by Lacy Dae
He knelt beside me, shifting me on the bed, and pleasure jolted through me from even that careless motion. Concern rose within me as I realized how close to release I already was. Could I hold out until he gave me permission? Somehow I doubted he'd make it easy for me.
He held out a silk scarf, its deep red color nearly black in the growing light. "I'm going to blind-fold you, Rachel." At my wide-eyed stare, he went on, reassuringly. "It's for your own good, darling." Not comforted in the least, I let him wind the scarf around my eyes, smooth and tight. It totally blocked out the light, returning me to the darkness. I trembled as he brushed his hand down my body, his finger flicking my clit teasingly. His weight shifted, and I jerked, startled, as his lips brushed my ear. "I'm going to take your virginity now, Rachel. Are you ready?"
I swallowed hard, licking suddenly dry lips. It had seemed like forever, but I'd actually only known this man for a day and a night. And there was no contract between us now. Did I really want to let him deflower me? I'd been such a good girl, had been saving myself for marriage... Did I want to give that gift to a near-stranger? I hesitated for a long moment, and then nodded, jerkily.
"Excellent." His hot breath traveled down my throat, and then his lips closed over my pulse. The wet heat of his mouth surged through me, a lick of fiery lust that made me whimper. He sucked painfully hard, leaving his mark on my skin. I panted as he slowly worked down my body. Not being able to see seemed to heighten my sense of touch, and I was quivering long before he finally settled between my thighs. He blew across my swollen folds and I moaned, struggling for control. I fought down the pleasure twisting in my core, desperately clawing back from the edge of climax.
His flickering tongue had barely touched my throbbing clit when I lost that hopeless battle. I cried out, jerking up off the bed, as the twisted tension in my core shattered into a tingling spray. Vibrating shocks of pleasure rippling through me, waves of sensation that left goose-bumps on my skin. My pussy clenched again and again, tightening painfully on nothing, as the after-shocks swept down my legs. Miles laughed, smugly pleased, and the chuckling vibration against my over-sensitized clit was nearly painfully intense. Whimpering, I tried to squirm up the bed to escape him.
His hands clamped down my thighs, foiling my attempt. As the searing pleasure faded away, I slumped back to the bed, panting for breath. He gave me a few moments to recover, before straddling my trembling body, his rigid cock pressed against my belly. I froze, suddenly intimidated by its firm girth. But his next words wiped that concern completely away.
"I'm disappointed by your lack of discipline, darling. I see you need more training." I shook my head, a spike of fear shooting through as he ground his hard cock against me. "Remember your safe word, darling. I promise to stop if you use it." I felt him lean in closer, his forehead brushing mine, a bare inch between our mouths. "But only if you use it, do you understand?" I swallowed and nodded.
"Good." He sat back up. "I'm going to tie you to the bedposts, since you're a bit wiggly this morning." He started on my trembling legs, sliding off my damp panties before wrapping my ankles with the silky fabric and securing them to the bedposts. The restraints were tight, but not painfully so, and I still had a little bit of movement. He bound my wrists next, leaving me spread-eagled and blind across the bed.
I squirmed on the bed, fighting down a surge panic at being so helpless. Miles' voice drifted over from the side of the room. "The knots are quick-release, darling. If you have to, you can just pull on the loose ends at the inside of your wrists. But I'd rather you didn't." I gasped in a breath, fighting down the irrational fear, and twisted my hands to find the loose ends. Catching the fabric between my fingertips calmed me, and my pounding heart slowed a bit as the budding panic attack faded away.
A sudden weight dipped the end of the bed, and I froze as Miles' moved up between my legs. I felt totally exposed to him, my most private areas wide open, and my legs trembled as I pulled against the ankle restraints reflexively. I jumped as his warm hands gripped my ankle and then slid up my calf, massaging the tight muscles. He worked up my legs and I slowly relaxed under the soothing caresses. A hot jolt of pleasure burst through me as his thumb brushed against my pussy.
"You're so wet, darling. So hot and ready for me." I blushed, but he went on, tracing a finger delicately down my cleft. "I don't want to hurt you, so I'm going to stretch out that tight pussy a little bit. But..." His finger tapped sharply against my clit, making me gasp. "I don't want you to cum until I'm inside you, Rachel. Do you understand?"
I nodded blindly, and heard him sigh. "Use your words, darling." Despite my trembling, fearful arousal, I couldn't help smiling at that familiar complaint.
"I promise not to cum too early." A long silence indicated his dissatisfaction. "Sir."
"I accept your promise." His solemn words gave it surprising weight. I gasped as his hands slid up, framing my pussy. He spread the soft folds delicately, exploring every nook and cranny as I panted, squirming. I felt a fingertip brush against the virgin entrance to my body. He pushed into me slowly, filling the aching hollow tenderly, and I squeezed around his finger. He groaned, pushing harder, and my hips rose to meet him, urging him deeper.
Another finger joined the first, stretching me slightly as they sank into my body. His knuckles pressed against my pussy as his fingers plunged into me, searching for the special spot deep inside. Then I gasped as he found it, jerking with each thrust of his hard fingers. The coiling tension began to build inside me once more, and I moaned. Turning my head blindly, I sank my teeth into my upper arm, trying to distract myself with pain. I heard a hoarse chuckle from my tormentor, and the fingers pulled free of my throbbing pussy, achingly empty. I twisted, yanking against the restraints in frustration.
Something cold brushed my pussy, and I cried out in shock. It was hard and slick, feeling like ice against my pussy. The smooth knob pressed against my entrance, gradually pressing into me and I whimpered at the cold touch. It slid into me slowly, the hard length working deeply into my body, and as I panted at the foreign sensation, it started to warm, no long freezing cold but merely chilly. Its motion halted for a long moment, and then it began to thrust in and out of me, each smooth slide into my pussy making me gasp. The firm touches deep inside of me, and the stretching at my entrance sent surges of pleasure through me, tightening the erotic tension in my belly.
My muscles tightened around the invader, clenching the slick surface, but unable to halt its pace. I gasped and shook, my hips rocking against each thrust, fighting down the pleasure filling me. Thankfully, after a few more forceful shoves, it was pulled free of my body, and I slumped in relief as the threatening peak receded once more. Miles rolled the smooth cylinder, now hot from my body, across my belly thoughtfully. "Very good, darling. Let's take this up a notch, shall we?"
I whimpered a faint protest, but he rightfully ignored it. He leaned in, and I arched off the bed as his shockingly hot mouth lapped at my pussy. His tongue darted into my entrance, and then his mouth slid upwards, his lips closing on my clit. I pulled on the restraints as he nibbled the sensitive nub, jolting me with raw pleasure again and again, until I begged him to stop. The rising tide of pleasure had swept me upwards, forcing me towards the peak I was desperate to avoid. I clung to the solid feel of the scarves as a distraction, straining against the restraints until they bit painfully into my wrists. After an eternity of this sensual torment, he tired of the game, and pulled away once more.
"Are you ready for me, darling?" He murmured, teasing my entrance with his thumb as I quivered and shook. I nodded desperately, and then spoke before he could chastise me. "Please, please fuck me. Oh God, please fuck my pussy!"
A pleased grunt was the only response, and then hard hands gripped my hips, lifting and tilting me. His weight shifted as he rose to his knees, and then I felt the blunt head of his cock probing my throbbing pussy. The hard cock found my entrance, and pressed inwards, stretching me more than ever before. I whimpered at
the sudden pain, and felt a soft kiss brush my forehead. He paused, letting me adjust to the thick girth stretching my pussy, then pushed forward a bit more. Slowly, he worked his way deeper, each short thrust sinking a bit further, until he reached an obstacle.
My hymen, still miraculously intact. His voice was a bit strained. "I'm afraid this next bit will hurt, darling. My apologies." With that, he thrust hard into me, sinking his cock fully into me in one sharp motion. A tearing pain shot through me, and I muffled a shriek, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. He froze, groaning as my pussy reflexively clenched around his cock, until I released him. With another whispered apology, he pulled out and then thrust back into my aching sheath.
I whimpered, all pleasure lost to the pain, as he pounded into me again and again. His hand drifted down between us, and his thumb ground against my clit. As the sting faded away, pleasure once more built within me, surging with each thrust of his hard cock into my throbbing pussy, in time with the rough pressure against my clit. I rocked my hips against him, and he picked up speed, his thick dick sinking deeply into me in a fast, jolting rhythm. The tension in my core built once more, shockingly fast, and then with one last thrust I was forced over its edge, clawing at the sheets as an immense wave of pleasure rolled through my body, a vast surge of sensation overwhelming my senses.
Miles moaned as my clenching pussy tightened even further, and he jerked and strained over me. I cried out as his cock twitched deep inside my throbbing pussy, his hot load shooting deep inside of me. The echoes of orgasm rippled through me, smaller surges of sensation that tingled down my legs and blanked out my mind as Miles' panted and shook above me. Finally spent, he collapsed onto me. I tugged on the quick-release knots, and slipped my wrists free, running my hands down his sweaty back as he gasped for air.
He laughed, catching his breath, and then rolled off me. I sat up, removing the blindfold and freeing my ankles, before cuddling in beside him with my head resting on his shoulder. We lay there together, adrift in the after-glow, for quite a long time. I had nearly fallen asleep when he finally spoke.
"Thank you, darling. What a magnificent gift you have been!" He sounded almost awed, but his words sent a cold shiver through me.
"I wasn't a gift, and you know it! I was a trap." I tried to halt the bitter words, not wanting to start another fight with my lover, but I couldn't stop the over-flowing guilt. "We have to stop your ex-wife, Miles, it's not right that she's won!" I started to apologize once more, ashamed at being used against him that way, but he hushed me with a gentle finger across my lips.
"She hasn't won anything, darling." His hand slid down my cheek as I sat up to stare at him.
"B-but the votes... you agreed to vote her way, you were really upset!" I was floundering, as the solid truth I had thought I'd known dissolved into quicksand.
"I had gotten rid of my voting stock just before the meeting, darling. I'll bet Clarice was royally ticked when she learned that! And it's not like the agreement would have held up in court, anyways." He smoothed back a wandering tendril of my hair.
It took a moment for his meaning to sink in, and then I felt sick, my stomach churning as bile rose up in my throat. "Th-the thugs... you let them... Oh, God." I jerked away from him. The scale was the betrayal was numbing. I had been so hurt, so scared and violated, for no reason at all. He could have stopped the attack at any time without any sacrifice whatsoever. But he hadn't.
He looked a bit uncomfortable, which I was dimly glad to see. Maybe he wasn't a sociopath after all. "I am sorry for that, darling. At first, I wasn't sure that you weren't a part of her plot. And then, once you were so brave for me and I realized you were truly innocent, well, I couldn't give in to her too easily."
I stared at him blankly, and he went on, sounding infuriatingly reasonable. "If I had just handed over the votes, she'd have been suspicious. She could have checked on my stocks with just a phone call, darling, and once she'd known the truth, the bitch would never have given you back to me. She had to believe my reluctance!" He looked just a bit smug at the clever trick he'd pulled on his ex-wife.
My fists clenched and I flew off the bed, suddenly desperate to escape. Snatching up my discarded t-shirt, I yanked it down over my head. Dimly I heard words, but the buzzing in my head drowned out their meaning. I became totally fixated on finding my underwear instead. I couldn't leave in just a t-shirt! "Where are my panties?" I interrupted the stranger sitting up in the rumpled bed. He looked distressed. Too damned bad.
"Rachel, darling, don't you want to talk about this?" I shook my head violently, and then nodded just as hard. Finally finding my wayward panties on the floor, I turned my back to the bed and yanked them on.
"I just have one fucking question for you, darling." From the corner of my eye, I saw him jerk as the venom hit home. "How did you get rid of your stocks so fast? Surely she'd have noticed a transaction of that size. You can't move billions of dollars that easily! She had to have known." The truth of my words struck me, and I froze in mid-stride towards the door. "She had to have known. Oh, fuck me, the two of you were in this together, weren't you. This really was some sick perverted game." I gulped for air, trying not to throw up as spots danced before my eyes.
"No! Rachel, I swear, it wasn't like that." I sank to the floor as my knees weakened. Rapid footsteps approached and then warm hands brushed back my hair and rubbed my back. I swatted at them weakly, burying my face against my knees. I had been so used. "You're right, Rachel, I couldn't just sell the stock, not without her finding out. So I did the next best thing."
He caught my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I shuddered, trying to twist away, but his grip was too tight. Reluctantly, I met his eyes, glimmering through the haze of unshed tears that clouded my vision. He stared back soberly, his dark eyes pleading. "I set up a trust fund. For my child. All the stocks belong to him, or her, I suppose. I purposefully didn't appoint a trustee for the fund, so nobody can vote the stocks. Not until the child takes possession at twenty-five."
He released me and sat back with a pained sigh. For the first time since I'd met him, he looked his age, and I ached to sooth him. I hastily quashed that dangerous urge, struggling to focus on his words.
"Child? What child?!" Baffled, I shook my head. He hadn't had any kids with his ex-wife, and had been notoriously reclusive since their divorce. He looked away for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest, before taking a deep breath and turning back to me.
"Well, the one you might already be carrying." He reached out and this time I let him touch my face without a struggle, my mind reeling. "Or perhaps the one you can give me?"
To be Continued!
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