by Zoe Blake
“Oh, god, Richard!”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
“Were you a bad girl today?” My finger dipped inside her panties and slid along the seam.
Elizabeth moaned and bucked in my arms.
“Answer me. Were you a bad girl?”
Her beautiful evergreen eyes shone with sparks of gold as she tried to focus past her rising lust.
Leaning in, I gently bit her soft earlobe as I palmed one perfect breast through her sweater, pleased to see my jewelry gift pinned just above her heart. “Say it. Say you were a bad girl.”
Nuzzling her head under my jaw, she inhaled deeply before whispering, “I was a bad girl.”
Placing a hand under her chin, I turned her face to mine. She looked like a little girl about to be punished… probably because that was precisely what was about to happen.
“Again.”
“I was a bad girl,” she repeated, slightly louder.
“Again,” I demanded. I loved hearing the kinky phrase coming from those innocent lips.
“I was a bad girl. A very bad girl,” she purred as her hand slipped inside my jacket to rub against my chest.
“Beg me to punish you.”
Her eyes lowered.
“Elizabeth,” I warned.
Shifting against me, her hip ground against my painfully hard cock.
“Please punish me,” she murmured soft and low.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Don’t make me say it again.”
My only response was a raised eyebrow and stern look.
“Please punish me.” Her lower lip jutted out in a pout. In another woman it would have been a practiced seductive move but not with my Elizabeth. She was guileless and beautiful in this moment.
Giving her one last kiss, I waited till she was pliant in my arms before grabbing her by the back of the neck and forcing her face down over my lap.
“Richard! Wait!”
Having already unzipped her jeans, they easily slipped low on her hips. Pushing my hand against her lower back, I ripped them down till just above her knees, locking her legs.
“Richard! Stop! This isn’t funny anymore!” Her cries were muffled as she tried to push her mass of golden-chestnut curls out of her face.
“It never was.”
Raising my arm, I leveled the first strike with the flat of my palm on her naked left cheek.
Elizabeth howled as her back arched.
My strike was quickly followed by another and another, alternating between each vulnerable cheek. This would not be the playful sexual spanking I had given her inside that private garden a few nights ago. No. It was time to teach my little one who was in charge.
Each delicate globe bounced and shook as her skin began to blush and bloom a deep crimson.
“Stop! Stop!” Her fingers clawed at the leather car seats as she tried to twist her hips off my lap.
With my arm pressed against her shoulders and her legs tangled in her own jeans, she wasn’t going anywhere.
My palm began to itch and burn from the contact with her skin. I relished the feeling. Savored it. My girl’s first real spanking, one of many. Since I usually preferred to use my belt, I needed this skin on skin punishment to make an impression. Pausing in my ministrations, I rubbed her ass, knowing it would increase her pain and discomfort to have the tight, swollen skin touched.
Her sobs had diminished to soft cries and whimpers by the time I was finished.
“Remember what I told you about pleasure following pain.”
Her face was buried in her hands as she pressed it against the seat.
I gave her a single spank on her now bright red ass cheek.
“Ow! Please! Stop!”
“Then be a good girl and answer me.”
“Yes! Yes! I remember.”
Sliding my right hand between her shoulder blades and down her back, I dipped one finger inside her ass crack.
Elizabeth hissed, then held very still.
My hand continued till I found her wet heat. Pushing two fingers inside her primed pussy, I lifted my hand up to her face.
“Open your mouth.”
Her eyes pleaded with me as she whimpered.
“Open it,” I growled.
Her lower lip trembled as she obeyed. I pushed my cream-coated fingers deep inside. Her shoulders hunched as she choked and gagged.
“Lick my fingers.” Taking pity on her, I pulled them back slightly, allowing her tongue to sweep around and between them. I needed her to not just acknowledge but literally taste the evidence of her own arousal. She may damn and curse me during the punishment but her body betrayed her.
Pushing a third finger into her mouth, I kept her restrained as my left hand once more palmed her pussy. Rubbing between her legs a few times, I finally dipped two fingers inside her tight body.
Clenching my teeth, I stifled my own groan of approval. Christ, she was tight. My cock jumped against her stomach. She was too tight. As much as I wanted to plow into her till I saw her eyes glaze over with painful desire, I didn’t want her to tear. It was essential I prepare her body before my full assault.
Pumping my two fingers in and out, I added a third.
Taking my fingers out of her mouth, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Raise your ass up.”
“Richard, please. This is… please… I can’t… don’t make me like this.”
“We are far too deep in the game now, baby. Raise your ass up.”
Pushing up on her knees, she shimmied her ass up higher. I missed the pressure on my cock, but it was worth it to get better access to her holes. Pushing her ass high, she arched her back beautifully as her hair slipped over her shoulders and cascaded down over her body. The only thing that would make it more perfect was if I had removed her sweater so I could see her creamy white skin but I didn’t trust myself not to violently thrust into her body if she was completely exposed and vulnerable to me.
I ached to fill her body with my darkness but I knew the challenge of anticipation would make it all the more consuming when I did.
Pushing my three fingers inside of her, I added a fourth. With her cry, I once more pushed my hand into her mouth. I wanted her to feel restrained, overwhelmed by the power of my hold. I wanted her to feel the humiliation of having my hand deep in her mouth, as I speared her body with my other hand.
Still there was more humiliation to come.
Twisting my hand, I pressed deeper into her body, gaping her pussy as my thumb circled and teased her asshole.
Elizabeth bucked and tried to speak around my hand as her eyes pleaded.
Pressing past her resistance, I pushed my hand deep into her pussy just past the knuckles. I knew it would be painful as her sensitive inner muscles would be stretched and strained to accept my fist. The deeper I pushed the more my thumb teased her dark hole, pressing past the tightened, ridged skin to feel her dark warmth.
Elizabeth gagged on my fingers as she tried to scream from the intrusion into her ass. She was a virgin here; I was certain from her alarmed response. Good. It made me all the more determined to fuck her ass, knowing it would be mine and mine alone from the start.
Pushing my thumb in deep, I flicked the tips of my fingers inside her body in a fast-paced steady rhythm.
She bit down on my fingers as an orgasm racked her body in wave after wave.
Afterwards, I allowed her to dress. Sending me a pouting look, she solemnly shifted to squeeze her body into the farthest, tightest corner of the backseat. After instructing Harris, we rode in silence until my car pulled up in front of her building. Grabbing her messenger bag, Elizabeth opened the door before we even came to a full stop and jumped out before slamming it behind her.
I rolled down the window as I watched her stalk toward her door.
“Elizabeth.”
She stopped but didn’t turn around.
“I am your new reality. Things will go far better for you if
you just accept your fate.”
There was a pause before she quickly nodded and without looking back ran into the building.
Sighing, I realized I may have to start limiting her freedom sooner than I planned. Well, it wouldn’t be a worthy game if there weren’t unexpected obstacles to winning.
And I would win.
Chapter 14
Lizzie
“Girl, did you hear what happened to Professor Hands today?”
Jane came bursting into our flat. Tossing her backpack on the counter, she bounded over to me and bounced down onto the sofa.
“It was epic! Apparently, some rich bloke showed up and dismissed the class. Everyone’s saying there was a big fight and Hands just announced he’s leaving the school effectively immediately.”
Curled up under my faded yellow blanket with the blue butterflies, I buried my head in my knees.
“What is wrong with you? This is good news. You won’t have to spend half the year dodging his grabby hands like I did last year. You’re lucky.”
Jane walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the open bottle of cheap white wine we had inside the fridge. Opening the cupboard, she called over her shoulder, “You want some?”
“Yes,” came my muffled reply.
Selecting two mugs—we didn’t have the money for wineglasses—she came back to the sofa.
After taking a long, cool gulp of the acidic liquid, I blurted out, “It was Richard.”
“What?”
“Richard. It was Richard.”
“Who was Richard?”
“The rich bloke who burst into Handleson’s class today.”
Her eyes widened as she hopped up and then sat back down cross-legged across from me.
“Tell me everything!”
Since I was ushered out the door before the real altercation, I couldn’t tell her much—besides the fact that Richard showed up unexpectedly and was absolutely livid to see my teacher’s hand practically on my ass.
“I heard there was shattered glass everywhere.”
I nodded. “I did hear the sound of breaking glass as I was leaving but I don’t think it was that big of a fight.”
Richard didn’t look a bit disheveled when he came out of the school and I did get a chance to notice that his knuckles weren’t even bruised or bloodied as I looked down to see him holding my phone.
“It makes sense. Richard is like twice the size of Hands. He’d probably have hospitalized him if there had been a real fight. Do you think he forced Hands to leave the school?”
I nodded glumly. “He wants me to leave too.”
“Wait… what?”
I shrugged in response as I finished my mug of wine and reached for more.
“You can’t be serious. He didn’t seriously ask you to leave school?”
Refusing to relive the details of my humiliation with Jane, I grimaced. “Let’s just say he made his point very clear.”
I shifted in my seat. My ass was still sore, as well as my pride. The man had spanked me. Spanked me. And not the fun and kinky spanking from the other night, but a real honest to god spanking. My cheeks burned with the memory of it. To be dragged across his powerful lap like an errant child, as he spanked me after making me say I was a bad girl.
Traitorously, I felt a rush of warmth between my thighs. This was insane. How could I possibly find any of this attractive or arousing? It was abuse. Pure and simple. Fuck his little games. I was done.
Jane reached for the distinctive sage green jewelry box laying discarded on the coffee table; inside was an exquisite brooch by Van Cleef & Arpels.
Opening the box, she exclaimed as she carefully lifted the high jewelry pin from where it was nestled in black silk.
It really was a masterpiece. I knew from being an avid Vogue and Bazaar reader since I was a teenager that Van Cleef & Arpels were know for a unique jewelry style called the Mystery set, where they set countless emeralds, sapphires and rubies without any visible prongs. I watched as Jane admired the piece, twisting it in the light. It was the size of my palm. A gorgeous cobalt blue and purple bird with a diamond-encrusted plume.
“Holy shit, Lizzie.”
“I know!”
“Holy shit, Lizzie!”
“I know!”
“He gave this to you?”
I shook my head as I wrapped the blanket more securely over my shoulders. “I found it in my messenger bag. He must have slipped it in there.”
That wasn’t the only thing he slipped in.
The shock still hadn’t worn off. Did I really come after having someone shove a finger up my ass? This was all too much. At first it was fun thinking of myself as this femme fatale on par with the international coquettes he probably dated. I embraced his games and allowed myself to drift way way way out of my comfort zone with his sexual exploits, but now I couldn’t help feeling as though I was in way way way over my head.
He was too much. Too intense. Too controlling. Too toxic.
Reaching for the wine, I took another gulp. It was stale with a harsh aftertaste but I didn’t care. I needed to numb myself. Needed to bring things back to zero after so many overwhelming emotions with Richard.
The man made me feel like the most beautiful treasured woman in the world one minute and like a whore the next. He was driving me crazy. I didn’t know my own mind… but worse, I no longer knew my own body.
“I need to break it off with him,” I blurted out.
“Are you insane? You don’t break it off with a man who gives you bespoke jewelry!”
“You don’t understand. He’s starting to scare me a bit.”
“In what way?”
“I don’t know. He’s like really into me. He’s becoming very possessive and overprotective.”
Jane threw a hand to her forehead and fell back dramatically. “Oh, cruel world! Please save me from this super rich man who is obsessed with me! Oh, cruel fate!”
Reaching for a blue throw pillow, I tossed it at her as I couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop it. It’s not like that.”
“Don’t you think you’re being a little judge-y? You’ve only been on a couple dates, and beside, you probably misunderstood what he said about school. He probably wanted you to drop Handleson’s class, not out of school.”
Biting my lip, I stared at the brooch on the table. Had I overreacted?
“Besides, it’s not exactly a stretch to think a guy wouldn’t want his girlfriend stuck in a class with a professor who likes to play grab ass.”
I had to admit she made a good point. Still, Richard wasn’t one to mince words. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind he actually expected me to drop out of school.
Jane rose and headed back into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she dipped down and inspected the contents. “We have an unopened bottle of margarita mix or two pints of Guinness.”
Jumping up, I met her in the kitchen and pulled a bottle of tequila out from under the sink. “Margaritas definitely.”
Since we didn’t have a blender, we had to make do with dumping out some of the mix and filling the bottle back up to the top with tequila and giving it a good shake. Pouring two fresh mugs full, we returned to the sofa.
“Don’t let me get too drunk. I have a shift at the pub later and then I’m staying over at Greg’s.”
Picking up the brooch, I held it up to the light. As I did, I could hear Coco and Dior chirping from inside my bedroom. It’s funny how he seemed to know I liked birds. I can’t remember ever telling him. Probably not. It probably had more to do with his nickname for me, his little bird.
The citrus sour of the margarita caused my mouth to pucker as I took another sip. “Let’s change the subject.”
I didn’t want to talk or think about Richard right now. I needed distance. Time to figure out what my true feelings were without having to try to think it through while my body still hummed from his touch.
It was enthralling really. How he seemed to have this dark energy about him. A dark roman
ticism. It pulled me in, entranced me. There was just something about him that made me desperately want to ignore all the warning flags and just close my eyes and jump. The question was, would he be there to catch me or would I just keep falling deep into an abyss?
“In all the excitement, I almost forgot. Look what I found!” Jane dragged her backpack closer and pulled a wrinkled piece of blue copy paper from the front pocket. Handing it to me, she poured us both more margarita.
Looking down, I saw it was a flyer announcing auditions for a play.
“They are hoping to put it on at the Barbican if they get a big enough producer interested.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really?” Looking the flyer over, the first thing I noticed was the phrase, ‘A Victorian Play.’
“It’s a period piece?” My interest was growing. To be honest, my primary goal as an actress was to act in period pieces. My dream job would be on mini-series on the BBC like Downtown Abbey or a remake of Pride and Prejudice. I could just imagine the sets and beautiful dresses. It would almost be like going back to live in the era, which of course was impossible but still a girl could dream.
Grabbing the flyer from my hand, Jane read, “The Lady Protests, a Victorian wife suspects her new husband is trying to poison her for her fortune.” Jane nodded. “Classic. What do you think? Should we audition? I bet you’d be great for the parlor maid.”
“You really think I could get the part of the parlor maid?” I asked, intrigued.
Jane nodded. “You’re a certainty. You have that natural untouched beauty they like for these things. I’m going for the lead. Do you think I should cover my short hair with a wig for the audition?”
For the next hour or so, thoughts of Richard receded as we chatted about auditioning and whether we would need a monologue or if they would have us read from the play. It actually felt good to give my heated mind something else to focus on but inevitably thoughts of him crept back in.