Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
I call the waiter over to pay the bill, and in minutes we’re back in the town car and heading to The Apartments.
It’s started to rain a bit as we drive through the city, the streetlights and lit signs of businesses a blur of color as we pass each block.
It’s warm in the car. Warmer with my hand between her legs again, but I’m doing nothing but drawing my fingertips up and down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, pausing to pinch now and again.
Soon the driver pulls up in front of the building, gets out and holds a large umbrella over us both as he walks us to the doors.
I use my card key to get us inside, and we cross the lobby to the private elevator that will take us to the penthouse.
When the doors slide open I step inside, my arm at her waist, and once the doors close I shove her up against the wall and push her dress up so I can get to her pussy.
And oh, fuck, it’s wet and full of heat, and I get down on my knees so I can dive in with my face.
With one hand on her stomach, pressing her hard into the wall of the elevator, I immediately suck her clit into my mouth, nibbling on it, then biting down on the tender flesh.
“Oh!”
The pain surprises her only because I’ve been particularly gentle this last twenty-four hours or so. But I need to hurt her now. For both of us.
I pinch her labia hard as I suck her clit, and she’s shivering in moments.
I pull back to tell her, “No. No coming until I say you can.”
We both know I’ll allow her to come tonight. That I’ll make her come over and over. Which means pain needs to be part of the equation. I understand this woman, that she’ll feel the need to earn her orgasm, that pain always makes her come harder.
I press my fingers inside her: two, then very quickly three, then four, and start a hard fucking as the elevator reaches the top floor and comes to a stop. The doors slide open, but this elevator is for our use only. It’ll stay put until I’m ready to get out.
“Spread wide, my girl,” I order, and she does.
But not quick enough. I pinch the tender skin of her inner thigh, then her labia, digging my short nails into her flesh and making her gasp, but it also causes a gush of wetness from her cunt.
I bundle my fingers together and add my thumb, and slowly press my whole fist inside her.
She’s so damn wet, and well-trained to this rough play, and after a few moments I go in hard, knowing she can take it, and she’s panting as I fist her sweet, hot cunt.
“Yeah, that’s it, my girl. You can take it. I love seeing my whole goddamn hand disappearing inside you.”
I keep fisting her, pushing against the constraints of her body until she loosens a bit more, making it easier.
Then I lean in and sink my teeth into the top of one thigh, then quickly move to another spot and do it again, deeper this time, leaving my marks in her flesh.
I move to the other thigh, bite down into her skin, then move a bit higher, to that tender spot where her thigh joins her hip, and sink my teeth in until I taste blood.
And oh, yeah, this always fucking does something to my head, and my dick is about to fucking burst. But it’s still somehow not enough.
I slide my hand from her body and stand. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks are burning, and she’s a bit unsteady, so I hang onto her as I lead her into the penthouse.
I stop in the foyer to strip off her coat, then her dress, tossing them on the floor, too impatient to do anything else.
Then I wrap her long hair around my fist and lead her, naked but for those thigh-high boots, into the kitchen, where I bend her over the cool marble island and make her clasp her hands together at the small of her back.
“Stay,” I order.
I go into the bedroom to find my duffel bag and pull out my prize billy club.
I measure the weight of it in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the ridged handle.
It’s black and gold, this one is, with an intricate crest painted on it, and a pair of lions flanking the crest. And I’m reminded of what she said about herself before, about being a lioness who can’t ever go back to the jungle.
Well, this will be our jungle tonight. The thought makes me smile, and the smile turns into a wide fucking grin when I imagine using this on her.
I didn’t even think about it when I packed it, but this little beauty that has never been in any slave’s ass is going to claim hers tonight. My dick is hard and throbbing, needing her. Needing to beat her. Fuck her. Make her come. To mark her in a way that will make her mine.
I stop at the hall closet and grab a small bottle of lube. We don’t use it often, we sadists, but this club is old and my favorite treasure—my favorite other than her. I plan to treat them both well, if roughly.
Back in the kitchen and she’s still bent over the big marble island, her long hair spread over her back and hanging down over the edge of the counter.
I move in behind her and gather her hair, holding it in one hand, tight enough to hurt, and use it to pull her head up for a moment and kiss her cheek, then bite it.
She lets out a small moan, so I kiss the sore spot my teeth have left, then gently lay her head back on the marble.
Moving close to her ear, I murmur, “I’m going to hurt you now, my lovely.
If you need to scream, then scream. No one will hear you here.
Except for me. And you know how much I’ll love it. ”
“Yes, Master,” she replies, good girl that she is.
I move around behind her, admiring her ass.
I love the fullness of it. I like a woman with some curves, and my Giselle is curved in all the right places.
I smack her ass with my open hand just so I can feel it, then I do it again, and again.
A spanking is nothing for a slave of this caliber, but I’m warming up my hands as much as her ass, taking pleasure in the way her flesh gives beneath my hand, in the sound echoing off the hard surfaces of the kitchen.
Her flesh is growing pink, but it needs more, so much more.
I stand behind her with my legs braced wide and smack her ass with the billy club.
This one is big enough to carry a good thud.
I do it again, building a rhythm, then stopping before she can really sink into the cadence, then starting again.
Once more I pause and run my palm over her heated flesh, then give it a good, hard grab.
Her only response is a small sigh, and she spreads her legs wider.
Good girl.
I pull my arm back, lay my other hand on her back just above her clasped hands, and press her down onto the cold marble.
“Tell me you want it,” I demand.
“Yes, Master. I want it. I need it.”
I bend to smack the back of her calf with the billy club. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need…” She pauses to draw in a sharp breath. “I need everything. Please. I need you to beat me. To fuck me. To do every single painful, wicked thing you want to do to me. I need it like I need to breathe, Master. To know that I am yours.”
“Good girl,” I tell her, my dick swelling at hearing her say the words. “Spread wider. I need to open your ass.”
She complies, parting her thighs and arching her back so I can access that tight hole.
I pop open the bottle of lube and spread it over the end of the billy club, then spread more around her asshole.
I notice the shift in her breathing, and I know she’s confused about the lube.
I don’t mind her being confused. Keeping a slave on their toes is part of the job.
I shove my thumb into her ass and start working her, working the lube deeper, and her breathing settles. This one loves ass play—always has. I need to make her come with my billy club deep in her ass. Oh, yeah.
I slip my thumb out, add a good gob of lube to my fingers, and go back in with two of them.
The first ring of muscle draws tight for a moment, but quickly she starts to breathe and her body opens right up for me.
I add another finger, thrusting deep, sliding out, over and over, until I know she’s ready.
Withdrawing my fingers, I spread her ass cheeks wide until I can see that tight entrance, and I press the tip of the billy club to it.
“You know my favorite toy, lovely. You know that while I beat the slaves I favor the most with it, it’s never been used to penetrate a single one.
Until now. Until you. Because you are my absolute favorite, so why not take your ass with my most precious toy, eh?
” I push the tip inside her, and despite its good girth, it slips in.
A shudder goes through her, like a small rippling in her muscles. Yeah, she fucking loves it.
I slide the club in a bit deeper, then deeper still, and the sight of it nearly has me jizzing in my trousers; it’s so fucking hot.
I move it back out, then shove it in again, hard this time, making her gasp.
Back out once more, then a hard ram into her ass, then I start a rhythmic pumping, fucking her ass with my best billy club, and I really am going to fucking shoot my jizz all over her.
Yeah, gotta do it. With my free hand I pull my dick out, and it’s fucking stiff as a pole, the head swollen and dark.
I hold it in my hand, not even jacking m’self, and as I fuck her ass with my beautiful billy club, focusing on the painted wood moving inside her body, impaling her sweet flesh with my favorite belonging, my dick starts to pulse, desire like a goddamn fire raging through me.
I fuck her hard and fast, thrusting the club in, pulling it out, then plunging it inside her again, and as my balls pull tight I arch my hips against her flesh and jizz all over her ass, my body shaking.
Fuck.
Need more.
Need it all.
With the club still buried deep in her asshole, I wipe my jizz with my free hand, and reach up to her face.