Chapter Six
“Good girl,” he praised, and gave my ear lobe a long suck, before drawing back. “Now, don’t move.”
The command sent a shiver through me, its gruff, no-nonsense tone echoing the voice from my fantasises. I obeyed.
His face impassive, the Senator collared both of my wrists in one of his hands, before reaching for something out of my line of sight. Heat rushed through me when he raised what it was up for me to see.
Dangling between his thumb and forefinger was a red silk scarf.
Oh God, where did that come from?
“Don’t move,” he repeated, and the thrill it gave me to hear that lush commanding tone had me biting my lip in anticipation.
It wasn’t just a command. This was a test. He was daring me, baiting me to test the boundaries of this new role.
I was his attendant now. I must obey his every command immediately and without hesitation, or I’ll be punished.
And in return, he’ll take care of all of mom’s medical bills.
He swept the scarf around my wrists once, tied off, then repeated the tie around the bed post. It wasn’t anything as secure as handcuffs, but the silk was much kinder to my skin and a testing tug from the senator proved I wouldn’t be getting away any time soon.
He took a moment to admire his handiwork.
“Mmm… Very good, Kora,” he purred. Awareness rippled up my spine, and I felt my skin rise with goosebumps as he trailed a finger down the underside of my right arm. “You’re mine now. You’re going to have to do everything I say.”
I nodded, my heart racing as his finger trailed down my silks to the swell of my breasts, my nipples standing unashamedly against the fabric.
“I do mean everything, Kora.”
“Yes, Master-oh!” I couldn’t help my kittenish gasp when he cupped the swell of my left breast and thumbed the tip. “Mmm… Give it to me, please… do anything you want to me. I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are.” he breathed, squeezing my cleavage through my garment, the warmth of his touch bleeding through the silk to lick my skin. “But you have to earn your place as my attendant.”
“Yes, make me earn it.” It was the sweetest torture. My body hummed with tension and the need to move, to arch and offer myself to him, to force his hand to where I needed it, was almost overwhelming. Damnit, I had to resist.
Don’t move. Just don’t move, you can do this, you can…
“You’ll beg for it.” His eyes flashed at the promise.
Despite my resolve to obey, when his thumb and finger closed around my nipple and twisted it, it was all too much.
“Yes!” My head rolled, the moan flowing from me in painful ecstasy as my spine curled.
Even his softest touch sent fire and electricity through my core.
“Kora.” His tone was clipped, disapproving. “I told you, don’t move. I see I’m going to have to teach you obedience.”
“I-I’m sorry Master. It won’t happen again.”
“I know.” The Senator gave my nipple another twist, this time a little harder. Not enough to hurt, but enough for me to know. Then his hand was moving again, fingers brushing over the swells of my bosom, beneath the folds of silk to the bounty of naked skin, and down. Down the valley of my breasts. Down the flat-plain of my belly. And down to the string of well-sodden fabric that was all that covered my throbbing sex.
“I’ve been a bad girl. Very, very bad, teach me to be good. I’ll do any… anythi- oh God!”
He cupped my pussy through my panties, his middle finger sliding through the outline of my swollen folds to press down on my clit. I was so sensitive that just that brief contact set off supernovas behind my eyes.
I couldn’t take it. I had to touch him. I needed to grab him, feel the muscles rippling under his skin and lust pounding in his chest. I couldn’t bear it, except the scarf held me fast and wouldn’t loosen, no matter how much I twisted and tugged against it. All I could do was claw desperately at the timber as he traced the line of my sex through my panties with a maddening softness that made my skin tingle and feel too tight.
“You’re soaked. What am I going to do with you, Kora? You must really be gagging for it.”.
“Yes, I—I need it Master. Give it to me, I want it, I want it.” My hips rocked into his touch, desperate to steer his attentions back towards my little bundle of nerves. Fuck, I didn’t care if I sounded like a wanton slut. I didn’t care at all.
He took me and made me forget my inhibitions.
With a look, he’d made me forget all my determination not to fall into such a role. A word from him had reduced me to a steaming mess of sexual frustration. And just a touch had me on the verge of losing my mind. Fuck, I was so close, just a little more. That’s all I needed. Just a little more and I would cum all over his fingers.
“Good girl, you’re being much more honest now. But still so disobedient,” he chuckled, lowering his head until we were almost nose to nose. “It wouldn’t be a punishment if I just gave you what you wanted now, would it?” Hooking his finger under my underwear, he quickly pulled it aside.
I moaned, shaking my head even as I strained to reach him, offering my lips to him in open invitation. “N-no…”
It’s hard to say whether I was agreeing with him or protesting.
Either way, I watched wide-eyed as the senator made a show of bringing his wet and shiny finger up to his lips and sucked it clean. “Mmm… you’re delicious.”
I lost all control at that. My core clamped down in wanton spasms while my hips bucked and my body started to tremble. I was so tight with sexual tension, one good pluck would have me twanging like a guitar string. "Oh God, you’re such a tease.”
“Yes, and you love it.”
“I love it.” I could practically feel his lips brushing over mine, so close, just one more inch.
His hand cupped the nape of my neck, then his mouth was back on mine, swallowing my moan as his finger pushed inside me.
He started slowly, with just that one thick finger hooked forward to stroke the place behind my clit, the broad pad deliciously rough against my delicate tissues. It stirred me into a frenzy as he pushed the digit back and forth, somehow managing to keep perfect rhythm with his tongue so the dual stimulation worked to maximum effect.
Whoever said men couldn’t multitask had obviously never been finger banged by Senator Richard Sharpe.
“Remember. Don’t. Move,” he growled against my mouth in that hot authoritative tone, emphasising each word as a second finger pushed into me and sent me spiralling.
“I… I can’t! I- oh fuck- I’m cumming!” I couldn’t resist it. My orgasm washed over me like a wave on the rocks and had me arching in his arms, straining against my bonds in violent, bucking tremors of ecstasy.
“Oh? You bad girl,” he chided, dragging kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “You know you’re going to have to be punished for this?”
I couldn’t think. My world was shattering as I rode his fingers, the waves rushing over me, growing more powerful. Then his thumb pressed into my clit and I went wild. “Oh fuck! Yes! I’m such a bad girl… mmm… punish me… Master!”
“Oh… I will, later, but for now...” The hand on my neck moved down to the base of my spine, half supporting me and half pulling me against him as he bent down, his lips catching my right nipple and sucking.
His thumb rolled over my clit while he pushed his fingers in and out, in and out, working me into a frenzy. Helpless to resist, all I could do was writhe, throwing my head from side to side, clawing the post as heat and ecstasy radiated through from my core, out to my fingers and toes.
He pulled his mouth away, his eyes dark and burning up at me as he tongued my nipple through my silks and bore down on my clit with his thumb. “You just keep cumming, and so easily, you really have been gagging for it, haven’t you, Kora?”
I was melting in his arms, the very fibre of my being turning to liquid and running down my thighs as my hips pumped greedily onto his fingers and thumb, sensation amassing in my core. “It’s not… not my fau-oh fuck! I can’t help it, you just…”
He licked his way back up my neck, his breathing quick and hungry with lust. “What do I do to you? Go on, say it Kora.”
“You just keep making me cum!”
“Mmm… Good girl, now look into my eyes…”
I obeyed.
I would always obey. No matter what he wanted, I was his. He could have anything. For him, I would do anything.
“Cum for me, Kora, cum all over my fingers!” His words were hot against my lips and the intensity in his kiss as he took my lips made my mind go blank.
“Please… no more… I can’t take it anymore…” I panted when my brain started working again, and the blood stopped roaring in my ears.
He’d made me cum so hard, every muscle in my body felt like jelly and I didn’t have the strength to stand. If it wasn’t for his arm around me, I think I might very well have collapsed.
“Oh, my dear, sweet, innocent little Kora, I’ll never stop.” The dark promise in his tone sent renewed shivers through me, but then his fingers slipped from my heat and I was left feeling empty, and somehow even hornier as he brought the fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “God, you just keep cumming, but you’re still so tight. This is going to be better than I thought.”
Somewhere very, very deep down and far away, a mousy voice in my head asked what he meant, but I was too far gone to care.
He lowered me to the floor, so I sat propped against the bed, the silk tie sliding down the polished beam with me. When he straightened, I found myself staring at his covered cock. Somehow, even confined by his chinos, it looked larger than before, and was clearly visible as a massive bulge straining against the length of his right thigh.
I licked my lips hungrily and, leaning forward, mouthed him through his trouser leg. When I traced the curve of his crown with my tongue, he made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. “That’s it. Such a dirty girl…”
I nodded, much too eagerly. “Yes, I’m a dirty girl, Master. Your attendant. Let me serve you. I need it… I can’t wait any longer…”
“But you will,” he ordered, his lips pressed firmly together as he looked down at me, like a teacher preparing to punish a disobedient student. “You’re mine now, Kora, my attendant, my little toy.”
I swallowed, the very thought of it making me bite my lower lip in anticipation. “And I have to do everything you say.”
“Yes.”
The chinos were undone with a quick movement of his hands and his renewed erection surged upward to stand tall before my eyes, its length thickly veined, the head slick and flushed with colour. With one hand, he angled his dick down to point at my mouth. “So, attend to me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I sucked him in greedily, taking him in as deep as I could, moaning as his salty goodness spilled over my tongue. His cock felt even more amazing in my mouth the second time around, and the way he watched me going down on him, with those eyes dark with lust, only made it that much hotter. I returned the gaze hotly as I pulled back to his crest, then pushed forward again, watching with rapt attention as he pulled his top over his head to reveal a glorious bounty of male perfection.
I drank him in and wanted nothing more than to reach out and run my nails down that broad chest of defined muscle, his light dusting of black hair seeming only to add to his appeal. Strange, I’d never really found chest hair to be attractive, but on him, it only added to his allure. It made him look wild and untamed, and contrasted so vividly with the image of control he portrayed on the pages of GQ.
He was everything I’d ever imagined and so much more.
Spurred on by his little strip tease, I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing as I drew him in. There were no fancy tricks this time. I just went all out and worshiped his dick with my mouth.
Then his hand slid through my hair, fisting and twisting, holding me still as his hips started rolling.
“Yeah… let your master fuck your mouth,” the Senator groaned in a guttural rasp that sent a shiver straight down to the still heat between my legs. “Get me nice and wet for your tight little cunt.”
His hips churned, the circles growing larger, forcing me to take him deep, deeper than I’d ever taken a man before.
This was new territory for me. Whenever I’d given head before, I’d always been the one in charge. It was all part of the thrill, but the senator somehow took that control away. Now he had the power, and I gave in to his commands like a good attendant.
And I loved it.
He fucked my mouth hard, but with perfect control, his pace unwavering. I could feel him passing through the gate of my throat, the crown pulsing and swelling, and it made me crazy with need, desperate to feel him between my legs, filling me up-
He pulled back, withdrawing completely from my mouth. Then his arms were around me and he’d pulled me back to my feet, into a deep lush kiss that had me melting all over again. This was the first time anyone had ever kissed me straight after I’d sucked them, and the idea that he must be able to taste himself was so kinky, I almost came.
And while his mouth took mine, his hands brushed up my arms to where I was manacled to the bedpost. Much to my embarrassment, the tie came undone with a quick tug. However, I had no time to enjoy my freedom, as no sooner had the silk come away than he was spinning me around, pushing me up against the post.
I clung to it gratefully, my legs still a bit too shaky. Smooth and polished to a high shine, the timber felt deliciously cool against my overheated skin. “M-Master, please!”
“Patience, Kora. You really need to learn patience if you want to be my attendant.” His low promise had me tingling all over, as did the way his hands slid down my back and under my silks to the string of my panties.
The delicate fabric snapped like dental floss under his huge hands. Then he hiked my silks up and over my butt and nudged my legs open further with his knees.
I obeyed and leant forward more, raising my ass in the air. I should have been embarrassed, knowing he could see me, all of me, my most private and personal places, but I wanted him to see.
“Ahh!” I gasped as he gave my backside a swat.
It hurt a little, but then the sting dissolved into hot pleasure and I couldn’t resist giving a quick, inviting wiggle. Fuck, what was wrong with me? I’d never been into spanking before. Hell, I was acting like a complete slut, and I didn’t care. The Senator was everything my dreams and fantasies had promised, and I just knew he was going to be so much more before he was finished with me.
“Like that, Kora?” the Senator asked, slowly rubbing the hot spot his hand had left across my right cheek, massaging the heat into my skin. “Want more?”
Somewhere, there was the soft sound of a drawer opening and closing. Then a packet tearing. But I was too consumed by the wantonness rippling through me to give it much thought. It just felt so good, I just couldn’t stand it. “Yes!”
He withdrew his hand, letting the warmth bleed away. “Yes?”
I could feel him. Feel it. Feel its heat licking up my folds before its blunt tip pressed into my little bundle of nerves and fireworks sparked behind my eyes. I edged back, raising my hips to try to slide onto him, only for him to pull back.
For a long moment, there was nothing. It was as if time held its breath for us and the sudden solitude of the moment made my heart thunder in my ears. And I was too scared to move, to breathe, in case all this shattered around me and revealed itself as nothing but just another incredible dream.
Then his mouth was by my ear, his voice a rumble that had my pussy clenching.
“Yes what?”
“Master!” I wailed, pleading. He’d driven me mad, and I was just too horny to care. In all my life, nothing had ever gotten me this worked up. I needed him inside me. Needed to feel his hardness filling me up. “Please, Master… my cunt’s so wet for you… give it to me… please, give it to me-oh oh God, oh fuck-”
There was pleasure, a sudden rush of sensation that spiralled out to my fingers and toes, but there was also pain. First there was a potent and very fiery bite, then a deep satisfying burn that made me ache for more as he slid into me, the wide crest parting my folds, stretching my delicate tissues and spreading me open, then pushing inexorably into my heat.
“Look at me, Kora.”
I threw a desperate look back at him, my mouth dropping open in a long, voiceless cry as he filled me, that first thrust splitting me open and driving into my core. Fuck, I could barely breathe through the feeling. None of my previous lovers had prepared me for this. He was just too much.
“Mmm… you pull that sexy face when you’re getting fucked and your pussy’s so snug,” he purred, grinning down at me as he continued pressing forward, with just the perfect amount of force, until he seemed to have gone as deep as he could go. “Just like fucking a virgin.”
Heat flushed through my body, and I wanted to beg him not to say such dirty things, but I couldn’t get the words out. Then one of his hands was cupping my nape and urged me down until I was bent at the waist, opening me up as he withdrew.
He drew back slowly, leaving me with a growing feeling of emptiness as he pulled out, until just the head remained inside me. Then he pressed in again, his hips snapping forward, and my head rolled back in agonising bliss.
“So-so big… I can’t… too-too much…” I panted, my nails scouring the timber of the frame. This new angle had him stimulating a whole load of new nerves I had never felt before and he was so deep inside me, I could feel him throbbing through the rubber.
“You can, Kora. And you will,” he promised, his dark and cultured voice growing ragged with passion. He repeated the move again, sliding out, then thrusting back into me, then again, and again, building to a rhythm as his other hand on my hip began pulling me back to meet him.
Each time, he went a little deeper. Working inch after inch inside me, until I felt like I was going to burst and was on the verge of going out of my mind.
My body, however, only craved more and pressed back to meet him, my greedy sex convulsing and throbbing, wrapping around him and sucking him in. “M-Master!”
The Senator chuckled at my plea, the sound so very gruff and primal, his hips slapping wetly against my butt as he made me take him even deeper. “Mmm… you feel so good, Kora, your pussy was made for my dick,” he declared, like a captain claiming a newly discovered land.
“Y-y-yes, that’s your pussy… oh my god, yes! My little pussy is all yours, Master. Oh fuck, it’s yours… use me… make me take my master’s cock… make me take it… take it… take it-oh!”
The mini orgasm swept through me hard and fast when he finally made me take him all and his wide crest struck that place deep inside me. He didn’t let me rest or come down from the high, but fucked me through my release, circling his hips in tight little rolls as my walls clamped down around him and refused to let go.
I absorbed everything he had to give me, savouring every thick and gloriously hard inch of him, and craved more. Then his arms were around me, cradling me, drawing me back against him and driving me down onto his cock.
He was in complete control, my master in name and body, and I’d never dreamed someone, anyone, could dominate me so completely. I let him take me, my hands falling to my sides, fisting and balling against the pleasure while my head rolled back onto his shoulder as each curl of his hips drove me up onto my tiptoes.
“Oh, God… oh God, you-you’re going to make me cum again…”
I could feel it building, a hot throbbing knot in my centre and I pushed down, grinding against his cock, suddenly just needing to reach that peak. “Master, I’m gonna cum all over your dick… please… plea-!”
“You’re gorgeous, Kora,” he husked in my ear, his hands moving over me, touching and feeling, fanning the flames of my desire. Gathering up my silks, he dragged the garment from me and cast it aside before one of his hands came up to cup my left breast, plumping it while his thumb teased over my hard nipple. “Now… touch yourself.”
“Master?” I gasped, breathless and close, so close that my legs were shaking with it. I was on the edge. I just needed a little more.
“I want you to make yourself cum, Kora.”
“Master, please, I don’t… I can’t… it’s embarrassing…” I pleaded, shaking my head even as his free hand took mine, and put it over the throbbing heat at my centre.
“Cum,” he ordered, and I couldn’t resist. There was something so illicit and sexy about the feeling of being skin to skin with the senator. It made me feel wild and desperate and I rubbed my clit, fast and hard, three fingers thrumming over the little bud as he continued driving in me from behind.
“That’s it, cum for me, Kora, cum for your master.”
The dual cocktail of pleasures ignited a firework in my brain, and I stilled as the pleasure-shock of it washed over me, shaking me to my core in a delicious whiteout of sensation. And when I came down from the heights, I found myself stretched out across the bed with Senator Richard standing over me.
Breathing hard, my whole being a mass of tingling aftershocks, I could only watch in awe as he loomed over me. He looked so huge and great, so much more than flesh and bone. Like a god.
He was my Hades.
I’d played the role of a goddess, bound and chained for the service of mortals. He’d freed me. He’d freed me, unchained me and taken me to the underworld, his dark realm where he’d brought out all my forbidden and secret desires. Now I was his.
His attendant. His servant.
His Kora.
He didn’t say a word. Just pushed his trousers down his long legs. I didn’t know when he’d removed his shoes and socks, and I didn’t care. I just knew what he wanted and obediently opened myself to him, my eyes riveted to his cruelly handsome face as he came for me, crawling up the bed until he was between my legs
“Mmm… such a sweet little cunt,” he purred, bowing his head down to inhale the scent of my sex. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy since I first set eyes on you, Kora.”
The feeling of his breath wafting over my sex sent a hot shiver of desire straight through me. “Master, I-”
He dragged his tongue up my folds, making my hips jump and I moaned a long sweet sound, before his mouth descended on my swollen and tender clit. He sucked with an intensity that had me clawing at the sheets, my body instinctively twisting away, desperate to escape the too-fierce pleasure of his mouth.
“Stay still,” he growled, the low thrum of his words vibrating through the place our bodies joined and straight to my core.
“Oh, God!” My head rolled as his hands wound around my legs, cupped my ass, and pulled me against his mouth. “Master… please… put your dick back in… I need it… plea-oh! Oh, my god!”
He thrust his tongue inside me, deep inside me, and lashed my inner walls with twirling swirls that quickly sent me spiralling.
I was going to cum again.
I couldn’t stop it. The multiple orgasms he’d already lavished upon me had left me raw and sensitive, too sensitive. And the image of his eyes, dark and smouldering, watching me from between my legs was just too much. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t-
I couldn’t fucking believe it.
I wanted to scream and beat the bed as he reared back, leaving me hanging on the edge. “N-no! Don’t… stop…”
Instead, he caged me with his body, that sinful mouth pressing to mine as the full weight of his desire settled against me. He kissed me for a long moment, his wily tongue resuming its sinful dance, working me into a breathless frenzy before he pulled back just enough to drink in the sight of me stretched out beneath him.
What a sight I must have looked.
When he touched my mask, I didn’t resist. Nor did I try to stop him when he pulled it from me, but nor could I meet his eyes. I’d seen the pictures on social media and google. I knew the sort of woman Senator Richard Sharp liked. I didn’t match up.
He liked blonde super models with delicate features and plenty of ass. Not raven-haired, doe eyed bookworms that made Hermione Granger look like Lara Croft.
I was a realist. I knew the score, but even so, I couldn’t bear to see his look of disappointment.
“Look at me, Kora.” Cupping my chin, he angled my head to look up at him. My mouth was dry by the time I met his eyes, their depths almost black with lust. There was no disappointment there. No rejection. Just want. “You’re so beautiful. Let no one tell you any different.”
Still looking deep into my eyes, he thrust forward.
I gasped a voiceless cry, my back arching at the feeling of him surging inside me, filling me and pushing me back into the sudden rush of a mini-orgasm. It swept through me hard and fast and I was still shaking as he began rolling his hips, pulling back, then thrusting home. It wasn’t fast, but nor was it slow. It was firm and steady, and pushed the sensations coursing through me on and on.
I was enslaved by the vision of him above me, his arms braced on either side of me, his muscles moving beneath his skin, bunching and tensing and powering the relentless draw and thrust of his hips. I watched him in awe, unable to tear my eyes from the sight of his dick sliding in and out of my sex, the condom stretched tight and shiny with my creamy desire.
He was a work of art. A machine built with the sole function of fucking me into oblivion.
“Mmm… no one’s ever fucked you like I do, have they, Kora?”
“No… not like you… no one… oh my god…” My hips churned as I tried to match him, my feet slipping and sliding on the silken sheets as I fucked him back, until he seized both my legs and raised them up onto his shoulders, opening me up completely I could feel him reaching my stomach. “Oh my god… feels so good… so fucking good and deep… I’m all yours Master, your little slut… I’m your good, little, slutty attendant!”
“Yes, you are Kora. Mine. All mine.” He reinforced his ownership with each deep thrust, the delicious friction of it igniting a fire in my head that was melting my mind.
“I just want to be yours. Your good little toy… use my body to make your dick cum… I’m just here to please you… take me however you want… I’m yours-oh fuck-I’m all yours!”
And I was. I was his toy, ready and willing to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted me.
“Oh, fuck-oh fuck- Master,” Orgasm after orgasm began pouring through me, coming on so fast and hard, I could barely tell where one ended and the next began. “It’s too-too much… I can’t, can’t stop cumming!”
“Yeah! That’s it, Kora,” the senator groaned, his head dipping down to nip and suck at my tingling nipples. “Keep cumming for me, baby, milk my dick with your greedy little cunt.”
The Senator was getting close too. I could feel it in the way his once measured thrusts quickened, as if he was racing to get me off just one more time.
So I bared down on him, fighting the terminus of my ceaseless orgasms to wrap my inner walls around him, wanting nothing so much as I did at that moment to make him blow. I wanted to see the pleasure twist him. I wanted to feel all his passion and desire flow through me. I wanted to know that I’d done that to him, reduced the most powerful man in New York City to a sweaty, sated mess. I wanted-
“Oh fuck, here I come!” he rasped, gritting his teeth, momentarily trying to fight the stirring in his balls as he pulled out of me. Without my Master inside me, I felt cold and empty, but then he was on top of me and I forgot all of that. The Senator tore the condom off before fisting himself as he angled the red throbbing crown to me. “Open.”
I did as I was ordered. And like the Persephone of ancient times, who ate the apple seeds offered by Hades and was so bound to the underworld for all eternity, I leaned up, took him in and drank down everything he had to give me.
He came hard, the hot salty build up filling up my mouth and running down my chin as I sucked him through it, his low rasping grunts and moans music to my ears. I swallowed it all greedily, then licked him clean, swirling my tongue around his throbbing crest, then up and down his shaft. I didn’t miss a drop, like the good little attendant I was.
Only when I was certain he was clean did I pull off and promptly collapsed back into the warm embrace of the wonderfully cool silk sheets.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so tired.
My eyes felt so heavy, and the world grew hazy as the aftermath of the most amazing sex of my life settled over me. I needed to sleep, just for a few hours.
“Kora.”
My eyes snapped open, suddenly wide awake. “Master?”
He grinned down at me, one of his massive hands coming down to stroke my hair as his dick stood to attention an inch from my nose. “Patience, Kora, the night’s still young, and I have a lot to teach you about serving the Senator…”