by Evelyn Vox
I looked at my reflection and didn't recognize who looked back at me. She was naked except for a pair of sheer thigh highs, spiky stilettos, and a collar. Her nipples were clipped, her face flush, and her eyes were lidded with lust.
I realized then that I was wholly owned by this man behind me. I probably had been since the moment he saw me naked by the pool.
"A pretty little collar for my pretty little Princess," he said lovingly into my ear.
He rubbed his hard cock against my back, and I knew he was ready for me. Derek bit my ear and pushed me against the mirror. He spread my hands wide on the glass before he yanked my hips back and splayed my legs apart.
"Stay there, Princess," he said before he walked back to the table.
I watched in the mirror as he grabbed the lube and returned to me.
"I want you to watch as I claim you," he said.
He rubbed my ass cheeks before he got on his knees as he faced me and licked my pussy. The back of his head rested against the mirror, his hands on either side of my hips. My knees buckled at the sight.
Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.
His eyes flashed open. Derek looked me right in the eye as he flicked my clit with his tongue and pulled the plug out of me at the same time. I screamed. My whole body quaked as fresh arousal poured into Derek's mouth. He drank me up, savoring me like I was the sweetest dessert.
He teased me. He licked me until I was sweating and shaking and using all I had to hold him off. He kissed between my thighs before biting them so sharply I jumped and almost lost my balance. Then he was up and behind me. I watched his reflection as he poured lube all over his dick and turned back towards me.
His cock pressed into my ass and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Watch," he commanded.
My eyes shot open. In the mirror, I could see the full length of him ready between my legs. The head of his dick pressed against my hole. I gasped, voiceless, soundless, as he pushed through the hard circle of muscle. He was so big. So much bigger than the plugs. I watched as, inch by inch, his cock entered my ass.
I winced; it hurt. Derek's hand snaked around and flicked my clamped nipples painfully before he started rubbing my clit. It was meant to be a distraction and it was working. He rubbed me, stoking the flames of my orgasm.
The more I gave into the pleasure, the more I relaxed, and the more he pushed into me until he'd filled me completely. I screamed, whether in pleasure or pain I couldn't tell, as the sensations dragged me under.
"Alexandra," he hissed through teeth clenched in rapture, "you feel better than I ever could have imagined."
The look on his face was one of masculine, dominant bliss. I wanted to drink that primal look of his in until I was drunk on it. Our eyes met in the mirror and he smirked at me in that arrogant way that only Derek could smirk. He owned me more with that one look than with his cock rammed inside of me.
"You're mine, Alexandra," he growled as he started to pump faster.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing his collar, his hands were all over me, and his cock was buried in my ass. I couldn't help but say,
"I'm yours, Derek."
His eyes flashed, and I expected to be punished for not calling him Sir, but it didn't come. Hearing his name seemed to have sparked something inside of him. Derek took one of my hands and placed it on my pussy before he grabbed me by the hips and slammed harder into me.
I shrieked and rubbed furiously at my clit. The feel of him sliding in and out of me, the grunts of his pleasure ringing out in my ears, had me quaking with desire. The pain had long since given way to sheer, utter, complete pleasure that I couldn't deny.
Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.
He thrust into my ass with a brutal, athletic pace. I gasped with every trust and, soon, I was nothing more than a quivering, shaking mess, and I gave into it fully. I pushed my hips back to make his thrusts all the harder. I heard him groan as I did so, like he was on the brink as much as I was. I felt my orgasm ramping up to the point of no return.
"D-Derek," I moaned his name again, "I can't stop it."
"You know what will happen," he gasped between thrusts.
Our eyes met in the mirror and it was my own doing. My walls clamped down, wetness cascaded between my legs, and I felt my ass tighten around his girth.
"Derek," I screamed in the bliss of my earth-shattering orgasm, "I'm yours! I'm yours!"
I screamed it over and over as the ecstasy hit me in unrelenting waves. I cried out until his voice joined mine in a chorus of bliss. He roared and shoved deep into me as he came in my ass.
"You belong to me," he growled with uncontrolled, wild thrusts. He pressed me against the mirror and cradled my body with his arms while be both shook and tried to catch our breath. He rested his head in the crook of my neck.
"Fuck, Alexandra, that was amazing," Derek said, breathless and spent.
A spark of hope lit up inside of me. Maybe I wouldn't be punished after all.
"You came before I told you to," he said, his cock still in my ass.
That speck of light died inside of me and gave way to dark dread.
His break tickled my throat as he continued.
"But you held off for so long, I'm pleased with your efforts. I'll keep your beating light."
The trembles that rocked through me had nothing to do with my orgasm. He gripped the back of my neck and pulled out of me. I winced.
"There's a bathroom through that door," he pointed to the left, "clean yourself up."
I did as he said and walked to the door. My whole body felt sore, used up, and I couldn't imagine putting it through any more. I cleaned up the mess between my legs and took a deep, shaking breath before I went back out there. When I opened the door, Derek was standing by the table with his black jeans on. He was holding a wooden switch.
Crystal gray eyes never left me as I made my way to the leather cushioned table. My heels clicked along the floor. I walked slowly in a vain attempt to delay the inevitable. Derek looked hungry and his eyes gleamed fanatically when I reached the table.
"Get on your hands and knees," he barked.
I obeyed, giving him a full view of my used, abused backside as I got into position. He walked around to the front of the table and hooked one of the chains to my collar. I was leashed like an animal, like I was less than human. I was his pet to do with as he wished.
Just when I thought I couldn't handle anymore, I felt a thud of desire flare between my legs. Derek walked in circles around me, like a shark circling its prey, and he stared at me with predatory, deadly intent. I bit my lip. I was anxious, scared, excited.
The tip of the switch stroked down my back. It made sweet, delicious circles around the globes of my ass. I relaxed, only to yowl when it swooped up and smacked me faster than lightning. It stung. My eyes watered, but I didn't cry. The hard rob bit into my tender flesh again and I bit harder on my lip to swallow down the pain.
"Scream, Brat," Derek commanded from behind me.
"Yes, Sir," I sputtered as he continued to hit me, alternating between cheeks.
He made the switch land and sting on my upper thighs, including inside of them--if this was his idea of "light punishment" I didn't want to know what a hard one looked like.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Princess," he said between smacks, "I'm teaching you a lesson. What lesson would that be?"
"You own my pleasure, Sir," I cried out.
"That's right, Princess," the switch halted and I breathed a sigh of relief. My entire backside stung in the air.
"Thank me."
I was perplexed. Thank him for what? I wanted to ask, but I didn't dare. I paid for my hesitation. Instead of the switch, his big hand came from out of nowhere and spanked me over my already stinging bottom.
"Thank me for disciplining you, Brat," he seethed from behind me as he spanked me again.
"Thank you, Sir," I yowled, helpless as he unleashed his fury onto my ass.
"For what?"
"For teaching me a lesson, Sir," I managed to gasp out.
I knew he approved of my answer because he stopped his assault and started to rub my sore cheeks.
"Fuck, Alexandra," he breathed from behind me, "I'm hard for you again."
"Sir, please," I protested as I turned to look at him, but he grabbed my neck by the collar and pulled me up by it until he was sneering inches away from my face.
"You'll fucking take every inch of me, Princess," he growled at my throat before plunging deep inside of me.
I cried, I screamed, I moaned--I was swollen and sore inside, but he didn't care. He ruthlessly pushed into me, and I was defenseless as another orgasm began to build. Derek grabbed at my breasts with both hands and, in one fell swoop, he ripped the clamps off of me savagely.
I saw stars.
My body buckled under the shock of the sudden pain, but he caught me, holding me close against his torso. He filled his hands with my breasts, easing the ache just enough, before squeezing them tightly again.
The agony was so sharp, so delicious, I didn't know what to do other than to lean back and give into the hard, greedy thrusts that hammered me. My head lolled back into his shoulders, my eyes fluttered closed, and I nearly went limp when he reached down to rub my thoroughly overused clit.
"Show me what you've learned, Princess," he breathed huskily into my ear.
His fingers were a blur as he all but forced my orgasm out.
"Sir, please, may I come?" I was so helpless, so pathetic, I was unable to resist any longer.
"Come for me, Alexandra," he said, and like a well-trained pet, my body reacted immediately.
The orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.
My vision tunneled until I saw black for a few moments. Derek groaned and shoved me down to my hands and knees. He fucked me with sure, steady strokes. He grabbed my collar, forcing my back to arch, while his other hand guided my hips over his insatiable dick. The position was so submissive, so primal. He rammed into me like a wild bull.
"Fuck," he bellowed as his orgasm hit him.
I felt him rock into me with the force of it and he pulled painfully at my neck. I cried out, but I took it. He collapsed on top of my back, forcing me down on my belly. After a few moments, pinned and shaking beneath him, he turned so we were on our sides and spooned me.
I didn't know who I was or what I was anymore.
It felt like my psyche was on another plane of existence, like I was floating space. It was similar to being drunk or on drugs, but better. So. Much. Better. I was high off of him, off of his dominance, and I didn't know how I'd ever not want this feeling. Derek encased me in his strong arms and held me while I trembled. I felt safe, protected, and deliciously owned.
"You did well, Alexandra," he told me with a squeeze.
I smiled. I was so happy. It didn't make any sense. Maybe it was the rush of the pain, but I felt more relaxed and more like myself than I had in a long time. He slid out of me and placed soft kisses on my neck, right below the line of my collar. I turned and snuggled into his chest.
"Just a few more minutes, but then we need to go upstairs and ice that ass."
I craned my head back to get a glimpse. I saw red, angry flesh and panic surged through me.
"Don't worry," he told me, so very attuned to me, "by the weekend, they will have faded. I made sure not to go too hard."
I nodded into his chest, thankful he honored our agreement.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
I was having a hard time understanding how I felt and an even harder time trying to find my voice. He chuckled darkly.
"I told you I'd fuck you until you forgot how to speak."
I grinned into his chest. He held me like this until I came back to myself and managed to find my voice.
"I feel," I croaked out," good."
His face split into that devil's grin. He was so naughty. But then something like worry, anxiety, flickered across his beautiful dark features, and he looked down at me seriously.
"Do you like being mine?"
"Yes," I answered with real sincerity, "I fucking love it."
Male satisfaction poured off of him in waves. Great--his ego was big enough already. He'd be unbearable after this.
"Let's go upstairs," he said, and before I could move my abused body, he scooped me into his arms and carried me up.
Chapter Twenty-Two
DEREK
Alexandra was lying on her stomach on my sofa, naked with bags of frozen vegetables on her inflamed ass. It was a sight to behold.
"So, you built all of that down there?" she asked me, sipping a glass of club soda.
"In case you forgot," I said, "I am a contractor."
"Good skill to have," she laughed, and I wanted to worship the sound like church bells.
I walked into the kitchen to make sandwiches. After that session, we both needed the energy boost. It was a relief to see how normal she was acting. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried she'd have a bad reaction. There weren't many women who could handle the man I became when I went downstairs.
"You'll have to give me a proper tour soon," she called from the living room, "I didn't see much down there."
I poked my head around the kitchen door.
"And ruin the surprise?" I lifted an eyebrow at her, "No, Princess, I'd much rather keep you guessing."
"Monstrous man," she called out with a naughty little grin.
I brought over one plate with two ham and swiss sandwiches on it. She lifted up her arms long enough for me to sit in the spot where her head just was. She lowered herself down onto my lap and nuzzled between my legs.
"Careful," I warned.
I could feel my excitement stirring already. She just giggled and reached a hand up for a sandwich. She was still wearing my collar, and the sight of her in it did things to me. It made me feel little hums of satisfaction inside my chest. It silenced the beast.
I bit into my own sandwich, feeling content. This woman's face in my lap, eating a sandwich that covered me with crumbs and a frozen vegetable medley on her ass, felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Alexandra's phone lit up on the coffee table. It was almost two-am. The sandwich turned to ash in my mouth; there was only one person who could be texting her right now. Without hesitation, she reached for it, and I scowled.
If I had it my way, she'd ask my permission before answering that man. I lost my appetite as I watched her open the message from him. I could see it over her shoulder, and didn't try to hide the fact that I was reading it too.
Baby, I got a ride into the city with Peter. I took Monday off. Be there by the time you wake up.
"Shit," she cursed and pushed back until the bags of vegetables slid off of her and onto the floor, "Shit. Shit. Shit!"
"What are you going to tell him?" I managed to ask, though I was frozen to the spot.
"I can't text him right now. He thinks I'm asleep and it'd look suspicious," she sighed and looked guiltily to the floor, "he's trying to surprise me."
I hated how guilty she felt. I hated the obvious affection she had for the dweeb. I didn't want to share her. This was supposed to be our night. I wanted to fall asleep with my face buried in that woman's neck and wake up with my cock buried deep inside of her. My fists clenched as I watched her put her heels back on. She winced when she bent over.
"How will you hide the marks from him?"
When I gave them to her, I wasn't expecting him to see her for another week. In a day or two they'd fade, but this morning they would be big and bright. I almost wanted him to find them. The thought disturbed me. Getting caught would not be good, I reminded myself.
"I don't know," she said. She sounded tired, sad, nothing like the happy woman in my laps moments earlier. "I'll figure something out."
"So, what now," I couldn't stop myself, "you go home and he fucks you, and you act like none of this happened?"
She looked stung.
"I
have to hide it from him. I have to act normal, Derek," she sighed, "but don't worry, I'm in no condition to fuck any time soon, thanks to you."
Her words took on a little bit at the end. Much better. Alexandra pulled a maxi dress from her overnight bag and slipped it over her shoulders. She unbuckled the collar and she placed it carefully on the table for me.
I got up swiftly and grabbed her by the shoulders. She didn't want to look at me.
"Alexandra," I said gruffly, coaxing her face up so that her sea-green eyes met mine, "you said it yourself: you're mine."
I leaned in and claimed those swollen, used lips with my own. I tore open her mouth and ravaged her with my tongue. By the time we were done, she was flushed and panting. Good.
"Don't forget who you belong to," I growled and felt her body shudder against mine.
"Yes, Sir," she said.
Alexandra turned and walked out the front door. I watched her out the window until the headlights of her car disappeared down the road.
The beast was screaming.
LEXIE
When I pulled up to the house, the moon was already beginning its downward arc through the sky. I glanced at the clock; it was after three. I treaded a heavy line through the front door to the bedroom where I undressed and got into the shower. I never thought I'd be washing another man's scent from me as I waited for my husband to come home.
Who the hell was I?
All I knew was I didn't want to stop. And I felt bad. I felt so bad for doing this to Brian, but it wasn't about him. It didn't make sense, but I was tired of trying to understand this need to be dominated. It simply existed, and I would have to see it through to the end. There was a deviant stranger inside of me who needed to be let out of her cage.
I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Wow. My nipples were enlarged, swollen bright red raspberries. There were landmarks all over me: on my pussy, my thighs, and my ass. Oh my god, my ass!
My mouth dropped as I surveyed the damage. Crisscrossing all the blatant hand prints were long red lines from the switch. A few of those hand marks I was certain would turn to bruises tomorrow. Damn it, Derek. I should have known this would happen, even if he went easy on me. One doesn't get to be pale and ginger blonde without having sensitive skin.