When we pulled into the driveway, I told her to get dressed. I did the same. I knocked on the privacy window, alerting Ralph to open it. “Ralph,” I said when he opened the window.
“Yes, sir,” he responded.
“Six thirty tomorrow. I have an early breakfast meeting. You will need to swing back to pick up Ms. Rose at eight. She will need to be ready for a nine o’clock meeting in my office.”
“Yes. Certainly, sir. That is no problem.”
“Thank you, Ralph.”
“After you, Victoria,” and I pointed to her door, instructing her to get out, as Ralph made his way out to open it for her.
I followed her into the house in silence. She stopped in the front entryway, shy, fidgeting as she often did, playing with her fingers, looking down. “Well,” she stumbled, “I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
I stepped closer into her, grabbed her chin and lifted her face, holding her to my stare. She exhaled, loud and shaky. It always made me smile to know the effect I had on her.
“I don’t think so. I’m tying you to my bed tonight. And that’s where I want you right now. Go lie down, naked. Spread yourself wide and wait for me.”
“But…” she stammered. “It’s a work night. Surely you want me well rested to be sharp and alert for the meeting tomorrow.” She sounded hesitant, worried about her job performance and yet, I could feel her excitement, her sexual energy.
“Do not worry, Victoria. I’m your boss, remember? There is no real meeting for you tomorrow at nine.” I smirked. “I’d like you under my desk tomorrow. That is the only place you need to be.”
She looked at me for answers, waiting for me to tell her it was just a joke, but I couldn’t have been more serious.
“To my bedroom,” I ordered, my tone shifting.
Chapter Ten
She had the side lamp lit, illuminating her naked body when I arrived. I was going to devour her. I hoped I could get her out of my system by searing her body with my kisses and touches. I needed to get her out of my system. I was no good for her and our time would be up shortly anyway.
I stood in the doorway and watched her anxiety peak and wane. The glow from the lamp shone on her full, pert breasts. Those white, full tits called to me, called to me to be cruel, to be kind to them. She lay perfectly still, but her breathing, her heaving chest, betrayed her nerves. I wanted to bring her great pleasure. But I wanted to do it painfully. I wanted her to beg me to stop giving her pleasure.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” I said to her as I sat down on the bed. I heard her breathing hitch, her exhale almost a whimper. “Sssh, Victoria.”
“I want you. Please don’t tie me up. Let me touch you. Your body…it’s so strong…so muscular…I want to touch it.” I watched her blush and look away.
“If I don’t tie you up, you won’t be able to handle what I have in store for you.” I smiled.
“Oh god.”
“No more talking. It’s not for you to decide. You know that. You know the rules. And you know you can quit whenever you want. But right now, you’re here. You’re in my bed, and I’m going to do as I please, as I see fit.”
I tied her, tightly, with a few of my neckties to the bedposts, spread eagle, as I felt my cock swell and burn again for her.
I wasted no time. I dove for her left breast, squeezing and kneading it, first gently and then harshly. Her tits were huge, yet firm, and I watched the white, pure skin darken and turn pink under my ministrations. I squeezed and pinched the flesh, marking it as I went, hurting her and arousing her at once.
I drew one of her hard, pink nipples into my mouth and suckled lightly and then licked as she squirmed under me. I did not relent and completely ignored her other breast entirely.
She whimpered and began to beg me again. “Please, William. Oh god. Please.”
And I simply continued, sucking and licking, biting lightly, until she screamed out.
“Sssh, baby. I’ve only just begun. I’m hungry for you.”
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” she chanted again, bringing a sadistic smile to my face.
“Mine,” I licked the tip of her swollen nipple. “All mine to torture. To lick. To suck. I am just never going to tire of them, of how sensitive they are. What will you do if I don’t stop?”
“William.”
“Poor, poor girl. All tied up and nowhere to go. At my mercy. And guess what? I don’t feel like being merciful. I feel like being cruel. Big surprise. You must like it or you wouldn’t be here.”
She pulled on her bondage, and it made my cock swell to know she had no control to stop what I was doing to her, as I lightly tickled the tip of her nipple with my tongue, over and over and over, taunting her with my eyes, forcing her to look into my depravity.
Her breathing became so erratic, I had to pause to make sure she was okay. She let out a tortured whimper and it made me laugh.
“Going crazy?” I taunted.
“Yes.” She panted.
“Good. Because that’s what your tits do to me. They drive me crazy.”
Finally, I switched to her other breast and repeated the whole, drawn-out tortuous process as she struggled in her restraints. “Don’t want this breast to be jealous, now do we?”
I was relentless, torturing the round flesh, the hard nipple. I took the nipple in between my teeth and chewed on it, lightly, and then surprised her with a bite, causing me to chuckle at the torment she was enduring, enjoying, as she yelped out in need.
I watched as her right breast colored the same way her left had, and when I was satisfied, I placed both her nipples between my fingers and kneaded and rolled them about, flicking their sensitive tips, listening to her pant and moan in pain, in pleasure.
At once, her moans turned to sighs and I stopped to look into her eyes. I could feel and see the signs. She was close to coming and I smiled again. My god was she responsive.
“William,” she whined, loud and primal.
“You’re close to coming?” I smiled down at her. “You’re not allowed to come, not until I say so. You know that. So calm down and breathe. I don’t want you to come yet. I don’t know if I’m going to let you come at all. But I love knowing I could make you come this way. More ways for me to torture you.”
I moved slowly down her stomach, licking and biting and kissing as I went, marking her, watching her body writhe against her bonds. I kept my fingers glued to her beautiful, sensitive nipples, stroking, pinching, lightly flicking and tickling. “Not a word, Victoria. Not unless you need to use your safe word. Stay still. I’m in control, not you. You must take what I’m giving you. I want your nipples to be sore for days, to force you to think about me every second of your day. If you’re good, I may reward you.” I smirked, “Or I may not.”
I watched her face, her eyes welling up. And I kept at it. Kissing, tickling, nipping her belly, never removing my hands from her swollen breasts. I listened to her moans, her whimpers, her sighs. I watched tears leak out from her eyes. Sometimes she screamed out. An hour went by before I began to lick between her dripping, hot thighs.
“Better than honey,” I moaned into her.
“Yes! Oh god. William,” she hiccupped.
“What did I say? Quiet. Let me lick you. Let me enjoy you. You are mine to enjoy. Mine. And I don’t want to stop. I won’t stop. You’re going to come, Victoria. A lot. But not until I torture you. Not until I get my fill of your body.”
“William…please…”
“Not even close, baby. No more begging. Or I’ll be even crueler. Yes. I’d like to be crueler.”
I pushed her hips down with both hands on each side of her so she couldn’t move a muscle, and I licked and sucked her, bringing her to the edge and back, countless times. Her breathing was insane to listen to, so fast, so tortured. But she didn’t beg, and I didn’t make it easy for her. I didn’t want to stop licking her. She tasted like pure confection.
Finally, I looked up into her eyes and tears were streami
ng down her face, silent wet tears, and I caved. “Come for me, sweet girl. Let me hear you.”
I drew her clit into my mouth, sucking and twisting it and thrust first one, then two fingers inside of her as she exploded, loud, out-of-control. I continued to finger fuck her and lick her clit through her orgasm until she stopped moving and shaking.
Her whole body was glistening, her hair stuck to her forehead. I stroked her hair back from her face and kissed her gently. But she wanted nothing of gentleness and it startled me. She lifted her head and thrust her tongue into my mouth, causing my cock to swell at full attention.
“Did you enjoy that?” I smiled down at her, embarrassing her. She was so easy to humiliate.
She simply closed her eyes.
I began to untie her and she pushed her body back into me. I didn’t know what to do at that moment and before I could decide, I had her on her stomach with my cock halfway into her drenched, hot pussy.
“Aaah,” she moaned, thrusting back against me.
“Up,” I ordered, as I squeezed my fat cock into her more. She yelped out. “Take it,” I grunted, lightly massaging her clit in small, light circles, trying not to hurt her ridiculously tight hole.
Her wetness astounded me, and I could feel her building again. I began to thrust faster, as she screamed out my name and I pinched her clit, hard, between my fingers, as she exploded. She tightened around the shaft of my cock, causing me to almost blow my load inside her. I quickly removed my cock from deep within her, fisted her hair, and sprayed my cum across her lower back, into her hair. My fingers found her clit again, and I pinched and squeezed it through her whimpers.
When I was done, I marveled at her beauty from this angle. Perfect ass, beautiful hair, and her huge tits that were in direct contrast to her tiny waist and frame. “Stay still,” I ordered.
She panted, still shaking.
I crawled under her as she stayed on her hands and knees and positioned my head directly under her pussy and began to lick her feverishly. It was like I couldn’t get enough her juice, her smell, her arousal.
“Oh god. No, William. It’s too much. Stop.”
“Not up to you,” I said, as I took turns between diving my tongue deep into her hole and licking her swollen, sensitive clit. I held her steady with my hands. And I just didn’t relent until I felt her mounting again.
I got back up behind her and began to rub her clit at a steady, vibrating pace with my fingers, watching her lose control again. My tongue found her puckered little star-shaped anus and I began licking it gently while I continued my not-so gentle attack on her clit. I watched her face contort, her breasts swell, and she was right there again, coming, screaming, sweating. I continued to vibrate my fingers against her sensitive bud of nerves and lapped lightly at her other virgin hole.
“Oh William. That tickles in the most…oh my god.”
“You like it, don’t you,” I said through clenched teeth. I wanted to see her come again. And I held a steady, fast pressure, against her clit. She tried to stop me. “Hands back down.”
“William! Oh. God.”
“That’s right,” I smiled at her pleasure, which blurred with pain. “You can come for me again. I’m not going to stop until you do.”
She moaned.
“Hands back down, or I’ll strap a vibrating egg to your clit for the entire night. Do you understand me?”
She repositioned herself, while I showed her no mercy. She moaned hard and long, panting, whimpering, and I tortured her sweet, swollen button.
Her body betrayed her as the wetness of arousal ran down her legs, making me chuckle. “Hurts so good, baby?” I teased.
“Yes,” she whimpered, and I rubbed faster and harder against her clit, watching her body contort and pulsate. I stuck my tongue deep into her virgin ass, and she howled. “Aaah—oooh! William!”
I laughed at her feral behavior and continued until she screamed out loud and long as another wave of orgasm shook through her entire body. Her arms could no longer hold her up, and she collapsed against me.
I scooted back, lifted her, and drew her into me, lying her down on her side, placing her breasts against my face. She moaned contentedly and closed her eyes. I began to suckle them again. I just couldn’t leave her alone. She inhaled sharply when she felt my warm breath, teasing the tips of her nipples again. “William…oh god.”
“Hands by your sides,” I said condescendingly, as if talking to a child, but I smiled up into her face, as she bit her lip and did as she was told. And I began the whole process again. I just could not tire of her, her body. Her little noises, her squirming body, her tremors as I licked her and sucked her without pause. I sucked her nipples with a relentless rhythm and stroked her back, caressing her, keeping her aroused and relaxed at once.
When I looked at the clock, it was well after 1:00 am. “I suppose you’ve had enough. You’ll be exhausted tomorrow.”
But to my surprise, when I removed my touch, my lips from her body, she let out such a sigh that I had to laugh. “You liked that?” I teased.
She just moaned.
“To bed,” I ordered. “I got carried away. You have that effect on me. It’s far too late.”
Her eyes begged me to let her stay, and truth be told, I wanted her to stay in my bed, but I needed to sleep. I was good at functioning on very little sleep, but even this was going to be a stretch for me.
“Good night then, William.” Her quiet voice was sentimental.
“Don’t look at me like that. I have a rather busy day tomorrow. Off you go.”
She bent down to look for her clothes, fumbling. I saw her lip quiver.
“Leave them here. Jennifer will find them in the morning and can wash them.”
She drew her arms around her. She looked so lonely. So hurt.
Fuck, I reprimanded myself. What was I going to do? “You want to stay, don’t you?” Truth be told, I wanted her to stay. I wanted to suck on her the entire night.
She didn’t look at me. She didn’t want to answer me.
“Come here,” I caved.
I saw her visibly relax, her shoulders moving away from her ears as she walked back over to the bed. I lifted the covers, inviting her to snuggle back into me, pushing her ass and back against me. She moaned, “Mmmm.”
“Oh no you don’t. Tits. Now. I want to fall asleep in them. Turn over and push them in my face. You stay? You suffer. I am going to suck you all night long. You will think of me all day tomorrow with how tender you’re going to be…” I drew one nipple into my mouth, “right here… and…” I released her nipple and drew her other into my mouth, “here.”
“William…”
“No talking.”
She whimpered for the hundredth time and I laughed.
“What? Did you think I would hold you tight, make you relax? Whisper sweet nothings in your ear?”
“William, please. You’re being mean…”
“Or did you think I’d let you come again? Is that why you want to stay?” I continued my diabolical teasing. I’m not sure why I did it. I shouldn’t have been caving in this way, that’s why. And I had vowed to keep things platonic. What was I doing?
“William…” she whispered and I knew what she wanted to hear. I was such a prick, and I just couldn’t stop myself. I knew she needed me in that vulnerable moment. Instead I continued my ruthlessness. I couldn’t allow myself to admit I might have cared.
“Hands by your side for the rest of the night. Not a peep. No begging. And probably no sleeping for you. You’ll be too wet, too needy. And I don’t intend to do a thing about it for you.”
And I sucked her nipples incessantly until well after 2:00 am, until they were raw little nubs, making her take it, suffer through it. I wouldn’t let her speak or beg.
“Shall I come all over you now and put you out of your misery?”
She didn’t speak as ordered.
“Or shall I continue to torture you until the sun comes up?”
I could tell she wanted to beg, so I warned her again.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I nibbled on her right nipple.” Not a word.” I switched nipples. “Imagine if I did this to you for the next two months, never letting you come once?” I laughed, flicking, licking, and pinching. “Mmmm. That thought makes me so hard.”
I stood up and stroked my cock, looking into her tortured eyes as I taunted. “Feels so good to come, baby.” I sprayed hot cum all over her chest. I smiled down at her. God she was fucking beautiful. And I kissed her.
I drew my fingers down over her belly, down, down lower, as I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. I stroked between her legs. Her eyes squeezed shut and her whole body tensed.
“Look at me,” I ordered. “Would you like me to stop your ache? Let you come? You may answer.”
“Yes,” she begged.
“Beg me. In earnest.”
“Please, William.”
“Try harder.”
“Please.”
And I smirked. “No. ‘fraid not.” I was exhausted and quite frankly, irritated with myself for allowing her to get back under my skin. “I just wanted to finally hear you beg.”
“William. I hate you right now.” She should hate me.
I said coldly, “Then leave.” A part of me wished she would. I was almost bipolar with her. I knew I was only acting this way because I couldn’t handle my own emotions, couldn’t understand what I was feeling, but it didn’t stop me.
She took a shaky breath, and I was sure she was trying not to cry. “You’re being cruel,” she whispered.
“I am,” I said simply, getting up to grab a towel to wipe off my cum from her body. “I’m sadistic, sweetheart, remember?” And, as usual, her words softened me a bit, but I didn’t want her to know that. Instead, I humiliated her as I removed the sticky mess I had made on her. “You couldn’t leave now if you wanted. I know every button to push. I know how to make you squeal like a pig and beg like a puppy. Maybe I will continue to make you do both. You’re mine, baby. You’ll never be the same. Mine,” I repeated. What she didn’t know was that I was wondering if I’d ever be the same.
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