by Sky Corgan
I lie back on the bed, letting myself go as Xan works his way down my body. The affection that radiates from him is unlike anything I’ve felt before. There’s still passion there, too, though.
He pulls my panties down my thighs, rendering me naked. I’m embarrassed for him to see me in the high-waisted full-coverage atrocity. Not sexy at all compared to what he’s been having me wear.
He splays my thighs to crawl between them, then he leans over me again. His hand pets my cheek, his eyes caressing my face.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” I ask.
He pauses, amusement turning the corners of his lips. “Isn’t this far more intimate?”
“Isn’t what?”
I feel his warm breath waft across my ear, making me shiver as he dips to whisper into it, “Me being inside of you.”
Almost the second he says it, I feel the hard flesh of his cock as he tugs it out of his pajamas and lays it across my mound. My clit pulses in approval, but my chest tightens as I realize where this is going.
When he pulls away from me, I wonder if he can see through my mask to my fear. “If I told you to stop, would you?”
“I’m not going to rape you, Christiana, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” His expression is serious, if not slightly offended. “I need you to want this.”
“I told you I wanted to wait until I’m married.”
He rolls off of me, lying in bed beside me, staring up at the ceiling. The heat between us dissipates immediately, and I just feel cold and uncomfortably alone again.
“Come here.” Xan pats the bed.
I give him a queer look.
“Up.” He nods in his direction.
It doesn’t take long for it to register in my brain what he wants. I force myself to my knees, shedding some of the sleepiness I was feeling earlier. The bed is large enough that I’m able to crawl on top of Xan, straddling him. He grabs the base of his cock and positions it between my folds. I look down between us, knowing I have all the control but still feeling powerless against his commands.
“Why do you want to wait until you’re married, Christiana?” His glans is already slick with pre-seed. Just seeing him beneath me has me wet, too. My need for him is quickly building. I never knew a man could look so hot on his back. His eyes are hooded, and his voice is full of that deep lust that rouses something within me. He swipes his tip between my pussy lips, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves with each forward pass.
“Because I only ever want to be with one man for my entire life,” I reply breathily.
“I only want you to ever be with one man, too.” He pauses when his head is at my entryway, bucking his hips to probe at my opening. “Me.”
I lower myself slightly, not enough for him to be inside. Just enough to keep him seated there, his glans nuzzled against my channel. He groans headily, and the tortured look on his face takes me to new heights. The subtle spreading sensation does delicious things to my body, too. I want to know what it feels like to have him all the way inside of me.
“You’re killing me, Christiana. You pussy is so wet and tight. I might die if you don’t let me in.”
“I doubt this has ever killed a man,” I tease. But does it ever feel good. I can’t stop my hips from moving. My cunt is slurping at his helmet. The faces he makes as I rub my body on him are exquisite. I can’t even fathom what he looks like when he comes. I haven’t seen it yet. Everything we’ve done up to this point has been all about me. It makes me feel selfish; like he deserves to have this.
“Let me claim you. I’ll make you mine forever.” His gaze darkens into something almost primal. It reminds me of looking at the face of the devil. He’s devastatingly handsome. This one act could destroy me completely. It would be my ultimate sin. But I’m tired of resisting. The promise on his lips is too sweet. It’s everything I want and more, even if it’s a lie.
“Yes.” I seal my fate with a word that I’m not even sure I know the full meaning of. All I know is that it will get me what I need right now at this moment.
Xan’s hands wrap around my hips. I expect him to wait for me to lower myself. But instead, I feel firm pressure as I’m forced down on top of him, swallowing him whole in one fluid motion.
I gasp, my back arching as pain sears through me. The sound of him moaning is barely audible through that of my own cry. It’s like heaven and hell collided in that one moment—pleasure and pain so intense that I see stars and the universe, and my body throbs as everything I am spills over into an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Xan curses, his hands pressing me down so firmly on top of him that I know there will be fingerprint bruises on my skin tomorrow.
He bucks beneath me a few times, and it’s all I can do just to breathe as I think of how full I am of him. Then his arms wrap around me, and he rolls me onto the bed beneath him, holding onto me like lovers weathering a storm as he begins to move.
I drown in pleasures I never knew existed as I bask in the feeling of his thick cock pumping in and out of me. The stretching sensation is divine coupled with the sparks of electricity whenever his pubic bone grinds against my clit. He goes balls deep with every thrust, so deep that I don’t know if I can handle it at times. I claw my nails into his back when it gets to be too much, and he hisses, though it doesn’t make him slow down.
I allow my hands to explore his body, forgetting that he’s my boss. Right now, he’s mine. My master. My everything.
I rake my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, forcing him to look at me. When his eyes meet mine, I lift and press my lips against his. He pulls back for a fraction of a second before his mouth crashes on top of mine. His tongue seeks entry, and I taste him until I’m breathless.
When we finally break free from the kiss, there’s something different in his eyes that I can’t quite place. It’s like he’s lost focus. A strange vulnerability.
It’s gone almost as soon as I see it. He turns his face away from me, closing his eyes as he picks up the pace. I feel a harrowing distance between us, and I fear that I did something wrong by kissing him. He continues fucking me until his body gives out with a shuddering sigh. And while the swelling of his cock feels amazing as it spurts into me, I can’t really concentrate on the moment because I’m stuck back on the way he looked at me after I kissed him—on how he hasn’t looked at me since.
Even after he finishes and climbs off of me, I’m not afforded a glance. “Stay there,” he tells me before leaving the room.
I pull the sheets up to my neck, wondering if I just made a huge mistake. He said that I’m his forever now. What does that mean? More importantly, was it a lie? Men like him lie all the time to get what they want.
Moments later, Xan returns and flips on the light. I shy away from the brightness as it burns my eyes. By the time I’m able to fully open them again, he’s standing in front of me with something that looks like a leather harness with a thin cone-shaped thing sticking out of the crotch.
“What’s that?” I ask, sitting up.
A firm hand on my chest pushes me down, and I let out a choked breath as my back hits the mattress. “Don’t get up,” he orders, immediately getting to work slipping my legs into the holes.
“What are you doing?” I notice that the cone-looking thing is pointed straight at my genitals.
“You disobeyed me the other day.” His voice is firm with disappointment.
“Disobeyed you?” I furrow my brow.
“You forgot to buy condoms. This is your punishment.” He pulls the harness up my thighs, pushing the tip of the cone against my opening. I yelp as he forces it all the way inside. “This is a chastity device. It will keep my seed inside of you. Since you forgot to buy condoms, you’ll keep it in all night as a reminder for next time.”
“Your seed...” my voice trails off. Everything else melts away as alarm fills me. “Are you trying to get me pregnant?”
“I’m trying to teach you a lesson.” He’s all busine
ss. “You won’t learn unless you’re punished.”
“Xan, I can’t get pregnant,” I say in a panic.
“If you can’t, then you have nothing to worry about.” He heads for the door.
“That’s not what I meant.” I reach out to him. The plug feels weird inside of me as I twist my body. I can’t believe he’s being so inconsiderate. My pussy is still sore from having a cock inside of it for the first time, and now he expects me to wear this thing all night.
“You should have thought about that before you tried to worm your way out of buying condoms.” He flips off the light switch. “By the way, you’re not allowed to take that off until I see you again. If you try to take it off in the middle of the night, I’ll know, and I’ll make you regret it,” he warns before closing the door behind him.
All the pleasant feelings I was experiencing when we were coupled together are gone. Now there’s only fear and dread churning inside of me. I feel like a washing machine. Full and spinning and dirty. So dirty.
I’m not on the pill, and he didn’t wear a condom. Even worse, he doesn’t seem to care about the repercussions of our actions. If I end up pregnant, he won’t be able to pay me off to get rid of the baby. Abortion is against my religion, and I refuse to adopt out my own flesh and blood. Does he even care about me—what I want? Apparently not, or else he wouldn’t be torturing me like this.
I throw caution and my job to the wind, going to the bathroom to take off the chastity device. If defying Xan causes him to fire me, then so be it.
Before pulling it out, I glance around the bathroom checking for cameras. They could be anywhere, and the thought that Xan might be spying on me while I go about my personal business gives me the creeps. I refuse to believe that he’s so much of a pervert that he’d spend his free time watching me use the toilet. That’s just gross.
As I step under the showerhead and wash the sweat and come from my body, I think about how my mother was excommunicated from the Amish community for having something similar happen to her. Except it wasn’t similar at all. She had gone to the bishop for council, and he had forced himself on her. Since he’s a prominent religious figure in the congregation, highly respected in the community, and supposed to remain celibate, no one believed her. She was shunned and cast out for having a child out of wedlock. I imagine that Xan would do the same if I ended up pregnant with his child and refused to have an abortion; cast me out like I’m nothing—mean nothing to him. That thought brings tears to my eyes. It makes me think about how much I’ve allowed myself to be used by him; that there’s no real emotional connection between us.
After my shower, I rinse the chastity device before putting it back on. I wince as I slip the plug back into place, thinking about how uncomfortable it is. The fact that there’s no longer any lubrication to ease its entry only makes it worse. This is definitely a memorable punishment; far more embarrassing than buying condoms.
I return to bed with an unfamiliar soreness between my legs and a heavy heart. I’ve only been in this house for two nights, and I’ve already shed many of the morals and values I hold dear. All I can do is hope that it will all be worth it in the end. But when I really think about it, the realist in me tells me that there can be no happy ending to this.
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE SORENESS BETWEEN MY LEGS has spread to my thighs by the time I wake the next morning, though I can’t say I slept well after the nightmare and Xan’s visit. There was far too much on my mind. All I could think about was how I’ve lost myself. All of this feels wrong. I’ve made the greatest sacrifice, and the reward is still so far away.
I don’t know how I’m going to get through this, but I have to try. I’ve given Xan everything I am, so the rest should be a piece of cake. At least, that’s what I tell myself. It has to be all downhill from here. It has to get easier. From this point on, I’ll be his humble servant. I’ll give him whatever he wants, and in return, he’ll erase my mother’s debt, and the money will help me to create a better life for her—one that she deserves.
I put back on the blue lingerie from the day before and head to the kitchen to make Xan his coffee, wondering if he’ll have something even skimpier for me to change into today. It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s seen every part of me anyway.
My pussy aches as I walk around with the plug still inside of me. When I take Xan has coffee and ask him if I can take the chastity belt off, he promptly says no, sending me back downstairs to make breakfast. I wonder if he’s going to make me wear it all day.
I’m about halfway through frying up a pan full of bacon when a buzzing between my legs throws me off balance and makes me stumble. My cheeks turn bright red, and both of my hands clutch at the plug between my legs. The buzzing stops only a few short seconds after it began, and I’m left wondering if I imagined it.
“What just happened?” I whisper, gripping onto the counter for support.
I stand there until the smell of burning meat gets me moving again. Crap. Am I ever going to serve Xan a meal that’s not messed up in some way? It’s not like cooking bacon is rocket science.
Once everything is finished and plated, I head upstairs to retrieve Xan for breakfast. He’s dressed in a suit today, and I internally frown at the loss of seeing him shirtless. It’s one of the more pleasant things about my job—having a good view. Not that he’s not handsome with clothes on. The man exudes sex appeal. I just like to imagine that he’s more vulnerable without clothes on—like there are less emotional layers between us. I know it’s all in my head, though.
Xan sits across from me and urges me to start eating without him. He has his phone pulled out and is tapping lazily at the screen. “I have a meeting today, so I’ll be leaving you here by yourself,” he informs me. “I want you to clean the house in the outfit I picked out for you. I’ll give it to you when we go back upstairs.”
I nod in agreement, staring at his untouched plate of food while I scoop up some scrambled eggs with my fork. Xan seems more interested in his phone than in eating. I wonder who he’s talking to. Jealousy snakes through me as I think that it might be a woman.
He glances at me over his phone, his expression unreadable. I lower my gaze, feeling like it’s rude to be watching him. I lift the fork to my mouth, but it clatters onto my plate along with the bit of eggs as that strange buzzing between my legs starts again. This time, I know I’m not imagining it because my chair makes a noise.
When I look over at Xan, he’s got a wicked smirk plastered across his face. His phone is still in his hand, and it only takes me a second to put two and two together. Somehow, he’s controlling the plug with his phone, making it vibrate.
“You shouldn’t stop eating. You have a long day ahead of you.” He sets his phone down finally and picks up his fork.
The vibrating doesn’t stop. I can see the app open on his phone’s screen, a giant digital switch set to on with various controls for speed and intensity.
I blush as I try to ignore it, continuing eating as he instructed. I can’t decide if I like the sensation or not. It amplifies the soreness between my legs, but it also reminds me of how full I am. Not full enough. The plug is small in comparison to Xan’s girth. It feels plastic and unnatural. I long to feel his skin and throbbing need. It takes me back to yesterday—to the hooded look of desire in his eyes. To my fingers in his hair. To his hot breath on my ear as he whispered filthy things to me.
My appetite dissipates as my focus is wrenched away from me. All I can think about is the plug between my legs and my yearning for it to be something more. It’s making me embarrassingly wet. I’m worried that when I stand there’s going to be a spot on the chair.
“Please stop,” I beg in a small voice.
“Why?” Xan continues to down his meal, amusement plain in his expression.
“It makes me uncomfortable,” I confess. And horny. Really horny. But I suppose that was the point.
“More uncomfortable than you would have felt buying me condoms?” he q
uips.
I scowl at him, remembering that this is a punishment.
I continue trying to ignore the plug as I scarf down the rest of my food and then watch Xan finish his with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. He’s really enjoying this. Asshole.
Even when he gets up to return to the office, he doesn’t turn the plug off. He simply closes the app and shoves his phone in his pocket before he leaves. Briefly, I wonder if he forgot about it, but I highly doubt that. He’s purposely torturing me.
I take our dishes to the sink and wash them in utter sexual agony. Every movement of my hips makes the plug rub against a different place inside of me. To make things worse, he dials up the intensity, and I end up having an orgasm mid-rinse that about brings me to my knees. I quickly set the dish I was working on back in the sink and grip onto the counter while the contractions finish wrecking me. It takes several minutes to regain my composure and complete the job, but somehow I’m able to get through it.
Going upstairs to Xan’s office is none the more pleasant. Each step up pulls the plug into a different direction. I’m never happier than when I’ve made it to his office, hoping that my sentence is almost over.
There’s a new outfit laid out for me on the corner of his desk. I wrinkle my nose at it, scoffing internally. Typical male fantasy. The black and white ensemble would have been recognizable a mile away; a French maid costume of sorts.
Except as I get closer I realize there’s not much to it. Where’s the top? All I see is a skimpy skirt with a garter belt, stockings, and a few frilly accessories.
“Sir,” I say to get his attention. Xan seems intently focused on his computer. His phone is next to his keyboard, the app still open.
“Ah, Christiana.” He looks up at me as if he hadn’t expected to see me standing there. “Have you learned your lesson?” He pushes his chair back.
“Yes, sir.” I nod.
“Good. Then come here.” There’s no life to his voice. It’s as if he’s caught up in work or has lost interest in me; I can’t really tell which one. Maybe the upcoming meeting has his mind preoccupied.