by Wilde, Rhea
He didn’t relent. He continued to punish me in a way I had never felt before. As I tried to protest, he suddenly gripped my hair and jerked my head back. The gasp was stuck in my throat. With my head cocked, I opened my eyes and saw that more of the audience surrounding me had turned their attention to me. The way they looked at me was so familiar. It felt as if I had this feeling before. Then I remembered. I was center stage once again. I was naked and exposed for everybody to see. The only difference was that I was no longer in complete control. But I accepted it because it was Luther. I wanted him. And if this is the way it was, then I accepted it.
I no longer shrieked with pain from each of his spanks. I gritted my teeth and grunted with each slap. I could only imagine how red my ass was at this point. But that was the last thing I was thinking of. I pictured myself naked and bound, on my knees before him. My ass was in the air and my head was tilted upward with Luther just behind me. Our audience was captivated. Slowly, it was beginning to turn me on.
I could feel myself beginning to vibrate with pleasure. Between my legs, something was spilling out. The wetness trailed down my thigh and made me shiver. I shut my eyes and let the pleasure rack my body. I was desperate not for him to stop but to keep going.
As he massaged my undoubtedly swollen ass, he trailed his fingers down between my legs. I shuddered from his touch as his finger pressed against my clitoris. He moved his fingers away from it then pushed one inside of me. I gasped as I felt him inside of me. The slick sound of his finger brushing against me confirmed how wet I had become for him. I was ready and Luther knew it.
He pulled his finger out of me. My center was aching for him. With one hand on my hips, I could feel just his tip at my entrance. He positioned himself closer. I closed my eyes and waited for him to enter me. After what felt like an eternity, Luther complied with my wishes. I gasped as he pushed his cock past my folds. It wasn’t a new experience but nonetheless, it felt amazing.
His thickness was almost more than I could handle. Luther had enough size to spare. As he pushed himself into me, I could feel my walls tightening around him. It gave him some resistance to work against. But it wasn’t enough to stop him and only increased the sensations that both of us were feeling. Before long, Luther was pounding me hard. His strokes were deep and long. Each time he filled me up, a gasp emptied from my lungs.
The base of his cock bounced against my ass. The sound of our skin slapping against one another began to echo through the room. My mouth remained open as I gasped from the way he filled me up. The chain links upon my face swayed back and forth, making it hard for me to see clearly. When I opened my eyes, I saw that we were now getting everybody’s full attention. The eyes underneath each mask were mesmerized, unblinking and locked upon me.
Luther increased his pace. He started grunting louder and louder as he shoved himself into me. He tugged on my hair and jerked my head back toward him. I was parallel to the mattress but Luther pulled me up closer to him. My back was now resting up against him. He began to drive himself up into me as I knelt in from of him.
As the pleasure started to rack my body, he suddenly pulled out of me. Before I could protest that he stopped, he flipped me onto my back. The awkward position of my hands behind me was slightly uncomfortable. I quickly forgot about it as Luther positioned himself between my legs. I spread my legs wide, now able to see exactly how many people were watching us.
Luther reached behind my neck and raised my body from the mattress. With both hands behind my neck, Luther drove himself back into me. He didn’t waste any time in continuing the pounding he was giving me just moments ago. My neck rested gently in his hands, so it was a comfortable position.
I looked forward and could see how hard he was working. His body was glistening with sweat underneath the red lights. All of his muscles were tight. His mouth was half-open as he grunted and groaned with each long and hard thrust. I couldn’t move from my spot but I wouldn’t even if I was able to. The sight of Luther holding the back of my neck and fucking me was nothing short of amazing. The background of the people watching us only made my desire for him burn even more. I didn’t care if I couldn’t see any of the other faces. I didn’t need to. Luther was the most gorgeous man in the building. And I was the only one lucky enough to get to experience this moment with him.
The pleasure was overloading the both of us. My legs wrapped tight around his back, my ankles locked around his ass. I felt Luther’s thumbs move around the back of my neck and across my throat. His thrusts became harder. As they did, I could feel his thumbs suddenly pressing down on me. His hands slowly started to squeeze. I gasped for breath but was only able to get so much air into my lungs. His strokes became harder and faster. His grip around my neck tightened. As the pleasure racked my body, I could feel my consciousness slowly slipping away from me. Tears started to leak down from the corners of my eyes. My eyes started to roll in the back of my head and if it wasn’t for my mask, they would see nothing but the whites of my eyes. My mouth was open but nothing came out. My entire body was beginning to tremble. Luther grunted so loud that the entire mansion could probably hear.
Almost… So close to the edge…
Luther shoved himself into me violently and his body started to spasm. As the orgasm crashed into him, I felt the same happen to me. His grip around my throat tightened as the climax ripped through the both of us. My brain was shorting-circuiting. The lack of oxygen made it harder for me to comprehend anything else. All I could think about was the pleasure that was forcing my body to jerk back and forth as he emptied himself into me. My eyelids fluttered and I continued to struggle for breath in the rush of my climax. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and eliminated anything else I might be thinking of. Everything started to go white…
Luther released his grip from my throat. I gasped a huge breath and the red lights of the room returned. My chest heaved as my lungs desperately searched for the oxygen that I had been robbed off. My body continued to tremble in small aftershocks from my orgasm. My mouth hung open, saliva dripping down my chin and onto my chest.
He continued to hold me up by the back of my neck. He pulled out of me and I watched as some of his seed spilled out of me and onto the mattress. He looked into my eyes then climbed upon the mattress next to me. With one hand still holding me, he shoved himself into my mouth. I swallowed the combination of both of our fluids down while I polished him off. When I finished, he pulled himself out and a loud smack echoed through the room.
I was finally beginning to regain my composure. The pleasure hadn’t left my body completely but I was more coherent than I had been ever since I’d first stepped into the room. Luther flipped me onto my back and began to gently remove my bonds. I barely had to strength to push myself up. When I did, the audience that was so captivated by us were once again flirting and mingling with one another like nothing had happened. Luther took a seat next to me and kissed me passionately. When he pulled away, I looked into his eyes. I didn’t know what to say. I could barely think straight. I had never been through something like that before. But the smirk on his face told me everything I needed to know.
“This is the secret,” he whispered to me. “This is what you were looking for.”
“Was it?”
“Yes. And now that you’ve found it, do you regret it?”
“…I don’t know. I… I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Well, you don’t have to make any decisions right now. Just enjoy this moment.”
He leaned into me and kissed me again. With my arms free, I wrapped them around him and brought him in closer. I didn’t want to think about anything else at the moment. I just wanted to be here.
Chapter 22
I wasn’t sure how I managed to wake up the next morning. My eyes were closed but I could feel the grin practically tattooed upon my face. I writhed on my mattress in some combination of ecstasy and agony. The memory of my experience with Luther still fresh in my mind, it took
me several moments to realize that I was back in my apartment, in my bed and by myself.
I stumbled my way into the bathroom. The water washed away more than the sweat. I felt like I was re-energized. What I had just been through might have been too traumatizing for the faint of heart. Had I not experienced it firsthand, I might have thought that it was completely disturbing. This was the kind of stuff I only read about before. When I stepped out of the shower, I was given a reminder that everything was real. I looked down at my wrists and could see the light imprints of the rope Luther used upon me. I wiped the steam away from the mirror to look at my reflection. The shower had done a good job of cleaning almost everything up. My ass was red and bruised from how hard Luther spanked me. Faint streaks of red and purple along my neck remained like evidence of a rough make out session. I lightly put my hand up against my neck and the memories started to come back to me. I closed my eyes and thought about Luther.
It was wonderful… It felt so good… He was amazing…
I grinned, thinking how lucky I was. And there were so many people there to witness it. It was like I had won the right to please him. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
But I knew that I needed to focus. I quickly through on a pair of sweats and a matching sweatshirt then made my way out to the kitchen. I began cleaning out my coffee pot, knowing that I would need every bit of caffeine I could get if I was going to get this story finished. Mr. Kelsey would be happy to see that I had something done well ahead of schedule.
My intercom buzzed. I looked over at it and it buzzed again. I set the coffee pot down and made my way over to it, curious as to who would be here to bother me so early in the morning.
“Hello?”
“Victoria.”
“…Luther? What are you doing here?”
“Can I come up?”
I hesitated for a moment. I was seeing so much of him lately that I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. I knew how much he affected my focus. And I had to work today. The last thing I needed was the biggest distraction I’ve ever had in my life.
“Um, yeah. Just a second.”
I couldn’t just tell him to leave though. I buzzed him into my building and patiently waited for him to come up to my loft. I didn’t understand why I was so anxious. As I listened to the sound of him climbing up the stairs, I looked around for something else to wear. But there was nothing within reach, so I reluctantly answered the door in my lazy day outfit.
When I opened the door, gone was the familiar suit and tie I had always associated him with. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He still looked as gorgeous as he always did but now it was more difficult to tell how much money he was worth.
“Hi, Victoria. I’m not bothering you, am I?”
“No. Of course not. Come in.”
Luther walked into my loft with both of his hands full. He looked around and made his way into the kitchen, setting all of his bags onto the table.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Well, I figured I owed you for that cup of coffee. And since heading out to that small restaurant would probably bore you, I thought that I might embarrass myself and use your kitchen.”
“What?”
“I thought that maybe I might cook something up for you. Breakfast is the easiest meal to prepare. Unless you don’t want—”
“No! I mean, of course. I don’t mind. Do you really want to do this?”
“Why not?”
“It’s nothing. I just… I don’t know. Do you need any help?”
“No, I think I can figure out where everything is. This kitchen isn’t too fancy.”
He smiled at me as he started to remove all of the groceries. I looked back at him, everything that just happened last night still vivid in my mind. To see him switch from a man so dominant and in control to a man that was preparing me breakfast was strange, to say the least. I almost felt guilty about having someone like him.
“Luther…”
He looked up from all of the grocery bags. I looked at him, not sure of what to say to him. He walked forward to me and kissed me softly on the lips. I closed my eyes and remembered just how wonderful he made me feel.
“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered to him. “I’m… I’m still going to write the piece.”
“I know,” he nodded. “You have to work. I understand that. While you write, I’ll make you something to eat.”
“Luther, it’s not just that,” I sighed. “About last night…”
“We’ll talk about that when I’m finished. I promise. For now, you should probably get started. When you’re ready to take a break, I’ll have something for you. Okay?”
“…Okay.”
In the morning sunlight, Luther’s light blue eyes seemed to shimmer. I was constantly fighting a battle to try and think straight every time I was around. Even in such plain clothes, I still felt so self-conscious, ashamed and undeserving of him. It didn’t matter what he said to me. But at this point, he wasn’t leaving my apartment. It was what I wanted. Now I wondered how much work I could actually get done knowing that he was right there.
I made my way back to my computer and took a seat. The sound of Luther whistling just behind me joined the chorus of food cooking and flames burning. I laughed and shook my head as I thought about what Luther probably looked like at this moment. I took a deep breath then finally started to get to work.
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It didn’t take long for me to get distracted like I thought I would be. The smell of the food coming from the kitchen quickly filled my nostrils. I was barely able to organize my notes and type out a few paragraphs before Luther called out to me. As usual, there was no point in trying to argue with him.
I made my way out to the kitchen and saw the elaborate spread he had prepared for me. There was more than enough food for two people.
“Don’t worry about the mess,” he said. “I’ll clean-up after myself. Have a seat.”
I did as I was told, smiling the whole time. Seeing this side of Luther was strange.
“This all looks really good,” I said. “I’m surprised.”
“Surprised? Well, I guess I did say that I wasn’t very good at this…”
“No, that’s now what I meant,” I laughed. “I just… I just didn’t think a man like you could have this kind of side to him.”
“A man like me? What kind of man am I, Victoria?”
“Well,” I shrugged. “You’re a billionaire, for one—”
“So a billionaire means that I’m not capable of doing something for someone he cares about?”
“No, I…” I couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Let’s just forget this. Thank you for making me breakfast.”
“Yes, let’s forget all about this and try to enjoy it.”
He smiled at me and continued laughing. I was in such a good mood. Everything seemed so wonderful. The plates in front of me were loaded. Pancakes, waffles, French toast, sausage, bacon, fried eggs, browned potatoes. Everything you could imagine for breakfast and more. He piled some of everything onto my plate. I happily took some of the food onto my fork. As I ate his food, Luther stared at me with wide eyes.
“This is…”
“Be honest now,” he said.
“This is really good.”
“Well, I guess it’s not that surprising. How hard is it to make eggs?”
“Not very. But these are different. You must have been paying attention to your chef when you saw her do this.”
“I guess so.”
Luther smiled at me as I ravenously ate all of the food he had prepared. I could use everything I could to regain my strength. After everything that happened last night and waking up late, I was hungrier than I thought I was. I grabbed a glass of juice and washed some of the food down. I hadn’t forgotten what I wanted to say to him. Everything was still fresh in my memory.
“So…” I started.
“So?”
“Last night…”
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“Last night.”
Luther smiled at me, repeating everything I said. He knew what was on my mind but I couldn’t say it as easily as he probably could. I started to blush just thinking about it. I remembered what he looked like when he was on top of me. He looked the same, the only difference was the small mask that covered his face.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Victoria?”
“…I did.”
“Good. I’m glad. I wouldn’t have done anything to you that I didn’t think you would enjoy.”
“I know. It’s just that… It wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“Life is only interesting when something unexpected happens,” he smirked at me.
“I suppose you’re right.”
I remained silent as I continued to eat my breakfast. Something about last night was bothering me. I had a great time with him. It was just such a strange experience that I was having trouble accepting it.
“What’s wrong?” he asked me.
“What?”
“Something is bothering you. I can see it on your face, Victoria.”
“Was it that obvious?”
“No. But I could imagine what’s going through your mind. I’m assuming that was your first time with that type of experience.”
“Which experience? The bondage, the spanking or the audience?”
“All three.”
“Well… You’re right.”
“Victoria, there’s nothing wrong with admitting that you enjoyed yourself. It doesn’t make you any better or worse than anybody else. That’s the truth. I didn’t let you experience that just because I knew we would both enjoy it. I did it because you needed an angle.”