Climax

by Kohl, Sexxa

  “But this is blackmail. I already told you I would give you everything back. I haven’t even driven that car!”

  “Do you think it is the money I want, my pet?”

  “I don’t know what you want any more. Whatever it is, I don’t have it to give.”

  “Use the key, Raven. Level 9, now! You’ve kept me waiting long enough. Wear black lace.”

  The line goes dead. My heart sinks. My heart soars.

  I have no choice. I want no other choice.

  Jaxxon

  I’m in control.

  Repeatedly, I say this to myself, but no matter how many times I do, I can’t get it to sink in my head. I need her to be reminded of this. Hell, who am I kidding? I am the one that needs reminding of it. Tonight, I will test her limits and push her far past them. I can’t allow her a choice in the matter. I’m doing all of this… well, simply because I can.

  I turn up my glass and take a swig of my whiskey while I watch her on the monitor. Moving the controls, I focus in closer on her face.

  My beautiful Raven. My beautiful Blaire.

  I lightly trace my fingertips over the large monitor screen where her mouth is.

  So goddamn gorgeous.

  My cock begins throbbing at the memory of those plump luscious lips wrapped tightly around it. I feel the intense pressure of my dick as it presses harder against the zipper of my jeans.

  FUCK!

  Adjusting myself, I slip off my shirt and toss it to the side. Taking another drink, I smile at how delicious she looks sitting in that chair blindfolded. Truthfully, it could have been taken off a long time ago, but it gives me a thrill like no other to remain anonymous. When I fuck her, I know she craves Jaxxon. Little does she know, it’s actually he that is fucking her. But I need her eyes covered. I don’t want her to see the evil that lives within me. I’m in too deep now. I can’t bear her running away.

  Level 9.

  This floor of my building has been designed to my exact specifications. Most workers on this renovation thought this would be a luxury, personal gym. Honestly, I guess in a way it is, since I always get quite the work out in here with my submissives.

  To avoid anything in my lifestyle being leaked to the public, I have assembled all of my equipment myself. My family’s pristine reputation could never survive if people find out what I do behind closed doors. That is why ALL my submissives wear blindfolds. No exceptions. I can’t risk the consequences if they ever find out who I am.

  Level 10

  The only ones who don’t wear the blindfold are the girls I just fuck and leave in a hotel room. No one has ever slept in my bed. Actually, no woman other than my housekeeper has ever been to my penthouse on Level 10. I’ve never awakened next to a woman. I live by the rule: FUCK AND LEAVE – DON’T BRING HOME.

  The world already looks at me as the irresponsible playboy with all of the countless women I’ve been with. But I am who I am. I own it with no shame. I have fucked some HOT ones over the years. But absolutely no one compares to Blaire, not even close.

  She doesn’t know it, but I got that damn contract off the internet. Hell, I only added a few parts in it to scare her, but it isn’t as if it would ever be brought to a legal person or anything. She is naive to believe I ever actually would. I’ve never contracted any of my submissives in the past. They are all contracted anonymously and brought here to me by my driver who makes them use the blindfold for complete discretion. Money is no object to me. I’ve found the more I pay, the more I got to play. The demon inside me loves to play hard.

  I like variety, choosing to stick to the same one only a couple of times before moving on to sample another. Boring easily, I always get my fill early on. The thing is, I will never bore of her. She intrigues me more and more every single day. I will never get enough of this girl. She is burrowed into my soul now. I should claw her out of it, but then I would have nothing. Not that I had much to begin with.

  I can take no more. My demon needs her. I need her.

  It is time.

  Sitting down my glass, I exit the room and walk across the hallway to where Raven is waiting. She jumps when I close the door behind me, and I breathe in her fear. Call me a sick bastard, but I get a fucking high on it.

  God! That smell of her terror is fucking fantastic.

  I revel in it, allowing my demon to feast upon all of it. She sits with her back facing me in a narrow chair. The wooden backing has wide slats that expose her toned, elegant back to me. I hiss at the sight of the black lace bra that she wore at my request.

  Good girl!

  I walk behind her and place my hands on her trembling shoulders. Her skin is like warm silk against my hands. I should stop there, but I feel the need to comfort her, so I gently stroke down her arms. She relaxes against the chair and leans her head back seeming to enjoy my touch. I lift her hand and caress the skin around her wrist before gently placing a kiss on it. She melts again. Quickly, I let go.

  This isn’t for her. It is for me, I remind myself.

  Removing the zip ties from my pocket, I secure them around her arm and then to the wooden back of the chair. She begins writhing in panic. Violently, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull it back. Her lips tremble. I lean over her and lick them with my tongue.

  The demon within speaks.

  “Don’t fucking move,” I warn her, my voice harsh and uncaring. A pang of regret hits me and angers me.

  I must hold back.

  “Tell me your safe word, Raven.”

  “Snowflake,” she says, her voice raspy and sexy. My cock twitches at the delicate word she’s chosen. Fuck me! Why did she have to pick that word? It makes me want to be rougher with her. I will stop at nothing to make her see just how much of me she can stand. I want that word screamed from her lips.

  The demon demands it. I desperately need it.

  Releasing her hair, I move to her front. The bottom of this chair slides up and out, releasing a spreader bar. I anchor her feet to the sides of the bar, and then zip tie her ankles to the bottom of the chair. I could use the metal shackles, but I want to see the marks I leave on her skin. She needs them to remind her. I need her to see them. I can smell her delicious cunt, and it is driving me insane with need. I have to get out of her now before I throw this whole plan out the door and fuck her.

  Panting, I frantically make my way back inside the control room. She sits there, turning her head from side to side, hoping to get a clue as to what is going on. Her chest quickly rises and falls repeatedly.

  Good girl! Be scared of the demon.

  I press a button on my panel and begin playing random sounds in the room. A thunderous crash has her jumping and shaking against her restraints. She withers more, shaking her head as I repeat it over and over, rotating it in the speakers around her. I add another of loud glass crashing. And then I leave her in silence. When her chest slows, I repeat the process again. Her fear and terror makes me prideful inside. I feed the evil within. Again, she tries to wiggle out of the chair, but it does no good. Her fears are peaked, and I love every moment as I study her face closely on the monitor.

  It is time. She is ready.

  “It is time to show the girl pleasure. Don’t hold anything back from her,” I order through the speaker of another room.

  Seconds later, the door to the room opens and I see Raven twisting in the chair. I watch it all play out in front of me on the large 72” monitor on the wall. Another stab of guilt overtakes me, and I fight to clear it from my thoughts. Nothing can get in my way of doing this.

  “It’s show time.”

  Blaire

  Except for almost losing my mom, I’ve never been more scared in my life. I don’t know if I can do this, and I need to. I have to. I can’t risk losing this money. I feel helpless and vulnerable like this. I can’t see anything, and now I am restrained and exposed. It is thrilling in a way, but terrifying as hell.

  He has been so rough with me. Each time he touches me, electricity soars through my body.
My sex is dripping with pleasure from when he pulled my hair.

  Why is my body responding to him like this? This can’t be normal. Something is wrong with me.

  Random sounds fill the room, confusing me.

  What’s going on? What is that? Oh, GOD!

  A loud boom erupts around me followed by glass shattering. I jump and turn my head. I can’t move, and being blindfolded makes my senses almost superhuman. I am terrified. He’s being mean now, and I want him to stop. He has promised not to hurt me, and I believe what he has said. It’s just that I have a limit that I can take. I have my safe word. He knows it now, but I don’t want to ever have to use it. I don’t want him to break me. I don’t think it is even possible to break what is already broken and not worth fixing. I’m afraid that if I ever use the word, this contract will be over. If that happens, I will not be able to pay back the money that he has fronted me.

  Everything has grown quiet now.

  Much too quiet.

  The door behind me opens and closes.

  He is back.

  The minute I hear the footstep, I know it isn’t him. The familiar clicking sound of stilettos reveals that it belongs to a female. Why is there a woman in here with me? Realization hits me, paralyzing every inch of my body.

  Oh, God! No! Please! NO!

  I know that I’m not allowed to speak, so I bite down onto my bottom lip, holding the fear inside. Lightly, a fingertip traces my face and trickles down my jaw. I feel her leg slide across mine as she positions herself to straddle me. I instantly turn my head away in disgust when I feel her lean into me. Her heavy, hot breath against my lips is making me sick. I think she is trying to kiss me.

  I don’t want this. NO!

  Suddenly, her tongue grazes the lip that I’d damn near bit off. Her hands move to cup my face. Protesting furiously, I shake my head back and forth, trying to get her to stop. But she doesn’t. Her hands slide down my chest and capture my breasts. She vigorously squeezes my nipples through my sheer bra, twisting them upwards as she grinds her core against me. Hot tears fill my eyes.

  Please, make her stop. I don’t want this.

  My body is shaking uncontrollably. I try to take deep breaths, but I can’t control it.

  Damn him for this! Damn everything about my fucking life!

  The girl leans in again and grabs my face, turning it to the side as she leans in to speak.

  “Relax, Raven. It’s me.” Honey’s voice fills my ear.

  NO! NOOOO! He can’t ask this of me!

  I go to speak, but she clamps her hand over my mouth.

  “Don’t speak. We both need this money, so don’t ruin anything. Just relax and go with it. He asked me to be gentle with you.”

  She kisses me, and I shake my head the whole time in protest. I want her off of me. Her tongue moves down my neck while her hand moves down my abdomen. I try like hell to squeeze my thighs together, but it is useless. My legs are locked wide open in some sort of device at my feet. Every time I move, some sort of plastic digs deeper into my skin, marking me of this terror.

  She further extends my torture by inching her arm further and further downward. Fighting her with all my might, I twist and shake my head, bucking in my chair, anything that will make her stop.

  “Stop it, Raven!” she yells at me and then violently yanks my hair.

  “I need this money. Don’t you dare fuck it up for me!”

  She begins again, this time more forcefully holding my front down with her weight. I feel everything leaving me. I want to scream out my safe word, but I can’t. Everything is slowing down around me. Please, Lord, make it stop.

  I try switching to Raven, but she has given up. Blaire remains awake in me, and she can’t take anymore either. The fight leaves my body.

  Becoming numb, I no longer struggle. I no longer care. The word is on the tip of my tongue to end it. My body releases the tension as my mind snaps.

  Jaxxon

  I watch the whole thing in complete horror.

  What have I done?

  I thought this would push her beyond her limits and make her yield more to me. I wanted her to see who was in control. I never expected this to break her. Normally, I’d love to fuck two girls, but that was never the intent for tonight anyways.

  “SAY IT!” I scream at the monitor in front of me. Watching her lips, I am begging her to say that one word so that I can stop all of this. She fights, but she doesn’t speak.

  “JUST FUCKING SAY IT!” I yell, throwing the bottle of whiskey against the wall. I am so pissed at myself, and I hate that I’m feeling this way!

  And then I witness her body go completely limp, making her slouch in the chair. Her head hangs down, allowing her gorgeous dark waves to shield her face. She is no longer shaking. She is no longer fighting.

  FUCK!

  Throwing a black ski mask over my face in disguise, I run out of the room. They are only across the hall from me, but I can’t seem to get there fast enough. Slamming back the door, I waste no time pulling Honey off of Raven.

  “GET THE FUCK OUT!” I scream at her. My eyes zone in on Raven and I rush to where she is. Sheer panic overtakes me as I grasp her head to lift it up to me. Brushing her curls away from her face, I struggle with removing her blindfold. I need her to be all right. My heart drops to my stomach. I lean in closer.

  “Raven? Raven!” I whisper across her lips. I taste her tears and close my eyes. I turn all my hatred toward Honey who is still standing behind me.

  “I said GET OUT! You’ll still get your money. Go back into the other room. Someone will come and take you home. Now LEAVE!”

  “Is she all right?” Honey asks, concerned as she clenches the door handle in her hand for dear life.

  “JUST FUCKING GO!” I scream again and she finally leaves us alone.

  I slam down the lock behind her and frantically remove my ski mask.

  Removing the utility knife from the drawer next to me, I hurriedly begin setting her free. Her wrists are raw and tinged bright red from bleeding. Moving to her feet, I cut the plastic off and free her from the bar. She still hasn’t moved or responded.

  What have I done?

  Pulling her forward, I gently scoop her into my arms. Cradling her against me, I fall to the floor.

  “Raven,” I whisper in her ear, moving my hands to remove the blindfold. I don’t want her to see who I am, but I can’t bear to leave her like this. The moment I touch the black lace, she immediately pushes off of me. Her enormous gasp of air strangles her. Shaking her head, she desperately climbs backwards away from me and readjusts the lace on her eyes. The fear on her face is sickening.

  “SNOWFLAKE! SNOWFLAKE!” she screams and pushes her hands out in front of her, warning me to back off.

  That word guts me, tears my soul in half. It’s the sharpest pain, the hardest blow I’ve ever experienced, all rolled in one. Before now, I had maliciously plotted for her to break down to say it. Now, I never want to hear that word ever again.

  I want to cut the demon inside of me out. Allow him to hemorrhage on the floor in front of me.

  “How could you do that to me? And why did you have to pick her? Why?” she sobs, pulling herself to her body to hide.

  I lunge forward, grabbing her flailing hands and pulling her into my arms. “Raven, I’m so sorry,” I whisper against her lips. The need to be with her is so intense that I can’t bear it any longer.

  I have to make this right!

  Cupping her face, I crush my lips to hers and swallow her muffled cries. She melts against me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer. Our hunger is fierce; our desire is unimaginable. Rolling her to her back, I work my kisses down her neck, stopping to savor the smooth skin near her shoulder. Forcefully, I pull the satin bra strap down and move down to engulf her full breast that escapes.

  Biting down hard on her nipple, I press my hardness to her warm core. I can feel how drenched she is through my jeans.

  Growling in response, I flip
us, pulling her on top of me. Reaching around to her back, I unclasp her bra and throw it behind me. Her breasts fall free, and she immediately shields them in embarrassment. I pull her arms to me and bite her jaw, raking her neck hard with my teeth as I trail them to her ear.

  “Don’t ever hide from me, Baby. You are so fucking stunning.”

  Her hips move and I feel like my cock is going to break from the pressure against these pants.

  Rolling her once more to her back, I reach down and unbutton my jeans. Her innocent hands hesitate at first, but then she grasps the waistband to begin tugging them down. They only reach below my ass before my throbbing cock pops free. I can feel her heat calling for my starving dick. I want to taste her, savor her, but I need to be in here now. With one hard thrust forward, I enter Heaven. Slowly, I pull out and then slam back into her.

  Jesus Christ! Nothing has ever been as good as being with her!

  Once more, I pull out, but this time, I ease myself back inside of her. The sensation is so magnificent that it makes my eyes roll back into my head. For a second, I forget everything around me. Just as I am about to explode all in her, I feel her hands on my bare backside, urging me on. I breathe in deep, trying to calm myself a bit before continuing.

  Her hips waver beneath me. Her intense hunger ignites me. Losing all sense of control, I impale her with my thick cock and steady my pace. Her nails dig into my hips, and I increase the intensity of my thrusts. Holding myself up with one arm, I sweep the hair away from her face with my free hand. I’m definitely not going to last long. Lifting up, I reach beneath her and pull her perfect, plump ass in with my hands, forcing her take all of me.

  GODDAMN IT! She feels so fucking good.

  “FUCK! Baby, you feel so damn good.”

  She bites her lip to hold in her pleasure, and I engulf her mouth once more with a long, deep, passionate kiss. I don’t want her to hold back. I want her to drown my cock with her cum.

  “I want to hear you scream, Raven. Let go. Come with me,” I order her, and she automatically yields to my demands. Her pussy clamps down around my cock, and I struggle to hold my release back until she is there with me.