by Evelyn Vox
The name sent tendrils of lust and adrenaline kicking through my veins, and just like that, one of my hands snaked its way up my coat and between my thighs.
I couldn't believe I was doing this.
"Yes, Sir."
"Rub yourself over those lace panties," he commanded, and I obeyed, "use two fingers to rub slow circles around your tasty clit."
"Yes, Sir," I whimpered as my fingers did the work he demanded.
"Squeeze your perfect tits."
My other hand parted my label and grabbed a handful of my still tender flesh. I moaned and heard him suck in a deep breath.
"Take them out of the bra."
"Sir," I gasped, "people will see me."
"I want everyone to know what a little slut you are, Alexandra."
My heart pounded. This was mortifying and humiliating, so why was I so unbelievably turned on? A pathetic mewl escaped me as I pulled down the fabric and exposed myself. My nipples pebbled in the cool air coming from the vents. The fingers between my legs started going faster.
"Squeeze your nipples."
I pinched them and couldn't help but gasp in pleasure. Derek telling me how to touch myself was incredibly hot. Even now, he was in complete control of my body.
"Good girl," he said, and I felt a rush between my thighs at the praise. "Take those two fingers and slip them under your panties. Rub them up and down your sweet little pussy."
"Yes, Sir," I panted.
My fingers were soon sticky and wet with my essence as I rubbed at my clit.
"Alexandra," his voice was husky, thick, "I'm so fucking hard for you, my Venus."
God his words made me melt. The couple in the car ahead had definitely seen me. They were looking at me in their mirror, but I didn't care. All that mattered was Derek's voice commanding me. He would tell me what to do and when to do it.
"And when you get here," he continued, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget how to speak."
I was already speechless.
"You like it when I fill you up, don't you, little slut?"
"Yes, Sir," I gasped.
"Are people watching you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do they all know what a dirty whore you are?"
"Yes, Sir," I screamed out as my climax roared close at an alarming rate.
"Please, may I come?"
"No. Stop touching yourself. Now."
His words were harsh and clipped. He was so mean! My hands were reluctant to stop. I was so close. I whined my displeasure at him.
"Alexandra," Derek's voice was ice cold, full of a menacing promise.
It sent a shock of fear down my body. My hands stopped.
"Yes, Sir," I said bashfully.
If he could see me right now, he'd see the way my head was bowed with embarrassment.
"Soon, Princess," he said before he hung up.
I took a moment to collect myself. The line of traffic had just started to move again and the man ahead of me was outright staring. I turned my gaze away as reality clicked into place. I was still rushed and wanting, and I felt just like the dirty slut Derek wanted me to be.
I bit my lips before I groaned out my frustration, squirming in my seat. I put my breasts back in the bustier and closed the coat. Finally, it was my turn to move and I drove through that damn road, speeding away from that couple's shocked faces.
I was getting closer to Derek's house with every second. Every second had my nerves ramping to new heights. By the time I pulled up to the driveway of a bungalow not too far from the beach, my heart had all but jumped into my throat.
Derek’s house had a large, manicured front lawn. My pulse drummed a beat in my ears as I walked up the pathway to the front door. I knew that, tonight, he was going to take things to a different level. To a level deeper and darker than rough sex and rope. I wondered what I'd gotten myself into by agreeing to play these wicked, deadly games with him.
If there was one thing I knew, it was that I tried to stop this. I tried to resist him. But there was no resisting Derek Drake.
I knocked on the front door, gripping the handle of my bag nervously. The door swung open and Derek's broad frame filled it. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and black jeans. The dark devil took one look at me and snarled.
"Who told you to wear a jacket?"
Uh oh.
Chapter Nineteen
LEXIE
I didn't have time to stammer out an explanation before he grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me into the house. The door slammed shut behind me with the click of its lock. I turned, breathless, to look at him. He flashed his canines at me in a look that liquefied me from the inside out.
Derek's energy was different tonight. He was intense and dangerous in a way I'd never seen before. He wasted no time in tearing my coat from me.
"Delicious," he said as he looked at me in the lingerie for the first time today.
My skin prickled under his heated gaze. He closed the distance between us in one stride and his mouth cut into mine. My body bloomed like a budding flower as I pressed into him. He tore his mouth from me all too soon and pulled something from his pocket. I barely had time to register what it was before he put the blindfold over my eyes.
I staggered, outrageously out of balance now that I was blind in these towering heels. Derek's hands were on me in an instant. He hauled me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. I shrieked in surprise, but a firm hand slammed into my ass, shutting me up. I knew better than to struggle right now.
My world was pitch black. I heard every noise--his heavy footsteps and deep breaths--as he walked me across the house. Floorboards creaked, then a door squeaked open, and my stomach jolted as we descended a flight of stairs. The air down here was thick and cool. Goosebumps flared into life all over my skin.
Derek placed me with care onto what felt like a leather table. He pushed me until I was lying flat on the cushioned leather and pulled my arms above my head. I gasped in shock when cruel, cold metal bit into my wrists. My arms were locked straight above me.
I heard the rattle of chains and my heart hammered against my ribcage as I realized what he was doing. He grabbed my thighs and forcefully spread my legs apart. He pulled them so wide it hurt. Metal clamped around both my ankles, locking my legs into place.
I was spread eagle on the table. Chained, blindfolded, helpless, his.
I tested my bonds by pulling my arms and legs as much as I could. Other than the tiniest amount of slack in the chains, I couldn't move my limbs out of position at all.
"Stop that, you little Brat," he growled from somewhere above me, "or else I'll tighten them even more."
I gulped and obeyed.
"What do you say?"
"Yes, Sir," I said.
My voice was small and scared. It was all I could muster.
"Now," he said, "did you follow my instructions today?"
"Yes, Sir," I lied.
"Is that true, Alexandra? Did you stop yourself from orgasming every time?"
My lungs froze for a moment. There was no way he could possibly know. And right now, in this situation, the last thing I wanted was to face a wrathful, demonic Derek.
"Yes, Sir," I said again.
He was quiet, but I could hear his footsteps as he walked away. Then the sound of him lifting something and walking back towards me. Suddenly, he had my face in his hands.
He pried my mouth open and shoved something inside. It was large, round, and tasted like rubber. He lifted my head to buckle two straps behind it, which forced me to bite down on what had to be a ball gag.
It was too much. It was all too much. I was about to fly into a panic when I realized he'd stayed true to his word, and though my wrists were bound, I could move my fingers enough to snap three times. Knowing he respected our agreement calmed me considerably.
That was until I felt his hot breath tickle my ear as he said, "I know you disobeyed me today, you spoiled Brat. And I'm going to make sure you pay for it.
"
I swear my heart stopped beating.
DEREK
"Did you think I couldn't hear it in your voice when I called?" I asked, looking down at my Venus bound and helpless just the way I'd always wanted her.
Her voice on the phone had been dripping with pleasure and satisfaction.
"The second I heard you, I knew you'd just come," I told her and relished the way her body tensed with fear. "Do you really think I don't know what your voice sounds like after?"
She tried to say something, but couldn't over the gag. My cock was a swollen raging monster at the sight of her struggling. The beast was silent, too delighted to even make a sound.
"You hesitated when I told you to touch yourself in the car."
I walked in circles around the table to keep her senses off balance, so she wouldn't pinpoint where I was.
"As if that disobedience wasn't enough, you then come to my door in a raincoat."
I slammed my hands on the table, and she jumped as far as the bonds would allow. I leaned over her, so she could feel the heat of my body, my breath against her skin. I hovered inches above her face, but never touched her. I wanted to drive her senses wild, and I could tell it was working. She had started to sweat and her brows were creased with worry.
Good.
"And worst of all," I hissed into her ear, "you just fucking lied to me."
She let out a shriek of terror. She wriggled her fingers like she wanted to snap them, and a moment of hesitation captured me. Did I go too far?
I stood back, ready for her to signal that she needed this to stop. Her thumbs rolled over the pads of her middle and index fingers, almost like she was reassuring herself she could still do it. I grinned to myself when she didn't snap.
Good.
"After tonight, you spoilt little thing," I promised her, "you will never lie to me again."
I stalked over to the carefully organized tabletop and took care to jangle the toys on top of it for her benefit. I wanted Alexandra's mind racing about what I could be doing over here.
I wanted her panicking about what devious instrument I could be grabbing to torture her. For now, I settled on simple kitchen shears. I stood in front of the table and took one last look at her in that sexy little get up.
The black lace bustier stood out in stark contrast to her creamy, golden skin. Her breasts were nearly popping out of it. Her arms overhead were forcing them into round, firm globes ready for the taking.
That trim stomach fluttered as she breathed heavily. A lace and satin garter belt encircled her tiny waist and held up sheer black tights rimmed at the top with lace. Those tights, I decided, along with the heels, she could keep.
The rest of it had to go.
I took the tip of the scissors and placed them at the crook of her neck. She shuddered with a yelp around the red ball gag. I grazed the tip of the scissors over her collar bone then down towards the center of her delectable tits.
Her chest heaved at the contact. I loved how responsive this gorgeous body before me was. Without warning, I grabbed the fabric of her bustier and sliced through it in one quick movement. I could see the shock plastered on her face, and let loose a low laugh.
Her breasts were exposed, two creamy, luscious mounds ready to be ravaged. Rosebud nipples hardened in the cool dungeon air and I couldn't resist bending down to catch one between my teeth. She jumped and her back arched into the contact, begging for more. I smacked her tits with the flat end of the shears and she recoiled.
I snipped through the thin lines of the garter belt. The string of her thong is thin and wispy, so I took it in my mouth and let my tongue graze her skin before I ripped it off with my teeth. Her sharp intake of breath was enough to make my dick twitch.
Her hot, tight, pink cunt glistened before me. I ran a finger up her heated slit. Alexandra was drenched and engorged already. The fear, the sense of deprivation, the humiliation, the pain; it all served a purpose. It heightened the bliss of her pleasure all the more.
"So wet for me already," I chided, "you dirty, fucking slut."
She whined over the gag as I continued to stroke her, so I smacked her pussy lips and turned the sound into a squeal of pain. A red welt blossomed into being on her beautiful, soft skin. When I saw her naked by that pool, all I wanted to do was feast on her like the delicious fruit she was.
I lowered my head between her tender folds to lap up her sweet nectar. I was the one who controlled her pleasure. The sooner she got that into that beautiful head of hers, the better.
Alexandra responded to be delicious by pushing her hips into my mouth to grant me deeper access to her dewey flower. I feasted until I felt her tug at the chains and tense her thighs in preparation for her climax. I withdrew and she deflated like a punctured balloon.
Her body was tight, tense. She squirmed at the lack of release, clenching and opening her hands with agitation. I licked at the top of her thighs and saw hope spark into her before I bit her, hard, and put two fingers inside of her sopping hole.
She moaned as best as she could around the gag, but I didn't stay inside of her for long. I pumped in and out long enough to ensure my fingers were good and wet with her juices. I rubbed that around down, down, down, until my fingers rested right on her puckered little asshole.
For a moment, she stopped breathing, and I delighted in her shock as I slid a finger inside that tight little hole. She jerked her hips off the table, so I met her arching pussy with my tongue. I fingered her ass with tender care while I licked her clit.
Alexandra's eyebrows were peaked upward in pleasure. Her moans reached new heights as she embraced the sensations. My cock screamed to be unleashed on her, but I slid another inside of her tight, forbidden entrance and kept pumping away.
My tongue slaked over her hard, red bud, and her orgasm was close. I couldn't have that. Not yet. I removed my mouth from her pussy, but kept my fingers in her ass. Her cry of fury gave way to pleasure as I worked her ass harder. Fuck, she was so tight. I couldn't wait to feel that ass clenching around my dick.
"That's it, Princess," I growled out, "let yourself feel how good it is. Before this night ends, I'm going to be buried inside that ass of yours."
I was a man of my word.
Chapter Twenty
LEXIE
Derek's words jolted through my ears and thundered in my chest. I screamed around the gag, terrified and ready all at once. His fingers had hurt at first, but then they yielded to a pleasure I never knew existed. It was strange, but once I allowed myself to really feel it, I had started to enjoy it.
Right when I had gotten used to this strange, new pleasure, he removed his fingers and walked away from me. I was bare, empty, wanting. He was so cruel, so mean; why wouldn't he just let me come?! I heard him gather something before he returned to me.
He ripped the blindfold from my eyes and I winced as my eyes adjusted to the light. Finally, his face came into focus. It was hard and heavy with lust, and I wanted to dive into the icy pools of his eyes.
He kissed my cheeks and wiped away the slobber from the corners of my mouth, where I'd begun to drool around the ball gag. Derek held up something in front of my face. It was black and looked like a rubber torpedo with flared edges that tapered up to a point. My eyes widened with shock.
"That's right, Princess," he said over me, "you know what this is, and you know where it's going."
He pulled out a bottle of lube. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched him slather it over the butt plug. He walked until he was standing between my spread legs.
"You are a heavenly little piece of ass," he said as his long hands glided over my wet pussy to cup my butt.
He massaged my asshole with his fingers and I couldn't help but yelp out. I was still unused to being touched there, and my whole body had tensed up. I felt so taboo and wrong. It was a violation that Derek was all too willing to make.
"Relax," he said, "this will be much better for you if you relax."
I did as he said
and released a breath out of my nose. I rubbed my fingers together to calm myself, ready to snap the moment I needed to. He stopped what he was doing and watched my hands intently. He looked worried. It was a small comfort that he hadn't forgotten and was attentive to the fact that I might need this to stop.
That alone prevented me from snapping. I stopped rubbing my fingers and he flew back into life. I felt the plug nudging my back entrance. I clenched my teeth around the rubber ball and tears pricked at the corner of my eyes as he pushed it in with a thick, wet pop.
"Good girl," he said before tempering the pain with the pleasure of his tongue.
Oh god.
The back and forth of being yoked between ecstasy and agony was too much. It was more than I knew how to bear.
My jaw ached around the gag. I felt like a lowly animal with the spit collecting and drooling down my face. The plug stretched my insides painfully, which somehow made the feel of his tongue all the more intense. It was like every nerve and fiber of my being had been pulled taut and set aflame.
Derek feasted on me like a man starved. He kept my orgasm close to the surface, but never let it break through. It was driving me mad and he knew it. He withdrew his mouth to smirk at me before walking over to a tall table.
Derek's broad shoulders eclipsed any chance I had of seeing what he was doing, but I knew he'd laid his toys out there. And that he was picking one to use on me. When he finally turned, he was holding two small metallic objects that I didn't recognize. They looked like bobby pins.
He stalked towards me with that devil's grin of his. Cool gray eyes gleamed at me as he reached around my head to unbuckle the gag. Derek removed the ball from my mouth and rubbed my jaw like he knew how sore and creaky it was from being forced open so long. I leaned into his hands. I savored the sweet touch, but it ended all too soon as he pulled away and towered over me.
"Do you know why I removed your gag, you spoiled little Brat?"
I tried to speak, but I couldn't find the words. I could only shake my head no and pray it didn't anger him. He pinched my cheeks so my lips squeezed forward in a grotesque pucker. He lowered his face to mind and his flinty stare bored into me.