“My my, you definitely are beautiful, reminds me of Johanna,” he says, stopping in front of me again. He runs his finger through my blonde locks and says, “Perhaps even more so.”
My mouth opens but nothing comes out – I don't know what to say at first.
Johanna.
“Um, is Johanna here? I'd like to see her?”
He shakes his head and take a step away from me. “Johanna is sleeping. She's very, very tired from our flight. You can see her in the morning.”
My shoulder sink. “Oh, alright,” I say, waiting for the opportune moment to slip away but Derek holds me in place with his stare.
He takes a slow step towards me again, invading my personal space. “But we can spend tonight...getting to know each other.”
I take a tentative step back. “Alright, what do you want to know about me?” I ask.
He smirks. “That is not how I want to get to know you.”
My lips part again with worry. He's hinting at something here. He can't mean what I think he means...can he?
I begin to step away from him. “Um, maybe in the morning. Would that be alright?”
He places himself between me and the stairwell and shakes his head.
“Absolutely not. I've been looking forward to sampling you all week,” he says with a lick of his lips.
I frown out of confusion. “What do you mean by...sampling me?” What would he want from me? He's successful and has anything a person can desire – “I don't really have anything I can give you.”
He laughs. “You are so sweet and innocent, Stacy. This is why I'm dying to corrupt you.”
Corrupt me? He's making me uncomfortable. He has me cornered, I just want to run from him yet at the same time I want to stay right here, trapped like his prey, and there’s just something deep within my curiosity that wants to know what he desires to do with me.
I back away, but keep my eyes on him, hoping he would eventually shorten the distance between us. “I don't know what this is about, but you're married to my Johanna,” I say.
“Indeed I am. And she's very happy. You wouldn't want to do anything to upset that, would you?”
My heart drops and I shake my head, glancing back down to the floor again.
Derek steps towards me, lifting my chin with a single finger. “Look at me,” he says again. “There's a lot I'm going to teach you, Stacy. Number one is that everything – and everyone – has a price. Do you understand that?”
I swallow hard, my hands shaking as I nod.
“Very good. Now if you want to accept this nice little life I’m providing for you, I'm going to need something from you.”
“I...just...just tell me what you want me to do,” I reply weakly.
He flashes me a malevolent smile.
“Where would I begin?” he asks as he traces his finger down my chest and between my breasts. My breathing deepens. “You see, Johanna is just so...vanilla.”
“Vanilla?” I repeat.
“In bed,” he says with dark eyes.
“Oh.” Does this mean he wants me to....oh no. What have I gotten myself into?
His hand continues to trace down the front of me until he reaches my crotch.
“She's much older and set in her ways,” he continues, “but you...you are ripe, fresh and eager to learn.”
His touch on me is delicious, my muscles contract as I feel his hand travel underneath the hem of my dress, brushing my thighs and finding my lace panties.
“So what do you say?”
I begin to speak but my voice hitches at the feeling of his finger stroking me over my panties. I've never been touched like this by a man before, but I suddenly understood the appeal – even though this man is forbidden, I can't deny how amazing it feels.
But no. I can't do this. I couldn't do this to Johan! This is her husband! And what a dog he is, not just for approaching another woman but the young woman she brought to his house!
Regretfully, I shake my head. “I—I can't. Johanna, she--”
“Would be happy. She doesn't even like sex. Especially not the way I fuck,” he says, peaking my curious imagination.
He closes in on me, inserting his hand farther between my legs, my clit is as hard and he’s stroking my clit even harder. I bite my lip, straining to not reveal my reaction to the stimulation.
“I can't, please, I--”
I try to protest but I can't as I feel him move my panties aside and find my hole, teasing it with his finger before slipping inside me easily, as I'm already soaked. My cheeks burn with embarrassment.
With satisfaction he smiles.
“It's good to know you want this too.”
I shake my head as he continues to move his fingers within me. I swear I can't stop my body from reacting the way it does. He slips another finger inside me and presses me against the wall with the full weight of his body.
“Let's not pretend like we both don't want this,” he says through gritted teeth. His mouth falls into the nape of my neck, assaulting the delicate skin with his tongue and teeth. I muffle a groan and curl my hands around his shoulders. I have to make him stop before I can't!
I try pushing him but he only slams me against the wall harder. His hand comes up to my breast, grabbing and stroking me as he continues to finger my tight cunt.
“You’re so fucking wet, Stacy,” he whispers into my ear.
He's too strong – and being pressed between his hard body and the wall makes me hotter. “Derek, please…” I moan softly.
And he stops, pulling out of me and away from me.
I see him unbutton his fly and pull his dick out of his pants, stroking it long and slow as he keeps his low lidded gaze on me. He's so large that even thinking of him inside me makes my pussy ache.
“Come here and get on your knees in front of me.”
Slowly, I do as Johanna’s husband says, pressing my knees against the cement floor of his basement. His cock is in his hand and it's directed right at me.
“Ah, but first,” he says as he moves away from me. I turn to watch him as he makes his way to the other side of the room. “Turn around,” his voice booming and echoing off the wall, and I do it, waiting helplessly on my knees.
CHAPTER 4
I hear something rattle behind me – it sounds like clanking metal. He comes up behind my back, kneeling down to my height – I can feel his breath on my neck as he fastens something cold and metallic around my wrists – but I don't dare look. I try to move my hands apart, but I can't – he has me in handcuffs.
“Now, I'm going to show you how to pleasure a man properly,” he says, bringing his hand up under my chin and parting my lips with his thumb. “Open for me.”
I should run, I should scream, but I can't say no to him – the thought of saying no to him, I desire him too much, his dark twisted crave for me. So I open my mouth as he commands. He brings his cock to my mouth, pressing the tip between my lips and forcing me to open my mouth wider. This is wrong – so very wrong!
“Perfect,” he speaks as he pushes his cock over my tongue. “Now run your tongue over my length.”
A muffled whimper escapes my mouth as I wriggle my tongue against him. I hear his groans from overhead as he clutches the sides of my head with his hand, pushing me closer to him and making me choke.
“Control yourself and take in all of me. You can do this, sweetheart.”
I shut my eyes hard at the humiliation. I'm on my knees, sucking off the babysitter’s husband! He wraps his hand around the back of my neck as he settles further into my mouth. I try to control my gag reflex, to some success, feeling his entire length fill my mouth.
From my knees I see his head fall back as he tangles his hands in my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, faster with each stroke to the point that I'm struggling to keep up with him. He holds my head in place as he fucks my face with wild abandon, not letting me pull away, burying his cock deeper into my throat as he climaxes. His cock twitches and pulses hard in my mouth aga
inst my tongue as I feel his hot juices squirt into me and down my throat.
“Swallow it. All of it,” he commands.
I can barely even stomach the thought, but I swallow all of his seed.
“Good girl,” he says with a pat on the head. He pulls out of me.
He unfastens my handcuffs and I stand up awkwardly in the middle of his room, disgusted with myself at how turned on I am by all of this.
“Why don't you remove that dress of yours?” he asks.
My shoulders slump – he's not done with me yet. “What else do you want with me?” I ask, my voice cracking.
“My dear I'm far from being done with you,” he replies with lustful eyes. “Now remove your dress, or I'll do it for you.”
I would be mortified for our babysitter’s husband to see me half naked – in fact, I still am, as I pull my tunic up over my head and discard it next to me on the floor, followed by my leggings. I can feel his eyes burning into my skin as he excitedly takes in every inch of my body. I watch as his hand falls into his crotch.
His fingertips graze my waist as his eyes fall into my cleavage. He pulls me closer to him and I shudder against the fine material of his tailored suit. He smells like citrus and musky woods and it's almost intoxicating. He moans into my ear as his hands slide down my back and over the curve of my ass, groping me roughly.
“You are absolutely exquisite, Stacy,” he says and I don't know what to say. No man has ever said something like that to me, let alone a billionaire.
Hold on. Wait. This is my baby-sister’s babysitter’s husband. What am I thinking?
Abruptly, he backs away from me again. “Keep going,” he says, watching me intently.
“But, I don't have anything else on under this,” I say, looking down at my lacy white bra and matching panties. I'm already revealing too much – I should've known that wearing cheekies and a demi bra was a bad idea.
“I said keep going,” he repeats, his voice sounding agitated.
There’s something about him taking full control and giving me strict orders that makes my body reacts in ways I’ve never felt before. My cheeks burn red hot as I reach around my back to unhook my bra, feeling nothing but shame and heat as I discard it, baring my naked breasts to him. He licks his lips just looking at them, and I reach to cover myself.
His hand touches my stomach and travels up to my breast, tickling my nipples with two of his fingers. He spins me around and I gasp as he grabs me by the breasts, fondling me like he hasn't touched a woman in ages and pulling me close against him again. I can feel his erection hard against my ass.
“Do you know what I call this room, Stacy?” he asks as he feels me up.
“Your torture chamber?” I say sarcastically.
He laughs darkly. “My dear. For you, yes, some of this will be torture. But for me, it's my pleasure chamber.”
Shit.
“Let's try out one of my newest toys, shall we?” he says as he guides my body across the room. He thrusts my arms up high above my head, shackling them both in restraints that are attached to the ceiling.
CHAPTER 5
With my limbs restrained by the straps from the ceilings like medieval torture, I feel his fingers slip under the straps of my thong – he places kisses along my spine as he moves down, taking my underwear with him. I grip my restraints tightly at the feeling of being completely naked before him.
“Step out,” he says, prompting me to lift my feet. He takes my panties and stands back up with them. He pulls my head back by my hair and says, “Open.”
I open my mouth wide and he stuffs my panties inside. Gross. But hot.
“Good girl,” he says with an evil smile.
I can't do anything but hang there and watch him as he moves across the room again. He opens up a cabinet, revealing several utensils fixed on the wall – paddles of different sizes, whips, chains, and....wait, is he going to use these? On me?
I panic.
He looks back at me, noticing my apprehension and just laughs.
“How about I let you pick,” he says, knowing full well I can't actually talk through this gag.
“The paddle?” he asks, pointing to it. I shake my head and mumble against the gag.
“The whip then, perhaps?” I do the same, again, but louder.
“Ah, maybe the chain?”
Seriously? A chain? Has he lost his mind?
“I think we have a winner! The whip it is then.”
I close my eyes tight – there are no winners in this game. Only him.
He's standing behind me so I can't see him at all right now, but I can hear him shuffling with my eyes closed, bracing my body for the impending impact of the whip. He waits a good minute before he finally--
“Ayyeee!” I yelp through my gag as the whip collides with the soft flesh of my ass. It stings, and I know there's no way that isn't going to leave a mark.
Derek is relentless. He hits me again and again with the whip, one after another without a break. I groan and moan, struggling against my restraints and I feel them digging into my skin, but it doesn't compare to the stinging pain of the whip.
“Stop struggling, or I'll make this even harder.” he says, and I instantly still my hands.
He whips me three more times in a row – it's making me wet and it hurts so good, but I'm not sure how much more of it I can take.
“Just a few, but if you aren't good I'll double it.”
I shut my eyes again. A muffled whimper escapes my throat as he whips my ass once more. I bite my lip hard, feeling the crack against my body two more times. And then, he stops.
I open my eyes and he's directly behind me. His hand slide around my waist to my stomach.
“Mmm, you did excellent. I'm impressed. Most crack after the first two,” he says, and I can't help but to somehow feel proud then wonders how many women he's put through this. Hell, has he put my Johanna through this?
I hear him undo his belt, followed by the sound of it hitting the floor. My body stiffens.
“Are you ready for me, Stacy?” he asks as he unbuttons his zipper behind me. Whether my answer is yes or no, it all sounds the same through the gag. But part of me wants it – I don't know why and I know it's wrong, but I can't deny it.
He grips my hips, pulling me back to a slight angle. My wrists tug tighter against the cuffs and I can barely stand the pain, but I'm more than eager for the pleasure that comes with it. I feel his cock slide through my cheeks, teasing my hole, and I grip the rope above my head tightly.
“Do you like this, Stacy?” he asks seductively as he continues to tease me.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss.
“How much?”
“So much...” I reply breathlessly.
“What do you say?”
“I...what?”
“What do you say when you want something?”
“I want this, please.”
“Please who?”
“Please, Derek, fuck me!”
CHAPTER 6
Derek moans and I feel the head of his cock penetrate me. I groan, throwing my head back, he pushes deeper and deeper into me, gripping my hips tighter with every stride. I feel his skin against mine as he fills me completely with his length. His hand winds around me, disappearing between my legs as he begins to rock slowly into me. He stimulates my clit with his finger and I groan at the top of my lungs, barely being able to contain it all, and he's just getting started.
His hips begin to pull back farther from me and he thrusts into me, harder and faster each time. He groans, sexily, as I wrap my foot around his ankle, barely being able to move any other part of my body. He's holding my body tightly against his as I orgasm into him. Losing control with him is absolute ecstasy.
He comes not long after I do, moving me forward and setting me back in my place. I can barely stand or catch my breath as he sets my wrists free from the cuffs. I grip my wrists in my op
posite hands – they're sore and blistered with deep indentations, but it was all worth it.
“Come here, Stacy,” he says, beckoning me with his finger as he moves towards the large metal table in the room. I slowly move towards him, standing just a few feet away from him.
“Grab the edge of the table, please,” he says.
“What? Why?”
“Just fucking do it! Bend over and grab the edge of the desk! You don't seem to understand how to listen and that's why I need to slap some sense into you.”
My eyes widen. “No, no, I'm sorry!”
“You're only going to make things worse for yourself,” he growls, “now do as I say or I'll make this is a lot more painful for you.”
I look away from him and clutch the edge with my hands. He pulls my hips back and until I'm bent at an angle, and prompts me to open my legs by inserting his hand between my upper thighs.
I squeal as soon as I feel his hand slap my ass. It still stings from the whipping earlier, and this is just making it even worse.
He slaps me even harder against my bare butt – I wince at the pain. He pulls his hand away, only to crack it against my cheek once again.
“Now maybe you'll understand how to obey me. Do you respect me, Stacy?” He asks.
He slaps me hard. “Yes! Yes I respect you,” I reply desperately.
“Will you obey me from now on?” He hits me again.
I groan.
“Yes, yes I will obey you.”
“I'm not convinced,” he says, hitting me so hard that I yell out loud.
“Yes I will obey you!”
“You'll obey...who?”
“I'll obey you, Derek.”
“You learn quickly, dear.”
He leans back and does not hit me again – I breathe a sigh of relief.
He's seated on a large high backed leather chair now.
“Why don't you come sit on my lap?” he asks.
I freeze at the sight of his hard cock again, but I don't dare disobey him. I move closer to his chair and he grabs my hips, turning me around and lowering me to his lap.
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