I sat up slowly, trying not to move too fast and make anything hurt more than it already was.
I slid out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to wash up. I stepped over the little of nothing I had worn that night that had been tossed to the floor. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I found my reflection revolting. I heard the sound of music coming from Dani’s room so I wrapped my housecoat around me and went to knock on her door. It swung open to a cheerful and happy, Dani. “Good morning!” she said, stepping aside for me to come in.
I walked in and laid on the foot of her bed as she danced around, singing and packing. “Where are you going,” I asked, sitting up on my elbows.
“To see a man about a dog,” she said, sticking her tongue out at me.
“That’s one special dog I see,” I said, annoyed with her sarcasm.
“Oh, you, big baby. I’m going to another party but this time, it’s in Boston.” She smiled widely.
I got up to leave. “Well, good for you. I’m going to take a much-needed shower and look for some aspirin to take away my headache. Be safe,” I said, walking to the door.
“Tasha, you should come.” She pulled me back by the back of my robe. I felt the chill of cool air hitting my bare shoulder.
“No way! I went with you last night and I’m not going to any more of those fundraisers.” I held my ground.
She jerked the robe down. “Let me see your brand. Who’s is it?” she asked, turning me around.
“He said his name was Bill,” I said as I pulled my robe back up.
“Bill. Which one?” she asked as if I knew.
“You tell me. You’re the one who knows those people. And who was that old man you were with last night?”
“Jon D. He’s so nice. But he’s never seen fit to brand me.”
“He was the old guy who spilled his drink on me last night.” I shuttered in disgust. “He’s old enough to be your grandfather’s grandfather.”
She gave me a grin. “Yeah, well he has way more money than my grandfather’s grandfather ever had.” She shrugged her shoulders and resumed packing as I rolled my eyes in her direction then walked out the door.
Dani was all about money and only attended college to keep her father happy. He was a hard ass in the courtroom but a softy when it came to her.
Something had to have happened to Dani, she was broken by it and didn’t care to talk about it. I loved her all the same, though.
Whatever this BBC was she was attending, had some deep roots to what she wanted to be. May it be a wife or a mistress, she cared not for the wives and children of those men. I, on the other hand, didn’t care to be bought as a plaything by any married businessman. Billionaire or not!
After showering, I heard the front door close and knew that Dani had left and the small apartment was all mine. It was no luxury as she was barely there anyway, to begin with. I put on a pair of jogging pants, a tank top, and my tennis shoes. It was going to be a casual dress day for me as I was going to do nothing but study. But first I needed coffee.
I grabbed my keys and headed to the door. Before I opened it, I noticed a box sitting on the table with my name on it. Putting my keys down, I opened the box to find a note. ‘Let the 24 hours begin. Take the mask and meet me at the BBC building at 1pm. Don’t be late.’
I looked at the mask and the bra and underwear set in black silk that was wrapped in pretty gold paper. A smile crept over my face as I knew exactly who it was from.
Totally oblivious to how he obtained my address and too excited and nervous at the time to care, I went back into the bathroom to put on the lingerie and some decent clothes to cover it.
My gut and brain were telling me to forget his request, yet the butterflies were screaming for action. I put on the pieces and a pair of white jeans. Adding a navy blue blouse and a pair of navy blue heels. I snatched my messy bun out and put some curls in it, applying some nude makeup to set off my look. “We’ll see how this goes.” I winked at myself in the mirror.
I didn’t know why I was doing what I was doing. The unknown man had me under his sexy spell. All I knew for sure, was he wanted me and I wanted him.
Chapter 4
NICHOLAI
My assistant, Jennifer, sat with a folder in front of her with a photo of Natasha Greenwell and her life story in it. It seemed Natasha had grown up in Nantucket and moved to New York for college on a scholarship.
Her father was an FBI agent. Little was known about her mother. She was attending New York university with a Major in Mechanical Engineering. I knew just the tactic to get to her and it was going to be a gamble at best but worth a try. But that plan was only if she tried to ditch me.
“So you’re back at it again with these BBC newbies,” Jennifer snickered. She was my younger cousin as well as my assistant, and I loved her dearly.
“That’s my business, Jen.” I kissed her forehead as I took the folder and left her office. I put the folder inside of my vault for safe keeping.
Natasha was a work in disguise and I wanted her in every which way for my pleasures and desires. My watch read twelve thirty, so it was nearly time for us to meet at the BBC building. I left the office and headed to my town car where my driver was waiting.
It took all of an hour to get there, due to New York traffic. I hated being late for anything whether it was a business meeting or a pleasure meeting.
“Josh, take the back way,” I called out to my driver. He did as I said and we drove up to find not a car in sight. “She should’ve been here by now.”
Moments later my eyes landed on a white, Toyota Camry, pulling in. I was shocked a bit as my heart skipped a beat when I saw her gorgeous face and knew she was there for me. I had been afraid she’d blow me off.
I pulled on my mask as I got out of the car and pulled the keys to the club out of my pants pocket. No one else was there, we’d be all alone. She saw me coming but waited by her car. After unlocking the door, I waved for her to come in and waited for her to put her own mask on.
She still had nervousness all over her and I found it sexy that she was nervous. “Natasha, glad you made it.” I smiled at her.
“I almost didn’t,” she said as she walked passed me.
“I’m glad you did.” I gave her a bigger smile which she didn’t seem to notice at all.
We made our way down the stairwell and to the red door, in silence. I opened it for her as it was empty and no evidence of last night stood out, except what was in my memory. I took her hand and lead her to one of the rooms.
“What am I doing here?” she asked.
“You belong to me for 24 hours, Natasha. Remember?” I asked, leading her to the bed.
She looked around until our eyes met. “Don’t patronize me. I know what you wanted, I just don’t get why we’re here.” She stood next to the bed.
I inched closer to her, closing the gap between us as my height towered over her small frame. “Like I said, because you belong to me right now.” I gently pushed her onto the bed.
She eyed me, as if she wanted to protest. I pulled my shirt off first. Then I pushed her shirt up, further and further to her neck as I planted kisses and sucked marks on her body.
My body was aching for her, so I took her shirt off then the bra I’d bought for her. My hands slid over her plump breasts and I leaned over to take one in my mouth, and found a nice sized scar under her left breast.
She pushed my hand and closed her eyes, as if in shame. “Don’t.” I said, moving her hands to her sides. I ran my fingers over the old scar. “What happened?”
“It’s a long story with a bad ending,” she said as she stopped struggling to stop my attention to the minor imperfection on her otherwise flawless skin.
“Maybe you’ll tell me about it next time,” I said then kissed the scar.
My hands roamed down to her crotch as I unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them off. Her right nipple was between my teeth as I probed and played with her breasts. My tongue swirled aro
und her nipples, sucking them as her body vibrated.
The panties I bought her would look more enticing on the floor than on her. I ripped them at the sides and pulled them off of her. My cock was pulsating so much, I thought it would burst through my slacks. But I maintained my self-control as I continued to tease her.
Her moans began to fill the room. “Do you remember the rules?” I asked her.
She nodded. “Yes, I remember the rules,” she panted, out of breath.
“Recite them to me.” I demanded.
She gave me a look as if to ask if I were serious. My expression was stern and she caught on quickly. “No touching, no passionate kissing, no talking, and no outbursts. But why no outbursts?” she asked.
I sat up to look at her at eye level. “Because I said so.” I told her evenly. I’d rather watch a woman’s sexual emotion than hear it because anyone can make a sound but the face doesn’t lie. “Take off your mask.”
“You first.” She sat up on her elbows only for me to lightly push her back down.
I knew she was getting frustrated with my antics but I loved seeing her flustered. “Now, Natasha,” I said, sternly.
She did as she was told but added in a bit of sass when she said, “There!”
“You will obey me today.” I told her as I caressed her left cheek, trying to entice her into doing anything I told her to. I was trying to show her I meant to have her the ways I wanted to, with no back talk or sass.
Her eyes looked at me with a purity that I couldn’t explain. She never spoke a word. She became mute, which I wasn’t sure I liked. But I forged ahead. I stood up and held out my hand to her. “Stand.”
She did and grabbed onto my hand, allowing me to pull her up. Her mouth stayed closed in a loose expression that told me she was allowing me to do this, she was not afraid and it was obvious she thought she was in some sort of control. Which she was not!
“Now walk over there,” I said, pointing to a spot in the far right corner. Before she could go, I took her by the chin. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you,” she said in a whisper.
Her breasts were nice and perky, ready to be tamed and teased. She had Goosebumps along her body and a look of innocence and purity. I took her to the corner of the room. “Hold your arms straight out to the sides,” I said, cranking down the holster. Her eyes widened as she saw the black leather straps that would soon hold her naked body in them while I fucked her into oblivion. “Don’t be afraid.”
I caressed her right cheek trying to comfort her before I buckled her arms into the straps and then her thighs and feet. I cranked it up to the level where our midsections would meet. She had a frightened look in her eyes. Then I put on a mouth strap to help her with the outbursts as I knew she would rebel on that one.
I cranked the straps holding her thighs until she was in a sitting position. With her in place, I unbuckled my pants and was fully naked and the site of my cock made her eyes fill with lust instead of fear. I grabbed a feather and tickled her, intimately, until she squirmed in the holster. “Do you want me inside of you?” I asked, taunting her.
She nodded as she couldn’t speak. I put the feather down and moved in between her thighs and pressed my cock to her clit, rubbing it gently as her clit pulsated. The wetness had me ready to plunge in but I wanted her to beg. Her eyes rolled but she wouldn’t beg me.
I backed away and kneeled down and flicked my tongue at her clit and her body jumped as my tongue vibrated and swirled around her clit. Seeing the want in her eyes I let my tongue dive into her canal as I moved it feverishly in and out.
A muffled scream escaped her and I knew she was begging me then. I stood back up and sucked on her right nipple while pinching the other. My tongue flicked back and forth over her nipple and I held my cock in the other hand, rubbing it against her wet folds.
I stuck just the tip in and she tensed up I guess from some residual pain from the last night. I slowly guided my way into her tight walls as they gripped me, compromising my composure. She felt better than anyone I’d ever had. Probably because she was so inexperienced is what I chalked it up to at the time. Still tight from lack of use.
Moving in a steady motion and playing with her nipples, she slowly relaxed her muscles and I picked up my pace. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll only think of me.” I eyed her as I spoke.
She moaned and I continued to maneuver inside her. “I want you to orgasm at my command every time I invade this pussy from now on.” I rocked her back and forth as my momentum was now at a forceful motion. I could feel my balls sticking to her ass as I went into her. “You like the way I fuck you,” I asked her with a lustful tone. She nodded as her eyes tried to stay open and focused. But her grip tightened around me as she was almost there. I quickly pulled out. “Not yet.” She groaned in frustration until I pushed it back inside her all the way.
Her head fell back as if she was in pure bliss. I was ready to climax so I pulled out again and unstrapped her. But left the mouth strap on and took her to the wall where I made her face it then quickly cuffed her hands and hung them over the hook on the wall. I brought her hips back toward me.
“Are you ready?” I asked her. She nodded, so I pushed my way in, this time with a speed she didn't see coming. I was rock hard and my balls were tight I was so ready to let it all out. “Fuck, Natasha, you’re so wet.” I groaned as she moaned. I knew her orgasm was approaching and I wanted to have one with her. “Now, Natasha.” I groaned as I slammed into her as my balls released the pressure. She made a muffled scream in ecstasy as her body trembled. She shook, violently against my body as our sweat mixed.
She was amazing!
Chapter 5
NATASHA
I stood in complete exhaustion as he had just played with my body until I had to beg him to fuck me. I didn’t like the begging part of it at all but the reward was worth it. He wouldn’t let me scream which was hard all on its own.
I stood panting as his warm sweaty body collapsed against mine. My wrists were beginning to hurt in that position as I stood there with my arms slightly above my head where he had hooked them on the wall.
“Now that you have obeyed me, you can move to the next level,” he said with a matter of fact tone.
In my mind, I was trying to grasp that level and there was never any talk about levels. He unbuckled the mouth strap. I had to open and close my mouth a few times, as it was sore from the strap. “I thought I belonged to you for 24 hours. Then I go back to my life and you go back to yours. I mean I only went to the party as a fill in. I’m not going to be one of those girls. Not ever.”
He laughed, lightly. “This isn't about BBC. This is about me finding my newbie. You are my new recruit. You see, I branded you, which gave me the right to you for as long as I want. And, I want you, Natasha. All to myself.”
I was in a total mental mind fuck at that point. I had never agreed to being branded nor any fucking recruit. “Dani tricked me into going, didn’t she? So I could be branded by some sex addicted asshole of a billionaire. She knew what would happen to me and she did it without telling me a thing about what might happen to me if I went to that thing.”
“Don’t feel betrayed. Dani did only what is required of her through her contract. You see we all have our wants and I always get what I want. If you want out, you must find another BBC member willing to take you with my brand on you. Trust me that’s next to impossible,” he said, leaving me angry.
My blood was boiling and I wanted nothing more to do with the man nor his sick games. All because I helped a friend out with a favor and was nearly desperate for money. I wasn’t that desperate and if she’d been honest with me, I’d never have gone. “This is bullshit! I never agreed to this.”
“Did you let me stamp you? Did you let me fuck you not once but twice? And did you agree to belong to me?”
He asked an awful lot of questions as my mind was trying to play catch up to this catch 22. My mind was fuzzy with the last ni
ghts drinking. I couldn’t recall if I agreed to those things or if he just fucking did them. But I did agree, in a sober state, to go there with him that day. I did do that much. His hand grazed my shoulder and I pulled away from him with a look of disgust on my face. “Don’t.”
“Natasha. You know the rules,” he reminded me of him being in charge. But at that moment I didn’t care about his fucking rules. I wanted to hate him for tricking me into that mess of a club he belonged to. He tried to touch me again and I batted his hand away. “Natasha, that’s grounds for a punishment and after that amazing fuck I don’t want to punish you.”
He came closer to me even as I flinched at the touch of his hand on my body but didn’t pull away or try to stop him. The fear was creeping in with the reality that I was completely alone with the man. I wanted to erase him from my memory.
“I don’t care what you do at this point because I’m not playing your sick game. Bill, or whatever your name is,” I spat angrily as I gathered my courage and glared at him.
But that only seemed to amuse him as a smile curved his caramel colored lips. “Have it your way.” He walked away and gathered my clothes off the floor as I laid on the bed in a weak puddle of self-loathing for what I’d done.
I’d let a total stranger brand me and fuck me in a bathroom. In a warehouse full of people, I didn’t know. To top that off, I was back in the same warehouse being fucked again by the man, with my agreement.
Every inch of my body ached. My mouth was sore from the mouth strap he’d put back on me to keep me quiet. And I was not sure what he was doing at that moment, gathering my clothes. Surely he wasn’t going to let me leave that place. Not so soon.
“Put on your clothes,” he said, nonchalantly as he tossed them onto the bed next to me.
Easing my sore body off the bed, I pulled my jeans and shirt on, leaving the bra and torn panties he’d sent me right where he’d thrown them. My mouth hurt and I could feel the raw places on both sides of it where the leather had cut into my flesh.
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