by Liz Adams
She took him completely in her mouth, her nose butting against his hair. Wow! Being fully inside a woman’s mouth. Nothing like it. That was one advantage to his “curse.” Not many men in the world would ever get to know the satisfaction of being completely wrapped by a woman’s mouth.
He groaned through the bandana gag. But suddenly felt cold. He opened his eyes.
She had raised her head and left his cock cold, but thankfully replaced her mouth with her hand. She shuttled her hand to pump him higher. “Don’t get used to it, Cutie. I don’t do this for every John, you know. I’m just paying you back for that Magical Mystery Tour your fingers took inside me.” Her face was very matter-of-fact. “Though I confess, I’d love a repeat performance.” She winked.
She dropped back onto his cock, taking him in, and bobbed her head fervently. Lick upon lick, taste upon taste, those lips made him at the hardest he had ever been. He reached the highest floor and the cable broke, ropes whipping and shooting all around her mouth. She swallowed the danger, bringing him down gently from his free-fall into a sleepy darkness.
***
Goldie grabbed her bag and left Dusty’s room, the bathrobe tails floating behind her.
Whack!
She got hit in the shoulder by someone. The force pushed her down the stairs. Knowing how to fall was one of the first things she learned in Jiu Jitsu, but stairs were tricky. She navigated the fall best she could but still found herself lying flat at the foot of the stairs. She did a mental scan of her body. No broken bones. Not without some new colors of blue and yellow to her skin, but she had been hurt worse before.
She stood carefully, still assessing the damage, stupidly ignoring the truck of a man pushing her into the dining room. He forced her into bending over the dining room table, reined in her arms, and pushed against her so the side of her face pressed flat against the table.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
Through the corner of her eyes she saw it was the butler. The butler? Not exactly the kind of behavior she expected from a butler.
“Goldilocks.” She loved this game.
“What did you do to Master Bates?”
She had to think a moment. Did he just say…?
Goldie burst out laughing.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake.” He yanked back on her arms and a shot of pain flashed through her shoulders. “What have you done to Rob?” Unless Goldie was mistaken, he had a hard-on in his pants pushing against her ass. So Dusty’s real name was Rob? Goldie the robber, Rob the gold mine. She liked how the names complimented each other. Even if Rob was probably short for Robert, not Robber.
“Relax.” Goldie grunted through the painful tugs of her arms. “I gave him the time of his life, and now he’s sleeping it off. Do you actually have a hard-on?”
He thrust harder against her. It answered her question.
“Who are you really? Why are you here?”
“I came to rob the place but never found the safe. I did find your bondage magazine though.” Pain grabbed her shoulders as he pulled back further on her arms. She grunted against the pain. “Pretty hardcore, if you ask me. I thought you were into submission, but I was wrong about you, wasn’t I? You actually fantasize of being the dominant one. That’s why you’re so hard right now.”
He wrenched back further on her arms and ground his cock against her. Enough of this. She had to distract him long enough for an opportunity to tie him down.
“What are you waiting for? An invite? Now’s your chance.” She bumped her butt against him. “Stab me with that dagger of yours, already!”
That was all the encouragement he needed. The butler had big enough hands to hold both of her wrists in one and raise her bathrobe with the other. After some busy hands back there – sounds of unbuckling a belt, unzipping a fly – she felt his cock at her entrance.
Whoa!
Luckily she was still wet from Dusty’s fingers. The butler pushed himself deep! So deep that he slammed into her cervix. And he wasn’t even all the way in. He was too big. His cock was scratching every itch she couldn’t reach, even the ones she didn’t know she had.
He slapped her ass hard. Sparks of pain popped behind her eyelids. The shot of pain disappeared into a delicious tingling. This guy knows what he likes, and seems to know what I like more than I do.
He spanked her again. The same sensation hit her. Popping pain, then the delicious tingle.
Spank! Pain. Tingle.
Spank! Pain. Tingle.
She looked back at him, “Are you nearly finished? I’ve got somewhere I gotta be.”
He pressed her face back onto the table and she laughed. He thrust into her, pounding her inner wall. More pain, but in the best way.
Poor guy. If he has fantasies of being dominant but lives his life subservient to everyone, it’s no wonder he has such pent-up frustration. He needs to release those desires somehow.
Goldie let him pound her a few minutes more, then decided not to make it too easy for him. She shoved back away from the table, twisted her wrists out of his grasp, reached back to grab him by the head, and flipped him over her shoulder onto the floor.
***
Al lay stunned, his pants at his knees. Only his glistening cock stood high and proud. Who the hell was this woman?
She sat on his face, mashing her pussy against his mouth and nose, and pinned his arms to the ground. How long had it been? How long since he had his face between a woman’s thighs?
“Your turn,” she commanded. “Eat me. Eat me until there’s nothing left of me.”
He planted his tongue against her, licking her folds, lapping as if it were the last pussy he’d ever taste. For it may well be, with the kind of life he lived.
She released a wrist and raised herself off his face long enough to slap him, then pinned him down again. “No, dammit, fight me! This is your time to be dominant.” She released his wrist again to slap him but he used the free hand to push her backwards.
He pushed her further down onto the rug. Before he had a good hold on her, she crab-walked away, got off the floor and ran to the other side of the dining-room table. She seemed to be treating this as a game.
Al tried to follow but tripped over his own pants. “Dammit!”
She sneered at his clumsiness.
He buckled back on his pants for mobility, but left his cock hanging out.
The woman feigned admiration. “Aren’t you the trendsetter? Soon, everyone will dress that way. Or is that a new fashion statement you’re making?”
He ran for her but she just hustled around the table opposite him.
They stopped. It gave him a chance to catch his breath, though she was also catching hers. He needed to figure out his next move. God, she looked sexy with that bathrobe open, her tits exposed, her chest rising and falling for air. She smiled at him. It was clear she knew he was admiring her body. He smiled back.
Seconds later, he jumped upon the table and lunged for her. She darted from the room squealing giggles. By the time he jumped off the table, she had run to the kitchen. He found her there in a perfect fencing stance holding a wooden spoon.
“En guarde,” she said.
He grabbed a nearby broom and held up the handle to oppose her. Her shoulders dropped in defeat. Criminal or not, this girl was endearing. She turned and snatched the container of utensils, and threw it at him. He dropped the broom with a clack and raised his arm to deflect the rain of wooden spoons, spatulas, and ladles. The utensils followed the broom, clanging their protest.
He dived down to grab her ankles. That did it. She fell to the floor, her hands reaching out to break the fall. He sat on her butt. The kitchen drawers were within reach. The refrigerator too. Good. While she flailed her arms, he reached into a drawer and found a thick rubber band. With some difficulty, he pulled the rubber band over her hands to her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back.
“Nice trick, Houdini. Your mother teach you that?” Goldilocks said.
Smart ass.
; ***
Goldie didn’t get a response. Her nipples hardened at the cold tile floor.
Through the corner of her eye she managed to see him open the fridge and collect a bottle of some sort of oil.
“Thanks, but I’ve had dinner already.”
He snorted.
She said, “What the hell you gonna do with that?”
He got off of her and raised her robe to expose her butt. She was too curious of his plans to try and escape. She heard the cap fall to the floor and felt the oil drip onto her tailbone. Cold, cold, cold! It slid down her crevice. His hands massaged the oil onto the flesh of her rear and between her thighs, working along the right spots. Turning her head, she saw the bottle set down on the floor next to her. Sweet almond oil. Nice.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know. My kitty’s already primed for you. Didn’t you see the sign between my legs? ‘Slippery when wet?’ ”
That’s when she felt a finger up her ass.
“Whoa, Nelly! Just what do you plan on doing back there?”
No response. Just busy fingers pushing more and more of the cold fluid into her butt. Her pulse quickened. Her adrenaline flooded her body. I’d be terrified right now if it weren’t for this rush, this thrill of the unexpected. And, oh, how good his fingers feel!
His thumb impaled her rear. A finger from the same hand penetrated her pussy. Then two fingers. He wiggled inside her, touching all her favorite places.
She arched her back, clenching around his thumb and fingers. He pulled back and pushed further in, back and forth. She felt his touch short circuit her body, sparks flying across her thighs, calves, and curling her toes, shooting up her chest, across her nipples, down her arms and to her fingertips. She was close to reaching a climax, she knew it.
But he removed his fingers.
Before she could protest, she felt an object enter her pussy. What object had the audacity to stop his fingers and rob her of her near climax? Straining to look over her shoulder by arching her back, she saw him pushing in the handle of a spatula. He pumped it into her.
“You know, that’s not as good as your fingers.”
“You want more?” he asked.
She felt something scrape along her back. Looking back, she saw it was a serving spoon. “Yes.”
“‘Yes,’ what?”
“Yes, Servant.”
He slapped her butt cheek hard and she laughed.
“‘Yes,’ what?” he demanded.
“Yes, Master.” She felt him slide the handle of the serving spoon into her, alongside the other handle. That was better. The second handle stretched her walls and recharged the electrical tingling sensation.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
SLAP! Her butt tingled a terrific prickle.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
A third came knocking to join the other two. She could see he was adding the wooden spoon’s handle to the repertoire. “This turning you on? Do you get a thrill using my pussy as a cupboard? I hate to say this but I don’t think you’ll be able to fit any more—”
He cut off her ability to speak by thrusting those handles in and out of her. The electricity was back in full force. Goldie moaned as the sparks surged through her.
He slowed his pumps. What for? She felt something at her rear. Checking to see what it was, she saw him steering the end of the broom to her ass. Crap! What would that feel like?
“Do you want it?” he asked.
Jeez! She wasn’t sure. It was one thing to have utensils in her pussy, but a long broom stick up her ass?
SLAP! “Answer me!”
She released a throaty laugh. Her butt rippled prickly hot from his spank. She relished the sensation.
SLAP! “Answer me!”
Yes. That fiery sensation felt good. Add a broom handle in her butt and that could only heighten the fire. “Do it,” she said at last.
SLAP!
“Master, master!” she quickly added. “Please do it, Master!”
She felt him ease the broom handle into the gooey oil in her rear. She clenched around it and felt it’s thickness heat up her opening. When she relaxed, he inched that stick deeper. She squirmed and felt the thing moving inside of her. Behind her, she could make out the butler stirring with the end of the broom. His stir heated her up and forced the stick to stir inside her. What a sight. A broom sticking out of her ass and three utensils up her pussy. Then deeper into her ass went the broom stick, stirring more.
“You want to come?” he asked.
“No, I want to sit and chat about the crowning achievements of the British Empire. Of course I want to come!”
SLAP! Oh, that was good! The combination of a firm stick up her ass and spike-tingling butt cheeks made her whole body shiver.
“Yes!” she said. “Make me come, already!”
He jacked all three utensils in and out of her pussy, which made her clench, which made her feel the huge broomstick up her ass, which made her butt burn and tingle, which made her pussy wet at the wickedness of it all, which made her hear the sloshing sounds as he jacked the utensils in and out of her pussy, which made her clench, and the cycle continued. And that incredible feeling crackled beyond her pussy and into her ass, crackled beyond her chest and into her nipples, beyond her legs and into her toes, beyond her arms and into her bound fists, beyond her neck and into her shut eyes, firing, popping, sizzling. She stifled her cry of pleasure. Her body tensed and shuddered until the waves of orgasm washed through.
The butler delicately removed the broom and utensils.
“My turn,” he said.
He climbed on top of her and positioned his bat of a cock at her ass. “Ready?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“You always had a choice. You had a choice of breaking in here or leaving us alone. You had choice of screwing Rob or leaving when you couldn’t find the safe. You had the choice of having not one, not two, but three utensils in your cunt and a broom up your ass. You want to leave now? You want me to let you go?”
She felt the head of his cock wiggling at the entrance to her rear, seeking to snake into her. So much better than the broomstick. Yes. She wanted it.
“Shut up and nail me in the ass, already.”
SLAP! Yum.
She corrected her words. “Please stick your huge cock in my ass, Master.”
***
Hearing her say those words was such a turn on. He always wanted to have this. He wanted to have not just this kind of sex, but to always have a woman be his submissive. Of course, Bruce would never allow it. Bruce didn’t need to know about it.
So he’d have to be happy with this one time, to have this fantasy played out to its fullest, and its memory would have to suffice for the rest of his life.
He gripped his hard cock and pointed it at her butt, manipulating it, drawing circles with it, pinpointing the spot to push in. The head wiggled and squirmed up at her entrance, and at a moment of feeling her relax her muscles, his full head slipped in. She squeezed, squishing his cock and the sensation just made his blood rush faster, making him harder. He pushed further into her oil-filled ass, feeling her rim clenching down the tip of his cock.
He moaned. “I can feel the ring of your ass around me. Are you loving this as much as I am?”
“More than that.”
“Then repeat after me. ‘With this ring.’ ”
***
What the hell was he going on about? Did he want to get married?
SLAP! Oops. Waited to long with responding. Her butt tingled. Yum.
“Say it,” he demanded. “With this ring.”
“With this ring.” She felt him push deeper, her ring slipping further on him. Though he seemed to be in charge, she felt in control, like she was sliding her ring of ownership upon him.
He growled. “I promise to be your slave.”
“You promise to be my slave.”
SLAP! She laughed, enjoying the tingling on her ass.
<
br /> SLAP!
“Okay, okay! I promise to be your slave.” She clenched when she felt him push deeper, her ring clamping down on him. Lying on the kitchen floor on top of her, his hand had found her clit and was now thrumming a promise. A promise to get her where she wanted to be.
“And though I can leave at any time,”
“And though I can leave at any time,”
“I realize that staying will bring me more joy than I ever imagined.”
“I realize that staying will bring me more joy than I ever imagined.”
His cock inched deeper, placing deeper promises that penetrated her without compromise. Goldie shifted her body so that her hardened nipples rubbed against the cold floor.
The butler continued, “I promise to obey.”
“I promise to obey.”
He pushed deeper, she felt his hot shaft impaling her ass, his fingers shooting delicious favors that deserved a proper thank you.
“I promise to come only with your permission.”
“I promise to come only with your permission.”
As she felt him slide deeper, firecrackers popping across her ass, nipples, fingers and toes.
“I promise to try to make each time you come better than the time before.”
“I promise to try to make each time you come better than the time before.”
All the way in. His engorged cock went up her ass. Her ring had made its commitment all the way to the base of his cock. And as if she needed to be reminded of all the promises she had just made, he pulled back and pushed in, back and in. His fingers at her clit erasing all traces of any past promise to another, spinning her head to a fantasy world of discoveries to be made if she could have the future of being his slave.
He thrust faster, harder, grabbed her bound hands and pulled back on them for a more severe pounding. It would have hurt if it weren’t for the oil that kept her channel slick. She squeezed, feeling his delicious long cock pummel her. Closing her eyes, she saw all the constellations he made in her. It made her dizzy. And then he cried out. She felt him shoot into her. Spurt after spurt of him spreading his announcement of how she fulfilled her promise. He collapsed on top of her, stroking her face, kissing her cheek, holding her lovingly, lingering inside her.