by Vivian Ward
He grabs the base of his cock and pushes it to my lips but I seal them tight. I’m not going to make this easy for him. I won’t do things willingly. I’ll make him force me. I’ll make sure he’s in charge so that he knows I can, and will, listen to him.
He shakes his head and laughs at me but he never stops trying to force his way into my mouth. “Really? Even after everything, you’ve still got more fight in you?” A tired, lazy sigh escapes his lips. “Have it your way, but you will take me.”
The instant he finishes his sentence, he quickly twists my nipple, making me yell out in pain. As soon as my mouth open, his cock fills it and he fucks my face. No amount of choking or gagging brings me mercy. My eyes water beyond control. My mascara runs, burning my eyes which only makes them water even more.
The more I gurgle, the wider his smile grows. Every so often, he stops fucking my mouth and throat to pull his cock out and a thick, sticky spit-bile mixture clings to his cock. But I only see it for a half a minute or so before he rams it back down my throat, cutting off my air supply once more.
He may have figured out that I like pain, but I’m beginning to learn that I like the lack of oxygen. Maybe we can play well together.
Chapter 3
Colton
She’s brave, I’ll give her that.
After I finished fucking her face and spilling my seed down her throat, feeding her little tummy, I left her alone in our room. We both needed some space to process things; though, she probably needed it more than me. I’m not sure how long I was in my study but when I came back to the bedroom, she’d showered and gone to bed.
Now I sit in the chair near the large windows that face the pool. The water is so beautiful, even at night. It freely moves about, allowing the moon’s beams to bounce and reflect off the top, and is so peaceful beneath the midnight sky. I envy that water because nothing in my life seems near as calm or quiet. The felt black blanket that covers the night’s sky is more representative of my life and everything in it. Dark, covering all the light that tries to shine through, even hiding all the beautiful stars that attempt to illuminate even the dullest light.
There’s only one difference between the white stars in the sky and the chocolate stars that I stare in to every time I look at Ally. That difference is the stars in the sky are innocent, hers are deceiving. Maybe that’s how she fooled me so well. Her stars are night pure and light; they’re murky and muddy like the Mississippi River, hiding all of her secrets like the night’s sky hides mine.
With the threat of that story in the hands of Darcy or any of the other staff, I can’t sleep. My mind can’t stop racing with all the possibilities and I’ve got such a busy day tomorrow. Aside from getting a hold of my guy to help mop this mess up, my schedule is jam packed with various meetings and a property showing.
Sometimes I wish I weren’t rich or successful. I just want to be a normal guy who puts on jeans and a t-shirt to go to work instead of a man who wears Armani suits and ridiculous ties. I need my rest but it will never come, not as long as that story is out there. Allison has no clue just how badly she’s fucked up. I look at her while she’s sleeping and see how the shadows of the moonlight kiss her sweet face as she sleeps. The light strokes her face, making her appear angelic. The dark shadows brush her face, painting in the details of the devil.
It’s ironic how I compare the light and shadows to the heavens and hell because that’s what having her is like. To know that she’s here, in our bed is comforting and peaceful; yet, she brings so much turmoil and trouble. Everything is simple yet complicated, blissful yet disconcernting but I can assure you that if she were not by my side, it would be pure torment.
Watching her sleep sparks a new idea in me.
She wasn’t afraid of me when I spanked her. She wasn’t afraid of me when I fucked her throat. She wasn’t afraid of me when I temporarily cut her air supply off as she gagged and begged for air as I filled her stomach with my cum.
“What are you afraid of Allison?” I whisper into the darkness as she stirs beneath the down comforter.
I’m no fool. I know she was playing a game tonight. She was playing chicken, only she was playing alone. She thought she would win but I’m guessing she didn’t count on me finding out about her little game. The more I think about it, the more it pisses me off. She should’ve been worried about what I’d do to her because she deserved a lot worse than a cherry red bottom and a full stomach.
Rising from my chair, I walk down to my study where I retrieve a letter opener from my desk drawer before heading back to the bedroom. I return to the bedroom where she’s still sound asleep and grab a candle. Striking a match, I light the wick to illuminate the room. Some of the shadows disappear from her delicate cheekbone but it won’t lessen her punishment. When I counted her pulse before, the highest it reached was 85 beats per minute. Right now, it’s 63 beats per minute while she’s resting. It feels slow and weak beneath my fingers but I’ll change that.
Slowly, I pull back the covers and expose her beautiful body. She’s sleeping in nothing but a thin white top with spaghetti straps and a pair of matching lace panties.
“Perfect,” I murmur, standing over her with the letter opener in my hand. My fingers trace the air surrounding her curvy figure as she lies on her back, her left leg slightly bent with her ankle resting on top of her straightened right leg.
I lean down and put my mouth close to her ear. The scented shampoo that she uses fills my nostrils. Watching her breasts rise and fall, I count her breaths; 16 per minute. She’s nice and relaxed.
Good.
“Allison,” I whisper into her ear, moving her hair away. She stirs a bit but mostly it’s just her head as she rocks it from side to side. Placing the letter opener at the side of her neck, I gently press it against her skin.”Allison,” I say, my voice is of a normal tone but I enunciate each syllable of her name.
Her eyes pop open as she comes to, feeling the cold metal against her neck. She stares straight ahead at the ceiling, afraid to move even an inch. “W-what are you doing?” she asks, confused and scared.
“Oh, is my Princess worried now?” I ask, a smile playing on my lips. Her breath has already increased rapidly, matching her racing pulse. It’s only been about twenty seconds, but it’s quickly climbing. She doesn’t answer, she’s probably afraid of what will happen if she moves. “I think we got your punishment started off on the wrong foot earlier, Princess.”
She gulps and waits a beat before replying. “How?”
Her body stays completely still. “I think I was too easy on you. I approached it all wrong, but that’s okay. I learned something about you tonight.” She doesn’t answer because she knows what I’m talking about. I think it’s safe to say that we’ve both played our fair share of games, so she doesn’t need me to spell it out for her. Continuing to remain still, I take this opportunity to keep talking. “And now we’re going to play my game. My way.”
Pressing the letter opener against her skin, I slowly trace the front of her neck until I get to her jugular notch, or the tiny dip in her neck where I apply more pressure. Her eyes grow into giant chocolate balls, making my cock instantly hard. Reaching down, I grab her wrist and begin counting.
90. I smile. Already her pulse is racing much faster than it was earlier.
“Ah,” I sigh into her ear. “You see, Princess, I discovered that you like pain. Of course, I should’ve known it all along. The steaming showers, the piping hot baths, the fact that you were all too willing and eager to walk into the bedroom and climb up on the bed, but this,” I let my voice trail off as I begin descending the letter opener down the center of her chest. “This scares the shit out of you. This is what you fear; the unknown. Because you don’t know what to expect. My Princess likes having control. Isn’t that right?”
She licks her lips and starts to answer but stops abruptly when I stab her thin tank top with the letter opener and cut the material straight down the front of her torso, exposing her na
ked breasts. I watch in great delight as they slightly bounce when the thin cotton frees them before they slowly sway, mimicking a slow motion Jello commercial.
“Were you going to say something, Princess?” I ask. “Go on, don’t be shy. You weren’t very shy or quiet when you were going to tell the whole world how dirty this billionaire is, but you know what you didn’t think of, my pet?”
With the letter opener at the base of her stomach, she finally turns her head to look at me. “What?” she asks, her tone flat and dry. I’m not sure if it’s sarcasm or fear but I’ll choose the latter.
“You didn’t think what that might do to your little secret. Your dirty billionaire secret, or were you never planning on being with me until I took you?” She starts to open her mouth but I don’t allow her to answer. “Either way, it doesn’t matter because now you’re mine. I own your ass and you’ll do everything I say, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
The tip of the letter opener slides beneath the top of her panties. When the cold metal makes contact with her skin, she gasps in surprise to how close the blade is to her most delicate parts. Still holding her wrist, I continue to monitor her pulse.
110.
Good, now we’re getting somewhere.
“Tell me, Princess, do you like dirty little things? Do they make you wet?”
Her breathing is also accelerated at 24 breaths per minute. Using the blunt side of the letter opener, I slice each side of her panties which makes the material crumple into itself. Her bare pussy is on display for me, just as her breasts are, and she’s too paralyzed with fear to move.
She’s exactly where I want her.
I can already smell her sex. She’s so fucking wet and I haven’t even touched her yet. Not only is she a liar, she’s a dirty whore. So eager, ready, and willing—and I’ll take exactly what I want, when I want it.
She only looks at me when I ask her my question, but I don’t need her to answer when it’s so obvious. I smile, “You’re such a dirty little whore, aren’t you? You like being on display. You like me doing unspeakable things to you, don’t you?”
Squeezing her nipple between my fingertips, I allow my fingers to trace the outer curve of her sexy waist and hip before trailing it down her thigh and dipping it into her wetness. Her eyes close as my fingertips kiss her clitoris before disappearing inside of her. “Mmmmm,” she moans, lowering her hips, forcing my fingers deeper inside her. “Fuck me,” a daring whisper escapes her lips
“What did you say?” I turn my head to look at her.
“Fuck me.” She pauses. “Please, sir.”
“Sir?” I smile. “I think I like that but let me tell you something, Princess. I won’t be fucking you tonight. You’ll be fucking my hand and you’ll only come when I tell you.” Her smile quickly fades and I begin pressing against her G-spot. Fuck foreplay and warm-ups. I’m going to push her to her limits, edging her, and then torment her like she’s tormented me. It works like a charm.
Her hips begin bearing down on my fingertips as I slowly pull my hand away from her. I meet her half way to remind her how good I feel inside her and then abruptly pull back again. Between ragged breaths, she bears down again in an attempt to fuck my fingers so I add a third one just to stretch her a little. The little lying whore loves the pain and smiles.
I leave my hand still as I study her gorgeous body and take in the sight of her fucking my hand. Her nipples are rock hard, the areolas swollen and begging to be sucked on but I don’t oblige. Tiny prickles erupt over her body and her mouth pops open as she grows closer to orgasm. I take it as a signal to remove the third finger, only leaving her two still inside her.
Frustrated, she pouts and begins to buck her hips harder as she tries to regain momentum. “That’s it, Princess,” I coo. “Fuck my hand harder. Fuck it good and maybe I’ll return the favor by fucking you like a dirty slut.”
It’s a lie. Partly, anyway. I want to fuck her in the worst way possible. My cock is stifled against my pants but I refuse to give her that pleasure. She doesn’t deserve it, and that’s why I lie to her. Grunting, her eyebrows narrow as she tries to concentrate. She’s focused on feeling me inside her and trying to regain the sensation that she wants to feel, so I help her out and add a third finger back into the mix. She likes it and it gives her a renewed hope with the promise of my lie. Fucking my hand harder, I continue to watch her and feel her.
Her pussy is so tight and extremely wet. I wish my cock were inside her but tonight isn’t about sex. We’ll have the rest of our lives to fuck. Tonight is about teaching her a lesson and putting her in her place.
Goosebumps erupt on her body and her nipples grow hard again. She’s very close to coming, but I’m not ready to let her off the hook that easy. I remove my hand completely and slowly trace her wet folds before sucking her juices off my fingers. I’ve never tasted anyone as good as her. She’s like crack and I hate the withdrawals that my body suffers when I don’t have her. I have to keep reminding myself that I’m punishing her.
“Fuck!” she yells, thrusting her head back. “What the fuck, Colton? Seriously?”
My fingers are quick to wrap around her neck and partially block her airways. “What did you say, Princess? I know you’re not acting like you’re in charge, are you?” Her eyes bulge into huge saucers. She’s scared.
Good.
My nostrils flare as I smell her breath. The odor of it is already beginning to change from the lack of oxygen. I move my fingers and tightly squeeze her jaw. “Let me tell you something, Allison. I call the shots,” I hiss. “All of them. Never forget that you don’t make all of the decisions.”
When she nods in agreement, I trail my fingertips back down her body, pinching her nipples along the way, until I find her even wetter than before. She’s loving every minute of this, and it’s turning me on even more.
Pushing my fingers back inside her, I start with just two of them until she begins bucking her hips wildly. Adding a third finger, I measure her pulse again. It’s 115 beats per minute. She fucks my hand even harder, bearing down all of her weight as she moans and whispers my name. Her plump lips pop open as she begins to orgasm. She’s so wet that her juices are pooling between her legs, threatening to ruin the sheets and maybe even the mattress.
I use that wetness as lubricant and place the pad of my thumb against her ass. When she feels the pressure of my thumb entering her, she fucks my faster and harder. As soon as both of her holes are filled, her hips rise completely off the bed while she continues fucking my hand, forcing her holes to take everything my fingers have to offer as she begs for more. “That’s it, Princess. Come for me. Give it all you’ve got,” I say, curling my fingers to manipulate her G-spot.
I wait for her to come down from her orgasmic high and greet her with a wicked grin when she finally opens her eyes. “My little slut is even dirtier than I thought,” I say. Wiping my soiled fingers on her stomach, I lean down and whisper, “Go clean yourself. You’re fucking filthy.”
Chapter 4
Ally
Walking down the rear kitchen stairwell, I hear the cabinets and drawers opening and closing. I know it’s not Colton because he left for work almost two hours ago. Scared, I want to turn back but I know running up the stairs is the worst thing you can do. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know the girl running up the steps always gets killed. Continuing with my descent into the kitchen, I’m hyper aware of my surroundings and spot the fireplace poker to the left of the stairwell. I can use it as a weapon. Making sure I move without sound, I walk on the balls of my feet and cautiously poke my head around the corner.
A small, round woman with a gray bun dressed in a khaki skirt is emptying the dishwasher as she lightly hums. I finally let out the breath I wasn’t aware that I’d been holding in and giggle. It’s just the maid that Colton told me about.
She turns to face me and offers a warm smile. “Hello, Allison. I’m Linda, Colton’s maid and housekeeper.” Wiping her damp hands on her hips, s
he offers me a handshake.
“Nice to meet you, Linda. Thank you for unloading the dishwasher. I would’ve done it myself but I was too tired before bed.” I leave out the part about how Colton had me in the bedroom, spanking me and punishing me.
“No,” she waves me on. “It’s fine. This is my job and I’m happy to do it.” Her eyes pop out of her head and she jumps toward me. “Sit! Sit down and I will make some coffee. Do you like coffee?” she asks.
Her eyes are so kind and her features are so welcoming. It feels like I’ve known her forever because she has one of those old souls that are so familiar. It’s not until she’s pulling out a chair for me that I realize that I’m only in one of Colton’s oversized shirts and have no panties on. Talk about embarrassing. I politely nod and do my best to pull his shirt over myself as I take a seat.
“Colton speaks very highly of you,” I smile at her. “How long have you known each other?”
She laughs and puckers out her small, wrinkled lips. “Too long to remember,” she says. “He hired me years ago. I’m very fond of him, he is good to me and my sister.”
“Your sister?” I ask, confused. “Does she work for him too?”
“No, only I work for him, but he pays me well enough that I am able to help her when she needs it. We are both very lucky to have him.” She closes the lid to the dishwasher and leans across the counter. “Would you like me to make some breakfast? I can whip something up if you’re hungry. Maybe some toast and scrambled eggs?”
“No, thank you. I’m good.” She frowns at my refusal to eat. “You know, Linda, actually I will take you up on some toast. Just two pieces please, with butter and grape jelly.”
This seems to appease her. “Very well,” she says, opening the bread. “What would you like me to serve for lunch?”
“Lunch?” I ask. “Oh, no.” I laugh. “I only eat twice per day. Either breakfast or lunch, and then dinner.”