“Yeah, I’m all right. That guy was an ass.” She dutifully scooted up next to him, wondering if they were going to eat or fuck. His body was warm and inviting. She inhaled deeply... mmm... the fresh scent of a just showered man was a wonderful way to start the day. She stroked his rock-hard stomach, tracing her fingers along the detailed muscles of his six pack. She felt his body shiver and goose bumps raise on his skin. She wished she had a man like this. A real man. One who took care of himself. Not some drunk, coked-out trick who just wanted to get his rocks off. She sighed. Too bad a rich guy like this would never fall in love with a girl like me.
Michael caressed her hair, running his fingers along her shoulders. “Stella, we need to go over the rules. You’ve had a rest, you look wonderful, but now it’s time to get down to business.”
She looked over at him, and slid off the bed onto her knees, ready to take his cock in her mouth. She reached for the button on his jeans, but he stopped her, pulling her hand away from his crotch before lifting her back up on to the bed beside him.
“No, kitten.” Stroking his fingers across her face, he moved her hair to one side. “You have to earn my cock. You aren’t here as a prostitute, that’s all over now. For the next two months, you’re a slave, my sex slave...” he slid his thumb across her cheekbone, looking into her pale green eyes “...to do whatever…” his thumb moved across her lips “...and however I want.”
She blinked quickly, puzzled by his words. “Slave? W—what do you mean sex slave? Like ropes and chains and stuff? Walt won’t let you do that, he tells all my clients they can’t do that. That’s why he got rid of that other guy at the hotel. I’m not into that. Just call him. He’ll tell you. He loves me, he takes care of me. You just—just wait and see!”
He chuckled. “Stella, baby. I paid for you. I paid Walt for sixty nights with his finest whore, and you’ve already wasted one of them. You’ll have to pay for that. So, I have fifty-nine more nights to take my pleasure with you.” He took her hands, guided her off the bed, and lowered her to her knees on the carpet in front of him. “First rule. You—”
“You—you what? You paid for two months? Up front? Like sixty grand?”
“Never, ever interrupt me, kitten.” He took a deep breath and started, his voice monotone and unfeeling as if he’d done this a hundred times before.
“You will address me as ‘Sir’. You will speak only when you are asked a direct question. If you need to speak, you will ask for permission. You wake up every morning at six am sharp, you are to bathe and present yourself to me. I expect your cunt to be perfectly shaven except for a strip one and a quarter inches wide and three inches high. You won’t have any clothes while you are here in the house. If we go out, I say what to wear. Keep your eyes down at all times.” He paused for a moment, watching her. “And you can’t come until I say you can come. I say when, and I say how. You have to earn it.”
“Huh? What...uhm...Sir? What is all this about?” She shook her head, confused about what he was telling her. Walt would never allow this. What is happening? Her heart started racing. This is not what I signed up for. Not what Walt had promised me at all.
“You just earned your first punishment.”
“Punishment? What did I do?” she protested, her thoughts spinning out of control. I have to get out of here, this guy is crazy. Oh, my God, he paid Walt so I could be his slave? Fuckin’ Walt!
He stood up and walked toward the door. “Breakfast will be served in the dining room in ten minutes.” He looked at his watch and then back at her. “And, kitten, come ready to serve. I want to savor the touch of your beautiful body while I eat.”
“Serve? What the fuck am I, a maid or something?”
“Maid, no. Slave, yes. You’re nothing but a whore, Stella. Whores don’t get much say in this life. Ten minutes. Don’t be late. And no back talk, you just earned another punishment.” He pulled the door shut and was gone.
She sat frozen for a moment, befuddled. Yeah, she knew she was a whore. An extremely well-paid whore. In fact, a very in-demand, well-paid whore. Something she used to be proud of. But when Michael said it, it sounded disgusting. Like a dirty tramp in a drug-infested roach motel. And the punishment? She was racking them up faster than she could talk. Stella had heard about the BDSM lifestyle from some of her clients, but Walt would never let any of his girls get into it. Not after his jail stint. Or so he said. Wonder what Micha—uh—Sir has in store?
Exasperated, she stormed into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I gotta get ahold of Walt. I bet he doesn’t know about this ‘Sir’s’ freakiness. Or should I just wait and see what happens? Maybe he’s not a hardcore Dom, and he did pay a lot of money. At thirty percent, that’s a huge chunk of cash. She did the math with her fingers in the air. Sixty thousand times thirty percent equals… Holy crap! That’s eighteen fuckin’ grand. Fuck yeah! I can do this for two months! She quickly washed up and trudged down the hall in a huge bath towel. He hadn’t left her any clothes, and the rumbling in her tummy was more important right now. She had to do something, although prancing around naked in front of the help was not on her agenda. She didn’t give a rat’s ass whose slave he thought she was.
She entered the dining room where Sir was already sitting at the table and pulled out a chair to sit down. He pulled it back under the table with his foot. She smiled at him and tried to pull it back out thinking this was a game… and she had been around long enough to know how to play.
“Kitten,” he chuckled to himself. “Ahh...you little dirty whore. I see you disobeyed me. Again.” He stood up and moved closer to her. “You’re not very smart, are you?” He slid his fingers under her arm to loosen the towel. She tried to grab it as it fell to the floor. “Leave it. That just earned you another punishment.”
He circled her naked body, tracing his fingers across her tummy, then her spine. She shivered. Her nipples peaked as he made his way in front of her again.
“Can I uh—can I put something on? This is embarrassing.”
“Embarrassed? You are a fucking whore, Stella. How many guys did you fuck last week? Fifty? A hundred? Why so embarrassed?” She raised her hands to cover herself, but he moved them back down. “Never cover yourself in my presence. Never.”
She spat the words out, “What? Who the hell do you think you are? I didn’t sign up to be prancing around the house naked!” She was shocked. This guy is a fucking nutcase.
He spoke again, this time with more authority than grace. “Actually, you did, and since today is your first day as my sex slave, I’ll let you eat. But... you’ll eat on the floor like the naked little slut you are. And have another outburst like that and you’ll see exactly what you signed up for.” He turned his head toward the kitchen. “Maga, can you please bring my little bitch her kibbles?”
Stella stood frozen for a moment, her mouth gaping open. “You sick bast—” His hand flew through the air so fast and caught her squarely on the side of her cheek. She gasped and brought her hands to her face, shock coursing through her at the attack. “You dick!” she screamed as she felt the sting start to burn her skin. “Oh my God! I can’t believe you just did that!” She shuddered as her muscles tensed, and her nerves came alive.
As he sat back down to eat, she thought for a split second about smacking him across the face. After all, she could handle herself on the streets, but on second thought, it probably wouldn’t have been a very smart idea. For one thing, he might cancel his contract with Walt, and she’d lose any chance of picking up those eighteen big ones she’d been dreaming about, and secondly, he’d probably beat her ass.
No. Playing to his weaknesses was the way to go, and if he were like any other man, she had to get him on her turf. This would be a piece of cake. Moving up closer to him, cupping her breast in her right hand, she stroked her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, tightening it to a stiff little peak. If she could get him aroused, he was all hers, putty in her hands. She could fuck all day and make him beg for more at
night.
She bent down to him, narrowing her eyes. “Okay, big man, two can play this game.” Licking her lips, she ran her finger down his cheek. “You want little ol’ me to suck your cock?”
He shook his head in disbelief. “You stupid, little whore. You just don’t know when to give up do you?” Before she knew what was happening, he pulled back his chair, grabbed her hands, and pulled her down and over his lap, placing his right leg across the top of hers, and holding her arms across her back. She struggled and kicked until his hand landed on her ass with a loud whack!
“Ow!” She felt the searing heat on her bottom just like when she’d been naughty as a child. Yet unlike childhood, the bundle of nerves in her pussy woke up. The intense arousal surprised her.
She wriggled against his lap, determined to get away, but he held her tight. He was too strong and too fast for her. “Stop! That hurts!” Whack! came another spank, and she couldn’t help it as tears fell down her face. “Ahhh…”
Calmly and without missing a beat, he said, “Count, Stella, count them out.”
Her body trembled against him. She wondered how much of this she could bear as he smacked her ass again. “Count. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it.” His hand flew through the air, and another slap came down hard on her ass cheek.
“Three!” she cried out. Her ass felt like it would burst into flames. Her pussy ached deep inside. She was overwhelmed with the stinging sensation his hand caused as it landed on her ass cheek. She could feel herself wet between her thighs, and her clit rubbed gently on her lips with every spank. Oh, God no.
“Three? How about one? Start again. One!”
Stella’s cries were more pronounced, and her body shook as those cries became sobs. The delicious pain of his heavy hand aroused her more and more. She’d never imagined spankings could be as good as this. “Two,” she sobbed. Whack! “Three,” she whispered. Whack! “Four.”
Her juices ran out of her pussy and down onto his leg. “Ah, Stella, you are the dirtiest little whore, just like I imagined. You’re so fucking wet.”
She breathed deeply, in and out. She didn’t know when he would stop or even if she wanted him to stop. Her breathing labored, and her thoughts muddled into a cloudy haze. “Five…” The smacks kept coming, relentlessly. She counted, “six...seven...eight…”
Finally, he stopped. Eight strikes that felt like a hundred. Her ass cheeks felt red-hot, the sting was so intense, she winced when his fingertips began to move over the bright red handprints he’d left on her bottom. His hand moved lower, his fingers trailing down her ass crack, finding the path to her sweet spot. They were like magic as they moved slowly between her wet lips and gently rubbed her swollen clit. She whimpered, a soft mewl that grew louder as he slid two fingers inside, tapping and massaging the rough patch of her G-spot. Her hips moved forcefully, rocking, and struggling, trying to meet his movements.
“That’s it, my little dirty girl. Yeah, you like a good spanking. I can tell by your wet cunt. Fuck my fingers, kitten, yeah, just like the little dirty whore you are.” His thumb circled her clit over and over.
His fingertips gripped her fat, swollen clit, tensing and releasing, leaving her on the edge. He pinched the hard nub for a moment, her orgasm looming right there. He tweaked it hard then he let go, and his hand raised high and landed another smack on her ass again. “Mmmm… kitten,” he teased, “remember the rules... You didn’t ask permission.” The tone of his voice even more stern. “Now count.”
Fuck! She was wet, panting, and her ass felt like a slow burning fire. Her pussy ached, throbbing inside as if begging for its final release. “Nine….” she whimpered. “Ten.” She exhaled. She had no strength, every nerve in her body awakened by his ruthless hand.
She lay there waiting for the next one, but it didn’t come. He massaged her tender butt cheeks, grabbing and kneading them. She whimpered, not enough strength for a real moan as his hand moved down between her legs again, running his hot fingers up and down her slit. Teasing, playing, and edging her over and over again.
She lay there, quietly sobbing, trembling. He circled her clit, two other fingers moving inside her. She mumbled, “Oh my God, Sir... can I please... may I come?” Her little squeals coming faster now, he had to know she was at the point of no return.
“Awww, kitten, I’ll say when.” He circled her clit one more time, and she shuddered as her body took over her mind. She couldn’t control it any longer.
Her orgasm came fast and powerful. She was too euphoric to grind. She lay there as he flicked and rubbed her pussy, and she was over the edge. Her hips bucked hard against his hand, letting nature take over as she let out a soft growl, arching her back when he hit that spot. She cried out as her release bore down on her, surging through her body, and growing until it had to explode. He stroked a little quicker, and she let go, her orgasm coming in a gush of fluid that she couldn’t control.
Her chest heaved as she sucked in air, trembling from the force of her climax. The pleasure ebbed once she’d released all she had to give. She lay there on his lap panting. The blood pounding through her veins like she’d just run a marathon.
Michael held her like that, caressing her bottom, circling his fingers over the hot red handprints. Then he sat her up on his lap, holding her tight. His voice was calm. “Stella, understand me please. I will punish you. You must learn my rules. I promise you, if you’re a good girl, you’ll have everything you need. If you’re naughty, you will be punished. And you, my precious, little dirty girl, have been very, very naughty.”
His words sent shivers down her spine. There’s more punishment? She couldn’t stop trembling. It wasn’t just her pussy that came, it was her whole body, from her curly red hair to her baby pink painted toes. “S-Sir?”
“Yes, kitten?” he answered, running his fingers down her tear-stained cheek.
“That… that was incredible. How did… how… oh, I’m so sorry—can I ask you something?”
He looked at her and smiled. “May I. Can is an ability. May is asking permission. You say ‘Sir, may I?’ You got that, Stella?”
Biting her lip, she lowered her eyes, trying to obey. Her body felt so weak, she could barely hold her head up. “Sir, may I ask you a question?”
He slid his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. “Yes, kitten, you may.”
She glanced at the wetness pooled on the floor and then back to him. “Sorry about the floor, I don’t know what happened. This is the first time anyone has ever made me come like that. Are you going to punish me for it because my ass really hurts?”
He exhaled, looking into her bright green eyes, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. “You know, there’s a lot more where that came from. But I’m afraid that after disobeying me, yes, you’ll have to be punished.” He stood up and scooped her into his arms like a baby.
“What kind of punishment?” she asked as she laid her head on his chest. Her ass burned like a bonfire, and muscles she didn’t know she had were still pulsating from her orgasm. A slow, steady, euphoric throb. He had woken something up inside of her, and she wasn’t quite sure what it was yet, but it felt better than anything she’d ever experienced before.
Chapter 3
He carried her naked body down a long corridor, unlocked the heavy oak door, and walked into a dimly lit room. She blinked a few times as she adjusted her eyes and looked around. There was a padded bench, chains heavily bolted to the walls, an assortment of whips, floggers, and rope. A large hook hanging from the ceiling caught her eye. Is he going to use all this stuff on me? Her stomach churned at the thought.
“You’ll get those soon enough, my pet.” He traced his finger across her cheek. “Soon enough.” She looked at him, out of fear or respect, she didn’t know. She just wanted the day to be over yet had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that it had only just begun.
He gestured toward a door on the side of the room and set her down. “Go pee. You hav
e two minutes.”
She looked up at him, her throat tightened and she choked out, “Okay, but I don’t really have to go right now.” This was exhausting, nothing like she’d ever done before. She’d heard about BDSM and read a little bit about it, even thought at one time she’d like to try it. Now, after seeing the dungeon and experiencing the spanking, she was having second thoughts. But the money still echoed in her head. After the sixty days were up and she got her cut, she could leave town and start a new life. A life in a new place where no one would know she was a whore.
“Kitten, I know you’re in training, still learning, but you answer me ‘yes, Sir’. Remember? Eyes down, yes, Sir.” He coaxed her toward the bathroom. “Now go on in there and try to pee. Two minutes and I’m counting.”
Still shaky from the scene in the kitchen, she turned and slapped his hand off her shoulder and glared at him. “Stop it! I’m going.”
He grabbed her arm, spun her around, and clamped his hand on her jaw. He lifted her up to face him eye to eye. “Stella, why? Why do you defy me? Good thing you don’t have to go right now, because you just lost bathroom privileges,” he sighed and lowered her to the ground. “I really hate to do this to you so early in the game.”
“Yes, Sir.” She glared at him. Asshole. What the fuck am I supposed to do later? Pee on the friggin’ floor?
He smiled. “See? Not that difficult.” He lifted her arms and cuffed them to the hook she saw earlier, hanging so blatantly from the ceiling. It was a little high for her five-foot frame, so she wiggled and stood on her tippy toes. The painful strain on her arms, shoulders, and body was almost immediate, and she knew she couldn’t hang like that for too long. She prayed she didn’t have to.
He put a long wooden block beneath her for her feet to stand on and buckled her ankles to the shackles that were attached to it by huge bolts.
“Thank you, Sir.” She was grateful that she didn’t have to hang anymore. Her arms were bound tight above her head, and her legs were now immobile beneath her. She wondered what would happen if she peed on the floor, but in her line of work, she’d learned how to hold it for hours.
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