She welled up. Her bottom lip quivered. She was about to cry. I wasn’t a fucking rapist for Christ’s sake.
I threw her clothes at her and marched to the door and opened it. I had no idea why I had become so furious. She had no idea why I had brought her here. And I damn well knew it. “Goodbye, Victoria. Leave. Now.” And I slammed the door after me. Anger engulfed me. And I felt that something again, a pang, a pang of longing, desire, a pain in my gut. Guilt? Fuck.
Chapter Two
I sat at the kitchen table on the phone when she walked in only fifteen minutes later.
“Hold on a minute,” I said into the phone. I looked at Victoria. “Ralph will take you home.” And I went back to my conversation, ignoring the beautiful woman in front of me, out of my grasp. “Then I don’t give a shit. Buy the whole building, knock it down if you have to, but get them out of there. We will not show any mercy to these assholes who support the tobacco industry. No. Mercy. They had their chance.”
She didn’t move.
“Mark, I’ll have to call you back. “I glared at her. Even with swollen eyes, her beauty struck me, so natural, so unassuming. “What is it, Victoria? Leave. Now.” Even I was shocked at how displeased my tone sounded. What was causing such mood swings in me? I could easily just find another personal assistant.
Still, she didn’t budge.
“Are you hard of hearing? Goodbye. Get the fuck out. Be on your way.” I got up to stand in front of her. My voice was loud, angry.
And then the tears began to stream down her face.
Jesus! What was this? I had had at least fifteen different personal assistants. Why was she any different? Why did I care? Maybe because a part of me knew I wasn’t playing fair with this one, that I had lured her, perhaps even tricked her. Most of my personal assistants went through a grueling interview process, after Jennifer did a serious vetting. But I had skipped all of this. I was breaking all my own rules, going off script, abandoning years of what had worked for me to stay sane, safe, and for what?
Damn it if I knew, but I instinctively found myself embracing her, holding her as she cried into me, and I let her. It was perversely sweet. I pushed her away from me and held her face between my hands to look at me. “Leave, Victoria while you can. I am not a nice man. I will hurt you. I want to. And I don’t mean physically. Now go, and don’t look back.”
“I don’t have anywhere to go.”
“What? Why? Go back to your apartment. Your waitressing job.”
“I gave them up. My landlord said I was breaking the lease, that if I left, he would never take me back. And that he was going to kill my credit. And when I asked to leave my job, they told me that they were relieved because they were hoping to retire, that the only reason they were postponing it was because of me. They were worried about me. Please. I have nowhere to go now. I have no one.”
Oh Christ. I pressed my forehead against hers. Her dependence on me would be the death of her. I knew this deep down, and yet, I wanted her even more. The thought of her dependence on me both aroused and worried me. “I will hurt you, Victoria,” I repeated, whispering, and even as I said it, my cock bulged.
“Let me work for you. Please. Just let me work for you. Just for those three months. I need a job.”
“Victoria, it is you I want. I want you to be mine. Unequivocally. At my beck and call. I want you to put my pleasure before yours. I want to own you, body and soul. I want you. Right. Now.”
“Yes,” she panted into me.
I couldn’t have stopped now if I had wanted to. I had no more will power.
“Upstairs. Now. Naked. There seems to be no need for exams. I am going to deflower you, Victoria. You’re going to beg me to do it. And you’re going to like it. I’m going to like it. If this upsets you, leave. Now. I cannot stop myself.”
She turned to go up the stairs, and I followed her. She entered the room that would be hers. She shook violently, and it got me harder.
I cornered her on the bed. “I like to tie women up, Victoria. I like to torture their bodies with delicious mercilessness. You will be no different. Do you understand me?” I still offered her a way out.
“Yes,” she breathed, and I knew she had no idea what she was getting herself into. And I didn’t care in that moment, even though something kept gnawing at me to stop for the first time in my adult life. She was going to be mine, and it was going to crush her to death, but I simply couldn’t turn back now. I had to have her.
“First, I will show you how much pleasure I can bring you. I am going to allow you as many orgasms as you’d like. I will show you this pleasure only to withhold it from you later, to torture you and tease you until you’re begging me and pleading with me and promising me anything and everything to have it again. And only my whims will determine your fate. And I’m a cruelly capricious man, Victoria.”
“Yes,” she said without caution.
“You know not what you say, Victoria, but you are a grown woman. I have warned you. My conscience is clear.” As I heard myself speak, I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince.
With that, I removed every last stitch of her clothing as I kissed the overactive pulse on her neck. I drew a finger up and down her slit, tickling her folds, listening to her moans. I nipped her nipples with my teeth as she arched her back up to meet me, letting out whimpers when I stopped. I played her body like a fiddle. “Stay still,” I ordered. She was flailing like a fish, and it made me too hard, too fast.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” I teased, continuing to stroke her ever-wet slit, up and down, sucking on her nipples, her tits engorged.
“Let me feel you,” she moaned. “I’ve thought of nothing but you since I first saw you all those months ago. I want you. I want to lose my virginity. To you.”
I smiled at that. Her words made my cock throb and ache for her.
“Please,” she begged again.
I pushed her down onto the bed, spread her legs, and gently inserted a finger into her, finding her g-spot immediately as she tensed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moaned, long and loud, so unrehearsed, so full of yearning. She was extremely tight, but oh so wet, and it made my cock twitch just thinking about being inside her.
I slowed down, not wanting her to tip too soon. She gripped my bicep muscles tightly, her fingers leaving marks on me. God she was going to be so malleable and easy to toy with, to torture, to tease. She was so receptive. She would be mine to mold, only mine. The thought of taking her virginity, her innocence, made my cock pulse with a need I had never felt. I almost couldn’t control myself.
I drew myself down her body and positioned my head between her legs and began licking her clit in light circles, keeping one finger rubbing inside her. She removed her hands from my biceps and gripped my shoulders instead. She screamed out. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” She sounded scared, unsure, surprised even, but painfully needy, these feelings new and foreign to her.
“Sssh,” I ordered. “Stay still. Slow down. I am not letting you get your pleasure so quickly. Calm down.” I was speaking to her as much as I was speaking to myself. I had never been this turned on so quickly. Ever.
She whimpered again, and I looked up into those eyes, pleading with me, filling up with tears, and I let her tip over the edge. I couldn’t help but to cave into her needs. I wanted to see her satisfaction. Tonight I would please her over and over. I had gotten pretty fucking good at pleasing women, and the more I learned to please, the more I could use it to mold, to control. But I couldn’t deny how much I enjoyed watching her unravel and find her pleasure under me, her face flushed, her lips so full I wanted to kiss them until they were bruised.
“Come for me, baby,” I coaxed, as she exploded on my tongue, panting, moaning, continuing her oh my god mantra. I lapped at her juices until she stopped shaking, and then I rolled her over onto her stomach, cupping her chin in my hand to turn her to look at me. “Did that feel good?” I couldn’t help but sm
ile into her dark, emotional eyes.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh god. Yes. What was that?” It was so sweet, so unplanned, so innocent. My cock wanted to rip her open, tear her pussy to shreds, along with her heart, I reminded myself, but I controlled it.
“That, my sweet, is an orgasm. And I plan to give you more of them.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and a tear rolled down her cheek, and I wiped it away with my thumb. “Yes,” she whispered.
We took a short respite, as I lightly stroked her back to soothe her before round two. She was shaking, searching the depths of my eyes for answers, for reassurance, for something to calm her nerves. But I liked her unease. It got me off. I couldn’t help it. I yearned for the control it gave me. But I didn’t want her scared. That was never the goal. I wanted her trust. “Breathe, Victoria. We’ve only just begun.”
When she seemed sufficiently relaxed, I flipped her over, gently, and began to kiss every inch of her body. Watching it sing for me. I could hear the rapid pace of her heartbeat along with her shallow breaths. She tasted every bit as delicious as I knew she would, as I left indelible, soft kisses up and down her body, finally staying down below her waist for an obscene amount of time. I tickled her clit with the tip of my tongue, over and over, lightly, at a tortuously slow rate, and her moans brought a broad grin to my face.
Finally, I moved up to her breasts and flicked and licked her nipples softly as my fingers gingerly trailed along the rounded flesh. She began to beg me, squeezing her legs together for relief, release from the tension building inside of her again.
“Please,” she pleaded.
But I continued to play with her large, round tits, never removing contact one way or another from her nipples. I loved how each time I touched a nipple I could see the sharp pain of desire it sent to the bundle of nerves between her legs.
“Oh god,” she groaned. “Please. This is tortuous. I need you to…”
“No. Not yet.” And I continued to play with her nipples, licking them and pinching them more roughly, alternating to lightly touch them with a feather’s touch. I loved how sensitive they were; I had longed to play with them for far too long.
She was writhing. “Stay still if you want me.”
I loved knowing that I was the first to make her feel this way that her orgasms were mine to claim. I loved her responsiveness, her sensitivity to my touch. I wanted it to last. The effect I had on her was making me too hard. Knowing I was the first to take her was an aphrodisiac I never thought possible. Unnatural, possessive thoughts crossed my mind, as I teased her. She is mine.
I fought to remain in control. I wanted to be unforgiving to her right then. Torture her. Not let her tip over into orgasm. I couldn’t help it. It was the sadist in me. I was learning her body, learning what she liked. I wanted to take her virginity and please her, to give her over to me, to make her addicted to me, vulnerable, helpless, lost in the moment. I wanted to own her completely. It was irrational but I couldn’t help it.
“Please,” she said again, and I couldn’t help myself, as I continued to tease her nipples, suckling tightly around each peak. “Please make this ache go away.”
“Get used to this baby. You will have the next three months of begging ahead of you. I will see to that. I am going to torture you with your full permission.”
“Please!” She whimpered, struggling for air. “No more teasing. Do what you did to me earlier…please.”
“Maybe. When I think you’re ready.” I smiled at her and didn’t stop.
“I’m ready.” She arched her back and squeezed her legs so tightly, I wondered if she was going to find an orgasm that way.
“You’re a little sneak,” I teased. And then I stopped all contact with her. She groaned so deeply, it was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain.
I stared into her watery, pleading eyes. I smirked down at her helplessness, as she panted, and it only pushed me on. My cock was a pulsating throb that wanted to rip her in two. I carefully put a condom on and slowly positioned it at her dripping, wet entrance. “Beg me again.” I knew I was being a bastard.
She shut her eyes, embarrassed, as I stroked the head of my cock up and down her pussy.
“Beg!”
“Please,” she conceded. And I smiled.
I entered her, first slowly. She was so fucking tight, I almost came immediately. I took my time, and I twirled her nipples, hard, ferociously and her pussy clenched around me. I pushed in a little harder and a little faster, and she screamed out my name. It almost made me blow my load.
I flipped her over. “All fours, Victoria,” I ordered.
“What? Oh my god.” She was nervous.
“Did I stutter? Now.” I grew impatient. “Do not worry, Victoria. I am not going to take your virgin ass…not yet anyway.”
She complied, anxiously. Her body quaked.
“Does this embarrass you?” I teased her by putting the head of my cock against her opening motionless, holding her by the waist with one hand while I slowly began a soft tickle on her clit with the other. “Are you embarrassed at how much you like this?”
She could only moan, trying to push back against my cock. I smiled at how I had already made her addicted to orgasms.
“Would you like me to make you come again?” I put more pressure on her clit, and I could feel her body tensing.
“Answer my questions.” I stopped contact with her clit and began stroking the head of my cock against her wet, hot slit, up and down. The heat was almost unbearable for me to stop myself from driving my cock deep into her. The tightness I would feel yet again was overwhelming me as well.
“Yes,” she finally said.
“Yes, what?” I lightly tickled the tip of my finger around and around her swollen bud of nerves, never touching it, drawing back her juices to the opening of her little puckered anus. She fretted fitfully.
“Yes, I’m embarrassed,” she moaned as I continued my torture. “Yes, I want to come again. Oh, William,” she panted. “Please. Please.” Her breathing was taking on a life of its own.
“I like to hear you beg. You’ll come to understand at least that about me, my sweet, little Ms. Rose. The more you beg, the more I like it.”
And I thrust only half my cock into her from behind, and she came almost immediately, hard, screaming my name. I pulled out and then back in, trying fruitlessly to slow down, not to push too hard into her virgin pussy. As wet as she was, I still wanted to make sure that her first time didn’t hurt too much. I wanted her delirious with desire for me.
I held her in place, pumping into her, as I alternated between pinching her nipples and clit. I whispered into her ear, “You’re in trouble, baby. I know all your secrets now. And trust me, I plan to use every one of them against you.”
She shuddered and I felt her come again against my dick. She gripped my cock tightly with her muscles, contracting fiercely. Jesus.
“Oh god,” she moaned. Her body glistened with sweat.
“You like how I’m controlling your body. Your body craves it. I knew it would.”
With that, I thrust my cock into her two or three more times and unloaded into her.
Before I could begin again, force another orgasm from her, she sighed and curled herself into a contented ball in my arms. Somehow, I was holding her. Jesus Christ. I carefully removed my condom and reached over to place it into the trash bin, taking care not to wake her.
Her body lay there for my perfect perusal, beautiful, unscathed of any imperfections, except for the little amount of blood between her legs from what she just gave to me, from what I took from her. Her hair lay in damp curls, long, luxuriously long, so naturally light, matching the sexy-as-hell mound of hair between her legs. I studied her face. No make-up, just smooth, white, flawless skin and dark, long eyelashes that almost looked as if they weren’t real. Her eyebrows were closer to the color of her hair but so light, they were barely visible. The contrast with her eyelashes was almost disturbing
in an ethereal way. And her lips. Jesus. Plump, soft. I kissed them softly inhaling the musky scent of her hair, as she moaned into me. I watched her fall asleep. I shook my head. Christ, I mumbled. What the fuck was I doing?
I got up and left her there to go downstairs to my master suite to take a shower. I had a date that night and had almost forgotten. I needed to get back on track. Why was she affecting me like this? She needed to learn her place. Tomorrow I would let her know that she was no one special, that she was simply my personal assistant, one of many.
When I was done my shower, I asked Jennifer into my office. She came bounding in, her short-cropped brown hair barely moving. For as long as I could remember, we had been friends.
“I need you to see to my new personal assistant. She needs an exam, tests, though I’m pretty sure she was a virgin…and…”
She gasped, cutting me off. I paid Jennifer a very competitive salary so she could work for me, even though she was a brilliant physician and business woman in her own right. But at the bottom of it all, it was because we were close friends, long-time friends; in fact, she was the one person I trusted completely. She was my confidante. My one true friend. And we had made a pact.
“Don’t give me that look. Don’t give me your bullshit diatribe. She was conscious. She is a grown woman. She knows what she’s getting into.” And even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t quite true.
Jennifer clammed up.
I glared at her to make sure she stayed that way. “In any case,” I continued, “she needs clothes. She has none whatsoever. She is sound asleep right now. Don’t wake her. You can check her sizes on her waitressing clothes so that she has some casual clothes for around the house and this weekend. She has underwear and a bra as well up there, so check the sizes and then tomorrow you can do the full service.”
“Sleeping? And you’re just going to leave her there on her first night? After her first…”
I cut her off rudely. “Yes, Jenny. I have a date tonight. I promised Olivia I’d escort her to her fundraising gala. Do you have a problem with that?”
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