by Jesse Jordan
On the other side of my brain is the side of me that went to classes at Rutgers, that sat in and listened to the lectures from the speakers, the rallies. Rutgers is nowhere near as psycho liberal as some campuses, but still, I heard the stories on both sides, and for the most part I agreed with the side that said that women are supposed to be in control of their own future. Our body, our choice and all that.
I'm still debating inside me when I hear the lock outside my door unlatch, and Rodrigo opens my door, a chair in his hand. He's still pissed, but it's a controlled, focused pissed off, not the angry rage that I saw before.
“Thankfully, The Composer was willing to accept my heartfelt apologies and the extra money only,” he says in a quietly angry voice as he positions the chair and sits down. “Congratulations, you have now cost me more than what I have spent for this entire villa since I first bought it and started renovating it a few years ago.”
“How much? For the villa?” I ask, and Rodrigo chuckles. “What? My father was a real estate agent.”
“Not the question I anticipated, that's all. I paid the previous owner a hundred and twenty five thousand euro and I've spent about the same amount on renovations, all in cash. So you cost ten thousand more than my home. And no, I will not tell you where I keep that much cash around this villa. Now, there's no point to punishing you without telling you what you did wrong and how to do it better next time, so listen up. That man... not only is he in The Network, but he's one of those men that you really shouldn't fuck with. You're very lucky that I was standing where I was, because if I hadn't grabbed that gun, he'd have blown your brains all over my kitchen and not cared beyond if you'd gotten some of your brains on his shoes. And no, there wouldn't be a damn thing done about it.”
“I... I know,” I admit, sighing. “Really, I've been thinking about it. You're right.”
“I'm not finished,” Rodrigo says, his voice hard again. “Part of what happened today is my fault as well. You will have duties to me as my slave, and in return I haven't been clear in my responsibilities to you. Jessica, I will take care of you. As long as you are mine, I will keep you safe to the best of my abilities. But...”
His voice trails, and I gulp. “Yes?”
“But if you disobey me, not only will you be punished, but you put yourself at risk. The man who came today is one of the capos of The Network. Thankfully, he's also one of the more forgiving members as well. If that had been The Sultan or my capo, I could not have stopped them without sacrificing my own life, and that is something I will not do for a disobedient, ungrateful, untrained slave.”
His last words sting, and I look down, blinking away my sudden tears. “I... I'm sorry sir.”
Rodrigo nods, then hums. “Jessica, I paid a quarter million euros for you because you are have the potential to be a remarkable woman. Don't make me feel like I wasted my money.”
I don't know why, but his words strike the side of me that wants to rebel. I'm not something to be bought and sold! “And if I decide to tell you to fuck your money?”
Rodrigo's eyes blaze and he surges across, yanking me off my mattress and staring into my eyes. “You're used to sassing men. You're used to using your brains and body to protect your precious feelings. Get it through your head, you're not a fucking princess. You're mine, and your smart mouth is going to get you punished!”
Rodrigo yanks me down, bending me over his lap, my ass in the air. “Apologize!”
“No!” I yell, squirming uselessly to try and free myself. “Go fuck yourself!”
“Apologize for what you said, and it stops,” Rodrigo says, holding me down. I feel him lift his hand again, and a fresh shock shoots through my ass and up my spine as he spanks me. I stop, my hands freezing straight out in front of me, and I can't help it, I moan lightly. “I knew it the first time I saw you. You enjoy this, don't you?”
Rodrigo smacks my ass again, this time rubbing the curve of my ass afterwards, his hand roughly caressing my burning skin, moving the heat from my ass to between my legs. He caresses again, his fingers caressing between my thighs but not touching my pussy. I mewl and my legs spread on their own a little, my breath catching. “Sir....”
“Apologize and I stop,” Rodrigo says, but now I don't want him to stop. He takes his hand away again only to smack my ass a third, then a fourth time. I'm gasping, my pussy leaking all over his pants, and I can feel him harden underneath me, his cock huge and pressing against my stomach underneath me, a throbbing hot tease of what he says is mind if I beg. It adds to the heat inside me, knowing that I arouse this man, that he's turned on by seeing my ass red and burning, my pussy leaking. “No apology?”
“No!” I hiss, both pride and my desire to feel him driving the word from my mouth. “No apology!”
“All you have to say is sorry, and I stop,” Rodrigo says, spanking my ass again. This time though his hand continues, moving deeper, slipping between my legs and cupping the hot lips of my pussy, rubbing it before he lifts his fingers and spanks me there.
“Argh!” I half scream, pain and pleasure mixing in an explosion in my head. I've never felt this before, and at the first taste, I want it more than anything I've ever had in my life. “Fuck!”
Rodrigo rubs again, the pain disappearing in the hot pleasure of his hand massaging my pussy lips, before spanking my pussy and clit again, tears of pain and lust dripping down my cheeks. This time though he doesn't lift his hand but slides two fingers deep inside me. They sink in with almost no resistance I'm so wet and hot, and I can't help it, a moan escapes my lips. “Yesssssssss....”
“Just think Jessica, how good it'll feel when you actually let go, call me Master,” Rodrigo says, his fingers pumping in and out of me hard and fast, driving me higher and higher. My body loves it, helpless with my ass in the air, everything exposed to Rodrigo as he finger fucks my pussy. “You want to call me Master, don't you?”
“Yessssss....”
It's out of my mouth even before I know it, and Rodrigo chuckles, his thumb coming up to rub my hard clit. He's rewarding me I know, and I give myself over, letting the electricity from my clit combine with the feeling of his strong, sure fingers curling inside my tight tunnel. “Good. Then when you want... you can come.”
Rodrigo's fingers speed up, his thumb rubbing my clit relentlessly. My hips are lifting, my body betraying me and trying to push back into his maddening fingers and thumb. I feel it building, my body so ready to come that I can't bear it, and then Rodrigo lets go of my waist with his free hand and smacks my ass one more time, not hard, but it's enough to send me over the edge. I come, hard, my hands balling into fists and my heart almost stopping as my head, which has been filled with blood from being bent over his knee this whole time, explodes in a tidal wave of pleasure. I've never come this hard before, and my body quivers, shaking weakly as I collapse onto Rodrigo's lap, unable to even hold myself up.
Rodrigo takes his fingers out of my pussy and licks them, humming. “Delicious. Do you have something to say?”
“I... I'm sorry sir. For back talking you,” I say humbly. “It won't happen again.”
“I doubt that, your spirit's far too strong to just change from one light punishment, but that's okay,” Rodrigo says, lifting me like I weigh just a feather and laying me on my mattress. “And next time Jessica, just remember... a single word gets you what you really want.”
Rodrigo stands up, gathering his chair and going to the door. I hold up my hand, weakly getting to my knees. “Sir?”
“The spanking was for backtalking me. For almost getting your ass killed and costing me ten thousand euro, you'll skip dinner tonight as well as have to make do without your pants until the morning. Understand?” Rodrigo asks, giving me a little smile when I nod without giving him any smart mouth. “I'll leave the light on for now though. Lights out at ten thirty, when I'll come to take you to the toilet and check your water. Good night, Jessica.”
Rodrigo
My self control lasts until I get upstair
s, then I can't help it, I lay down on the couch in my living room, squeezing my eyes shut.
What the fuck did I just do? I told her she wouldn't be raped, that she wouldn't be touched sexually in any way without her permission, and I intended to keep that word. And both times today that I went to punish her physically, I end up touching her body.
But heavens above, what a body! The way her ass felt under my hand, the silky soft skin that resisted my blows just the right amount. Even when I increased the force I was using, Jessica didn't shy away. If anything, the harder I smacked that heart shaped curvaceous ass, the more she loved it.
And she intentionally didn't apologize, not until after she'd come. I could tell she knew what she was doing, the way she started to try and lift her hips to meet my hand, the way she ground her pussy unconsciously on my thigh, even the way she wiggled so that my cock was being rubbed by the curve of her hip, she knew what was happening, and she never stopped. She even said yes when I started to finger fuck her.
And then... that last yes. I was teasing, trying to rile her up when I asked her if she wanted to call me Master.... and then she said yes. It was her body talking, I knew that as soon as she said it, but still..... she said it. She's like the perfect creation for me. A body built for sin, a brain that's smart and perceptive, and if she's the perfect yin to my yang, I want to know the depths of her soul as well. There's more to this woman than I ever imagined when I said that I'd buy her, which both scares and arouses me.
I lift my right hand to my face again, inhaling the heady, intoxicating scent of her pussy. Even the way her pussy gripped my fingers has left my cock hard as a rock in my pants. She's not virgin tight, but at the same time she's not loose either. When I do get to be inside her, when she submits to me as her Master, then both of us are going to be in heaven.
Master.... just thinking the word has me undoing my belt and taking my cock out. It's hard and throbbing, the front of my underpants already damp and sticky with precum when I wrap my hand around it, jacking slowly. As I do, I close my eyes, imagining what I really want with Jessica....
“Master Rodrigo, how can I serve you?” she asks, smiling at me with those beautiful gray eyes of hers glowing in joy. “How can I make you happy?”
I'm dressed in one of my more formal outfits, a charcoal gray suit with black shirt, while Jessica is gloriously, beautifully naked except for the brand new velvet wine-red ribbon I just tied around her neck this morning, part of a set that numbers nearly a dozen now, simple little things that she appreciates so much. She lifts her head and shows it to me with pride, smiling as I gesture for her to get up. “How do you like your gift?”
“It's perfect Master,” Jessica says, touching the ribbon and smiling. “Thank you.”
“You deserve it, and everything that goes with it,” I reply, cupping her cheek and kissing her. Her lips are soft and succulent, her tongue meeting mine in the middle and swirling around me, but her hands are totally still by her side, she's so well disciplined. When we part, her nipples are hard and her breath is coming faster, but still she just smiles, waiting for my command. “Undress me.”
She does just as I command, taking off my coat and going over to the hangar on the wall, hanging the coat carefully before coming back and undoing my tie, chuckling as she does. “Master?”
“Yes, my pet?”
Jessica takes my tie and puts it over her head, tightening it until it's just underneath her ribbon, the patterned silk hanging between her large, pillowy breasts, and she gives me a slightly saucy grin. “How do I look?”
“I think,” I reply as I take the tie in my hand and pull her closer like it's a leash, “that you know exactly how you look, and that this tie looks better on you than it has ever looked on me. In fact.... I think it'll stay right here for the rest of the night.”
We kiss again, Jessica's hands working feverishly to undo my shirt and pants while we keep kissing until I'm naked, my cock hard and stiff in front of me. Reluctantly I let Jessica break our kiss to hang up my shirt and pants, it's part of her duties after all. When she comes back, she looks at my cock, her eyes gleaming in joy. “For me?”
“All for you,” I confirm, pushing her back to the middle of the room. “Lift your arms.”
She obeys without question, her face secure in her confidence in me as I take the first set of padded cuffs and attach them to her arms before testing the rope. “Comfortable?”
“Perfectly Master,” she says. “Now my feet?”
“Lift your right foot,” I command and again she obeys while I attach the ankle cuffs and go over to the winch on the wall. We could use a motorized one, but both of us like the feeling of watching her be lifted in small increments, the sound of the winch clinking as I lift her arms and legs into the air, spreading her open. We've done this before, she's at just the right height when I stop and come over, her body perfectly positioned for my entrance. “Now... where do you want it?”
“My choice, Master?” Jessica asks happily, and I nod, making her blush. I don't give her the choice all the time, but today's a special night, for many reasons.“First time in my pussy, please?”
“First time?” I ask, chuckling. “And what if I say a second time demands nipple clamps?”
My pet shivers, and I actually watch as a clear droplet of her excitement oozes out of the open petals of her pussy to hang off her inner thigh for a moment before falling to the floor. “Master..... you tease me. You know I love the clamps. But first, please fuck me.”
“First time in your pussy,” I confirm, lifting her slightly in my arms. The suspension rig is sized just for Jessica, the stretch of the ropes giving us the right tension to let me fuck her hard or soft, fast or slow. The ropes even add to the motion of our bodies, swinging a little bit back and forth as I lift her from underneath, my cock driving into her again and again. “Mmmm.... whose is this?”
“Yours, Master,” Jessica groans as my cock stretches her pussy walls again and again. She uses her inner muscles to squeeze and massage me, both of us knowing just how to please the other. I look deep into her gray eyes, eyes that I've come to read like a book. When she's angry or disappointed they're stormy, when she's sad they're dull, but when she's happy, or now when we're together, they glow with an inner light that makes them nearly a pewter-silver, making her normally beautiful face transcend the bounds of human and into the realm of angelic.
“All of you is mine?” I ask as my hips speed up, my balls churning. “All of you?”
“All of me, Master,” Jessica cries out softly as her first climax sweeps over her. I didn't tell her she couldn't come so she's free, her breasts shaking as the spasms sweep over her body. “Oh Master.... Rodrigo... oh I'm always going to be yours.”
“And I will always take care of you,” I promise, my hips speeding up. I can feel my cock rubbing over the part of her deep inside that drives her wild, her eyes widening as I start fucking her harder, growling possessively as I let go with my right hand to grab my tie and tuck it between my teeth before I lift her again, pulling her tight and demanding she watch me. We look into each other's souls as I hammer her pussy mercilessly, the powerful, sexual beast inside me safe to unleash my passions on her. She takes it all, my perfect, sensual pet, absorbing all my passion and giving it back to me as pure ecstasy, both of us crying out again as I find my climax, my cock exploding deep inside her. I hold Jessica still as my come soaks deep into her body, and both of us smile as I withdraw. “That was two climaxes for you.”
“Sorry, Master. You didn't give me a chance to say stop,” she mock apologizes, both of us smiling. “So does that mean no clamps?”
“No clamps?” I laugh as I go over and start letting her legs down. “Surely you're joking. But it does mean that next time, you need my permission to come.”
Jessica shivers again, smiling as her feet touch down. “You know that I can never control coming when you fuck my ass.”
“Well then, that's something we'll have to train, wo
n't we?” I ask as I go to the toy chest and take out the clamps. “Now, just how tight should I make them tonight? Let me think.....”
I blink, and realize that not only did I fantasize, but I've come, my shirt and more splattered with the results of my passionate fantasy. I laugh softly, I don't think I've put a spurt all the way up on my cheek in a long time.
Okay, so I can deal with this. She wants it, I want it too. The only thing will be making sure she is trained properly, and for that, I might need a little bit of help. Thankfully, I've got a good person in mind to help me with it.
But first, I need a shower, some dinner, and then I'll check on Jessica. If she's still behaving, I'll let her wash before going out for the evening. She's still not getting her pants back until the morning though.
“So did you hear?” Larissa asks as we sit down at the cafe, enjoying a little bit of late night dessert. For a woman who can perform some of the physical feats that I've seen her do and as stacked as she is, the woman's a chocoholic to the extreme. I guess that's the least of the addictions I've seen within The Network.
“Hear what?” I ask, sampling a cannoli. Okay, so maybe I have a bit of a sweet tooth too, but I do work it off. “That you can't resist a good chocolate cake?”
“Very funny,” she says even as her fork cuts through her slice and she lifts it to her lips. “No... The Sultan ran into a problem today.”
“Did he?” I ask, trying not to smile. “Engine problems?”
“Hardly,” Larissa says with a chuckle. “Apparently, and this might need a little confirmation, he had a meeting with the Lebanese Coast Guard.”
“Oh dear,” I reply, smirking. Larissa was one of the first members of the upper echelon of The Network outside of Scoglitti to reach out to me, perhaps because of her unique position within The Network. A total solo operative, she doesn't have underlings like the other capos. The fact is, Larissa earned her position through her ability to seduce her targets. She's a one woman CIA, able to get information for The Network, access to things that we shouldn't.... and she's taken out enough targets that it even give me chills. Yet the funny thing is, she might be the closest thing I have to a confidant in The Network. “So did he get turned away? I know for damn sure they wouldn't take him into custody. Not when he can outgun most of their boats.”
