Chapter 6: The erasing
The sun began to set over Pablo's ocean-front estate, casting an orange glow over the room and bathing everything in its warm light. Sara sat on the edge of the grand four-poster bed, her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. Her mind was filled with a turmoil of emotions, a complicated knot of love, desire, fear and guilt.
Pablo stood by the large bay windows, his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on the horizon. His mind, too, was in turmoil, though he hid it better than Sara could.
He had never expected to find such a passionate, responsive woman in Sara. That she agreed to become his submissive slave and that she took everything he wanted to give her with eagerness, like fucking in public, being taken in the ass for the first time, or being gangbanged, was just the icing on the cake. Sara was special.
And now, here they were, both of them in a complicated web of emotions and feelings that neither of them knew how to handle. They had never planned for this to happen, but it did. It was only going to happen for a week, but as the deadline got closer, things got more real.
As they turned to look at each other, the silence in the room was broken only by the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.
The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the room bathed in a soft, amber glow.
"I can't believe this is happening, Pablo," Sara whispered, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. "I mean, I've never done anything like this before. This has gone way beyond a fantasy or a game for me." She swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of emotions welling up inside her - lust, fear, excitement, guilt.
Pablo approached her slowly, his eyes locked onto hers. He reached out and gently traced the curve of her cheek with his thumb. "I know, Sara. It's a lot to take in, I know," Pablo murmured, his voice dripping with empathy. "But do you regret it? Do you regret these past few days with me?"
Sara shook her head, her eyes shining with emotion. "No, I don't regret it. These past few days have been the most intense, fulfilling days of my life. You helped me step out of my shell, helped me explore my wild side, and helped me get over my depression on top of it all."
Pablo grinned, taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips for a gentle kiss. "Hearing that makes me happy, pet. But knowing you'll be gone in three days crushes my heart." Said Pablo, with a longing tone.
His breath caught as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was fierce, their bodies melting together as they explored each other once again.
Sara's hands roamed over Pablo's body, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her touch. She could feel his hardness against her and the heat radiating off his body, igniting a fire within her.
Her muffled cries of pleasure echoed in the room as Pablo picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and peppered her neck and chest with kisses before making his way down to her breasts.
Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, Pablo sucked it hard, enjoying the way it pebbled beneath his touch. Sara's whimpers filled the room as he bit down gently. She squirmed beneath him, her body on fire with need.
“Please, Pablo,” Sara cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist. “I need you inside me.”
Pablo’s eyes gleamed with desire and pride at her words. Unbuckling his belt, he let his pants drop to the floor before climbing back onto the bed.
Sara's eyes widened as he straddled her, his throbbing cock now mere inches from her face.
"Open up, slut, let me fill your mouth with my cum," he growled.
Sara couldn't help but obey, her lips parting to take him in as his cock was plunged into her mouth. The taste of his salty pre-cum made her gag initially, but soon she fell into a rhythm, tugging on his cock with one hand as she lathered her pussy with her other.
Pablo groaned with pleasure, feeling her soft lips envelop him. He plunged deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Sara choked, tears welling up in her eyes. But she didn't stop. She wanted to please him; needed to feel him come undone from the pleasure she was giving.
Pablo gripped her hair, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked her face with abandon. The sound of her moans was muffled by his cock, but the desperation was clear. Sara wanted something more, something deeper.
She needed to feel him inside of her, to be consumed by him.
Pushing him back onto the bed, she climbed on top, positioning herself right above his cock.
"I want to ride you," Sara said with desire in her voice, as she began to lower herself onto his cock, engulfing him in her slick wetness.
Pablo let out a groan as he felt himself sinking into her, inch by inch. Sara slowly began to rock her hips back and forth, a gorgeous smile playing on her lips as she built up a slow and steady rhythm.
Her long, curly black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of darkness as she began to pick up the pace, her C-cup breasts bouncing with each downstroke. She looked like an erotic dream come true, and Pablo couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Fuck yeah, you like that big cock inside you, Sara?" Pablo asked with a devilish grin, reaching up to grip her hips as she rode him harder and faster.
"Oh, fuck yes, Master. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me," she groaned. She started to bounce her hips harder, her tits jiggling in front of him. Pablo reached up and squeezed her breasts, enjoying the way they felt in his hands. Sara moaned even louder as she continued to ride him, their bodies slapping together creating a filthy soundtrack in the room.
Pablo let out a strangled moan as he felt the tightness of her pussy building up around him. She was close to climaxing, and he could feel her walls contracting around his cock.
"Tell me, my slave, do you like being owned by me?" Pablo asked as he kept massaging Sara's tits.
She gasped at his words, her body tensing as he pushed her closer to the edge. She knew what it meant to be claimed, to be owned, and the idea made her wetter than ever before.
"Yes, Master," Sara moaned in response. "I love being your slave, being owned by you, being yours." She leaned down to kiss him deeply, their tongues dancing as Pablo continued to thrust upward into her.
"Fuck, I'm close," Pablo grunted, his grip tightening on Sara's hips. "Get on your hands and knees, pet.
Show me how much you want it," Pablo commanded as he motioned to the doggy style position. Sara obeyed without hesitation, the thrill of submission coursing through her veins.
With a primal growl, Pablo lined up at her entrance before thrusting into her deeply and slowing down, letting the sensation build up. The size of him made her utterly stuffed, yet she wanted more. More of his cock, more of his dominance, more of this connection between them.
She craved it all.
Pablo grabbed a handful of her hair and started fucking her harder from behind pulling harshly on her hair with each thrust.
Sara's breasts swayed back and forth as her master took her from behind. She screamed out with pleasure as he rammed into her harder and faster.
"You like that, slut? You like that big cock of mine?" Pablo grunted as his hips slammed against hers. Sara nodded vigorously, unable to form any words. "Say it! Tell me what you want," he demanded.
"I want your cock, master. I want you to fuck me," Sara managed to gasp through her heavy breathing.
"Oh, you want daddy's big cock inside you, baby?" Pablo sneered as he gave it to her harder.
"Yes, daddy, I want your cock," Sara moaned as she felt him hit the perfect spot inside her. With a growl, Pablo gripped her hips even tighter and slammed his cock into her with such force that Sara collapsed onto the bed, her cheek pressed against the soft duvet.
Pablo continued to assault her from behind, his hips snapping faster and faster as his cock disappeared inside of her again and again.
And as she was in that position, her ass raised high with her face and tits pressed against the bed, Pablo asked in a wicked tone, "Tell me, my filthy slut, do you love me? Do you love your Master?" Pablo demanded, his voice low and commanding. Sara could feel her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. In that instant, she knew she had fallen for this man, this dominant, alpha male who was owning her every desire.
"Yes, Master,” she gasped out, her voice filled with longing and submission. "I love you, with every fiber of my being."
Pablo let out a growl as he felt her words settle into him, filling him with a sense of triumph and possession. He slammed into her, his cock throbbing with need inside her.
He pulled on her hair, relishing the way her back arched, opening herself further to him.
"Say it again, Sara," Pablo demanded. "Tell me how much you love your Master."
"I love you, Pablo," she cried, her voice muffled by the bedsheets as Pablo's thrusts grew harder and faster. "I love you so fucking much."
Pablo groaned as he felt her walls tightening around him, her pleasure building and threatening to overflow. He was so fucking close, and he knew she was too.
"Now, my little whore, answer this one honestly and I'll allow you to cum," Pablo said grinning. "Be honest, Sara, do you want to go back to your husband? To your normal boring life? Or do you want to stay with me and be my filthy slave forever?" Pablo finally asked, causing Sara to hesitate.
She knew the question was coming, but she didn't want to admit aloud what her heart already knew.
"I, uh, fuck! no, I can't go back to him," Sara confessed softly. "Not after..." She couldn't finish the sentence, her voice trailing off.
Pablo's grip tightened on her hair as he pushed himself in her with slow, confident strokes. "After what, pet?" he questioned demandingly.
Sara sighed heavily, the weight of her emotions heavy on her shoulders.
"Not after being yours for the past week," she finished quietly, the words almost a whisper.
Pablo felt a surge of relief and happiness at her response. He knew that she loved him, he could see it in her eyes and feel it in every touch, every moan, every breathless moment they shared.
"And are you ready to leave all of this to go back to your old life?" he asked, his voice soft but firm.
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, I can't go back to being the same person.
I want to be your slave, Pablo," Sara said, her voice filled with conviction. "I want to give myself to you, completely and without reservation. I've realized that I've been living a lie, pretending to be someone I'm not. And with you, I've found a sense of freedom, a sense of true sexuality that I've never experienced before."
Pablo's grip on her hair loosened slightly, and he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he tasted the saltiness of her tears.
Sara's body trembled under him, her legs shaking as she felt herself surrender to him completely.
Pablo picked up the pace again, his breathing becoming ragged as he drove himself deeper inside her. Sara's moans reverberated in the room as she clawed at the sheets, grasping for any semblance of control in a moment where everything seemed to be spinning out of control.
Pablo's thrusts became more frenzied as he felt his own release approaching, his hips snapping forward with forceful intensity. Sara could feel him swelling inside her, the warmth of him coating her insides as he spilled his seed deep inside of her. He was a man possessed, each thrust driving him closer and closer to the edge of climax, his breathing hot and heavy against her neck.
As Pablo pulled out, Sara's body shook with an intense orgasm that left her feeling lightheaded.
She collapsed on the bed, her mind swimming with hormones and emotions.
Pablo lay down next to her, his fingers tracing patterns on her damp skin. "That was fucking amazing, Sara," Pablo murmured, his voice filled with admiration and desire.
Sara couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. She felt light, at ease for the first time in years. "It was-it was incredible," she stammered. "I've never felt like this before, Sir. And I want it to last," Sara whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
Pablo smirked, taking in her physical and emotional state. He could sense her desire and vulnerability, and he loved every second of it. "Well then, let's make it last, my eager little slave," Pablo leered, his voice deep and sensual. "Stay with me, leave your husband, leave your old life and become mine, my slave and sex toy, forever."
Sara's heart raced with exhilaration and fear at the proposal. She had always thought herself a monogamous woman, faithful to Charly. She had never considered submitting herself to someone else, much less in the way she had submitted to Pablo. But as the week went on, she found herself submitting herself more and more to his commands, to his touch, to the emotions swirling within her. There was no doubt that she had truly become his property, and she was enjoying every second of it.
But as the sun dipped below the horizon, Sara became increasingly aware of the reality of her situation. She knew that leaving Charly would be difficult - he was, after all, her husband and the father of her children.
"I can't just leave him, Pablo," Sara whispered, her voice trembling. "He's a good man and I don't want to hurt him. I just don't know what to do."
Pablo took a deep breath and ran his fingers through her hair. He knew that this conversation was coming, and he had prepared himself for it.
After watching Sara’s transformation over the past week, he couldn’t imagine giving her up. He knew he would do anything to keep her, to make her stay.
"You have to promise me, Sara," Pablo said, looking into her eyes with earnest determination. "Promise me that you'll stay with me, that you'll give me a chance. I know it's not going to be easy, but I promise that I'll make it worth it for you." Pablo said, his voice filled with urgency.
Sara looked at him with wide eyes, feeling a strange mix of emotions. It was clear that Pablo cared for her deeply, and his proposition was very tempting. In the past week, she had discovered a side of herself that she never knew existed. She had found pleasure and freedom in submitting herself to his will, exploring desires that she never thought she would have.
"I promise you, Sara.
I'll keep you happy, I'll keep you satisfied, and I'll protect you," Pablo assured. "But I can't do that if you're not all in. I want you, Sara - all of you, mind, body, and soul. And I'm willing to give you everything you could ever want or need in return."
Sara stared at him, eyes brimming with tears. She knew he was right - she couldn't have it both ways. She couldn't keep her old life and this new one, too.
It was a difficult decision, but she knew what she wanted.
"I'm going to stay with you, Pablo. I love you," Sara whispered, tears streaming down her face.
Pablo let out a sigh of relief, pulling her close. "I'm so glad, Sara. I'm going to give you all the pleasure you can handle and more. I want to make you scream my name."
He rolled on top of her, pinning her down on the bed.
Sara's breath hitched as she felt him against her, his weight pressing her down into the mattress.
She could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and her mind raced with all the dirty, filthy things she wanted him to do to her.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Sara," Pablo murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to make you scream my name as I take you over and over again."
Sara's heart raced at his words. She knew what was coming next, and she could hardly wait. Pablo reached down between their bodies, positioning himself at her entrance.
He slid inside of Sara slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight heat surrounding him as he filled her completely. Sara couldn't help but whimper as Pablo began to thrust inside of her, his pace gradually increasing with each stroke. Her legs gripped tightly around his hips, desperate to keep him close, as he pounded into her with an unrelenting force.
Sara's breath caught in her throat as Pablo hit that secret spot deep inside of her, throwing her over the precipice of pleasure.
She called out his name, gripping the sheets tightly as her orgasm washed over her. But Pablo didn't let up, continuing to pump into her with an insatiable hunger.
"You like that, my little slut?" Pablo growled, grabbing a handful of her hair. "You like it when I own this tight little pussy?" He pulled on her hair, making her moan as he slammed into her.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" Sara cried, unable to contain herself.
Pablo responded to her change in pitch, slamming into her harder, gripping her hips tightly as he moved. Sara arched her back, meeting his thrusts, taking every inch of him with a wild abandon she'd never experienced before. The room echoed with the sounds of their passion - the bed banging against the wall as Pablo drove into her, the sound of Sara's screams and moans, the slap of sweaty skin against skin.
Pablo's dirty talk fed into their shared lust, driving them both to greater heights of pleasure.
Pablo's thrusts grew wild and primal as he took her hard and fast. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the point of no return. Sara's hips bucked uncontrollably, her own orgasm tearing through her with the force of a tidal wave.
As she came, Sara's walls clenched tightly around Pablo's cock, pulling him over the edge with her.
He let out a cacophony of profanity and animalistic grunts as he reached his climax, filling her completely with his hot seed. The feeling of him pulsing inside her sent a final wave of pleasure coursing through her body, causing Sara to collapse onto the bed with a guttural moan.
With a groan, Pablo rolled off of her and lay beside her, panting. He stretched his limbs out to reach her, pulling her into his arms as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"I'm so glad," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the curve of her neck.
They lay there for a moment, wrapped in each other's warmth, letting their hearts beat in sync when Sara finally broke the silence.
"What happens next?" she asked, her voice quiet and uncertain as she looked away from his intense gaze.
"Next is my decision," Pablo said with a sly grin as he tangled his fingers in her hair.
"Let me show you that I'm serious about our future together."
Sara's eyes widened, her heart beating rapidly as she felt a new thrill of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. "Wh-what do you have in mind?"
Pablo's grin grew wider before he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I want you to do something for me, pet. To prove to me that you belong to me. I want you to let me fuck you in every hole I want,"
A shiver ran down Sara's spine as she gasped.
"What... what do you mean?"
Pablo grinned wickedly. "I mean exactly what I said, Sara. From now on, you'll belong to me, body and soul. And I intend to claim every part of you that I desire."
Saras heart raced as she felt a rush of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.
But just as quickly as the fear came, it dissipated. It was replaced by a burning fire of desire and longing that burned deep within her core.