by M. J. Aleese
“Yes, Sir." The intermittent beeps of his phone faded into the sounds of her suction on this wet bottle. The unanswered texts were probably from her fiancé, but at this moment she no longer felt guilty. Instead, Diana was overwhelmed with desire. Her pussy ached in anticipation of Liam’s rock hard shaft. She continued to lick the bottle, tasting her own juice, feeling his precum moisture on her cheek, and smelling his musky fragrance. “Please, Sir.” Diana begged between slurps.
“You want my cock, slave?”
“Oh, yes, Sir.” She was careful not to stop servicing the bottle. He hadn’t given her permission to stop. Liam grabbed a fist full of her long silky hair, causing her to disconnect from the glass shaft. He threw the bottle to the side. Diana heard it roll onto the kitchen tile. She couldn’t see it. He had her head poised over the glistening tip of his erection. Their eyes connected as he loosened his grip. She wanted to dive onto his cock and feel it all the way past her tongue. She knew how it tasted and how it felt. But she waited for his permission. His gaze held all the power. She stared into the icy blue eyes, waiting.
When they first started this relationship, she had to fight the urge to gag while sucking him. His tip pressed against the back of her throat.
***
The first time she serviced his cock, they were in Troy’s apartment. The three of them had been laughing, drinking, and watching a movie. The tension between Diana and Liam had been building for a longtime. Diana knew he was attracted to her, and admittedly liked to see his strain. Sometimes she would intentionally rub past him or expose too much cleavage. As much as she loved Troy, she couldn’t resist Liam’s confidence and control. His dominating personality compelled her, like a moth to light. She enjoyed pushing him. In her mind, it was just a game.
That is until that night – Troy fell asleep near the end of the movie, and Liam took control. He indicated for Diana to follow him down the hall. At that moment, she was helpless to resist.
He directed her into the extra bedroom, the one Troy used as an office. With a picture of her and Troy staring at her, from her boyfriend’s desk, she showed little resistance when Liam spoke. “I am sick and tired of you flaunting yourself around me. You are a slut and a tease." He held her shoulders with a force she’d never felt before. It made her knees weak. “You need to be taught a lesson." Despite his hushed tone, the authority in his voice as well as his degrading words stifled a verbal response. Instead, she simply nodded.
She had, had fantasies like this, being made to cooperate, to obey. Diana had imagined the pleasure of a strong willed man, forcing her cooperation not with the fear of pain, but with total unbridled power. In those fantasies she would be made to do things against her will, perhaps even forced to beg, or be bound. Sometimes by herself, Diana would bind her own wrists with scarves, just to know what it would feel like. However, in these scenarios the man with control, with absolute power over her entire being is Troy. As the fantasy became reality, it wasn’t Troy. It was his best friend.
Fighting the rapid mix of emotions, she found her voice, though weak, “Liam, no. I can’t. Troy is right down the hall.”
“Then you’d better be quiet." He pushed her down. Her knees gave no resistance as she knelt at his feet. “You will learn your place. A slut like you should be on her knees. You can’t tease, without repercussions."
“Please, Liam...”
Holding a fist full of hair, he continued his instructions, “Unzip my jeans." She obeyed. The first sight of him caused her to gasp. “You are going to suck me like a vacuum.” The realization of their actions caused her to cry, she didn’t want to hurt Troy. However, the pain in her hair ignited spasms in her cunt. His control was so fucking erotic. She opened her mouth and slowly took him in. He didn’t want slowly. Pulling her head toward him, he thrust himself deep. Her body buckled, yet he continued the pressure. “Relax your throat, like a good slut. Let’s see if Troy has taught you well." She tried to relax and concentrate on pleasing the mammoth shaft that now fucked her mouth. His balls hit her chin as he humped and humped. When he was on the verge of eruption she tried to back away. Never, had anyone come in her mouth. Liam’s hold didn’t relent. Diana had no control. Her mouth, hell her entire body, would do whatever he demanded. “No fucking way are you leaving me unfulfilled." He pushed deeper as his back arched. “And bitch, I’m gonna fill you. You will swallow every last drop."
His words terrified her, but her sopping wet panties told the real story. Before she could process the situation her mouth filled with his warm emission. The pulsing cock continued to shoot streams and streams down the back of her throat. Diana had no choice but to swallow feverishly. The slurping sounds added to her humiliation and his orgasm. When he was done, he told her to lick him clean. She did, even sucking the balls that had been bouncing off her chin.
Next, he held her shoulders and helped her stand. She stared into his light blue eyes. His arrogant expression made her look away. That is, until his hand slipped down the front of her sweatpants and under the band of her lacy panties. Diana gasped, “No, Liam, please.”
Two of his fingers easily slid into her wet cunt. “My god, you are a slut. You are sopping wet."
Her cheeks burnt with shame as her pussy contracted around his fingers. She didn’t answer. Her body pushed against his. It made no sense. Troy was only twenty feet away, yet she wanted to fuck Liam’s fingers. Instead, he pulled them out purposely tweaking her clit, making her body shutter. “Okay, slut. Clean my fingers. We don’t want your boyfriend smelling your cum on my hands.”
She stiffened her back. “You are an ass. Go wash your damn hands and don’t ever touch me again." Diana turned to walk away. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. The back of her head felt the thump of his heart, as he forced his fingers to her mouth.
“Lick them nice and clean." His voice came harsh at her ear. Smelling her own fluids, she decided to teach him a lesson. She opened her mouth. Diana’s intention was to bite. He must have sensed her plans. Keeping his voice low, his ruthless words cut her down exposing his power. “Think about it, bitch. If you bite me, I will punish you right now. I will spank that tight ass and you won’t have those sweatpants or wet panties for protection."
Diana remembered thinking, this can’t be happening. What if Troy hears us?
“Those panties will be in your mouth, a gag to keep you quiet." She dutifully licked his fingers. When he determined they were clean, he asked if she wanted to complain.
Turning around to face him, Diana sheepishly replied, “No.”
“When we are alone you will show me the respect I deserve. Do you understand?”
Her chastised posture caused her head to drop demurely. “Yes.”
“Say, yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir." Her eyes remained downcast, in respect to the man who now dominated her.
***
Tonight, she wouldn’t gag as she took in his erect cock. Diana knew how to accommodate his massive shaft, not only accommodate, worship. Liam’s eyes held more power than a thousand ropes. Diana waited, bound by the invisible chains. He held her gaze for so long, she involuntarily whimpered. Then, without speaking, his eyes granted her the permission she sought. Diana took him deep. The musky scent and salty taste were like nectar from the gods, from her god.
Liam leaned back and held her head. This erection had been building since the pub. He humped and humped making her take all he had to give. Of course, she greedily accepted everything he shot into her mouth.
When he was done, and Diana had licked him clean, he told her to get him another beer. He didn’t command her to crawl, however she did, on all fours. This display of submission rewarded Liam with a great view of her newly marked ass. Diana’s cunt ached with need, but her chest filled with the satisfaction of pleasing her master.
She sat at his feet while he drank his beer and continued texting. Every now and then, he would allow her a sip of his beer. After each offering, sh
e would thank him. More than anything Diana longed for him to fuck her pussy. The suspense made her fidget, unconsciously rubbing her cunt, with the ankle she had tucked under her body.
Liam smiled at her discomfort. “I am leaving. Troy won’t wait much longer. Maybe I will take him somewhere where he can get a real fuck. You know, with someone who knows what she’s doing." His cruel words made her eyes tear. “Oh, and by the way no masturbating and no sex with anyone else, until I give you permission.”
Diana’s eyes opened wide. The tears that had been teetering on her lids fell onto her cheeks. “Please, Liam. Don’t you think you have hurt Troy enough?”
His reaction was fast, in the form of a slap across her left cheek. “I am not hurting Troy. You are and you will.”
“I don’t want to hurt him.” she whimpered.
“Bitch, that ship’s sailed, don’t you think?”
“But, what will I say? Why would I suddenly cut him off?”
Liam’s menacing laugh made Diana shiver, “I don’t give a fuck what you say. I do suggest you sound convincing. You will do as I say. If you don’t, the next time I see you, tonight’s punishment will be a happy memory." He lifted her downturned face toward his, with a fistful of blonde hair. Her red eyes and running nose exposed her desperation. “What do you say, slut?”
“Yes, Sir. I will behave and do as you say." Her shoulders shook with suppressed sobs. Liam chuckled as he dropped her head and strolled through the door of her apartment.
Chapter Two
The bar bustled with people, mostly couples. Troy felt like a total loser sitting there all night alone. It isn’t like he didn’t get offers, but no matter how mad he was at Diana, he couldn’t do that. Where the hell was Liam? After all, he was the one who wanted to go out tonight.
Wearing short shorts, a tight t-shirt, and heels the waitress wiggled next to Troy. “Hey, buddy, are you sure you don’t want some food with that beer?”
Troy couldn’t help notice her shining green eyes. They looked too naive to work in a place like this. Did Diana’s eyes have that look? They did at one time, but now he couldn’t remember. Fuck, a few more beers and he won’t remember his name. “No, sweetheart, I’m not hungry. I will take another 22 ounce."
She nodded affirmatively and ran off to complete her duties. Troy smiled. A compliant female was a nice change of pace.
He soon found, she wasn’t as obedient as he’d thought. The cute green-eyed server came back with his beer and a large basket of French fries. Troy started to get upset, to yell at her, demean her for her disobedience, but her smile was so sweet. She meant well.
“The cook made these by mistake, so I decided to bring them to you. If you don’t want to eat them, it’s okay. I just hate to see them thrown away." He smiled at her simple attempt to feed him. She continued, “Well, okay. I need to keep working.”
Troy reached out and grabbed her arm. Green-eyes turned her gaze toward him. Troy noticed how the whole room disappeared. It was only her. The rest of the room became a fog. “Thanks. Maybe you could help me eat them?”
“You don’t even know my name.”
Troy moved his glance from her beautiful eyes to her round blossoming breasts. The little plate pinned to the blouse above her left tit read Cindy. “Your name is Cindy, mine is Troy.”
***
Liam walked into the bar and scanned the crowd for his pathetic friend. There was a definite rush looking into Troy’s eyes, knowing Troy’s fiancée and bitch had been on her hands and knees sucking his cock. Thinking about her naked, receiving a well-deserved beating, made Liam’s cock start to swell. Through the dim light, he finally found Troy. What the fuck?
He isn’t alone. Troy didn’t look miserable. He didn’t even look upset. Liam walked up behind the brown haired chick and eyed his friend, “Hey, Troy, why all the texts? You seem to be doing great!”
“Hey, man, where the fuck have you been?”
“Had an appointment I forgot about." Eying the pretty, little brunette, “And who do we have here?”
“Liam, this is Cindy. Cindy, Liam."
“Nice to meet you, Cindy.” She nodded and turned her attention back to Troy. Liam wasn’t used to that kind of reception. Ever since he and Troy had been in middle school, the chicks flocked to him.
Liam tried to enter their conversation. He interjected funny lines and amusing antidotes. However, it was obvious. He was the third wheel. Well fuck them. As he was about to leave Troy, Liam felt his phone vibrate. Seconds later, he saw Troy’s dance across the table. Both men read their intended texts.
Liam’s said: I have decided we are done. I can’t and won’t do what you say. Good-bye.
Troy’s said: I am so sorry about earlier. I guess the wedding planning is just making me crazy. Please come back, I will make it up to you.
Both men looked away from their screens disgusted. Troy handed his phone to Liam, “Now look at this, too damn bad. This time I’m making her wait.”
As Liam read Troy’s message, his blood boiled. That bitch deserved a lesson in obedience. The wheels in his head began to turn as the smile widened upon his face. It would work.
Diana woke Saturday morning tired and alone in her big bed. Her body ached from Liam’s beating the night before. As she twisted and turned in the bathroom mirror she could see the red and purple markings on her ass and upper thighs. Thinking about both men, Diana couldn’t believe she hadn’t heard from either last night.
Once she decided to call it off with Liam and concentrate on Troy, she truly expected Troy to be on her doorstep within minutes.
Contacting Troy and offering herself was her first act of disobedience. The second came as she lay alone on her satin sheets. If Liam wouldn’t satisfy her needs, she sure as hell could do it herself. Her silver vibrator shaped like a rocket was long and thick. That plus some lubricating gel and she was set. It may not have been the best orgasms she’d ever had, but by god she’d had multiple. That in its self was a direct violation of his orders.
Diana wouldn’t hurt Troy any longer. If Liam pursued his claims, she would just be honest with her fiancé. He would be upset, but Troy was too sweet to stay mad. Besides, they had the hall, church, and dress. Looking to her left hand, she smiled. She also had the engagement ring. It was alright with Diana if the only thing that changed for the wedding was the best man.
She climbed back into her lonely bed and fell back to sleep.
Troy stared at the ceiling. His mouth tasted of cotton, and his cock ached from overuse. Damn, he tried to remember the last night. How the hell did it get so fucked up? First, he had plans to finalize the bridal registries. He and Diana had appointments at Target and Macy’s. So, after blowing off Liam, he showed up at Diana’s apartment. She was fuck’n bridezilla! Everything was wrong, from the colors to his mother’s guest list. Before he knew what happened, she was screaming about assigned seating at the reception. He stormed out. Yeah, maybe he should have tried to calm her down, but she was over the freak’n top!
Then, he went to the sports bar, the one with the cute waitresses in short shorts. He remembered a brunette with amazing green eyes. He suddenly felt around his bed. No, he was definitely alone. Her shift ended at ten. She sat with him and made him eat some food. Her eyes and her attention where completely devoted to him. As much as Troy wanted to give her more, Cindy, yes, that was her name, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to do that to Diana.
It was the rest of the night that is still fuzzy. Liam convinced Cindy that he would get Troy home. But, they did not go home. The memories were returning. Troy’s white ceiling became a screen for the recollections surging through his brain.
Liam took him to a club in South Chicago, The Creation Inferno. Of course, he’d heard of it. Everyone had! It had a reputation, being one of those places that only a few select frequent. Nonetheless, the big black guy at the door recognized Liam, and let them pass ahead of other waiting patrons.
Troy remembered scenes like he’d o
nly seen in porno flicks. In addition, he remembered a man, a domineering yet charismatic presence. Rubbing his temples Troy remembered the man, Liam’s father, the owner of Inferno. It wasn’t the man that raised Liam, no that was his stepfather. This is his biological daddy, someone Troy had never met before.
***
“Man, we can’t get in here. It is like some exclusive club.” Troy said as Liam’s Mercedes slid up to the large brick building with red lights around the entrance. The illusion of flames shot from behind the name Inferno Creation.
“Yeah, I think we can. Besides, I think this place will open your eyes to real women.”
Troy felt important as they walked past the people in line. Liam whispered in the bouncer’s ear. Immediately the velvet rope lifted. Troy recalled walking down a long hallway. Metaphorically, it was like passing through the vaginal canal. What he saw – what he experienced – on the other end of that journey, changed everything. I am now a different man, reborn. Damn, he was getting hard just thinking about it.
Liam took him to an area with a stage. It was like a strip club, but the women weren’t teasing, they were advertising. Fuck, it didn’t matter if you screwed the female on stage. A waitress was more than happy to take care of your needs. Every one of them would gladly blow-you right there, in the restaurant, or take you in the back and let you have your way.
The club didn’t just offer sex. Troy saw women punished for their transgressions. There was one waitress, a tall red-head named Desiree. She upset a customer by bringing him the wrong drink. Troy had to wonder if it was her fault or if maybe the bartender set her up. It didn’t seem to matter. The female was taken on stage. There she was stripped of her small skirt and top. All that remained was a collar with a padlock, all the waitresses wore one, and high black heeled shoes. Every female also had the same tattoo on their right ass cheek – CI (Creation Inferno) within the shape of a diamond. Desiree was tied, spread eagle to two poles. From his seat, Troy could see the sheen from her wet pussy reflecting in the stage lights. Next, the customer was offered the opportunity to go on stage and punish her.