by Piper Stone
As he approached, I felt his heated gaze and was shocked how explosive a single slice of the implement across my tummy could feel.
“Pain and pleasure,” he finally said, obviously proud of himself. Happy. What kind of monster longed to inflict anguish on anyone?
“Monster,” I huffed before I could stop myself.
His growl sent another shower of tingles dancing in a stimulating wave of sensations, the electricity soaring. “I’ve been called many things, Valentina. None of which bother me. In fact, I take pride in the fact so many are terrified any time I walk into the room.”
My God. He took glory in being feared, in people cowering at his presence. What kind of man presented himself that way? I dared to lock eyes with his as he trailed the crop along my tummy, moving ever so slowly to my thigh before walking all the way around me, the leather never leaving my skin.
“I suggest you quickly learn your place, Valentina, or this episode is going to be extremely painful.” While his words were frank, there was still a strong sound of desire within them, as if he was going to eat me alive.
“What place is that? Sir?” I spit out as he continued his trail, sliding the damn thing up along my shoulders then down my spine, tapping first one buttock then the other.
“Subservient.”
There were so many nasty things I wanted to say but I kept my mouth shut, closing my eyes as he brushed the leather along the back of my thighs, shifting from side to side. I wasn’t prepared for the quick snap of his wrist not once but twice as he slapped the crop from one leg to the other. The moment of anguish was biting, stealing my breath.
“Oh...” I was shocked as my body lurched forward involuntarily, the chains rattling.
“As I told you earlier, the sweetest moment of ecstasy comes from an intense heightening of agony. Are you ready to learn more?”
His voice seemed to echo just like his footsteps had done, as if none of this was real. But I answered appropriately. “Yes, sir.”
“Mmm...” he breathed before repeated his actions, only this time snapping the crop three times against both thighs.
I bit back a cry, tears forming in my eyes, but not from any level of pain. They flowed from the humiliation and powerlessness I felt, punished for sins I hadn’t committed.
And for the fact I was elated on some level, my nipples aching to feel the sting of the thin leather. He didn’t coddle me, his strangled breathing quickening as he smacked my bottom several times, the whooshing sound startling every time. When he moved the end between my legs, lightly tapping my pussy, I finally couldn’t hold back a whimper any longer.
I jerked forward, a trickle of real fear shooting through me.
“Relax, sweet Valentina,” he instructed, as if I knew how to do that. “Now, are you going to tell me why you were taking pictures of the members of my club?”
I gritted my teeth, refusing to give in. He wasn’t going to get anything out of me. I hadn’t realized I’d shaken my head until he fisted my hair, yanking with enough force I hissed.
“You’re going to pay for your insolence and your lies. The severity will depend entirely on you. I’ll ask you one more time. Why were you taking pictures of my customers?”
“I was fascinated. Okay? That’s all.” The lie was ridiculous but what the hell was I supposed to say?
When he snapped the crop against my swollen folds four times in succession, I opened my mouth to scream, but there was no sound. He kept his hold on my hair as he leaned forward, whispering into my ear, “Not good enough. We’ll try again later. You’re going to learn that making me your enemy won’t bode well for you.”
When he released his hold on my hair, I hung my head, taking swallow breaths.
The heavy thudding of his shoes as he slowly walked around me in a wide arc thrummed in distinct vibrations in my arms and legs, butterflies crawling in my tummy. The anticipation of what he was going to do next was worse than the tremors of pain.
Using a single finger, he lifted my chin, shaking his head oh-so slowly. “Such a bad little girl. I would have thought a woman of your intelligence would know better. So be it, Valentina. I can only maintain my patience but so long.” He raked the edge of the crop along my neck, sliding it between my breasts. “Pain will become your friend.”
This time, I didn’t hear the snap of his wrist before a bolt of pure anguish jetted through me, stealing my breath. My nipples immediately screamed out from the direct snap of leather against one then the other. But there was more. My God, I was wetter than ever, my pussy juice trickling down the insides of my legs. This was insane. How could I be so aroused? The scent of my feminine wiles wasn’t lost on the asshole.
Gregory took a deep breath, dragging his tongue across his lips as he closed his eyes. What a pig. What a horrible monster to enjoy something like this. His upper lip curling, he traced my nipples with the crop, taking his sweet time, then smacked them both two more times.
I was able to hold back a cry, still struggling to keep my breathing even and tears from forming.
He cupped my breast with one hand, kneading my tender flesh then squeezing as he lowered his head. I turned my face away, refusing to look even as I felt the warmth of his tongue, the tip swirling around my hardened bud. I was even more aroused, my pussy muscles clenching.
“Are you wet for me, little girl?” he asked then slathered his tongue before wrapping his voluptuous lips around my nipple, sucking in an exaggerated fashion.
I wasn’t going to answer him, to indulge whatever sick fantasies he had. Fuck, no.
He savored the moment then gave me a harsh glare. “When I ask you a question, you’re going to answer me.”
The man was such an utter prick. I pursed my mouth, refusing to blink or even move.
“Tsk. Tsk.” He shook his head then tapped my pussy lips with the crop several times. While the pain wasn’t significant, the stinging sensations were just enough to keep my legs twitching, my body jerking forward. “If you’re a very good girl, you’re going to learn that true bliss can be achieved, a sublime level of nirvana that few ever experience.”
I wasn’t going to bother asking about if I wasn’t obedient.
Gregory tapped my pussy harder before slipping the leather between my folds, rubbing up and down.
“Oh. Oh... My...” I was shot into the stratosphere of instant pleasure, clenching then opening my hands as the intense pleasure caught me off guard.
Another volley of dark chuckles erupted from his throat as he continued masturbating me, digging the leather as he shifted it up and down in a savage manner.
I strained in my shackles, trying desperately to get more. A wave of embarrassment tried to enter my rational mind, attempting to shut down the excitement but it became impossible.
When he smacked my pussy several more times, one strike coming after the other, I strained even harder, my eyes opening wide as my muscles convulsed.
“Yes, I can tell you enjoy both sides of the darkness.” His voice seemed to float all around me, dragging me further into whatever sick game he was playing.
I suddenly didn’t care, my desires breaking through my own personal chains, almost forcing me to beg for more.
Once again, he slid the crop up and down the length of my pussy, shoving it between my folds until the friction tossed me into the stratosphere. Every cell and tissue was over-sensitized, my entire world turned upside down as a climax rushed into my system. There was no way I could stop it and in truth, I didn’t want to. I bucked and struggled, unable to stop a series of moans.
He smacked me four more times before returning to his task of providing pleasure. Even though a haze had formed around my eyes, I could tell his never left me, his chest heaving as he watched. When the single orgasm turned into an incredible wave, thrashing into me like a raging storm, I could no longer hold back the scream.
Only when the climax began to die down did he remove the crop, inching dangerously close. “You will never be allowed to come again until I gi
ve you permission. Understood?”
“Yes... sir.” I was shocked I answered right away, as if I was buying into this... absurd... crap.
“Open your mouth for me. Stick out your tongue.”
His command seemed natural and I did as I was told, blinking several times in an effort to focus.
“Good girl. You can be trained. Enjoy the taste of your freedom because this is your last.” As he rolled the crop back and forth across my tongue, the combined taste of leather and my cum was filthy and delicious, disgusting and amazing.
I felt sick inside but couldn’t stop, flicking my tongue in an effort to lick up every drop.
Gregory seemed pleased, giving me a slight nod before walking away, heading once again for the table of implements.
I couldn’t stand the wait or the fucking anticipation even as I continued to tingle all over. I closed my eyes, stretching and yanking at my bindings, biting back a whimper from the sounds of the metal alone. Even with the concentration, a wave of fear trickled into me, but I hadn’t heard his approach and was shocked as he brushed his fingers from one nipple to the other, pinching and twisting.
“Now, I’m going to spank you.” His statement seemed cathartic, a promise made and nothing more.
I merely held my breath, barely able to notice the strap in his hand. Even as the first strike fell against my bottom, I was still in a wondrous blur, my heart thumping. But as he slapped the strap against me several more times, I was awakened to the harshness of the punishment he was doling out.
The pain became blinding, heat rising from the tips of my toes, shooting all the way to my fingertips.
“Oh, God. Oh. Oh. Oh.” I wasn’t even certain I’d cried out, the sound unlike me.
He rubbed his hand from one side of my bottom to the other then slid his finger down the crack of my ass. I clenched my ass cheeks involuntarily, rewarded with four hard cracks along my upper thighs.
“None of that or we’ll start over,” he warned, once again sliding his fingertip along the cleft of my ass, shifting his finger into my pussy. When he thrust several times, I was reminded of just how much control he had over me.
“Yes, sir.”
Another series of hard cracks was sliced against my bottom, each strike harder than the one before. He seemed to take great pride in where every slap of the strap landed, even taking time to stand back as if admiring his work.
I struggled with the anguish even as my pussy muscles clamped down as if longing for another momentary invasion. Panting, I swung my head from side to side, now crazy for savoring the sound of the chains, the tiny squeak of leather as it strained against my pull.
“You will learn to be such a very good girl for me. Won’t you, Valentina?”
“Um... Yes. Yes. Sir.”
When he started again, snapping the strap over and over again, I allowed myself to fall away, accepting the punishment. I was completely unaware when it was over but as he caressed my bottom, sliding several fingers into my aching pussy, I lolled my head, enjoying the round of pleasure.
Even as guilt bit into me.
Even as a portion of my brain realized I couldn’t fall for his bullshit.
Even if I hungered for more.
He pressed his lips against my shoulder. “Now, the fun begins.”
There were no words to express the way my body felt as he slowly lowered the lever, releasing me from the shackles. I was so alive, white-hot heat skipping through every cell and muscle as if I was on fire. I couldn’t feel my legs as he gently guided me into his arms, cradling me as if I needed safety and comfort.
I was cognizant when he lifted my head, brushing the hair from my face.
“Look at me, Valentina,” he commanded, his tone rippling with a husky vibe, skipping another round of vibrations along the back of my body.
I did as I was told, trying to maintain even breaths as I stared into his eyes. I could swear for a few precious and beautiful seconds that I could see straight into his soul.
“I can’t wait to strip you of your internal chains, to take you as mine.” He dragged me closer to some other apparatus, bending me over until my tummy was pressed against smooth wood.
The feeling was beautiful, calming in several ways. I was once against strapped down, my bottom high in the air. I was trying to figure out what he was doing.
Then I knew.
He was fulfilling his promise to fuck me, only the act wasn’t about romance or even heightened lust. It was about forcing me to surrender. Whimpering, I tried to twist my head in order to see what he was doing, only catching a glimpse of his long legs as he moved behind me. I was so vulnerable, wide open in every way. A crippling wave of fear rushed into me, yet a dark craving also surfaced, quieting the anxiety.
No man had ever taken me in such a brutal manner, keeping me restrained while he did what he wanted.
Punishing me.
Pleasuring me.
Fucking me.
As foggy as my mind had become, I tried desperately to pay attention even as I felt his hands prying my bottom apart. Another round of whimpers slipped from my lips, a clear indication of how the inner girl felt.
I wasn’t daring or kinky. I didn’t crave the dark kind of eroticism that he assumed I did.
Or did I?
I had no answers, only a hard realization that this could change me forever.
The second I felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down, teasing my aching folds, I sucked in my breath.
“I can’t wait to be inside your tight little pussy.” Gregory wasted no time nor was there any foreplay. He simply slipped his cock inside, pushing past my aching muscles then driving his shaft deeper.
“Oh...” The single word was all I could manage as my tight channel struggled to accept his thickness, his cock filling me completely. It had been so long since a man had touched me and I was shocked at the dazzling sensations, the way my muscles clamped immediately, pulling him in even further.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” I heard his gravelly sounds, his guttural breathing as he pulled out then thrust inside again. And again. Every time he plunged, he pushed me to another plateau, driving my mind to a point of no return.
I tried desperately to think about anything else; my career, the assignment, and the fact that he wasn’t a good man. But the lines had been blurred, the deliciousness of something so sinful shoving hard against my real world.
No. No. No. No!
I couldn’t allow this to happen. I couldn’t enjoy something so nasty and disgusting.
And amazing...
I shoved aside the woman clawing at the surface, shutting down my mind. I could get through this.
“So tight. So damn wet.” His murmurs were almost inaudible, but I couldn’t care less what he had to say.
He gripped my hips, his fingers digging in as he fucked me, driving long and hard, his actions becoming even more brutal.
I had no way of knowing how much time had gone by. I’d lost all ability to think clearly, only able to concentrate on the noise of the creaking bench and his animalistic sounds. Everything about this was so wrong, but for a few beautiful moments I felt free.
“Yes. Oh, fuck...” His words became more guttural, his breathing heavy and I knew he was close to coming.
Even though I was revolted by the thought of the asshole filling me with his seed, I knew there was no way to stop it. At that point, I knew it had to be over. I had to regain my sanity, or I would be lost to this, and to the man forever.
As I clamped down my muscles, I heard his intense roar.
So dominant.
So dangerous.
So savage.
I could only pray I wouldn’t become lost.
When it was over, I could tell he’d stepped away, could hear the rustle of clothing. I took shallow breaths, completely lightheaded and a sickness pooling in my stomach as reality finally came back.
The asshole would pay for attempting to break me down. I would stop at nothing to have him arr
ested and enjoy every minute of seeing his ass tossed into jail.
When he walked away from me completely, a whine formed in my throat. He wouldn’t dare leave me here. Would he? No way. He wasn’t that kind of a cruel bastard. At least I prayed to God I was right.
I was able to see he’d moved back to the damn cabinet, searching the interior. What more could he do to me? What other form of humiliation would I be forced to endure? I strained in order to see what he was doing. When he turned around, I bit back a moan from seeing what he held in his hand.
A butt plug.
Oh, no fucking way. There was no way he was going to make me wear the damn thing.
As he grabbed what looked like a tube of something and walked forward, I fought as hard as possible to free myself from the bench.
“As I told you before, you need extensive training. This will help.” He said the words in such a matter-of-fact way that my anger rolled into my system all over again. I was nothing but some kind of subject to him. Just a pet.
The horror of what he was about to do made me clench my bottom in some crazy effort to keep him from fulfilling the act.
Gregory tapped on my ass cheek with an angry growl. “I suggest you relax, Valentina, or this will be quite painful.”
“Don’t. I’ve... I’ve never worn one.”
His chuckle pissed me off even more. “There’s always a first time. You will get used to it. Now, breathe for me.”
The moment I felt the cold slather of some lubricant, I finally lost my battle against the tears, several falling, drifting toward the floor as if in slow motion. This was crazy. This was...
Pressure. The way my ass muscles strained to accept the nasty rubber invasion was sick. Horrible. I couldn’t believe this kind of thing was done to another human. I was a good girl. I didn’t deserve this. No!
Pain.
Friction.
Anger.
So many emotions and sensations erupted from deep within, propelling me to something I hadn’t experienced before. Coldness. Blackness. I wasn’t the highly trained law enforcement officer. I’d fully immersed myself into the world of Valentina Foster.
The only difference in the identity that I’d accepted was that in my new world, Valentina was a trained killer. And she would find a way to make good on her training.