by Jamie Knight
“Business. A good, solid choice. There are a lot of businessmen, including myself, who could use a brilliant business mind around the office.”
I blush, still uncomfortable with any kind of praise. And, even without directing any of that at me, I know he’s called me brilliant.
“But I wasn’t always a business guy,” he adds.
I look over at him, not sure how much eye contact to give. So, I keep it submissive, the way I would with my father, if he were regaling me with some story.
“Hard to believe, with the way I live my life now, but I grew up on a farm in Idaho. I knew more about heads of cattle than I did about investments, but now I’ve made my living off of it. And all from a gamble. An experiment. Now you wouldn’t know I was self-taught, self-made. My investment firm is ridiculously successful. The envy of some of these rich types who like to keep themselves in gold-encrusted towers around here.”
I listen quietly, turned on by his confidence. How he is willing to talk about other millionaires and billionaires like they are chumps, compared to him.
I’m also relieved that he comes from a humble background like I do. In the back of my mind, I’ve been afraid that he would be born and bred in wealth, and take issue with my conservative, old-fashioned upbringing.
Most of the boys who ever showed interest in me were like that. They often took issue with why and how I was so obedient to my parents, even at my age.
But I don’t have to worry about that with Jake, it seems. He likes my shyness. My submissive, dutiful nature. And now, thanks to my good behavior, I’ve earned some reward.
Chapter 9
Melissa
The elevator announces our arrival at the top floor, and Jake guides me toward the furthest of the tall doors lining the hallway. There, there is a large apartment suite. We walk up to the double doors. Then we go through it, once he finishes unlocking the door.
Opulence surrounds me the moment we are inside his penthouse suite, but I’m not given a moment to savor or appreciate it. From the threshold, I’m quickly guided through his large, open space and toward the bedroom. The master suite, with a large bed and lots of soft pillows waiting.
“I said you’d earned yourself a reward,” explains Jake as he brings me into the room and closes the door. “And I intend to keep my word to you, though it’ll be to my preferences and desires.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and let him guide me to the bed.
He lifts me up on it, where he finally unties my wrists from his tie. But it’s only to tie me up again. This time, with ties made of velvet straps attached to the bed.
As before, I offer no objection. Simply offer my wrists as I see he needs them, allowing them to be bound.
“Suck off my cock the same way you sucked my fingers in the limo, and I’ll give you what I know you really want,” he murmurs, climbing onto the bed, and kneeling so that his slacks are right in line with my face. My lips are already thirsting for him again. “For me to give you a taste of my cock in your pussy. Take your virginity,” he adds, no doubt enjoying my embarrassment and eagerness.
Already, I see that he is hard. Through the fine fabric of his slacks, I see the bulge growing all over again. I don’t know what it is, but it seems bigger, fatter and longer than before. He unzips, puts himself on display, as if reading the direction of my eyes and thoughts.
“Get to work on it,” he demands, pressing his hard cock into my face.
Jake rotates his hips slightly, so that, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t get out of his reach. But I don’t want to get away. I want to be tied, and I want a mouthful of him.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, licking my lips in preparation as well as my own hunger.
“The sooner you give me what I want, and it’s to my standards, the sooner you’ll get your reward.”
Without another word, I place my mouth on him, and begin sucking and licking.
At first, I’m nervous and unsure. I’m not sure whether I’m doing it the right way, or in a way that is pleasing to him.
I just feel like I’m going up and down on him, feeling him get thicker and more textured. I feel vulnerable and scared for a moment, wondering if he might decide I’m not worth his time, never mind my present.
Then, I feel and hear him groan.
He brings me closer to him, pulls on my hair, wind it around his hand like an impromptu leash and praise me.
“Ohhh, good girl, Melissa, good girl…”
That’s what I need to gather my strength and courage. With his encouragement in my ears, and his hand in my hair, I suck and lick him like he’s my greatest joy. My greatest dessert and reward. My white knight and my king all wrapped up in one.
I swirl my tongue around his girth, paint my mouth down his length, hoping he can feel my love and adoration. I tighten my lips on him, deciding on a quicker, smoother pace.
And then, just as I’m beginning to feel dizzy from all my hard work, the oxygen I’ve been depriving myself of to please him, he guides my head and mouth off him. He leans me back onto the bed, and wordlessly moves to the space between my legs — the space he made for himself when he tied me this way, and lifts up my dress.
Without so much as a word, he reaches up along my hips, hooks his fingers into the band on my underwear (lacy and soaked to the bone already), and pulls them off me. The way he moves, it’s as though I’m nothing more than an oversized candy bar.
Tossing the underwear aside, he takes my legs up toward him, and ankles in both hands, and guides them over his shoulders.
“I’m going to take your virginity, Melissa. I’m going to make you mine. This is your present. Your reward, birthday girl. Enjoy to the fullest,” he says, almost as if it’s a command, as he thrusts himself in to me.
The moment I feel his cock press into me, spreading my tight, inexperienced lips apart, I’m breathless. For a moment, I can’t speak or breathe as I feel his cockhead, then his shaft, spill into me.
It fills me like a bank of clouds and a forge full of fire all at once. He’s massive, large and long, exactly as I feared and hoped. With every hot, passing second, I feel fuller and more stretched than ever.
I whimper out of pain and pleasure, not sure which I feel more.
Jake continues forward, telling me what a beautiful girl I am. Telling me how lucky he is to have found me after all the tired, old news that usually trails and fills the halls of Club Lush.
“You’re my sweet little pet,” he says. “And I’m going to keep you tied up so I can do what I want to you. I love cramming your tight little pussy full of my big, hard cock.”
I feel him collide with the uppermost wall of my pussy.
It’s the farthest in he can go, and I’ve never felt so deliciously achy and stuffed before.
Every time I breathe, there’s a spasm going through my pussy.
Every time I move even a little, I feel my lower lips and walls shuddering. They are quaking with anticipation and the stress of his size in me.
Jake presses himself into me a moment, before moving. At first, his thrusts are slow and deliberate. He is savoring, tasting, as if this is a new experience for him as well, not just for me.
And those first few moments of movement are indescribable, painful and exquisitely diabolical. I feel things breaking away and becoming whole inside of me.
I groan. I whine, and this seems to encourage him. He goes from lazy and methodical in his movements, to strong and quick. His thrusts become faster and more powerful.
His hands are actually holding my ankles like a pair of cuffs. Under all the jiggling and thrusting I feel inside me, I can’t help it: I cry and squeal, feeling my pussy rippling. It’s tightening, as if it’s moving on its own.
Jake pulls me closer to him, and begins to ram himself in and out of my helpless, happy folds, like he intends to wear me as his new favorite piece of jewelry. He pulls and tugs on me, pounding me with greater and greater urgency, and my hole responds in kind. My pussy begins to grip him, sucki
ng on him like a beast.
Dragging and clinging sensations follow. Before I realize what’s going on, my body heats up like a Roman candle. It goes spinning off into the stars, squirting and splashing juices onto his dick.
I’m not sure what’s happening to me, but I can’t stop it.
All I can do is scream like I’m dying and keep coating him with my juices.
Jake only chuckles darkly, before pulling out, and decorating my pussy and lower lips with his cum.
On his cock there is the familiar dash of white, the familiar dribble of glassy cum. But also, something else. A thin glowing sheen of liquids from me.
As he marks me all over again, he says, “That was the cake, and here’s the frosting, birthday girl.”
He grunts, making sure to get all of it out of him.
Afterwards, he doesn’t feed it to me. He smears it on me, before climbing under the covers, dimming the small light he had on, and going to sleep.
I feel myself falling asleep shortly after, while also feeling the blissful ache of him everywhere.
Chapter 10
Jake
I awaken the next morning with the first rays of sunlight, but it’s quickly more than birds or morning traffic that are filling my senses. One roll over on my bed, and I see a sight more beautiful than the cityscape surrounding my penthouse: the sleeping, bound form of my luscious, shy one. Melissa.
Bound by her wrists and ankles, she never complained. Through the entire night, she never whined or cried to be released. She remained peaceful and behaved.
I move myself closer to her, determined not to wake her yet. Not until her own body brings her awake, due to the pleasure I’m bringing her.
Such good behavior, sleeping through the night in exactly the position I left her, she’s truly something special. Truly different than all the rest.
As I move myself down and over, hoping to position myself between her legs for said reward, I’m struck by how content and pleased she appears. Even in sleep, she looks like being tied up is the same as falling asleep on a sun-drenched beach near a private lagoon.
From under my on-belly position, I feel my cock stiffening. I feel it beginning to press up against the mattress, but I don’t worry about it for now. Instead, I scoot myself forward, and gently move her legs aside. I slid my upper body into the space I made for myself and contemplate just how to treat my bound princess.
I decide I’m going to start with some direct attention to her mound, her lower lips, resting blissfully unaware in front of me. I bring my mouth forward, and gently kiss her small mound, enjoying the small sigh I get. I kiss her another time, and a similar spot, but down further. Closer to her hood and the clit underneath, feeling the slightest cling of wetness.
I hear Melissa sigh again, but it’s got an edge of a moan in it. A lusty, dreamy request for more.
Softly, I slip my hands up, holding both of her thighs gently open. My hands in place, I dip my lips toward her pussy. This time, though, I bring out my tongue to play. I brush it along her lips, the curve of her hood, before licking inward. Flicking my tongue in through her velvety, warm curtain and finding my prize. Her soft and dreamy clit.
I give it a small peck, before drawing small flowering circles around and down the length of her. With my first bit of attention, I feel her gasp awake. With my second and third passes, my soft and wet doodles on her, I feel her tightening and squirming. I hear her breathing. She’s thinking hard about what she’s done to deserve this.
I tell her in between tastes and draws on her chubby, warming clit.
“You slept through the night without fussing or demands to be released,” I say, enjoying the squeals I’ve started to hear from her. “You behaved yourself.”
I lick and suck on her more, feeling her wetness thickening. She’s becoming musky, instead of sleepy and sweet.
I tease her opening with one of my fingers, knowing she’ll be hungry for me down there. Which is exactly what I want
“That kind of obedience is what deserve this reward, Melissa,” I say, enjoying yet more noises of unabashed, uncontrolled pleasure. I’ve started circling my finger around her hole, and her lips have reached out to grab me. Try to suck on me, the way I’m sucking on her. “Enjoy it to the fullest.”
I double down on her. Start sucking and flicking her clit, anywhere and everywhere I can reach, using my fingers to caress her. I stimulate her sensitive spots, feeling her muscles already rippling. Her clit already climbing toward release.
In her restraints, Melissa’s started to buck and shake, beg me for a breather. But I keep at it, reminding her of her position.
“You are not to command me, only to enjoy yourself, Melissa.”
I say this through a mouth and tongue still working her fully.
I’m rewarded by the feeling of her hard, irritable clit pressing against my tongue. On it, I taste the first beautiful notes of her cum. They still taste faintly of champagne, and something flowery.
I moan into this taste, truly enjoying it. I draw my lips and tongue tightly around her, rocking both along her clit and lips. I suck on her, hearing her begin to squeal and scream. She moves wildly, looking for some escape, some release.
It comes quickly and violently for her, filling my mouth with her luscious, sweet fluid. I swallow the sweet perfume, enjoying the tremble and shake in her entire body. And her soul, as I hear her letting out shivering, disembodied moans.
I pull myself off her, and move quickly to untie her. As I do, I know I’m going to hang her on the wall. I’m going to put her there like a piece of art or a trophy, ripe for the fucking. As it is, my cock is so hard, it’s close to bursting on its own.
As I move her where I want her, Melissa doesn’t ask questions. She merely follows my lead, and lets me mount her helplessly on my wall. I mount her so that she is hanging and spread open, completely available to me. Her pussy and ass spread, ready for my taking.
She looks at me from her tied and suspended position, wiggling her dripping and blushing holes.
“I want your cock in me,” she begs pitifully, “please, sir! So badly!” Under her pleading, she’s started to swing herself right toward me and my thick, straight cock.
“You don’t command me,” I remind her, and take her for myself.
I take her swinging, dribbling pussy, and jam it on my cock the moment she comes in range. In a flash of warm, strangling pleasure, she’s completely devoured me. Every pulsing, aching inch of me is buried deep inside her, and I don’t waste any time.
I grab a hold of her hips, and use the contraption’s flexibility to move her on and off me at quicker, snappier intervals.
After that, there’s no room or time to talk. I’m focused wholly and completely on fucking her, on pounding her as fully and deeply as possible, savoring each jiggle and slap of her ass and lips against me.
Like greasy, sweet lightning, her juices coat me. They increase my sensitivity, and before I realize I’m there, I’m already pumping myself into her. I flow into her like a white, hazy dream.
I gasp, feeling her come right on top of me. I feel her spray down my length. I hear her cry out again, and as the last notes fade from the air, I feel her go slack in the hooks and straps.
I pull out, smiling.
I quickly unhook her, and take her sagging form in my arms. From there, I lay her to rest back in my large, fluffy bed.
Sleep well, sleeping beauty. I have still things to prepare for you.
Epilogue
Melissa
I come back to myself, not quite remembering how I got back in the bed. The last thing I remembered was being hooked and strapped in the contraption, and getting fucked hard. Indeed, I’m still feeling all kinds of achy and warm everywhere, thanks to that.
I look to the side of me, expecting to see Jake. I don’t. Just a neatly made set of sheets and pillows, while mine are the only ones disturbed. As I see that I’m alone, I feel a spear of fear and sadness. Though Jake and I just met
, I’m feeling attached—bound to him—even without leather or silk.
I get out of bed, determined to go find him. Both because I feel like I need him now more than ever, and to reassure myself that none of this was just a dream. From the bedroom, I pad quietly through some open spaces fixing the straps on my dress, feeling a little chilly.
Just when I’m afraid I won’t find him, there he is. Seated at an elegant dining room table, positioned in front of a whole line of windows, each looking out on the beautiful cityscape. The table’s been made up with candles, small plates of food, and a fancy cake.
Seeing me, Jake gestures for me to come close, take a seat across from him.
I do, not uttering a word. As I take my seat and fold my arms in my lap, he says to me, “We’re officially celebrating your birthday now.” He pauses, gesturing to a pair of small gifts. “I’ve gotten you a few gifts, just like I promised.”
I look at him in surprise, discomfort. “But you taking my virginity, that was my birthday present, sir,” I explain, not ever expecting any more generosity on his part.
He smiles a handsome, mischievous smile. “No, my shy one, that doesn’t count.” He pushes the two presents closer to me. “These presents, Melissa, are very different from one another.” I look at them, not sure what he means. “You can open both, but you can only keep one,” he adds, pointing to one of the boxes, a smaller one, “I’ll explain more in a moment, but for now, open.”
I shift in my seat, finding myself captured by his deep blue eyes, his strong, shadowed features. I open both, one after the other.
As I see a diamond studded tennis bracelet gleam in one box, Jake says, “That tennis bracelet, if you take it, will say that you are content for our time together to be one night and nothing more.”
Immediately, I feel my heart and soul began to palpitate. I don’t want that, but I want to wait and see what the second present means. It’s a box with a diamond studded collar in it, like you might buy for a pet.