Chapter 9 #4
My cheeks turn an embarrassing shade of pink as I follow his instructions, humiliated by the wet spot I know he sees on my now-exposed panties as I wiggle my hips left to right in an attempt to open my legs farther.
The thrill of sneaking out suddenly now feels worth his punishment. I tell myself I’m a captive here, but beneath his hard hand is a woman who craves it just as much. Craves how rough, and how taken he is with me.
I look over my shoulder at him, curiosity forcing my hand to see a terrifying man standing at the foot of the bed behind me.
His face angles sharply in the low bedroom light, as the housekeeper left only the bedside lights on after turndown service.
His hair, once perfect and slightly unruly, has become undone as he rakes a hand through it.
I watch his chest rise and fall quickly, noticing that he’s just as affected as I.
It looks as though he’s struggling to contain himself, struggling to hold himself back from god knows what he’d like to do to me.
What devilish whims will he act upon? What horrific acts will he put my tied-up body through?
Will I crumble and, beneath my moans, tell him how desperate I am for it?
Because I am. His control calls to me, and like a fool, I answer.
He sucks in a breath and reaches forward, his touch tender in comparison to the scathing look on his face. He looks angry to touch me, even though I can see his terrifyingly large erection pushing against his crisp black slacks.
I find his tender touch startling, and I gasp for breath, nearly choking myself from being without air for so long. I hadn’t realised until now that I had been holding it in fear.
“Fucking drenched, darling,” he murmurs as he slides his first two fingers into my panties, dragging them along my wet folds. His fingers play, placing soft circles on my tender flesh, forcing lewd and embarrassing sticky wet noises to fill the room from how aroused I am.
I watch him over my shoulder, my thighs quaking at the tender assaults to my soft and sticky wet flesh. After teasing me for a moment, he removes his fingers, bringing them slowly to his mouth, licking my wetness clean from them.
It’s lewd, it’s unbecoming, and yet it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I suck in a shuddering breath at the sight of it, trapping my lower lip between my teeth as my vagina pulses, desperate for more of his soft touches.
“God, you’re a fucking gorgeous headache.” He grunts, reaching forward to tug my panties down my legs. As I wobble a bit, he helps me out of them, tucking them into his slacks pocket, next to his very aroused, very large cock.
Leaning forward, he palms both of my thighs wide and stretches me open until I feel the warmth of his breath on my exposed opening. I whimper at the feeling as I watch him in anticipation over my shoulder, finding it challenging to stay up with my legs spread so wide.
“Imagine my surprise,” he says, voice low enough to make my toes curl, “walking into that room and seeing you unattended…surrounded by men. With only Archie there to keep you in your place.”
Before I can respond, he leans in and sinks his teeth into the back of my upper thigh, just below the curve of my ass. The bite is so hard I cry out, jolting forward. Tears immediately springing to my eyes.
“Ouch, Hayden, please,” I ask, not totally sure what I desire, but begging nonetheless.
I start to scramble away, a mix of fear and need coursing through my overheated skin, but his hand comes down hard across my ass, stopping me cold.
“Don’t fucking move, Martine,” he growls, voice hardly restrained. “You’ve misbehaved enough.”
His voice is pure fury, sending a cold, terrified chill down my spine. My back straightens instantly at his command, my body eager to behave much sooner than my mind.
Submission is what I was bred for, growing up in the social circle I did, with the parents and brothers I had, turned me into something sick. Something desperate for direction. I’m so lost without it.
“This is your reminder,” he hisses, pushing his thumb into the pained flesh he just bit, pushing down hard, “that I decide everything for you. I choose where you go, how you go, and who you’re with. I decide if you breathe fucking air, Martine.”
I want to behave, I crave it so primally, I can’t seem to find any other desire within me. I try to lift myself and keep breathing, shaking with anticipation as my pussy clenches for his next touch. His next direction that I will surely follow to make him proud. To earn his forgiveness.
I’m that desperate for his touch. And I almost get it as he leans in, pushing his face in between my legs, his lips dangerously close to my clit.
“Fuck you smell good.” His voice is low and scratchy, sending a jolt of desire through me.
That desire spreads greedily as he then leans in and licks my drenched folds from my clit to my puckered back hole.
I let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the feeling, wailing out at the softness of his tongue on my needy flesh.
He laughs at my response, breaking away for a moment to chuckle before returning to my pussy, licking and sucking in a way that quickly turns me into a quivering mess.
I’ve never done anything like this before, never been touched like this by another person, and yet in this moment, I know this experience with anyone else would be ruined for me.
His tongue is swirling just right, moving in mesmerising circles, so smooth I almost lose my train of thought.
I rock into his face, the pressure of my upper body on my shoulders adding an added layer of sweet pain. There’s a pressure building in my core that causes tingling to climb up my spine, and I moan because of it.
Just as I enjoy the feeling, I jump with a scare as he tries to shove two fingers inside of me. His sudden attempt at fingering me causes me to scream out, loudly and unladylike.
God, it hurts.
“Shhhh, darling, it’s okay,” he comforts and begins gently coaxing his fingers in and out of me, slower this time.
“I-I-I’ve never d-done t-t-thi—,” I attempt to stutter out, the pleasure being drawn out of me in waves, making it hard to find my voice. It comes out shaky and breathless. I’m a wanton creature enticed by the curious mix of pleasure and pain.
He pulls his fingers from me and brings his palm down on my behind with a loud crack, causing me to choke out a sob. The mist in my eyes from the pleasure and humiliation turns to something crueler.
“No, please, gentler,” I plead, hoping we can return to those soft touches I was lost in only moments before.
“You’ll take as much as I want you to,” he growls, bringing his palm down across the backs of my thighs, forcing a scream from my throat again.
Fire blooms across my backside and thighs, sending a screeching shout out through my lungs.
“I-I’m s-sorry,” I let out a loud cry as he spanks me again, the feeling sharp and hot and oh so painful. I try to scramble away, but it’s an impossible task with my arms bound the way they are. The tears that had welled in my eyes finally fall at his cruel hand.
He grabs my forearms again and holds me down with a tight grip, returning his fingers to the desperately wet place at the top of my thighs.
His explorative fingers cause my sob to turn into a moan, loud and long.
He moves his fingers so slowly I can hardly bear it.
It’s pain, and then it’s pleasure, until it’s both, and I lose myself in the mixture of heaven and hell.
“Oooooh yesssss,” I whine. Grinding back into his soft fingers that are circling my core with expert precision.
“Mmmm,” He groans out, looking at the tears falling down my face, blackened from mascara, leaving streaks in my makeup, “You’re such a beautiful mess for me.”
I moan, the pressure building tighter and tighter in my abdomen. I hiss out as his fingers return to my pussy, pressing inside. It burns slightly but is dulled by the greater feeling of desire.
“This is for good girls, Martine. Are you a good girl?” He growls, working his two fingers in and out of me.
I try to nod my head, but I’m lost in the pleasure of his fingers pumping in and out of me. I rock my hips, trying to pull him in deeper, to try and make him increase his torturously slow pace. At my failure to answer, I earn another slap, causing more tears to pour down my cheeks.
“Look at this greedy little pussy,” he grunts and quickly my head whips around. I look at him over my shoulder, watching him work his fingers in and out, smearing my wetness all around in between his thrusts.
I nod my head, whimpering at the pleasurable feeling building tightly inside my abdomen. It takes me a moment to realise I didn’t answer him, and I jolt forward, afraid of another slap.
“Words, Martine.”
“I’m a good girl,” I try. The tears blur my vision as I look back at him. My pussy is open and exposed to the room as he stares at me, clearly not happy with my response.
He continues to swirl his fingers around my clit, slow and torturously. Pushing me almost to the brink of my pleasure and then bringing me back down again, never increasing his pace enough to allow me to break.
“And whose good girl are you?”
“Yyyouuuuuurs," I moan out as he removes his fingers and leans in.
With a movement I didn’t expect, he spreads my butt cheeks and leans in to take a large lick of my clit.
Once satisfied with his attention to my nub, he begins to lick my entrance, forcing a desperate scream to leave my lungs.
I feel my legs start to shake. Unfamiliar tingles climb up my back, increasing the pain in my abdomen that's been growing, gnawing at me.
This isn’t like how I’ve touched myself in the dark. This is so different and far more consuming.
“Let me taste your cum, my darling,” he rasps against me as his hands palm my ass, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he bares me completely to him, ass still up in the air as he kneels at the foot of the bed.
He turns back to my clit, giving it a sharp nip, shocking me and sending me over the edge.
I let out a yelp as the most pleasurable explosion crawls across my body. I shake and I shake as he doesn’t let up from his aggressive assault on my pussy, dragging out my first orgasm.
“Oh, oh, ohhhh God,” I shout as I try to scramble away from the intensity of the feeling. He licks and licks me through the waves of pleasure coiling through my body. I rock back and forth on his tongue, desperate for it.
My thighs shake as my most tender parts pulse. I can’t get enough of the intoxicating throbbing his luscious lips have caused.
He swiftly flips me over onto my back, and I gasp sharply at the sudden, bruising pressure of my own weight against my bound wrists.
He nudges my legs apart with his knees, still fully clothed as he reaches leisurely for his fly, a cruel, deliberate contrast to my vulnerable, exposed body beneath him.
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth with my teeth, biting it at the sight of him unzipping his slacks and pulling his thick cock out.
I try to push back, scared at the massive girth of him. It's large, red, and almost angry-looking. It’s so hard that the thick vein on it is practically pulsing.
“NO! I’ve never—I mean I can’t—because well I haven’t—” I try to get my words out, but fail in fear of angering him further. He leans forward and, with an impatient look, pulls my panties from his slacks and shoves them into my mouth.