by Linnea May
"Good girl."
The words shower me with intimate warmth and help me deal with the hot pain that stings through my ass when he slowly pushes his hips forward, spreading me with his length inch by inch. I begin panting, croaking and whimpering as I process the pain as he breeches the rings of muscle.
"Holy shit!" I exclaim, my fists clutching the bed sheet.
It's not like me to go ballistic like this, and he knows it. I can hear him chuckling behind me, but he continues to push forward, finally sending me over that sweet spot where pure agony turns into sheer hot bliss.
I melt under him, hollowing my back as I feel his pelvis pushing against my ass, the skin still sore from the spanking I took earlier.
"I'm very proud of you, doll," he whispers, leaning forward and grabbing my hips. "You're taking your master's cock like a good girl."
Every time he calls me that, I can feel a mixture of warm intimacy and hot desire flushing through my body. It's reassuring and arousing at the same time, validating my wish to be exactly where I am. With him.
A deep groan escapes me when he begins thrusting back and forth, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to his size, before his motions turn into proper fucking, the violent intensity equal to the way he fucks my pussy.
His deep shoves shake my entire body, stretching my insides with heated need, only the sound of his balls smashing against my bruised ass and our frantic heavy panting filling the room. He takes me in the only way he knows how – and the only way I know to enjoy.
I'm close to coming already, something that fills me with wonder and a fervent craving for release.
"Touch yourself!" he commands from behind me. "Make yourself come on my cock, doll."
My hand blindly wanders between my legs, finding my dripping center and my throbbing clit. A flash of ecstasy sweeps through me at the slightest touch, when I begin to massage my swollen nub. My orgasm approaches in strong and steady waves, a warning of the rapture about to come over me.
I moan deliriously, my eyes rolling back into my head, as I can no longer postpone my climax. The world goes dark around me and patches of light blind me, as an unmatched elation takes a hold of me, numbing my mind and inciting my core. He joins me almost instantly, his hands digging deep into my flesh as he finds his release inside me, flooding me with his seed. Our cries fill the room in unison, unable to convey the magnitude of our unbridled passion and sated bliss.
Chapter 36
Laura
I awake from a deep slumber, my limbs too heavy to move and my entire body sore. The room is dark, darker than it has ever been. I blink once, twice, affirming that my eyes aren't merely too weak to perceive the room around me, but the light has indeed been turned down. It's not pitch dark, the ceiling light still provides a minimum amount of illumination, but it's dark enough for me to feel a sense of fear.
He has never turned the lighting down before. Never.
Did he do it for my sake? So I could get a good rest?
I lazily turn over, checking the other side of the bed. It's empty, and it doesn't look like that's just a recent development. He hasn't slept next to me this time. I'm alone.
I wish I knew what time it is, how much time we have left, how much more I can expect. The windows are still shielded with shutters from the outside. The darkness inside the room doesn't tell me anything about the time of day.
It was easier last time. I didn't really have a sense of time back then either, but at least I knew exactly when we had started, and I knew when night descended and the next day dawned based on the meals he served.
Things have been different this time. We didn't have a set starting time, and I had nothing but a vague knowledge of arriving here, based on the time our flight landed. I was hurt when he made me wear a blindfold once we got inside his limousine. He may want my body, but he still doesn't trust me.
I was allowed to send one last text to Layla, who wanted to know if I was okay. We didn't have a chance to speak in person because everything happened so fast, and because she was at work when I left, I had no choice but to leave her a quick note on the kitchen table. Given how I've been rather down lately and she knew about my break-up with Steven, I can see why she'd worry about me. Luckily, she also understands that I may need a few days away to cope with things. Just a little getaway to clear my head.
I let out a cynical chuckle.
That isn‘t what this is at all, quite the contrary.
I stretch out in bed for a few more minutes, unsure what else to do. My body is exhausted from last night, or a few hours ago, or whenever it was that all these things happened. I have no idea how long I slept. It could have been three hours, or five, or eight. I feel stupid for not having a better sense of time, but there's nothing I can do about it.
I'm just about to doze off again, when I hear the door open and his heavy, hurried steps approaching the bed. My eyes are barely open when he casts the blanket aside, exposing my naked body in the darkened room. I look up at him, seeking his eyes, but it's too dark and he's moving too fast for me to collect my bearings. He rolls me over onto my back, pushing my arms down with such force that it hurts. My mind is still too foggy to realize what is going on, before he's on top of me. He's naked and hard. His erection is pushing against my belly as he leans over to kiss me. Our kiss is breathless, hungry. He's panting with need, rubbing his cock against my middle while his tongue entwines with mine. His arousal is contagious, and I'm drawn into it, into him, unable to resist with my mind still half asleep.
"I need you," he breathes into my ear, panting with want. "I need you, doll."
His words trickle through my core, kindling my desire for him. I part my legs, arching my back under the weight of his body and pressing myself up against his broad chest. He breaks our kiss, but his lips never leave my body, instead covering me in kisses and sensuous bites as he travels down to my tits. He keeps pushing my arms back into the pillows, leaving me unable to fight off his harsh treatment of my tender nipples when he wraps his mouth around them, biting and sucking with such viciousness that I cry out in pain.
"Sorry, doll, this one's for me," he hisses, ramming his enormous cock inside of me with one vile push without warning.
I groan in agony and pleasure as he spreads my sore pussy, my channel pulsating around his length as he begins fucking me with untamed thrusts. He's groaning and breathing deliriously. He continues to immobilize me by pushing my arms down above my head, still shoving his cock inside of me with ravenous hunger.
I'm torn between pain and lust more than ever. My body is tired and sore from everything he's done to me so far, and my mind still hasn't realized that we're back at it again. I don't feel fully conscious – I’m at his mercy, helpless and small – and so aroused that I lack any shame at the slick sounds coming from my core as he pounds into me again and again. He's taking what he needs from me, and I'm the only one who's able to give it to him. That thought turns me on so much that I can't help but feel my impending release building every time he slams into me.
He said this one is for him, but I'm beginning to doubt I will get through this without having an orgasm. Waves of growing pleasure are washing over my entire body, leaving me helpless against the raging fire burning inside me.
I'm almost there, almost, when I feel him tensing up above me, then coating my walls with his hot come as he finds his release deep inside me. I gasp out in surprise, unwilling to believe that it should stop now. Now that I'm so close to coming myself.
But it does.
He groans and collapses on top of me, his breath still frantic but soon calming down as he floats through his post-orgasmic clouds. I still lay beneath him, still shivering with unfulfilled lust and an unsatisfied craving.
"Master," I breathe. "I didn't-"
I'm interrupted when he abruptly gets up from the bed, retreating suddenly, something he’s never once done before. He leaves me feeling empty and hungry for more, my eyes barely able to make out the outline of h
is perfectly sculpted body as he rushes out of the room.
Chapter 37
Ryan
I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have come to her like that, I shouldn't have fucked her like that, and I sure as hell shouldn't have left her alone like this.
But I couldn't help it. I'm running, fleeing from one side of my world to the other, trying to cope with either one and failing hard at both.
Laura has been with me for more than a day now. The 24-hour window I usually set for dates like this closed a few hours ago, and I have no intention of letting her go. I wasn't ready to let her go last time, but I still did it. I set her free when the time came, I said goodbye to her, and I stayed out of her life afterward. I did everything according to plan, I followed my self-imposed rules. I was as strict as I've always been.
And it still didn't work.
What's the point in following all those fucking rules if I'm still left feeling the way I do now? What's the point if my addiction ends up winning out anyway? Why do I even try?
I've been at this point before. I lost my mind about another girl during a time of my life when I couldn't afford to. I've known that sex is my addiction from a very young age. I was sixteen when I began my quest of trying to satisfy those urges, always excusing myself by believing that all male teenagers are like that. Boys that age are known to have nothing else on their mind, it's normal, it's healthy, it's expected. But not only did I never grow out of it, my cravings only grew with every year that passed, with every girl I had, no matter how many there were. I'm not proud of the person I used to be back then, breaking hearts left and right, taking advantage of the fact that my physique made me attractive to them.
I had a new girl at least every week, and I never cared to see any of them more than once or twice.
Until I met her.
Looking back now, I can't even say what it was that attracted me to Sandria. I‘ve pushed so vigorously to get her out of my mind that it's even hard to remember her face anymore. All I know is that she had the same long, brown curls that my doll has. And she was tall, too. I never thought I had a certain type, but if I do, this seems to be it.
Sandria was the first one who made me yearn for exclusivity – and the first victim of my overbearing obsession. It started out like every other fuck, a wild night filled with feverish passion, and then another one, and another one. I lost interest in any other girl. All I wanted was her. No problem there, right?
The problem was, I lost interest in everything else, as well. I was about to graduate college, but instead of preparing for my final exams, I rolled around in bed with Sandria all day and night. It consumed my life and hers. I stopped her from going anywhere, and when she began to protest, I locked her in. I've always needed to take charge, to control everything about the woman I'm with. But with Sandria, things out of hand – and they ended with me in handcuffs, and her completely repulsed by me.
It took a lot to dig myself out of the hole I had dug for myself, a lot of time and effort to resolve the problems caused by my behavior, my addiction with sex.
Once I had my life back on track, I tried everything I could think of to cope with the recurring cravings that almost destroyed my life. Everything. Even therapy.
It was then that Onyx Corporation was born. I had to channel my energy into something else, something big. I poured everything I had into that business, proving to myself that there were other things in life that deserved my full attention.
It worked out well for me, more than well actually. But it didn't kill my desire to own and fuck women in the same overpowering and domineering way that I always had. I was celibate for months, careful not to let my cravings take over my life again.
When I finally allowed myself to get back out there, I was quickly reminded of my obsessive nature. I hooked up with one girl, and then another one, and another one after that, all three of them within the same week. Each one left me unfulfilled and hungry for more. Regular dating was out of the question for me if I ever wanted to at least come close to satisfying my cravings without the risk of losing my head again.
That's when I came up with my system of only having sex once a year, and that was with someone who I had paid, a handpicked woman who knew what she was getting into. No dating. No feelings and no wasting time on anything but fulfilling my needs.
I never should have stepped out of line. I never should have dragged Laura into this, no matter how much I wanted her.
It's too late now. She's here, she's mine - and I have no intention of letting her go this time. The thought of sending her back out there is killing me. I can't let her leave and go through this agony again. All I can think of is her. Everything I have to deal with is secondary to being with her.
That's why I've been ignoring my calls and e-mails. I know Lemon has tried to reach me several times over the last two days. He doesn't know what I'm up to. I could have told him that I'd be out of the picture for a day or two because it's time for my annual retreat. I know he wouldn't have liked it one bit, and he would have protested and argued about it, trying to make me postpone this until after our acquisition was done. Or he would let me have my way, gnashing his teeth but compliant, the same as always.
I will never know.
He doesn't know about this house, no one does but my driver and my housekeeper. It's a secluded little mansion that serves as my own getaway, and not only for the times when I'm with another toy. I find solace in the serenity surrounding this property. I feel safe here, safe and sane, far away from everything else. Neither my driver nor my housekeeper suspect anything yet, as far as I know. My driver brought us here and I haven't summoned him since. He's the only person I really need to worry about because he's expecting my call to take Laura back home. But I'm not thinking about him right now.
I'm not thinking about anything or anyone but her.
I fled to the shower after leaving her room. Hot water is washing over me as I close my eyes, leaning my back against the tiles of my upstairs shower.
Laura. My doll.
I don't know what to do with her. I don't know what to do with myself. Impending doom is casting its horrid shadow over everything between us.
She may not have realized it yet, but she will at some point. She has no sense of time as long as she's inside that room, so I may be able to fool her into believing that we're still within our 24-hour frame for a while longer.
But it won't work forever. She will figure it out. She will realize what I'm doing, and then she'll hate me just as Sandria did back then.
And maybe that's my only way out of this.
I'm pushing the thought aside. Just like I've been pushing Lemon aside for the past two days. Lemon and his calls and texts, our acquisition, the meeting that had to be postponed because I wasn't available. None of it can make it through the wall that shields my mind from the rest of the world.
All that matters is the beautiful girl downstairs. The girl who's robbed me off my sanity with such ferocity that I couldn't even face her when I dashed into her room and attacked her like an animal.
I shouldn't treat her like that. Back in the far corners of my mind, I'm aware of that. I'm also aware of the fact that she was enjoying herself when I ravaged her sore little body. And I'm aware that I left her unsatisfied and confused. Instead, I fled from the room like a coward, hiding in the shower in an attempt to cleanse my mind of the oppressive insanity that's taken a hold of me.
I turn the water off, exposing myself to the cold air outside the shower when I step out of it, grabbing a plush towel and dabbing myself dry as I walk out of the bathroom. I throw on a pair of pants and a shirt, as if my previous nakedness was at the root of my lack of self-control. Even if I continue to leave her unaware of the gravity of her situation, I can't leave my doll alone like this.
I make my way downstairs, ready to confront myself with her confused and saddened face after what happened just a short time before.
But I don't find any of that. Instead of f
inding a lost girl with her green eyes glued to me in a bewildered expression, I find my doll spread out on the bed, moaning in ecstasy as she pleasures herself with one of the toys stored in the glass cabinet in her room. She's so immersed in pleasure that she didn't even hear me coming. Only after I close the door behind me does she lift her dazed eyes toward the door, her expression quickly changing as she spots her master looking down at her, slowly shaking his head.
"What a bad little girl you are," I say, slowly approaching her with daunting steps.
“Bad, bad little doll.”
Chapter 38
Laura
Fuck.
As soon as I sense his presence, I jerk up from my position, just like anyone would when they're caught masturbating. First and foremost, I'm ashamed, but I also fear the repercussions of being caught. I was warned never to use the toys without him being present, and I wasn't allowed to come without him.
I knew this, but I still couldn't help myself. He's never left me in such agony, so bewildered and aroused, so dazed with lust it was torture. I didn't expect him to return this quickly, or maybe I've just become really bad at sensing time.
I crawl back on the bed and toss the vibrator aside, as if that would reverse my transgressions. He steps closer, shaking his head and regarding me with a dark smile, and I gather up the blanket to wrap it around myself in an attempt to protect myself from him.
He laughs at my effort.
"You should be scared, doll," he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed about two feet away from me, his back turned halfway toward me. "You're lucky that I'm so easy to amuse and be appeased with you."
He taps the space right next to him, beckoning me to come closer.
"Come here," he whispers without looking at me. "Let me touch you."
I hesitate for a moment, but then realize any reluctance will only worsen my punishment. I cast the blanket aside and slowly scuttle over to him, cautiously coming close to him.