by Vivian Ward
But before that, I continue jacking off, stroking myself as fast as I can as I watch her hand travel farther south, disappearing completely. All that can be seen now is her arm reaching inside her shorts. Judging by the rigid motion of her movements, she alternates between fingering herself and strumming her clit.
Faster and harder. Faster and harder. Over and over.
Clenching my cock, I continue beating off, matching her movements until a thick gush of semen erupts and lands on the floor, pooling into a puddle until the last bits of come finally exit my body. Part of me feels guilty for watching her masturbate, but the only thing I feel bad about is that I’m still hard and need to come again.
Chapter 9
Ally
Allison!” I heard his thunderous voice boom as my bedroom door flew open.
Startled, I jumped up, quickly taking my hand out of my shorts. I knew I made a terrible mistake when I started reading the books he’d left me, but what else am I supposed to do while I’m stuck in this room with nothing else to do? I was starting to go stir crazy and needed something to help me escape the fact that I’m now Colton’s prisoner.
I thought that maybe if I read the books he left me, that I’d understand where he’s coming from and figure out where his head is but that’s not what happened. Instead, for some fucked up reason, it started turning me on. The more I read and thought about Colton doing some of these things to me, the more turned on I became. I couldn’t help but imagine him pulling my hair, telling me what to do, and pushing me to my limits.
To say that I was fascinated is an understatement. The first book that I read taught me a great deal about bondage and the roles that each partner plays. I learned things that I never thought possible and have more respect for bondage play. I found it to be interesting and addicting!
The second book, though. Oh. My. God!
I never read anything so hot and sexy, and it was more of a manual than anything but God, did it push my buttons. The way it explained everything, the physical and emotional connection, the pleasure and the pain, it drove it straight home for me.
But I’m scared—scared of Colton. I want to give myself to him but his experience scares me, or maybe it’s my lack of experience that scares me the most. Although, one part of the first book resonated something deep inside me. It said that you should choose someone who you respect and challenges you; Colton certainly fits the bill for both of those things. And it also said you should make sure that your Dom is aware of your physical and mental state at any time, which I think he would strongly take into account anyway.
Trembling, I stare at him, trying to gauge just how angry he is when his eyes settle on my glistening hand. Somehow, I just know that he knows that I masturbated. I’m not sure how I know that he knows, but I do. Instinctively, I pull my knees close to my chest unable to move any farther.
“What were you doing?” he asks, but it’s not really a question; it’s more of a demand.
I swallow hard and try to think of something to say, but my thoughts escape me as my brain ceases to work. Walking towards me, an odd mixture of his cologne and sex assault my nostrils, and I briefly wonder if he’s been with another woman but my gut tells me that I’m being absurd. Obviously, he could have any woman he wants, but it’s me who’s locked in his house. I am the one he wants.
“Allison?” he says, squatting in front of me. “What were you doing?”
Embarrassed, I’m unable to move or speak. I remain quiet. Our eyes briefly lock before he reaches out, taking my hand in his. My fingers are still coated in my clear slickness when he puts them to his nose and sniffs. Without saying another word, a coy grin tugs at the corner of his lips and he slowly puts each finger in his mouth, starting with my pinky.
Sucking on my ring finger, he grins before pulling it out of his mouth. My heart begins pounding as he grabs my middle finger and pulls it into his mouth. Secretly, I’m dying of embarrassment and shame on the inside, but I refuse to let him know it. His eyebrows raise slightly as his tongue swirls around my finger, and I just know he can taste my juices. His reaction makes me even wetter than I already am, so I squeeze my thighs tighter until they’re completely shut.
“Mmmm,” he moans as he pulls my middle finger out of his mouth. “Let’s see, Ally,” he says, picking up my index finger. “Are you a one or two-finger girl?”
I wish I could die and float away, but the harsh reality is that I’m stuck here at his complete mercy. He quickly sucks my index finger into his mouth, and there’s no doubt that he can taste my juices on that finger, too.
As his face lights up with excitement, I can see his arousal pushing against his zipper. Heat begins to spread across my cheeks and I feel them changing in color.
He has no right to embarrass me like this. He has no right to humiliate me. But most of all, he has no right to be so damn sexy as he sucks my fingers clean!
Standing up, he casts his eyes down at me as he begins unbuckling his belt. “One thing,” he says, upon successfully opening his buckle, “that you will quickly learn is that you will do nothing without my permission.”
Grabbing a firm hold on his leather belt, his grip swiftly pulls it through the loops of his pants. The sound of the friction quickly moving across the thread and leather makes me wince as I think about what he might do with that belt.
“You’ll also learn that there is a consequence for everything, Ally. When you do things that aren’t allowed, or things that you haven’t sought permission for, you will be punished unless I’ve specifically asked you to do them. Do you understand?”
I quickly nod my head as I try to scurry away but the second I turn my back from him, he has a hold of my wrist. Pulling me toward him, he grabs my chin and stares into my eyes.
“The only person who is allowed to give you pleasure is me. It’s time to receive your punishment.”
My mind is still trying to wrap around what he’s saying, but before I can fully comprehend his words, he snatches me up, pulling me across his laps. Like a toddler, my arms and legs flail about but he has a steady hold on me, his hands are firmly keeping me in place.
In one quick motion, I feel him yanking down my bottoms, exposing my bare ass. The cool air from the room makes my skin prickle before his belt comes crashing down against my ass. Gasping in shock, my back quickly arches as the heat from the stinging leather strikes my delicate skin and begins to spread across my cheeks.
“Ow!” I cry out. Moving my hands, I try to block another blow, but he’s quick to grab my wrists and holds them tightly.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he coos. “I will tell YOU when we are finished.”
Whack!
Another stinging blow reigns down on my ass, then another and another.
Whack!
The heat continues radiating across my tender skin. Even though it stings and the leather slightly burns, I welcome each strike and grow wetter as he delivers each one of them. Finally, after the fifth strike, he sits me upright on his lap and looks into my eyes. When he notices the lack of tears, he grins.
“Tell me, Ally,” his voice cool and even as his eyes study my face. “Do you like pain?” His eyebrows arch as a grin exposes his perfectly white teeth. “Is that what gets your rocks off?”
Still holding firmly onto my wrists, I’m unable to move my hands. Instead of answering him, I blow loose strands of hair away from my face and remain quiet. I’m not telling him anything. I refuse to give him any information to use against me, or to pleasure me with—mostly out of defiance, but also because I’m scared. I’m afraid what he’ll do with such information. I’ve always liked pain. I welcome it, actually. It helps me feel.
It makes me feel real.
Everyone’s always ignored me. I’m the plain girl, the goody-two-shoes, the book worm. I’m the girl who nobody’s ever given a second thought to because I’m average and have always been able to take care of myself. I’ve always been invisible to people, and sometimes it’s made me doubt my existence
. But when I’m around Colton, I feel like I’m alive, and it scares me. I don’t know what to do with that feeling, and I don’t know how far he’ll take things.
His dark aura pulls me in, threatening to never let me go. It feels like it might suffocate me, or maybe it’s just the words that are still ingrained in my memory about him choking girls like me. Hearing his words echo in my mind causes me to shiver as I sit on his lap.
“It’s okay, Princess,” he says. “You don’t have to tell me anything right now. You already have.” Looking down at his gray slacks, a round wet stain from my crotch betrays me. Grinning, he nods. “See?”
Embarrassed, I look away, still refusing to answer him but he’s not finished talking to me yet. “Ally,” he says, pushing me off his lap as he walks around the bed and faces me. “Tomorrow we’re going to have dinner guests. Now, I’m going to trust you to behave yourself. I think you can handle that, can’t you?”
Dinner guests? Who would he have over for dinner, and why would he have me join them? He’s kept me locked in this room all weekend long, and now he’s going to trust me when he has company over?
Almost as if he can read my mind, he answers my questions.
“Tyler is coming to dinner, and he’s bringing a date. I don’t want to tell people that you’re my captive, so you’re going to put on a nice little show tomorrow, Princess. Your job is going to be making him and his date believe that we’re together.” I squint my eyes up at him as he towers over me. “If I were you, I’d keep reading these books. They seem to be doing wonders for you.”
Turning to leave the room, he keeps his gaze locked with mine until he reaches the door. Once I hear the lock click in place, I race over to the mirror to look at my ass. It’s rosy red, and I like it. Running my fingertips over the red streaks, I feel them to see if my fingers can feel the same heat that’s stinging my skin. When they’re warm to the touch, I smile.
Maybe he is onto something, and maybe if I can play along, this can turn into something.
But another idea enters my mind as my thoughts begin to clear. How did he know what I was doing? What made him come into my room? He seemingly had no reason to be there other than to barge in on me while I was masturbating.
Chapter 10
Colton
I’m nervous about this evening, but she’s been quietly working on the computer all day. Her editor, Gretta, wasn’t happy that she’ll be working remotely, but she didn’t have much of a say when Greg handed her the orders that she is to email Ally’s assignments to her.
I scanned the emails before Ally read them, just to make sure there wasn’t anything in them and I have to admit, they have her working on the most boring shit I’ve ever seen. A high school kid could easily do the work they’re assigning to her, and it’s a joke. It’s no wonder she set out to create a story of her own. If I were her, I’d be going bored out of my mind with mundane pieces about upcoming carnivals, parades, and ordinary local pieces.
She’s the type of girl who likes to take risks, the kind that likes to live on the edge, and the kind of girl who likes seeking thrills. All of that was very apparent last night when I walked in on her masturbating. By the looks of it, she’d just come whenI walked into her room.
Her glistening fingers gave her away and she tasted as sweet—if not better—than I remembered. I savored every drop of her juices that I sucked off her skin, and was greedy by wanting more. Punishing her was my favorite part, and I think it was hers, too.
She couldn’t hide her excitement from me if she wanted to; though, I know she tried her best. She put up a small fight at first, but it was so weak and pathetic that I had to stop myself from laughing at her. I could smell how much she liked it from a mile away. The scent of her arousal betrayed her followed by the wet spot she left on my suit pants. Any idiot could see how much she was turned on but I wanted to punish her so instead of divulging in her excitement, I taunted her. I could tell by the way she reacted to her spanking how much she enjoyed it. She likes pain and I’m glad because the two of us will pair nicely.
Every twitch, every goose bump, her hardened nipples, her wet pussy, her wild eyes, and her swollen lips gave her away. She may have blushed when I gave her the bondage books to read, but she was the one burning through the pages. And when it came to her punishment? Her pupils were dilated, her breathing was fast yet steady and hard, and there was an expression on her face that I’ll never forget. A mixture of excitement and fascination glimmered across her rosy cheeks as she looked up at me.
I could see her fingers squirming to feel her glowing red ass, but she refrained—at least while she was in front of me. Once she thought I could no longer see her, I watched her admire my handiwork in the mirror. I silently promised her that there would be more as I observed her fingers feel the heat that was, no doubt, still trying to escape her skin.
With Tyler and his mystery date coming over tonight, I need to talk to my little Princess, the one whom I’ve locked away—at least until she can behave. Tonight can be her first test. If she can act civilized, then maybe we can begin to work on an agreement of some sort. I don’t like her being confined to her room but, right now, it’s necessary. I need to make sure she’ll be on her absolute best behavior tonight.
Climbing the stairs, I stop when I reach her door. Quietly listening, I hear her pecking away at the keys on her keyboard until I open her door and enter the room. Sitting on the bed, she quickly closes her laptop as she stares into my eyes.
“Was I interrupting?” I ask.
“No, I was just working on my assignment,” she huffs.
Stalking toward her, she quickly retreats on the bed, curling herself into a fetal position. Part of me knows that she’s still afraid of me even though the other part can tell she wants to kick things up a notch or two. “Ally, Tyler and his date are coming over and I need you to be on your best behavior. Do you—,”.
“What does that even mean? Am I supposed to act like a good slave? A good house guest? A good…girlfriend? What is it that you want from me?”
It’s obvious that she’s been reading the books, she’s already beginning to condition herself to my commands. “Just be polite, don’t speak unless spoken to, and wear something nice. Can you do that, Ally?”
Looking over at the closet, she nods before she rests her head on her forearms that are holding her knees close to her chest. “Yup. No problem,” she sighs.
“Princess,” I grab her chin. “We’re going to need a much better attitude for our guests tonight.”
Flinging her arms to her sides, she draws in a long breath of air before quickly exhaling. “I’m bored, Colton. I’m so damn bored with being stuck in this room. Can’t I get out? Go for a walk? Stretch my legs? Anything?”
I like my women in good mental health and would never do anything to hurt them. After thinking of a way for her to safely leave her room without risking the chance of her trying to escape, I reluctantly agree. “Can you cook?” I ask.
“It depends on what it is, but yeah, I can cook. Why?”
“I’ll let you make dinner tonight. All you have to do is write down every ingredient you’ll need to make any dish you’d like, and I’ll have everything brought back to the house.”
Her eyebrows furrow as she realizes that I’m going to allow her to leave the room. “I can leave my room and make anything I want?” she asks.
“Anything. Just write it down. Nothing is off limits, Ally.”
A slow smile creeps across her face and it’s gorgeous. It’s the first one I’ve seen in a long time, and it reminds me of how things were when I first met her. “Okay! And can I take inventory of the kitchen? To make sure you have the right types of dishes that I’ll need?”
“Sure,” I answer, hesitant. The only way I’ll be able to make sure she doesn’t escape is by arming the alarm system so that if she tries to open a door, I’ll be immediately alerted by the sound. Luckily, I have an alarm system just inside my bedroom that’s across the h
all from her door.
Getting up to go arm the system, she stops me. “Colton?”
“Yes?” I turn back to her.
“Not to make you angry, but I’ve never been to a formal dinner.” Her eyes cast down at the floor. “What should I wear tonight?”
Using my fingertips, I tilt her face to look at me. “Whatever you want, Princess. Mi castle su castle. If you play along, all of this can be yours,” I wave my hand through the air, gesturing toward the rest of the mansion. “Just promise me one thing,” my voice trails off.
“I know,” she sighs. “Be on my best behavior.”
“Right!”
After arming the system from inside my bedroom, I lead her through the house and explain various rooms along the way to the kitchen where she begins to make a list of her ingredients with a notepad that Linda keeps handy since she usually does the cooking.
Once her list is complete, I hand it to a driver that I keep on standby and give her a complete tour of the house while he fetches her wish list. Even though she’s quiet, she seems genuinely impressed with my home, which makes me happy. Within an hour’s time, he is back with everything she’s requested and she begins to busy herself with cooking. Not fully trusting her just yet, I keep her company until she finally has the casserole in the oven and exits the kitchen to begin preparing herself for the evening.
I wish I could go to my office to watch her undress and shower via the monitor, but I have to get ready myself. As the warm water cascades over my shoulders and back, I can’t help but picture her naked. My cock instantly hardens at the thought of her showering and it enters my mind that I should have joined her in her shower instead of using the one in my private bath. It would have made for a much more interesting afternoon.
Instead, I slowly begin to stroke myself as I reimagine her masturbating on the bed in her denim shorts. Just as my come begins to hit the shower drain, the water starts to cool, giving me a warning that I need to wash up quickly. It won’t be much longer until it’s showtime. I just hope that Ally behaves herself.