by Paul Preston
Williamson thought about their age difference. He was forty five and Bella Lisa was just twenty two. He knew there was no place for him in her future.
If only I were still young…
Williamson stared at her breasts gently rising and falling with her breath until the limo pulled up to his condo. He carried Bella Lisa back up to her bed, laying her gently down through the curtains. He removed her soiled camisole, her high heels and her stockings, then covered her. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Williamson felt wide awake.
In was nearly midnight. At the usual hour he heard the Voice once again calling out his name.
“Phillipe, Phillipe. It’s time. Come to me.”
It’s not real. It’s not real.
He rubbed his forehead and eyes. Quietly, he went into her bathroom, relieved himself and took a quick hot shower, hoping it would relax his body enough to fall asleep and ignore the midnight summons of the Beast. He got out of the shower, dried off and wrapped a fresh towel around his waist.
I’m still not sleepy, but at least I smell clean.
He put his tuxedo trousers back on and went back into the bedroom to look at her. In her sleep she had curled up on her side, exposing to his view her lovely ass. He wanted to fondle it. His mouth watered and the veins in his pelvis started to throb again, painfully. He shut his eyes and rubbed his aching groin. He felt himself getting hard again, staring at Bella Lisa’s come-stained, perfect body. He couldn’t remember ever coming so many times in the same day. Her body was literally bathed in it, as if not just one man but ten had repeatedly come all over her.
Williamson thought about the Beast within him. He wished he could just let her escape. It would be safer to release her from captivity tonight. He could leave her tonight with a mean note, telling her how he had become bored with her, that he releases her from the contract and to never contact him again. Even though it may hurt her, it would be the honorable thing to do. But the monster within him, its red and black extended belly, already gorged on her flesh, wanted more. Always more. His shaft had once again uncoiled like the serpent it was, pressing against his trousers with need, the sharp familiar, inguinal ache demanding its satisfaction, demanding to be fed. He wished he had the courage to just cut the goddamned thing off him for good, and be done with its demands once and for all. Williamson saw her stir and he turned away from her to leave.
“Where are you going?” she whispered with her eyes shut.
“Shhh. Go back to sleep.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
“But I thought—”
“I was just too lazy to walk.”
“Ahhh, you’re a tricky girl. Sleep well, Ms. Mauricio.”
Williamson turned to leave. Bella Lisa sat up in bed and leaned forward, enticing him with her breasts, dangling them in front of his eyes.
“You took a shower. You always smell so good and look so clean. Why do you get to take a shower and I have to smell like sweat and sex.”
“Shhh. Go back to bed.”
“Come to bed. Cuddle with me.”
“I really should go back to my room, Ms. Mauricio.”
“I’d like to add to our contract: “Mr. Williamson must spoon Ms. Mauricio to sleep every night for seven nights, or the contract will be null and void.”
“I don’t think so; the contract’s already been signed.”
“Hmm, thought so. Well then, perhaps you haven’t noticed, but I have a couple of nice little places you could put your hands in my bed…” Bella Lisa said, jiggling her breasts seductively.
Williamson felt himself getting hard again.
“I don’t sleep very well I’m afraid.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?”
“You’re insatiable. And it’s late.”
“Do you have to go to bed this early, Grandpa?”
“I don’t want to keep you up.”
“If you have a little trouble sleeping, come cuddle with me. Maybe it will help.”
“If I come to bed with you, I’ll be poking, prodding and molesting you all night.”
“I don’t mind being poked, prodded and molested by you.”
“You have to be up bright and early, you have that doctor’s appointment—”
“I think it’s a little late for that now, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes, I suppose you’re right. I’ll have it cancelled. But you still have a big day anyway tomorrow, giving away my 10 Million dollar endowment will be hard work.”
“But how will I earn my 350,000 dollars if you don’t stay with me tonight?”
“Oh, believe me; you’re earning every penny of it. Now get some sleep. Pleasant dreams, Ms. Mauricio.”
Williamson leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Bella caught his hand as he was turning to leave, staring at him with a pout and biting her lower lip hard enough to leave a tooth-shaped indentation.
“Don’t leave me.”
Williamson looked down at her and Bella licked her lips.
“I can still taste you, My Lord.”
Williamson could hold back the pain no longer and doubled over, holding his pelvis area and groaning.
“God, this hurts...”
“Oh my, you’re having that pain again? And here I am teasing you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s Ok.”
“Come here.”
Bella Lisa got out of bed and sat Williamson on the edge of her bed.
“I’m going to help you with this, Mr. Williamson. I’m going to comfort you. Just sit back and relax. I’m sorry to be such a tease.”
Bella Lisa unzipped and removed his trousers. She looked up into his eyes and Williamson grabbed a handful of her thick abundant hair and gripped it tightly. She kissed the top of his feet. Williamson pulled her up by her hair, guiding her tongue up his ankles and calves. She glided the tip of her tongue over his knees and up his muscled trunk-like thighs. She felt him stop tugging her hair when he positioned her where he wanted, over the pulsating veins of his pelvis. She kissed and licked his sore spot over and over, trying to give comfort and relief to him with her tongue while looking up at him with devoted, loving eyes. He gently pulled up on her hair once more, guiding her tongue to the underside of his freshly shaved scrotum. She licked and kissed him there, taking each delicate sac into her mouth. She heard him groan with pleasure as she suckled on the warm round fullness of his root. He took his free hand and grasped her around her throat, holding his fingers on the collar he had given her. She took his shaft in one hand and looked up at him, licking her lips.
“Am I bringing some relief to your discomfort, My Lord?”
“You are, Ms. Mauricio.”
“As your collared submissive, it is my pleasure to serve you, Sire.”
Bella Lisa licked up his shaft over the rim to the tip of his penis, tasting the delicate sweet and salty flavor of the fluid leaking out of the opening. She sucked hard on the tip, drawing out more of the cream as Williamson softly moaned.
“It would be my pleasure to relieve you again, my Lord, to serve you with my mouth. I will try this time to swallow every last drop of your precious sweet come. I will keep your penis in my mouth the whole time, no matter how much comes out and I will continue to suck on you and swallow you until you are satisfied. Perhaps you would also first like to fuck me as hard as you want and for as long as you want in my pussy, and shoot your warm come inside me, or on my breasts, before I swallow you with my mouth? Or would you prefer to try something new, Sire?”
Williamson looked at her with a cold hungry gaze.
“Something new, my sweet sub?”
“Yes, My Lord. There is an emptiness I feel in one place, that I wish you to fill, which you have avoided, I think, to protect me.”
“And where do you feel this emptiness, my beauty, that you wish me to fill?”
“I think you know where, My Lord,” she said in a demure whisper.
Bella Lisa looked at Williamson with a watery, waif-like expression in
her eyes.
She leaned back in bed, twisting her hips and arching her back, offering herself to him.
“But please, My Lord. No one has ever…I am a virgin here. I want to give myself to you and be filled by you, and satisfy you here, but I’m afraid you will hurt me. Please don’t hurt me or cause me any pain.”
“Of course, my virgin sub, we will go slowly there and I promise you will not feel any pain.”
“Maybe you’d like to slap me a little here? Ever since I saw Ariel being punished by her Dom, I can’t get the image of it out of my mind. It was so sexy to me when she submitted herself to her discipline. Did that scene in the play arouse you as much as it did me?”
“It did.”
“You really are my Dom, Mr. Williamson, and I am your obedient sub. Wouldn’t you like to punish me a little?”
Williamson stared down at her, without moving a muscle, mesmerized by her.
“I would, but you’ve done nothing wrong that deserves punishment. You’ve been perfectly obedient.”
“I wasn’t able to swallow all of your come. I can only swallow once or twice and the rest spills all over my breasts and runs off the sides of my body. I ruined the nice leather of your limo because I couldn’t swallow all of your come, didn’t I?”
“That is true.”
“Punish me then, My Lord. I deserve it.”
Williamson sat on the edge of the bed and gave Bella Lisa a light slap on her left cheek.
“Is that the best you can do, Mr. Williamson?”
A fire lit up in Williamson’s eyes. He turned his back to her and walked a few steps away from her toward the door.
“Where are you going, Mr. Williamson?”
He stopped, and spoke with his back to her.
“Due to your inexperience in this world, I will forget what you just said to me.”
“Please, Mr. Williamson, I’ve never been spanked.”
“Be careful now, Ms. Mauricio. You’re stepping into a dangerous place with me. I would strongly advise you not to tempt me.”
“I’d like to try it once, Sire, a good spanking, you know, just to see how it feels.”
Williamson turned to her and walked back. He removed from a cabinet under the bed a wooden paddle and showed it to her.
“You certainly have a lot of toys hidden at your fingertips. I’m impressed.”
“It’s called a Singapore Stinger. Slightly more effective than a bare hand, when a sub has been particularly disobedient. It should suffice if you want, as you say, a good spanking. Perhaps afterwards, you will think twice about asking me for punishment. It’s a side of me I prefer to keep hidden, but you have flirted a little too much with the beast within me…
Bella Lisa noticed him change slightly. He lifted his chin and straightened his shoulders, looking down at her with a cold commanding presence.
“Now, if you had spit out my come as some subs do, I would be giving you 3, perhaps 4 strong slaps. But I know you have tried to swallow me, so you will only receive 2 slaps of the Stinger. But if you do not improve in your swallowing technique this week, I reserve the right to use wooden paddles, whips… or worse. Are you ready to submit to your punishment, sub?”
Or worse?
“Yes, Sire,”
“Don’t forget to count the slaps for me.”
Williamson gave Bella Lisa a sharp slap on her left cheek with the paddle with one hand and holding her back securely down on the bed with the other. Her body buckled and she breathed in quickly, shocked by the pain. She felt a sharp shooting pain on her cheeks and running down the back of her legs. Tears came to her eyes.
“One,” she whispered out, between breaths.
“Was that slapping more to your liking, sub?”
“Yes, My Lord,” she said, a tear slipping down her face.
“Would you like to have your second slap now, sub?”
“If it pleases you, Sire.”
“Oh, it pleases me, more than you’d care to know, Ms. Mauricio.”
Williamson slapped Bella Lisa’s right cheek with the same intensity. Her body jerked and she cried out in pain. Her ass and the back of her legs were on fire. He pressed her down more firmly into the mattress. Tears slid out of her eyes.
“Ms. Mauricio? If you’ve lost count of the slaps I’ll have to start over.”
“Two,” she said, choking back her sobs, tears freely sliding down her cheeks onto the bed sheets.
Williamson released the pressure from her back and applied a cool lotion on her cheeks and rubbed it in. The sting was almost immediately alleviated by his massage.
“Now, next time I expect you to swallow every last drop of my come, do you understand?”
“Yes, My Lord,” she said through her tears.
He gave her a tissue to wipe her eyes. Bella Lisa was slightly unsettled by Williamson, playing the game with such a serious demeanor, causing her such pain and then such sensual pleasure a moment later. She wondered what he meant when he said, as her Dom, he reserved the right to punish her with wooden paddles, whips, or worse…
What did he mean by worse?
She shuddered, remembering the sharp sting on her cheeks.
I suppose I should’ve expected it. I wished he had used his hand to slap me. No, I think the hard paddle was sexier. It hurt a little. I asked him for a hard slap, so I can’t really blame him for giving it to me. I can’t really be mad at him for spanking me, since I asked for it. He was only doing what I asked him to do. Next time, maybe I’ll be a little more careful with what I ask for. It doesn’t really hurt anymore. It feels good there, actually…
“Does this skin lotion make you feel better, Ms. Mauricio?”
“Yes it feels… intensely pleasurable, thank you My Lord.”
“I regret slapping you so hard now, Ms. Mauricio. I must apologize for my behavior.”
“It wasn’t your fault at all really. I asked you to spank me hard, silly me. So you needn’t apologize.”
“Now I regret it. If I could take back what just happened, I would. I lost control. I’m sorry, Ms. Mauricio.”
“It was a pleasure to have submitted to you, Sire.”
“Did I hurt you? Tell me the truth.”
“Oh, just a little. Don’t worry about it.”
“Now that I’ve learned your pain threshold, I give you my sacred vow as your Dom, I will never pass it again. Please believe me and trust me if you still can. I’d hate it if you no longer felt safe with me.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Williamson. I still trust you. I feel safe with you.”
“That’s good to hear,” he said, sighing out with obvious relief.
Williamson finished the massage and stood up at the edge of the bed, staring down at her. As the pain went away, all that Bella Lisa was left with was a tremendous feeling of pleasure. Her skin now tingled in the same place where he had inflicted such pain only a moment earlier. When he had touched her so tenderly after hitting her so sharply with the paddle, the lips of her sex opened and became moist, ready to be penetrated again by his fingers, his tongue and his lovely hard shaft. She wished that her sexual response had come from the soothing massage Williamson had given to her hips and cheeks, but she knew in her heart it was triggered by her submission to him. She realized how much she liked being pinned down to the bed and being spanked.
I liked it. Hard.
Bella Lisa turned over on the bed and sat up. She looked up his magnificent body towering over her. She reached out and put both her hands around the girth at the base of his thick shaft and gave him a hard squeeze. She held his erection, petting and kissing the tip tenderly as she looked up into his eyes and confessed what she was feeling to him.
“Mr. Williamson… My Lord, I must tell you, I would never want you to take back what just happened between us. It was very special to me and I’ll never forget it. I don’t understand why and I’m embarrassed to admit to it, but…even though it did hurt a little… I liked it… You know, Mr. Williamson, before I met
you, I had never allowed a boy to come in my mouth before. I was always afraid of doing it, that it would have a bad taste, or that I’d choke on it. It made me not want to give a boy pleasure with my mouth, even though I knew how much they liked it. But when I tasted that first drop of your come in my mouth and swallowed it down so easily, I realized how I was no longer afraid to do it; in fact, I really liked it and actually crave to have you come in my mouth again and again and again. It’s just like that with the spanking, I think. I was afraid of it at first, and it hurt while it was happening, but… I liked the feeling of being powerless under you and being spanked so roughly. I did. Even though you heard me cry out and you saw my tears, I liked how hard you spanked me. It makes me wet when I think about it. I realize I like submitting to you, being under your control and domination, it’s extremely sexy to me, and I want, no I need for you to spank me again, or whip me, whatever you prefer. Whenever you see fit, whether you have a reason to do it or not, I want it from you as your sub, My Lord. I am yours to control. I feel alive when I’m with you, Mr. Williamson…”
“I want to whip you, to spank you again, Ms. Mauricio. It arouses me to do it too, but…I’m just not sure you should trust me, because of who I am, what I am…”
“But I do trust you, Mr. Williamson. I know you’ll never really hurt me. That’s why I can give myself over to you like this, completely.”
Bella Lisa let go of his shaft, leaned back and twisted her hips toward Williamson, arching her back and offering herself.
“Would you like to spank me again right now, My Lord? Or whip me? Only a little harder this time? It would bring me pleasure to submit to you again. Or perhaps you would like something else, Sire?”
Bella Lisa jiggled her breasts slightly, bit her lower lip and looked at Williamson with raised open eyes, running a single strand of hair through her fingers. Her eyes drifted down to his shaft and she looked back up into his eyes, licking her lips.