Chapter 16 Collette
A new day always began when the elevator doors opened.
Mr. Holdt continued to bring my food each morning.
Exhausted from the hours in complete cold yesterday and then the warmth, I had no idea what to expect next.
Unsure if the temperature had dropped as much as it had the day before, I walked to the couch. Anything could be taken away at any given moment.
I was used to having things taken away from me. It wasn’t really a problem in that context because I expected it. That was one of the good things. I’d learned that anything could and would happen.
He stepped into the room and sat away from me on the couch. He lifted his brow, and nothing.
He wasn’t Mr. Chatty, but he didn’t not say anything.
I looked at the food piled on the plates, and then at him.
“Will you please feed me?”
He didn’t smirk, or act triumphant. Slowly he brought the food to my lips.
The contact from his hands was absent. Why did that feel like such a huge deal?
It was as if he could go through the motions of feeding me without the hint of contact. He could turn it off and on without missing a beat.
No rubbing his finger on my cheek. No touches along my bare skin. They were all gone.
The room felt devoid of even the smallest comforts. He’d given me darkness, he’d frozen me, he’d overheated me, was there anything he wasn’t willing to do?
Loving touches had been given to me, and I wanted them back.
Although, how they could be described as loving when he was trying to torture me?
When his body was next to me, he made no move to enjoy it in any way.
After the meal, he startled me as he began to tell me what it would be like in agonizing detail once again.
“My hard, throbbing member sinks into your very wet and ready pussy.”
A growl rose from his throat. “I leave it there to soak up the feeling as your lower lips pull my engorged cock further inside.”
“Once you’ve adjusted, I’ll move slightly as your nails grip my arms, prepared for the assault you’re about to receive.”
His words brought new sensations and feelings to my body. It was as if he were doing it to me. My body felt each word and responded.
Digging into my imagination, each scenario he described was hotter and more explicit in the details. It was making me ready to combust from the heat of the images running through my mind.
He continued this treatment and after dinner, he left and for the third straight meal, I realized how much I missed his touch. But his words ignited a fire in me and the sexual energy coursing through me needed to have an outlet to escape.
This type of torture was the worst. I couldn’t just call one of the names from my little black book to help scratch this itch. I was back to basics 101.
There was no way to ignore the needs of my body any longer. I stretched out on the bed and began to move my hands toward my breasts. I realized what his last session had done to me.
It had gotten me completely on the edge, and I knew my release was only moments away.
Nipples taunt and ready, I pinched them through the thin fabric of my bra.
A moan escaped, and I was beyond caring if he heard me. Desperate to relieve myself, I needed to find a way to make that happen.
Just the thought of touching myself made me cross my legs. The motion had my panties rubbing against my very sensitive clit. Ready to explode from the thought, I kept a hand on my breast and slid a hand down the front of my cotton panties.
It had been so long since I’d actually given in and taken care of my needs that the simple touch of my finger between the folds of my legs had me moaning instantly.
As my finger dug deeper, the need for more began to consume me. Adding a second finger, I thrust them inside, pausing to reflect on his words. They were like a movie floating through my mind.
His plans to take me replayed. Each time I thought of him making me his in so many ways. I’d been fighting against it with every fiber of my being. I wasn’t something that could be claimed or tagged.
While I wasn’t opposed to him taking control of my body in a sexual manner, anything else just wasn’t an option. His hands on me would be so much better than anything I could do by myself.
In fact, his plans for me seemed to turn me on more, and I opened my legs wider. Deeper and deeper, I thrust before adding a third finger to the mix.
With my fingers darting in and out rapidly, I neared the edge of completion. I pressed harder and faster with a last grunt and growled at the thought of his cock ramming inside me. It pushed me over the edge.
A scream of abandon echoed through the room, while my entire body trembled as I felt the release take over. Unable to control any of my actions or responses, I flopped back, exhausted, onto the bed.
The moment of reprieve of my current situation had a small smile played on my lips.
Breathing deeply, it felt like hours had passed, but in reality it had been less than two minutes. I couldn’t imagine having sex for hours at a time.
Mr. Holdt’s voice came from inside the room.
“That was an amazingly erotic moment. Thank you for the pleasure of watching that, Ms. DeLandro. I appreciated the performance. Anytime you’d like to reenact it, I would love to watch.”
Mortified, I started to cover my bits, but then realized it didn’t really matter he’d already seen everything anyway.
Not willing to be ashamed of my need for sexual pleasure, I dipped a finger into my still wet entrance and brought it to my mouth. My tongue licked the juices off.
I might as well give him something to tease him in the same way he’d been teasing me.
“That was very naughty, Ms. DeLandro. I might have to find a new way to punish you for being so defiant and making me almost lose control.”
This time I lay there listening to him walk to the elevator.
He’d been about to lose control. I smiled in the darkness. Mission accomplished.
Already extremely hot and bothered, I closed my eyes to try and sleep, but his voice came over the intercom, disturbing me once again.
“I’ll barely let you have enough time to recover before bending you over. My hard cock is thoroughly drenched as I rub it up and down your slit. Pink and glistening, it’s simply begging me to stretch it out even more.”
My tongue darted out to lick my lips, suddenly in need of a taste of his cock.
“I’ll grip your hips as I begin to thrust it in and out. Your screams of pleasures intensify each time I pull out all the way to the tip before plunging it back in.”
I lay there listening as he began to tell me about this sexual fantasy. It was so erotic that my body was responding to his words without a touch.
Liquid began to drip from my pussy as I scraped my hands across the mattress, trying to dig my nails in to hold on.
“I’ll continue to do this until I take my thick cock, using your own juices to lubricate my nice hard tip at the entrance of your ass.”
His words had me clutching my ass cheeks together and at the same time wondering what it would be like to be filled in this forbidden area.
“Oh, I can tell you’ve never had anyone take advantage of your gorgeous ass before.”
His words made my body start to vibrate as I envisioned him doing exactly what he described.
It had always been something that sounded exciting, but I wasn’t sure that I could handle some of the larger cocks in my ass. That took time and patience to work up to it. I had always been taught that it wasn’t something that nice girls did.
While I wasn’t a nice girl, I tried to make sure that I wasn’t doing something that would get me a horrible reputation.
“I’ll move slowly at first to help your body adjust. Your virgin puckered hole is calling to me. Gently, I ease the tip slowly inside, allowing you to adjust, but the need overtakes me. I can no longer be gentle. Commanding you to spread your cheeks apart, I watch as my cock moves in and out. Filling that ass in a way you never thought possible. My fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back roughly against me. Thrusting harder and harder each time.”
Moans escaped my mouth at his words as my hips edged off the bed. Aroused, I climbed higher toward that peak once again.
“With each thrust in your ass, I’ll take my hand and lay it across your ass with a hard smack.”
Only one man had tried to slap my ass, I couldn’t help laughing when he’d done it. Not something that I’d wanted to have repeated because it hadn’t felt nice, I knew that Mr. Holdt would make it an experience that I wouldn’t forget.
“At first, you move your hands to stop me, but I reach underneath and pinch your nipple. Your hands flail and you try to move in a way that I won’t be able to reach you again, but I’ve simply done it to have access to spank you as I please.”
I groaned as his words vibrated through me as if he had actually smacked my ass. My body responded each time to his voice.
“Smack.”
“Smack.”
I could feel each thrust as I dug my fingers into the bed holding on for dear life. If we ever actually touched each other, I was going to come unglued.
“You like that, which is why I start on the other ass cheek until they are rosy from the force of my hands.”
My breathing grew heavy, and I knew at that moment, if he had touched me right then, I would have come apart.
“Harder and harder, timing my thrusts with each slap of my hands until you’re ready to come. In that moment, I’ll reach around and pinch your nipples again until you crest the ridge.”
I came unglued as my body rose off the bed.
“Fuck.”
The moans of pleasure from my lips shocked me. At the same time, they excited me, and I began to thrash on the bed, the need for release building intensely.
“I’ll slowly pull almost all the way out before thrusting roughly again. Your ass taking all of my length, ready to keep you hovering on the edge. Only to slow down and tease you as I barely move in and out.”
“More,”
I gasped. “I need more.”
Anger filled me as I hung on the balance. I hated him, and didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but at the same time I was unable to stop from asking because my body’s reactions were beyond my control.
“Oh, I’ll give you more. My dear Colette.”
His voice spoke my name as if it was a caress.
The use of my name in a familiar tone caused me to spontaneously fall over the edge as I began to scream.
“As your release begins, I’ll thrust hard and deep, making it last longer and longer until I come as well. Your ass filling with my seed, as I respond to your body’s tremors. Deep and full of my cum, I’ll pause until your breathing slows.”
“When you can handle my withdrawal, I’ll slide out, leaving my cum dripping from your ass as a reminder of who you belong to.”
I guess if he had really done it, taking his hard cock from my ass, I imagined his cum leaking out and running down my leg.
Shocked at how intensely his words had brought me to a climax. The edge of the cliff I’d been on had been a high free fall.
I’d come without him actually touching me or even touching myself for that matter.
The only sounds in the room were the sounds of my heavy breathing as I tried to regain control.
My body and the wet spot underneath me were testaments to how deeply I was affected by his voice.
The silence spoke volumes.
Slightly unused to speaking over the past few days, my voice sounded huskier.
“Thank you.”
I couldn’t stand to not be polite. It had been ingrained from years in the foster system. Those with manners were treated slightly better than those who didn’t use them.
“Remember, you chose this.”
His words came out a bit sharper than normal. I didn’t cringe as much.