by Kris Cook
“That’s Candi’s decision, not mine.”
“You can cut the crap. I know you. I know how you operate. If you have your way, she’ll be knocked off the show in a month or two.”
More like Monday morning.
“If she’d been producing numbers that pleased the owners, we wouldn’t be here.”
“She’s got talent.”
“In the bedroom, yes. On-air some, but not enough.”
“Much more than some, and you know it.” Dustin’s hand clamped down on Clint’s shoulder and delivered a vise-grip of pain. “I want her on the show. Period.”
“Not possible.”
“You fuck with her, you’re fucking with me. Do you understand?”
Clint had never seen him so resolute about anything. The flexible friend he’d known morphed into an unflinching opponent.
“Dustin, can’t you see what her game is? She’s pulling our fucking strings and you’re falling for it.”
“You’re the one who likes being the puppet master, not Beth.”
“Really? When have we ever disagreed about the direction of a show?”
“She’s innocent in this. She’s done everything perfectly. Adding her to the mix forced us to be better at our jobs, pushed our limits, and the show has burned white hot. Hell, Candi told us what that survey found. What I don’t get is why you’re so adamant of getting rid of her with your love of high ratings.”
“Because she doesn’t belong on my show.”
“Your show? Fuck you, Clint.” Dustin unbuckled his seat belt. “She stays. End of discussion.”
“That’s not for you to decide. You and I agreed a long time ago that I make the decisions about what’s best for our career as a duo.”
“Keep talking, and you’ll be managing a solo career.”
“You don’t get it. She’s manipulated both of us. I can prove it.”
Dustin opened his mouth to say something, but instead he turned and got out of the car. He slammed the door shut, and the car rocked.
He’d never seen Dustin so pissed.
Clint stepped out onto the driveway and closed the door with a more appropriate push.
“Best not to try me on this. You leave Beth alone, or you’ll be the one off the show.”
Before Clint could respond, Dustin marched up to the condo, unlocked the door, pushed it open, and pulled it shut with a loud boom.
Clint stood alone, looking at the door. What the hell could he do to change Dustin’s mind about Beth? She’d trapped Dustin with her body. Clint had barely gotten free of her web.
That’s it.
The plan formed in his mind. He must prove that Beth was not the innocent that Dustin thought. She’d been calculating on the battlefield, launching teasing sparks that ignited both he and Dustin, giving her the advantage. How could he have missed it?
Well played, Beth.
Still, Clint doubted that she’d ever faced an opponent like him. Tonight, he would fight fire with fire, with an ambush. He kept the tools that he needed in a black leather bag at the bottom of his closet, safely locked away.
Clint smiled, imagining how Beth might resist his education, but her body’s reaction earlier had portrayed her deeper desires. She would react to the pain and pleasure he’d dish out. Her mind would race, her heart would pound, her pussy would ache…as her mettle to resist crumbled, bit by bit, under his guidance.
She’d willingly go to another time slot after tonight.
Clint walked up to the closed door, opened it, and entered. No sign of Dustin in the living room or dining room. Clint went to the hall. Surprisingly, Dustin’s bedroom door was open.
Clint considered trying to talk to him again, but decided against it. Instead, he walked to the opposite end of the hall from Dustin’s bedroom into his. He opened the closet door, grabbed the black bag from the floor, and brought down the video camera from the shelf.
He needed proof to show Beth wasn’t an innocent. He’d get her to confess that she’d been working to split them up from day one, even if it took all night.
Chapter Nine
In her robe and slippers, Beth continued pacing as she’d been doing ever since Dustin and Clint left. She’d screwed up by letting the two hotshots into her bed. Now, Clint thought she’d only done it to keep her job, like she was some kind of whore.
She’d hoped that teasing them would keep them interested, but when they turned up the heat, she melted.
Oh God, how can I fix this?
She passed her wit’s end thirty minutes ago. A pounding on her door jerked her from her thoughts.
“Open the door, Beth.” Clint’s voiced boomed.
“Are you serious? At this hour?” Beth put her eye up to her peephole. His face came into view. He seemed to be staring directly at her through the tiny eyelet.
“Let me in, now.”
“Why should I? You made your point very clear.”
“Don’t make me bust it down. I will. You won’t like the punishment I’d give you for disobeying me.”
Beth’s mouth went dry, but her want grew.
She unlocked and opened the door.
“Come in, but only for a minute.”
“You like giving orders?” He carried a bag and a video camera. “That’s about to change.”
Her guilt rose in her throat. Had seeing her with Dustin enraged him? Could that have been the reason he’d lashed out so strongly?
This was first time she’d actually been alone with Clint since they met.
“So, why are you here?” The words came out sharper than she intended.
“Do you want to fight me, Beth? Give it all you’ve got.”
“What if I do want to fight you?”
He smiled. “You already know how that will end.”
“What’s with the camera?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” He turned away from her toward the dining table.
“And the bag?”
Rather than answer, he sat the bag down, shielding its contents from her.
“Hey, what’s in that thing?”
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
Clint turned back around. He held something behind him. In a split second, he spun her so her back hit his front, pulling her arms toward him.
“What the hell, Clint?”
His large hand covered her mouth. Confusion slashed her logic to bits.
Beth felt something on her wrists. Clint handcuffed her. Panic scraped her insides raw.
“These are leather cuffs. They lock together. You won’t be able move your arms, so don’t try. No talking, unless I tell you to. Nod to let me know you understand.”
She nodded, her heart thumping full tilt.
“Beth, I know what you really need, and I will give you pleasure like you’ve never known before.”
His words ignited something inside her that caused her body to respond.
He untied her robe and slid it down to the handcuffs. She heard a snap. The feel of the leather left her wrists for a second, and her robe fell to the floor. He snapped the cuffs back together, restraining her again. The cold air hit her exposed skin, causing her to shiver violently.
With anyone else, this would’ve been torture, but not with Clint. She felt hunger and guilt. He must’ve come back because he’d sensed her wicked desire for this treatment earlier tonight.
Clint’s hand left her mouth. She heard him pull more items from his bag but dared not look back.
“You’ve been very bad, Beth. You drove a wedge between me and Dustin.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. She deserved anything he wanted to dish out.
“Clint, I—”
His hand covered her mouth, again, forcing her to silence.
“I told you, no talking. You said you understood. I guess you lied, or intentionally disobeyed me. Either way, you will be punished.”
Beth trembled. Desire rose up in her.
“I’m going to ask
you some questions now. You can answer one of two ways, ‘Yes sir’ or ‘No sir.’ Do you understand that?”
Every syllable threw more coals into the lusty fire inside her.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Have you experienced bondage before?”
“Yes, sir.”
Only once, with her ex. She’d enjoyed it and wanted to experience more. He didn’t.
“Interesting. Lifer?”
“What’s a—Ouch!”
Clint pinched her nipple hard.
“You didn’t listen to my instructions, Beth. Yes sir or No sir. That’s it.”
She held back her tears. “Yes, sir.”
“Better. Definitely not in the lifestyle. I think you played around a time or two with some asshole who didn’t have a clue about what real dominance and submission is. Right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I do know how to dominate. You want to learn more about that?”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“Listen to me closely. I will not repeat this. With me, you won’t be experiencing some pseudo-bondage game. You will be restrained, blindfolded, gagged, and whatever else I deem necessary to train you into the bottom I know you are. You won’t talk, taste, speak, move, or even come unless I give the order. You will obey every command I issue you without question. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you and asshole have a safeword?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Everyone thinks they know BDSM. Bullshit. You will have a safeword with me, but you also need a safe signal because you’ll be gagged most of the time.”
Oh God, I’m really going through with this.
“I will give you a way out of the incredible pleasure I can deliver, should you choose to end it. But understand this, when you do, I’m gone. Forever.”
Her heart sank. She couldn’t imagine never seeing him again, but hadn’t that been what she’d wanted all along?
“Snap your fingers for me.”
She did. Even with the cuffs, she could snap her fingers.
“Good. Now that I know you can, all you have to do to end your training is to snap them at any time. That’s it. Once done, it’s over.”
“Yes, sir.”
Clint slapped her ass with his bare hand. It stung like fire. She squeezed her legs together.
“I didn’t ask a question for you to respond to. Wait until I do. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Say, Lobster.”
“Lobster.”
“That’s the safe word. When you’re gagged, snap your fingers. When you’re not gagged, use the safe word. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I don’t think you’ll end this session, but you might be too weak for what I have in store for you. If not, you’ll have to prove it to me. Understand?”
Beth nodded.
She felt him grab a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back. “I told you that you only have two responses you could use. A nod wasn’t one of them. Let’s try again. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent. That’s your last words for now, Beth.”
Clint stood behind her. She wanted to see his face, wanted to let him know that she hated how badly she’d treated him.
He held something out in front of her. “This is called a ball gag.”
Beth studied the red rubber ball with two long black straps attached to each side.
“Open your mouth wide.”
* * * *
Clint couldn’t get over how compliant Beth seemed to be. He’d expected her to resist, to argue. But she hadn’t. Instead, her eyes showed so many emotions that he couldn’t keep his head straight.
He pushed the ball in her mouth until her jaw widened, just enough to be slightly uncomfortable but not too painful.
“That’s good, Beth.”
He watched the subtle ways she rubbed her legs together, trying to feed her ache, and it drove hot lust down into his dick.
“Next, I’m going to show you how sensory deprivation can be quite an aphrodisiac.”
He pulled out the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. He watched her shiver. He traced her curves with his fingers and watched the gooseflesh pop up along the way. She inhaled through her nose deeply.
God, she got to him.
He focused on the reasons he came here. One, pleasure her in the way he knew she needed. Two, extract the confession that she’d intentionally worked her way between him and Dustin in order to try to save her job. Third, get her to agree to another time slot.
That was the plan, and he must follow. He fortified his resolve to not deviate.
Clint guided her to the couch, leaning her over one of its arms so that her head rested on one of the seat cushions and her ass pointed up for his paddle—one side hard for serious punishment, the other with faux fur for a softer touch.
He brought out the leather ankle restraints and latched Beth’s legs together, immobilizing her. She looked amazing.
“You’ve been bad, Beth.” He patted her ass gently with his hand. He loved seeing her flesh shiver from his touch.
In his other hand, he held the paddle. He wanted to see her backside turn bright red, to watch her respond.
“So, I’m going to punish you. I don’t want you to show any fear. You’re gonna take it like the strong woman I know you are. Nod your head if you understand me?”
She did.
His entire body hardened with desire for her.
A virgin to his ways and yet she acted so bravely. It floored him. God, this wasn’t how he thought this would go, but he couldn’t stop now. He pressed on.
He started with the hard side first to render her ass hot. The first smack, Beth jumped. He loved this, loved her reactions. Another smack of paddle to flesh, she moved only a fraction. Each subsequent slap, she stirred less and less. By the seventh time, she didn’t move a muscle.
He knew he shouldn’t touch her tenderly just yet, but he couldn’t resist. His grazed her reddened backside with his lips, then moved them up to the curve in her back. He kissed her there, took in a breath to pull in her scent. His already-stiff cock felt like it might burst.
“Remember, you can’t come until I give the order.”
Clint pulled her up to a standing position, and unlatched the ankle restraints.
“We’re going to your bedroom now. I want you spread-eagle for me with that hot, tight cunt of yours ready for my cock. Understand?”
She shuddered, then nodded.
He guided her to the side of her bed to a sitting position, arms still behind her.
“Don’t move.”
He went to the other room, stripped out of his clothes, grabbed his bag and video camera, and returned. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman than Beth. Her breasts heaved with what seemed to be anticipation of what pleasures he’d bring out in her. Her pussy glistened with lusty dew. Everything about her pleased him.
Clint placed the camera on the dresser, and turned it on. He gently caressed her chest. Touching her soft skin thrilled him. He moved his hands to her nipples and squeezed them hard. Beth gasped and settled back. Her head tilted ever so slightly.
“That’s it. Go with it, Beth.”
She responded so deliciously. Her muffled moans called to him.
“Time to get you in position.” He helped her to the middle of her bed and guided her back to the mattress. He tossed her pillows to the floor. Her bed didn’t have posters, so he fastened braided nylon ropes to Beth’s wrist and ankle restraints on each of their D-clamps. He took the loose-ends of each rope and tied them to a leg of her bed, stretching her out spread-eagle.
He tamped down his own excitement. His pleasure would come later, after hers.
Clint brought out a ten-inch dildo from his bag of tricks. He placed it on her naked stomach.
“Beth, this will hurt some.”
She gave a defeated whimper.
“That�
��s right. Let go. You don’t have to do a thing but let your body respond.”
He guided the tip to her slit, and he loved watching her wiggle as if trying to suck it into her pussy.
Clint took off the gag. She let out a long breath.
“Wiggle your jaw for me, Beth. It’ll help those muscles relax and make you feel better. You’re doing great.”
Her cheeks turn bright red. Electric desire surged through him.
Clint thought about removing the blindfold, but knew Beth would get more out of the experience if she couldn’t see.
“You have my permission to tell me what you want me to do with this big dildo.”
“Yes, sir.”
Holy fuck, she got to him. “Tell me, Beth.”
“I want it inside me.”
“I think you deserve that.”
Clint got the bottle of lubricant out of his bag and slicked up the dildo. He pushed it between her swollen folds, stretching her.
“Remember, don’t come until I say you can. Understand?”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
Clint prodded the dildo in and out of her pussy, going deeper with each stroke. “Do you like this?”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Not yet.” Clint intensified his pounding of her mound with the dildo. He reached up and tweaked her berry-like nipple. “Like this?”
“Yes, sir.”
A fine layer of glistening moisture decorated her skin. He leaned down and lapped up a taste from her neck. She tasted sweet like honey. Clint moved over her.
“Would you rather have this dildo inside you or my pulsing cock? Speak freely.”
“Yes, sir. I-I want your cock inside me.”
“That’s the right answer. You are a fast learner. I’m proud of you.”
Clint pulled the dildo out of her and set it aside.
Without hesitation, he drove his cock into Beth’s pussy. He needed to see her eyes, see her response. He pulled the blindfold off of her, and she flinched at the light.
Clint was mesmerized by her hazel beauties, as her pupils narrowed, clearly trying to focus. She smiled, and his heart leapt up into his throat. Master became slave.
Clint continued pistoning between her swollen folds. “Tell me how bad you want to come, Beth.”