His Belonging - An Erotic Tale Read Online Free PDF

of the room. It
was a recently popular dance mix, heavy on the bass. She quickly did
something with the fabric and then turned the volume up a bit and
moved to the center of the room. She caught Blake's gaze and began to
dance.
    The two tiny little scraps of fabric she had retrieved were, quite
possibly, the most revealing bikini ever created. It was scanty
enough to make micro bikinis look like mu-mus. Her nipples were
covered but her areolae protruded on all sides of the 'cups'. The
panty portion appeared in constant danger of sliding into, and being
devoured by, her pussy. The effect was incredibly erotic, seeing her
in the tiny two piece was more than twice as stimulating as watching
her utterly naked had been. Once she began to dance the effect was
increased by a factor of five.
    When Courtney began to dance she seemed to disengage some of the
bones in her body. She moved where she would, as she would, and with
no regard to gravity or anything else. Some of what she did should
have had her in a pile on the floor, other moves should have caused
broken bones, and yet what resulted was a sinuous, erotic dance that
could give an erection to a corpse. Bottle what she had, sell it as a
cure for erectile dysfunction, and you'd become an instant
millionaire.
    Courtney's dance was an expression of herself and her feelings.
There was a hint of chaos to it, a remnant of her former self and
life before she received training. At the same time it was a tightly
controlled expression of lust, a demonstration of her primal urges
that had been encouraged to grow during her training, and an offer
that was impossible for certain parts of the body to refuse.
    By the end of the first song Blake found himself back at half
mast. For a while in the middle of the song he had been fully erect
again but as Courtney's movements slowed his erection receded. She
ended the first song completely still, her hair shrouding her face
and upper body. Her voice crept out from behind her hair, slightly
muted:
    “This next song is my theme song that I like to gift to good
owners. Tom had it and now I'm offering it to you.”
    The room began to reverberate with the music of NIN:
    You let me violate you
    You let me desecrate you
    You let me penetrate you
    You let me complicate you
    On and on the lyrics to 'Closer' from
Nine Inch Nails rang out in his living room. Driven by the deep,
insistent, bass beat Courtney offered all that she was, would be, and
could be to Blake. Her dancing body made it clear to him that what
she offered was everything she had and was. At the moment Blake
realized that the offer was for real, he was captured forever.
    A woman that he found attractive, that
as far as he could tell was intelligent, that had bedroom skills
beyond anything that he had ever known. A woman that wanted to simply
be owned by him, that wanted him to be her everything. A woman that
he might be able to trust.
    He was far gone by the end of the song.
He found that he had risen from the couch and approached her as the
music was ending. As the music faded into silence, Courtney folded
herself over like a flower folding in its petals for the night. Her
end position had her bent over double, grasping her own ankles, with
her legs slightly spread. Blake was sure it was an offer, her pussy
was aimed straight at him. During the dance his erection had come
back full force and as he strode forward he grasped her about the
hips, aimed himself roughly at her, and penetrated her forcefully.
    Courtney let out a gasp of pleasure and
tried to drive herself back onto him. She didn't quite have the
leverage for it though and the only thing that kept her from falling
was Blake's grasp on her hips. Blake had managed to shove his cock
halfway into her in that first thrust and was now trying to get
deeper with limited success. Blake stood several inches over six feet
and was very broad, his cock was sized proportionately to the rest of
him and was slightly longer, and much bigger around,