by Adom Sample
I could feel her pussy twitching with each twist of my tongue, and it was magnificent. I had her now. Nothing could control the shaking of her legs, not even me as she struggled to stay standing. Her knees were about to give way. No devil in hell could deter the sensation she was feeling, nor would I allow it to end. I hoisted her up on my shoulders and slammed her up against the wall to finish the deed.
“Oh, Master,” she moaned, before unleashing an orgasm fit for the gods. I did my duty well and now it was time for her to do hers. After the initial body quivers that accompanied a climax of that magnitude, I threw her to the floor and commanded her to kneel. She knew what to do. The collar and leash were already there. Without me having to instruct her, she placed the collar around her neck and waited to be penetrated. Such soft and flawless skin didn’t deserve to go to waste, and this white porcelain doll would feel every inch of the whip.
“Choose!” I demanded of her, brandishing several whips of different size, shape, and sharpness.
“Must I?”
“Yes, sub! You must.” She pointed to the smallest of them, a brown suede cattail whip that wouldn’t even begin to do her skin justice.
“Am I not your master? Am I not a kind and merciful master?”
“Yes, you are,” she whimpered.
“Then why would you insult me with such a choice?”
“But—”
“Why would you insult me with such a choice, Valentina? Do you not trust your master?”
“Yes, Sir. I trust you.”
“Then choose again!”
She pointed to a choice I expected of her: the black leather horsewhip with my custom design of metal hooks on the tips. For now, I would show her mercy. I would remove the hooks this once, even though it would take away from my pleasure.
“Who is your master?” I hissed as I brought down the whip.
“You!”
“You—what?”
“You are my master!”
“Do you wish to feel the whip on your soft white skin?”
“Yes, Master!” I pulled on the leash and continued to whip her. My little sub screamed in pain, but I knew those shouts were of pleasure. The pleasure she felt from being dominated, commanded, and told what to do. This was what she craved, as did most women, no matter how much they denied it. She begged for the whip as I laughed and yanked on the leash, choking her.
“Fuck me, Master!” she screamed.
“I’m the one giving the commands, Valentina, and I will fuck you when I say you are ready to receive me.” I brought down the whip more furiously than before.
“Please, Master!” she begged. I chuckled before I tossed the whip aside and ripped off my clothes. She looked back slightly as I dragged her by the leash and slammed her face-first into the wall.
“You want your master’s cock?”
“Yes, Sir,” she pleaded. No reason to stall at this point . . . I spread her legs and inserted my long, hard thickness into her. She moaned in pleasure.
“You are mine, Valentina!” I reminded her as I thrust my manhood deep into her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she whispered through her laments.
“Yes, Valentina, I am your God, your master, your everything.” She squirted on my cock and balls, forcing me to pull out. Each time she orgasmed, I choked her with the leash. I needed to hear her scream.
“Come on your master’s cock,” I proclaimed as I choked her harder. Valentina was now in a state of perpetual climax. Faster, I shoved my cock inside of her, giving in to the orgasm forcing its way out of me.
“Get on your knees!” I ordered. She flipped over and bowed before me, mouth wide open. With my left hand on my cock, I unleashed my seed all over her face and breasts. She caressed the tip of my manhood with her tongue, licking every drop while staring into my eyes. Fantastic.
It was now 3:26 in the morning, and it seemed as if we had been enjoying each other all night. She washed herself up and cleaned everything spotless. That was my girl—the only one with whom I was willing to bend the rules.
Chapter 8
Isabella
I hadn’t received a letter in weeks, and my afternoons hadn’t entirely been the same without them. With the successful IPO behind me, my plan to expand into the Asian market would be moving forward. Our marketing data suggested our products would be a massive hit in South Korea, Japan, and parts of Beijing and Shanghai. Although it seemed as if everything was great now, I still felt empty. Nathan refused to do anything with me, and as it was now, it would be more of an embarrassment if we were to go out in public.
Things just seemed to be getting worse between us. He refused to bathe regularly, and he hadn’t left the house in a month. Despite my urging and the wasted beautiful days of the harmonious summer weather, the only thing he cared about was being away from me.
I didn’t want to become a nagging wife, but I felt as if I had no other choice. He wouldn’t listen to me, and every time I confronted him about our lack of communication, he got upset. This wasn’t the man I’d married, nor was it the type of man I wanted to be married to. We had been together for so long that I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else, to be honest. I knew my work kept me busy, but I didn’t think I neglected him in any way. For the last three years, things had been going downhill for us, but over the last couple of months, he had slowly been drifting away more than usual.
Maya suggested I put surveillance cameras around our house to see what he did when I wasn’t home. But I was reluctant to do anything to that extent. I might see something I didn’t want to see. I was such a coward.
Today, I was going to ask him about those secret meetings he’d been going to. I had to confront him about this, and I had to do it now. I heard him come down the stairs, so I stood up from the couch and headed into the kitchen. Cup in hand, he followed, looking for something to drink.
“Hey, babe,” he said. I turned to him in shock. What the hell was he wearing? I didn’t know what made him think a black thong looked good on him. Disregarding his appearance, I reached into the refrigerator for a glass of wine.
“We have to talk,” I said.
He sighed and looked at me disgruntledly. “Shit. Not again. What did I do this time?”
I tried to keep myself calm. I didn’t want to feed off the attitude he gave me. “You haven’t done anything. I just want to talk.”
He released a long sigh and sat in the chair adjacent to me.
“Talk,” he hissed. His voice was agitated and he already looked pissed. I was beginning to think this persona of his was a cover to hide something from me. Either that or he was just becoming more of an asshole as time went on.
“Tell me about these meetings you’ve been going to.”
He looked at me with annoyance. “What meetings?” He sipped from my glass of wine.
“The meetings you told me you were going to. You know the ones where you just can’t be bothered to answer your phone when I call.”
He rolled his eyes. “Those are private. I can’t tell you, so don’t ask.”
I gritted my teeth. “I’m sure you can share them with your wife. I want to be involved with whatever it is you’re going through. I’m not asking for details; I just want to know what these meetings are about.”
He threw his hands in the air, almost spilling my glass. “There you go again. Trying to insert yourself into something that is very private to me. I said I couldn’t talk about it, so I’m not going to talk about it,” he shouted. What the hell was his problem?
“Why are you overreacting like this? I’m not trying to insert myself into anything.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Look, I’m not trying to invade your privacy, Nathan. I just want to know what the hell is going on with you.”
“Oh, so now you suddenly care what’s going on with me, do you?”
I curled my brows and stood from my chair. I had no idea why he was getting so upset with me after only a few questions. “What is that sup
posed to mean?” I asked.
“You know what I mean. You care more about your business than you do me.” I looked at him speechless. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I put the same amount of time and care into this marriage as I did my work. To think he would have the gall to say such a thing.
“You’ve been distant these last couple of months, and I want to know what’s going on with you.”
“I’m a neglected husband—that’s what’s going on with me. You’re lucky I haven’t fucked someone else by now.”
I balled my fists, ready to lash out. “How dare you say something like that? How the hell have I neglected you, Nathan? I’ve done everything for you. I work all day. I cook for you when I get home. I pay you an allowance. I fuck you whenever you want to be fucked—something we haven’t done in a year. How the hell can you say I’m neglecting you?”
“Your heart is not with me. Your heart is in that business. And I’m done talking about this. I’m going to take a shower.” He gulped down the rest of my wine and turned away from me.
“This is the type of crap I’m talking about. Every time I want to communicate with you, you get defensive and walk off.”
“Pleasure and pain, my dear. Pleasure and pain,” he said.
“Pleasure and pain? What the hell are you talking about, Nathan?”
He turned to face me and smirked again.
“Nothing,” he said before walking out of the kitchen. He must have been drunk or off his meds. I headed him off into the living room and blocked his path before he could sit on the couch.
“We are going to talk about this,” I demanded. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, pressing his body against mine.
“Do you wish to be dominated, Isabella?”
My eyes fluttered and I took hold of the hand fisted in my hair. “Are you insane? Let me go.”
He smiled. “Didn’t think so.” He tossed me out of the way, and I stumbled over the couch. I gathered my footing and approached him again, this time on guard.
“Are you off your meds or something?”
He laughed. “Of course not.” He turned his back on me and walked up the stairs.
“Don’t walk away from me. Are you drunk? Is there someone else? What is it?” I shouted.
He faced me. “Cheating is an illusion. It would be selfish for you to think I belong to you.”
I felt my face turning red with fury. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t belong to me? So you are fucking someone else? Who is she, you son of a bitch?” I screamed. His laugh became more devious.
“As I have said, cheating is an illusion and so too is the act itself. One cannot perform an act that doesn’t exist. I love you, Isabella, and that’s all that matters.”
“Enough with the cryptic bullshit, Nathan. First, you said I’m neglecting you, and then you asked me if I want to be dominated; now you said cheating is an illusion. You’re all over the damn place. If you’re off your meds again, I swear—”
He came back down the stairs and embraced me. Whatever cologne he was wearing was so sensual it almost swayed the feelings of anger and heartache within me.
“You are my wife. I would never lie to you. I’m taking my meds just as the doctor instructed me. Now look, I love only you, and I would do nothing that would deprive you of pleasure. If only you could see that.” He kissed me on the cheek, and then started to head back upstairs. “Are you coming to bed? It’s been a long time since, you know.”
I sighed, unable to bring myself to reply. He didn’t answer any of my questions. I went back into the kitchen to turn off the light. “I’ll be up there in a moment,” I said.
“All right. Just come up whenever you’re ready.”
I put the dishes in the sink, then turned the light off and set out into the living room to clean up a bit before I made my way upstairs.
“By the way, your cousin Valentina came by the other day.” He gave me a smirk.
I raised my brow in suspicion. “Really? What did she want?”
“Nothing special,” he said, before he went into our bedroom and closed the door.
Chapter 9
Dante
I’d made my way back home. It was very different from the refreshing heat of Madrid that subdued me in my bubble of safety. As I gazed at the sky from my private jet, I began to contemplate why I’d always had a problem finding the type of woman I longed for. From the hustle of various would-be suitors who were only interested in my wealth to the string of models who couldn’t hold an intelligent conversation, it all became clear to me when I landed on the airstrip.
My introverted nature when it came to the affairs of the heart had held me back for far too long, and Gaspard had finally pointed it out to me during our time in Spain. My desires would always be out of my reach if I continued to play by the rules. Besides, in love there were no rules.
If only I could apply my stark and determined personality that led my business to multimillion-dollar quarterly profits to my personal life, then Isabella might very well have known my intentions by now. I had to make up my mind. I needed to do whatever it took to find a way into her heart, with or without the dissolution of her marriage.
Isabella needed to know about her husband’s constant cheating. I had to gather the courage and outline a plan to divulge the truth about everything to her. Gaspard advised me just as expected when he championed a plan of exposure and consolation.
I had already set things in motion with my versatile, anonymous love letters, and all I had to do was built on that. No doubt, Isabella’s emotional state was fragile with her friends’ constant whispering in her ear of her husband’s wrongdoings. There couldn’t be a better time to swoop her into my arms so she may feel the warmth of a man who loved her, and her only, forsaking all others. That was what she deserved.
I opened the front door to my villa. My domestics had placed my luggage in the living room. Gaspard took a seat on the couch and ordered a red 1982 Lafite-Rothschild Pauillac, his favorite brand of wine, along with some cheese and crackers for his date and himself, while I retreated to the anteroom. Gazing out the window across the way, I saw Isabella and her husband in their loft, kissing and caressing each other. Right then, my heart shattered into millions of pieces.
How could I be jealous? It was her husband after all. Still, my heart raced in fury as I channeled every ounce of willpower I had to keep from going over there to tell her the truth about Nathan. I stood there staring out the window as my fury grew.
“Would you like a glass?” asked Gaspard. He approached me from behind to see what had so vehemently captured my attention. That was when he saw it too.
“I have to go over there,” I murmured to myself. As I rushed to the front door, Gaspard and his date suddenly stopped me.
“Dante—where are you going?” he asked. I gritted my teeth and then heaved a long sigh. “Your time will come, old friend. But you can’t just barge over there like a crazy person. You have too much to risk. Besides, you’ll look like a psycho stalker if you do.”
Gaspard’s date rubbed my shoulders and walked me back into the anteroom. My jealousy and frustration were building. I couldn’t take it. If it weren’t for these two to help center my rage, I’d be on my way over there right this moment. I gazed out the window again, only to see them engaged in their passion.
Gaspard tried to stop me from looking, but it was no use—my eyes were glued to Isabella’s villa as the glass walls only magnified the shadows of their sensual enjoyment. With each passing second, more rage encompassed my thoughts, and the feeling of regret for ever having left for Spain filled me with guilt.
I watched as Nathan grabbed Isabella’s backside and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed passionately while slowly moving to the floor, where they lay down, and their bodies connected. All sight of them was lost as the loft’s wooden walls cut off my view. The only thing I could see was her head popping up and down every so often with a look of pleasure
on her face.
That was it. I could bear no more. I shut the blinds and walked sadly to my bedroom to write another letter. Gaspard and his date offered to join me with their bottle of wine, but I refused their company. Instead, I closed the door to my bedroom and locked it. At that moment, everything changed.
I realized that rules and morals were to be abhorred when it came to getting what one wanted. Those who were calculating and ruthless always won in the parallel emotions known as love and passion. In the affairs of the heart, the bad boy always seemed to win. And Nathan was that bad bastard. Nevertheless, I was a wealthy man with the world at my fingertips. My reclusive nature had to end. If I opened up, I could show her delights unlike she’d ever seen.
Then again, it was going to take a lot more than a few rides on my private jet, trips to exotic places, and meals in restaurants of the most acclaimed chefs in the world to win her over. Isabella wouldn’t be interested in possessions. She could buy anything she wanted on her own. I must connect with her on an emotional level so I could override her husband’s grip on her.
This was the only way I was going to win. Rules be damned. Nathan didn’t play by the rules, so why should I? What was noble in a land of thieves? What was honorable in a world of trickery? Nothing. This was the way it must be. Nonetheless, I would not compromise my integrity, nor would I deceive her in any way. I would intervene, entice her, and tell all the truths at my disposal. This was my self-reflection, and it had to be done.
Chapter 10
Isabella
My mind had been wandering since last night. While I still had my doubts about Nathan, the affection he gave me put my mind at ease. I buried my troubles as I always did to focus on my business. I was late after having been up all night with him, so we couldn’t finish our talk.
The discussion we had last night would have to be continued when I got home. I rushed into the office, where Maya had already scheduled a meeting with a potential firm. She had been interviewing consulting firms for the last couple of weeks who could assist us with our global expansion.