by Tia Siren
As I looked at the toys, my heart started to race. I had to stand my ground though and pretend that I wasn’t interested.
“Wow, some of them look quite nasty. I’m not sure if I would enjoy those on me, Sir,” I said. Fuck, I would love these on me.
“I’ll take it steady and see how you respond. I’ll only use the bad ones if you are naughty and need to be punished at any time,” he said.
I licked my lips and looked at the toys. Fuck, I wanted to be naughty. I wanted him to punish me and spanked my ass hard. Somehow, I wanted all of it. I couldn’t understand why.
“Take off your bathrobe and get on your knees. Get on all fours,” Charles demanded as he slipped off his bathrobe.
I slipped off my robe and did as he ordered. I got onto my hands and knees in front of the fire. The flames cast dancing shadows over my body, and as Charles looked on, I could see he was deciding which toy to use first. I watched as he reached into his case and pulled out a dog collar and chain. He moved toward me and fastened it around my neck before laying the chain down over my back. The chain felt cold against my skin.
Charles looked back into his case and took out a trusty old cat-o-nine tales sort of whip and playfully slapped his hand with it. He knelt in front of me, his cock only inches from my face. I could see it twitching as he started to become aroused.
“Play with my cock,” he ordered as he grabbed the chain leash and wrapped it around his hand.
“Whatever you wish, Sir,” I replied as I reached for his cock.
I took it and stroked it downward as if I were milking an animal. I could feel it stretch as it started to become erect. I pulled firmly and looked at the head of his cock as it wept for me. I went to tease it with the tip of my tongue, needing to taste him.
Charles yanked on the chain, and the collar bit into the flesh of my neck and made me gag for breath. “I said play, not suck,” he said.
“Sorry, Sir,” I replied as I continued to stroke him.
His veins were filling with blood as his cock got harder from my touch. My hand slowly stroked him up and down as he throbbed within my grip. I released his cock and grabbed his balls. They were hanging close to his body, and they were full. I massaged them and ran my finger between his legs toward his firm ass.
Again, Charles yanked on the chain. “No ass play,” he ordered.
I returned my focus to his cock. I stroked him faster and could feel his manhood become fully erect, his cock saluted in front of me. I wondered how it would feel when it became lodged deep inside my tight slit.
“Suck it now. No hands, just your mouth,” Charles demanded.
He knelt closer to me, and I opened my mouth. My tongue teased the slit on the head of his cock. The collar gently became tighter as Charles subconsciously pulled on the chain while his body tensed from the touch of my tongue.
I took the head of his cock into my mouth and wrapped my lips tightly around it. I rocked my head back and forth and stimulated the sensitive head as I felt myself becoming wet.
Charles moved, and suddenly there was pain in the cheek of my ass. He had brought the whip down onto my skin.
“Ouch,” I squealed as the pain shot through my body and into my ever-warming pussy.
“Suck it all,” he said as he whipped me again.
The grip of my mouth tightened around his cock as the pain fled through my body. He groaned as I sucked his shaft deep into my mouth. I slid it in all the way, and Charles raised the leash and held it high. I struggled for breath as the collar rested against my throat. The heat from his cock filled my mouth as I hung in that position for a split second before he lowered the chain, relieving the pressure from my throat.
“How does it taste?” Charles asked in his sexy tone.
“It tastes so good, Sir. Better than I would have expected,” I said.
“Now use your hands as well,” he ordered.
I frantically grabbed his cock. I wanted to fuck him with my hand, but instead I took his cock deep into my mouth. My hand stroked his cock back and forth as I sucked on his sensitive head. Charles lashed me on my backside as I slid my mouth down the length of his shaft. The head of his cock was at the back of my throat as I grabbed and caressed his large balls.
“Stop.” He tugged the leash. I removed his cock from my mouth and waited. Charles moved behind me and caressed my ass before running his hands up and down my spine. My body melted easily at his touch, and he tugged on the leash so that my body jolted to a rigid position again.
I watched as Charles passed the leash under my body and between my legs. He gently pulled, and I felt the coldness of the chain as the links parted the lips of my pussy.
“Oh, my. Never, never have I—”
Charles brought the whip down harshly on my ass.
“Hush!”
My body tense as he again pulled the chain and my pussy lips parted, my clitoris flicked by each chain links as they passed by my wetness. I gritted my teeth as Charles pulled on the leash, the chain tight against my pussy as he reached with his hand and rubbed the chain against my clit. My body sagged, and he slide his finger into me, my pussy filled with fire from his touch.
Next, he passed the chain back over my body, and he removed his hands from my skin. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him. He had wrapped the chain around the base of his cock and fastened it. I had no idea what would happen with that, but I could see his cock had grown in size and had filled with more blood.
Charles returned his finger to my pussy. He parted my lips and slid it inside, thrusting it deep into me. I bowed my head, and my blond hair fell to the floor. My breath became deeper as my pussy felt like it was full of flames. My clitoris tingled and my stomach tensed.
He slid a second finger into my wet pussy.
I rocked my hips to push my pussy harder onto Charles’s hand and felt the whip as it careened over the flesh of my back. My body tensed. Charles groaned as the leash tugged on his cock.
My mind flashed back to the ocean, where Charles had fingered me and made me come twice. My pussy had throbbed and released my juices onto his fingers twice in succession, and I wondered if that was his plan now.
I lowered myself onto my forearms as Charles groaned. He removed his fingers and knelt closer to me. The head of his cock rubbed along my slit. It parted my lips as he rubbed it over my clit. My whole body shook with need.
Charles slowly slid his cock inside me, and I gasped. He stopped as he adjusted the chain. He pushed his hips forward and stretched me open wide, his dick much bigger than anything I was used to.
“How does that feel?” Charles asked as he held my hips and forced his cock forward.
“So fucking good, Sir,” I breathed out in a moan, feeling like a naughty slut.
Charles started to thrust his hips back and forth slowly, my pussy rubbed and teased by the chain with each stroke. He groaned with pleasure as his hips rocked backward and the chain tightened its grip around the base of his cock. It made the collar tighter as it pulled at my throat at the same time.
We had a sharing of pain and pleasure at the same time. Charles thrust forward, and my pussy was set on fire from the stimulation from the chain. Then when he rocked his hips back, the leash tightened its grip on his cock and my pussy.
I felt like we were good cop bad cop, but in an explicit, sexual scenario. It felt too fucking good to do anything but dive into the depravity of it.
We groaned in unison as our bodies filled with fire, yet I knew Charles was still in control. It was his body that pulled the leash tighter around my throat as he thrust his hips back and forth into my pussy.
The sound of our bodies slapping together as we fucked turned me on. My ass slapped against his thighs with each thrust of his huge cock. It was erotic as my pussy stretched to the limit each time his cock filled me and the chain spread my lips.
I moaned in ecstasy and wriggled my hips, and winced in pain as Charles lashed me with his whip. He wanted me to feel the power of his fuckin
g, but he did not want me to fully interact. It was his control that allowed me to feel as much as he wanted, and my body would respond to his control. The whip crashed against my shoulders, and felt the sting of each strand as it left my body. With each stroke of the whip, his cock re-entered my pussy. I had no sense of pain or pleasure; they had become combined, and I realized now that with that pain, you could receive much pleasure.
My mind wandered to my fantasy. Is this really how I imagined it? Goodness me, a dark sexual beast controlling my every emotion. I had always been in control and tried to take control of Charles, but he had always been one step in front and had cut me off before I could make any progress.
Charles thrust his hips faster and faster; my pussy stretched completely. My juices flowed freely, splashing over his shaft and dripping down his balls. A fire built up against my clit, edging me toward another crescendo.
My body ached. I wanted to use my hands and just touch Charles, to feel him, and yet I had no control. Unforgivingly, he rammed his cock deeper into me, and I heard the chain as it rubbed.
I felt the bulge of Charles’s hot cock, his heat spreading and combining with the heat from my pussy. It was perfect as my muscles gripped him tightly and he pummeled my channel. My body grew numb from the millions of tiny shockwaves that were released from my core. They fled to my stock and flowed all over my body.
My legs and arms started to shake. My explosion was about to take over my body. I sensed Charles was also close. He had tightened his grip on my waist, and he thrust his cock harder and faster, and I could feel his body tighten. I was so horny as his hot breath hit my skin when he hunched over me.
Charles let out a groan, and his body let go of his seed. I felt his cum shooting from his cock and fill my wanting pussy. Then my body also let go. I trembled and quivered, and my pussy exploded with a burst of fire. A warmth washed over my body as it accepted and was pleasured by Charles, the man of my imagined fantasy now come to life.
Chapter 10
Charles
I had woken up early and decided to sit on the patio and watch the sun rise while I downed a nice cup of Jamaican coffee. I saw the first rays of the sun as they peaked over the horizon and cast their glow over the tops of the waves; tiny reflections danced as the waves bobbed in the distance.
I thought back to the previous night and how Elizabeth had embraced her role. She had tried to take control, but I had sensed this and knocked her down a peg or two. It was a beautiful thing to see her come to realize who was in charge and that it wasn’t her.
She would become addicted soon. They all did. I would have her eating out of my hand, and she wouldn’t just be begging for one last fuck; she would be on her knees begging for it. I called Jonathan regarding the work matter, and he informed me that they had been delayed and wouldn’t be able to arrive back as scheduled.
“So, how was the meeting?” I asked.
“You know what these fucking lawyers are like. They watch the TV and try to come across with the same attitude,” he said. “This shit isn’t scripted, so when they come in with the bravado and all that bullshit, they get confused.”
“Tell me about it. It was a good thing it was you and me who wrote the fucking script and that we keep re-writing the script. so we know what’s coming next.”
Jonathan filled me in, and then he asked, “So, how was Elizabeth?”
“She was perfect. She did everything I said and more. She’s much more mature than she looks, and I think that’s some of the appeal. She did try to come across as a tough cookie, but she crumbled once I started with her,” I replied with a huge grin on my face.
“Glad to hear it. At least that fucker Kent got something right for once,” Jonathan said with a laugh.
“At least it gets the weekend off to a good start, that’s for sure. Hmm, now I know which direction I can take her,” I said.
“Well, I better get going. They will be waiting in the office for me, and I don’t want to miss a thing,” Jonathan said. Then he hung up the phone.
I heard a noise behind me and turned my head. Elizabeth walked down the stairs. I stood and left the patio and met her in the lounge.
“Come with me,” I said as I led her into the kitchen. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“What do you have, Sir?” She glowed in the morning sun.
I opened the fridge and stood to the side. “We have…absolutely everything,” I said with a chuckle as I waved my hand over the contents of the fridge.
“You decide. Surprise me!” She sat at the dining table and plopped her head in her hands.
“You need some energy. We are off for a hike around the island later,” I said.
Once it was prepared, I watched Elizabeth as she dug into her breakfast. She had worked up quite an appetite last night in front of the fire with me. I couldn’t help but think about how cute she actually was. She seemed like much more than a plaything, but I didn’t want to go down that avenue. Fuck, she was only here for short-term gratification.
Elizabeth finished her breakfast. “What now, Sir?” she asked as she wiped her mouth with her napkin.
“Time for you to get dressed,” I replied.
“What are you talking about? I have nothing suitable to dress in!” she said in a shitty tone.
“My Elizabeth, have you no idea? Come with me,” I commanded.
I led her back to the room where she’d slept. It was located next to mine, yet she wouldn’t sleep with me. I found the whole sleeping together and cuddling after fucking too personal. I just wanted to do my thing and get in and get out as quickly as possible. The romantic side of a relationship held no interest for me at all.
I opened the room and led her to the closet. There were more clothes than she could have probably imagined, but from what I had learned, she had a big imagination when it came to shopping. This selection was large enough.
“Wow, Sir, this is quite a range of clothes. They’re all my size. How did you know? No, don’t tell me; you did your homework. You paid attention, didn’t you?” she asked with a smile on her pretty mouth.
“Maybe, and don’t get too fucking smart-mouthed kitten,” I replied in a firm tone.
“Sorry, Sir. I didn’t realize. I was just blown away.” She walked over and looked at the clothes.
I had paid attention to her when I had opened the closet. By the expression that had been on her face, she was blown away. One good turn deserves another.
“Get dressed while I watch,” I ordered her.
I watched as she slowly slipped off her robe and faced me. Her large breasts enticed me. I watched as she stood naked in the closet and decided what to wear. She ran her hands over her curvaceous body. Fuck, she’s mocking me. I sensed it. She was seizing her opportunity to try to take control of the situation.
Elizabeth picked some black panties and a matching bra, followed by a short blue miniskirt and a white blouse. She walked toward the bed and laid them beside me. I glanced at her as she picked up the panties and stared into my eyes. Then she slowly started to slip her feet into the panties. I had started to become aroused. It was like a reverse strip tease, and it turned me on immensely.
“Stop!” I commanded.
“What? You don’t like them, Sir?” she replied with sexy pink lips.
“Yes. I just had a better idea,” I said. “Get on the bed and finger yourself on all fours.”
The was a twinkle in Elizabeth’s eyes. She had obviously thought something would happen, yet she was probably expecting a fucking, and unfortunately for her, that wasn’t going to happen. This session, like all the others, was for my gratification only. If she came, it was because I wanted her to.
I stood up and watched as Elizabeth climbed onto the bed. I could see her pussy mound between her legs as she crawled. It was obvious she had already started to get wet, as I could smell her pussy. Fuck, it’s heavenly.
Elizabeth rested on her forearm and reached back with her hand. She spread her young pussy
lips and started to stimulate her clit. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the bed. I watched as her finger flicked wildly over her clit while she gripped the bedsheet and groaned.
My cock became erect under my robe, but I didn’t want Elizabeth to see it yet. I placed my hands in my robe pockets and grabbed my cock through the fabric. I slowly started to stroke my cock as I intently watched her arouse herself.
“Put your fingers in,” I commanded as I continued to masturbate through the bathrobe.
Elizabeth opened her eyes and stared at me as she spread her pussy wider and slid her middle finger into it.
“Ah, oh, Sir, this feels so wet. It’s so hot, Charles, just for you,” she said. She was a little bitch, trying to entice me like that.
I stood my ground and showed no sign I had listened to her, but I’d heard every word. My cock throbbed, and I could feel that I was fully erect. I slowed the strokes along my cock so I could control everything and not get lost in the feeling of coming while watching Elizabeth's show.
“Ooh, Sir, don’t you want a piece of this fine pussy I have made wet for you?” she retorted.
“Shh!” I demanded.
“Yes, Sir.”
I didn’t want her to see that I was, in fact, yearning for her body. Fuck, I was hard, and my cock was aching for her touch. I kept my poker face and walked to the side of the bed. She had taken a belt out of the closet, so I had a plan. I slipped off my robe and let it fall to the floor. I watched Elizabeth as her eyes fell on my hard cock. She immediately mentally fucked me in about two seconds.
“I want to fuck your mouth, Elizabeth,” I said. “Come here and suck it good.”
I reached for the leather belt and held the buckle in my hand. I hit the bed a couple of times to gauge how hard it would be against her white skin when I slapped her.
“A spanking? Have I been a naughty girl, Sir?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes showing just how badly she wanted a little bit of pain mixed with her pleasure.
“It’s just in case you are. Now, no more talking. Start sucking,” I ordered. “Only your mouth so you can continue to fuck yourself.”