by Jamie Knight
“How does it feel?”
“So good! So fucking good! So much pressure but in a good way. I feel like I’m going to explode!”
“That means you are getting close to cumming, pet. Keep going, cum for me, pet.”
“Yes, master!”
I kept fingering myself, going even harder, none of the pain I expected ever exerting itself. All I felt was pleasure.
“I feel all tingly. In my pussy and all over,” I said.
“Good girl, you’re nearly there. Keep going, pet.”
“I want your cock!” I screamed, unable to hold back. “I want it in my pussy.”
“This nice, big cock?” he asked, stroking himself.
“Yes, master. Your big, beautiful cock. I want it so bad, sir.”
“Where do you want it, pet?”
“In here, in me, in my pussy, fucking me hard!”
“You want me to take your virginity, pet?” he asked, as though making sure.
“Yes, master! I want you to fuck me. I need your big cock in my tight little pussy, fucking me for the very first time!”
“You want me to tie you up?”
“Yes, master!”
“You want me to spank you?”
“Yes, please master, spank me. Spank my ass until it’s red!”
“You want a butt plug up your beautiful little ass hole?”
“Yes master, stretch out my ass and then fuck me in it! Fuck my pussy and then fuck my ass! Anything, I will do anything for you, master! Tie me up and put your beautiful cock in me and fuck me hard, fuck me till I scream.”
Another surprise. I’d never really thought much about anal. I knew it was something people did but really had no idea how it worked and I hadn’t really thought about doing it. Having a guy put his cock up my ass. Not least because there was no one I knew whom I would trust to do that. Certainly not Mark or any of the guys who used me at the club.
Somehow with Joshua it seemed like a real possibility, though. I didn’t really even worry how it would work or if it would work. I knew it wouldn’t, he wouldn’t let it. I really would do anything for him and let him do anything to me.
I was so caught up in what we were doing I didn’t even hear them come in. Two of the guys April had invited over walked into the living room, their cocks still hard from whatever or whoever they had been doing a minute ago and sat down on either side of me, trapping me on the couch.
I had already orgasmed, so my hand was away from my pussy. One of the guys shoved his hand on me down there and started to rub me roughly, while he tried to kiss me. The other one made me touch his cock as he sucked one of my tits.
The bastard didn’t even do it right. He sucked way too hard and with too much teeth. He actually bit me! It hurt so much I wanted to cry. I tried to writhe away from him but I wasn’t strong enough.
Suddenly, I flash back to my stepdad and Mark. What they used to do to me. I could feel the tears as they started to flow. It wasn’t what I wanted, not at all.
I wondered if they were going to try and fuck me. There was nothing I could do if they did. My body had gone completely numb. My mind was shutting down from the pain and memories. I wished Joshua was there to help me.
“Go away!” I screamed.
At least I tried, but the sound that actually came out of me was more like a sob. The guys didn’t stop, not seeming to notice or care that I was crying.
The one touching my pussy tried to get a finger in and I started to cry even harder, remembering all the bad stuff. All the pain down there when he would touch me at night. I wished they would go away.
“Hey!”
We all look at the computer screen like trained spaniels. Joshua had put his cock away and was looking deadly serious.
“Leave her alone or I’ll come over there with a shotgun.”
He didn’t yell. He didn’t even sound angry, which actually made it sound even more scary.
People said lots of things in anger they didn’t really mean. But my master was very calm and straightforward with the seeming force of God behind his words.
The guys disappeared so fast I thought they might leave a vapor trail. All while apologizing and saying they thought I would like it.
“You see him? He’s my fucking master. I am only for him. I will do anything for him and no one else, got it?”
“Got it,” they chorused, ducking back into the bedroom, metaphorical tails between their shaking legs.
“You okay, pet?” Jacob asked, when things had calmed down.
“Yes, master. Thanks for saving me. I really hope I can come and see you soon.”
I did, too. It seemed like a real win-win situation for me. Not only would I have a place to stay, and probably a beautiful one at that, but I would also have the chance to really explore things, since I was actually into Joshua.
Just as important, at least to my way of thinking, was the fact that I trusted him completely. I knew, unlike Mark, he would never use me or hurt me in a bad way. The only pain he’d inflict on me would be for the purpose of my pleasure.
“Well then, hurry up and pack,” he said. “The limo will be there to pick you up in an hour or two.”
“Yes, master!” I said, leaping up off the couch.
“Pet?”
“Yes, master?” I asked, looking back at the computer screen.
“Get dressed first,” he ordered gently.
I pulled my sweats and hoodie back on as my master logged off. I was still thinking of him as I started to pack. My pussy was still dripping wet for him as I decided what to take to spend two weeks with a handsome, sexy billionaire.
I was already trembling with anticipation for his first touch.
Chapter Five - Joshua
I had somewhat shocked myself with my own ferocity. What was even more unsettling, I had meant every word of what I’d said. Disengaging the video call, I went to prepare for Celeste’s arrival.
There were a lot of things that could be said about me. Some of them are nice, others nasty. One of the less flattering observations would be that I was a dye in the wool perfectionist.
I tried not to be a jerk about it. And to understand the limitations of frail humanity though I did like things done the best way possible. A desire which led me to put a lot of pressure on.
It was part of why I’d been through two cooks and three drivers in the past three years. Though if there was one person I was hardest on, particularly when things went wrong, it was myself.
I really wanted everything to be just right for when Celeste arrived. I saw it as part of my duty as a master. The room was across the hall from the master suite on the third floor. Well away from any of the employees. Must try not to scandalize them.
It had taken some doing to get the supplies. The delivery drivers were clearly unhappy with the size and weight of some of the packages. Most of them were easily placated with sizable tips, though. Besides, I was the one who had to take the packages up three flights of stairs so really, they got off easy.
I’d considered assembling the pieces as they came but decided it would be better to see them all at once so I could decide where they would go best. It was better than having to constantly re-arrange things when a new piece arrived. I didn’t have much time, so I decided to do things as systematically as possible.
Within an hour, everything was assembled and placed. The room looked like a miniature version of the club. For the sake of evidence, I got out my phone and took several pictures, just in case any proof was needed.
Switching back to the home screen, I texted Xavier and Jude, inquiring in the friendliest tone text would allow how their own home playrooms were coming along.
A few minutes later, they both texted back, saying they have each had some success. I wondered what the heck that was supposed to mean. We agreed to meet up to talk about it. I sent the photos from the phone to my email so I could have them in my office.
It
was already clear things were about to become another pissing contest. One of the things about us alpha wolf types was that we tended to compete. It was a theme that went all the way back to college, seeing who could get the highest grade or get invited to whatever exclusive party.
I thought it might calm down after we graduated but if anything, it got worse. The business world was even more competitive than the academic one, even though we were in completely different industries.
It also didn't seem to matter that I roundly thrashed them in almost every instance. They just kept coming back for more, honestly seeming to believe that this time might be different, no doubt encouraged by the handful of times one of them had actually managed to beat me.
It had probably happened four or five times between the two of them. These were moments of failure that still haunted my dreams. Not because of them but because of what it said about me.
The doorbell rang in the distance. Pocketing the phone, I went to answer, tip in hand, delivery drivers the only ones who ever came by. I picked up the pace, since it was almost time to send the limo for Celeste. Everything needed to be ready.
Taking the newly arrived package up to the master bedroom once I had retrieved it from the delivery man at the door, I opened the box and looked at it. The smell hit me first. Fresh, genuine leather, softened by lace.
I was really happy to find it online, my glee only increasing by the reality of it. My mind went to images of Celeste wearing it. All of which I was sure would hardly live up to the reality.
I remembered how she had spread her legs for me, her tender, virgin pussy dripping wet and ready to be fucked for the first time.
How she touched herself at my command, making herself orgasm.
I thought about her delicious body.
Her thick thighs, big tits and wide hips.
I wanted to tell her to turn around and bend over, so I could see her round ass, but she had already cum. Then the guys showed up with their cruelty.
I replaced the lid on the box and took it downstairs, texting my assistant as soon as I hit the bottom step, having discovered a while ago how dangerous it could be, trying to text while walking down the stairs.
There was a thud somewhere in the depths of the main floor, which was the sound of Lydia’s office door closing. Within minutes she was approaching, her heels clacking on the marble floor.
Just over six feet of lean efficiency were constrained in a black power suit. Her dark hair was cut in a short bob. She had been the best of the candidates for the job. It also helped that she was the furthest thing from my type. It made working together a lot less awkward than it could have been, which was good, since much of my daily activity depended on her.
“Call the limo and give this to the driver,” I told her.
“Who is being picked up?”
“Her name is Celeste. Have the driver bring her the package and instruct her to put on the contents, wearing it under her regular clothes. Then I want her driven here. He is to wait in the car as she gets changed. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Lydia marched back to her office to carry out my orders. It wasn’t the same as a pet, but I still liked her obedience. Particularly when combined with her effectiveness. Ordinarily, I would have had the driver stay and watch as Celeste got changed. Just to make sure she was following my orders.
But in this case it seemed like Celeste had already been through enough. I could tell she was actually really shy and didn’t want to traumatize her. I could only imagine what effect Mark’s exhibitionism would have had on her. Especially with the other guys touching her.
I once again regretted not saying anything at the time, though there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was be as kind as I was capable within the confines of our arrangement, and do my best not to add to her trauma.
There was something about her that made me feel very protective of her. Which was probably why I’d mentioned the shotgun to her two assailants the night before. I’d really meant it too. They seemed to know that, which was why they relented so quickly.
I had had the power of true conviction behind me. Despite being a master, I wanted to be gentle and loving with Celeste and would destroy anyone who tried to hurt her.
She really was becoming mine.
It seemed strange, impossible really, but I could almost see myself staying with her even after the two weeks were over and the initial contract expired.
That wasn’t like me at all.
But Celeste definitely had a way of getting into my head and messing with it.
Chapter Six - Celeste
I was left in something of a state, the incident bringing back too many bad memories. Ghosts from the past would haunt my mind unless I got out of there.
I’d had most of my stuff packed and was doing a few last-minute type things before the limo came to get me. I had to repeat that last bit in my head a few times before I would believe it.
It had all happened so fast and seemed so much like a dream or a fairy tale. Not the sort of thing that happened in real life. Except it was happening.
“You really don’t have to leave,” April kept saying, as I got ready to do just that.
Adding to the irony, she was wearing her coat, getting ready to meet her boyfriend at a restaurant. I wasn’t sure if he knew about her multi-person dalliances but was pretty sure I’d seen him at a couple. The oddities of modern dating, I supposed.
“Yes, I do.”
“I made all the guys leave,” April protested.
“I know, I heard them. Still, doesn’t matter.”
“What if I don’t bring any more guys around for orgies?”
“April, honey, we both know that isn’t going to happen. You love orgies, it is just part of who you are, and I accept that. I just can’t live with it anymore. In the most literal sense possible. I’ve been looking for my own place for a while and this will help me get the money. I have to go and so do you. Your boyfriend is waiting for you.”
I could see the hurt in her eyes. The orgies comment went a bit too far, and the follow up about her boyfriend was a slashing blow. I’d been trying to be supportive but had ended up accidentally calling her a cock-drunk slut.
“Like you’re any better!” she exploded. “Going off to the be the kept woman or sex slave of a man you don’t even know. Just for the money. At least I’m doing what I do with the orgies for pleasure. Not in hopes of a fucking pay day.”
“I do find pleasure in it,” I said, feeling the bite of her words. “I just want a nicer guy. Nicer than Mark anyway. Someone with more experience and who knows what he is doing. I think I’ve found that with Joshua. Someone who won’t invite strangers around to finger rape me because they think I’ll like it.”
“You’re right,” she relented. “I’m sorry about what happened and for going off on you. I just like having you around. The guys are great but sometimes it’s nice to have another girl to talk to, you know?”
I did, actually. We had been friends so long I guess neither of us really guessed what it would be like not to have each other around.
“You’re welcome back any time.”
April didn’t resist as I hugged her, both of us seeming to have the same feelings of regret. I didn’t want her to think I hated her because I didn’t. Even after what had happened with her orgy buddies. I knew she wasn’t the one to blame for it.
“I really am,” she insisted, “sorry for what happened. I hope you weren’t hurt.”
“A little, but it’s not your fault. You had no way of knowing they would do that. I would also still be going if that hadn’t happened. It really isn’t about you. I need to do this for me.”
“Okay, well, good luck.”
We hugged again and kissed on the cheek. Our beautiful scene of platonic parting was interrupted by the sound of the door buzzer.
“I think that’s my ride.”
“You’d b
etter let him up then,” April said with a wink.
A tall, pleasant looking man, the driver wore a well fitted uniform. It was one of the old-style ones with white gloves and a hat. He took my bag for me, handing me a box in return.
“Put this on under your clothes, please, and then come down when you are ready. I’ll be waiting in the car.”
With a shallow bow, the driver turned on his heel and headed back down the hallway at a good clip.
“Fancy,” April said, giving me a parting kiss on the cheek. “Have fun. Love you.”
“I love you too.”
Sitting on the couch after she left, I pulled the lip up on the box. What I saw there made me gasp. The sight of the outfit was enough to make my eyes widen and my heart flutter.
Taking the box into the bathroom, just to be safe, I got out of my street clothes and slipped into the contraption. It was made out of an odd mix of leather and lace, with strategic holes around my nipples, pussy and ass. The outfit also had pockets, but the box contained a note saying not to open them unless I wanted to be severely punished.
I felt embarrassed and a bit humiliated, being exposed like that. But I rather liked this feeling. The outfit left nothing to the imagination.
I was also turned on, knowing that I was doing this because my master had told me to. Even if it was by way of a messenger.
I hoped Joshua would be the only one to see me like this. If so, I would just be turned on. I didn’t mind at all if he wanted to see me this way. It was pretty flattering, if I was being honest.
I put my clothes back on over the outfit and headed down to the limo, making sure to lock up the apartment before I left, probably for the last time. My face was burning hot as I approached the limo, wondering if the driver knew what I was wearing under my street clothes.
“Evening, ma’am,” he said, as I slid into the back.
He didn’t seem to know or if he did, he didn’t care. Anyway, there was a privacy partition between the front and back seats so he can’t even see me.
I tried my best to enjoy the ride, watching the city roll by outside the tinted windows of the limo. No one knew I was in here. Everyone probably thought whoever was inside was some kind of important person. Not a homeless, unemployed grad student.