Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
Charlie
M y clothes still stink of Mom and Sadie when I get home, so I strip down to my boxers and leave the rest on the floor of my bedroom. I don’t bother to close the door and head straight for the walk-in closet. The spacious area is lit with dim light from above. It’s a nice touch to calm my stress from the day, but I’m going to need more than that.
A lot more.
I pull on just a fitted gray tank, then head to the back of the closet, just before the floor length mirror. I squat and feel for the slight groove in the floor and apply pressure. The wide false flooring here reveals itself with a soft click, raising up so I can access the ladder straight down. I start to descend and feel a thrill run through my chest as I think about what’s waiting for me in the panic room.
The Sunday sacrifice.
Other than me making my way slowly down, rung by rung, there isn’t a sound in the room. But I know she’s there. I know she can hear me coming.
I touch down to the heated floor and turn around. In the same muted lighting as my walk-in closet, I can make out the familiar space, set up perfectly. The walls of the far right corner are smooth, indicating that the secondary door is properly secured. On the left wall, the surveillance monitors are dark. If needed, the space doubles as a panic room, but Tommy does an excellent job of holding the place down on Sunday evenings.
My attention is saved for one thing.
The sacrifice is waiting for me against the far back wall, her arms and legs cuffed to the giant X fixed there. I don’t ask how long Tommy has them stand there, waiting for me, but the girls are always shaking a little by the time I arrive.
It’s cute.
I walk around the circular platform in the middle of the room to approach her and almost stop in my tracks.
That blonde hair, her fair skin…
She’s facing away from me, nude. I already want to sink my fingers hard into the fleshy curves of her ass, but I need to know if Tommy touched my property without permission.
I retrieve the magnetic key for the cuffs from the wall, just out of reach of the X, and roughly unlock the girl’s cuffs. She doesn’t say anything but quickly lets her arms rest at her sides once they’re free. When I finish with the ankle cuffs, I turn her around.
Her tits are the same size, fat C’s. Anger rises in me, and I can’t keep it from my voice as I command her.
“Speak!”
She flinches at my tone and bows her head, unseeing. I’d rip the black blindfold from her face if I could, but they aren’t allowed to see me. If they feel like they can recognize my voice, that’s their problem.
Good luck trying to prove anything.
“Wh-what do you want me to say?” she whispers.
I turn away from her and relax.
That’s not Lillian’s voice.
So Tommy picked a girl who resembled Lillian for me tonight?
How thoughtful of him.
I grin to myself as I walk away and come to a stop behind the room’s center platform.
“Walk forward,” I tell the sacrifice.
Now the fun can begin in earnest. I actually feel relieved. I thought I’d have to punish my right hand.
I shouldn’t have doubted Tommy. I’ll have to make it up to him.
The girl throws out her arms as she tries to navigate the empty space in front of her. Her torso pitches forward in anticipation of hard furniture. She’s protecting her belly that way and taking little steps, hands groping in the air.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to,” I murmur softly, then creep toward her silently. We inch toward each other until I’m close enough.
I strike at her vulnerable stomach, a quick slap to frighten her.
She gasps and stops, covering up where I hit her.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”
Reluctantly, she resumes her forward progress, this time excessively cautious. I silently return to my position on the other side of the platform and wait.
“Go faster.”
She drapes an arm across her stomach, now using only one arm to detect threats. Then she stumbles and topples over onto the stuffed leather platform, falling hard. I laugh at her and watch as she tries to figure out what she’s tripped over.
“You look like a dumb animal, do you know that?” I snicker. “Climb on top of that platform and stand up straight.”
Her face is already red with embarrassment. Tommy picked a weak one for tonight.
That’s alright with me.
It takes her a while to map out the platform in her mind using her palms, but once she’s sure it can bear her weight, she clambers on top and slowly rises to her full height. She’s as tall as Lillian, the top of her head normally reaching the bottom of my chin, but on the platform, she’s about a head taller.
“Spread your legs wider.”
She slides her feet, which were tightly pressed together, apart on the leather, hardly enough to make a difference. So I slap at her ankles, prompting her to adopt a wider stance, wide enough to expose herself to me. She must feel my eyes on her because her hands clasp together in front of her pubic mound.
I slap at one of her tits sharply.
“Did I ask you to cover up?”
“N-no!” she squeaks out after flinching and wincing. I slap her again for good measure. Red blooms to the surface of her skin.
“Your hands must be itching for something to do if they’re trying to get in my way. I better keep you busy, then. Spread your lips for me.”
The hesitation in her makes her hands jerk up and down. The refusal is but a tremble on her lips that doesn’t find further expression.
She does as she’s told, flushing a deeper red.
Her bare pussy has but a patch of shaved blonde hair. I come close, letting her feel my breath on her skin as I inspect her. She whimpers, her fingers trembling to keep her lips spread. With her clit out there just waiting, I can’t help myself.
I slap the sensitive nub, making her double over and give a small yelp. I don’t have to hit her hard to terrorize her. It’s the not knowing, not being able to see what’s coming.
“Let me see the back.”
The girl carefully tries a 180, but I have to turn her myself to get her where I want her. She jumps at my touch.
“You don’t like that?” I tease, pinching at her hips. She whimpers and squirms, throwing herself off balance as she folds forward. “I’ll let you fall, you better cut that out,” I warn, grinning at how she tries to clumsily right herself.
When she’s standing as steadily as she can, I give her the command to spread again. I don’t know if she’s confused or simply doesn’t want to.
But I don’t care.
“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me. Spread your fucking cheeks.”
The frustration from the afternoon comes back to me at once, filling me with the urge to hear her cries. Her hands are shaking as they fall into position, but she’s moving too slowly.
“Fucking spread your cheeks!” I bark, jerking her hands to her ass and clamping them there. She wobbles dangerously forward and pulls her cheeks apart, exposing her asshole. “Stay bent like that, don’t fucking move.”
I make her wait like that, watching her body twitch and tremble as she exerts herself to maintain the position. I don’t make a sound. Her palms grow sweaty, and she starts to fight to keep her grip. That’s when I seize her elbow and pull her down from the height. She screams in fright, but I catch and steady her on the floor, then start tugging her with me. Her feet trip and struggle to keep up with my pace.
“Can’t you walk right?” I sneer, pulling her to her feet without slowing my stride.
I take her to the nearby black leather couch. It’s one long piece, structured like a wave, with a high crest on one side, a deep dip in the middle, and a shorter crest at the far end. I sit on its high edge, then force the girl to her knees, pushing on her shoulders until she gets the idea. The floor isn’t very forgiving, so her face contorts in pain as she settles.
“You know why you’re down there, right?”
I look at the top of her head. She plants her palms on my thighs and nods her head slightly.
“Good. Then get to work.”
Maybe this is what she’s more accustomed to because she doesn’t need much more direction. Her hands gently seek out my bulge and get ready to release me from the slit in my boxers.
“Hands behind your back.”
She does as she’s told, then doesn’t seem to know what to do next.
“Well?” I prompt. “You gonna keep me waiting?” I force her face against my dick and rub it there roughly. “Start sucking me off.”
She gets the idea then.
Now she’s more like an animal than before as she uses her nose to find the opening in my boxers. It takes a few tries to catch it, but soon, she goes digging into the hole, seeking me out with her lips. I stiffen as I feel her breath on my tip.
“You want me bad, don’t you?”
I feel her tongue swirling around my glans and trying to direct me into her mouth, but there’s not much room to make this happen easily. And I flex when she gets too close, jerking away from her mouth. I laugh as she doubles down on her efforts. I know each breath she takes is warm and heavy with the scent of me. I grow harder, making the job easier for her, and finally, she can take me properly into her mouth, my dick poking right through the slit.
“Here, let me take these off. They’re just in the way,” I whisper gently, rendering her efforts useless. I can’t help grinning. I peel them off, toss them aside, and pull her back against my dick. She tries to pop me quickly back in her mouth, but I evade her, pushing instead into her cheeks, against her nose, smearing her own saliva around her face.
“If you can’t do it, I’ll do it for you.” I grip the sides of her face to hold her steady and force my way into her mouth, pushing her thrashing tongue aside. I don’t stop until she gags and tries to push me away, breaking position.
“You want to be punished? I’ll punish you.” My arm locks like a vice around the back of her head. Her muffled protests vibrate along my dick, making my eyes shut in bliss. Only when I feel her hands stop pushing at me and snap to their positions behind her back do I relent. First I wait a beat. Then I release her.
She launches off of me with a gasp. Ropes of saliva connect her mouth to my dick and coat her face wetly. I let her get in a few breaths before I pull her back to me and shove back inside. She adopts a nice up-and-down rhythm quickly, gliding easily along my shaft. I don’t have to push—she adjusts to how deeply I want to access her throat and takes me like that’s what she was waiting for.
“Suck that dick,” I whisper. “Get it nice and slick.”
I watch her work me up tirelessly, bobbing noisily, working me in and out of her mouth faster. She’s in autopilot mode.
“If you wanted to make me come already, you should have just said so,” I say, catching on to her. Is this how she gets through clients? By sucking them off fast? I know she’s relatively new to the scene—all sacrifices are. But I need her to know I’m not like the rest of them.
I shove her off my dick, making her fall backward onto her ass as I rise to my feet. My hands are on her arms before she knows it, lifting her and guiding her to the curved couch. I press her against it, the high peak of its end connecting with her stomach, and glue my body to hers. My hard dick jabs against her cheeks.
“Let’s hope for your sake you did a good job,” I warn, taking my length in my hand. She doesn’t say anything, but her head whips back and forth in anticipation, agitation making her stupid. There’s nothing to see, and she knows right where I am. But she doesn’t know what’s coming.
I let my tip hunt around for her asshole, and she tenses, noticing I’m not going anywhere near her pink hole.
“Now I bet you wish you had taken your time.” I can’t hide the amusement in my voice. She’s whimpering. Has she ever done this before?
First time for everything.
I feel her puckered hole give way to my slick tip and drive it home steadily.
“Ah! Ss— Aah!!”
The girl can only struggle at the other end of my dick, the refusal at the tip of her tongue but unable to drop free. She fights to catch a grip on the couch, but its smooth surface repels her. So she cries out, wordless gasps and near protests only encouraging me to plunge deeper, getting me harder.
I groan as her tight hole sucks me in and squeezes down on my shaft. I pull myself out an inch before sinking back in, deeper, forcing past her resistance.
“G-gaah!!” Her voice is muffled against the couch.
I start giving her shallow thrusts, feeling my restraint chip away. I zero in on my pleasure and focus on how deeply I can inch my way into her ass. She’s swallowing me up, not ceasing to thrash against me, and I’m losing myself. My breath comes faster as I pick up the pace, exchanging shallow thrusts for deeper strokes, faster jabs.
She’s crying, lost herself in the frenzy of my invasion.
As I realize it, a delicious thrill of pleasure ripples down my back. I toss my head back and pound into her, my fingers digging into her hips.
“Fucking cry for me,” I whisper fiercely. I feel myself getting close. I want to fill her ass with my seed and watch it drip out. I want to see her broken on the floor at my feet, her body aching from me, aching for me.
I know her pussy is wet. She’s making all this noise, but her hands are attached to my wrists, keeping me close. Her back arches to meet my thrusts and nuzzle her sopping slit against my balls. She wants release too, wants it as bad as I do. She wants to come with me buried in her ass.
She looks like Lillian.
With a grunt, I tear out of her ass, stroking my dick fast.
“On your knees, on your knees,” I urge her, feeling myself about to bust. “Open your mouth, open up. Take it, take it—” Just in time, I pop in her mouth and push it in, blasting into her throat as she rushes to swallow me. “Oh fuuck, fuuck.” I release it all into her, emptying myself out, letting it all go. The powerful wave sweeps through me, taking with it the frustration, the pent-up stress, all of it.
I ease myself out and let the girl breathe. She takes in deep breaths after swallowing what’s left.
“You want to come, too, don’t you?” I manage as I catch my breath.
She gingerly sits down, a nearly spent, panting mess, and nods. Revulsion quickly eats at the high of my release. I step away from her and walk toward the ladder. “Of course you do.”
Tommy finds these sluts somewhere, new ones every time. They all want to be taken like this. They want to be animals at my mercy, under my control, savagely fucked until they come.
They like to be powerless, to lose themselves.
Luckily for that slut, I owe Tommy one.
He can finish her off.