“Remember, you will be rewarded for your cooperation.” He drove his hips into the back of her ass, peeling the corners of her panties down slightly with his thumbs. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to fuck that tight little pussy of yours since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She bit her lower lip, wondering why her vagina started to moisten with every word he spoke. Maybe he drugged me, she thought. There had to be a reason for the pleasure she felt from this man. It just didn’t make sense otherwise.
“I knew from the look in your eyes that you were a dirty little slave girl. My dirty little slave girl.” He pressed his hardness against her ass. “Ooh,” she accidentally whimpered.
“Oh, you are a dirty girl. Hold still for me.” He slowly cut her panties off with his scissors, exposing her bare butt to his cock.
“Tell me who your master is.” She was silent, clawing at the wall in front of her, confused as hell at her reaction to this stranger.
“TELL ME!” he yelled out.
“No way,” she protested, but the desire in her breathing was becoming impossible to hide.
WHACK! “Tell me!” He worked her wet folds over her panties with his fingers, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure.
She bit down harder on her lip, wanting him to spank her with even more force this time. “You are,” she said, pushing her ass into his cock. “But, I…”
Another whack. She knew she was in for it. His fingers slipped inside her panties, entering her moist opening. She was completely his by now as he worked her pussy with multiple fingers. “Mmmm,” she softly cried out.
“Surrender to me, Amy.” He licked her ear lobe, rubbing her folds even harder. And with the tip of his hard penis pressing against her ass, it was all she could take. Her body disintegrated into a thousand tiny waves of pleasure as she clawed at the wall in front of her.
She wanted to rest for a moment, but the billionaire had other plans. He stuffed her wet pussy with his hard cock, giving her every inch of him. “Ooooh,” she moaned.
“I’m not through with you yet.” He fucked her harder than she thought possible, driving his penis in and out of her hole as she moaned against the wall. “Now tell me you like this, Amy.”
She didn’t bother trying to fool him this time. “I like it. Please, keep fucking me master.”
“That’s it. That’s my little slave girl.” WHACK! He slapped her ass as he worked her pussy even harder than before. His hand slid towards the front of her soaking wet vagina.
“Ooh,” she cried out loud this time, unable to hide her pleasure as he rubbed her vagina while he fucked her from behind.
“I want you to cum all over my cock, Amy.” He drove his thick shaft into her, the front of her mound pressed against the wall as his penis filled every part of her from the back.
That was it for Amy as she felt herself losing herself entirely… again. “Fuck me master. Please, keep fucking me.” She scratched and crawled at the wall, trapped between it and her master. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. And she was more than fine with that. “Oh master! Fuck me master!” By now any last spec of reason had given way to her body’s ultimate desire. She was his, and then some.
“Come on girl, cum for me.” He nibbled at her ear, this time with such tenderness, such sweetness. What’s this? Somehow, against all reason, she began to feel safe under his control.
“Let yourself go Amy. Surrender to me.” His voice was softer now, laced with affection.
“Oh. Oh.” She could feel herself losing control as she dug her nails into the wall in front of her. She was ready to explode. “Oh god. Ohhh.”
She screamed at the top of her lungs as she climaxed harder than she had ever climaxed before.
With one hand on each breast, now it was his turn as he worked her body faster, owning her from behind as he fucked her with incredible force. She could feel his heavy breath in her ear and knew he was almost there.
“I’m gonna cum all over you.” “Oh god. Oh baby.” He pulled out his penis and did as he promised, spraying her backside with his cum.
She felt the heat in her lower region begin to soar. Could this really be happening? The amount and the warmth of his liquid was enough to put her over the edge as she came for the third time in a row. This time, every cell in her body convulsed as she climaxed against the wall.
She collapsed from absolute exhaustion, as much as she could collapse with her body still in shackles.
“Here, let me take you out of those.” He unlocked her hands and feet from the metal shackles, allowing her naked body to slide to the floor. As her captor put his pants on, he looked down at her. Their eyes met for the first time, not as master and slave, but as man and woman. Amy’s stomach tingled. What am I doing? I shouldn’t want to feel his lips against mine. And yet somehow there wasn’t anything she wanted more.
* * *
Nearly two weeks had passed since Amy first awoke in her captor’s estate.
“Ms. McCarthy, your lunch ma’am,” the housekeeper stood patiently before her, ready to serve in any way she needed.
Amy put her magazine down by the side of her chaise lounge. “Thank you, you can leave that there for now. I need to cool off before I eat,” she said, rising from her chair in a perfectly tailored two-piece.
Amy loved to swim. And she was becoming addicted to the warm climate of wherever she was. In fact, she was becoming addicted to a lot of things around there.
After a light lunch by the pool, she made her daily visit to her captor’s library. What’ll it be today? she asked herself. Perfect, she thought as she reached for a copy of Pride and Prejudice on the oak bookshelf.
“Good choice.” His deep voice came up from behind. “One of my favorites.”
She turned, looking directly into his beautiful eyes. “I think I’ll start this today.” She held the book against her chest and smiled at her captor.
He lifted her chin with his large index finger. She felt immediate chills, which was no longer such a shock to her system. “How has your day been so far?” he asked, offering her a soft grin.
“Relaxing. Thank you for letting me use the pool.”
“Please, you don’t have to thank me.” He paused to look down at his phone and and watched as the warmth leaked from his eyes. She hated to see stress of any kind occupy his mind. Or maybe it was that she hated not being the center of his attention. Hell, slavery has had more advantages than she ever considered.
He looked up at her as if he had almost forgotten she was still standing there.
“You’re free to go now.”
“Go where?” She cocked her head.
“Anywhere you want. Home I guess.”
Her jaw dropped slightly. I’m no longer his slave? This can’t be, she thought. “I don’t get it, you’re just going to let me go free?”
“Yes, exactly. It’s over Amy. Congratulations.”
“But… but you can’t just let me go. I’ll tell the police. You’ll be arrested. You kidnapped me.” She was visibly upset. And she wasn’t sure what she should be more upset about- the fact that she had to leave the company of him, or the fact that she still wanted to be a slave. How fucking insane is this?
“No, that’s not gonna happen Amy. You don’t even know my name. You have no idea where we are right now. And I’ll have to have you transported back to Cancun, unconscious. From there you can return to the U.S.”
She felt a knot in her stomach; a feeling similar to when she found out her boyfriend was cheating on her during her sophomore year at Texas State.
How can this be? I should be ecstatic. But she was far from it. “Maybe I should stay just a few more days. Maybe you’re not thinking clearly.”
“I’m clear Amy. You can’t stay here.” He paused and looked as if he was about to share a secret with her. “We’ll both be better off if you leave.”
She looked down at the floor and shook her head. The shock was unbearable, but she could handle this. “
I understand… of course. Thank you,” she paused, “for allowing me to go free.” She swallowed hard, not able to tell him her real feelings. And what about him? Doesn’t he have any feelings for me? After all of this time, was I purely just a body for him to dominate as he pleased?
“Will I ever see you again?” she asked.
“No.”
She squeezed the book with both hands. “That’s good. That makes sense.” She felt like being sick as she nodded her head. She knew he was done with her. Done using her. Done controlling her. Done needing her.
She held the book out for him. He looked at her deeply for a moment. “Keep that, if you want it.”
He stood silent, gazing deeply into her soul. She knew he was holding something back.
Or so she had hoped. “You will be transported in one hour. You might want to go freshen up,” he said, turning and walking away from her. She stood there, frozen, a jumble of crazy emotions running wild in her head.
She looked down at the book and wiped the tear that landed on its cover.
No. No way. I’m not ready to leave. And I only have an hour to make sure that he feels the same way.
THE END
His Alone
By Rachel Masters
2013 Rachel Masters. All rights reserved.
His Alone
By Rachel Masters
2013 Rachel Masters. All rights reserved.
I’m driving down a long, private driveway wondering if I’m making a huge mistake. I graduated from college less than a month ago and I didn’t exactly bury myself in loans so that I could make photocopies for some super rich guy. I know almost nothing about being a personal assistant, never mind the fact that I would be working for one of the richest guys on the planet.
I arrive at his estate. It’s bigger and about fifty times more impressive than I had ever fantasized about. The entire house is made out of glass, and it’s surrounded by miles of privacy on every corner. I walk towards his front door wondering if I should make one last attempt to escape back to my rusty Toyota Camry. Then I remember, I have no choice. I approach the world’s largest front door in the universe, make a few quick adjustments to my hair, and take one last gulp before I meet with one of the most powerful men alive, Brad Turner.
The door opens suddenly and I see a bronze-colored hand adorned perfectly with a rolled up cotton white t-shirt, and a wrist watch worth more than my entire college education.
And there he is, Brad Turner, in the flesh. And somehow he looks even more gorgeous in person than he does in the news.
“Jenny Adams, please, come in.” I find myself caught in the gaze of his gorgeous, piercing eyes, frozen still for what seems like an eternity.
“Well, Ms. Adams, do you want to come in or not?” he asks, showing a hint a impatience as I stand paralyzed at his front door.
“Oh yes. Sorry Mr. Turner. I…”
“Please, I know the work your father has done for our country. Any daughter of his can call me Brad.”
The tycoon leads me through his grand foyer and into a glass-enclosed living room. I sit on one of his sofa cushions and notice his eyes following my every move.
“Have you ever worked as a executive assistant before, Ms. Adams?” he asks, scanning my exposed legs from my high heels up to my skirt line.
“No sir, I mean, Brad.”
“I don’t have a problem with being called sir. Or Brad. It will depend on the situation I suppose.” He grins and hands me a document that reads “Statement of Non-disclosure” on the top.
I look around the room in awe at my surroundings. “Your home is…”
“My home will be your home,“ he says, scratching the stubble on his chin, “in many ways. Depending on how the rest of this interview goes of course.”
“Yes, of course,“ I cross my legs as a nervous energy runs up my thighs.
“Here’s the bottom line, Ms. Adams. I need someone who embodies trust. Someone who will have access to most of my private world, a world that is very well protected. I know your blood line, and I believe you fit the bill in this regard.”
“I guess I’m not quite sure what you mean, sir.” Our eyes lock in and I shift uncomfortably as his gaze cuts right through me.
“The pay is $250,000, plus bonuses. Do you understand what that means, Jenny?”
My jaw drops open despite every ounce of effort to contain my excitement. $250,000!
“Yes sir, I understand. I am very trustworthy. Whatever it takes.”
“It’s going to take a lot Jenny. All of you to be a bit more precise.” He tilts his chin slightly up, watching my every move.
“Well sir, I am more able to give this position my undivided attention.”
“Good. I like the way you communicate yourself,“ he says as his eyes drift briefly towards my mid-section. An electrical current rips through my body, catching me off guard for the second time in only minutes.
“Would you like a tour of estate #6?” he says, reaching for my hand.
“Estate #6?” I ask, feeling both a sense of thrill and annoyance at his arrogance.
“Yes, Ms. Adams. I own eleven homes,“ he pauses with a grin, “on the east coast.”
As I reach for his hand my arm melts under his touch. His touch is so warm. So strong but gentle. So perfect. I can’t believe I’m letting myself go down this road.
As we make our way through Brad’s estate, he pauses and looks deeply into my soul.
“I’m going to say this to you one more time. Just to make sure.” He leans in closer to me sending waves of energy throughout my body. “I need to be absolutely certain that I can trust you.”
“Mr. Turner, I…” He lands his finger on my lips silencing my attempt to reassure him of my trust.
“The only way I can begin to trust you is for you to trust me.”
I cock my head slightly, completely shocked by the direction that this job interview has taken.
“Can you trust me, Ms. Adams?” he asks without a hint of sarcasm.
This guy must be out of his mind. Why the hell should I trust a man that I’ve only known for several minutes? On the other hand, I can’t possibly turn down this opportunity.
“I trust you,“ I say, submitting to Brad Turner.
“Good, come with me then.” He leads me by the hand to the basement level in his estate and takes me through a series of locked steel doors. We arrive at the last room and face a large mirror on the opposite wall. Brad reaches towards a small digital panel and types in a code, causing the mirror to retreat into the floor. A final steel door is exposed.
Either this man is completely paranoid or he has a lot to protect. We enter the hidden room and find ourselves in a dimly-lit room.
I can feel his breath graze the back of my ear. “I can count the number of people who know about this room on one hand,” he said softly. My body quivers from the sheer terror of knowing that I am basically trapped inside a dungeon with a stranger. But strangely, very strangely, I am exactly where I want to be as a rush of heat enters my lower region. What has gotten into me?
“In addition to managing much of my private matters, I am looking for someone special who can go the extra mile when I need her to,” he mouthed tenderly into my ear lobe. Suddenly a hand comes from within the darkness and brushes my hair off the side of my neck. “Can you be that someone?” he asks.
I lose all sense of reason as I respond. “Yes. Yes sir,” I whimper as I lean a bit more into him.
“I consider myself an excellent of judge of character when it comes to my employees. And I have to say that I am more than confident you can handle every inch of this position.” His large fingers come from behind and reach under my shoulders. I pop my chest out, knowing full well that my nipples are completely hard.
“Oh Mr. Turner,” I moan quietly. I don’t even bother to resist him at this point. He sends his hips into my backside, pushing his large bulge against me from behind.
“You’re very sensual Ms. Adams.
I want nothing more than to devour every part of your beautiful body,” he says, unbuttoning my blouse as he sends a perfect stream of kisses down my neck.
He removes my blouse completely, exposing my bra-covered breasts to the tycoon. He thrusts his hardness into my backside as he reaches around to take hold of my breasts with just the right amount of pressure. I’ve never felt so much raw sexual energy and yet I don’t even know him. Somehow, everything happening seems meant to be.
“Can I take you Ms. Adams?” he asks, gently wetting the back of my neck with his tongue.
I realize that this is my last chance to do the right thing, to scream and run away. But how can I pass up $250,000? And how can I resist having him inside of me? This is so insane.
I let loose all of my inhibitions. “Take me. Take me now,” I call out.
His breath gets heavier at the sound of my submission. He begins to work his hands under my skirt and peel my underwear down my thighs. I kick my high heels off and send my panties down and off my toes. In an instant Brad flips me around and lifts me up by my naked backside. He sets me down on a cold, hard surface. I can’t see a thing, but somehow my senses feel more alive than ever.
He presses his bulge into my crotch as he grabs the back of my ass with his firm, lustful hands. “Oooh,“ I let out a small cry as he nibbles his way along my neck. He moves his mouth to meet my lips, gently biting my lower lip as he presses into my open legs with even more force. And then… his tongue enters my mouth and meets with mine. My entire body nearly explodes as he kisses me.
I can’t believe I this is happening. I know I should be fighting back. I should be screaming for help. I should be doing anything in my power to get myself out of this situation. And yet my body is begging for more of him. For all of him.
“Are you ready for me Jenny?” His breathing intensifies as he takes off his pants. And then his underwear.
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