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As soon as she'd said it, it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world.
It had been right there, the whole time. Hidden in plain sight.
Alex had created Hannah. And Alex had given her to me.
I fucked her as a direct result of the transaction between us involving her and Sophie.
There was no contract or agreement between her and me. It was all with Alex.
By letting 'Hannah' go, I was remaking that contract, and this time with Victoria.
What we did together, what I did to her, was because of what we had agreed. What we wanted. Not some reflexive, unthinking response to Alex's subliminal suggestions.
'You can do whatever you want to her.' he'd said. But I hadn't. Because I hadn't thought about what I wanted. I'd thought about what he was doing with Sophie and just accepted the implication that I could do that with Hannah.
But now I was going to do what I wanted, and what she wanted, with Victoria. With her agreement and consent. Not his.
We were nothing to do with him anymore.
The realisation made me feel great.
And as much as it's a massive cliché, it made me look at the beautiful naked young woman on the bed in front of me from a completely different perspective.
Suddenly I saw the girl I'd seen in the pub. The girl I spent the night in the club with. The girl I'd so wanted to fuck, but had forced myself to walk away from. The girl I had agonised over whilst looking at her Snapchat account.
She'd got lost somewhere. She'd become something else. Not herself, I'm ashamed to say, but a commodity. An object almost.
But now I saw her again. And desired her for herself, for who she was, rather than what I'd thought she was. For the person she actually was, not just as a manifestation of sexual potential.
I felt my cock stir. And she noticed it too because she looked at it and smiled.
I rose and walked to the bed and, leaning over her, I kissed her. A long, slow, lingering kiss. Then I broke away from her, but only by an inch, and smiled. "I think that is a great idea."
As I'd leant over her she'd rolled onto her back. So now I stood and, picking up her legs, I turned her ninety degrees, so that instead of lying across the bottom of the bed, she was now lying with her legs hanging over it.
I held out my hands to her. She took them and I pulled her up off the bed. I bent to pick up her collar, then turned her around, so she was facing away from me.
I reached around her neck and fastened her collar tightly.
As soon as it was on she bowed her head. It was like a switch had been flicked. Her body language, her whole persona became visibly submissive.
She looked amazing just standing there, naked, head down, arms limp by her side, wearing nothing but the collar.
I looked at the toys on the floor, but I didn't need them. Not this time.
I thought about the christening ceremony Alex had performed on Sophie. I realised that I needed one for Victoria. But a very different one.
I didn't need to go through any of the nonsense he'd gone through. Besides, I wasn't sure I had enough cum left for something like that. No, all I needed to do was say her name.
Had I ever said it? To her? I couldn't recall, but I didn't think I had. So it was enough.
I stepped up behind her and cupped her breasts again, like I had a few minutes earlier. Only this time as I squeezed them I whispered... breathed... "Victoria." into her ear.
She leaned her head against mine and we stood like that, motionless, for a few seconds, then she walked away from me and first sat on the edge of the bed, and then laid herself down. Back to the position she'd been in when I'd stood her up to collar her.
Only now she opened her legs, inviting me into her.
I stepped up to the bed and stooped to grab her ankles. I pulled her legs up, and then as they came level with her torso, I adjusted my grip so that I could push them up until they were parallel with my body and at a right angle to her own.
My cock was now fully erect again, and I slid easily inside her. Just slow thrusts now, feeling myself all the way in and almost all the way out. She felt amazing and looked even better.
Her hand absent-mindedly ran along the edge of her collar, getting used to its feel. She looked at with a hugely satisfied grin on her face.
The sight of her fingering her collar caused a surge of lust for her within me.
I pushed myself forward and down, propping myself up on straight arms either side of her shoulders, causing her legs to bend back over her chest.
She gasped as I suddenly went deeper into her, grabbing my forearms tightly and pushing her head back. She continued to gasp with every thrust I made, each one quicker now.
After a few minutes like that she gradually fell silent, just lying there, almost trance like, simply enjoying the sensation of me filling her. Of me fucking her.
Then suddenly she brought her head back up and looked at me. An almost disbelieving, wide-eyed stare on her face.
"Ohhhhh Goddd!" She drew the words out.
She let go of my left arm and her right hand reached between her legs. She began to rub her clit with it, a quick, circular motion.
It took her a couple of minutes, until once again she cried out that she was going to cum. And then she was. She gripped my forearms again, her nails digging in. Her head thrown back again at first, and then raised as far as she could as her climax reached its crescendo.
Then her grip loosened, her neck went slack and she collapsed backwards, panting heavily.
"Jesus. Fuck!"
I just smiled down at her.
That was a much better way to christen her.
I waited a minute or so, then pulled out of her and looked down at the toys on the floor again.
Now it was time for those. Specifically for the nipple clamps.
I picked them up and told her to sit up, offering just one hand of assistance this time. She did as she was asked and looked down at her breasts with a kind of morbid, almost detached, curiosity as I attached the clamps to her.
She gave a start each time I positioned an open clamp on one of her nipples and released it, allowing it to pinch the sensitive flesh.
Then she sat, wiggling her chest as she tried to adjust to the sensation.
Just in case she felt tempted to grab them, I picked up the handcuffs from the bag and locked her hands behind her back.
She flashed a defiant smile at me, as if to say 'do your worst'.
I walked behind her and climbed onto the bed. She turned and climbed back onto it herself, moving on her knees towards me. I lay back, holding my cock upright in my hand. She knew what I wanted. She worked her way up the bed beside me, then straddled my waist. As I held my cock, she carefully and slowly lowered herself onto me. Giving out a long sigh as she once more took my length inside her.
I reached up and took hold of the chain between her clamps and pulled it so that it was just taut. She took a deep breath, then pulled herself back away from me, stretching her nipples out.
Then she began to fuck me. Slowly, tentatively at first, adjusting to the tension on her nipples, then with an increased pace. And the more she got into fucking me, the further back she leant, and the more she tugged on those dark, stiff little cones.
I let her control herself for a while, but I knew what made her orgasm by then, so I placed my balled fist against her pussy and she responded by rubbing her clit against it, until she was once again announcing an imminent orgasm.
As she came she pulled herself as far back as she could take, and perhaps even a little bit more, and cried out at the top of her voice.
And then everything subsided, noise and movement, and she slumped forward, letting the chain slacken.
I sat myself up, still inside her, and, letting go of the chain, I wrapped my arms around her one hand on the back of her head, holding her against me.
I held her like that until her breathing quieted, and then I lay down again, still holding her, taking her down with me.
After that we fucked in various positions, all with her hands cuffed behind her, before I inserted her plug in her arse and took her doggy style, pushing the plug in and out of her as I fucked her.
And then we had anal before, finally, I knelt by her head and wanked myself off into her waiting mouth.
It was around one o'clock by that time and Sophie still wasn't home yet.
In that case that was nothing for it but to sleep in the spare room with Victoria. Surely Sophie couldn't object if she wasn't home on time for me to go to her bed.
I slept well, totally exhausted by Victoria, and when I awoke on Sunday morning it took me a moment or two to come round and realise a couple of things.
The first thing I realised was where I was. The travel alarm clock we kept on one of the bedside units was the thing that jogged my memory about my location, and the night before.
The second thing I realised is that I was alone...
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