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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Peter_Hale
  Character:
      Allison_Argent, Peter_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation_in_Shower, Oral_Sex, Bottom_Allison_Argent
  Series:
      Part 1 of Hidden_Princess
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-08 Words: 1631
****** Getting to Know You ******
by KinkyFox
Summary
     After their first time together, Peter decides to find out just how
     far he can push the huntress.
Notes
     This is the author of 'Hidden Princess' (http://archiveofourown.org/
     works/2569874). I got a separate account to post my smut on, so this
     series will continue over here now. I've taken your comments into
     consideration, so I may be using some of them in future updates. Glad
     you like it.
The first day after Peter had taken Allison for the first time, she was quiet -
embarassed, he was sure, and so he left her with her own thoughts for a while,
even offering her up some food so to keep her strength up - she couldn't
survive on water and cum alone, he knew, and for what he had planned for her,
she needed to be healthy.
As the sun began to set, he finally moved through to the bedroom, shutting the
door, and Allison looked up at him, her eyes wide. He was tempted to remove the
remaining cuff, but he didn't trust yet that she wouldn't run.
 
"We're going to play a little game... Get to know each other a little better."
He explained, his hand running over her thigh, goosebumps rising immediately.
"I'm going to give you a list of things I want to do to you... And you're going
to tell me truthfully if you want to try them."
"Well that's a no to everything. Unless it involves killing you." She muttered,
and Peter just laughed.
"You weren't saying that last night, were you? When you were riding on my
cock?" She lowered her head again, and he chuckled. "Now, as I was saying...
You tell me the truth, I do something you'll like. You lie to me..." He didn't
finish the sentence, just settled onto the bed next to her. To humilate her
would increase her humiliation more. And that was all that mattered.
 
"Anal." Allison said nothing, before she nodded, slightly. He'd have liked to
hear her say the words, but that'd do for now. Slowly he cupped one of her
breasts. "Being spanked." Another nod, and Peter lowered his head, lapping the
nipple a few times, and seeing her body writhe slightly. "Bondage."
"No." She swallowed hard, and Peter heard the jump in her heartbeat. Knew she
was lying, and with his dull teeth, he nipped her nipple hard, hearing her cry
out in pain. Drawing back, he looked at her.
"Don't lie to me." He said sternly. "Let's try this again - bondage." This time
Allison hesitated again, before nodding. "Interesting... Looks like daddy's
training turned you on, didn't it?" It was a rhetorical question, but the way
she got wetter, he knew it was true. "Exhibitionism." She shook her head, but
she was telling the truth this time, and he went back to her nipple, this time
sucking it softly in his mouth. She groaned, and Peter looked up.
"I'm sure it goes without saying, but... breast play."
"Yes." She whispered, her eyes closed, and he sucked it again, swirling his
tongue around it, and feeling her hips buck upwards.
"Wearing a collar."
"No." This time, Peter moved his hand down, and pinched her clit hard, Allison
letting out a cry of pain. "Yes!"
"Good girl." He moved down between her legs, repositioning them so that she was
open wider, and stroked her lips. "Threesomes."
"N-- I... It depends on whose involved." She said quietly, blushing hard, and
Peter licked once from her clit to her ass. "Peter, please..."
"You don't do submission well, do you?" He said, rolling his eyes. "What are
you supposed to call me, Allison?"
"... Please sir." She corrected, writhing on the bed. Peter nodded, but didn't
give her what she wanted. Not yet.
 
"Dirty talk."
"Yes, yes, yes, sir, please..." She was whimpering now as Peter sucked softly
on her clit, before moving away, lapping at her thigh instead.
"Chastity belt. So only I can touch your dirty little pussy. You don't deserve
to get yourself off."
"No!" It was the truth again, and Peter slid his tongue in for a few moments,
before pulling out again, loving the taste of her - the sweetness of her juices
mixed with the humiliation and arousal of her scent was an intoxicating
mixture.
"Breeding." He growled, possessively, a hand resting on her stomach where some
day, he planned for her to swell. An Argent bringing life back to the Hales. It
was poetic, in a way. But fear flooded Allison's scent, and she shook her head.
"No, please, sir, I need... I need you to make me cum, please." The lewd words
tumbled out of her mouth like a waterfall, and Peter withdrew from her body
altogether. Just looking at her, writhing, near tears with desperation and
revulsion. He locked eyes with her, before he left the room, laughing to
himself as he heard her whimpers. Minutes later he returned with something in
his hand, and Allison's heartbeat picked up.
 
"Just know that just because you've said no to some things, doesn't mean they
won't happen. And just because some things haven't been listed, doesn't mean
they won't happen." He removed his pants, his erection evident, and
instintively, Allison's mouth dropped open, ready to recieve it. "Such a good
girl, Princess. I'm so proud of you. So I'm going to give you something you
want."
Uncuffing Allison's hand, he moved her further down the bed so that he was over
her head, before sliding his cock lazily into her mouth, letting her nurse on
it as she whimpered, desperate to reach her own climax. Slipping the coil of
leather around her neck, Peter fit the collar to her snugly, before locking it
in place with a small tag, reading 'Princess'. Feeling his balls tighten, Peter
exploded, pulling out to paint her face and chest with his cum, amused as she
licked her lips, hungrily.
 
"Now, you'll get off the bed, and crawl. Follow me to the bathroom, I have
something to show you." He gave the orders firmly, and still in just his shirt,
he moved to the bathroom, turning to watch and listen as Allison did as she was
told. She felt angry and upset at herself for doing it, but the primal need for
sex was controlling her once again, her mind telling her that so far, if she
did what Peter asked, she'd get something for it. And she couldn't relax until
that happened.
 
Stopping once she reached the bathroom door, Peter crouched in front of her,
holding a small key in front of her face.
"This is the key to your collar, pet." He explained, demonstrating by unlocking
the padlock, showing Allison, before locking it again. "The only key. Do you
understand, Princess?"
"Yes, sir." She whispered. "Why am I in here?"
"To see, without a question of a doubt, how you will spend the rest of your
life." With that, he dropped the key in the toilet bowl, and grabbing Allison's
hair, dragged her towards it, pushing her head into the bowl. "Do you see it."
"I--" Before she could say another word, Peter flushed the chain, Allison
screaming and closing her eyes as the water splashed around her, soaking her.
When the system had stopped, Peter spoke again.
"Is the key gone?"
"Y... Yes sir." She coughed, Peter pulling her head up, watching the water drip
around her face.
"You are my slave, my slut, my pet, my whore. I own you for as long as you wear
that collar. And remember... That was the only key. What does that tell you,
Princess?"
"... I can never take it off." Allison sobbed, and Peter cupped her cheek, a
sensitive move given the situation.
"It won't be so bad if you're a good girl." He reminded her, before standing
up.
 
"In fact, you've been very good today... Sucking my cock, letting me play with
your perfect body like a wanton slut." Allison blushed, but said nothing. "Get
in the shower, whore. You're so desperate to get off, but I'm tired. So you may
use the shower head." Eyes widening, Allison quickly moved into the shower,
lowering the shower head, and adjusting the settings to give the best pressure.
"What do you say?" He reminded.
"Thank you sir."
"For what?"
"For letting me fuck myself." She teared up again, hatred filling her, and it
was something Peter would never tire of.
"Go ahead, princess. I'll watch." His flacid cock was already hardening again,
and as Allison gasped as the first jet of water hit her clit, he began stroking
himself. Allison wanted to turn away, so that Peter couldn't watch, but she
knew he wouldn't allow that, so kept looking in his direction, using one hand
to hold herself open, and the other to hold the shower head, moving it ever so
slightly and panting as she got closer and closer to orgasm. She couldn't count
the number of times she'd came already in Peter's home, her mind numbing, not
knowing exactly how long she'd been here, or what the date or time was. Her
world had turned into nothing but an endless stream of orgasms, and she knew if
Peter had his way, and she didn't escape, that's all it would ever be.
"I... I'm close."
"Did I say you couldn't cum, whore?" Peter panted, nearing his own, and he
grabbed the shower head, switching it off, and brutally thrust once inside her,
emptying his balls into her awaiting pussy. Allison gasped, her body clenching
around his cock at her own orgasm, milking more cum from his cock as she did
so.
 
The two didn't move at first, Peter hesitant to withdraw, his possessive side
not wanting the cum to drip out of her, so in a swift movement, he slid out of
her and picked her up, tilting her hips up as he returned her to the bed,
bunching the sheets up so that her hips would remain up. A little cum had begun
to seep out, but he quickly pressed it back inside as Allison watched him.
"Rest, pet." He said softly, opening her mouth with a thumb on her chin.
"You're going to need it."
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