by Saber Vale
“Your body is so perfect, don’t hide it,” he said, his voice a growl, “I want to devour you.”
He pushed me back on the bed, spread my legs, and I shuddered as he pressed his mouth against my pussy, licking me like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. I sighed helplessly, running a hand through his thick hair, feeling his day-old stubble against my sensitive skin. His strong hands were on my hips and he pushed me onto the bed, pushing my legs back as he licked and sucked me, making me buck my hips and arch my back, pleasure and heat running through my body in hot waves. Keller tore off his clothes as he ate me, and I looked down to see his beautiful body come into view, hovering over me, his eyes filled with intense need.
Just as he’d promised a few night before, he produced a pair of sparkling silver nipple clamps and slipped them onto my nipples, tight and painful.
“They hurt,” I whimpered, and Keller laughed.
“That’s the point,” he said, biting my neck gently, running two fingers between my pussy lips, sending hot surges of pleasure through me, all the more intense because of the pain, “I’ll take them off after you come.”
“Mmm,” I whimpered, then begged “please, please fuck me.”
“I want to fuck you so hard,” he said, looking down at me with burning eyes.
“Please,” I begged again, wanting nothing more in the world.
He impaled me, and I cried out. There was no pain like there had been before, only pleasure, only the feeling of being filled entirely by him, his thick member giving me something I didn’t know I needed. He leaned down to kiss me, and slightly twisted on one of my nipples, groaning as his tongue swirled against mine. He tugged on the clamps a little bit at a time, making me quiver and whine, beg and plead.
It hurt, but it also intensified the pleasure. I arched my back toward him, I whimpered, I ached for more. He slowed down, still kissing me, still twisting the clamps, until finally I pulsed with surging pleasure, coming hard.
He slipped off the clamps and I felt awash in relief.
He stopped fucking me suddenly and pulled out, sighing like it pained him to do so, and turned me over onto my hands and knees so that he could take me from behind. The sensation, as he gripped my hips and pushed himself inside of me, was new and different... and amazing. He fucked me hard and I turned, looking over my shoulder to gaze into his gorgeous, burning eyes.
“Fuck, you’re something else,” he groaned, slapping my ass with a firm, strong hand.
I cried out and bit my lip, my eyes fluttering at the pain.
“Did that hurt?” he asked, his voice throaty and deep.
“Mmhmm,” I whimpered, knowing it meant he would do it again.
Another firm spanking, red hand print against my white flesh, and I shuddered with pain even as the pleasure in my belly grew. What was he doing to me? How could he make me hurt and writhe with pleasure at the same time?
Suddenly, he pulled out and came all over the small of my back, like he was marking me.
“Goddamn,” he said collapsing next to me, closing his eyes.
I got up and cleaned myself, then sat in the bed beside him.
We stayed like that for a second, Keller with his eyes closed, me waiting, unsure of what to do.
“Do you need to get back to work?” I asked.
“Not really,” he said lazily, his eyes still closed, “do you want to get dinner?”
We went to a place I could never, ever afford on my own, Paley, where for an hour you would have thought we were a normal couple. Keller told me nothing about himself, but asked endless questions about me, my life in Indiana, why I came to Hollywood. I was sure he was going to roll his eyes or tease me about my decision to try my hand at show business after being the star of a few high school musicals, but he didn’t.
“You’re pretty enough,” he said with a shrug, “you’ve got a lot of charm and you seem like you could be talented after I watched your tape.”
“So you think I have what it takes?” I asked hopefully.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, not entirely condescendingly, “there’s a point where it stops being about talent and looks and charm and starts being about how far you’re willing to go, or just about luck, if you get cast in the right indie movie, or about who your dad is.”
“I see,” I said sadly, “how did you get ahead?”
“Well, I work hard, but I was already rich,” he said with a shrug, “I went to elite schools, I grew up with other people who run the business. It’s not magic.”
“People like me don’t have a chance,” I said glumly.
“The point isn’t to feel bad or think you don’t have a chance,” he said, “the point is that it’s not personal. Besides, you’re eating dinner with a Hollywood producer right now and you just got cast in a movie. Things are going pretty well for you.”
“But that’s because…”
“You don’t have to sleep with me,” Keller interrupted, “I cast you before we had sex.”
“I guess,” I said, avoiding his eyes.
He laughed.
“You think I have to cast a woman in a movie to sleep with her?”
“No,” I said, “I guess not, but you could cut me out of the movie if you wanted.”
“Sure,” he said, “but that’s the game you play when you sleep with the producer.”
I nodded.
“I like you, Selma,” he said suddenly, like it was a problem, “I’m going to try to make this work for you.”
“As long as I’m sleeping with you,” I added.
“Maybe, I’m not a charity,” he said, lowering his eyes at me, “but I think you like sleeping with me.”
He was right.
“I am your master, and you are my living, breathing sex toy, an object for my pleasure.”
Keller spoke in a low voice.
We were back at the hotel, later that night, and he had made me kneel at his feet, binding my wrists behind my back. I was wearing a blindfold, a bra, panties, and the leather cuffs. He’d brought a big, ominous, black leather bag with us into the room.
“Ok,” I said weakly.
“Yes sir,” he corrected.
I looked up at him.
“Yes sir.”
“Bend over,” he instructed, “put your face against the carpet.”
I did as I was told.
I heard Keller search through the bag, heard him pull something out. I didn’t have to see it to know it was an instrument of pain.
“Do you want me to spank you, Selma?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” I whimpered.
“Do you want me to humiliate you?”
“Yes sir.”
I felt the paddle land on my ass in a smack so sudden and shocking that I cried out.
“It hurts, but you don’t mind, do you?”
Did I? I was getting more turned on by the second, I knew I wanted more, but my body was tense with fear as well.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” he said quietly.
“No,” I whispered, “I want more, sir.”
The paddle landed again and I whimpered. Keller’s breathing was measured like he was restraining himself, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out in anticipation.
“You have such a beautiful ass,” he said, “shame it’s going to get marked up.”
I shuddered as the paddle came down on me again, making my whole body tremble.
One.
Two.
Three.
He spanked me three more times, hard, until I could hear that his breath was ragged.
“You take it so well, like you want it, but you’re terrified.”
“Yes sir,” I whispered.
He was reading me well.
I could feel his cool hand on my ass, on my red marks, soothing me. I breathed sighs of relief and relaxed a little bit as I began to feel his cock press against me, inside of me.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” I said.<
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I wanted to plead. I ached to have him inside of me.
I felt the huge, firm shaft of his cock enter me and fill me up. I heard him sigh like he’d been waiting to fuck me, like he couldn’t wait.
“You feel so good, Selma,” he groaned, pushing every inch of himself in and out so slowly that it was excruciating.
“I love your cock,” I whimpered.
It was true.
“Then beg for it,” he said, pulling out of me.
I instantly felt empty and almost abandoned.
“Please, please fuck me,” I begged.
“I don’t know,” Keller laughed at me, “you were a virgin just a few days ago and now you’re desperate for cock? I don’t buy it.”
“Please, please sir can I have your cock?”
My voice broke. I was desperate.
“Keller, please, I need you inside of me,” I begged pathetically.
“Innocent little farm girl to cock hungry Hollywood whore in just a few days,” he said, tsk-ing me, “maybe I liked you better when you were innocent.”
“I… I’m only a whore for you,” I whimpered.
Keller sighed, like I’d said magic words.
“Alright sweetheart,” he said, stroking my back as he pushed his thickness back inside of me, making me tremble gratefully.
“God, you love it don’t you,” he said, playing with my hair and then, suddenly, taking a handful of it and pulling it firmly back so I arched my back towards him.
“Mmm,” I moaned, letting him pull my whole body against his as he fucked me hard, savagely even, my hair tangled in his fingers.
He ran his hand around my hips and pressed some fingers against my clit, playing me like a violin in smooth, firm strokes. I was shaking with pleasure, my nerves running wild after the brutal spanking. How was he so good at sex? Could any other man compare to this?
He gripped me suddenly, our bodies completely tight against each other, then sank his teeth into my neck, groaning as he emptied his cum inside of me, filling me up.
After, we were both spent, and collapsed beside one another in the huge bed, arms and legs intertwined.
I fell asleep like that, his powerful, perfect body, warm and tangled with mine.
When I woke up, I was alone.
Darke
I drove through the early morning light thinking of what I had just done.
By the time it was over, I thought, I probably wouldn’t even like her anymore. She would be like all the other girls, fake and needy, jaded and self-absorbed. It would be easy, then, to walk away.
I looked forward to her downfall.
I resented that I’d missed my run. It was already time to start work and I was far from my house, which was far from my office. I’d spend the whole morning driving, making calls, getting annoying reminders from my assistant.
I wished I was still a smoker, I felt strangely distracted and wanted to relax, clear my head.
I thought about everything Selma had told me the night before. The farm she’d grown up on, the high school plays she’d been in. I almost felt sorry for her, but the world had been mostly good to her, and was only just now about to get rough. For me it had always been unkind, even though I’d known privileges she would never be able to imagine.
“Mr. Darke,” my assistant’s disembodied voice on my car stereo, “you have a meeting with Silvia Embers at eleven, are you going to make it?”
“Uh, yeah, sure, what’s it about?” I asked, wishing the day was already over, stuck in gridlock on the highway.
“Her agent says that you requested to see her, that you had a stack of scripts for her to look at,” my assistant said.
I had no recollection of having spoken to Silvia’s agent, but that usually meant that she wanted to come in for a general audition, maybe a little bit more. Fine, I thought, I could go for some meaningless sex.
I walked into my office through the back entrance because my assistant said Sylvia was already waiting for me in reception. I was annoyed, and really didn’t feel like taking the meeting, but I knew that if I hadn’t spent the night with Selma I wouldn’t mind. I hated that she could make me want to change my routine, and refused to let the strange feelings I had get in the way of the way I did things.
I grabbed a soda water, took a few deep breaths, and called Sylvia into my office.
Sylvia had dark, auburn hair, puffy, botoxed lips, and the nicest pair of fake tits I’d ever seen. They were definitely new since the last time I saw her, and she was really showing them off in her tight black tank top. She smiled at me as she slipped into my office, into the seat in front of my desk.
“Ms. Embers,” I said, glancing down at her headshot, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I heard you might have a part for me?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
Reading over her resume I could see that she’d been in a few small movies that didn’t perform very well. There had been a little bit of talk about her after one movie she’d made a couple years before, but it had fizzled out. Her agent was starting to get pushy, and if she didn’t get a good role soon she’d probably be out of the business.
“Is that what you heard?” I said, smiling at her, wanting to call her on her bullshit, wanting to see where the conversation would go.
“Yeah, that you’re looking to fill a couple of parts,” she said, licking her thick, sensuous lips like it was an afterthought, “and you wanted to talk to me, see what I could do…?”
If she was nervous she didn’t show it.
I thought of Selma, her eyes darting, biting her lip, her hands shaking slightly. She had been so nervous it had endeared me, perhaps to my own detriment. Suddenly, a girl like Sylvia who would do anything at the drop of a hat didn’t seem quite as interesting.
I was annoyed with myself. A few days before I would have gotten hard at the thought of a woman willing to do anything, a woman who didn’t care, who was as detached as I was.
“Did you get new tits, Sylvia?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.
“Oh,” she said with a laugh, “yeah, do you want to see them?”
“Sure,” I said, tapping a pen against my desk, completely bored.
Sylvia peeled off the tight tank top.
Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her tits were perky and very round, a little too round and firm, honestly, and seemed to stare back at me like unblinking eyes.
“Pretty good,” I said, disinterested.
“You want to see more?” she asked, standing up slowly.
“Whatever you want,” I said, shrugging.
She slipped out of the silver skin-tight skirt, and stood beside me at my desk in just her panties. I spun my chair a little bit so I could look at her and leaned back. She bent over my desk wearing nothing but her lacy thong, showing off her well-tanned ass.
“Do you want to take my panties off, Mr. Darke?” she said in a fake little kitten voice.
Finally, my dick woke up.
“Hmm… ok,” I said, tossing my pen aside.
I stood up and slipped her panties down over her thighs. She clearly had a spray tan with thong tan-lines, and a little tattoo of a rose on her lower back. She had all the sexual appeal of a plastic doll, but sometimes fake and plastic, jaded and dumb, is exactly what you need to remind you that feelings are for suckers, people who don’t have control.
I slid two fingers into her pussy, found her wet and ready. She moaned, her voice like a porn actress, artificial and over-the-top. I slapped her ass, and she yelped.
She turned and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head.
“No kissing, huh?” she asked.
“I’m not that kind of guy,” I said, lifting her ass up onto my desk and spreading her knees, fingering her a little bit more as I unbuttoned my shirt.
I reached into my desk where I had a roll of condoms and tore one off. We had hardly touched, and I was about to stick my cock inside of her. I slipped my pants down just enough so t
hat I could pull myself out.
I tore the condom open with my teeth and slipped the condom over my dick, stroking it to hardness.
Suddenly, It bought of Selma. I tried to shake the thought from my mind… the way she looked at me after.
“Actually,” I said, “get on your knees.”
“Oh, uh, ok,” she said, sliding down.
“You can suck me off if you want,” I said, “but no promises after that.”
She did, licking my shaft and balls, taking me into her mouth, her throat. She was a real pro. I came soon enough, but was left with a feeling of emptiness that I usually didn’t mind. For the first time in my life, I felt disappointed.
“So…” she started.
“I’m sorry, but I have another meeting I need to get ready for… I’ll keep you in mind.”
“What the fuck, Darke?” she demanded.
I sighed.
Why had I let her suck me off? Because I wanted to prove that I could do it and not give a fuck.
“Please, Sylvia, you know I don’t give parts for sex,” I said, “I told you I wouldn’t promise you anything.”
“But I thought…”
“I like to fuck,” I said with a shrug, “you knew that walking in here. Sorry if you thought we were making a trade. I really will keep you in mind, like I said.”
I felt nothing as she hurried out and I flipped open my laptop, seeing if there were any new scripts in my inbox. That was a good thing. Numbness was the only thing I ever wanted to feel, and as long as there was a parade of hot, easy women floating through my life I never had to feel anything at all.
I was making another movie in the Icelandic countryside, a weird sci-fi movie that I really liked, even though some other executives had passed and said it was unmakeable.
I had a ton of emails about troubles on set there. Weather was making it hard to shoot, and some of the actors were having problems with the director.