I climbed onto the bed and slowly lifted the white fabric to expose her now bare pussy, and damn her if I didn’t already see moist drops between her legs. She was so ready. So submissive. Unfortunately, she was ready for the wrong thing.
I stroked her moistness, softly, gently, with all my fingers, watching her face go from a pale, fearful hue to a flushed, heated pink. I smiled.
“You are here,” I said simply, never taking my eyes off of hers, never removing my gentle stroke from between her legs. “Wider,” I ordered.
She hesitated and took a deep breath. But she moved her legs slightly wider apart, moaning, allowing me full access to touch her ever-ready pussy.
“Victoria. You are here, which means you’ve decided to stay, which in turn means you will obey me or face consequences. I have had many personal assistants. I don’t tolerate insubordination. Have you read the contract closely?”
I stopped touching her so she could concentrate. I could tell she was finding it hard to think as she lay there almost naked and vulnerable, while I remained fully clothed in a blue button-down blue shirt and jeans.
She squeezed her legs together in tandem with her eyes, realizing how she had fallen into my trap so naturally.
“Keep them open for me.” Her eyes opened. “Your legs,” I ordered. I knew she throbbed already. “Or I will punish you.”
I saw her struggling to breathe. She was just so fucking unhinged, excited…mine.
“Well? Shall we begin? Are you fully aware of your status? My expectations?”
“Yes,” she admitted, guiltily, cautiously.
“Good,” I let her lie there, propped up against the pillows, legs spread, and didn’t touch her. I wanted to look at her before she was panting and sweating and begging me to stop, begging me to continue. I was feeling more like myself, more like the William I had come to know. In control.
She couldn’t keep still. “William,” she whispered. It was clear she felt embarrassed, that she knew exactly who and what she was and agreed to be, had accepted it.
“Stay still.” I lifted her gown even higher, just exposing the rounded bottom of her breasts.
What a sight to breathe in for me. Though she was small, each part of her body held definition, subtle strength. Her pussy lips were perfectly outlined, small, unblemished like the rest of her, making me want to lap at her long and slow and incessantly. Her legs were lean but muscular if not short, and her tummy was smooth and white and flawless, taut under her engorged, ridiculous tits. But even with all this smoldering sex appeal, my eyes were always drawn back to her face, her eyes. They held so much emotion. Even right then, they pleaded with me.
I was pitiless, taking my time, dissecting every part of her body, without touching her. She struggled to stay still. “If you squirm one more time, you will regret it. Save your squirming. I just might let you.” God I wanted to torture her. Tease her. Watch her squirm out of desire for me. I just couldn’t help it. I needed to feel the peace that control brought me.
“Pull down your straps. Let me see your breasts. Not a moment’s pause. From this moment forward, you will do exactly what I ask, when I ask it. No. Hesitation. Do you understand?”
She nodded and let her breasts heave out over the lace, white fabric. They were almost the same color white. Just exquisite really. Pure. Untainted. Soft as silk to the touch.
“Good,” and I smiled.
She tried to stifle her moan.
“And how about not moaning either? No squirming and no moaning. I haven’t even begun. Surely, you can follow simple rules, Victoria. Or are you looking for your first punishment?”
She sucked in air, and then slowly exhaled it, her nerves apparent as the air expelled from her lungs, shaking uncontrollably.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. This was fun. I wanted her to fail. She just didn’t know that.
“Your breasts are beautiful, Victoria. You do know that, right? Do you know just how absolutely beautiful you are? It almost makes me weak. Almost.”
“Oh god, William.”
“Do you? Do you know how beautiful you are?” I repeated.
Her embarrassment was almost too much for her to bear. “No,” she whispered. “And I’m not sure I believe you. I’m sure you say that to all your personal assistants.”
“Aww,” I teased. “Jealous again, Victoria?” Why did that somehow turn me on? I liked knowing she was jealous, and I really liked knowing that I was her first, that I had nothing to be jealous about.
She just closed her eyes, even more embarrassed. I couldn’t help but laugh. Her beautiful innocence was so unguarded.
Victoria was struggling to stay still, not to moan, as I traced the outline of her soft, tender breasts, lightly, tickling them slightly. She was biting her lip and squeezing her fists. She was really trying. I wasn’t going to make it easy for her to follow my rules. In fact, I couldn’t wait to punish her, to feel fully back in control.
“Oh believe it, Victoria. You are quite beautiful. But perhaps because you don’t realize it, it makes you even more attractive to me.” I paused to stare into her tormented eyes. “But honestly, Victoria, twistedly, perversely, your unchartered beauty only brings out the sadist in me. Do you know why?”
She struggled as I honed in closer to her nipples. They were peaked so hard, I couldn’t wait to lick them, suck them. Instead, I just started to blow on them.
Her breathing was becoming short, shallow. She squeezed everywhere without moaning and squirming, pulling the sheets into her fists, biting her lip harder, tensing her legs, but keeping them apart as ordered.
“Careful,” I teased, continuing to blow my hot breath onto her nipples. “I don’t want you to draw blood from your lip. I may be sadistic, but blood is not my thing.”
“William,” she exhaled, shaking. “Please.”
I licked one of her nipples and she whimpered. “Wi-lli-am.” Her voice was a tremor.
“How about no noise at all? Yes. Be perfectly quiet. Do you think you can obey, Victoria?” I started to lick in earnest.
She took in short, fast breaths, trying to contain herself. She squeezed the sheets tighter as I tortured her. I was impressed with how hard she was trying. She was uneasy about what I might do. She had clearly read the contract. And she had signed it. The ways in which I could punish her were plentiful and creative. I liked that she actually thought she had a chance. But she didn’t have a chance in hell.
“You can answer my question. I give you permission to speak. Do you know why your beauty makes me want to torment you more?”
“No,” she breathed forcefully, using the free pass I gave her.
“There isn’t a reason,” I toyed, bringing my fingers over her belly, making my way down ever lower, hovering above touching her where I knew she wanted me to. “I am just cruel. There is no other reason. And right now, I like being cruel to you. Your beauty beckons me to be.”
I heard her inhale and then her eyes started to well up from the pressure of staying still, from the pressure of not being able to release any sounds. She knew she was going to lose the battle. I wanted her to. I was being unreasonable on purpose.
“Poor thing.” I licked her nipples and twirled my fingers over her belly when she started to wiggle and move uncontrollably. “Aaah. I just discovered another secret. You are ticklish.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her predicament. “And you, sweetheart, are in trouble. How will you ever be able to stay still if I choose to tickle you? I think we should find out.”
She let out a sigh so loud it really made me laugh.
I couldn’t resist and took one hand, spread her pussy wide open, and rubbed my pointer finger up and down her slit. I laughed harder at her predicament. She was so wet. So hot. So needy. “You are sopping wet.”
She moaned, pushed her hands down onto mine and whimpered, “Please, William, please.”
Again, I just couldn’t hold in my laughter. “Okay, baby. One more time. Quiet and still. Obey or face the cons
equences. Your choice.”
She tried to control her breathing as I waited.
“Good girl. Spread your legs. Wide.” I smiled down at her.
“William…what are you going to do?”
“Whatever I want. Still, baby. Quiet and I won’t have to punish you.”
She answered with an affirmative head nod.
“Wider,” I ordered, placing my face between her legs and my hands on her lower belly to tickle her. I stayed perfectly still, looking into her eyes. I smirked up at her, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She and I both knew she didn’t have a chance.
And then I started my tortuous licking, around and around her clit, up and down her slit. Her hands squeezed the sheets in a tight grip again and her body began to involuntarily shiver. I smiled and slowly began to move my fingers across her lower abdomen. She tensed and then she began to twitch.
I licked her clit and she lost her will. I let her. I licked and tickled and she moaned and started to thrash, trying to move my hands. But I didn’t relent my fingers on her belly or my tongue on her clit and I felt her tensing and building, even through the tickling.
She screamed my name and pulled my hair and then, bastard that I am, I stopped before she could tip.
I smiled down at her as she tried to regain her breath, twisting and thrashing. I kissed her gently as I waited patiently for her to calm down and then laughed at her need. “I’ve never encountered such a sensitive, responsive woman before. How many times shall I do this to you before I finally tie you up to punish you? At least one more? Two? How much can you take?”
“William.” She could only whimper.
“No amount of whining can help you. You’re here for my pleasure. And what pleases me is this. Watching you squirm, watching your helplessness devour you, teasing you, torturing you, tickling you. Your agony is my pleasure, baby.”
She just panted, squeezing her eyes shut. She knew there was nothing she could do.
“I’ll give you one more chance. Stay still and quiet. Spread your legs as wide as possible. I’m going to tickle and lick you again until I’m sick of it. And then when you disobey me, and you will disobey me, I will punish you for it.”
“William,” she barely whispered. “This isn’t fair. I won’t be able to stay still. You might as well punish me now.”
“Now what would be the fun in that?”
“William…” Her voice shook.
“Put your arms over your head. Spread your legs. And don’t move or make a sound. If you can do that, maybe we can skip punishment for tonight. Hmmm?”
Her eyes shut but she did as she was told.
I slowly drew the tips of my fingers down her sides as I watched goose bumps follow my touch. I then went all the way down to her feet and then back up, this time up the inside of her thighs, over her belly and then onto her chest, under and over her tits. She was panting, but I wasn’t making it impossible for her to stay still…yet.
“Good girl,” I said, giving her false hope. Teasing willing women. Making them fall apart under me with their consent. This was my bread and butter. It soothed me. Relaxed me. Balanced me. And I could do it for hours. It was almost a form of meditation for me.
I decided it was time to really up the stakes. I drew my tongue across her body and she flinched slightly, as I dove my tongue into her belly button in relentless licks. She started to shake. And I smiled against her. I drew my fingers down between her legs, continuing to lick across her stomach, flicking my tongue back into her belly button once I discovered she couldn’t stay still when I did it, and started to rub her clit. She began to moan and buck, as I stuck a finger inside of her. I don’t think she even knew she was losing control.
“Oh…oh…” She was on the verge of coming. I stopped all contact and began to laugh, loud. She looked at me, frightened. My laugh was wicked. And she began to whimper in earnest.
I got up and left her there, but not before kissing her.
I walked over to the bag I had prepared.” Naughty, naughty girl.” I tsked. “Naughty girls get tied up. Naughty girls get punished. And you, Victoria, are a naughty girl.”
Chapter Five
“William, please. What are you going to do to me?” She sat up in the bed, drew her legs into her chest and hugged them.
“Exactly what I said I would. Now, not another word, Victoria. Lie down. On your back.”
I wasn’t sure how far I would take it. It was only her second night. I would need to build up to some of the torture I had planned for her. I wanted her to crave me first. Then slowly, slowly, I would break her completely.
I produced some scarves, soft, unintimidating, completely removed her one article of clothing, and tied her securely, spread eagle, as she tried to suck in the air around feebly. She was infinitely beautiful. She was scared and aroused, exactly as she should be at this stage but didn’t try to fight me really. Again it just hit me how naturally submissive she was, as I had guessed all along during the months at the coffee house.
“Oh how to begin your punishment. You may squirm all you like. Unfortunately, your restraints will prevent you from doing so.”
“William. Please,” she begged.
I ignored her pleas, pulling out some paintbrushes and feathers. And a flogger.
“What is that?” She started to hyperventilate a little.
I held up each, teasing her. “This? A paintbrush. Better to torture your little clit with. And these? Feathers. To tickle torture your trembling body, especially your sensitive nipples. I now know how wet you get when I tickle you.”
“No William. That?” She pointed to the flogger. God. I had to keep reminding myself that she wasn’t like the countless other personal assistants I had had who had come in with full knowledge of these kinky things, had come because of them. Her innocence left me slightly unbalanced on how to proceed.
But her naiveté ultimately forced a chuckle from me. “That’s a flogger. And Victoria, not another question. Do you understand? If you do not obey me going forward, I have much harsher punishments that await you. I know you’ve read about them in the paperwork.”
I liked the control I felt again. She wasn’t any different in that regard. Thank god. My cock pulsed hard at the thought of her torment, and all was well in my warped world again. “Answer me,” I ordered.” Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
Those eyes. Damn it.
“Because I am feeling generous, I will ask you which punishment would you like first.”
She reddened and quivered a bit, and I just couldn’t remove the smile from my face.
“Flogging then,” I said, smugly. I knew how skittish it made her. I figured I’d cut to the chase. In fact, I knew just how much she was going to like it actually. I wanted her senses heightened to an unbearable level.
I undressed myself completely and drew my body alongside hers. I kissed her forehead and inhaled her hair. She was edible. “Hmmm. Jennifer has made you smell too tempting.” I propped myself up on my elbow and held the flogger in my other hand, tauntingly.
She moaned into my chest and I felt her breathe in. “William. You smell good too. Oh god. Please. I need you.” She kissed my chest unexpectedly and I didn’t like how good it felt.
Without notice, I rained a blow down onto her perfect belly and she screamed out in shock. I hadn’t hit her particularly hard, but the hue of her pure skin blotched immediately. “Not another word.” She was getting me way too hard.
She panted, and I smiled. I rained down four more blows, each harder than the next to hear her screams and whimpers. I put the flogger down. I wanted to see how wet she was, so staying propped on my elbow to look into her face, I ordered, “Look at me. Do not look away.”
I put my finger against her clit and held it there. “As I thought, Victoria. You are a wet mess,” and I smirked. I began to slowly insert my finger into her as her mouth opened into an “o” shape and she groaned with a primal ferocity.
Sh
e squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment.
“Did you just close your eyes? You just earned five blows to your pussy.”
And without a moment for her to respond, I stood up, positioned myself between her legs and cracked the flogger between her legs, much more lightly that I would normally, but enough for her to beg me to stop and to cry out.
I laughed, hearing the wet slap that exposed her arousal.
“William, please. Please.”
But even she didn’t know what she was begging for.
“Quiet, sweet girl, or I won’t stop.”
Her pussy was a dark shade of pink by the time I was done, and it made my cock so hard, I had to do something about it. I slid it up and down her pussy lips, as she gasped, and then tensed. But I simply used her to get some juices. I had no intention of alleviating any pressure or discomfort for her.
I slowly stroked my cock in front of her. “Beg me again for it, baby,” I teased.
She was panting but wouldn’t beg. She was confused. Should she be quiet or should she beg?
Then I slowly inserted the tip of my cock into her pussy, as her breathing intensified.
“Beg me,” I said again.
“William…”
I pushed it in a little deeper and then pulled it out. In and out, a little deeper each time. I took it out and began to stroke it.
“Beg me,” I grinned down at her, as she writhed and wormed about.
“Please. Please. Yes. Don’t do this to me. Please, William.” Her eyes were so watery. I waited for her to cry before I laughed down at her and said, “No. I’m punishing you, remember.”
“William, please. This is cruel. This is not fair. Why? Why are you doing this?”
“Because you want me to. You decided to stay. You signed up for this, and you are mine. Get it? Mine. Yes. It’s cruel. Get used to it. What did you think punishment would be?”
I picked the flogger back up and slapped her right breast with it. I stroked my cock with my other hand, teasing myself, inciting me to be crueler to her. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and I craved to see more. I was slow, meticulous, moving on to her left breast, producing that beautiful pink color. I stroked myself gently, slowly, pausing in between to catch my own breath, as I watched her face, her eyes, as I lightly slapped her over and over again with the strips of the flogger.
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