Without explanations or a grand lecture, I landed the first blow, aiming purposely for the toy. I made her jump, and that pleased me. The nice thing about arrangements like ours was that there didn’t have to be a reason for this whimsical disbursement of punishment. It could always be “just because.”
I could be punishing her for slipping up and calling me “Sir,” but I could just as well be punishing her because she was kneeling there vulnerable and weak, or because I liked the way the black belt matched perfectly with her lingerie. Just because. Just because her ass was gorgeous, just because she was still a novice at so many things, just because I knew she struggled to take it. Just because I knew she was mine.
Just because she was mine.
Another blow and she jerked. Her hands flew down by her waist, although she wasn’t foolish enough to try to cover herself.
“Over your head,” I said, tapping her with the belt.
She put her fists next to her head and wrapped them in her hair.
Another stroke, and another. Her reactions drove me, her tiny squeaks and jerks. She drew her knees in after a particularly wicked blow.
“Uh-uh. I’ll add more.” Slowly she unfolded her body and arched her ass up in the air. “This is the least of what you’re going to endure tonight,” I reminded her. I brought the belt down again, this time aiming for the tender skin at the tops of her thighs. Again, and yet again. Bliss. The sound of the belt cracking against her spread thighs resonated in my cock.
Again. Crack! This one caught her just under her left ass cheek. I could tell it was a stinger. Her wail of noooo moved me, but not in the way she probably hoped.
By the end I’d marked her pretty badly, just as I’d meant to, just as this entire night would be dedicated to marking her as mine, physically, mentally, sexually, in every way I could. It was high time I did. It would make it easier on her moving forward, although it would be difficult, in the moment, to endure. Soon she wept openly, and her plaintive cries approached a volume that might be heard beyond our walls.
“I’ll gag you if you aren’t quieter,” I said. “This is only a belt spanking. Should I get a gag?”
“No, please. I’ll be quieter. I don’t like to be gagged.”
“But you will be, if I want you to be. You have five more to go. I expect you to control the volume.”
“Yes, Jeremy.”
She managed to be a lot quieter after that. She moaned and tensed, really struggled to accept the pain, which made it that much more thrilling for me. When I finished and dropped the belt, she went limp. I looked down at her a long minute, at her breathless, prostrated form, her plugged ass, her wet pussy, hungry for me even though her cheeks were bruised and welted from my punishment.
“Stand up.” I wanted to watch her, just wanted to sit and enjoy the view some more. “I want you to go and unpack your suitcases. Everything. Find a place for it. Put it all away.”
It wasn’t what she’d expected to hear, but it was what I wanted. I wanted to watch her unpack and settle herself into this room where she would stay. Where she would stay with me, in my employment and service.
“Make it good too,” I said. “I want to see that lovely ass every time you bend over.”
She looked back at me, an unfathomable look, and bent from the waist with her legs spread to unzip the first bag.
“Yes.” It was exactly what I’d hoped for. “Good girl.”
She unpacked everything and put it all away. The clothes were hung in a row in the closet, the many sets of lingerie lain carefully and neatly in drawers, the books stacked along the back of the desk. God, there were so many. She bent at the waist again to line up the shoes in the bottom of the closet organized by color. This is what I paid her for. What a fucking pro. She gave it all to me, every intimate view, every part of her that other women hid away.
By the time she finished, the redness of her ass was subsiding and the welts were standing out even lovelier against her pale skin. My cock, on the other hand, was red and swollen hard again.
“Come here, you little slut.” When she stood in front of me, I reached to slap her sore ass cheeks. I couldn’t help it. She gasped beautifully.
“Do you know why I had you put everything away?”
“Yes,” she said softly after a moment. “I think I do.”
“Why?”
“So I won’t think anymore about leaving. So I won’t worry anymore.”
“That’s exactly why. The only thing I want you to worry about is me and what I want. Can you remember that from now on?”
“Yes, Jeremy.”
“And what I want now is to fuck your ass. Come on.” I took her by the arm and led her into my bedroom. The bed was bigger than hers, an imposing four-poster that, for the duration of my stay, had been outfitted with eyebolts on each post.
“Go and bend over the side.” God, I was so hard for her. I grabbed a condom from the end table and played with myself a little to assuage the ache. I couldn’t just thrust inside her the way I wanted to, not yet. I wasn’t hung like a monster, but I was big enough to require using caution.
She watched me warily. From a chest beside the bed, I got some cuffs and a spreader bar.
Mine, mine, mine. She would feel it in a minute, how completely I owned her.
I knelt behind her with the bar, attaching it to her ankles. No need to explain. She knew this hardware as well as I did, that it braced her legs open so she was at the mercy of whatever I wanted to do. The cuffs too were a known evil. She stood and offered her wrists for them, watching docilely as I secured them nice and tight. I picked her up and carried her nearer to the post at the foot of the bed, so she wouldn’t stumble in her heels with the spreader bar holding her. I put her down facing the post and pressed her against it. She stood still and waited to be told what to do. She was absolutely beautiful with her legs opened wide by the spreader. I took a moment to nestle my hard cock between the cheeks of her ass.
“Arms up.”
She raised them as high as she physically could, not cheating, not raising them only as high as was comfortable for her. And as I’d suspected, she was the perfect height to hook the cuffs into the hidden eyebolts, stretching but not quite straining, lifting only slightly onto her toes, the spreader bar making it difficult for her to balance.
I stood back and looked at her then. Beautiful. Beautiful. Bruised ass, naughty toy, spread thighs, straining back, black corset, stockings, stilettos. My lovely, perfect girl. I wanted to punish her again, just to watch her struggle in the bonds. I got out a crop and stroked it lightly down her back.
“Brace yourself,” I said. “You won’t get very many, but the ones you get will hurt.”
I only gave her five. She didn’t disappoint me; her reactions were gorgeous. The first stroke had her pulling at her bonds. The second made her dance around. By the time I laid the fifth blow across her ass cheeks, she was stifling screams.
I threw the crop down. I wanted to be inside, and I wanted her to feel every inch of me. I wanted her to come from having me plunge deep inside. I took her roughly in my arms, pressed my dick against the throbbing part of her anatomy that I was about to enjoy. She was still crying a little. I turned her face toward mine and licked a salty tear.
“Is your ass ready to accept my fat cock now?” I asked against her ear.
“Yes, Jeremy.” She pressed back against me.
“Are you sure? It’s probably much bigger than anything you’ve taken before.”
“I’m yours,” she said.
I unhooked her cuffed hands from the eyebolt and released them, then refastened them behind her and bent her over the bed. I took out the toy and set it aside. I rolled a condom onto my dick, adding extra lube for good measure. Later she would learn to make do with less. For now she was still being trained.
I massaged the small of her back and put the head of my cock against her asshole. “If you can accept the toy, you can take my cock,” I said. “Open up, don’t brac
e.” I forced the head in as she moaned into the mattress, but I could go no farther. Her tight ring tensed around me. I slapped her ass, and she made a plaintive sound. “Don’t make me force you. I will if I have to.”
I wouldn’t, but she didn’t know that. I held her hands hard at the small of her back and pressed in farther. With a muffled groan, she stretched to accept me. I drove shallowly at first, letting her get used to the feeling of my rigid cock in her tiny, tight hole.
“Oh God…God.” She arched her bottom to me as I withdrew and surged forward again. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that she loved what I was doing. I bent over her, twisting her auburn curls in my fist.
“I know it feels good, but don’t come yet. I’m going to fuck you like this for an eternity. I’m going to fuck you until your ass is sore and your legs are weak, and when I say so, you can come for me. Not before.”
“Yes, Jeremy.”
She was so hot and tight. I pressed my body to hers and drove deep inside, scratching my chest on the tiny buttons on the back of her corset, feeling the tension and tremors in her buttocks and legs, the clenching and unclenching of her fists.
“Do you like this?” I asked against the side of her neck. “Do you like to feel me reaming your ass? You don’t have a choice, do you? You’re spread wide open for me.”
“Oh God,” she cried. She arched her little bottom back to me again and looked over her shoulder as I plumbed her pale white cheeks.
“I think you’re an anal slut. Good to know.” I drove harder, held her hands even tighter against her back. Her cries reached a fever pitch. “Do you want to come? Do you want me to shoot my hot jizz in your ass?”
“Yes, oh yes, please!”
I let go of her fists to clamp my hand over her pussy and slide my fingers between her slick labia and her swollen clit.
“Oh God!” She braced her hands on the bed and bucked her hips back against me. I stroked her until I felt her pull up into a tense ball of desire, and then I closed my fingertips on her engorged little nub. “Come for me, you little slut.” I pinched hard, and I used my nails. She wailed and went stiff, clutching the covers. She gasped and shuddered, and I felt her ass contract around my length. With a groan I went off, driving deep and coming in blinding pulses of release.
I collapsed over her back. We labored to breathe, our torsos rising and falling in a jerky rhythm. Both of us were slick with sweat. We were exhausted from the power of the orgasm we’d shared. I buried my face in her neck and nibbled at the soft skin below her ear. Words escaped me. I only growled into her luscious, soft curls and then reluctantly withdrew. I discarded the condom, then removed the cuffs. After I released her ankles from the spreader bar, she stood unsteadily and turned to me.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. She looked up at me shyly, then her gaze darted away. I wanted to hold her close and kiss her for hours at the same time I wanted to run far away. Instead I cleared my throat and spoke to her.
“Well, do you want…? Do you need…?” I frowned, trying to collect myself, again the oversexed, brain-addled teenage boy. “I mean, well…that was a pretty intense scene. Do you need some…cuddle time?”
Cuddle time? Classic. Who was I, Mr. Rogers?
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean…whatever you like. It’s up to you.”
We were standing and staring at each other in excruciating silence when my cell phone buzzed. At this hour, it had to be Kyle. I looked down at his message.
911. I’m coming up re: Nell.
I read it twice. No, the words weren’t going away. Of all the fucking times.
“I need to talk to Kyle for a minute. Why don’t you shower and get ready for bed? You’ve had a long day.”
She bowed her head in assent, leaning down to take off her shoes. She was suddenly inches shorter, vulnerable and tired-looking in the half-light. As she brushed by me, I reached for her hand before I realized what I was doing. She looked over at me.
I don’t know what I wanted to say. Thank you. You look beautiful. You make all this bearable. The money will never be enough.
I said nothing instead, and a moment later Kyle knocked on the door and she disappeared into the other room. I pulled on some pants and went out into the main room to let him in.
“What the hell?” I muttered.
“I know it’s late. You need to see something.”
He put his laptop on the table and logged on, pulling up a web site, a simplistic blog. He turned the screen to me as I looked over his shoulder.
“What? You’re showing me stupid fan stuff?”
“Uh, no. Read closer.”
I sat down and turned the computer screen toward me, scanning the page.
October 1
Jeremy and I arrived in Bangkok today. The hotel is spectacular. I’m too tired to write more tonight, and Jeremy wants me in the bedroom. More later.
October 2
Went to the set today with Jeremy. I met Jessamine. I think the bitch is jealous of me. Jeremy had a few too many drinks after dinner, so here I am, bored and alone. Not much else to write…
I narrowed my eyes. “What the hell? She’s keeping an online diary? She’s blogging? This doesn’t even make sense. She didn’t go to the set with me until today—”
“It’s not her. One of the entries was posted during the time she was tied to the bed. She wasn’t blogging. I was there. Another one was posted about an hour ago.”
“That wasn’t her either. So what’s going on?”
“Someone is posing as her and blogging about your life together, for whatever reason. Some of the posts are explicit. Imaginative.”
I looked up at him in alarm.
“Not that imaginative. It’s not someone who knows what she is to you. But someone is making stuff up that’s pretty racy. Not to mention defamatory to Nell. This writer paints her as a gold digger, and someone who’s using you for sex. Ironic,” he added with a smirk.
“It’s not funny. I’m not laughing.”
“No, I agree, it’s not funny. That’s why I wanted you to see it right away. It not only reflects badly on her if people buy into this, it reflects badly on you.”
“Why? Why would someone do this?”
Kyle shrugged. “I dunno. Jealousy. Sour grapes. Boredom. Overactive imagination. You know how some of the fans get.”
I stared at the computer screen. “Fuck.” The elusive peace, the satisfaction and calm I’d felt after my scene with Nell came crashing down. “What the fuck? Why are people so idiotic? This person has to stop. This has to come down. Call Martin and see what we can do about this.”
“I already have, but I had to leave a message. I’ll try again in the morning.”
“Let him know I want this taken down. Full press. Whatever has to be done.”
“I will.”
“And don’t tell her about this. She’s already—” I waved my hand. “She’s not handling the exposure very well.”
“Isn’t she?” Kyle looked at me and waited. “Do you…? Should I…? Do you want to—”
“No. I’ll handle it.”
“I never even considered… She didn’t seem that shy the night I met her, not the way she is now. If I had known—”
“She’s not shy. She’s just freaked out a little. We’ll handle it, like I said. Jesus, I worked too hard to get her here to let her go now.”
“I’m glad to hear it’s working out.” He looked at me again, an assessing look that annoyed me.
“Anything else?” I asked.
He looked up, and I followed his gaze to where Nell stood in the shadow of the door.
“Hello,” he said to her.
“Hi, Kyle.”
Nell frowned at him the way she always did, but Kyle… I was trying to understand the look on his face. I sobered when I placed it. Reluctant infatuation. His eyes returned to mine.
“That’s all I wanted to show you,” Kyle said then, closing his laptop.
“I’ll leave you alone. I’m sure you’re both tired,” he added with a barely concealed smirk.
Disrespectful little fuck. He had a smirk for every situation. After the door closed, I turned to Nell, who still stood watching me warily from the doorway.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
I tried not to let my uneasiness show. “Everything’s fine. Just some nutjob fan—”
I stopped talking as alarm washed across her features.
“It’s nothing, Nell. It goes on all the time.”
“There are a lot of them out there, I guess. Crazy fans.”
“Yes. But you’re not to worry about it. It’s not your problem.” Not if I don’t tell you about it. I looked at her, the girl I’d made so vulnerable. What was this novel emotion I was feeling? Guilt? “Look, would you like to sit and have a beer with me before bed?”
“I can’t drink a beer before bed. I’m sorry. I don’t have your magic metabolism. That reminds me. Do they have yoga classes here, do you think?”
“If you need a yoga class, you’ll have one. I’ll tell Kyle.”
“I can try to find one myself—”
“Kyle will help you,” I insisted. “I know you aren’t crazy about each other, but I trust him to do what I want him to do, and that includes looking after you. There’s a great gym here too, downstairs. Just tell Kyle when you want to go, and he’ll take you. I don’t want you going anywhere alone.”
The last part slipped out, and the alarm was back again.
“Why can’t I go alone if it’s in the hotel?”
“Because I don’t want you to. Don’t question me, okay?”
She gave me a long, probing look. I tried to exude utter nonchalance.
“Okay,” she finally conceded. “Anyway, I’ll sit with you if you like, but I’ll just drink some water instead of a beer.”
She was leaning against the door in her sexy, transparent pajamas, trying to look awake for my benefit.
“No, go to bed,” I said. “But come kiss me first.”
She crossed to me as if it might be a trick, as if it weren’t possible that all I wanted was a kiss. I drew her into my lap when she was close enough. I ran my hands down her arms, then encircled her waist and pulled her close. I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her softly, gently. She curled into me, pressed against me, open, relaxed, available, sweet.
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