King And I by BurningDemoness..,

My first Sub/Dom sexual experience. , He was simply known as King. It was his last name, but I’d never known him by any other. King interested me in the same way that a caged lion interests a child; power and beauty collided within him to make something seemingly otherworldly.

King had a rough face, that managed to be both masculine and pretty. His nose had been broken at some point in the past and it was slightly crooked now. His eyes were emerald, stunningly so, and glistened when he looked anyone in the eyes. His chin was covered in 2 or 3 day old stubble, never more and never less. He was covered in scars; they ran across his hands and up his arms and further. I could see one protruding from his collar; the skin there slightly discoloured, it was lighter than his permanently tanned skin and shone slightly, but I’m sure that was just a trick of the light. His forearms and what I could see of his chest was covered in thick, dark hair. He was tall, easily clearing 6’6, and built like a bull to match. Nothing was small about him, physically or intellectually. He was a certified genius to boot.

We were introduced by a mutual friend, who by all rights I shouldn’t have known. He knew I wanted to meet someone I could talk to, not just one of his brain dead, moronic friends. He, the friend, asked me to come to one of his parties (which were usually full of beautiful girls, hot boys and a lot of drugs) so I agreed.

I showed up to his house in a slinky black dress that ended halfway up my thighs and multicoloured knee high socks with beautiful black boots, lined with fur. I didn’t look my age, which was a lot younger than most of the girls there, and was hit on several times before finding my man. The music was loud and all conversation had to be bellowed.
“Hey, how are you doing?” He shouted into my ear, getting me away from a drunk eighteen year old skater boy.
“This party’s shit man… Why am I even here?” I complained, pulling at the lace of my dress.

“Because I want you to meet someone.” He shouted back, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the people into a back room.

It was his parents bedroom, and with the door shut conversation suddenly became possible.
With his back to us was a man dressed stylishly in dark jeans and a pale green shirt. He was playing with the collar, flicking it up and down.
“King,” Our friend smiled. The bear of a man turned around and noticed me standing next to the lad, “meet the girl I was talking about.”
“This is her?” King smiled, a disbelieving look on his face, “No way. She’s too young.”
“And?” I snapped. I knew was younger than most people there, but I still hated it when it was pointed out, “What’s your problem, mister?”
“Mister?” He smiled a cocky half-smile at me and turned to our friend. “Leave her with me.”
“Sure. Just don’t break her, King. I like this one.”
“I bet you do.” King laughed as our friend left. King looked at me from the other side of the double bed, “So, you know why you’re here, I assume?”
“Not even slightly.” I shook my head, walking forwards and perching on the bed. I was determined that this hulk wouldn’t intimidate me. “But I can guess.”
“What do you think?” He asked, not bothering to make it polite.

I turned around and looked him up and down. He was definitely my type, but it being a good idea or not was something else entirely. “Depends.”
“On what?” He growled, starting to get frustrated with me.
“On if we do it here, or somewhere more private.” I said with a slight grin. I was enjoying this far too much. I lay back on the bed, sliding my dress up my legs as I did. I looked up at him from the bed and blinked twice.
King swallowed and blinked back. We held each other’s gaze for a few minutes, the muffled music from the party as a background. He sighed and turned towards the door. “Get up. We’re going to my place.”
“Okay.” I smiled and jumped up, walking out of the door and making sure that I got people’s attention as I was leaving. I noticed that the stares from several people had made King angry. Something about that turned me on and I could feel myself soaking my panties already. He hadn’t even touched me.
“The Porsche.” King growled at me as we walked away from the party. A black Porsche Panamera was parked two cars down from the house. He pulled open the passenger door and I slid in, paying no attention to the car or the man driving. King slipped into his seat, started the car and drove smoothly. We drove for ten minutes, maybe fifteen, and ended up outside a three story white painted house. It was flanked by a row of almost identical houses either side of it.
“Do come in.” He said, opening the door for me. “Darling.”
The word sent shivers down my spine and I knew that this was going to be the most fun I’d ever had.
King shut the door behind him and turned to face me. He smiled, showing off his sharp white teeth.
“You are to call me Master, or Sir.” He said calmly, walking towards me with his large strides. “Never King, or Daddy.”
I nodded, I hadn’t expected this to be his kink but I knew enough about sub/dom sex to make this work.
“I own you, every part of you. And you will obey my every command, yes?”
“Yes, Master.” I nodded, looking at King’s feet.
“Good.” He reached out and touched my shoulders, pulling me towards him. He hugged me loosely and whispered in my ear, “I hope you like pain, slut. You’re going to get a lot of it here.”
At first, I was repulsed by those words. My rational brain thinking that I should find a way out, get away from this man. But the deeper urges in me wanted it. I wanted the pain and humiliation that this man could give me. I wanted to be used by him and to be his fuck toy. I smiled as King released me.
“Take your boots off. Leave them down here.”
“Yes, Master.” I slid the boots off, feeling the soft fur under my palms as I picked them up and placed them to the side of the hallway.
King walked up the stairs, almost ignoring me. Out of sheer curiosity, I followed him. King walked into the master suite, a large four poster double was the centrepiece of the room. He walked to a chest of draws and took out rope, handcuffs, a metal spreader bar and took off his belt.
“Take the dress off.” He said over his shoulder. I did. Slipping off the lacey dress and leaving it a pile on the floor. I stepped out of it and walked over to him, waiting for more instructions.

King looked me up and down, my perk breasts were hidden by my black bra and my fresh pussy was likewise hidden by my black panties. King left his tools on the bed and walked over to me. He undid my bra, pulling it off and throwing it at my dress. He fondled my breasts for a second, cupping them in his hands and examining them. He rubbed my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Suddenly he pinched and pulled them, making me gasp. I quickly bit my lip and King pulled away from me.
“Take them off.” He pulled at my panties. I stepped out of them, feeling more naked than I ever had before, despite the fact that I had been allowed to keep my knee high socks on. “Good girl. Now, get on the bed. On your knees.”
I climbed onto the bed, and sat waiting. King snapped something around my ankles, I looked behind me to see it was the metal bar. A spreader bar, to keep my legs apart. I could feel the goosebumps rising over my whole body, the air was cold and the anticipation was more than I could bear. I shuffled slightly, getting used to the bar between my legs. King walked to the other side of the bed and snapped the handcuffs in place.
“Face down, ass up.”
I did as I was told. I didn’t look up, but I could hear him taking his clothes off. I wasn’t sure what he was removing, but the idea of being fucked like this turned me on. I could feel my clit tingling as I thought of the huge man’s cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy.
“Stop moving.” He commanded, placing his hands on my shoulders. I stopped breathing for a second and he let go of me, walked around to the other side and picked something up.
I didn’t dare look behind me. I felt King’s hands slide up my legs and between my thighs, feeling the hot wetness dripping from my pussy. He breathed heavily and pulled his hands up to my ass, he pulled my ass apart, spreading my pussy. His rough hands ran over my skin, making me crave more.
“If you make a noise while I’m doing this, you’ll regret it.”
I buried my face in the duvet, determined not to make a sound.