Blyssful Lies

by J. C. Cliff

  “Yes, Sir,” she softly replies, but with a nervous edge lining her voice. I smile amusedly, giving her a false sense of security. I wait her out, massaging every tight knot I can find until she relaxes completely. When I finally see her head loll to the side and her shoulders ease, I figure the Blyss has started to kick in. She rests the weight of her head in the palm of my hand, and I know she’s let her guard down.

  Without warning, I thread my fingers into her hair, grabbing a fistful of blonde locks at the nape of her neck, and roughly jerk her head back. She lets out a loud yelp; her doe eyes bolt open wide, forced to meet mine, which I know must look wild.

  Waves of turbulent anger roll off me. “You will not sully my reputation, Princess!” My deafening roar startles her, filling the silent room with terror while penetrating through the surrounding walls. “You need to understand who your master is,” I grind out through clenched teeth. I pause in my tirade, allowing my words to hang in the air. Then I watch as the gravity of the situation takes hold behind her distressed eyes and understanding begins to cascade over her body like a cold waterfall.

  “Do I have your attention now? I give you an inch and you take a fucking mile. Your blatant lies portraying false ardor piss me the fuck off,” I growl, gripping her hair tighter as she winces in pain. “Did you really think you could get away with pulling the wool over my eyes? Did you actually think I was that stupid?”

  She squeezes her eyes shut, but I have no plans to let her go until I have my say. Color begins to fill her cheeks as she begins panting with short, panicked breaths. I sneer as I grit out, “You see, when we introduce women into their new world, they go through what we call Hell Week, even though it usually only lasts a few days. They experience pure hell, so by the time they get to us; they think they’ve hit the lottery. It’s a fucking cakewalk in here compared to that. These women learn real quick what real fear is. They’re more than eager to please and obey by the time they reach us.”

  Tears pool in the corners of her blue eyes and spill over. Good, I need to drive my point home. “I didn’t want that for my princess.” I shake my head. “No, I wanted to spare you from such a brutish experience. See? I can play nice.” An angry smile spreads over my lips, but it doesn’t reach my eyes; I only feel menacing anger at this point. “I can only reward you for your obedience. I hope you understand this, because I cannot let your disrespect go unpunished.”

  Then I continue, “But now...now I can see it was the wrong thing to do. I’m man enough to take the blame for that poor decision. I sidestepped my own protocol, because I couldn’t wait to have you for my very own. Well, you’re going to get a glimpse of what the other side of hell tastes like, should you continue to defy me.”

  Harshly, I release her hair and step back a moment. Letting the reality of the situation sink in, I watch as a few teardrops slide down over her cheek. “Tears are the joker wild, love; they’re kept in a stack of cards women pull out to play every damn time they get into trouble. They think dealing that particular hand grants them a free pass.” I shake my head. “Not here, sweetheart, wrong casino. You’re in the big leagues now.”

  I signal to Justin with a snap of my fingers and stretch my hand out toward him. He already knows what I want. He hands me a large pair of sharp scissors, which glimmer and shine, giving off silver, threatening sheen under the bright lights. I clasp my hand around the metal, feeling the cool, solid material against my overheated skin. She shakes her head, panic evident in her voice as her eyes stay glued to the long-bladed scissors. “Are you going to kill me?”

  I want to laugh at the absurdity of her question, but I keep my expression even keeled. “No, I’ve got too much time, money, and resources wrapped up in you. However, you might wish I had by the time I get through with you.” I bend down, come to rest on my knees, and slip the sharp, cutting edges of the scissors at the hems edging of her red gown. I begin cutting upward, slicing through the fabric with ease.

  “No, please!”

  I ignore her pleas as I continue to make my way up her dress, cutting through the expensive gown, sequins and all. I stop to slice through her black laced thong while I’m at it; might as well get those out of the way. The closer I get to her chest, the harder she sobs. Her chest is heaving so violently I have to be careful not to poke her with the sharp tips of the scissors. With one last snip at the top of her strapless dress, the gown falls to the floor in a swoosh and pools at her feet. I stand up and take a step back, taking in the exquisite beauty before me, breathing heavily myself.

  Fuck me, she’s enchanting. Suddenly, the realization she’s standing before me naked, bound, trembling, and wearing only a pair of high heels has me in a trance. I feel my anger receding, being replaced with unbridled lust. I watch her labored breathing with fascination as her deep breaths move her breasts in a sensual rhythm. Her body is flushed while her wrists strain against the restraints. She is here for the taking, my taking, and I need her like I need my next breath.

  I also need to feel her submission, and I’m hungry to hear her call out my name in a fit of passion as I sink deep inside her core for the first time. For the first time, I think to myself. She is unmarred, and I will be her first and her last. With her hymen already broken, I don’t have to hold back. I wanted it to be this way. I didn’t want her whimpering like a sniveling teen under me. I wanted her to take all of my thickness, hard and fast. Her first memory of us making love will be one for the books.

  As I stand frozen in time, my eyes hungrily roam over her naked curves. I forget I’m holding the scissors until I hear them hit the floor with a loud clank. I hear my own breathing pattern as it turns erratic. The further my gaze roams over her narrow waist and soft hips, moving then to the apex of her thighs, desire and lust sweep through my body at lightning speed.

  “My God, you are an extraordinary creature,” I whisper. She licks her lips nervously and closes her eyes. The fear she’s exuding is beautiful. Her breasts are displayed before me like a buffet. Her nipples are hard and pert, and my mouth goes wet instantly at just the thought of a taste. I should be mad right now, downright seething, but the anger was ripped from me the moment her dress was torn in two.

  I watch as her head drops to her chest, most likely in mortification at being naked, tied to the cross and in front of a stranger no less. I’m not going to let her shut down. I step forward, grab her chin, and she lets out a sharp cry in response. Distress emanates from her stormy blue eyes. “Relax, love, your body is something to be proud of,” I softly reassure her. “I want to feast on every delectable inch of you.”

  I want to strip my own clothes off and take her so bad right now I can’t see straight. I hear a shuffle to my right, reminding me I’m not alone. I shake my head, trying to knock some sense into myself. Her beauty is overly distracting, and it’s veering me far off course. This was supposed to be a punishment. “Justin is here as another reminder to you; freedoms are given when freedoms are earned. You didn’t earn your right to privacy, and yet you were freely given it, only to turn around and squander it foolishly, using it to defy me.” I point to my chest with my finger, emphasizing my next words. “I own your privacy.” I pause and lift a questioning brow. “So tell me, how does it feel to be naked, strapped helplessly on my cross in front of a stranger?”

  She doesn’t answer me, so I move forward, pushing my hard body into her soft, supple curves. Both of my hands reach up to cup her full, bountiful breasts, and I squeeze them roughly. She whimpers, but still doesn’t reply. “My mouth is watering for you. I’ve wanted to taste these for so long.” I lick my lips, staring her in the eyes, and then I dip my head down to wrap my mouth around her taut nipple. I feast on her like I’m starved, sucking her nipple in deep. She cries out in response, but it’s not from pain. “You taste so damn good, love.” She moans as she arches her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth. Oh, hell, yes.

  My hand moves to her other breast, and I mercilessly twist and pull her pebbled nippl
e with my thumb and forefinger. I groan over the tip of her breast, stretching her nipple out with my teeth as I slightly pull back, giving her a sensation I know is shooting straight to her core. I then trail my heated tongue across her chest to pay tribute to her other breast, and just before I wrap my salivating mouth around her, I give it a quick nip. “I wonder if you’ll get off by having Justin watch us while I fondle and lick you all over. I wonder how you’ll feel when he watches you buck your hips, screaming my name for more.”

  Before she can protest, I draw her nipple into my warm mouth while I pluck and pull on the other. She doesn’t want to love this, but I know she does, because her body language is giving her away. Her head thrashes, and I feel her push her chest into my mouth, heaving with need as she lets out a low, traitorous moan.

  My cock strains against the confines of my dress slacks. I’m throbbing and hot with my own need. I leave her breast and trail wet kisses up her neck until I reach the shell of her ear. Her scent is sultry and provocative, making me insane with lust. She’s a little goddess, and at this very moment, she could almost control me as one of her worshippers. I breathe into her ear, panting heavily, trying to control my lust. Thick desire laces my voice. “I think you want this, Princess. I bet if I checked your pussy this very moment, you’d be dripping wet just for me. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least to find you like this kind of kink.”

  I don’t expect her to respond to me vocally; any idiot can plainly see she’s on fire. The Blyss is in full swing. I can feel it. Her body is writhing as she responds to my every touch. I feel her body giving itself over to me, giving in to my wordless demands. An audible moan escapes her lips, and I smile knowingly.

  I reach between her legs, allowing two of my fingers to sweep into the opening of her soft slit as her body shakes with need. A groan escapes from the back of my throat. “Oh, yes, Princess, so wet, so responsive to me.” I’ll be damned—she wants this, wants me.

  I push two of my fingers deep inside her wet entrance, stretching and filling her, and she lets out an animalistic call all her own. “You like me in your sweet pussy? Tell me what you want, Julianna. I want to hear my name roll off your tongue.” Her body tries to twist away, but the sensations are too intense; she can’t escape the sweet torture. “Talk to me, baby.”

  “Nick! Nick…oh.” She swallows hard, pausing to catch her breath as she licks her dry lips. “Yes, please…” And there it is—her voice of surrender.

  “Please, what? Tell me.”

  “Please, take me. I need you to put out this fire,” she begs.

  “Your wish is my command, love.” I start twisting and plunging my fingers, curving them to rub her sweet spot inside her silk-lined pussy.

  “Oh, God...Nick!” she cries out with another traitorous howl. She pants wildly, bucking her hips against the palm of my hand. When I add a third finger, she breathes out a rough whisper. “Yes, Nick, please...don’t stop.”

  “Oh, baby, I’ve got so much pleasure to give you.” My fingers thrust in a steady rhythm as they plunge in and out of her wet folds. “Feel good, love? You like me rubbing against those virginal walls of your pussy? I can feel your muscles quivering against my fingers.” I lick and nip at the erotic place behind her ear as I breathe in her heady fragrance. I refrain from kissing her. I want to hear my name from her lips as she comes for me for the first time.

  I press my thumb firmly against her bundle of nerves and begin massaging it in small circles. Her legs shake uncontrollably against my thighs, and I’m thankful for the restraints holding her up. I want to watch her fall apart under my ministrations as I make her mind and body submit to me. “Come for me, sweet Princess. Ride my fingers, work your hips, and take your pleasure.”

  “Nick!” she screams in a raw cry of desperation as her hips undulate without shame. Her body obeys my every command, frantically racing toward its release. Her entire body begins to tremble uncontrollably in an earth-shattering climax.

  “How does it feel to have my fingers inside your soaked pussy? Can you hear them fucking you?”

  “Oh, my God, please...Nick...”

  In the midst of her orgasm, her sharp cry pierces my soul as pleasure rips through me at the sound of my name. I can feel her pussy quiver and spasm around my fingers, and I growl as my dick throbs with need. With her mouth parted, her labored breathing comes out in quick puffs while her lips form an O. She coats my fingers in her luxurious juices, creating erotic wet sounds that have me almost spilling my load. My dick is ready to be nestled deep inside her, and I’m not sure how long I’ll last when it happens, but there will be plenty of time for marathon sex later.

  I lift my head to see her flushed cheeks, and her exquisite blue eyes swirl with euphoria. I slow the pace of my thrusting fingers, giving her time to catch her breath as she comes down from her orgasm.

  “That’s right, baby. Your body knows I own you,” I say with an arrogant smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Your mind just needs to play catch up. Your every orgasm is mine. I will never let you go, now that I have you.” I bend down so I’m at eye level with her and secure her gaze with mine. “After I claim your sweet virginal pussy tonight, no one else will ever touch it but me. Adam is forever gone.”

  A fine sheen of sweat coats her neck as her eyes flutter closed. Her head droops as blonde hair spills over her face, and I chuckle, pulling away. “You need to acquire some stamina, love. The party’s just getting started.”

  Cocking my head to the side, I strain to hear her mumbled words, because I’m fairly certain I heard Travis’ name said under her breath. With her head dipped down, though, I’m not sure. My brows furrow in confusion, and an uneasy feeling begins to wash over me. “What did you say, love?” I ask skeptically.

  She slowly lifts her head, her eyes narrowing into angry little slits. Her hard glare holds an aura of defiance, topped off with foolish pride. I watch her face as it transforms from a pink shade to flushing red, while the look of anger begins to contort all of her facial features. “I said I was thinking of Travis when I came.”

  My eyes open wide with disbelief and my lids twitch around their sockets. I can feel my heart stop beating for a full five seconds as a ten ton weight drops onto my chest. My lungs burn from lack of air as I stand here astounded. I know I didn’t hear her correctly, impossible. I shake my head and insert a finger into my ear, making sure there’s no blockage. “What the fuck did you just say?” I ask incredulously.

  My nostrils flair as I feel my rage building into a crescendo as it races through my veins at lightning speed. My hands slowly tighten into fists at my sides. Of all the lines she could’ve crossed tonight, she chose that one—definitely the wrong one, the most unforgivable one. I could even understand her saying Adam’s name. But Travis’? No...

  I stand stunned for a moment as I think to myself, I knew it. I knew her independent streak would be her downfall and my biggest hurdle. I told her father to have her homeschooled years ago so he could rein in her wild side. He let the window of opportunity slip by while she was still young and moldable, but he refused to keep her at home. Now, I’m paying the price. Reeling in her untrammeled individualism is like trying to trim the nails of an alley cat. With every clip, I get clawed to shit.

  “Did I stutter?” Her icy voice cuts through my soul. Her blue eyes are hard with hostility. “This is just how pathetic you are, Nick. You have to drug women so they can swallow the vile taste of you.” She underhandedly slaps me in the face with her unwavering words. “Don’t you find it funny how Travis didn’t need to do that? Interesting, isn’t it? Did you watch me through the camera feed, writhing under Travis, calling his name as I came apart for him without being drugged? I wanted him, not you!”

  ~Jules~

  I steel myself against his overbearing presence, refusing to shrink back. The man is a loose cannon. I may have won tonight’s battle, but I know I’ve just lost the war. His eyes are filled with a murderous rage as I boldly mirror his glare w
ith my own furious expression while he stands over me breathing hard. I’m naked, spread-eagle, and totally defenseless as I’m tied up on this torture device. This hasn’t been one of my brighter moments, and since he holds all the power, I try desperately to hide my lack of self-confidence behind narrowed eyes. I’m literally shaking in my shoes—four inch stilettos to be exact. I’m not sorry for what I said, and I have a feeling he has every intention of making me eat my words.

  The asshole drugged me again, against my will, and I was beyond the point of seeing red over that simple fact alone, because he did it without even giving it a second thought. He didn’t have to drug me. I was playing the subjugated part to a T. I was giving him everything he wanted from me, and more. I was still able to behave like the sweet southern belle I’ve been known to be, despite the fact there was no Blyss in my system, all the while pretending to adore the bastard. My hard work should’ve counted for something!

  The problem was he couldn’t handle the fact he’d been played, and I would’ve gotten away with it had it not been for Jared and his monitoring. Nick’s delicate ego got bruised, and that’s why he decided to drug me.

  He berated me as if I was some two-year-old who needed to be put in line, and then to top it all off, he humiliated me by stripping me bare in front of a complete stranger. I couldn’t believe how my own body betrayed me, allowing itself to give in to the Blyss, and then worse, give in to him. I don’t know how long it will take before this poison filters out of my system, but it won’t be a minute too soon.

  The three-strikes-and-you’re-out theory took effect when he brought Adam’s name into the equation. What he said pushed me over the edge. Memories came flooding back into my mind of everything he so unapologetically ripped from my life. So being my impulsive little self, I stupidly threw all caution to the wind, allowing my blind rage to take precedence, exacerbating the situation.