by Sasha Byrne
Tiffany turned to look over her shoulder. Strands of her fine blonde hair were stuck to her cheeks, from crying or sweat, he could not tell.
Her body started to twitch and shake as she frantically tried talking to him through the gag in her mouth.
Mike crouched down, his splayed knees framing her prone form. Reaching out, he stroked the curls away from her cheek. “Shhh, baby doll. Stop twisting about; those binds are going to tear up your wrists.”
Tiffany’s body calmed at his touch, but she still tried shouting around the gag. Her eyes flashed in anger at the delay.
“Oh, I don’t think we’ll be removing that gag just yet. You and I are going to have a little fun first.”
Tiffany renewed her struggles in earnest. Despite the gag, he was fairly certain he could make out several choice words. Bastard. Fuck you. Dick.
Mike rose to his full height, towering over her. Careful so as not to truly harm her, he stepped on the long blonde locks splayed across the wooden floor. Placing his foot close enough to her skull to pull the hair painfully taut, he watched as fresh tears sprung to her eyes from the painful sting.
She immediately fell silent.
“That’s better. I see you learn quickly. That will save you some pain later,” he said, his tone light and amusing, belying the portent of his words.
Observing her through shuttered eyes, he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. After releasing the four buttons closest to his throat, he pulled the shirt with the vest over his head. The swift movement exposed his thickly muscled chest. A large tattoo covered his left pec and shoulder. It was a black, vicious looking scorpion. Kicking off his shoes, his hands reached for his belt. Releasing the prongs, he pulled the leather strip free with a snap. Laying the belt within reach over the iron bed-railing, he said, “I think we’ll keep that handy, huh, princess.”
His hands went back to his slacks. With a flick of his wrist, he released the button and lowered the zipper. His cock sprang free. The shaft was thick and long with a large bulbous head. Any woman, even a whore, would have been intimidated by its sheer girth and length. Fisting his cock, he gave it a few strokes as he let his slacks slide over his powerful thighs onto the floor.
Once again crouching low, the head of his cock brushed her chin as he placed his palm against her forehead. Forcing her head to tilt back, he examined her face closely. She was a pretty piece. He had clocked her the moment she had arrived at Belle’s Beauties. Out of all the whores there, he had wanted most to sink his cock between her thighs. Trouble was, this was a good gig. It wasn’t so much the bartender tips as the extra cash he earned doing favors for Maribelle and her clientele. Not wanting to screw it up, he had kept his hands… and his cock… to himself.
Now Maribelle had given him the nod, if only for a short time to show Tiffany what it felt like to be dominated by a real man. He wasn’t one of those fumbling school boys Tiffany probably left behind in the Midwest or some inept salesman from Chicago. For months he had watched her scornfully lead man after man around by the short hairs. She didn’t fool him. Women like her may profess to find pleasure in wrapping a man around their finger, but he knew the truth.
Secretly they yearned for a man to step up, to bring them to heel. They didn’t need more empty compliments about their tits or face. They needed someone to grab their hair and force them onto their knees. They needed to feel the burn of a man’s hand on their ass to remind them their true purpose was to please a man, not the other way around.
“Well, baby girl. I know exactly what I’m going to do to this sexy little body of yours. First I’m going to remove the gag. Your first words will determine how soft or rough it will be.”
Mike pulled the wet piece of torn, cheap silk from between her lips. Their usual pink fullness was swollen to painful proportions from the pinch of the gag.
“You mother fucking cocksucker! If you don’t untie me this instant, the second I get free the first thing I’m going to do is put my foot up your ass!” screeched Tiffany. “And get your dick out of my face before I bite the god damn thing off!”
Yes, if there ever was a woman who needed an attitude adjustment from a man, it was Tiffany. Apparently the schooling she had gotten from Lola and Jasmine did not make enough of an impression on the stubborn bitch.
“Place my fist up your ass? Why, baby girl, you read my mind,” he rejoined sarcastically.
Closing his ears to her curse-filled response, Mike easily lifted her still trussed form into his arms. Placing her on the bed among the rumpled sheets and remnants of her torn lingerie, he positioned her on her knees with her face crushed against the mattress. When she tried to rise up and move away, he placed a single hard slap right in the center of her plump, right ass cheek.
Grabbing her bound wrists in one large hand to keep her still, he took hold of the dildo still protruding from her ass. Before removing it, he gave it a good hard twist. Tiffany cried out in shocked pain, the lube used to force the rubber dick up her ass having long melted into her hot skin. Twisting the shaft again, he began to slowly pull it out. He wanted her to feel every thick inch as it made its way down her tight passage. Finally, the ridged head popped out.
Tiffany moaned her relief.
Mike watched the bright red ring of her puckered hole spasm and twitch as her body tried to close the now gaping hole. He was fairly certain she wasn’t one of those whores. The kind that took it up the ass. Reaching out, he traced the angry skin of her opening with the tip of his finger.
“Was this the first time you have had something pushed up your ass, baby girl?”
“Go to hell,” she mumbled into the sheets.
Mike grabbed his leather belt. Folding it in half, he raised his arm high. Swinging powerfully down, he peppered her bottom with several vicious lashings, not stopping till he saw the bright red strips decorating her once perfectly pale skin.
Tiffany sobbed as she shifted her hips from one side to the other, vainly trying to deflect the blows. “Stop! Stop!” she pleaded.
“I’ll ask again. This time I expect a respectful response,” warned Mike. “Is this the first time you’ve had something up your ass?”
“Yes,” groused Tiffany.
“Yes, sir,” corrected Mike.
Without hesitation, knowing any pause would get her another set of blows from his belt, she said, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” soothed Mike as he ran his hand over her lower back and ass cheek, liking the feel of her leather-warmed skin.
Taking a step back, he picked up the bottle of lube Lola had left behind in her basket of tricks and toys. Upending the bottle, he gave it a hard squeeze, watching as the clear gel slid between her cheeks to drip inside her still painfully open asshole.
Tiffany gave a start from the feel of the cold liquid in such a warm, forbidden place.
Mike then liberally coated his right hand in the clear gel. Once more grabbing her bound wrists to keep her under his control, he placed the tips of two fingers at her puckered entrance. The stretching she’d received from the dildo would be nothing compared to forcing her body to accept his large fist. He felt the soft ridges of her entrance as he swept his fingers round and round her hole, spreading the lube.
“Please, Mike. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll let you fuck me, just don’t stick that thing back inside me. I couldn’t bear it,” whined Tiffany.
“I’m taking what I want, princess, whether you let me or not. But I will promise you that I’m not sticking the dildo back in.”
Her shoulders visibly sagged with relief at his assurance.
Mike easily pushed two fingers into her hole, thrusting them in and out. It was easy for her still slightly gaping ass to adjust… then he added a third finger.
Tiffany whimpered and shifted her hips forward, away from the intrusion. Using his grip on her wrists, he pulled her back into position before adding a fourth finger.
Her hips dropped as she cried out in pain and shock. “Mike! You promised”.
“I said I wasn’t putting the dildo up your ass. I didn’t say I still wouldn’t be shoving my fist up there.”
She let out a cry of alarm as she tried to look over her shoulder to plead with him. “You can’t! You’ll tear me!”
Mike gave an unconcerned shrug. “Maybe. Then again, maybe you should have watched that bitchy mouth of yours.”
He forced his four fingers into her tight passage just past his last knuckle. Twisting his wrist, he worked her bottom, watching as the delicate skin turned from angry red to pale white as it was stretched and strained.
Tiffany gave out a keening wail the moment he added his thumb.
Mike released her wrists for a moment and slipped his hand between her thighs. Flicking her wet clit with this two fingers, he chided, “Whine all you want, baby. This tells me you like the pain.” He pinched her clit for emphasis.
Tiffany let out a tortured moan through clenched teeth.
“That’s it. Moan for me.” Mike grinned as he watched her struggle with her reaction.
“No,” she groaned. “I don’t like this.” They both knew she was lying.
“You’re a born pain slut. Admit it. Tell me to push my fist into your ass.”
“No.” Tiffany vigorously shook her head in protest.
“Tell. Me. To fist your ass,” he growled, giving her clit a twist.
“God, please,” she screamed.
“That’s not what I want to hear,” Mike said, twisting her clit again.
“Please! Fist my ass!”
“Good girl,” he said, popping his hand the whole way inside her body.
Her body shook and trembled; a fine sheen of sweat covered her back and thighs. Her hair was a knotted, wet mess. Her skin still bore the harsh red marks from not only his punishment but Lola’s lash as well.
She looked sexy as fuck.
Mike could feel the heat from her body clench around his hand. The ring of muscle that guarded her forbidden entrance clamped around his wrist, almost pulling him in deeper. He pulled back slowly, watching as her hole opened, the skin clinging to his hand, till only the tips remained inside her heat.
Without warning, he thrust his hand back in to his wrist.
Tiffany screamed from the torment. Her upper body collapsed, her shoulders falling to the mattress as she tore at the sheets with her sharp teeth in her frenzy of pain.
Knowing she was now too far gone to resist, Mike pulled at the binds around her wrists. Her arms fell limply to her side. He released her leg binds as well.
Using his free arm, he flipped Tiffany onto her back.
“Open your knees. Wide,” he commanded.
She obeyed. Her slim thighs fell open in a lewd fashion.
Splaying his free hand over her flat stomach, he thrust his hand into her ass further.
Tiffany thrashed her head from side to side as she bit her lip. A small drop of crimson blood slid to the corner of her swollen pink lips.
“Hold on, baby girl. It’s about to get a whole lot more painful.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as her face crumpled. Her tiny hands gripped the sheets as her stomach tensed.
Pressing down on her stomach, he curled the fingers of his right hand still buried deep inside her… into a solid fist.
“No. No. No. No. No,” whimpered Tiffany mindlessly.
He could feel the knot of his fist against the palm of his left hand as it pressed harder down onto the soft skin of her stomach. A powerful primal urge roared inside him, knowing despite her profession, no one had ever completely owned her body as he did in this moment. Ruthlessly, he twisted his wrist, moving his fist in a circle deep inside her ass.
His hard cock throbbed as it bounced against his thigh from his exertions.
“Where is my fist?”
“Inside me,” she moaned.
“Where is my fist?” he shouted.
“In my ass!” she shouted back on a sob. “It’s in my ass.”
“Who owns you now, baby? Who owns this ass?”
“You do,” she sobbed.
“Who?” he ground out as he gave his fist another twist.
“You, sir” she cried out.
“You’re damn right I do!”
Tiffany’s upper body raised off the bed as he pulled his fist free. Her mouth opened on a horrified, silent scream.
Without pausing, he forced his fist back into her now gaping hole. Pounding into her, his tan skin glistened from the lube. Her tight entrance turned a bright, hot red. Each time his fist cleared her tight ring, he would catch a glimpse of the deep, dark crimson of the most hidden part of her body before thrusting into her again.
The air was thick from the scent of musk and sweat. Sex.
Using the thumb of his left hand, he began to furiously rub her clit, sweeping it in tight circles around the sensitive, blood-filled nub.
“Cum.” He barked out the single word command.
“I can’t. It hurts too much.”
“Your cunt is dripping. You like this. Now cum or I’ll drive my fist so deep into your ass you’ll choke on it,” he threatened as he reached up to clamp down on one pert breast, letting his fingers dig deep into the plump flesh.
Just as he suspected, this bitch got off from the rough stuff. At his harsh command, he could feel her body tense beneath his hand as she screamed… this time from pleasure, not just pain.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for your new master.”
She slumped back against the bed. Her head lolling to the side as her eyes closed. Her beautiful skin flushed pink. Limp. Spent.
“We’re not done yet,” he warned. Driving his fist past her clenching, resisting inner muscles, he grasped her hip with his free hand. Her body slid forward till the soft under curve of her ass cheeks peeked out just past the end of the bed.
“On your knees.”
Tiffany didn’t move. “But… but your hand.”
“What about it?”
“How can I?”
“You’re just going to have to twist that sweet tight body around my arm. Come on, baby. Fuck yourself on my fist.”
Gingerly, Tiffany twisted her upper torso, placing her elbows to her side for support. Straightening her left leg, she swung it high and over his arm till her knee touched the bed. A gasp of pain escaped her lips as she shifted her body weight and raised up on her knees.
Watching her lithe body stretch, twist and maneuver while his fist was still dominating her from the inside, made his cock swell to even more painful proportions.
Once she was on her knees, he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her head down. The position pushed her hips and ass up even higher. Lining the round head of his cock at her cunt entrance, he pushed his hips forward, easily sliding inside her already slick entrance.
Mike let out a groan as he felt the pressure from his fist through the thin skin separating her tight passage from her cunt. The hard ridges of his knuckles scraped along the sensitive upper side of his thick shaft.
“Push back. Fuck me.”
Tiffany obeyed. Rocking her hips back, she forced her own body to swallow his dick.
He watched as both holes in her tiny body were stretched from his arm and cock. With the double penetration, she was fucking tight, her body clenching down on him. He could feel every tremble, every ripple, and every spasm from her hot sheath.
“Rub your pussy,” he ordered.
Tiffany reached between her thighs, using her two middle fingers to rub her clit.
“Oh god!” She came for the second time.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growled. His voice was dark with lust as her body clamped down around his cock with her orgasm.
Flattening the fingers of his right hand, he pulled his hand free from her ass. Giving her one final thrust, he pulled out of her pussy.
“On your back.”
Mike swung around to the other side of the small bed. Grabbing her hair, ignoring her cry of alarm, he used his grip on her curls to pull h
er body to the edge till her head hung over.
“Open your mouth.”
“Can’t you just finish in my pussy?”
Mike slapped her right breast, getting a sick pleasure from the large red handprint that appeared on her white flesh.
“Open. Your. Mouth.”
Without further protest, Tiffany opened her mouth, greedily swallowing his cock.
Mike thrust his dick past her lips, crushing her tongue down, not stopping till he felt the resistance at the back of her narrow throat.
Tiffany choked as her cheeks turned a mottled red. Her arms reached above her head to try to awkwardly push him back.
His strong fingers easily captured her slim wrists in one hand. He thrust his hips forward again, feeling the squeeze of her throat as the tapered entrance pressed against the head of his cock. He could feel the scrape of her teeth along the underside as he drove his hips back and forth, force fucking her mouth.
The only sound in the room was her gurgling gasps for breath in between his thrusts.
He watched as the outline of his cock rose against the thin skin of her throat. Once again he was dominating her from the inside. Owning her.
Releasing her wrists, he placed both hands over her breasts, gripping them, kneading them. Her nose tickled his balls as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Placing one foot up on the bed for leverage, he reached down and grasped her by the back of the head.
Pulling down, he allowed her one grasping gulp of air, before pushing his cock back in deep. Using his grip on her hair, he pumped her head up and down on his shaft, force feeding her his cock.
“You’ll swallow every drop.”
He thrust deep and let out a roar as he filled her mouth with his hot cum.
She obediently swallowed.
Once again a part of him was inside of her.