by Sophia Gray
“You wanted to be with me. This is me. This is what I like. I want you to obey me. Can you do that?”
His face was only inches from mine as he spoke the words. My heart beat wildly in my chest as my mind raced out of control alongside it. I had to admit I was partially excited by it. The thought of just handing myself over to him to do as he pleased, within reason, was hot, but how far was I willing to let him go and how far would he take it? I nodded uncertainly, looking down at the floor.
“Then I will require you to do everything I tell you. Okay?”
He reached forward with his large hands, pulling my chin up and forcing me to maintain eye contact with him as I answered a bit breathlessly.
“Don’t look down. You are to look up at me and do what I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
My voice cracked a bit as I answered. He had to be able to see the fright in my eyes. A smile crossed his face. The knowledge that my fear excited him that much more only made me warier of what was happening. I could only hope this didn’t go horribly, horribly wrong for me.
“Yes, sir. It is always yes, sir.”
I found his hand suddenly around my neck, not exerting any serious pressure, but firmly holding onto me, letting me know that he was in charge. I felt a surge of pure fear pass through me as he reached between my legs, grabbing a handful of the material that made up my panties and yanking them free of me. I continued to look up at him, waiting to see what he had planned for me next.
“Yes, sir.”
He let go of my throat and stepped back, letting what was left of my panties fall to the floor. I swallowed hard as I watched him begin to unzip his pants and let them drop to the floor, along with his boxer briefs. There was a good reason Jack Knife was an alpha male. He had the equipment to back it up. I tried not to stare at the sheer girth of his cock, but it was right in my face and difficult to miss.
“Have you ever sucked a cock this big?”
“No. I mean, no, sir.”
“Well, I think it is time you had the pleasure,” he told me, sliding the heavy mushroomed head across my lips. “Open your mouth. Suck on the tip.”
I did as I was told, following his instructions as he taught me exactly how and where he wanted to be tasted. I was outside of myself again, pretending this was happening with someone else, someone who meant something to me. I denied the parts of me that were enjoying the way he hardened against my mouth as I flicked my tongue back and forth along the throbbing vein underneath, feeling it pulsating wildly each time I touched it.
“Open wider.”
He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back as he slid further and further into my open orifice. I lost all control as he took over, plunging deeply into the back of my throat as I struggled to breathe and maintain rhythm with his deep thrusts, fucking my mouth roughly as he groaned loudly with each stroke. I could feel him well down into my tonsils as he pushed deeper into my mouth with each stroke.
His hands were on either side of my head, guiding me, using me for his pleasure. I knelt in place, cuffed and at his mercy as he pulsated thickly against my tongue. I felt dirty, and not a sexy kind of it, but that cheap, used dirty you feel when you are being treated like an object rather than a woman. I had no doubt that it was exactly how he wanted me to feel.
He seemed to last forever, enjoying fucking my mouth ruthlessly until he could hold back no longer. Pushing against the back of my throat, he exploded a heavy stream of cum. I struggled to swallow it all, trying to push him away to relieve the pressure of having his thickness packed against my tonsils.
“You are a very good girl, and I’m pleased with you.”
I gasped for breath as he pulled free of me, looking down at me quietly.
“Thank you, sir.”
I was no longer sure how I felt about what had just happened. This was not how I had imagined this playing out. I had expected him to just fuck me and then keep plying him with drinks in bed until he was drunk enough to be a bit loose-tongued. Now he had the upper hand, and I had to get it back. Otherwise, I was relegating myself to endless sessions of being ordered onto the floor to pleasure him while being cuffed.
“I’m going to take your cuffs off for now. I want you to go sit on the bed and wait for me there.”
“Yes, sir.”
I wasn’t sure if I was to keep that up now that we were done with our little role playing encounter or not. I waited patiently for him to remove the cuffs and began picking up my clothes to get dressed. Maybe I could sort all of this out in my head while he was gone wherever he was going. I was caught off guard when he stopped me.
“No clothes. I want you naked and waiting for me when I return. Finish undressing.”
I looked at him for a moment and then lay the clothes across a nearby chair, adding my panties and heels to the pile, before walking to the bed wearing nothing and sitting down to ponder what might happen next. I sat there for almost an hour, hugging a pillow for warmth and considering getting beneath the covers. When he finally returned, he merely sat down and said nothing for a few moments, then turned toward me.
“Did you enjoy that, Janessa?”
‘I don’t know.”
It was about as close to honest as I knew to be. There was some level of excitement, but I wasn’t really able to say I had found it enjoyable to be treated like a common whore.
“You either did or you didn’t.”
“I did. I enjoyed pleasing you. I’m just not used to being treated that way.”
“It doesn’t fit the pretty little picture you had in your head of what lovemaking is supposed to be.”
“No, it didn’t.”
“Sex should be about feeling free, removing your boundaries, feeling free to do whatever you want with one another without fear of judgement or abandonment. I enjoyed taking you like that, watching you struggle to take all of me in your mouth. I like that you enjoyed giving me pleasure.”
“It frightened me. I’ve never given anyone that kind of control, and I hardly know you.”
“I know, but isn’t that part of the thrill? Being a little frightened by what you find sensual? Tell me something, Janessa. Were you afraid of me when I had my hand wrapped tightly around your throat?”
“I was.”
“Why?”
“Because I knew you could cut off my breath at any moment, and I might not recover,” I told him.
“Then why didn’t you ask me to move it? Why didn’t you tell me it frightened you?’
“I didn’t want you to stop. I liked it, and somewhere deep down I knew you wouldn’t go too far.”
“Exactly. I think you were not frightened by what I did, but by the fact that you liked it. If left to your own ideas, you will live a life with men who don’t truly excite you. The sex will be so vanilla you will lose all taste for it. Let me guide you to a different place, Janessa. Let me give you what you need, what you truly crave.”
“Yes, sir.”
I was shaking all over, whether from fear, the chill in the air or both, I wasn’t sure, but I knew that I wanted what Jack Knife was offering. Sexual liberation. There was no reason that what I was doing here had to be mutually exclusive from enjoying the sex, was there? The answer came to me in a flash. Getting attached to one particular biker might net me some benefits in gaining his confidence, but it would keep me from pursuing others.
“Good girl. Now, I want to watch you touch yourself. Turn so that you are facing me as I sit in the chair across from the bed open your legs toward me while you finger fuck yourself.
I bit my lip, looking at him nervously for a moment before finally doing as he asked. I felt awkward at first. I barely touched myself when I was alone, much less in front of someone. My hands drifted across my breasts, my nipples hard and aching. Slipping my hand between my legs, I found that my excitement was already evident in the moisture creating dew on my pussy lips. I touched myself a bit timidly.
“Close your eyes for a moment. Pretend I
’m not here and touch yourself like you would if no one was watching.”
I did as he said, letting my legs fall open so that I was fully exposed to him as my fingers slid into my center, massaging my dripping folds and rubbing my throbbing clit as he watched. The sensations took over as I shut out everything around me and allowed myself to become completely immersed in my own pleasure, bringing myself to several small orgasms before culminating in one so powerful my bodily rocked violently with its force.
“That was beautiful. I adore how you bite your lips as you tease yourself.”
I found his eyes on mine as I looked up at him from where I was on the bed. Though he wasn’t touching himself, I could see the sizeable bulge was once again visible against his pants and felt happy that he had gotten so excited watching me and listening to my moans as I came.
“Thank you, sir.”
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do now. I started to close my legs, drawing my hand back upward across my belly. I was surprised when he told me to stop.
“No, leave your legs open for a moment. I want you to slip your fingers inside of yourself and then suck them clean.”
“I’ve never tasted myself before.”
“You are about to. Do as I asked you to do, Janessa.”
“Yes, sir.”
I followed his order. My taste was very much different from his. He had been salty when he came in my mouth earlier, but my own taste was sweet, creamy. It wasn’t foul like I had thought it would be, and I wondered why I had never considered tasting myself before. It wasn’t as if I was prudish or inexperienced. I just never had considered it as being erotic.
“Now, slip your fingers back inside and bring them to me so that I can taste.”
I did as I was told, approaching his chair and offering them to him. I watched as he licked each of my cum-coated fingers clean and smiled down at me. I knew he was pleased with me and on some weird level I was glad that he was. I knew it didn’t make sense that I could separate enjoying sex with him from who he was and what he stood for, but I seemed to be able to do so. I supposed it was how good women involved with bad men coped with what their lovers really were.
“What do you want me to do now?”
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing and was beginning to feel more awkward than aroused, but Jack Knife was quick to bring me back into his carnal fold.
“What would you like to do?”
“I want you, sir.”
“You want me to what?”
“I want you to make love to me, Sir.”
“Is that really what you want? Tell me the truth, Janessa. I know how turned on you are right now. I can see how much your eyes have darkened with desire. It’s not the look of a woman who wants to be gently laid on the bed and romanced.”
I sucked in my breath for a moment, building my courage. Exhaling quickly and saying the words before I chickened out. This was all new and unexpected, but it might never happen again. I might as well enjoy it to the fullest.
“I want you to fuck me, sir.”
“Fuck you how?”
“I want to ride you. I would to feel your enormous cock buried deep inside me, sir.”
“Then take what you want. You have my permission.”
He held his arms out as if to leave himself open to me, waiting to see what I would do with his invitation. I wordlessly began undressing him, not bothering to take my time. I felt like a wild animal in heat, primed and ready to take my pleasure how I saw fit. I didn’t bother fully removing his pants, just letting them drop around his ankles as I mounted him, letting him impale me as I dropped down onto his thick cock and began pumping up and down.
His hands found their way to my hips, pulling me down onto him harder and harder each time as we both grunted and moaned loudly into the quiet of the room around us. His thumb found my clit, rubbing it vigorously as he drove into me furiously, sending me into multiple orgasms that ripped through my body. It was so intense I thought I might pass out.
I cried out as his teeth sank into my flesh, biting one of my nipples and then the other as I rode him violently to orgasm after orgasm. By the time he joined me, filling me once again with his own bliss, I was spent, collapsing against him for a moment until he finally pulled me free of me and slid his fingers inside of my now tender pussy, placing them inside my mouth to let me experience the way our juices tasted mixed together.
“That was fucking beautiful.”
“Yes, sir. It was.”
“Why don’t you get us a couple more drinks?”
Climbing off of him, I made my way to the mini bar, preparing drinks and returning to hand him one. I had made sure to use most of the tequila in his and very little of it in mine. The part of my brain that was supposed to be here for one reason had suddenly kicked back in and was right back on track, even with my pussy still throbbing from the incredible way he had fucked me.
Chapter Four
“You were fucking off the charts hot last night. Let’s go down and get something to eat. Then I’ll take you home.”
I looked at Jack Knife as he stirred in the bed, propping up on the pillow to look at me. We had fallen asleep for a while before waking for another mind-blowing round of sex that had left me panting for breath. He might be a bad guy, but he was insanely good when it came to sex.
“Sure. Just let me shower.”
“No. I like smelling your pussy when it’s still dripping with my cum.”
“I don’t have any panties. You tore them off. Remember?”
“Even better, I can slip my fingers in and get a bit of a taste of you here and there during our meal.”
“You are a very bad boy, Jack Knife.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet. Last night was just a small taste of what is in store for you if you stick with me. I have a lovely little place that we can go and play.”
“I’ll look forward to future rounds, then.”
“So will I. Get dressed, and let’s get out of here. I have things to do today.”
“Alright. Let me at least freshen up, and I’ll meet you downstairs, okay?”
“Sounds good. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as he left the room. I didn’t have much time or he would get suspicious. I stood looking at myself in the bathroom mirror for a long while before brushing my hair and washing off in the sink. Shower might have to wait, but I needed to at least clean myself off a bit. I felt dirtier than I had ever been in my life and it went far beyond personal hygiene.
Walking out of the room, I was surprised to find myself face to face with none other than D, walking down the hallway with a petite blonde in tow. It was obvious that she had been crying as she trailed behind him and I made a note to get to know her a bit better. Perhaps she was just another one of the girls and upset about something unrelated, but if she was close enough to D for him to cause her emotional turmoil, she might be a weak link that I could exploit to get to him.
“What are you doing up here alone?”
It took a moment to realize he was talking to me. His voice was stern, commanding. Despite his young age, barely twenty-six and only a year older than myself, he was a powerful man. His tone was foreboding and I found that I was a bit nervous just talking to him directly.
“I was just going down to meet Jack Knife for breakfast.”
“Get a move on, then.”
“Okay.”
It was a weak reply, but I found it was all I could manage. I hastily made my way downstairs. The last thing I needed to do was garner the wrong kind of curiosity from him. I knew that seeming threatening in any way to the MC could get me tossed out without a second chance or worse. The only way to stay and play was to keep my head down.
Chapter Five
“What’s up with the chick you were with last night?”
I arrived just in time to hear the conversation between D and Jack Knife. I hesitated, holding my plate from the breakfast buffet they serv
ed at the casino in one hand and debating what to do with myself. I didn’t want to interrupt. In fact, I wanted to hear what was said. I was just afraid to be noticed eavesdropping.
“The new girl? Janessa? She’s hot. Very cool. We had a nice chat.”
“Chatting? Is that what you call it these days?”
“Yeah.”
Jack Knife laughed and glanced up, seeing me frozen nearby. He smiled at me and motioned me over.
“Come on, babe. You aren’t bothering anything.”
D turned just as I took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. Jack Knife might have taken my hesitation as just being uncertain whether to interrupt, but it was clear from the look on D’s face that he suspected more was afoot. He was no fool, and I couldn’t help but be afraid that I was way out of my league in thinking I could take him down.
