I smiled into her wet face. “Naughty girl,” I repeated. “And this is the easiest I’ll be on you. You must realize how easy I am going on you tonight. If you don’t realize that, you are not as smart as I thought you were. This is foreplay, baby. And I love your tits so much that I may have to torment them every single night for the next three months.”
I stopped touching myself, because I was about to come. I didn’t want to yet. I put down the flogger and watched her face relax slightly, and it was so endearing, it made me happy somehow. I wiped her tears with my thumbs, the tension in her body exiting somewhat, but not entirely.
I climbed up to kiss her and to my surprise, she plunged her tongue into my mouth so passionately, it took my breath away. I had half thought she would bite me to draw blood.
“Confused?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she admitted. “Please,” she whispered.
I laughed. “What are you asking me for, Ms. Rose?” I really wasn’t sure.
Quietly she said, “Mercy.”
“Not a chance.” She closed her eyes again and whimpered. “Deep down, you’re enjoying this or you wouldn’t be so wet. Admit it. You like to be dominated. You are naturally submissive. You may even be a natural masochist. We’ll see. This isn’t exactly pain though, now is it? But it doesn’t really matter. I’m enjoying it. And that’s why you’re here. Isn’t it? For my pleasure at all times, like the contract states? The contract you signed? And torturing you like this? Making you beg and cry out from need and desire is bringing me much pleasure.”
I started to stroke my cock directly above her face, rock solid and on the edge. With my other hand I retrieved two feathers. I moved down and sat directly on her pelvis. She groaned.
“Look at me,” I ordered. “As I tickle your nipples with these feathers and stroke my cock, I will fully disclose the real punishment I have in store for you if you disobey me one more time tonight. Listen carefully, Victoria, because I will not change my mind. Mercy is not in my vocabulary. You have a safe word. Use it. But be certain you must. I will be disappointed if you use it carelessly.”
Her eyes widened in fear, and she visibly shivered, causing my cock to expand again. The harder my cock got, the more unyielding I became. I kept my cock on edge to inflame my sadistic torture of her yearning body. I longed to see her tears again. I wanted to make her cry over and over. It was the monster in me. The sadist. The only way I knew to feel calm.
“I have many sadistic ways to punish you. Wicked, unkind ways. And they bring me great pleasure to do. It will bring me great pleasure to do them to you. Control is my opium, Victoria. Most of my punishments are more mental than physical, but I’m sure you gathered that from the paperwork you read. You will come to understand that most of the torture I inflict on you will not bring you real physical pain. Physical, brutal pain is not my thing. So do not fear that. But your body and mind go hand in hand, do they not?”
I took a feather in each hand and began to tickle the tips of her nipples. She began to struggle against her bonds. “So unbelievably sensitive. So ticklish. A great discovery for me. How many more secrets will I uncover about you?”
I alternated the feathers across her chest, between her breasts, down her sides, across her belly, around her nipples, and then lingered relentlessly on the tips of them as she began to beg in earnest. I watched her slowly losing her mind and I didn’t care. I liked it. I refused to relent. I was in a particularly sadistic mood and I was not entirely sure why. Perhaps because I was feeling things I didn’t want to? Regardless, I enjoyed the effect the feathers had on her.
“There’s a little game I’ve played with my PA’s. Would you like to hear about it?”
She couldn’t answer me. She was struggling to get air, and it made me chuckle. I knew she needed a break, and I just didn’t stop. It felt good to be in control. It felt good to watch her desire grow for me, to watch her become completely helpless and at my whim. It felt good to know how aroused I could make her.
“It’s called tickle or whip. I tickle you until you beg me to whip you. Then I whip you until you beg me to tickle you. And so it goes, until I feel like stopping. No breaks. No respite. No mercy. Just constant, devilish torture. Would you like to try that sometime?”
“William!” She wailed.
And I continued. I stroked my cock with one hand to the edge and stopped over and over, while holding at least one feather in my other hand to continue my sadistic tickle torture of her.
I left my cock to hold both feathers in each hand again and, smiling down at her, laughed as I showed absolutely no mercy.
“Look at me,” I ordered. “You can keep screaming and begging and squirming. It’s what got you in trouble in the first place. Look at my cock. You think your pleas are going to get me to stop? No. Use your safe word if you must, but that is the only way this will remotely stop. You read the contract.”
And then she started crying and I tickled her nipples more. “Poor, poor baby.”
“Please…” she could barely speak.
I was so hard, so turned on by her pleas that it incited me to just keep going, crueler, faster, lighter. I cocked my head and made her look at my sadistic eyes, as I smiled down at her helplessness, watching her try to breathe.
“William!” she said again, almost hyperventilating.
“Yes?” I teased, laughing down at her.
“Please. William. I almost can’t breathe. Please.”
I laughed harder and showed no mercy. “I’m sadistic, sweetheart. You’re saying all the wrong things.”
And she just blubbered. But I was impressed. She didn’t use her safe word.
I finally gave her a break to catch her breath when she screamed, “It hurts. Please. It really hurts!”
“It hurts?” I questioned. I stopped to look at her face, flushed, red, beads of sweat on her forehead, a slight rash on her neck. “Sssh. Calm down and explain it to me.” That guilt again, creeping in my psyche. Fuck.
“Yes. Please stop. I can’t take anymore. Please, William. I feel like I might explode, combust, have to go to a funny farm or something.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. It was cute. But it also, as usual, derailed me. I forgot how inexperienced she was. Maybe I was being a little too hard on her.
“I’m serious William. Down there. Everything is pulsing, down there. It is on fire. I can’t take it. It hurts. Please do something. Please do what you did to me yesterday. Please!” She was hysterical.
I brought my finger down between her legs to find her swollen clit. “You mean this, baby, this right here?” I taunted and lightly stroked it, around her bundles of nerves, ever so slowly.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes, William. Thank you. Oh god. Yes. Thank you, William.”
“You silly girl,” I removed my fingers. “Of course it hurts. That’s the whole point. I’m punishing you. And now I will punish you more for tricking me. Now stop crying,” I ordered. Though I didn’t think she had a clue. She was just too naïve.
“Oh god!”
I just smirked, waiting patiently for her to calm down. “I’m going to watch the clock. For every minute you continue to cry and whimper I will continue to tickle torture the sensitive tips of your nipples. I suggest you calm yourself, sweetheart. And you’re already up to three minutes.”
She drew in a shaky breath as her body continued to quake and her tears still fell. I stroked my cock slowly as I stared into her tortured eyes. She couldn’t quite calm down and my cock throbbed.
“William, please,” she whispered, almost inaudible.
“Five minutes now, baby. Tick tock. Tickle. Tickle.” I chuckled coldly and she squeezed her eyes shut, causing another tear to escape. “Just breathe slowly. You can calm down. Breathe.” I watched the clock.
She opened her eyes and took a deep breath and calmed.
“Good girl,” I taunted. “Five minutes. I’ll round down because I know you tried as hard as you could and that deserves
a reward. I’m going to tickle your nipples, baby, with absolutely no break. You’re going to squirm and take it, because guess what? You have no choice and it pleases me. Take a nice, deep breath and prepare.”
She was quivering. Even with my hard, throbbing cock, it was hard to look into her eyes, I tell you. They made me weak. I knew I would have to do something pretty harsh if she was going to fall in line and stop derailing me. I tried to shake the idea that I was being particularly cruel to her because she made me feel off kilter.
“Relax. Take a deep breath,” I soothed.
She took a deep, steadying breath.
“Good girl.” I said, trying to remain aloof, but I worried I actually cared a little.
“Listen carefully. Do not break any more rules tonight and I will not have to punish you. But if you do, the punishment will not be pleasant. Real punishment is not. Going forward tonight, you are not allowed to come without permission. If you do, I will need to truly punish you to teach you a lesson. So listen carefully to the consequences should you break any more rules tonight.
“If you come without permission, you will sleep, alone, in my dark basement in a tiny crate. It’s pretty sinister. Pretty confining. Pretty darn unpleasant. You’ve been a naughty girl tonight, Ms. Rose, and you need to be taught a lesson about obedience, but there’s time for you to prove yourself.”
“William,” she trembled and I began to stroke my cock again. I was such a sick, twisted fucker. But I had warned her. And she chose to stay. She had read and signed the contract, the dark contract. She knew to use her safe word; she had a chance to tell Jennifer things she couldn’t tolerate. I needed to set the tone, tonight. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I needed to prove to her, to Jennifer, and to myself that this was how things were. That this was who I was. That she was no different than the others.
Victoria struggled to remain calm, pulling slightly against her bondage. She looked so beautiful in that moment, so vulnerable, so mine, that I just lost it. I looked down at her perfect body and pumped my cock up and down, until I was at a no return.
“Open up, little girl,” I ordered, and I thrust my cock down her throat. “Drink it. Don’t spill any. Maybe I’ll let you come if you drink up like a good girl.”
She complied.
“Or, maybe I won’t,” I growled. It felt so fucking good.
She coughed a little and I lifted her head. “You okay?” I asked. I kind of cared, and it pissed me off.
“Yes,” she said sweetly, and for some reason, that pissed me off even more.
Without premeditation, I began to stroke her vulnerable clit with the paintbrush and stuck my finger in her, curling into her g-spot. I had completely forgotten the five-minute nipple torture I had promised her and just wanted to see her lose control, lose control the way I had just done.
“William, William, I’m going to come. William. It’s not going to stop. William!!!” she screamed.
And I ignored her and kept going, uncompromisingly.
“William! William! I’m coming. Oh god. Oh god. William, I’m coming.”
“Yes. I know.”
And. I. Just. Didn’t. Stop. I kept the paintbrush twirling and twirling over and around her clit, never relenting, and I stroked her inside walls as she struggled to get away from me and closer to me at the same time, forcing another orgasm from her.
“William!”
And I paused to push her hair away from her face, twirling my evil paintbrush in my hand, holding back my urge to actually laugh. I was coming undone. Perversion struck me again, and I began a fresh assault.
She screamed out my name again and again, as I tortured her now over-sensitive clit with the paintbrush, relentlessly, brutally, as she tried in vain to break free of her bondage.
“Almost painted red, baby,” I said. And my sadistic high caused me to laugh. I couldn’t help it. It would be the last time I let her get under my skin, the last time I would be out of control with her.
She came violently again, painfully, excruciatingly.
And then I stopped and kissed her. Hard. She had had enough. “Naughty girl,” I whispered.
“William?” she asked me so quietly, it tugged at me uncomfortably. I couldn’t look in her eyes. I would not let her get the best of me.
“Naughty girls are punished. You were very naughty. Did I give you permission to come?”
“No. But you didn’t give me a choice. William, I didn’t know how to stop it.”
“There are always choices, Victoria. You made the wrong one. Next time, you will follow rules. In fact, you came three times. There must be consequences. You will learn,” I said brusquely. “Jennifer will take it from here.”
And I left her there. I was irrationally angry with her. And there that pang come again. I felt guilty. I felt like I actually cared, and I needed to get out of there. Fuck. What was wrong with me?
Chapter Six
“Jennifer!” I hollered.” Go take care of my PA. I’m going for a run. She’s to sleep in the crate tonight. And after that, I don’t want to see her again until Monday at work, ready and dressed.”
“What? What happened? It’s only her second night, William. And you took her virginity. Don’t you think you could go a little slower? Be a little gentler?”
“No, Jenn. I don’t. Stop questioning me. She needs to be taught a lesson. She has earned this. She signed the contract, read all my methods of punishment. Picked a safe word. There was nothing that was off limits. You, yourself, went through it with her line-by-line, item-by-item! Did you not?” I was almost screaming. Why?
“Jesus Christ, Will. Let this one go. Yes. We did go through it line-by-line, but you didn’t even give her a chance to talk with you about it. You are being unreasonable. You are going too fast. You’re too emotional with this one for some reason. You don’t know enough about her yet to leave her alone overnight in a crate! ”
“I know plenty. I know that she is grown woman who made a choice. I know that she has a safe word for a reason. And I know that she needs to learn her place, learn her lesson, and learn what this arrangement is, and what this arrangement isn’t.” I was almost out of breath. I’m leaving for a run. Do as you’re told, Jenn. You can keep an eye on her tonight if that makes you feel better.”
“No, Will. It’s Saturday night, and you know I always sleep at Samantha’s. I’m outta here at 11:00 like always. But I will make sure she is okay before I leave. It is you who will have to keep an eye on her when I’m gone.”
And she stormed off to attend to my new PA.
What had I taken on? I dressed, and left, not to return until I knew she was safely secure down in my basement, thinking about her disobedience, her digressions.
As I tried to run ten miles, I struggled. My heart was racing faster than normal and I felt a sickness rising up in my throat. I stopped three times to get my bearings, hunching over once to almost vomit. I was not myself. Her eyes, her pleading, they flashed in my mind several times, and I felt…I wasn’t sure. I felt too much, and that was the problem.
After my run, Jennifer huffed past me. “Enjoy your evening. I’m late!” She slammed the door and left. It wasn’t the first time we argued, that’s for sure, but somehow, I worried she might be right this time.
While showering, I could hear Victoria clearly. She was sobbing. Loud. And it cut my shower short. I tried to ignore her and went into my study, telling myself she would calm shortly, put on my head phones, and listened to some Chopin to relax. I drowned her out with one of the Etudes, Tristesse, Op. 10 No. 3 to be exact, but it only made me picture her face, her heaving breasts, her wet, tight pussy. I leisurely stroked my cock, watching it grow within minutes.
But something made me take off the head phones, and her sobbing continued. There was something so sad but beautiful in her sobs. Nothing fake, no hint of treachery or crocodile tears. No. These were real, deep. I wanted to go to her. Never had I ever wanted to go to a woman to soothe her this way. Most women used tears as a means to
an end, a vehicle to get what they wanted. This was not the case with Victoria.
I turned off my music completely and did what I had never done before. I went to her. I envisioned her dark eyes begging me to free her from her confinement, and though it had not even been a half hour, I walked to the door of the basement, pulled the string on the overhead light, and found myself walking down the stairs to the cold and musty basement. I immediately opened the crate to a terrified Victoria. Jesus Christ. She was shaking all over. Without thinking, instinctively, I drew her up into my arms. God. Never, never in all my uncharitable, sadistic romps had I ever let my PA out of her crate.
“William, oh William,” she cried softly.
“Sssh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be so…”
“I didn’t either. I’m so tired, William.”
I carried her up the stairs and to her bedroom, feeling her breath against my chest as she already lay asleep against me, her body ceasing to tremble.
I had fucked up in so many ways. Jesus.
I drew back the covers and placed her in her bed, her body naked the way I had instructed Jennifer to do, and drew the blankets around her. I kissed her gently on her forehead and left her to find peace.
I didn’t remember falling asleep, my stomach was in knots, but somehow I did because I awoke to screaming. Victoria was screaming out into the night.
“Victoria!” I called into the darkness, as I took three steps at a time to get to her bedroom.
“No. How could he be gone? Where will I go? Help me! Who will take care of me?” She was half awake, half asleep, dreaming of something, something horrific. I had never heard blood-curdling screams like that, not since…And I shook the horrid memory from my mind.
“Victoria, wake up. I’m here. It’s okay. I have you. You are safe.” I carried her down the stairs, surprisingly, towards my bedroom, as she slowly began to wake, looking at me, confused, scared, and yes, relieved. How she trusted me in that moment was unfathomable. It almost broke my heart, though I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t have a heart anyway. Monsters don’t.
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