Chapter 29
Geneva
Rick turned the wheel, the engine of his Audi taking on a satisfactory note roaring to life as he brought the car up to speed. Heading out from the city center, and into the suburban areas that formed the outlying part of the metro area, the finely manicured lawns and pristine homes began to slip away behind us, until the surrounding countryside hurtling by was almost entirely rural.
The wind whistled past us, the leaves of the trees reduced to a verdant blur rushing by outside as we sped along the two-lane highway. There was a strange tension about Rick’s frame, his grip on the steering wheel tight and determined, but I decided discretion was the better part of valor and didn’t ask about it. Something more innocent was called for.
“Where are we headed?” I asked, my voice betraying an unease that had been slowly growing inside of me since he’d first told me what he intended.
Rick didn’t answer at first, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. “My place,” he finally muttered, his voice almost too low to be heard over the purr of the engine.
“I know that. What I mean is, where is that?”
But he didn’t answer me, so I gave it up for the time being. I’d learned already when he wasn’t in the mood for questions.
I watched as we drove along winding country roads, eventually entering an increasingly dense and seemingly endless stretch of forest.
When we reached Rick’s secluded home in its exclusive gated community, he drove up a long driveway that wound around in front of what I could only term a large manor house. The place was stunning, a marvel of intricate stonework and striking architecture on the one hand, yet still evoking an appealing modern look on the other.
Rick killed the ignition, hopping out, motioning for me to follow him inside. I hesitated for just a moment before taking a deep breath and stepping out.
“You live here?” I said, half to myself.
Rick nodded. “On occasion. Come on.”
It seemed so impossible that someone like him—someone so stoic and serious—would let someone like me inside his world.
But he was doing exactly that.
As he opened the door to his home for me, excitement built inside me. Despite our age difference, our contrasting life experiences, whatever it was between us was something I desperately wanted to work—even though I couldn’t quite put into words what it was I sought from a relationship with the mysterious, taciturn man.
You’re just his toy, remember?
But what did it say about me that the thought of being Rick Trafford’s toy no longer seemed so bad after all?
What it says is that you’re out of your mind!
Inside his home, I found an incredible interior, richly decorated walls in warm tones contrasting with large windows letting in plenty of light. Though the house was mostly empty it still felt lived in, comfortable, supremely inviting.
Rick walked ahead of me, his steps echoing through the halls as he took me on a brief tour throughout the immense place, until we reached what I assumed was some sort of study at the far end of house.
Classical paintings decorated the walls, some of them absolutely stunning in their beauty. The room was decorated in a warm, dark wood motif, the scent of books bolstered by the giant shelves dominating one entire wall. It had to be hundreds of books, and I was intensely curious about what sorts of tomes I might discover in his personal library. But it was apparently something that would have to wait.
For he seemed intent on something quite different from reading.
Settling into one of two richly upholstered chairs facing each other near an unlit fireplace, he propped an elbow on one of the overstuffed arms, its color a pale rust. “Sit down.”
I settled into my own chair opposite him, silence descending upon us once more. I wanted to touch him, to be close to him.
But something told me it wasn’t the time.
“So…”
Rick’s mouth quirked, but his expression was as neutral, as impassive as a slab of granite.
My cheeks flushed hot. I didn’t know what to say, as for the first time, things seemed actually… awkward.
You’re making it awkward. Because you’re thinking too fucking much!
Rick shifted in his chair. “You’re uncomfortable waiting for me like this, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” It was honest. I just wished I knew why.
“We’re going to have to work on that. That’s not going to work for me.”
Great. Just fucking great.
I’d already screwed up. “I-I’m sorry, I?—”
“Be quiet—and listen.”
Unable to resist looking away, I lamented the fresh explosion of heat on my cheeks. His gaze coursing over me was almost a physical weight, possessive, dangerous.
I loved it and feared it in equal measure.
“What I should do is have you kneel naked before me while I go over the rules for you when it comes to being in my house. Under my roof,” he said slowly. “But there isn’t time for that right now. Instead, I think I’ll just have you get naked. Now.”
Oh, shit.
It wasn’t as if being naked in front of the man was the issue. Not at all. But it was the sense of being called out, at being in the spotlight that had my stomach sinking.
Despite that, my nipples were already hard, a hot, maddening tightening of my sex signaling that my body was already completely onboard for whatever the cruel man had planned for me next.
Mortified and deeply aroused, I was frozen in place. Rick stood up from his chair, paused to look down on me with a cool narrowing of his eyes.
Before I could say or do anything, he’d walked away without another word, the door to the study closing—and locking—behind him.
I leaned forward, scrubbing my face with both hands. “Holy shit. What the fuck is happening here?”
I was afraid, yes. But I was incredibly aroused, too. My panties were so helplessly soaked, I was afraid I’d leave a goddamned wet spot on the man’s upholstery.
Thankfully, the door opened a minute later, mercifully sparing me from my frenetic mind spinning off into a thousand million what-ifs about what might happen next.
Then I saw it, my stomach dropping.
Clenched in his fist was a small length of leather, which he shook out to reveal what was clearly a strap or belt. “I said strip, slut. And don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Wh-what?” I stammered, unable to comprehend the shocking turn the encounter had taken.
“You heard me,” he said coolly, his voice carrying just the hint of an edge. “Every stitch is to be off. You have one minute.”
Humiliation rose within me like a flood tide yet even then, I was almost panting with need for him. How had I become this person?
It’s who you were all along. Stop lying to yourself.
I did as he’d told me, completely nude before him yet again, except this time in an utterly foreign place to me. My face flushed so fiercely I feared my cheeks would actually erupt in flames.
Rick slowly circled me, like I was a prospective purchase at auction. As if he intended to brand and tag me once he got me home, to begin whatever evil plan he had in that dark twisted mind of his.
My clit jolted with the imagery, and I bit off a gasp. Could I actually reach orgasm from thoughts alone? Was I really that incredibly turned on?
With him, it seemed all was possible.
All, that is, except disobeying him.
He touched the small of my back, standing somewhere behind me. “You have such a pretty bottom. Display it properly.”
“I… I don’t know wha?—”
Sharp fire slashed across the lower part of my ass, the sound of the strike surprisingly loud. I yipped in both surprise and pain. “That hurt!”
He chuckled softly. “Hurt is going to be a part of your time with me. You’re a smart enough girl to understand that. How much hurt though… that’s entirely up to you. And your willingness to obey, and learn what I like.”
Oh, my God.
“H-how?”
“Bend slightly at the waist. That’s it. Push your bottom toward me, as if begging me to touch it, to hurt it, to use it. I want to know with your every gesture, every movement of your body that you want me. Now do it.”
Reluctantly, I complied, leaning forward, unsure what to do with my hands. I’d never felt more awkward, and yet even that, the humiliation of it seemed to be amplifying my arousal still higher.
“Better,” he said after a long moment. “But you need to be faster than that.”
Another stroke of the leather, considerably harder, sliced into my buttocks and I bit down a cry. “That’s not… fair.”
He struck me even harder, catching me just above the knees, the pain aching immediately, overlaid with an intense sting that seemed to claw into my flesh. “Don’t speak unless spoken to. Understand me?”
Unsure if I should respond, I spit out a quick, “Yes!”
“Yes, sir.” He tapped the leather against my ass, and I couldn’t help but pivot my hips away, instinctively fearing another stroke of the strap.
His fingers took firm hold of my right ass cheek, squeezing harshly. “You know better than that. Present that bottom. It’s mine—and I want to see it. Now!”
“Yes… I’m sorry!”
His fierce tone had my brain completely scrambled, my predicament made much worse by the fact that I feared my wetness might actually drip from my pussy. I feared I might actually expire from that level of embarrassment.
“Not fair is exactly what you signed up for with me. Accept it.”
He snapped another stroke, across my upper thighs, and I yelped loudly at the searing sting.
“I… ah!” I struggled to find even a single coherent thought, the pain in my ass seeming to short-circuit my higher reasoning.
“I want automatic compliance, girl. I command, you obey.” His hand caressed the lower part of my ass. “But you’re doing a passable job learning your place. Your ass is so gorgeous. Bigger and rounder than I would have expected for a female as slight as you.” He gave it a deep, sharp pinch right at the juncture between thigh and buttock, making me hiss with the pain. “I won’t lie to you, though. You might wish you weren’t blessed with such a pretty bottom after I get done with it. Do you think I can make it blush as red as your face, hmm?”
“Y-yes, sir,” I whispered softly, unable to ignore the way my sex clenched at his words even as embarrassment and shame and fear all tore at my heart. “Please…”
“What do you want me to do, slut? I want to know.”
I want you to spank me again. Use me. Take me. Consume me.
The thoughts shocked me. Something was happening to me, to us, though I had no prayer of understanding what it was.
Not yet.
What are you saying?
His soft chuckle was pure arrogance.
What did he want from me though? There was danger there, the air pregnant with it. If I said the wrong thing, if I read him incorrectly, things could take a disastrous turn. I might lose the one chance I’d ever have to learn who I was.
About what I really wanted from a man.
“I… I want you to punish me,” I whispered thickly, shame and arousal lending me courage I’d never dreamed of having.
I moaned softly as his rough palm touched me, fondling my bottom casually, arrogantly. His hand finally rested at my tailbone, his grasp proprietary, possessive.
“You know you’re a beautiful girl, don’t you?”
“Y-yes…”
“You know you’re a slut, don’t you?”
My face flushed even hotter. “Y-yes…”
I swallowed down a groan, my pussy aching, even as I wanted to hide my face at the degradation. I should have hated it, hated him.
Why didn’t I?
Because you’re insane.
His voice held a subtle note of warning. “I didn’t catch that?”
“Yes!” I gasped as the heat of his hand suddenly smacked my ass harshly. “Yes! I’m your slut!”
Rick chuckled softly. “That’s better.”
But he spanked me again, the sharp slap searing the opposite buttock. I gritted my teeth against the burn. “I think that’s enough out of you. On your knees.”
I obeyed so quickly my knees burned slightly against the rug. I was beginning to tremble.
Somewhere behind me a drawer opened, then closed again.
My heart began to pound as my imagination ran wild with what he might be doing.
“You’re a good girl. I’ll forgive your outburst,” he said, his hand squeezing and stroking my buttocks once more.
“Good, good. Are you ready?” he said with a sharp crack of leather against my bottom, the hurt clawing deep into my flesh.
“Yes!” I hissed, wanting so very much to turn and look at him, but knowing he would be displeased by that. It was my surrender he was after.
And I was determined to give him just that.
I spread my legs wide, the coolness of the air against my splayed sex a mortifying reminder of the lurid tableau he was no doubt drinking in.
Insanely, all I could focus on was that I hoped he liked what he saw. Somehow even that served only to spur my dark arousal higher.
“Very good,” he said, his voice low. “Wider. Spread yourself for me. Show me how much you want this.”
I obeyed, spreading my knees as far apart as they would go. The pose was pure animalistic objectification… and my pussy was even hotter, even wetter at that realization.
“That’s a girl,” he said, his hand coming down to stroke my hips. “Now… I’m going to use this cunt you have on such nice display for me. Oh, that pretty pussy squeezed a little there! God, it’s so fucking wet. You’re practically flooding, you know that?”
I swallowed down a whimper, but if anything, I hollowed my back still more, wanting to show all of it to him.
To lay bare the depth of my need.
His tone was pleased. “Very good. You’re learning. It’s all there for me to see, girl, and I will. I won’t let you hide anything from me now. Accept it. This is only the beginning.”
He did something completely unexpected then. His arm reached around me and placed a small object on the floor directly beneath me. It was metallic, shiny.
When I realized what it was, I shut my eyes tight. I hadn’t imagined he could plumb any further depths of humiliation with me.
I was wrong.
“Do you know what that is?” He was back behind me then, his hands stroking and patting my flanks as if I were a fractious colt needing soothing before a brisk gallop.
I nodded, though I wouldn’t dare verbalize it. The shame was too much.
But it seemed he wasn’t going to spare me even that.
“You’re a silly girl.” He slapped my already throbbing bottom gently. “Tell me what it is. I need to be totally sure you understand what I expect of you—and this body of yours.”
“Please don’t make me say it,” I whispered softly.
“Say it, girl.”
“A… plug.”
I moaned as his hands came to rest on my bottom again, his fingertips stroking the line of my labia.
“What is it for?”
“To… to plug my asshole?”
“And why do you think that is?” he asked, his voice soft, gentle. “Why do you think I would want to do that?”
“For… for when you… when you fuck me there. To stretch me.”
“That’s right, girl. Very good. You’re learning.” His hands slipped around my thighs and pushed them still wider apart.
My heart was galloping, every muscle in my body tight. He was so cruel. And yet, my body responded to it. “Please…”
“Please what?”
“Just… I don’t know! Just fuck me!”
I didn’t know why I said it, but it was the truth. I needed him. I needed to know what he wanted from me. All of it.
“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” His hand came down with a sharp, loud slap on my left ass cheek, the pain sizzling my flesh.
I moaned as he spanked me again, the pain mixing with my desire for him. An arousal that shocked me—and made me want more.
So much more.
I was his, already. I was lost to him.
What’s happening to you?
“I’m going to fuck this cunt of yours now. Would you like that?”
“No!”
His tone was playful as he asked it. “No? Oh, should I send you packing then? Call it a night?”
My heart seized in my chest at the possibility he’d actually take me this far—and then end it.
“I… I don’t know. I want you. I don’t know why… but I do. But I shouldn’t.”
“Says who?” His big hand stroked my hair, and the unexpected tenderness of it completely disarmed me, almost paralyzing me.
The man was full of surprises. And if I thought I could figure him out before, I realized in that moment that I was in completely over my head.
So why are you so fascinated with him then?
Maybe that was it though? That very mystery about him, that I couldn’t hope to figure him out… it only made him all the more irresistible.
No matter how bad an idea it was for me to fuck him.
“It doesn’t matter what you want. It’s what you need that matters. And I know exactly what you need.”
I bit off a cry as he laid down a flurry of slaps on my ass, alternating cheeks. For a moment, I did nothing, simply took it, let him do what he willed with me. I didn’t know why. Nothing made sense anymore. I didn’t know up from down anymore when it came to the man.
I reached back to clutch at his legs, though to repel him or encourage him I wasn’t sure.
“Please!”
That if anything, being spanked by him seemed to increase my arousal was perhaps the most stunning revelation yet.
My God, you’ve lost your fucking mind.
His gruff voice cut through my musings. “We’re going to train that tight hole of yours. It won’t be easy. Accept that right now. But it’s necessary, and not just because I want to do it.”
I didn’t need to be told why though. He had the biggest cock I’d ever seen in real life, and the image in my mind’s eye of it stretching me so very wide there sent shivers down my spine.
Unfortunately, it also started a delicious stirring deep in my belly, my clit practically vibrating with it.
I’d never seriously thought about letting a man take me there, but at that moment, under his thumb, my will bending entirely to his… I knew the truth.
When he commanded it, I would submit to it.
No matter how nervous I might be at the prospect.
Suddenly, he forced me over, until I was on all fours. His hands gripped my hips firmly then. “Now though, it’s a different part of you I need.” The heavy head of his cock nudged my left thigh, then slapped against the right, easing across my flesh. “Open for me, slut. You need this every bit as badly as I do, judging by that wet cunt.”
Before I even had a chance to reply, he’d driven deep inside me, his cock like a hot steel bar as it spread my pussy wide. I gasped, my whole body shuddering, my legs shaking. I moaned as he began to thrust.
All the while he took me, I stared at the thick, heavy plug, imagining what it would feel like, the stretch, even the pain, all of it firing my lust still higher as the huge, veined cock pounded mercilessly inside me.
The head of his penis struck my cervix repeatedly, each time eliciting that strange pleasure/pain I couldn’t get away from, and yet couldn’t get enough of.
His hands gripped my breasts, his fingers pinching my stiff nipples cruelly.
He was stirring so many needs, desires, and twisted fantasies within me. With each firm thrust of his cock, driving deep, my will crumbled just a little bit more, any idea of serving my own desires giving way to one single, important fact.
That I wanted, above all else, to please him.
My God, you’re lost.
And perhaps I was, but as long as Rick was with me, I’d have the courage to accept whatever it was that might come.
I’d even have the courage to accept the parts of me that I’d never known existed.
Until the moment a man strong enough, ruthless enough, had made me open my eyes, at last, to the dark, twisted truth.
There was far more to my needs that lay beneath the placid waters I presented to the rest of the world.
Far, far more.
And Rick Trafford was the man to plunder their depths for his own selfish, arrogant needs.
It should have been awful. Perhaps it would have been, for the person I thought I was. That image of myself was evaporating before my eyes, and in its place…
Who is this person?
The old me was gone. In that moment, I knew it, and it both saddened me… and freed me.
All I wanted was… more.
Rick’s thrusts took on an even more insistent, almost brutal cadence, his hands squeezing my hips savagely. “You’re taking all of me, Geneva. This is how it’s going to be between us.”
I groaned as he drove in the deepest yet, my cervix protesting angrily at its treatment.
“Please… please…” My voice was a lost, ragged moan. “Please, sir…!”
Over and over, he took me, until I thought I might lose my mind with pleasure, with the twisted pain that was inextricably part of how he used me so pitilessly.
With one last furious pounding of thrusts into me, he groaned, body tense against mine, hot pulses of his thick, scalding seed leaping forth deep within me. It kept coming, and coming, Rick growling at me to take it, to take all of it.
Then he sagged down over me, and I collapsed to the floor, his weight bearing me down, pinning me below him, his breathing labored. I laid there, his thick cock throbbing and twitching inside me, his seed leaking out, hot slickness spreading between my upper thighs.
He kissed the back of my head then. “You’re learning… sweet girl. You’ve… pleased me. That’s all… that matters.”
And though my pussy ached, my well-punished bottom seethed, my breasts throbbing against the scratchy carpet, I couldn’t help but smile, lying there pinned helplessly under the big man’s immovable weight.
“Th-thank you, sir.”