by Holly Carter
“You will not orgasm unless I tell you. If you do, there will be punishment for going against my orders.” I say, continuing to tease her.
I push a finger inside and start to move it in and out. I wait a few moments before adding a second and then eventually a third. I whisper encouraging words to her, but know she is losing the battle. I feel her tremors and shudders as her orgasm starts to really build. I smack her ass hard with my free hand which forces my fingers in deeper. I hear her moans against the ball and I can’t help but spank her ass again. Natasha squirms against the restraints and once again, my hand makes contact with her ass. A reddened mark starts to appear on her flesh.
“Good girl.” I reward. “Just a little longer.”
Pulling my fingers out, I reached into my pocket and retrieve the long, sleek vibrator. I rub it against her, lathering it in her juices before slowly pushing it inside. I hear a barely audible gasp. I let that one slide. With two clicks the vibrator turns on at a medium tempo. I push it in further and adjust the speed once again to a high speed. Natasha jerks forward at the sensation. I twirl the flogger in my hand before it flicks against her cheek. I do this several time in a pattern, twice on each side. The marks from the pleated suede flogger appear on her skin in no time. I run my hand down her ass to feel the heat and sooth it. I start the pattern again but add a heavier hand. She moans and squirms which earns her one hard thud. She instantly stops.
I place the flogger in my pocket, and run both my hands up and down her ass soothing the sting. The marks are beautiful against her skin and I dare say, she will have a sore ass tomorrow. I squeeze her cheeks hard in one hand, and using the other I manipulate the vibrator. Slowly, I move my hand on her backside up her back to her shoulders. I use the other hand to slowly work the vibrator in and out of her soaked core over and over.
“Turn your head.” I command as I push the vibrator deeper into her.
When she turns her head, I see the pool of moisture around the ball gag.
“You’re beautiful.”
She is beautiful. I love her like this. Where she is totally in my control and she trusts me with her body. I rub her shoulders a little more before I reach around massage her breast in my hand. Her body is trembling. I knew she was struggling to keep her orgasm at bay. Sweat glistened over her skin. This was one of the things that made Natasha so valuable. She fought and fought hard to follow my orders. I kiss her between her shoulders as I pinch her nipple between my fingers. She stiffens and curses through the gag, which bring a pleasant smile to my face.
I abandon Natasha’s nipple after I give it one long tug. I reach around and retrieve the flogger out of my pocked again. I whipped the flogger across her ass without warning. The sound of it hitting her skin echoed off the walls. I swing the flogger back, then forward effectively making contact with her over and over. It was a sound that immediately had me hard as a fucking rock. I continued to hit her over and over again in various spots on her ass and thighs. When she lifts her head, it is a silent signal that she was reaching her limit.
I immediately drop the flogger.
“Ssshhh, good girl.” I say as I kiss her back and rub her heated skin.
Still kissing her skin, I undo my pants and shuffle out of them. My rock hard cock, glistens at the tip with impatience. I yank the vibrator out and slamming into her in one swift motion. I wasn’t gentle. I was rough and it was exactly what I needed. Each time my hips met her reddened ass harder and harder. I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock with each hard thrust. I knew she was close to losing her ability to hold off her orgasm any longer. Lucky for her, I was about to lose mine. I picked up the pace more. I wanted to push her further.
One hand gripping her hip, and with the other I undo her gag. A breathy gasp echoes off the walls followed by her sweet moans.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask, as I slow my strokes suddenly.
“Ah, you.” she pants.
“Who?” I slam into her, demanding that she answer me properly.
“You, Master.” She cries out in pleasure.
This was exactly what I needed to hear. She was my submissive and I was her Master. With the way the week had gone and the way I was feeling, this was just what I needed to take the edge off of my frustration. I thread my fingers though her hair with my free hand and grip her hip hard, with my resting one. Natasha’s muscles clench hard around me, and I know she has earned her due…
“You…may…come.” I grunted between each hardening thrust.
It didn’t take her long after the command for her muscles to clamp down tight around my cock in an intense orgasm. I listen as she moans and gasps her release as utter pleasure overtakes her body. I let go and grunt my satisfaction seconds later. She continued to milk me with her muscles until there was nothing left to pour into her. I collapsed down on her back breathing just as hard as when I had nothing left to give.
“You did very well. Are you okay?” I kiss and whisper as I try to catch my breath.
“Yes, Master.” She confirms with a nod.
I continue to kiss her back and slide my hands up and down her back until both of us have caught our breath. I feel her relax against my skin, our sweat coming together.
“Shower?” I say, licking the salty sweat from her skin.
“Mmmmm.”
I had a feeling tonight was completely over… and that in itself, was more satisfying.
Chapter Five
The next day things at the office are hectic. Arrow and Sailor both called several times about a property they wanted me to look at and possibly place an offer on. I turned them down because right now, I wasn’t in the mood to be looking at real estate. Overnight something had changed between Natasha and I. She was quiet almost, avoiding me. I had a brief thought that it might have had something to do with the fact I didn’t answer her when she told me she loved me last night. I normally tell her I love her too, but last night, the way she said it was different, it was almost like she meant it in a deeper, and more connected way. For some reason, I couldn’t get the words out.
It was like I had choked.
Like what I felt for her, wasn’t enough.
She deserved more.
She deserved love because I couldn’t love her like she needed anymore.
I sat in my office chair staring out the window. The rain was heavy and the weather was cold. The fire place was stacked and the smell of fresh burned wood fill the air. I needed to get so much done but I couldn’t concentrate on a fucking thing. Between Natasha and America, I was losing my mind. America had begged me to help her, and by help her she wanted me to flog her until she broke down into a blubbering mess that only I would be able to clean up. In a way, I wanted to do it. I wanted to make America beg and plead with me to stop while wanting more. I wanted the challenge in her. I wanted a challenge all together…
I lean back in my chair and look to the roof. Bringing my hands up to my head I run them through my hair before raking them down my face. When my hands clear my eyes I see Natasha entering the room. Her soft voice was making the vision more and more prominent in my head.
“Master, do you need anything?” her voice is soft and sweet.
I watch her closely as she slowly and seductively walks to the old style desk and runs her hand over the wood. Her fingers slide against the grain in a slow manner, her eyes lock with mine. I smile as I stand from my desk. Walking slowly to the door, I take in her attire. She is wearing a red and black corset, which pushed her breasts up and out. She has a short black skirt and knee high stockings on, with no shoes. It was one of the looks that I hardly saw anymore. Something was definitely going on, but right now, I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to devour her. I walk past her, mindful to brush against her on the way to the main door. I shut the door, and pause before turning to take her in again. No longer with the smile on my face, I stared at her letting her know my intent.
“I do need something. You may be able to assist.” I nod at the desk
.
Within seconds I stood in front of her and cupped her neck in my hands, putting just enough pressure for her to tip her head back. I bite the pulse point where her neck meets her shoulder and listen for the gasp. The harder I bite the more it becomes a moan. I left her flesh go and admire the purple mark I have left her with. She tilts her head forward, and stands up on her toes so her lips can meet mine. I lean in to kiss her, but at the last minute I turn her to face the desk. The sound of her hand hitting the hard wood rattles throughout the room.
I reach around and pull down her corset causing her breasts to pop free from the bindings. I take her hardened nipples in between my fingers and roll before pinching and pulling. She lets out a frazzled moan. I don’t tease for long; instead I move my hand down her stomach and under her skirt. I feel her wetness instantly from her absent panties. The feeling of her wetness against my hand is exhilarating and wanting. I pinch her thigh and she opens her legs for me, I cup her and began to work her clit with the heel of my hand until she is bucking and moaning against my hand.
“You’re so wet.” I growl.
“Fuck me.” she begs as her hips continue to move. “I want you inside me, owning me.”
“I do own you.”
I plunge my fingers into her, sending shocking shivers all over her body. I began a constant rhythm, in and out, in and out until I have her panting with want for more. I know her body and the noises she makes so fucking well. I feel those delicious clenches around my finger and I stop instantly. She curses and pleads with me for more. I craved this kind of control. I need it. It was who I was. I remove my fingers from her dripping core and she whimpers in protest, but I say nothing.
Spinning her around, I lift her up and place her on the desk so her bare ass was touching it. I step back and with my eyes on hers, I slowly undo each button on my crisp white shirt. I don’t take my shirt off but I leave it open baring my chest. Her eyes drop to my naked chest for a second and when her eyes catch mine again, her pupils are wide. I continue to stare at her while I undo my pant button and zipper. My cock becomes free and I palm it, stroking ever so fucking slowly.
“Don’t you want a hand?” she purrs. A cheeky as fuck smile upon her face.
Shaking my head, I nestle between her thighs. I’m inside her before either of us could blink. My head falls back instantly, and painful bites and kisses showered my neck and collar from soft lips. I notice my gentle rhythm becomes urgent, and grunts could be heard over the rain hitting the roof harder.
“Oh god, Hunter.” she moaned.
“Fuck.” I hiss, before taking her mouth with mine.
We were both covered in sweat which made our naked bodies slide against each other with ease. The sexual tension was thick, and I needed this so fucking bad. Her muscles start to clench, and my orgasm was coming back and fucking fast. I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer, and I’d be fucked if I was going to come before her.
“I’m going to come,” Natasha whimpered.
“Come for me.” I commanded instantly.
As those words came out of my mouth……. My orgasm struck, with her nails raking down my back, her cries and my moans filled the air. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I bent down and took her nipple between my teeth. She moans and tries to move away but I pull her back against my cock again and again. I was getting closer to another load and picked up the speed again.
“I need to come again.” she says, digging her nails harder into my skin.
“Wait.”
“I can’t.” she bares down on my cock hard.
When she lets out a loud moan, I slide my hands under her ass and pinch. She cried out in pleasure and once again the muscles tighten followed by a loud moan and curses. I follow right behind her with my own roar of pleasure.
We stay connected for several minutes, neither of us saying anything. I rest my head on her breasts and close my eyes. I listen to her heart beating in a steady even pace.
“Hunter?”
I raise my head and look into her beautiful eyes.
“I love you.” she says, softly.
I have no fucking idea what to say. So I pull out of her and start to correct my clothing. I smile at Natasha as she stands up and starts to correct herself too. I ran my hands through my hair and take a deep breath. The love I feel for her is definitely different. She loves me as Hunter, I love her as my submissive and friend. She wants to get married and have children; I can’t give her those things. It would make me lose who I was inside.
“Natasha, I love you too.” I say, turning and grabbing her by the shoulders.
She smiles and opens her mouth to speak put I shake my head silencing her.
“You deserve better. You deserve more.”
Her smile fades…
“I love you as my submissive. I am not a lovable man, Natasha. I am a man who gets off on control and dominating. You get off on getting me off, which is excellent and needed. But you have dreams. You have wants.” I watch her as the words start to hit home.
“Hunter, no…” once again, I silence her.
“I can’t give you any more than what I am now. You, need to experience another life. Make someone a happy man by becoming his wife and bearing his children.” I run my hands down her arms and take her hands in mine. “I release you.”
“No, no, no…” she pulls her hands. “Please, Hunter…”
“Natasha…” I warn.
“Please.”
I pull her into my arms and hold her tight. I feel her tears through my shirt and a part of me dies a little. Maybe I didn’t know what I was saying. Maybe I could give up my life for her. But would I be the same man? Would I really be able to fulfill her needs and still fulfill mine? Could I give it all to her and still be faithful? All these things I didn’t know, but something told me to think seriously because I never wanted to be alone.
Epilogue
Six months later….
I walk through the old church with Barry the builder. He knows I want the fucking job finished yesterday but the bastard keeps fucking with me. I wipe my hands down my face as Barry goes over once a fucking gain what he thinks I want done.
“So the bar will go up against that wall while the dance floor will go over there.” He points to the far wall.
“I want the bar up against the back wall, and the dance floor over here.” I point to the left to indicate where I want the dance floor.
“But, you can’t…” I shut him the fuck up when I grab the plans out of his hands.
“I can do whatever the fuck I like. You either do as I say, or you fuck right off and I will get someone else in here that will listen to what I fucking want.” I slam the plans onto the table and pick up my glass of aged scotch.
The sound of hammering and loud obnoxious voices fill the air and it pisses me the fuck off. I feel myself losing control. I need a fucking release and I need it soon. I think about calling America and getting that fucking bitch over here, but the last time she was in my bed… was the last fucking time. After Natasha things had gotten hard. I felt like I had let the one person who could truly love me go and I wasn’t sure If I would ever get that back. Arrow strolls through the construction space and whistles to himself. He makes his way over to me and picks the plans up off the table.
“Hey Hunter, I was thinking…” Arrow holds the plans in front of me and points to the bar. “We could put the dance floor there and the bar over in that corner.”
I lose my fucking shit and snatch the plans out of his hands too. I hear Barry laugh and I turn and shoot him a look that shut him the fuck up quick smart.
“When you pay your five million share Arrow, then you can help plan things. Until then, shut the fuck up and fill up my glass.” I hand him my empty glass and he takes it.
He curses at me as he walks away. I give the plans back to Barry and he wonders over to his work crew to explain the way the design will be finished. They look to me then to the plans and I know they aren’t fucking happy ab
out the change. If they would have listened to me in the first place they wouldn’t have had so many problems. This is why I need control… why I need to have everything in my capable hands. I need people to trust me, and turn to me when I know what is fucking best.
Arrow wanders back and hands me my now full glass. He raises one of his own and we clink them together before raising the glasses to our lips. America walks across the floor and everyone’s eyes are suddenly on her. Her blonde hair flows, her long legs carry her with confidence. Arrow nudges me and before he can say something smart I tell him to back the fuck off. Her sleek black dress hugs her curves and for a moment, I think about taking her upstairs and flogging her stupid.
“Morning.” she says, placing her hands on her hips.
“Morning.” Arrow and I say in turn.
“You didn’t call me back, Hunter. Are you ignoring me?” America grabs the glass out of my hand and takes a long sip.
“Don’t ask a question you don’t want the answer to.” I snap back as I snatch the glass from her.
“Meh.” She shrugs and looks at Arrow. He stands there for a few moments before America indicates with a head tilt for him to piss off.
He hands her his glass, taps me on the back and walks across the floor. We both stand and watch him leave before we both turn to face each other.
“What do you want?” I ask, crossing my arms and standing tall.
“I have something to tell you, thought you might like to hear the latest.” America says, coming to stand beside me.
“Oh yeah, what?” This woman was always great for gossip if not anything else.
“Simon is back in town.”
I turn instantly and open my mouth to speak, but at the same time my cell vibrates in my pocket. Simon had left town shortly after our run in at the club so I had found out. Why the fuck was he back? I growl as I pull it out and see Sailor’s name flashing on the screen. I don’t want America to go anywhere so I tell her to wait while I take the call.