I stuck just the tip in and she tensed up, I guess from some residual pain from the last night. I slowly guided my way into her tight walls as they gripped me, compromising my composure. She felt better than anyone I’d ever had. Probably because she was so inexperienced is what I chalked it up to at the time. Still tight from lack of use.
Moving in a steady motion and playing with her nipples, she slowly relaxed her muscles and I picked up my pace. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll only think of me.” I eyed her as I spoke.
She moaned and I continued to maneuver inside her. “I want you to orgasm at my command every time I invade this pussy from now on.” I rocked her back and forth as my momentum was now a forceful motion. I could feel my balls sticking to her ass as I went into her. “You like the way I fuck you?” I asked her with a lustful tone. She nodded as her eyes tried to stay open and focused. But her grip tightened around me as she was almost there. I quickly pulled out. “Not yet.” She groaned in frustration until I pushed it back inside her all the way.
Her head fell back as if she was in pure bliss. I was ready to climax so I pulled out again and unstrapped her. But left the mouth strap on and took her to the wall where I made her face it, then quickly cuffed her hands and hung them over the hook on the wall. I brought her hips back toward me.
“Are you ready?” I asked her. She nodded, so I pushed my way in, this time with a speed she didn't see coming. I was rock hard and my balls were tight. I was so ready to let it all out. “Fuck, Natasha, you’re so wet.” I groaned as she moaned. I knew her orgasm was approaching and I wanted to have one with her. “Now, Natasha.” I groaned as I slammed into her as my balls released the pressure. She made a muffled scream in ecstasy as her body trembled. She shook violently against my body as our sweat mixed.
She was amazing!
NATASHA
I stood in complete exhaustion as he had just played with my body until I had to beg him to fuck me. I didn’t like the begging part of it at all but the reward was worth it. He wouldn’t let me scream which was hard all on its own.
I stood panting as his warm sweaty body collapsed against mine. My wrists were beginning to hurt in that position as I stood there with my arms slightly above my head where he had hooked them on the wall.
“Now that you have obeyed me, you can move to the next level,” he said with a matter of fact tone.
In my mind, I was trying to grasp that level, there was never any talk about levels! He unbuckled the mouth strap. I had to open and close my mouth a few times, as it was sore from the strap. “I thought I belonged to you for 24 hours. Then I go back to my life and you go back to yours. I mean I only went to the party as a fill in. I’m not going to be one of those girls. Not ever.”
He laughed, lightly. “This isn't about BBC. This is about me finding my newbie. You are my new recruit. You see, I branded you, which gave me the right to you for as long as I want. And, I want you, Natasha. All to myself.”
I was in a total mental mind fuck at that point. I had never agreed to being branded nor being any fucking recruit. “Dani tricked me into going, didn’t she? So I could be branded by some sex addicted asshole of a billionaire. She knew what would happen to me and she did it without telling me a thing about what would happen if I went with her.”
“Don’t feel betrayed. Dani did only what is required of her through her contract. You see we all have our wants and I always get what I want. If you want out, you must find another BBC member willing to take you with my brand on you. Trust me that’s next to impossible,” he said, leaving me angry.
My blood was boiling and I wanted nothing more to do with the man nor his sick games. All because I helped a friend out with a favor and was nearly desperate for money. I wasn’t that desperate and if she’d been honest with me, I’d never have gone. “This is bullshit! I never agreed to this.”
“Did you let me stamp you? Did you let me fuck you not once but twice? And did you agree to belong to me?”
He asked an awful lot of questions as my mind was trying to play catch up to this catch 22. My mind was fuzzy with the last night's drinking. I couldn’t recall if I agreed to those things or if he just fucking did them. But I did agree, in a sober state, to go there with him that day. I did do that much. His hand grazed my shoulder and I pulled away from him with a look of disgust on my face. “Don’t.”
“Natasha. You know the rules,” he reminded me of him being in charge. But at that moment I didn’t care about his fucking rules. I wanted to hate him for tricking me into that mess of a club he belonged to. He tried to touch me again and I batted his hand away. “Natasha, that’s grounds for a punishment and after that amazing fuck I don’t want to punish you.”
He came closer to me even as I flinched at the touch of his hand on my body but didn’t pull away or try to stop him. The fear was creeping in with the reality that I was completely alone with the man. I wanted to erase him from my memory.
“I don’t care what you do at this point because I’m not playing your sick game. Bill, or whatever your name is,” I spat angrily as I gathered my courage and glared at him.
But that only seemed to amuse him as a smile curved his caramel colored lips. “Have it your way.” He walked away and gathered my clothes off the floor as I laid on the bed in a weak puddle of self-loathing for what I’d done.
I’d let a total stranger brand me and fuck me in a bathroom. In a warehouse full of people, I didn’t know. To top that off, I was back in the same warehouse being fucked again by the man, with my agreement.
Every inch of my body ached. My mouth was sore from the mouth strap he’d put back on me to keep me quiet. And I was not sure what he was doing at that moment, gathering my clothes. Surely he wasn’t going to let me leave that place. Not so soon.
“Put on your clothes,” he said, nonchalantly as he tossed them onto the bed next to me.
Easing my sore body off the bed, I pulled my jeans and shirt on, leaving the bra and torn panties he’d sent me right where he’d thrown them. My mouth hurt and I could feel the raw places on both sides of it where the leather had cut into my flesh.
He watched me as I dressed, then I picked up my heels and turned to leave. He didn’t say a word as I touched the door knob. I was sure he didn’t mean to let me leave before the 24 hours was up. I half expected him to come up behind me and drag me back to his torturous bed. Instead, I saw him out of the corner of my eye, lie down on the bed, on his side. He was watching me.
When nothing came from him, I turned the knob and opened the door. I don’t know why I didn’t just make a run for it but I didn’t do that at all. I turned back and looked at him.
He looked right back at me with those dark eyes shining at me from behind his black mask. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him. But I knew he wasn’t about to be that man. That man who would suddenly change his nature and be boyfriend material.
That man was anything but the kind of man you took home to meet your father. My father would’ve killed that man. In a heartbeat!
NICHOLAI
As she left the room that day with obvious confusion, I felt as if maybe she wanted something more. Something I didn’t have to give. Whatever it was she desired, I could only fulfill sex and control. But I had enjoyed the sassy beauty as she ranted about belonging to me.
That night I wanted to set the rules down but I couldn’t or she would’ve definitely walked away before I really got to know her. Dani had given me Natasha’s cell number. But she wasn’t responding to any of my messages or calls.
I was beginning to think she liked to be punished. I let her leave that warehouse but I had no intentions of letting her go. I thought she understood that.
With no other choices after a week without her, I went for my backup plan. Like I said, I wanted her. I get what I want, no matter what.
“Nicholai, are you listening,” my father yelled across the board table.
“I hear you, Father.” I looked over at him as I pla
yed with the ink pen, still thinking about Natasha.
“So you will close this account by the end of the month? Catch a flight to Bangkok first thing!” he shouted, pushing the client portfolio to me as he got up and walked out of the boardroom with his stakeholders behind him.
My assistant sat at my side as everyone else left the board room. “Jen, get a list of interns so I can have some help around here. We need some fresh faces. Make sure this one is at the top of the list.” I handed her a sheet with a list of names and Natasha Greenwell was the top priority. I wanted her. I wanted her right under my nose!
I sat making business calls the rest of the day before going down to the warehouse for the company. Grimm Defense and Technology was my family owned company and I had been elected as CEO just a year after graduating.
I hated working for my family and I hated the business we were in. I put on my hard hat to walk through the warehouse with the supervisor and line manager. “We’ll have the back orders out by the end of the quarter but we have another problem,” Chris, the warehouse supervisor said, turning toward me.
“Yeah, what's that?” I asked.
They both looked at one another, then Chris said, “The FBI has been lurking around here.”
So it seemed we had fallen under the FBI’s radar for the umpteenth time. “Alright, I’ll handle it. Just don’t make that the gossip of the warehouse.” I said sternly, giving them back the hard hat before I left.
I had an idea just who was lurking around the property and I would be paying them a visit as soon as I had the time to do that. My father didn’t need to get wind of any of that. He’d blame me for certain. He always found some reason for things to be my fault.
My father, Nicholas Grimm, was a hard, controlling man and as much as I couldn’t stand him for it, I found myself being that way many times too.
I grew up under his rule and it wasn’t the best as my mother was a definite mute when it came to him. When I began working at the company my grandfather, my father’s father, had started when he came here from Germany, I became a part of the BBC which was a club my grandfather helped orchestrate.
I found out about my father’s many affairs. I loved my mother, no matter how my father felt about her trapping him as she was a BBC newbie he’d never planned to marry.
My father was anything but faithful to my mother. He told me many times, monogamy was not a human way. I had begun to believe him as I’d yet to find one woman who could hold my attention for any length of time.
It was Natasha who already filled my head more than any other ever had. I knew I needed to get her out of my system and fast.
There was no other way to handle it!
NATASHA
It had been almost two weeks since I’d seen Bill, or whatever his name was, and I was kind of tossing up the idea of giving into him. He had been calling and texting, which I'd ignored.
He also sent gifts with messages that spoke of how I belonged to him. One message was attached to a gorgeous flower arrangement in a very expensive vase. It was explicit, with details of how he’d make me cry with a need for him to fill me again. Which I did feel when I read the words. But I’d yet to indulge in anything with him, as bad as my body was in need of his rapture.
Dani explained to me what was in her contract and how she had fallen into such a ridiculous agreement. But some part of me still felt like she should’ve warned me about what it was I’d be getting myself into by going, including the branding rule. Maybe she was just doing what was demanded of her and it was all a part of her contractual arrangement. I didn’t care at that point. I had effectively gotten away from the spoiled man.
I grabbed a piece of toast as I headed out that day. Headed to class to turn in a research paper. It was my last year and I was ready to be done with the tedious workload.
I had found another box sitting on the counter when I ventured out of my bedroom. The resident hall manager had to be on the man’s payroll as he secretly delivered the boxes to our dorm suite every single day.
Instead of opening it, I took it to my room and hid it away in the closet. I would go through the boxes and see what he had sent me, eventually. As far as I was concerned, he was still on my bad side and no gift would change that.
When I got on campus I noticed a job fair was going on and a recruiter was scouting for interns. I had a few minutes until my class started so I went to see what companies were there.
There weren’t any I was interested in so I walked through the crowd of students and headed on to class. Once I got to class and took a seat, I looked through my emails, noticing three more came during the night from Bill. I deleted them without opening any of them.
Professor O’Hara came into his classroom and made a bee line for me. “Hi, Professor O’Hara.” I gave him a smile as I put away my cell.
“Good morning, Miss Greenwell, I’m guessing you brought your research paper.” He took a seat a few chairs away.
“Yes, this time, I finished it.” I chuckled at him because that midterm paper was never turned in and this was a makeup paper.
“I wanted to see you because you have an internship offer and I gave them a recommendation for you. It’s not my ideal company but it gives you at least something since you do need experience,” he told me.
I knew I had to find an internship before graduation. But none of the companies I saw outside stood out to me as anything that would help my future career.
“Where?” I asked after a moment of thinking.
He cleared his throat. “Grimm Defense and Technology. Here is the internship application and a little background on the company.” He sat it on the desk and walked back down to the front of the class.
I ran my eyes over the application as a girl named Sara sat next to me. “Hey, I just spoke to the recruiter for that company you’re holding an application for. Are you going to apply for the internship?”
I had barely paid any attention to it until then. “I don’t know. I never considered the defense industry.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Well, I hope you do so I’ll at least know someone there,” she whispered as the lecture had begun. “The recruiter signed me up already.
“I’ll apply then. What department did you get assigned to?” I asked her.
“The IT department, so apply for that one too.”
At the end of class, I turned my internship application in to the professor and headed to my next class. The damn boxes kept coming to my mind for some reason. All throughout that day, they kept popping into my head so I made a decision to end the curiosity and open them all when I got home.
When I got home that afternoon, I put a frozen TV dinner in the oven and changed into a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt. After I pulled all the boxes out the closet, I sat Indian style on the floor in my bedroom and went through the things.
In the first box was what looked to be crotchless panties and a matching bra set with a note, ‘You belong to me. So I’ll wait, Natasha, until you make the move. But every ignored letter will result in a punishment.’ I balled the letter up then tossed it into the trashcan.
By the time I finished opening the boxes and finding naughty pieces of near nothings, I was wanting him in the worst way with an empty bottle of wine next to me and my dinner burning in the oven.
After taking care of the ruined dinner, I made a decision. I was done holding out on the man. I felt an urge to feel his hands on my body again. I’m sure it was the wine and lack of food that had me so ready to get back to him. I knew there would be punishments for how I had ignored him.
But that brand was still on my shoulder. That ink must’ve had henna in it or something because it never washed off. I looked at it every night when I got out of the shower and something inside of me didn’t care if he spanked me, I could let that happen. I needed to feel him again.
I looked through my closet for something kinky to wear. I had a red bandage dress and I added a pair of black heels. Under that, I put on a nu
de bra and the crotchless pantie set he’d sent me.
I put on smoky eye makeup and candy apple lip stain with a Venetian mask, he’d put in one of the boxes too. I straightened my hair until it was bone straight.
When I was all put together, I grabbed my keys. I was heading to the BBC warehouse. I knew he would be there. It was Friday after all. The same night I first met him.
I was going back to him, ready to accept my punishment and him. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
The Bond: Part Two
NATASHA
My adrenaline was rushing as I sat in my car, outside of the building I was pretty sure, my man, Bill was inside of. The parking lot was full of expensive cars, it was Friday night and the bad boy billionaires were on the prowl.
Gathering my courage, I went to the door and knocked three times. The same guy opened the little door and he peeked out at me. “BBC entertainment,” I said.
“Greenwell.” He smiled and opened the door, giving me a different stamp this time. I walked down the same dark dank stairwell to the red door and knocked four times in the top corners. The door opened, surprising me. There was a different woman there that time. “BBC sex.” I gave her the code.
She smiled lightly and checked the stamp on my hand then gestured for me to go inside without a word said between us.
I walked through the room as eyes peered at me from both the women and the men. But my focus was on finding Bill. He wasn’t at the poker table or any game table for that matter.
I walked toward the hall that the rooms were down, opposite the bathrooms. The first room was empty as I opened the unlocked door.
Then the second door was also unlocked and I found two men and a woman inside of that one. The woman was being mounted by one of the masked men while the other watched. I shut that door in a hurry and opened the third door.
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