Dirty Fake Fiancé

by Sky Corgan

  I had actually forgotten. For some reason, I couldn't switch my mind to submissive whenever we entered the room. Perhaps that would change over time.

  “So, I have no say in this?” I asked, following his lead as he began to undress.

  “Nope. And the next word out of your mouth will earn you a spanking. Remember, in here, you do what I say when I say it, and you don't speak unless I say you can. Tomorrow, you won't get any warnings.”

  When we were both completely undressed, I crawled up onto the bed, and Jack sat at the foot of the bed, giving him a good view of the action. My palms began to sweat as he watched me expectantly. It was incredibly awkward being stared at in such a way, and I found myself quickly becoming self-conscious. Everything in me wanted to speak, but I knew better, so instead I just laid there, returning Jack's gaze.

  “Well, go on,” he prodded me.

  “I don't know what to do.” I screwed my face, mildly fearful of his punishment.

  “Sure you do. Just do what I did to you the other day.”

  Knowing that I had been given a free pass, I tried to relax while I slipped a hand between my legs. It didn't feel as good touching myself as it did when Jack touched me. His fingers were thick and skilled. Mine were thin and clueless since I never masturbated. Slowly, I massaged around my cleft, hoping that it looked like I was doing a bad job so that Jack would come take over.

  “You can't seriously tell me that you've never touched yourself before.” He gave me a sarcastic look of disbelief.

  “Never.” I shook my head to add emphasis to the word.

  “Just do what feels good. It might help if you pretend like I'm not even here.”

  “That's much easier said than done.” I rolled my eyes and then relaxed my head against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

  Maybe if I pretended that it was his hand instead of mine. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm moistness of my skin. Using two fingers, I pressed down on my clit as I made small circles. Slowly, I began to feel my pleasure building. My free hand came up to play with one of my erect nipples, rolling it between my fingertips.

  “Spread your legs a bit wider,” Jack requested, and I did as I was told, trying to ignore the fact that he was watching my every move.

  The more I played with myself, the more ragged my breathing became, and I realized that masturbating wasn't so difficult after all.

  “Stop,” Jack said, right before I was about to climax. Like the waves receding from the ocean, I felt my pleasure ebb away as my hand left my body, and all I could think about was how I wanted more.

  Jack crawled up onto the bed, towering over me with his cock in hand, and for a moment, I was confused about what he was doing. Then he straddled my head, letting his dick hang freely over my face, and I knew what he wanted.

  The thought of taking Jack's cock into my mouth repulsed me. Never had I desired to suck a man's dick before. To be honest, I didn't even picture fellatio being a part of my sex life until meeting Jack. And while I really didn't want to suck him off, the fact that he had eaten me out meant that I was obligated to return the favor. If my face hadn't been so occupied staring at Jack's cock in apprehension, I probably would have scowled.

  “Open,” Jack told me.

  For a moment, I was reluctant. In response, Jack leaned back and twisted one of my nipples, hard. I winced from the pain.

  “Open,” he said again, and this time, I listened, though I was sure I looked mortified.

  Slowly, he pressed forward, and I felt his glans crest my teeth, his balls sagging down onto my chin. I closed my eyes and tried to be mindful about not biting him. While I had never given a blowjob before, I knew the basic rules.

  As the smooth surface of Jack's glans touched my tongue, I cowered away, already overwhelmed by his masculine scent. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, and it made me wonder what he thought about my scent.

  “Suck,” Jack commanded, and my lips closed around him, feeling the thick veins of his member. “Just pretend it's a Blow Pop.”

  A salt flavored Blow Pop, I thought as I allowed my tongue to begin exploring the underside of his shaft. The longer it sat in my mouth, the less unpleasant it became. Soon, I was more fascinated than disgusted, feeling the surprising smoothness of his skin with my tongue as my throat worked to suck him off.

  Jack held onto the bed frame and leaned over me, rocking his hips back and forth. At first, I choked as his tip speared the back of my throat, my gag reflex doing the best it could to repel the intruder. He backed off only long enough for me to regain composure before thrusting again, seemingly unfazed by the wet sounds erupting from my mouth.

  Jack groaned as he fucked my face, the only indication that I was doing a good job. I was too busy concentrating on breathing and not biting him to gain any pleasure from the act. Still, there was something incredibly sensual about giving him head.

  Sneakily, I let my hand slip between my legs to work my clit. With each gentle circle that I made around my cleft, I sucked Jack harder, causing him to pant above me.

  “Oh yeah.” He hissed, picking up the pace. I did my best to relax, allowing Jack to take over while he pounded into my mouth. Strings of pre-come clung to the back of my throat as he worked his meaty length in and out, and I felt an overwhelming need to spit, though Jack wouldn't allow me the luxury. I tightened my lips around him, and his juices spilled out the sides of my mouth, running down into my hair.

  My fingers vibrated mercilessly against my clit while I sucked as hard as I could, the intensity of my sucking growing with the nearness of my climax. Finally, my body gave out, submitting to a round of earth-shattering contractions. Almost as the same time, I heard Jack groan, and my mouth filled with his semen, warm and thick. He held himself inside my mouth while he pumped out every drop, and I knew I wouldn't be allowed to spit until the end, if I was even allowed to spit at all.

  Even after Jack was spent, he kept himself inside of me, forcing me to endure his juices. When he finally pulled out, I let his seed follow, coating my face. Better in my hair than down my throat, I thought, hoping that I wouldn't receive a punishment for rejecting his offering.

  Thankfully, Jack didn't seem to care. He crawled off of the bed to go get a towel, though I knew it wouldn't do the trick this time.

  “Shower,” I said as soon as I had finished spitting up all of his come.

  “Yes, shower,” Jack agreed, walking me to the bathroom with a hand on the small of my back. “Next time, I want you to swallow,” he told me, not completely out of his dominant mode.

  “Maybe after we're married,” I teased. “Got to keep some things sacred.”

  “Spitting is just wasteful,” he disagreed.

  “So is having an orgasm without a purpose. I'm willing to bet that you masturbate plenty.” I gave him a playful glance before stepping into the shower.

  “Touche, Miss Rickard. Touche. You are far too clever for your own good.”

  “And you're far too sexy for yours,” I purred against his chest.

  “Touche,” he whispered again before wrapping me in his warm embrace.

  When I got back to his parents' house, I noticed that my phone had several more missed calls and text messages from Liam. My coming home for those short few days when I escaped from the BDSM school seemed to have affected him greatly.

  “Why haven't you answered any of my calls?” he asked. “I miss you,” said another. “Please, call me. We need to talk.”

  I sighed, setting my phone down on the bedside table. It upset me to know that I had hurt him by leaving, but there was nothing I could do. Things were the way they needed to be, and there was nothing left to talk about.

  I knew it was cruel, but I went back to my plan of not talking to Liam until after the wedding. Maybe if I didn't respond, he'd get the hint that he needed to move on.

  Friday had finally come, and I was looking forward to spending my weekend with Jack. He had bought us tickets to see the Blue Man Group, but what I was
more excited about came afterward.

  Naked and tied to the bed in his dungeon, I felt more alive than I ever did during daylight hours. It was as if my senses were heightened, receptive to whatever Jack was willing to throw my way.

  Tonight, he teased me with a thin plastic vibrator. I wondered what the purpose of it was, considering that he had such a magnificent cock to use in its place. Patiently, I lie while Jack probed inside of me with the toy. It seemed like he was getting more pleasure out of it than I was, watching as it violated my opening. His gaze was ever on my pussy as he pulled the vibrator out and then plunged it in again. Occasionally, he would rotate it around inside of me, sending shivers of pleasure through my body as it touched my inner walls. I wanted to tell him that I'd rather it be his cock, but I knew better than to speak out of turn. Jack had well established that rule already. When he was done fucking me with the toy and pulled it out, I was embarrassed to see a sheen of milky white juices covering it.

  “Nice and wet,” he commented, licking the vibrator clean. My cheeks flushed from just watching him, and I felt almost guilty for spitting the night before.

  After putting the toy away, Jack returned with what appeared to be a back massager. It was a wand with a thick round white massaging head and a long cord that plugged into the wall. My body jolted as he turned it on, the sound of strong vibrations filling the room.

  “This is going to be intense,” he warned before pressing it against my cunt.

  Intense was an understatement. My eyes widened as it quickly overstimulated my sensitive clit. I squirmed under the pressure of it, but Jack refused to let up, pressing the thick white head between my pussy lips so that it could massage my most sensitive parts.

  Within minutes, I was gasping for breath as the device sent me over the edge, forcing my clit to contract with almost unbearable pleasure. I was embarrassed to have come so soon, but Jack didn't seem to mind. What had taken me at least seven minutes to accomplish the night before with my own hand, the back massager had accomplished in less than two.

  “That's usually a favorite,” Jack said, pulling the massager away to grin at it.

  “I can see why,” I panted, trying to hide a scowl at the thought that he had probably used it on other girls before me. How else would he know it was a favorite?

  “No talking,” he warned.

  To my surprise, Jack unfastened all of my restraints, and for a moment, I thought our session was over. Then he pulled me up into a sitting position and urged me onto all fours.

  I waited expectantly with my butt in the air as I felt Jack move in behind me. With more gentleness than he showed with the toy, he pressed his glans inside, then bucked forward until he was filling me completely. It felt different being taken in such a way, almost animalistic. There was a strange disconnection from not being able to see Jack's face, and I quickly decided that it wasn't my favorite position. Still, I stayed in place, enjoying the feel of him fucking me. His hands curled around my hips as he slammed into me again and again, using me for his pleasure.

  After a few minutes, he pulled out, and my breath hitched as I felt a droplet of spit land heavily on my asshole. Holy crap, I thought in an instant of panic. He can't possibly be thinking of . . .

  Without waiting for my reaction, I felt Jack's glans press against my vulnerable opening, then with a grunt, he pushed inside. My whole body tensed at the unexpected intruder, and Jack groaned as my ass clenched around his cock, strangling it.

  I felt too full, like Jack's dick had spread me to my breaking point. Everything burned as he began thrusting. Red, my mind screamed out, but my lips remained silent, hoping that the pain would melt away into pleasure as it had when he'd taken me from the front for the first time.

  While the discomfort never left, the pain did subside once the juices from Jack's cock worked to lubricate my hole better. With each thrust, Jack groaned, and I couldn't help but wonder if he liked fucking me in the ass more than he did in my cunt. He was certainly being much more vocal than usual.

  It felt strange knowing that in less than a week I had allowed Jack to violate every part of me. Now, there wasn't an erotic hole in my body that hadn't been claimed by him. It was a nastily pleasurable thought.

  Jack took his time fucking me, changing pace and varying his thrusts. After a few minutes inside my ass, he'd switch to fucking my pussy again, sending torrents of pleasure through my body. At one point, he pulled me back against him, squeezing my breasts while he teased my nipples between his fingertips. I thought I was going to lose it, but before I had a chance to come, he pushed me back down onto the bed, pulling my ass up against him with so much force that he practically impaled me on his cock. I cried out in pain, and in seconds, I was drooling against the pillow below helplessly as he fucked me like a carnal beast.

  It quickly became apparent that tonight was about his pleasure. My ass was Jack's reward, and he took it with all the vigor of the world, fucking me until I was practically crying from the bliss of it.

  He picked up the pace, and I did my best to stand my ground as he pounded into me until I thought he would die from panting so hard. With a guttural moan, Jack drove his cock deep into my ass, filling me to the brim with come. I gasped from the shock of it, the fact that he had come inside of me.

  “Oh yeah,” he sighed, thrusting until his cock was drained completely. “Don't move,” Jack said as he pulled out, and I somehow knew that he was watching his juices leak out of me. My cheeks flushed at the thought of how inappropriate I must look.

  When he was well satisfied, Jack slid off of the bed to go get a towel. I stayed in position, with my ass up in the air, until he returned. Very carefully, he wiped the come off of my ass and cunt.

  It felt strange standing up. I could still feel Jack's semen inside of me, and some even dribbled out, running down my leg. Definitely shower time.

  “How was it?” Jack asked.

  “Different,” I admitted.

  “Did you like it?”

  “I'm not very fond of anal, if that's what you're wondering.”

  “Hm,” he replied thoughtfully. I expected him to follow it up with a 'you'll get used to it,' but he didn't mention it further.

  Jack wrapped his arms around me, placing a gentle kiss on the back of my head. “I love you,” he whispered into my ear, and I swooned from his words, anxiously awaiting the day that I wouldn't have to leave him after our passionate love-making. The back and forth was starting to wear on me, but I knew Jack would be worth the wait in the end. He had proven that to me.

  The next day, Jack and I went for a walk in Central Park. We strolled along hand in hand, watching squirrels scurry up trees and ducks splashing in one of the ponds. It was perfectly romantic, and I couldn't be happier.

  In the afternoon, we returned to Jack's parents' mansion for dinner. There was an extra car in the driveway, but I didn't think much of it. Jack's mother was rather fond of entertaining guests, though rarely did she invite them over for dinner.

  When we walked into the living room, my breath hitched as my eyes landed on a very familiar face. Liam was sitting with Jack's parents, laughing over some witty joke that he no doubt had just told.

  “Melita.” Liam stood to greet me.

  Jack looked puzzled as Liam embraced me, and I instantly tensed up. Everything in me wanted to grab Liam by the arm, pull him aside, and ask what in the hell he was doing there.

  “Your friend was just telling us about life in Texas,” Mrs. Kemble said to me with an excited smile. I couldn't help but wonder what he had said that they found so amusing. Probably, something embarrassing about me.

  “I just came into town on business and thought I would drop by,” Liam said innocently.

  There was no question in my mind that was a lie. First off, I knew damn well that Liam had no business in New York. And second, I hadn't told him where I was staying. He must have weaseled the information out of my mother or abused his power as a lawyer to look up Jack's parents' address.r />
  “So nice to see you,” I replied between clenched teeth.

  “And you must be Jack.” Liam pulled away from me to shake Jack's hand. His tone changed, and I could see the look of hatred in his eyes, though I was almost certain it was undetectable to anyone but me.

  “You are?” Jack asked suspiciously.

  “I'm Liam, Melita's best friend. Did she not mention me?”

  Oh God, Liam, keep your damn mouth shut, I begged silently. Things were getting tense fast as Jack began putting the pieces together. Soon, he would realize that this wasn't just a friendly visit. If Liam had come all the way from Texas, it could only mean one thing. He had come to take me back.

  “I apologize, but Melita didn't tell me that her best friend was a man,” Jack said with more grace than I would have been able to muster in such a situation. His eyes softened, and he placed a protective hand around my waist.

  “Funny, she told me everything about you.” Liam's words had a bitter finish, slicing through Jack's false pretense. He turned to me before things could escalate any further. “I thought we could go have lunch tomorrow. My treat.”

  I felt stuck. It didn't matter if I said yes or no, someone was going to end up ticked off. Although I was loyal to Jack, I knew it wasn't fair for Liam to travel over eighteen hundred miles and not get the answers he came for.

  “Lunch would be fine,” I replied finally.

  Jack turned to me. “We have plans tomorrow, remember?”

  He was lying. The only thing on our agenda was attending a social gathering, but that wasn't until five o'clock. It was a warning for me not to go.

  “We don't have plans until five o'clock.” I stood my ground.

  Jack surrendered with a sigh. “Make sure you're back on time.”

  Liam smiled, pleased. “Well, I won't keep you kind folks any longer.”

  “Won't you stay for dinner?” I heard Mrs. Kemble ask, and I didn't have to look at Jack to know that he was silently cursing her.

  For a moment, Liam pondered the idea, but after seeing the desperate look on my face, he respectfully declined. I couldn't have been happier to usher him out of the house. Just when things were going so well for Jack and me, Liam had to show up, threatening all the progress we had made.