by Paul Preston
“My sweet obedient sub, you seem to have forgiven me once again. How could I have gotten so lucky to have met you, four years ago? Now I am convinced there is not a more perfect woman that exists for me in the world than you, Ma Cherie.”
“That’s very kind of you to say, Mr. Williamson.”
“I think our problem here may be solved rather simply and easily by creating a safe word for you. It will protect you if the interlude between us becomes too intense, to assure I will never go beyond your pain threshold again. The first moment you experience pain or discomfort beyond that which you can endure, you must promise me that you will say this word, and whatever is happening between us will come to an abrupt end. The safe word is as much or perhaps more for me than it is for you. I don’t know what I would do to myself if I ever caused you to feel too much pain. Will you promise me?”
“Of course. I promise.”
“So what will you choose for a safe word?”
“How about…Beauty. You called me that once, and I liked it.”
“Beauty. Perfect. If you say the word Beauty, I will immediately stop whatever I’m doing for your protection. Do you trust me, sub?”
“In all things, Master.
“Good.”
From the drawer under the table, Williamson got out four long scarves and a small bottle of lubricating gel. He set it on the bed and sat down next to Bella Lisa, placing his hand in the cleavage between her cheeks.
“Before you submitted to your punishment, you said there was emptiness in a place inside you that you wished me to fill. Did you really mean this, my sub, or were you just flirting with me and teasing me?”
“I did mean it, My Lord. Though I am a virgin there, I want to try, and now I can think of nothing else but offering myself to you there. It makes me wet to think about it.”
“Ms. Mauricio, I have thought of nothing else since the day I first saw you. Each time I’ve released my come inside your mouth today and watched you swallow it I felt so close to you, and when I released my sperm inside your womb earlier, the feeling of closeness intensified, but I think you and I both know how much we want to be close in this hidden place of yours as well. I have to do it; I have to be the one who takes away your virginity there, just as I did when I came in your mouth for the first time in your life. I have the need to totally dominate you as my sub and make you mine. I know you’re a virgin and as I said I promise to go slowly. You have your safe word now, so I’ll know when to back down. So to answer your question, yes, I would like to try something new, if you are willing to try as well.”
Bella Lisa’s heart began to beat fast again.
“Yes, My Lord. I am willing. I offer myself completely to you, as my Dom. You may take my virginity. I offer it to you and you alone in my most secret place.”
Smiling, Williamson squeezed his hand between the cleavage of her cheeks.
“Then, stretch your arms above your head and spread your legs as wide apart as you can for me.”
“Yes, Sire.”
Bella Lisa did as she was told, feeling nervous, but excited. Williamson took her wrists and ankles and tied them very tightly to the bed posts. He split her cheeks and held them open as wide as he was able to and dived into her opening, licking and stimulating her, thrusting his tongue into her as far as he could, swirling the tip of his tongue over and into her tight puckered opening. She arched her pelvis off the bed, giving him greater access to the folds of her sex and he licked them with abandon, from the tip of the swollen clitoris through her slick open lips, before sliding his tongue once more through her cleavage and back into her secret opening.
“Oh, My Lord Sire, I can’t begin to tell you how good this feels,” Bella Lisa said, breathing hard.
“That’s good because I love doing it to you, Ms. Mauricio,” Williamson said, his nose, face and chin dripping in her juices.
Next, Williamson squeezed a generous amount of lubricating gel onto his fingers and massaged with his palms between her cheeks, while the tip of the index finger of his right hand entered into the tight opening, sliding in and out.
“Oh, My Lord…”
“Are you in pain, sub?”
“No, no, Mr. Williamson. Go deeper, deeper.”
After adding more gel, Williamson added the middle finger to his index finger.
He felt her muscles beginning to relax, allowing him to slide both fingers in slightly deeper.
“Oh God yes,” Bella Lisa cried out, lifting her chin off the mattress and grabbing the scarves above her head with her fists.
“I can’t wait much longer, sir. Please, go ahead. Do it. Take me.”
Williamson squeezed more gel into his hand and rubbed it onto his blue swollen head. Placing the tip over her, he pressed down into the opening slightly. The tip of his penis slid in easily, but the opening was not yet nearly wide enough to accept his large, ridged rim. Wishing he could just let go and pump his come into her, he pressed slightly harder and Bella Lisa let out a large moan.
“Are you hurt, baby?”
“No, no.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“No…”
Williamson tried squeezing more lubrication into her opening and pressed, hoping to get his shaft in past the rim, until he heard Bella Lisa’s cries.
“Oh God, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty.”
Williamson immediately pulled his tip out.
“You weren’t able to…”
“Don’t worry, Ms. Mauricio, it takes time, we can try again later. You did well for the first time.”
“Now you’ll never give me a job at the club,” she pouted.
“Would you like to perform at my club?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Well first, you’ll have to perform with me, right here, right now. I’m hard and you’re dripping wet so I’m going to come inside you from behind.”
“Oh yes, please, do it,” she cried out.
With sweat dripping down his forehead, Williamson slipped his shaft easily into her from behind, her moist lips accommodating him. Just as he imagined it the first moment he saw her, she arched her back off the bed and he slid his shaft deeply in and out of her compliant sheath. With his knees on each side of her hips, he straddled her, pumping his shaft into her in several hard rapid wild thrusts. From another hidden drawer he pulled out a small leather whip, with long velvet tassels attached.
“Usually I let my sub choose the whip she wants, but I think you’ll like this one. Do you want me to whip you while I take you from behind, sub?”
How many sex toys did this guy have under the bed?
“Yes, My Lord. It is my pleasure to be whipped by you as you shoot your come inside my pussy,” Bella Lisa said, in a breathy voice.
While pumping into her from behind, Williamson trailed the long soft tassels of the whip from her bound wrists, down her arms, across her face, over her shoulders and down the side of her back and legs, making the muscles of her body twitch and tremble.
Each tassel was like an extension of Williamson’s fingers, caressing her. As he brushed the whip down her a second time, he increased the speed of his pumping. Bella Lisa heard a snapping sound as he slashed her back several times with the velvet whip, causing a not unpleasant momentary stinging sensation. Her hips began to spasm as he whipped her, and Williamson saw the base of his shaft covered with her thick cream.
I like being whipped, even more than spanked. I like the sound, the feel of it lashing my skin…
“Oh, I’m coming. You’re making me come again, Mr. Williamson,” she moaned out, her body covered in sweat.
Williamson released the whip. With one hand he grabbed a handful of hair in his fist, lifting her head off the mattress, allowing him to slip the other hand underneath her, squeezing the top of her breasts together, while pumping her in a frenzy of passion.
“I love having you in this position… but I don’t think I can last much longer, baby.”
“Just let it go,
I want you shoot your come deep inside me, My Lord.”
“But I promised to exert more control…”
Williamson moved his hands so they were both wrapped around her slender pretty throat.
“I want to be your whore, Mr. Williamson. Will you let me be your whore?”
Feeling the soft vulnerable flesh of her throat under his fingers, the silky smooth ringlets of her long hair against his chest, seeing her so helplessly tied up and splayed beneath him, and especially hearing her ask if she could be his whore pulled his trigger, and Williamson released himself over and over, streams of his warm come shooting deep into her womb.
Bella Lisa squeezed her thighs together and clenched her sex around him, milking out every last drop of his precious come. When he was nearly finished, he pulled out and let her suckle more cream out from the tip of his slit.
The small mouthful she was granted left her wanting more, but she liked the warm feeling she had inside. She felt their juices mix together, drip out of her vagina and slide down her inner thighs. He freed her wrists and ankles from bondage and she curled up close to him. After his breathing calmed, Williamson closed his eyes and wrapped his arm around her. Soon, Bella Lisa felt his calm steady breath at the back of her neck and knew he was finally asleep.
I finally put the beast to bed.
After Williamson was asleep for a few minutes Bella Lisa extricated herself from the heavy arm slung over her breasts. Without waking him, she got up, used the bathroom and returned to bed. Williamson had shifted in bed and was now lying on his belly, dead to the world. Climbing back into bed she admired her new lover’s head of full, thick, black hair, his strong back and perfectly sculpted derriere. Looking further down his body, Bella Lisa saw something disturbing. On the back of his legs from the curve of his cheeks to the muscles of his calves Bella Lisa saw a grid of crisscrossing scars. Some of the scars looked years old and other cuts looked red and tender, as if they had happened more recently. She stared at them with a worried look, wondering how he could’ve gotten such awful marks all over his skin. Williamson shifted restlessly in his sleep and Bella Lisa covered him with a sheet. She got in bed, placed her hand on the small of his back, cuddled up close to him and soon fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Bella Lisa was awakened by Williamson, thrashing his body from side to side in his sleep. She touched his forehead and he felt feverish. He was sweating profusely, visceral heat emanating from his skin. Even after all the attention she had paid to it, his shaft was once again engorged with blood. During his fitful night’s rest, he gripped a pillow and kept squeezing it over his erection between his thighs, holding it down, as if he wanted to smother it in its sleep. Creamy fluid dripped out of his slit and made a round stain on the pillow case. He seemed caught in the midst of a terrible nightmare; his eyes shut tightly, his brows knitted together, haunted by some bad dream.
Bella Lisa repositioned her pillow to the other end of the bed near his knees. She decided to comfort him again, to try to relieve him of the agony of his dream, and to do so without waking him.
Perhaps if I could give him another release, maybe he’d be able to sleep peacefully next to me.
Bella Lisa slowly extracted the pillow from between his thighs and he immediately started writhing even more violently, panting in shallow rapid breaths. Bella Lisa blew cool air over the pulsating veins of his pelvis and caught his shaft in her hand before it literally slapped her in the face. She tenderly cupped his red swollen balls in her palms, feeling the blood beat through the thin layer of shaved skin. Before he was able to move his hips again, she placed her lips over the tip of his shaft and suckled him, tasting the come as it slipped through the slit. This seemed to calm him. His breathing slowed and rather than turning to the other side of the bed, he instinctively angled his hips closer to her mouth. As she sucked him, his entire body relaxed while the full length of his shaft burst with life. As he slept, Bella Lisa guided his shaft as far into her mouth and throat as she could, to about half way down his prodigious length, holding it there and sucking on his shaft. At the right angle, perhaps her Dom would be able to shoot his jets of warm cream directly down her throat. Soon her eyes began to water and she had difficulty breathing. She thought she was about to choke and pulled back up to the tip, coating his shaft with saliva. She gave up trying that technique, but a new thought occurred to her. If she tried taking in as much of the first jets of his come into her mouth as possible when he first started ejaculating, then pulled the head out to the tip of her lips so she could quickly swallow, then opened her mouth again to accept the next wave of come, perhaps she could time it in such a way that little or none of his come would be wasted. While he was composed and not moving, it was a perfect time to practice. She released his testicles and took a swallow of water from a glass on the bed stand. She noticed some hand lotion on the table and squeezed some into both palms and rubbed them together. She kneeled on the bed and held her mouth and tongue steady over the blue rim of his head and sucked, while tightly grasping his shaft above the root with both slick hands and pumping them repeatedly and vigorously half way up and down his shaft. It did not take long for her hands and her lips and her tongue to cause an explosion of come out of the tip, filling her mouth with jets of thick warm fluid. She kept pumping her hands up and down his shaft as her mouth overflowed with come.
Before she had a chance to swallow, two small streams of fluid spilled over her lower lip, down and over the center of her chin, falling onto her neck, dribbling down into the valley between her breasts and spreading out on her torso like a river’s delta.
So much for not spilling a single drop.
She tilted her head back, closed her mouth and swallowed. Before she closed her mouth over the tip of Williamson’s shaft again, he had sprayed two jets of his cream into her breasts. She milked more and more of his cream out, swallowing before it spilled out over her lower lip again. After the second mouthful, she gave up and pressed him against her breasts to milk out the remaining fluid, until she saw her breasts were soaked and dripping with his come, forming a sticky layer over her skin.
This is my new skin, this is me.
As his penis throbbed in her hands, she lay back down on her pillow and sucked out the last few drops. She shut her eyes and suckled on his penis and finally it relaxed to its natural state. She fell asleep with the flaccid head still between her lips, her hand over the back of his thigh, protectively covering his scars.
Chapter Three
Day Two – Sunday
Bella Lisa was awoken by a diffuse light coming through the balcony windows. Williamson was not there. Through half-shut eyes she saw the time was 6:15AM. She stumbled out of bed, stiff and sore from all the sex, and went into the bathroom to pee.
She washed her hands and looked up in the mirror, not recognizing what she saw. Her hair was a tangled mess, there were bags under her eyes and she was covered from her cheekbones to her thighs in a second skin of the dried residue of Williamson’s come. She washed her face and brushed through the knots in her hair. In the cabinet above the sink, she found some women’s makeup he must’ve picked up from the M.A.C. store.
This guy thinks of everything, every last detail.
At first Bella Lisa thought of just doing a touch up to get rid of the dark circles under her eyes, but then saw the red lipstick and eyeliner. She applied the makeup, painting her lips bright red and accenting her eyes and lashes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt transformed. She looked very sexy, like a younger and much prettier version of her super model mother. In the reflection she saw a digital scale on the floor next to the Jacuzzi. She weighed herself and was happy to see she had lost two pounds since yesterday. Back at Stanford she would always start her day with a large breakfast. Despite not eating more than the delicious fillet of salmon and a few bites of salad yesterday, she didn’t feel very hungry at the moment… for food. Hanging on the back of the bathroom door was a very pretty and feminine Victoria’s
Secret red silk robe.
Perfect.
She felt ready to face DAY 2 of her contract.
She wandered out into the darkened corridor of the North Wing. She heard a strange noise, a faint metallic whirring and walked toward the sound. The sound became louder and more distinct behind a door near the end of the hallway. She went in and found Williamson, shirtless, sporting short black gym shorts, slapping the treadmill at full speed in new Nikes. Sweat poured off his face and dripped down onto his hairless, smooth muscled torso, reminding her of the sculptures of Greek Gods she’d seen on display at the LA County Museum of Art.
Damn him.
He looked fresh as a daisy after only sleeping a few hours, healthy and full of the vitality of youth.
When Williamson saw her reflection in the mirrored wall he powered off the treadmill, stepped down off it and walked directly over to her.
“You look… so fucking sexy.”
Bella Lisa saw the erection growing in his gym shorts and she looked into his eyes and licked her lips. Williamson picked her up at the waist and she wrapped her legs around him. He backed her up against the wall, kissing her passionately with his tongue, as if he had never kissed a woman before, not allowing her to breathe and covering her face and lingerie with his sweat. She was overwhelmed by the strength and virility of the kiss. She shut her eyes and became dizzy with the wetness of his perspiration all over her cheeks, the smell of his cologne and the feel of his erection grinding into her. She felt weak and vulnerable being held above the ground in his arms.
“I had the most erotic dream about you, Ms. Mauricio.”
“You did, My Lord?”
“I have to fuck you, right here, right now.”
“My body is yours to take whenever you desire it, Mr. Williamson.”
Williamson untied the lash of her robe.
“I desire it right now, submissive.
Holding her firmly under her thighs, Williamson lifted Bella Lisa’s legs up over his shoulders and buried his mouth deeply into her sex, sucking on the folds and licking inside her. She felt the tickle of the stubble of his facial hair as he rubbed his face into the wide open walls of her sheath. His lips found her clitoris and he sucked it deeply into his mouth, rubbing the tip of his tongue across the nub. Bella Lisa ran her fingers through his shaggy thick surfer’s hair over and over.