a gasp, this one much louder than before and quickly followed by a whimper, but again she **** herself to relax and continued to surrender herself and her most private hole to the him. Dagaz pause to savour that fact, and the sight of her ass hole resting beautifully against his cock, before he began slowly pushing forward, allowing himself to slide deep into Cayla's rectum once again. And perhaps the best part of all this was she continued to spread her cheeks, giving him the perfect view of her being anally violated.

Dagaz found himself staring at where his hips met Cayla's cheeks, and then shortly after that he began staring at her butt hole again as his dick was pumping in and out of it as began mercilessly butt fucking her.

Cayla had no idea what the hell was wrong with her. She'd had serious doubts that anyone but another woman could make her cum. Until now, she'd never had more than a finger or two up her ass, and hadn't given any of her sexual partners the opportunity to put anything else up there. She'd been a little scared if she was being honest with herself, she had expected anything bigger to be agony. Instead, she'd found losing her anal virginity a breeze. Sure, the initial popping of her cherry had been painful, and there had definitely been some discomfort as her rectum was stuffed with dick, but there was a type of initial pleasure she hadn't been expecting. And then things only got worse, or better depending on how she chose to look at it.

On the one hand she was greatly relieved being anally violated wasn't quite as bad as she had imagined it would be, as she wasn't some kind of masochist who liked pain. On the other hand it was incredibly embarrassing to feel pleasure when getting her shit hole stuffed the first time, and it was mortifying to feel her back hole loosening up so quickly to accept that it was now Dagaz's personal fuck hole. Although the very worst part was she when she started moaning the second Dagaz started officially sodomising her.

But here she was, **** to try and hide the fact that this wasn't quite as hard for her as it should have been. That it was practically easy. That it almost felt natural to be in this position, to be spreading her cheeks in total submission, to take it in the hole which was never meant to be taken. Like, her ass was made for this purpose, and no other, the thought embarrassing her beyond belief. Then of course, as if he was reading her mind, Dagaz had to verbalise that embarrassing thought.

"Oh my God, look how easily that cock slides into that fuck hole." he moaned softly with delight, "Mmmmm, that looks so good. Like that ass was made to be fucked."

Under normal circumstances Cayla may have been able to think of a witty come back, or at least tell him to fuck off, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Partly because her brain was barely working at the moment, but mostly because she was afraid that if she lifted her face up and tried to offer up a witty retort the only thing which would come out of her mouth would be moans of pleasure. Because that's all she felt right now, amazing and life changing pleasure from something she shouldn't. Or make that somethings, because the humiliating words from him was somehow adding to her arousal, which was only more humiliating.

She felt him pull all the way out from her, before slamming his full length back in again viscously, causing her to cry out with pure joy as she felt his balls slap against her tights. That was followed by more cries as Dagaz began sodomising her again.

"That's it bitch, take it deep. Take it deep down your in your ass my little whore! Ohhhhhhh yesssssss, you're getting good at that. Sooooooo goooooooddddddd at taking my cock up your ass. Oh fuck, I'm so proud of you. Ooooooooh fuck, that's so hot." Dagaz moaned while the woman beneath him pushed against his thrusts, barely concentrating on what he was saying as he was so lost in the moment. "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh Cayla, take it like a bitch! Mmmmmm, take it deep in your butt like the little bitch you are! Oh shit, your ass is so hot! Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk, I could fuck it forever."

Of course inevitably it became all too much and Cayla pleaded, "Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhhhhh Goooooooodddddddddd yeeeeeesssssss, fuck my ass! Fuck my fucking ass! Oh my God, why does it feels so good? Why does is have to feel so good, oooooooooh fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Ooooooh fuckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeee, fuck me, wreck my fucking shit hole, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh fuck! Harder, harder, harder! I'll do anything, ohhhhhhh, anything, I swear, just make me cum! Slam my ass and make me cum. Please? Please, mmmmmm, ruin my fucking butt hole! Gape it wide open! Please, ohhhhhhh yes, mmmmmmm, destroy my shit hole and turn it into a bitch hole you can use however, whenever, and wherever you fucking want! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh shit, oooooooh God yes, just like that! Please make my ass yours! Make all of me yours! Make me your bitch! Yeeeeeesssssssss, make me your little bitch who loves it up the ass! Ohhhhhhhh Dagaz, make me yours! Mmmmmmm, your walking fuck hole! Your bitch! Your oooooooohhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeesssssssss, aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!"

The filth now pouring from her mouth almost stunned Dagaz. Seeing the feisty woman who had only hours ago looked him in the eye across a dance floor defiantly and practically challenge him for his girlfriend now slamming herself backwards onto his cock was easily one of the greatest sights he had been privileged to.

Taking a firm grip of Cayla's hips, he began increasing the pace. Even though he'd already been ploughing into her hard, it didn't take long until it felt like he had to be using every ounce of his supernatural strength to fuck her. Cayla felt like she was being spanked from the **** of those thrusts, which were causing her butt cheeks to jiggle and the sounds to echo throughout the room. But she felt nothing but ecstasy as she crashed over the most powerful orgasm of her life, which were quickly followed by another, and another, and another which left her a deafening screaming wreck.

Somewhere in the middle of her fourth or fifth climax she had an epiphany. She didn't care any more, she just didn't care. The last shred of her dignity was gone, and she didn't want it back. No, she meant the words she said before, she wanted to be his anal slut. His ass whore. His butt sex loving bitch. Whatever Dagaz wanted her to be she would be, just for the chance that he might butt fuck her again. And hopefully Dagaz would be true to his word, owning her completely. Maybe he'd think about letting Ava use her too. Oh yes, she remembered how easily Ava had made her cum while fucking her, and she definitely wanted some more of that. Although not as much as she wanted Dagaz to fuck her ass again, and again, and again, which was Cayla's last coherent thought for quite a long time.

Dagaz was confident that he had done it, that he'd succeed in breaking her and this amazing women was now his, and more importantly for this particular moment, that her ass was his. Oh yes, he had made this beautiful woman his anal fuck toy, ready and willing to bend over for him at a moments notice and give him her most private holes for him to use at his leisure. Giving one last hard thrust, he buried himself as deep into her bowels as he could **** his dick and felt himself explode what felt like an absolute bucket load of cum. He squeezed her ass cheeks hard together around the base of his cock as he spurted wave after wave into her, felt her hand come down to her pussy to desperately try and rub some of his spunk from her ass into her cunt. Through the thin wall inside her, he could feel the tips of her fingers banging against the tip of his meat as he finished emptying his balls.

Of course inevitably he was **** to stop, pulling his dick out of Cayla's back hole the second he did so he could admire his handiwork, happily staring at that widely gaped butt hole for a few long seconds before ordering, "Spread your cheeks! Mmmmm yes, present that pretty little gape to me. Show just how well I've wrecked your once tight ass!"

Cayla immediately did as she was told, shooting her hands to her ass cheeks just as she had done when she allowed Dagaz's dick into her most intimate passage. Thankfully this time she had the presence of mind to spread those cheeks slowly, putting a show. Not that it was necessary to show just how wrecked her butt hole was, to her it felt like a gaping crater oozing cum from it, and given the grin, on Dagaz's face she guessed it wasn't that far off. But Dagaz looked pleased, and that's what truly mattered. It was the only thing that would ever matter again to Cayla, and she certainly promised to do everything in her power to please him, no matter how twisted and degrading it was.

Putting that thought to the test Dagaz gave her his first real order. "Good, now suck my cock. Suck your ass juices off of my cock. You better impress me, or I might never fuck your ass again.'

Not doubting his threat, Cayla let go of her cheeks, turned around and crawled over to him. She then frowned momentarily as Dagaz walked past her, but then she just felt stupid, because of course he was going to sit himself down. It seemed the perfect place to give him a blow job, and Cayla's mouth was already watering at the thought of being granted that honour. Who cares if she would have to **** herself by going ass to mouth? Given how she had reacted to being butt fucked, and how much he'd seemed to love doing it, it was impossible for Cayla to do anything except eagerly crawl over to where Dagaz was now sitting and wrapping her mouth around his cock.

Instantly Cayla found herself moaning with shameless pleasure, her eyelids fluttering closed so she could savour the moment. Which of course resulted in her being relentlessly mocked by Dagaz, not that it mattered. Hell, she was barely aware of it, she was too busy savouring the unique delicious flavour. Then she was too busy beginning to bob her head up and down on the meat in her mouth. After cleaning every drop of her butt cream from the head of course. Those bobs started out gentle and concentrating on the first few inches, but it wasn't long before Cayla was pushing that dick into her throat so she could get every drop of her anal juices, and more importantly please Dagaz, who after a while started looking lovingly at her and began verbally encourage her.

"Yeahhhhhhh, take it deep!" Dagaz called out gleefully, "Mmmmmm, take it deep down your fucking throat! Mmmmmm, there's nothing better than a nice wet blow job. Especially after a butt fuck. Oooooh yeahhhhh, I bet you love tasting your own ass juice after your back hole has been gaped by me. Yeah, now is the time you need to show what an enthusiastic cock sucker you are, and just how much you love the taste of your own ass."

Satisfied that not only had she had cleaned every inch of his prick, but that she was well and truly aware of her place, Dagaz took one long look at the cum om Cayla’s cum smeared face before him. He hooked his fingers deep inside her pussy, and pulled her to her feet. Admiring the carnage his handiwork had wrought on her back passage, he gave it a hard slap, causing a little more of his cum to trickle from her not quite closed hole.

"Go and clean yourself up."

Notes:

So this chapter ended up being a lot longer (nearly 3x) the size of the ones I usually put out, but it needed it. I went through so many rewrites of this trying to get the power play to feel the way I wanted, and it's still not perfect but it flows the way I want. .

As always though, check the updates Chapter for any story wise changes you may have missed, and if you've enjoyed what you've read, please, please leave me comments and feedback. If I don't know what works for you guys, I can't adapt.