The Secret Journey

by Paul Christian

  I swing it again, harder. "Three, sir." She's anguished, and angry red lines are swelling on the curve of her ass.

  Again. "Four, sir." It becomes clear that I'll be sending the cab away empty.

  "Five, sir." With a sort of detached surprise I can feel my erection swelling hard against my zipper.

  "Six, sir... Please..."

  I bring the belt down again before she has time to ask me to stop.

  "Please..."

  I smack her again, full force this time, and suddenly she's crying, but her hands stay flat on her desk.

  "Please..."

  "Keep counting," I tell her, and bring the belt across the crease where her buttocks join her thighs.

  "Ni...Nine, sir."

  "You left off at six."

  "Oh jeeze, please..." I interrupt her plea with another smack of the belt. She screams and sobs and her hands still stay flat. "Seven, sir."

  I strike again, letting the tip of the belt find the cleft of her cunt. She jumps. "Eight, sir."

  Again, "Nine, sir." Her cheek is on the desk now, her tears running down to puddle on its surface, but her back is arched, presenting her reddened ass for further punishment.

  Again. "Ten, sir." She stops sobbing. She's starting to accept her fate, and her stance has widened unconsciously, presenting her pussy to me. Her crotch is so soaked that strands of her juices are dripping down through her underwear.

  Again. "Eleven, sir." Her voice has a calmness to it now. She's mine, all mine, and my cock twitches as I envision claiming her.

  I raise the belt as high as I can and hold it there a minute as she waits for it, then bring it down full strength. She moans, almost orgasmically. "Twelve, sir."

  Dominating a woman is all about being in control, about being calm in the face of intensity, of whatever kind. The calm, in-control thing to do right now is to go down and pay the cabbie for his waiting time while she waits for me in this position, absorbing the lesson I've just inscribed on her ass, on her soul. I already know that I'm going to have her, not just tonight but over and over again, for months, for years, forever. There's no need to hurry into the direct conquest of her body. I know the signs, I can see the relaxation in her face. She'll wait here for me, for as long as I want her to.

  But while I am calm, I am not in control, and my cock is painfully erect, and it has been a long time, far too long, since I've had a woman like this. Since before Emily in fact, since that wasn't our relationship. I pull her up, push her down to her knees. She’s knows what I want, and her lips are nuzzling my fly immediately. I pull her back by her hair, hard, and she looks up, looking slightly hurt, slightly puzzled…

  “Don’t you want…”

  “Shhhhh…” I put my other forefinger to my lips, holding tight to her hair. “Wait for it.”

  With deliberate slowness I unzip my fly to free my swelling cock. Her eyes go to it, lock on to it and her desire is clear. Reflexively her lips twitch, parting, and she licks them. She wants it. That’s good, I want her to want it. I take it in one hand and tease her with it, running it around her mouth, leaving a glistening strand of seminal fluid to drip from her lower lip. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, in rapture. She pulls against the hand holding her hair, but not too hard. She’s experiencing her new captivity, exploring the feeling of restraint. She’s reliving in her mind all that she’s read in my book and her face says it all. She’s so ready.

  “Mouth open, honey.”

  She complies, holding her lips wide, forming them into a perfect, inviting O of sexual acceptance. I slide my cock into her, reveling in the warm wetness of her tongue. She closes her lips around me and begins to suck, but I tug harshly on her hair to stop her.

  “Just hold it open, honey. Don’t suck.”

  Again she complies, and I see the sudden eroticism of the moment transform her face. She’s completely passive now, a pliant sex toy, uninvolved with giving pleasure, simply being used to provide it. Her breathing quickens, and I can see the pulse pounding fast in her throat.

  “Tongue out, honey.”

  She extends her tongue obediently, points it delicately at the head of my cock as I jerk it back and forth. The head rubs against her tongue, taut to the bursting point. There is a point where my cock gets so hard it seems to lose all sensation, as though it were made of steel and not of flesh. It’s that hard now, and yet the wet rhythm of her tongue still penetrates to the base of my brain, forcing me to thrust my hips forward. She looks up with big, innocent eyes, mutely imploring me to finish on her, to validate her submission and her desirability in the same sticky instant, to let her know her sacrifice has been rewarded.

  I grab her hair again and force my cock deep into her mouth. It is a bestial act, primal, an act of sexual conquest that has no place in a civilized society. I have no illusion that every woman, or even most women, would like the way I am in bed. I have no desire to alter that. I don’t want every woman, or even most women. I want this woman, and I want nothing else.

  The important thing is that she likes it. This interaction is working for her at least as well as it is for me, her nipples are rigidly stiff and the warm, rich scent of feminine musk fills the air.

  “Suck it now, honey.”

  She obliges, and I feel my balls start to contract as I get ready to spill myself into her, onto her. I pump in and out of her lips until I’m ready to burst and then I pull out. She immediately returns to mouth open, tongue extended receptivity, and I’m again jerking myself off on her tongue.

  “Beg for it.”

  She looks up and locks her gaze on mine. “Please come. Sir. Please come on my face.” Her voice is pleading, eager and her lips are brushing the head of my cock with every word. “Please, I need it so bad. I’m a dirty little cocksucker and I need you to mark me.” She pauses to lick my shaft between every sentence. “Please do it. Please make me your slut. Please let me be your whore.”

  “Come on, honey, convince me.”

  Her eyes get big, and she runs her tongue up the underside of my cock. She knows how hot she looks, she knows she can get me off like that.

  “Please, Sir.” Lick.

  “Please I’ll do anything.” Lick.

  “You can fuck me.” Lick.

  “You can take my ass.” Lick.

  “You can have me whenever you want.” Lick.

  “I’ll be so good for you.” Lick.

  “And if I’m not good enough you can punish me.” Lick.

  “I need it so bad, Sir.”

  Lick. “Please!”

  The last please is more a groan, half desire and half frustration, and it’s all I need to hear. I come, bucking my hips forward to cut off her next sentence as I shoot my juice into her mouth. Like a good girl she doesn’t suck, because she hasn’t been told to. She just cups her tongue to catch my sperm as I pump in and out of her mouth, my balls contracting so hard they hurt. The waves of pleasure make it impossible to stand and my knees buckle. My cock comes out of her mouth to jet its last spurts on her face, on her lips, and I sink back into her desk chair. She stays kneeling, my sperm on her outstretched tongue, waiting for permission to swallow. She learns fast, this one.

  “You can swallow,” I tell her, and she does, clearly savouring the taste and texture. Her hair and clothing are in disarray, her face is stained with tears and sperm. What’s left on her face drips down over her blouse. She looks the part of the dirty little tramp. She should. She played it well.

  I lie back, make an inviting gesture, and she moves over to rest her head in my lap. I stroke her hair affectionately, massage my juices into her skin. She looks up at me with the same big eyes as before. Her face is completely relaxed, as though it were her who had just come through a mind shattering orgasm and not me. I am overwhelmed with emotion, the violent passion of seconds ago replaced with tenderness and concern. I recover my breath enough to speak, let my heart rate slow, and contemplate her beauty for a little while. Eventually I ask the question.

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sp; “Would you like me to stay?”

  She laughs. “Of course I would. I don’t want you to go.” She hugs my legs. “Ever.”

  There’s weight in that word. Ever. It’s far too soon for words like that, so she says it lightly, playfully. At the same time, we both understand the connection here. This is a beginning. I give her the cab fare, and a generous tip, send her down to pay the cabbie. She blushes at the instruction, knowing the cabbie will know from her appearance exactly what has happened. I appreciate her ass as she goes out. While she’s gone I move to the couch, take out my laptop and open it, and start to write. The words spill out in an effortless torrent, the story perfect line by line. She comes back, sees me typing and comes to lie down beside me. I move the laptop so she can rest her head on my thigh, watching as my fingers fly over the keys. No words are spoken but we both know the truth. Tonight she has become my muse.

  Au Revoir

  So you’re mine now, honey. You’re my very own personal slut, my well trained sex bitch, and I’m going to put you through your paces now. Are you ready? It doesn’t matter. Do you remember your lessons? Have you been practicing? I certainly hope so.

  Strip.

  Rest.

  Attention.

  Kneel.

  Present.

  Open.

  See how easy it is. Five words and you’re on your knees ready to be fucked. Five words and you’re ready to take my cock just the way I want you to. You picked this book up with no idea where it would take you, but here you are, through the door and down the road, face down and cunt up. You’re mine now, punished and rewarded, trained and restrained. You’re my easy, eager, hot little cunt, with your ass in the air whenever I want you, ready to be fucked in any hole, ready to be used, abused, taken, possessed.

  Yeah, you do it for me, face down, ass up, that’s the way we like to fuck. So do it, fucking do it. Get right down with these words on the floor and your nose on these words. All the way down. Yeah, I love the way I can put you on the floor to be fucked like this. You’re already wet. You’re that fast, that easy for me. Fuck, I love that.

  And now you’re going to crawl for me. Don’t think, just do it, fucking do it. Keep the book on the floor and your nose on the book and crawl. Keep your knees apart, keep your ass up, and yeah, I want your tits touching the ground. Not easy, is it? Keep crawling, I don’t care that it’s not easy. I want it to be hard. I want you to feel the effort, I want you to make the effort. And you’re doing it, because you get it, you understand what I want of you, you understand that you’re getting what you need from me. Because no, honey, you don’t want it easy from me, do you? No, not at all. Legs wider, bitch. Get your cunt open. Do you want the belt? Maybe not, but you need it. You need it hard. You need your ass welted and your cunt whipped. You need to be put in your place, and this is your place. Face down, cunt up, ready to be impaled on my cock.

  Yeah honey, that’s the reason you like me so much, that’s the reason you love me, because I’m not afraid to give you what you need, even when you’re afraid to get it. Yeah I want you. Remember our very first words, way back when the journey began? Yeah, I want you, spread on my bed like a banquet to feed the hunger of my lust and quench the thirst of my desire. I want you because fill me, you fulfill me. I want you because you’re the most desirable woman I can imagine. I want you because you’ve passed every one of the tests I’ve thrown at you, and you’re still ready, still eager, still desperate for more. Yeah, I want you, and oh yes, honey, I’m going to have you right now, just take you, just make you do exactly everything you want so much for me to make you do.

  You know what to say.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Out loud.

  “Yes sir, you can have me, any time, any place, any way, and every way.”

  Like you mean it.

  “Yes sir, you can take me, and I will take it, take it all, take everything.”

  Convince me.

  “Yes sir, I’m yours, I’m all yours and only yours.”

  Yes, honey. Your body responds to those words, your body responds to me. Your pulse is speeding up, and you can feel your body start to tense. You can feel me here with you, watching you, so close you can almost reach out and touch me. Your lips are begging to be kissed, aching for it. Your skin is getting sensitized, begging to be touched, anywhere and everywhere. You need my hands on you, you need your hands on me. Breathe deep, honey. Breathe deep and inhale my scent, rich and powerful. Your tongue is longing to taste me, to explore my skin. You can feel your breasts swelling in anticipation, there beneath you, pressed against the floor. You can feel your cunt getting wet as your clit stiffens, held up high and presented for whatever I want. Your body knows what it needs, honey, and what it needs is me. You need me on top of you and in between your long, hot legs. You need me inside you, deep, deep inside.

  Yeah, you want me. Think about your cervix, honey, that secret spot, the gateway to your womb, the most feminine part of your anatomy. Concentrate on it, feel it throbbing, deep inside. Your cervix has a mission, honey, and that’s to kiss the head of my cock, kiss it long and deep and hard. Your cunt longs to be stretched around my cock, forced open and fucked the way it was meant to be fucked. We don’t need anything complex here, honey. We don’t need the rope, the belt, the riding crop. We don’t need the erotic amplification of anal sex or oral sex or lingerie or leather. This is an old, old recipe, shake and bake simple, honey. Add cream to eggs and heat to boiling, stir with a steady, pumping motion, serves two. You’re my appetizer and my main course and you’re my rich and creamy, hot and steamy, sinfully decadent dream dessert. Cock rigid, cunt wet, in and out and in and out and in and out.

  Say it honey. “Please, sir, fuck me hard.”

  “Please sir, fuck me deep.”

  “Please sir, fuck me like a bad girl, like a good girl, like a woman, like a slut. Please sir, take me, break me, just make me yours.”

  Yeah, you’re mine. You’re my everything, honey, and I need to be inside you so much right now it hurts. I long to consume you, ignite you, immolate you. I want to die screaming in the fire of your passion, I want to have you surround me, surround my cock with your cunt and wrap your long, lean legs around my hips and your arms around my back and pull me into you, just drown me in the whirlpool of your pussy. I want your full, ripe tits in my hands as I drive my cock into you over and over and over. I want you to take it for me honey, I want you to be there, spread and wet and open and I want you to beg with your beautiful lips for me to do it harder, do it faster, do it deeper.

  Say it honey. “Harder, faster, deeper.”

  Say it honey. “Take me, make me, fuck me, fill me.”

  See it in my eyes, honey, see the need there. Look to the door, the door I could come in through any second. See me there in your mind, see my desire in my eyes and the huge bulge in my pants. Four quick strides to get to you, to push you down and mount you, to tear my way through whatever is in my way and then, oh yes, and then my rigid cock comes free, your ass coming up and open and that first beautiful touch of cock and cunt, pushing into your wetness, claiming your most intimate territory, while you gasp and groan and push your hips back to open yourself more, to get it deeper inside you. Feel your womb contract and throb at that penetration, that violation, that consummation. Feel your nipples swell and harden, feel your clit explode. And I care about none of that, honey, because my whole world, my universe is your cunt.

  Fuck yes, honey. Deep, deep inside. Feel your hips start to move in response, feel yourself open up for me, feel your clit get harder still. Yeah, you can rub it, honey. You can stroke it, because I love the way you wiggle when you do. I love the way you gasp and sigh and the way the pleasure zips through your body. I love the way you get wet and wetter, sluttier, dirtier. I love the way your voice drops, I love the way it tenses up.

  “Please, please fuck me.” Say it honey.

  “Please, please fuck me hard and deep and fast.”

  And yes, honey
, yes I will. My balls are swelling, heavy laden with your special present, ready to be injected right into your very center, right into your core.

  “Please, please fuck me.”

  “Please, please come inside me, right inside me, deep inside me.”

  “Please, please fuck me, fill me, finish me.”

  Yeah, honey, what I need right now is you and any second you’re going to get it, get that lake of hot white sperm flooding in and up and over. That’s the image that’s driving me now, forcing the blood down into my cock, making it steel hard and fucking huge. That’s the image that’s forcing me to fuck it into you, over and over and over. I love the smack of my pelvis on your ass, the feel of your stiffly presented clit against me there. It’s wild and raw, honey. It’s what has to happen, the logical conclusion and there is nothing in this world that’s going to stop me now. Nothing. I’m going to ride you hard and put you away wet. Very, very, wet.

  Yeah, honey, you’re so feminine at that moment, that ultimate moment when I unload into you. You’re so fucking hot, the quintessential woman, slut, bitch, queen, witch, you’re everything. And there’s just one thing I need in this world right now, one thing I need to finish inside you, pump my balls into your willing open cunt until, and that is to see you come beneath me, feel you give it all up, hear you fucking scream for me. So do it, fucking do it. Do it for me, honey. Do it hard and deep and fast, fucking come for me. Do it, fucking do it.

  Do it right. Do it right now.

  Now!

  And do you know what I love more than anything, honey? I love that long, long moment after I’ve spent myself inside you, that long, long moment while you’re still shuddering through your own climax, crying out, crying, overwhelmed by the experience. I love being inside you then, staying inside you, feeling your body tense and release, tense and release. Fuck, that’s beautiful, fuck, you’re beautiful. And all I want at this moment is your skin next to me, to kiss you, to hold you, to reach down and feel where we’re still connected by my erection. I want you to breathe deep and come down with me, stay awhile in this little secret spot we share. We have so little time together, honey. Every moment is precious. Let me hold you, honey, let me keep you close and safe.