‘And when did he finally decide to fuck you?’ Preston asked with a nonchalance that intensified the directness of it.
Lydia tried to close her eyes against his taunts, but another sharp tug warned her not to shut him out. She forced herself to look up at him, reminding herself that every insubordination was cause for further punishment, and the expression in his eyes, a mixture of harsh amusement and satisfaction, hit her with the power of a physical blow.
Oh, how she hated this! She had agreed to Preston’s use of her while she was under his protection, but the mere idea that he was demanding access to her most intimate secrets made her blood boil with fury and shame. He intended to pillage her deepest memories until she had nothing left for herself, until there was nothing to which he hadn’t laid claim.
She trembled. ‘Please,’ she whispered, ‘please don’t do this.’
Preston’s mouth stretched into one of his cruelly beautiful smiles. ‘I love hearing you beg,’ he said quietly. ‘Did I ever tell you that? It makes my cock even harder than usual.’ He began rubbing the obscene bulge in his trousers against her hip. ‘Feel that?’ he tormented. ‘See what you do to me, my Lydia? See what you’ve always done to me? You’d flash your cunt for someone like Alex Walker, but not for me. You’d shake your tits for an ignorant grease monkey like him, but you looked down your nose at me. Don’t you think I remember that? Eh, don’t you? I remember it all too clearly. But I wasn’t good enough for you, was I?’
Lydia stared at him in shock. She had been aware of and did remember his early attraction to her, and Gabriel had expanded her knowledge of just how deeply Preston had been fixated with her, but she hadn’t thought he harbored such an extreme amount of resentment towards her too.
‘Preston, I…’ she began meekly.
‘Are you going to beg again?’ he demanded. ‘Soon you’ll be begging for my cock as well, won’t you? I might not have been good enough for you back then, but now you can’t even exist without me, can you? Without me you’d be totally, utterly ruined.’ He laughed. ‘How delightfully things can change around.’
He let her go so suddenly that Lydia instinctively tightened her grip on the bedpost to retain her balance. He moved away from her and snapped an order for her to take her clothes off.
Her hands shaking, Lydia fumbled to unfasten the buttons of her dress before slipping it from her shoulders. She heard Preston removing something from a drawer, but she didn’t dare turn around to see what it was.
‘Give me your wrist,’ Preston ordered, holding two sets of leather handcuffs, an evil leer on his face.
Lydia bit her lip and held out her arm, wincing as he clamped one of the cuffs around it and fastened the other one high up on the bedpost so that her arm was stretched to its full extent. He repeated the same with her other wrist, but only when he clamped the second cuff around the opposite bedpost did Lydia receive the full import of her position.
Her skin flamed with embarrassment as she grasped the bedposts and realized that she was incapable of moving from this position until he chose to release her. Her breasts were lifted and thrusting forth, her back arched, her full bottom vulnerable. Her legs quivered, the tendons stretched as she strained on tiptoe, her buttocks hollowed with the effort.
Preston murmured his satisfaction as he strode around to examine the result of his handiwork. He amused himself by slapping her bottom several times; stinging spanks that made her jerk in response.
She tried to console herself with the hope that perhaps he had forgotten his interrogation about Alex Walker, but her hope died when his fingers delved into the shorn apex between her thighs, and he chuckled when he discovered just how wet she already was.
‘So just the thought of Alex Walker makes you hot, hmm?’ Preston mused. ‘Go on, then, when did he fuck you? And don’t omit any of the juicy details.’
Lydia knew to the core of her soul that he would not release her until she told him everything, and he would know if she was lying, so she gripped the posts tightly and tried to gather the courage to recount the memory, cruelly distracted as Preston’s fingers slipped into her sex from behind and began toying with the slick folds.
‘I… it was after school one day,’ she stammered, her voice edged with the physical and mental strain he was putting her under. ‘I dashed home and changed, and then I went to the garage.’
‘Changed into what?’
‘A short blue skirt and white blouse, and I wasn’t wearing a bra.’
‘Panties?’ he pressed, and Lydia nodded.
‘Hmm… describe them.’
‘They were… they were white cotton with little pink flowers embroidered on them. I rode the city bus to one of the stops near the garage and walked the rest of the way. It was hot that day, I remember, and I was perspiring from just that short walk. Heat seemed to hang like a curtain in the air. I saw Alex when I stepped onto the lot. He was bent over working on a car outside in the sun, his arms all bare, tanned and muscled… oh, Preston, please stop teasing me and making me tell you all this.’
She tried to close her legs in desperation; she would never be able to stop herself from succumbing to the increasing pleasure if he continued to work her so diligently with his fingers. She expected him to reprimand her for pleading again, but to her surprise he just lifted his hand away from her sex.
‘Wait until I tell you to continue,’ he ordered, and Lydia groaned inwardly when she heard him rummaging through a drawer again. When would she learn that she could never rely on the hope of his mercy?
Without a word Preston bent down to fasten another set of cuffs to both her ankles, fastening them to each of the bedposts so that her legs were forcibly spread apart. Tears of humiliation stung Lydia’s eyes. She had never felt so utterly exposed.
‘Go on,’ Preston commanded. ‘Tell me more.’
Lydia tried to speak past the tightness of her throat as Preston knelt on the bed in front of her, his forehead creased by a frown of irritation.
‘I told you to continue,’ he said, reaching out to flick his fingers painfully across her erect nipples. ‘He turned you on, did he?’
Lydia shuddered and forced her voice to work again. ‘Alex was… he was… yes, I looked at his tight jeans and became aroused almost immediately. I walked p-past him, but he didn’t even look up from his work.’ She inhaled deeply and tried to steady her voice.
‘One of the other mechanics was also working that day, so I hung around asking stupid questions until he left. Then I started getting bored and rather annoyed because Alex was ignoring me; he’d been ignoring me for weeks. I poked around the garage a little while longer, even though it was stifling inside and reeked of oil and grease. Then just as I was getting ready to leave, he came inside to get a screwdriver.
‘I leaned against a car hood, my arms behind me intentionally to push my breasts out. I thought he’d just ignore me again, but then he turned and looked at me, and when his gaze lowered to my breasts I realized I’d been sweating so much inside the garage that my blouse was sticking to me, highlighting the curves of my breasts and nipples, and even though I’d been deliberately flirting for weeks, I suddenly became very unsure of myself and nervous with the way Alex was looking at me. Maybe I’d gone too far after all.’
‘Didn’t you want him to fuck you?’ Preston asked bluntly, tracing her nipples with the tips of his fingers.
‘I don’t know.’ A wave of dizziness swept over Lydia as the muscles of her arms began to strain, as she fought the spirals of pleasure induced by Preston’s touch. ‘I th-think I did, but right then I realized he was not only older, but a lot more experienced than I was. I’d only really been involved with Cassie. I think I got scared. There was no one else around, and then he came closer.
‘“Nice tits”, he remarked arrogantly, which made me hot all over again because no one had ever spoken to me so explicitly. “Take off your b
louse and let me see them”.
‘Well, I bristled at his attitude because I wasn’t used to following orders, so I crossed my arms defiantly and shook my head. “No way”, I said, “you’re not worth it, and you’re not to speak to me like that”.
‘A flash of anger appeared in his eyes, which scared me all the more, but I didn’t move, because I didn’t want to back down in front of him. Then he stepped even closer and he was just so imposing, and without warning he grabbed the front of my blouse and tugged it right open so that my breasts were exposed, a couple of buttons wrenching free and falling to the filthy floor, and then he grabbed one of my breasts in his greasy hand and twisted my nipple. I was…’ she blushed shamefully at the memory, ‘well, the thrill was exquisite.’
Preston gazed appreciatively at the delicious breasts in his hands. ‘Go on,’ he encouraged.
‘“Nice, but I’ve seen better”, Alex said contemptuously, pawing my other breast and smudging oily black marks on my skin. “You seem to think there ain’t no better though, you little slut”.
‘Even though I’d never been so turned on, I pretended that I didn’t like being called a slut, and I pushed his hands away and covered myself with the ripped remains of my blouse.
‘“You don’t deserve me”, I snapped. “A grease monkey like you? You only wish you could have me, but you never will”.
‘“Yeah, that’s why you’ve been parading around here in your skimpy clothes, huh?” he scoffed, then grabbed my hand and pressed it against his crotch so I could feel the hard bulge of his erection. “Teasing girls like you better not mess with things they can’t handle”.
‘I tossed my hair back and leveled him with a cool stare. “I can handle anything”, I told him.
‘His mouth turned up at the corners as his dark eyes began to smolder. “You can, huh?” he mocked. “Guess I’ll have to find out if you really can, huh?”
‘By then he’d managed to maneuver me without me really noticing, and trapped me against the hood of the car, his body blocking the way out of the garage. We were towards the back of it, and I knew there was no way I could escape him even if I’d wanted to. I was so nervous, but also unbearably excited, and the fumes were beginning to make me light-headed so it almost seemed a bit surreal when he yanked my shirt off completely and began rubbing my breasts again.
‘Then he grabbed me around my waist and lifted me onto the hood, pushing my legs apart with his knees. He laughed when he saw the little flowers on my panties, saying they were cute, but I’d need something sexier if I wanted to be a real slut for him.
‘Then he pulled them down and looked at my pussy, sticking two fingers into me without the slightest bit of finesse, and before I knew what he was doing he lifted me off the hood and turned me around so my back was to him. His hands were callused and greasy, his touch rough as he pushed me down onto the hood until I was lying flat across it with my backside exposed to him.
‘I’d had this idea that if we had sex it would be somehow romantic, but he just tugged my skirt over my hips as if I were nothing more than an object. Of course I was wet from the sheer thrill of finally being so close to him, plus I was just so damn hot that all my senses were flooded with strange sensations.
‘The metal of the car was warm and greasy against my naked breasts and belly, my nose was filled with the smell of engine oil, and Alex was pawing my bottom with his large hands.
‘I panicked a little when I heard him undoing his zipper, and then even more when I felt the pressure of his big cock pressing against me, but he clamped his hands around my waist and told me not to move or it would hurt. Well, of course it did hurt, but it was more of an intense stinging than anything else, and then he started thrusting at me.
‘I’d thought before that I was overwhelmed, but the feeling of Alex pumping inside me sent me over the edge. I couldn’t hold onto anything, and my feet were shunted up off the floor, so his strong grip was the only thing keeping me in place. He caused my entire body to slam against the car, his groin slapping against my bottom, and the juicy sounds of our animated fuck filling my ears…’
Lydia’s voice trailed off as she struggled to regain a semblance of control over her traitorous body, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She clenched and unclenched her fingers on the bedposts, her breathing so rapid that her chest heaved with the force of it. The images were so sharp and vivid that she felt as if the experience had just happened yesterday.
‘It was so… so raw,’ she said thickly, Preston no longer having to insist that she continue. ‘Alex moved his hand around to my clit, and it just took one rub before I came violently, shrieking and writhing on the car it was so wonderful, and he just kept fucking me until he grunted and pulled out, coming all over my bottom.’
A shudder rippled through her, right down to the tips of her toes. She was suddenly grateful for the enforced spread of her legs, for if she had the ability to press her thighs together she knew that even a light pressure on her pulsing nub would trigger an unforgettable orgasm.
She felt Preston looking at her and cautiously lifted her gaze to his. She was unsurprised to see the lust that masked his expression, but underlying it was a dark contempt that sparked her nervousness back into force.
‘Well, imagine that,’ Preston drawled as he rose from the bed. ‘Our lovely Lydia, who had sustained such a reputation for being classy, losing her virginity in the squalor of a filthy garage. Sprawled like a tart over the hood of a broken down car, spreading her legs for an oily mechanic.’
Embarrassment speared Lydia as she recognized the truth of his harsh words. She flexed her hands, trying to relieve the increasing strain in her arms, and her unease grew stronger when Preston moved around behind her. Unable to stand it, she strained her neck to try and see what he was doing.
‘I think,’ he said slowly, as he opened the closet door, ‘that you really should be punished for acting in such a disgusting, obscene manner. What a disgrace you are.’
Before Lydia had the opportunity to steel herself against what was about to occur, something whistled through the air and landed so hard against her bare buttocks that pain lashed through her entire body. She gave a choked gasp of shock, her mind hazing with disbelief when a second blow split across the fleshy globes. Her tears spilled over immediately like little waterfalls, her fingers gripping the bedposts so tightly that white burned through her knuckles.
Preston moved to the side of the bed, his eyes bright with excitement, his mouth curled into a cruel smile of pleasure. He was holding an evil-looking whip consisting of several thin leather tails that accounted for the degree of pain bestowed upon her tender buttocks. His gaze scanned her fettered body, the reddened welts already blooming on her pale flesh, the tremble of her limbs and breasts, the sheen of sweat coating her skin.
‘Preston,’ Lydia choked, her full lips parting helplessly on a desperate plea. ‘Oh, please… don’t… no more…’
‘Don’t give a little strumpet exactly what she deserves?’ he mocked, his smile widening as he rubbed the bulge at the front of his trousers. Without heeding her entreaty, he flicked the whip expertly towards her breasts, marking them with stinging welts that caused her to yelp with pain. She dimly realized that he knew exactly what he was doing, that he knew just how much power to apply to the whip in order to impart a rich blur of pain without breaking her skin.
Her body jerked involuntarily backwards when he cracked the whip across her belly, but the restraint of the handcuffs held her firmly in place and allowed the whip to hit its mark.
Preston chuckled with amusement as he prowled behind her, flicking the whip over the backs of her legs and her bottom, aiming it accurately at her breasts. He paused every so often to enhance her humiliation by dipping his fingers into her wet sex, rubbing his fingers teasingly over her throbbing flesh before he resumed whipping her.
Lydia shrieked and cried each t
ime the tails bit into her skin, twisting violently to try and escape the harsh stings even as she knew that she never could. ‘Please, no more,’ she gasped, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her face streaked with tears. ‘Oh, it hurts. I can’t take anymore.’
‘Of course you can, dear Lydia,’ Preston replied. ‘This is why you’re here, isn’t it?’
As the tails lashed across her smooth mons with an agonizing bite she lost all sense of control. She began pulling frantically at the restraints, supplications flowing from her lips in an unending stream, her bottom writhing back and forth as she struggled to free herself.
Preston lashed the whip across her breasts and belly again until her skin was stained with multiple lines of crimson that crossed and intersected, and just when Lydia thought it would truly become too much to bear, when her mind became so tarnished with biting pain she felt she might pass out, Preston let the whip fall to the floor.
Lydia cried with sheer relief, uncaring of how she appeared to him as long as he didn’t pick up the brutal implement again, sobbing as he unfastened her wrist and leg restraints. Her muscles were aching from her excruciating position, and she collapsed forward onto the bed with a shriek of respite. The touch of the coverlet deepened the sting of her wounds, but anything was bearable after such a punishment.
Preston allowed her sobs to die down somewhat before mounting her from behind, each hard thrust of his engorged phallus accompanied by a deep, animalistic grunt.
Lydia buried her face in a pillow, forcing herself to thrust her bottom up for him, fighting not to succumb to the growing pressure that spread so persistently through her. As the initial impact of the whipping began to ebb, the agony was replaced by a burning heat that only seemed to add to the thorough intensity of sensations sweeping over her.
‘Ah, Lydia,’ Preston gasped, his cock plunging energetically into her tight channel, his talon-like fingers gripping her hips. ‘I always knew you were a slut at heart, even back then. I wanted to fuck you so many times. What gorgeous fantasies you provided me with. But the reality is always better, isn’t it? You’re hotter and tighter than I’d imagined, and now you’ll do whatever I tell you to do. Whatever humiliations I impose upon you, you will succumb to.’
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