She did, and wrote Billy’s name on the line for the teacher. The woman looked at the paper. “Oh, so you’re the new sleeper.” She scribbled the time next to Elle’s name. “Tomorrow you can write the time yourself, right?”
“Definitely. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize …” Georgia stammered.
“Don’t mind her. She’s just not a morning person.”
Elle turned and found herself face to face with the redhead from the day before.
“My name is Prussia, and Miss Grumpypants here is Elaine. I’m so glad you got the job. That position has been open for so long, and the other Sleepers were moaning so much about all the extra work, I was worried they were going to make one of us—me or Elaine, I mean—do it.”
“Really? What happened to the last girl?”
Prussia gathered her fiery hair into a ponytail. “She fell in love.”
“With Billy?”
Elaine and Prussia both gave her a shocked look, and Georgia struggled to backtrack. “I mean, with someone who works here? He’s just the only guy I’ve met is all,” she finished lamely.
“Nah,” Elaine said as she flipped through a stack of papers. “Some idiot she met at a bar. They started to get serious, so she quit before he found out what she’d been doing. I’m sure she’ll be back eventually, begging for her old job.”
After Georgia changed into silky red panties and a t-shirt, Prussia came up behind her and gently pinched the skin of her elbow. “Don’t go falling for Billy,” she whispered. “He’s a heartbreaker.”
Georgia nodded. “I’m not the type of girl who loses herself whenever she sees a hot guy. I just don’t know any other guys here.”
“Ok. ‘Cause I don’t know you, but I’m just gonna say it. I like you. I don’t want you to get fired.” Prussia threw her arms around Georgia in an impromptu hug, and Georgia squeezed her back.
“Good. You’re on time.” Billy’s rough voice made Georgia jump about twenty feet in the air. He was too sexy in a clingy white t-shirt and tight jeans that molded to his muscular thighs. Georgia mentally fanned herself.
“She’s reliable, Billy,” Prussia said. “A good employee. I can tell.” When Billy turned to go up the stairs, Prussia drew her finger across her throat and mouthed to Georgia, “Don’t fall for him!”
Georgia nodded with a smile and hurried into the stairwell without bothering to grab a robe. Billy was waiting at the top of the stairs. “I spent a lot of time thinking about you last night,” he said.
Georgia’s eyes got wide as all the kinky things they’d done in her fantasies came rushing back to her. “You did?”
Billy stopped in front of the room she’d auditioned in and inserted a key into the lock. “My usual teaching techniques are geared toward women who either have low sex drives or who are repressed in some way. You’re neither, so teaching you how to orgasm isn’t going to be helpful.” He swung the door open and flipped on the lights.
She frowned as she followed him into the room. “Why teach orgasming if the point is for the Sleeping Lady to be still?”
“You’d be surprised how many women equate ‘still’ with clamping their knees together or going stiff. Our visitors want the fantasy of coming into a sleeping woman’s dream and being her dream lover. They don’t want to feel that they’re doing something to someone who’s unwilling.”
“Oh. So did you come up with a good plan for me?”
Billy rubbed the back of his neck. When he raised his arm like that, his considerable chest muscles flexed, and Georgia had to repress a contented sigh. A man like that? She could stare at him until the cows came home and never get bored.
“Get into the bed,” Billy ordered. “I’m going to grab some things that might help you stay calm while we work.”
Georgia pulled back the covers and noted that the sheets had been changed. She lowered herself onto the bed and inhaled the fresh linen scent.
Maybe she should tell Billy that she was making an effort, that she would be a lot less horny because not only had he helped her out by fucking her the day before, but she’d come a half dozen times since.
She quickly talked herself right out of volunteering the information. Just seeing Billy made her pussy wet, and he hadn’t even stripped down yet. Hell, she might be less calm than at the audition, and Billy might change his mind about taking her on. No, it was better if he didn’t know that she’d done everything possible to mute her sexual cravings.
Billy returned carrying a wicker basket. He closed the door and locked it. “I don’t want someone coming in to see why you’re screaming,” he said.
“Screaming?”
Billy’s full lips twisted in a crooked smile. “I’m thinking that aversion therapy might help. You’ll learn that losing control leads to pain, and this will strengthen your willpower.”
“I don’t know. Suppose it turns me on?”
Billy raised an eyebrow, and even though he kept his face otherwise neutral, Georgia couldn’t help but notice that he’d shifted his weight as if something in his pants was suddenly making him uncomfortable. “If it turns you on, well, I’ve got another plan. But let’s give this a try first. Get into position.”
Georgia stretched out, and Billy repositioned her limbs. “You want to make it so that the guest can access your mouth and your pussy without too much trouble. Sure, he knows that you’re awake, but if he has to do a bunch of stuff just to get into position and you don’t react, it’s going to ruin the fantasy that you’re actually asleep … it’ll be clear that you’re faking it.”
“Oh.”
He grasped her chin between his thumb and index finger. “Always keep your mouth a little slack. You want the guest to see your lips and know that your mouth is accessible.” He pressed his thumb into her mouth and moved it side to side. “Keep lip balm handy. It’ll stop your lips from getting dry.”
He suddenly reached down and pressed his palm against her sex, and Georgia nearly tilted her hips up to magnify the surface exposed to his touch, but thank goodness, she stopped herself in time.
“I normally advise women to keep lube nearby, but I don’t think you’ll need that sort of help.”
Georgia blushed. “Are you really going to hurt me?”
“Yes,” Billy said solemnly. “It’s for your own good. If I send you out there and you’re not ready, you’re not the only one who’ll be getting fired.” He brought the basket onto the bed and pulled out a package of suction darts.
Georgia’s eyes went huge. “What on earth are you going to do?”
Billy threw back his head and laughed. “I can’t imagine what you’re thinking now.” He gently touched her hair. “Any pain you experience will come from my bare hands.”
That was hardly comforting. His large, sturdy hands could probably wrestle a puma to the ground.
He dug around in the basket and pulled out a bullet vibrator and some string. Then a foot-long stick. He tied the vibrator to the stick and tapped it to be sure that it was securely fastened. When he was satisfied, he relocated the basket to the floor and carefully set the darts on the mattress, standing them on end.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t move. These darts are light and not very well balanced. The slightest readjustment of your weight and they’ll fall over.” When he had the darts exactly how he wanted them, he moved back and surveyed his handiwork with a satisfied nod.
Then he went to the foot of the bed and pressed the top of the vibrator to turn it on. The loud hum was the only sound in the room, though Georgia wondered if he could hear her heart pounding.
“I’m going to use this vibrator on you for five minutes. For each dart that falls over, you’re going to be punished.”
Georgia groaned. Even breathing made the darts sway. She nodded slightly to indicate that she was ready.
Billy extended the stick, and the vibrator touched her inner thigh. He moved it from place to place. “I’m just making sure that the vibrations alone don’t kno
ck over the darts.” He set it down for a moment and pulled off his shirt, and Georgia groaned again. She’d hoped she’d exaggerated his assets in her fantasies, but if anything, she’d cheated him. His chest was so wide and solid that she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t working as an underwear model or something. And when he moved … heaven help any woman within a ten-mile radius.
He picked up the vibrator and touched it to the thin strip of fabric that kept her pussy covered from his view. At first the touch was light, and while she ached to adjust so that she could taste a bit more of the exquisite pleasure that it promised, she was able to restrain herself.
“Good so far. Much better than I expected.”
Georgia didn’t smile. It hadn’t been easy to stay still.
He pressed it right over her slit. If not for the panties, the vibrator would be sliding inside her.
Her little moan had all the darts quivering. Billy made a disappointed sound, deep in his throat. But he didn’t back off.
He dragged the evil little toy up, pressing hard enough that despite her panties, it pushed apart the folds of her needy cunt. A slight trembling took hold in her hips, but she managed to stiffen her muscles, slowly. None of the darts fell.
But Billy wasn’t finished his cruel test. The vibrator continued its upward movement until it was nestled against the underside of her clit and a little to the left … the exact spot she would have chosen if she wanted to get off as quickly as possible.
She opened her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut as she flexed her fingers and toes, trying to retain control of her undisciplined body.
“That’s one toppled dart,” Billy said as he nudged the vibrator a little to the right. “You’ve got over three minutes to go.”
Her eyes opened and she saw he was right. She hadn’t even felt it fall. “Billy, please, I can’t …” The trembling in her muscles was growing stronger, and all the darts wavered on their cheap, unstable bases. “Oh, I’m going to come.”
“Then do it without moving, Georgia.”
“I … can’t,” she panted.
He tapped the bullet right on that sensitive spot. If only she were nude it would have been too much stimulation for her to come, and she would have gone numb, but the panties provided just the right amount of buffer.
She made the mistake of looking at Billy. Even though he kept the expression on his face neutral, his cock was straining against the front of his jeans, and he couldn’t keep the glimmer of excitement out of his eyes. It was subtle, but it was there.
Was he turned on because he enjoyed torturing her? Or because he was looking forward to disciplining her for the fallen darts? Or maybe he simply enjoyed the spectacle of a woman turned on and at his mercy.
That was the wrong line of thinking if she wanted to avoid coming.
“Ninety seconds, Georgia.”
But it was too late. The heat in her clit had spread into her pussy. She tingled all over, and her insides were clenching rhythmically. She was going to come; it was too late to stop it.
She held her hips as still as possible, but when the orgasm hit, her entire body shook. She squealed, fighting it, but she was powerless against Billy’s calculated assault.
“Four darts down. Sixty seconds to go.”
Her breath was fast and ragged. The problem with coming wasn’t flailing during the orgasm. It was the super-sensitivity after. “Please stop. I can’t.” Her hips were doing jerky little movements as she tried to evade the wicked intentions of Billy’s evil toy.
She thrust her hand between the vibrator and her tortured little nub.
Billy shut off the vibrator and tossed it aside. “If you come when you’re at work, you think that gives you permission to suddenly stop doing your job? Not only did all the darts fall down but you completely broke character.”
Georgia covered her mouth with her hands. He was right. “I’m not cut out for this job.”
Billy sighed as he pulled apart his makeshift device. “You’ll get there. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to punish you. I really didn’t expect you’d knock down every single dart.”
The little darts were scattered all over the place. One of them had even landed on the floor. Georgia retrieved it, shamefaced. Had she really moved around that much? Apparently she had.
After she collected them all, she handed them to Billy who tossed them into the basket. Then he sat in one of the chairs. “Come here, Georgia.”
She put her hands behind her back, suddenly apprehensive. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing that I want to have to do, but it’s my job.”
It was tempting to ask why his cock was so hard if he didn’t want to do it, but she figured it wasn’t the time to ask questions that might annoy him. When she was within arm’s reach, he snared her wrist, moving so fast she hadn’t even realized what was happening.
He pulled her over his knee, and she obediently yielded. He was in charge, and if this was what he thought she needed, she’d better accept it, hadn’t she?
He pulled the bottom of her t-shirt up over her ass. “Take down your panties.”
Now her face was really red. She barely knew Billy and yet he wanted a prime view of her from the worst angle possible. She slowly wriggled out of them.
“Ah, Georgia. You’re very trying.” He inhaled suddenly, sharply. “You will count.”
“Count what?”
Billy’s large, hard palm descended swiftly and surely. It connected to her bare ass with a loud crack. “That’s one.”
“One,” Georgia said. She was surprised to find that her voice had gone all quivery and that she was quietly crying.
He spanked her again like she’d been a naughty child. “Two.”
“Two,” Georgia repeated with a sob. There was no hiding her tears anymore.
The next smack actually hurt. “Three,” Georgia said. Each time he hit her, it was harder and harder. By the time she reached twenty, she couldn’t stop from screaming.
Someone banged at the door. “Is everything ok in there?” a female voice called out.
Billy sighed as he soothed Georgia’s smarting rear. Georgia sniffled and started to stand, thinking it was over, but Billy pulled her back across his lap. “Did I give you permission to stand?”
She hadn’t known she needed it. “No, Billy.”
He smacked her tender flesh five more times.
When he was done, he helped her stand and unlocked the door. Prussia and Elaine stood outside. “Sorry to alarm you, ladies. I’m just trying some unconventional teaching methods. But since you’re here, come in and watch if you like,” he said. “She’s a handful, but I’ll get her in line.”
Georgia’s eyes went wide as she worried that he was going to spank her again. But instead he ordered her to get into position on the bed. She did, wiping the tears from her cheeks. He was so harsh with her; she didn’t understand why he couldn’t smile more often. And yet … his firmness turned her on.
“Mouth open,” he said. “We went over this.”
She opened her mouth.
“We need to back up a moment. You are not to come when I fuck you. And try to stay still.” He shook his head as if he didn’t know why he wasted his breath.
Then he pulled his cock out of his jeans—right in front of Prussia and Elaine. He yanked the crotch of her panties aside and pressed the enormous, swollen head of his cock into her quivering flesh.
She moaned and curled her hands into fists.
“Stay still,” Prussia said in a loud whisper. Elaine shushed her.
As Billy’s cock made way in her tight hole, the beginnings of an unexpected orgasm announced itself with delightful little tremors. All that spanking had gotten her worked up again.
“Billy, please” she pleaded. She was crying again. Billy grabbed her wrists with one hand and restrained her.
“Don’t you come. You’re not getting paid to orgasm. Do you understand?”
She did, but her pussy didn’t. He
r pussy only knew that the hunkiest male she’d ever met was on top of her, fucking her with his gigantic cock, and the anger in his dark eyes only made him rougher, which served to make her even hornier.
Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to form the words to beg him to please have pity. Billy suddenly dipped his head and captured her mouth with his teeth, biting gently.
“No, no, no,” Georgia breathed when he released her. She was trying to tell her pussy to stop being so excited and slippery.
“Don’t you tell me no,” Billy growled.
“I didn’t mean—”
Billy rocked deep in her and held himself so firmly there that he hit the very ends of her pussy, and it hurt so good. Without relenting his seat in her, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them until she gasped.
“You will not come.” He pumped his thick cock.
She silently pleaded that he’d finish before the pain turned into pure ecstasy. For several long minutes, he punished her, using his large cock as if it were specifically designed to make her tight little hole uncomfortable.
But he was right. She didn’t come. Her body wanted to, but Billy was fucking her in such a way that she just couldn’t. It was all his doing.
“That’s better,” he grunted. Georgia kept her eyes closed and tried to breathe as if she were having a sexy dream, not getting angrily fucked by this modern-day gladiator.
With a long, deep groan, he finally emptied himself into her.
After he rolled off her, Elaine and Prussia applauded.
“You did great, honey,” Prussia said. She pulled a towel out of the wicker basket and handed it to Billy. “You were so still there at the end.”
Georgia sat up, trembling. “I was?”
Elaine nodded. “It was pretty good.”
She thought about how she’d been still when his cock was hitting her at that angle. An untapped reserve of self-control hadn’t done it; Billy’s long cock, cruelly applied, had kept her from coming. And he knew it as well as she did.
“I think that’s good for now,” Billy said. “Go home and think about how it felt. You’ll want to tap into that memory in the future. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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