Chapter 6 - A Disobedient 39Daph


 
A golden light shines down from the lamps above, allowing the liquid inside everyone’s vials to glisten and shine as hands bring them all together. 
 
“Cheers!”
 
A burst of laughter and cheer erupts as the crowd slowly parts into smaller groups. 
 
Bill wasn’t normally a fan of posh get-togethers like this, but this one was being hosted at the OTV house and he really wanted to get some sessions in with Sydney and Jodi that day. If all it meant was obliging by strange customs and social conventions for an evening, he would be able to manage. 
 
Though it wouldn’t be too awkward for Bill. He’s already well-known in the circle, seeing as practically half of the circle speaks of him. The others understand the respect those women hold for him and leave him to his own devices. 
 
Plus, his small circle at the moment was with Jodi, Sydney, and Lily, three women who were well familiar with his antics. As Lily scanned the room to link up with Michael, the other two chattered. 
 
“I’ve been thinking of getting this black lip gloss, what do you think?”
 
“Mmm, it would go so well with your blush. Go for it!”
 
“What do you think, Master?”
 
Sydney and Jodi turned to Bill, waiting for his decree. Bill, however, was preoccupied with another interesting emergence. The two sex slaves tracked his vision to the open door, as a woman came in and started speaking to those nearer the entrance than him. 
 
“Catch your interest, sir?” Jodi slid up to Bill’s side, wrapping her hands around his arm thrice as large as hers.
 
“Her name’s Daphne, she’s just quietly came out of a relationship. You want us to put a good word for you, Master?” Sydney said in an equally coaxing tone, taking your other side.
 
“I can handle Asian sluts like her easily, thank you very much,” Bill scoffed, “Might need to teach you your place again tonight if you think I can’t.”
 
Sydney moaned in response, giddy at the thought. 
 
Bill wasn’t paying attention to his sex slave, though. He was much more intently focused on the new girl who had walked in. Sure, the Halloween party left him with more sluts than he’d ever anticipated, but greed was an overwhelmingly human desire, and it currently left him fixated on the vivacious, curt woman who was brushing past party trivialities and customs as though they were cheap obstacles. 
 
There was something different about her, Bill mulled, as he watched her. She was dressed not in the latest fashion, but in a quirky, vintage outfit that perfectly captured her brazen style and blunt speech. Daph cut straight to the chase, he noticed, as she briefly ended conversations about random things with a charming wit.
 
Even as the party clamored on, and the two women who were sitting next to him whispered dirty little wants into his mind, he couldn’t help but be fixated on her until the very end. 
 
As everything came to an end, Bill took his chance. A woman like her would be sure to leave in an instant, flash away, and disappear until a short, yet far too long, next time. As he stood up from his table and began his trek to the one Daphne was sitting at, he was right. While everyone else was prolonging their goodbyes with superficial words, 39Daph had already slung her bag strap over her shoulder, ready to leave.
 
“Hey– hold up,” Bill called out, nearing her vicinity. 
 
Daph initially doesn’t respond, not aware he’s talking to her. It’s only when he reaches a hand out to grip her shoulder she turns to him.
 
“Sorry, just wanted to get a good look at you,” Bill grinned, “Your outfit is absolutely gorgeous, I must say.”
 
“Thanks?” 
 
She raised an eyebrow in response, unperturbed. Daph, being a bit out of the OTV circle, hadn’t yet heard of his dominant relationship with the other women. Still, she had a general sense for white men like these who approached her out of the blue.
 
“You’re looking great too, are you, like, the technician or something?”
 
Daph gave a quick scan up and down of his outfit, and Bill traced her gaze. He was wearing fairly casual attire. It would look posh in an everyday setting, but surrounded by influencers and celebrities, he was out of place. 
 
“Naw, I’m a streamer here,” Bill said, gritting his teeth. He’s able to swallow up a light jab at his status. 
 
“Oh. Good for you.” Daph held both hands in front of her waist, clutching her bag. “Did you need something?”
 
“I noticed you from across the room and thought I might kick myself if I didn't come say hello. I was wondering if you’d like to hitch up with a good man.” 
 
“I don’t really see any around,” Daph replied, light amusement adorning her face.
 
Bill's face flushed with a mix of frustration and embarrassment, his jaw clenching tight. The light-hearted tone of Daph's reply seemed to sting more than he expected, and he struggled to keep his composure in check. It had been a while since things hadn’t gone his way. "Very funny," he managed to say, though his voice betrayed the irritation simmering beneath the surface. His eyes darted around, as if searching for a quick escape from the awkwardness of the moment, but not before shooting Daph a look that clearly conveyed his annoyance at her jab.
 
“Miss, I’m asking you out on a date.”
 
“Sure, why didn’t you say so to begin with?”
 
Daph’s eyes twinkled with mischief instead, contrasting Bill’s slightly irked attitude. Normally she’d never even give someone like Bill a chance, but a plethora of factors came into her decision-making for the night. The break-up honestly wasn’t bad or anything, but she was a touch fed up with how everyone was reacting, treating her as though she had gone through a death or something. These influencers were out of touch with reality. They didn’t operate or view the world through the same lens normal people do. As Daph rose to fame by being her bare self, no restraints, no frivolities, no facades, she was a little enamored by Bill and why he was at an event like this. His approach to hit on her was old-fashioned, but it added to the feeling that was tugging at her. 
 
Plus, she was bored. Daph typically jumped from one relationship to another, uncaring if it was the “right” one or whatever. Bill just barely met her standard on first impression.
 
“Fine and dandy, this weekend a good time for you?” Bill said, feeling a little less flushed at the prospect of at least securing the date to notice the low sarcasm in her previous statement. 
 
“Sure.” Choosing out the date immediately was a nice touch. None of the “Let’s schedule a time later!” or “Text me when you’re free?” nonsense that seems to plague this era of dating culture. “Let me give you my number.” 
 
The two of them exchanged contacts, standing in the middle of an exiting wave of people like a stone parting a current. Once they finished, Daph snatched her phone back into her purse and gave a little wave to Bill while she made the first move out.
 
“See you soon, I guess.”
 
And at the end of the night, Bill wasn’t sure if her departing smile was one from a genuine place or another one of her fairy-like tricks.
 
—
 
“She would love this, sir, trust me on this, I’ve got all of the insider information.”
 
“Are you crazy? There’s no way Daph would like this table cloth. Are you trying to get our master to bomb this date on purpose so you can hog him all to yourself?”
 
“I don’t know, I feel like it’s fine…”
 
The women bickered in the foreground of the living room of the Roomies’ house, though it was difficult to tell exactly where they were with all of the decorations plastered over the walls, table, and floor. Rose petals littered on the carpeted floor, red streamers hanging near the ceiling, and a sleek, silk white table with silver cutlery. 
 
“Ladies, quiet down and get outta here. It’s fine.”
 
The three of them giggled off while stepping outside. A brief moment later, an engine signaled their departure. Why were Sydney, Jodi, Rae, and Bill at the Roomies' house to begin with? Bill thought it’d be a little bit odd to host a dinner at the same rowdy place he and Daph had met, so a change of location was called for. He also thought showing off that he was on good terms with the other OTV friends would put him in good graces. Bill wasn’t sure if Daph was feeling him, so every last bit of grandeur was needed.
 
Still, now that he was looking at the place, he was having doubts. This seemed far too fancy for a nice home date. Seemed like a waste to throw it all away for takeout, a rented film, and a sleepless night. If things went well, he’d still be getting the last one regardless, and he’d argue that was the most important part. 
 
A few minutes later, the door rang. When Bill opened the door, a strange twinge twisted him inside. Daph wore a maddening white frilly dress aimed to entice him perfectly, and it was working its magic. 
 

 
“Please, come in,” Bill nodded while getting the door for her.
 
Daph gave a brief smile before leaving her heels at the door. 
 
“I, uh, like what you’ve done with the place,” Daph said with a smirk.
 
“Think it’s too much?” Bill asked once noticing the unorthodox response.
 
“Nah, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it from someone like you.”
 
“What, a nice, prim and proper home date?”
 
“Yeah, exactly that. You seem like the type of guy to order a pizza, watch a movie, fuck, and call it a date.”
 
Daph giggled a bit at the idea after tracing the ribbons on the walls with her eyes.
 
Bill felt insulted, not only at the thought of being underestimated but also at the thought of being pinned down so accurately. He started speaking up. 

“Well–”
 
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Daph continued before noticing he was speaking. “Most of my dates go like that, and I honestly kinda like it more sometimes.”
 
Bill swallowed his former words. 
 
“We could do that next time,” he offered in recovery.
 
“Mm, fuck on the second date? Chill man, I don’t even know if you’re getting another one yet,” Daph laughed.
 
It was difficult to explain, but the callous, blunt tone of her voice prickled Bill’s nerves. If it was any other woman speaking to him like this, he’d disregard them entirely and continue with his lines to cooly pick them up and sleep with them. In fact, with the direct, straightforward manner of her speech, he might’ve skipped dinner entirely and gone straight to the bedroom. She riled him up, making him more irritated than charmed, and yet despite this, he still wanted nothing more than to fuck the shit out of her.
 
The date progressed as normal, idle talk about current topics, some flirting by Bill which was almost always met with a witty retort by Daph, and rich, homely food. 
 
“You’re a good cook,” Daph commented, apparently surprised.
 
“Made all my meals myself back in Texas.”
 
“I actually wouldn’t be able to tell from the way you look.”
 
A small flare of the nostrils. Bill kept himself in check, but jabs like those were rampant in conversation.
 
Eventually, they concluded the night with him thinking he did a fine job. He hadn’t pulled out the stops as much as he had today for a woman in who knows how long. Maybe back in his high school days.
 
“Well, it wasn’t the worst date I’ve been on,” Daph said as they continued out into the hallway. 
 
“Good enough to warrant another one?”
 
“Psh.” Daph laughed. “I’ll let you know, maybe. ”
 
It was a small informality, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back for the night, as Bill snapped. 
 
“Man, you orientals want everything in the world without giving anything back, huh?” 
 
His burly hand jutted out from underneath his sleeve to grab her wrist. Daph’s eyes widened in surprise, maybe genuinely for the first time that night.
 
“I don’t know how it is where you’re from, but we don’t beat around the bush over here.”
 
“Doesn’t really look like you beat anything except yourself off looking like that.”
 
Daph’s outward confidence was clearly unfettered despite the advances Bill was making on her. Frustrated by being unable to get through her persona, he moved his grip up to her neck, choking the sides.
 
“Give it to me straight, you into me or not?” 
 
Daph, whether because of a solid grasp around her vocal cords or because of her desire to continue this little charade, didn’t answer. Not even a shake or nod of the head left her.
 
Thoroughly riled, he started leading her down the hallway. His eyes were pointed toward the door at the end, causing him to miss Daph stifle a grin, another sliver of her true feelings leaking out. 
 
The door slammed open. There was an empty room. Rae’s, to be exact. Knowing she was out for the rest of the night, and not really caring if she came back into this, Bill tossed Daph with relative ease onto the mattress. 
 
A playful smile adorned Daph’s face as she lay on the mattress with an elbow propped up, seemingly uncaring about Bill’s forwardness. It may have been a little more than uncaring with the way she was eyeing him.
 
“So what, are you going to show me how much of a strong man you are, and I’m supposed to fall head over heels with your white cock because I’m a meek Asian woman?”
 
She had a hard time keeping up a front this time, a mask of careful neutrality. Her voice betrayed her thoughts, as a hint of excitement dripped from the sentence revealing her anticipation for it to happen.
 
Bill didn’t catch it, still tilted by her demeanor. He stepped toward her while unbuckling his belt. 
 
At the side of the bed, inside of the top drawer compartment, there lay a dozen boxes of condoms. It was pulled open by a rough, uncaring hand, and its insides were prodded around.
 
Bill had been in Rae’s room enough, having his way with her until she went silly, to know where she kept everything. He tossed an empty pack onto the ground, ruffling around until he found one.
 
“Ooh good call on protection, no idea what kind of diseases you’re carrying on you.”
 
A slam resounded in the room as Bill shut the drawer with a growl. He leaped on her with his clothes disheveled, his girthy, erect penis pressed on top of her dress. His fingers wrapped around her cheeks as he clenched her mouth close. On his elbows on top of her, he used his non-dominant hand to pin her two arms above her. 
 
“Shut the fuck up whore,” Bill spat, fed up with her antics. Her coyness gave him a hard time coming up with anything to retort with. No racially charged insult, no limitedly ignorant compliment. For the first time, there was a blank mind, devoid of anything other than the instinctual desire to brutalize and dominate the enticing minx who fit easily under the frame of his body.
 
“ae–e ee–”
 
She was trying to say something, but Bill’s iron grip around her jaw prevented anything coherent from coming out. There was some turmoil inside of him over whether to loosen his grip to likely hear another slighting quip. His chivalry won out in the end, despite how enraged he was. Despite his abrasiveness, he’d never step into the realm of assaulting a woman if he didn’t think they didn’t want it. With her ability to speak regained, Daph thwipped her hair to one side of her face, showing a panting, worked up woman with beads of sweat on her brow. Some of them adorned her pronounced collarbone. Her lips parted and a soft breath came out.
 
“Take me. You want it so fucking badly don’t you.”
 
Her words were crystal clear, and he started piecing everything together. In some twisted way, this was how she showed her affection and desire: through an overwhelming plastering of insults and trash talk. She likely knew all he wanted was to get into her pants the entire time, and was messing around with him by teasing him over and over until his buttons were thoroughly pressed.
 
With a solid, slow plunge, Daph let out a deliciously vibrant squeal.
 
Bill, for the first time for him this night, came to a sort of still internally. Although he was still incredibly upset, fucking Daph while enraged granted him a new sensation he hadn’t had with any of the other women so far. In fact, he came to another realization.
 
“So you’re another drooling Asian slut, you just can’t bring yourself to say it huh.”
 
“I’m hardly drooling over someone like you.”
 
“Ditto. Maybe put on some darker lipstick next time, not call yourself a cheap Chinese prostitute.”
 
The banter could go both ways. 
 
Now that the two were getting into the groove of things, Daph and Bill came to a steady rhythm of nudging their hips over and over into each other. Daph belted a sparkling laugh from her lungs, an impressively deep bellow for someone of her stature. Bill took his hands off of her and placed himself into a push up position, relishing in stuffing the holes of the impertinent woman. 
 
Her vaginal walls squeezed and tightened around his cock, enveloping him in a vacuum of flesh. Daph’s words matched her attitude, as her arms wrapped around his back to claw him, nails sinking deep into his flesh. Imprints would remain for quite some time, as he screeches mounted in pleasure and quivering. 
 
“Are you a woman or fucking bat, good God!”
 
“Shut the f–UCK!!! UP!” Daph yelled out hoarsely, her alto rising as Bill slammed into her g-spot. “No wonder you’re so fucking stupid, all your fucking nutrients went into that thing you call a dick.”
 
“Yeah? I’ll show you what this thing can do.”
 
Bill turned her over and flatted her against the bed. Daph fought back, but mostly in a pretend fight way. She thought the reluctance and power dynamic would be a turn on for Bill and she was right. Putting her into place granted him a joy like no other as he grabbed ahold of the weaselly limbs and pinned them behind her back. Pushing her face sideways into the pillow, Bill shoved his cock against her asshole. He could feel it pucker under his shaft as Daph struggled.
 
“Beg for it, you know you fucking want it.”
 
“You would be dumber than I thought if you think I’d ever beg you for anything.”
 
The opening contorted around his cock, stretching to fit around him. Daph quickly shut up as the weight of her task was finally dawning on her. Her gasps and curt cries gave away, as the physicality of the act overrode any playful banter she could’ve given. 
 
Bill pushed and pressed until the entirety of his cock was snugly fit inside of her. Daph eyes blurred as she felt her guts be rearranged in real time. She couldn’t tell him to stop, because it would be a defeat for her if she surrendered to him, so she allowed him to use her tight little holes in any way he wanted, which he did with no relent. He jackhammered into her ass, glad to cause Daph to feel something so strongly she wasn’t able to pretend again. After a few minutes of Daph groaning, gripping the sheets, and wetting the pillow case with the straggling tears out of the corner of her eyes, Bill felt satisfied with his display of dominance.
 
“‘Bout to fucking blow my load,” he grunted, “Ass up slut.”
 
“You too scared to creampie me? Pussy.”
 
Daph managed to squeeze out another taunt now that she was adjusted to his plowing. Moving her hands behind her, she used her fingers to open her fold up invitingly, coaxing and tempting him with the savory, slick sensation of her wet pussy. 
 
He knew he was playing right into her hands, but the Daph was an irresistible vixen, and her bait of opening herself up was too much for him to ignore. Still, because he didn’t want to directly listen to her and give her a gentle breeding, he quickly drove his cock down her pussy and bruised her cervix. 

Daph let out another pained squeal, which quickly transformed into a wail of wonder as Bill dispensed his load while still roughly fucking her. He was cumming while still thrusting in her, causing her walls to be painted and her womb to be filled at the same time. 
 
The both of them heaved for several seconds, allowing the contrast to appear between the gentle trickle of the cum and the rough sex which just occurred. Daph’s strands of hair stuck to her face in sweat and Bill's chest pulsated in and out while he caught his breath. He fell on the side of the bed next to her.
 
Normally he’d go on for another few rounds, but he felt completely spent. Hate fucking wrung everything out of him, and his ejaculation earlier was the closest he’d felt to that perfect orgasm he had when he was a teen. 
 
Daph’s hand loosely and weakly lay on her chest. Her clothes were thoroughly taken apart, with her flat chest exposed to the air and her skirt torn in a few places. 
 
When Bill turned over to look at her, he saw a devilish smile tucking from ear to ear. Daph was the perfect temptress, and she played both of them perfectly.
 
“So… same time next week?”
 
“Sure.”
