by Nicole Fox
He smiled a little, sliding his hand up and down the inside of my thigh. “Just like it should be,” he growled, his nails scratching across my skin. He rose to his feet. “Do you like this, slut? Do you like knowing I’m going to have all of you now?” As he spoke, his hand slipped back down between my legs and found my still-dripping pussy, beginning to play with my lips and clit. The other stroked my breast lightly, tracing the areola of first one breast, then the other.
As he stroked me and teased me, I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes, sir,” I groaned, my hips grinding against his hand, my back shoving my breast into his palm.
“Good,” he growled, taking his hands away. He walked away again, leaving me whimpering, and went back to the wall. My eyes followed his every move as he picked out an array of new devices and brought them back, went around behind me, and set them on a small nearby table.
He came back around, a thin and lightweight metal chain dangling from one hand. Two clips were attached to it. He held it up in front of me. “Do you know what these are?” he asked.
Timidly, I shook my head. “No, sir.”
He arranged them in hand, opened one of the clips. “Nipple clamps.”
My eyes went wide in surprise, but he just smiled and stroked a hand down my cheek. “Do you want to be a good girl? Or a bad girl? Because bad girls get the lash again.”
I groaned. “Good girl, sir.”
“That’s what I thought,” he said, attaching the clamp to my nipple.
I screamed as it latched down on my erect, hypersensitive tit. It was like the worst pain I’d ever experienced, at first, and I had to bite my lip to quiet my screams down to a whimper. Soon, it went from sharp and excruciating, to a dull, throbbing pain unlike anything I’d ever quite imagined. A tactile, sensuous pain that seemed to have a life of its own.
And then he attached the second one, heightening the feeling.
I didn’t scream out on this one, just sucked in a sharp breath, my knees weakening a little. “Oh God, sir. Oh God, that’s just . . .” I trailed off, not knowing how to speak the words to him.
“Wonderful?” he asked, before lightly tugging the chain he still held, making my nipples scream, and myself whimper, in renewed sweet agony.
I cried out again, and he let the chain drop to my chest, circling back around behind me. I lay my head back, gasping for breath. Soon, he returned, the leather strap from before now in hand. I sucked in a breath, in anticipation.
Without warning, he lightly struck the inside of my thighs, sending a bright light of pain through my mind that seemed to intertwine with the pain from the clamps. Then, I felt a cool liquid squirt onto my ass.
My eyes went wide. “Ford?” I bit my lip just as the word leaped from my mouth, realizing I hadn’t addressed him properly.
He cracked my ass hard with the lash, and I let loose a muffled groan. “What did I tell you? You broke rule one—” he struck my ass with the lash again, “—and two.” The second time, he got me good, and I knew I’d feel it in the morning.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whimpered.
“Good, slut,” he growled and began working the cool, slippery liquid up and down the crack of my ass. “Good. You should be.”
“Please, sir, I don’t want—”
“Have you tried it before?”
I shook my head. “N-n-no, sir. But, it just seems so . . .”
“Dirty? Naughty? Not what a good girl from a small town should enjoy?” As he peppered me with his questions, his hands slid over my ass and pussy, rubbing my clit as the cool lubricant mixed with my own sopping juices.
I groaned involuntarily, pushing my hand back into him. “Please, sir,” I begged. “Will you please fuck me?”
“You want me to slide my cock into you? Is that what you want?”
I nodded enthusiastically, the movement sending a new set of wonderful pain through my arms as I pushed back into his. “Oh,” I moaned, “yes, sir. Please.”
“Then tell me.”
“I want your cock in me, sir,” I whimpered. “I need it, please.” God, did I need it, too. There was nothing else I could think of at the moment. Not running to LA, not being a star, nothing.
I heard the distinct sound of the zipper of his slacks again and felt the heat of his hot flesh as it pressed against my gaping, aroused lips. He began to trace the massive head up and down my sex, teasing me.
I groaned low, deep in my throat and chest. This was what I needed. This right here. I pushed back against him, trying to swallow him, but he held my hips in place.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
I nodded, straining my arms again.
“Good,” he said, almost sighing, and slipped the whole of his cock into me. There was no easing, no stretching. He just sheathed himself entirely within me in one go. I was so dripping wet I took him with ease, his cock sliding all the way into me till the little zipper tab and the cloth of his slacks pressed against my naked body.
The pleasure was so intense, especially when combined with the constant pain from the clamps, from the restraints and the awkward stress positions. I screamed, trying to give myself a little relief, screamed in a gurgling, keening wail as Ford put his hands on my hips and began to fuck me hard.
He held me up, his fingers pressed hard into my hips, hard enough that there’d be bruised indentations in the morning. My legs were so wobbly, my thighs so sore, I would have dropped if he hadn’t held me up like that. He used my pussy, used my body. I felt like a toy in his hands, a piece of sex that he literally had tied up in the basement. And all of it on camera.
It felt so dirty. So wrong. So awful. But so very wonderful. My whole body arched as I threw back my head as far as I could and, pushed back into him, matching each and every one of his powerful, teeth-clicking strokes.
He slapped my ass hard with his bare hand, and I felt another orgasm roiling through my body like a wave from the depths, pushing its way to the surface, dragging me onto the shore and throwing me onto the rocks.
I screamed, my body crying out with more than just my voice, my insides twisting, every cell of my body feeling like it was about to explode as another orgasm crashed to the shore right behind the first.
I was dripping down my thighs, screaming Ford’s name, panting and yelling like a dirty whore. And then he did it; he pushed the finger into my lubed backside.
God, it felt wonderful, especially with his cock buried to the hilt inside me. I realized as he did it that I’d never let a man touch me there before, not because I didn’t want to try it, but because I didn’t trust them. Something about Ford, though, with his strong hands on my hips, with the corrective pain he was giving me, it just felt right to submit to him. To allow him this little extra bit of control.
“Sir?” I groaned. “Don’t stop.”
I realized then, that it wasn’t a finger. It was something else. He slowed his hips, stroked my back, and eased whatever it was deeper inside me. “Just relax,” he said, his fingers trailing up and down my back. “Just relax, Micah.”
I tried to follow his advice, to do what I was told.
It kept coming, kept stretching me around it. It went deeper, stretched me wider, filled me more completely than I’d ever even imagined possible.
I groaned low, the pain and wonderful sense of fullness so intense combined with Ford’s rock hard member still buried inside me. I breathed deep, flexed myself around my master, and tightened my hold on him.
He slid it deeper, stretching me more fully.
I panted, gasping and moaning as I tightened around his member again, feeling every vein, every ridge of his manhood. I came again, screaming out, my back arching violently, my fingers desperately stretched as they searched for him.
He began to fuck me then, as hard as before. Somehow, each of the movements allowed the plug in me to push out, and he would push it back in with each thrust. He reached around me, his hand snaking up again to my throat, his thumb and fingers closing over the sides of my
neck. Ford fucked me hard and fast, grunting as I pushed back into him with my wobbly knees, the world darkening the more he squeezed.
I was a toy for him, then, and I knew it. I cried out again, my orgasm still going. I’d never felt so completely used, or so cherished. It was contradictory, I knew, but I realized I could hold both feelings in my heart at the same time. I screamed again, my sex spasming around Ford’s cock.
“Cum inside me, sir!” I gasped, begging, gagging in the darkness as his hand kept its grip on my throat. “Please, sir, please.”
He picked up his pace, his length slamming into me as deep as it could, the dildo in my ass stretching me even wider till I felt like a gaping slave of a woman. He dropped his hand from my throat and pulled lightly at the chain connecting the clamps on my nipples.
I screamed at the sudden pain, marveling at how it pushed me further into the deep blue of pure pleasure. I was in orbit suddenly, drifting over our entwined, tied up, bodies, watching as he, still fully dressed, plowed from behind into me, naked except for my heels.
Soon, his whole body tensed, and I could feel his cock seem to grow again, to fill me even more fully. And then he exploded, his cock filling me with his seed.
I cried out again, my legs shaking as he drained himself inside me, grinding myself on his length, milking him.
He gasped for air as he continued to pump into me, his cock slowly going soft. Each thrust was slower than the last, and I knew he was savoring the feel of my velvet glove. And, as he pulled himself from me and took the toy from my ass, I knew I’d never be the same.
The emptiness, the absence, was as equally intense as the fullness had been. Where there had been heat and pleasure, now there was want and need. There was no other man for me after Ford. No other way I could possibly sleep with someone else and have it be this amazing. Though I’d turned down the leash earlier, I knew I’d allowed him to metaphorically put one on me anyway.
I was his.
And he knew it.
Ford undid the bar between my ankles, unlocked me from the chain hanging from the ceiling, unshackled my wrists from behind my back, and took the nipples clamps from me. Even as he cleaned me up, wiped the sweat from my body, and helped me over to the couch to lay down, I felt so wonderfully sore and exhausted. I could feel him dripping down my thigh, could myself stretched and aching by the ways he’d used me.
“Ford,” I whispered as I lay on the couch with him standing over me, still glaring down.
“Don’t,” he growled. “Just don’t. Just remember, if you don’t agree to what the boss wants, there’s going to be more men than me down here, showing you what the rest of these toys are for. You understand that, don’t you? You understand I was rough, but they’re going to be even rougher. You know that, right?”
I nodded, wincing as my finger went up to my sore, aching nipple. I looked down at it and saw how bright red and inflamed it was.
“You need to apologize. And make it sincere. Or I’ll show them myself how much you like to be used. Next time it’ll be a real show. Get it? No games, Micah.”
A wave of revulsion rose up inside me. The thought of other men besides him being down here, of being used like that, it did nothing for me. Not like what Ford had opened up. I nodded again, this time more emphatically than before. “I understand, sir.”
He smiled with his eyes, but not his lips. “Good.”
And then he was gone, back upstairs to the rest of the Mansion. The door clicked shut behind him and the deadbolt fell into place. I was alone, with just memories of him filling my mind.
My stomach was a swirl of emotions as I curled up on the couch and closed my eyes to rest. Did I really care about Ford? Or was it just the great sex? This had been absolutely nothing like what I’d expected. But hopefully, the lash marks across my ass and thighs would be enough to convince Daddy Williams that I’d learned my lesson at Ford’s hand.
But what about Ford? He’d just used me, fucked me every way I’d ever imagined. And now what? He was probably going back for the finder’s fee, so he could pay Tambor back. I never should have taken the ring.
And then, as I lay there thinking, I realized Ford had betrayed me. What had he said earlier? That he’d thought he’d lost the ring, but hadn’t bothered to look for it because I’d dropped into his lap? He’d known from the beginning that he was going to betray me. He never had any intention of getting away from me.
I ground my teeth together, suddenly seething with exhausted, impotent rage. I was going to get out of here. But not because I wanted to run away with Ford. No, I was going to play nice with Daddy so I could get to Ford before he made off with the fee.
Even with my newfound rage, though, I could hardly keep my eyes open. I began to drift off to sleep, my body more thoroughly fucked than it ever had been. I’d dress as soon as I woke. But, for now, I needed the rest.
Chapter Sixteen
Ford
I’d never needed a shower more than right after stepping out of the dungeon. What kind of place had all those sex toys and devices? Don’t get me wrong, I definitely enjoyed stretching Micah, finding interesting ways to string her up, and introducing her to new ways of enjoying sex. And, I realized, it was definitely much more than sex with her. It was . . . something else.
But, Christ, who had that kind of shit in their fucking basement? I didn’t care if this place was a whorehouse or not, it just kinda made you wonder about what kind of people frequented it.
Micah, though, and the way I’d treated her while I was down in the room? I hadn’t used the strap on her nearly as much as she’d deserved for trying to steal from me. She just hadn’t seemed like she could handle as much as I threw at her. I’d had to make it look good for Williams, though, especially if he was filming down there.
I could tell she enjoyed it by the end, though. The way she’d melted into my arms, how her eyes had looked into mine, with complete trust and understanding. Would that trust last, though? Or was it just something induced by the sex, by the chains and cuffs that forced a slave to trust her dominant partner?
One part of me screamed that I needed to just work security. Needed to take the finder’s fee and run, leaving Micah to her fate. Sure, she was a hot piece of ass, and had a great outlook on life. And, yeah, she had the stars in her eyes, and seemed beautiful both inside and out, even if she had stolen my mother’s ring. But what could I do? Sure, I’d taken Daddy’s biggest guy and torn him a new one like it was nothing. But could I take all of them? Could I get her out?
No. Probably not. I might as well sell my car for cash and go up to the nearest roulette table and bet it all on double-zero. I figured the odds would be about the same.
“Well?” Williams asked as he came down the hall. “How’s our little girly? She gonna be more amenable to doing as she’s told?”
“I think she’s beginning to understand the gravity of her situation,” I said. “Made it very clear I was going to be the most gentle of her gentlemen suitors if she didn’t straighten up. And I wasn’t gentle.”
The fat fuck laughed, his hands on his belly, his head thrown so far back I could see a gold-capped molar. “And how about you?” he asked after calming down a little bit. “You reconsidered staying on for longer than just tonight? Or you still moving on?”
“Still moving on.” I clenched my jaw a little. I really wanted away from this house, and particularly away from that basement door. I glanced around and saw all the workers still busy setting up the place for the party tonight. Briefly, I considered whether they’d heard Micah’s screams, or if the room was soundproofed. Soundproofed, I figured, since no one even gave me two looks. “Mind if we go somewhere else to talk about this, though? Somewhere more private?”
He laughed again. “Come on, hoss, you worried about the help thinking weird of you?”
I shook my head. “No. Just wanted to see if we could talk about what kind of fee we’re looking at.”
“Thought we already discussed that?”
“If I remember correctly, you said it’d be enough to cover my . . . debts, and a little extra? How much extra are we talking about? I need enough to get clear of town. This place ain’t been nothing but shit to me.”
He nodded. “Offer still stands, you know, for the security work.” He gave me a leering smile. “I’ll even throw Micah in for free. Looked like you two had some fun in there.”
I’d guessed right on the cameras.
“How about I give you enough to get Tambor permanently off your back, then I give you a healthy salary for as long as you wanna stay? And I’ll even throw a couple nights a week with Micah in for free.”