by Jesse Jordan
“We love our Mistress,” the girl groans, and I hear total honesty in this girl’s voice. “All of us.”
Larissa smiles fondly and caresses the girl’s face before turning to me. “Your turn, my friend. Don’t worry, she can take whatever you want to dish out.”
“I... I shouldn’t,” I reply, but deep inside me another part of me says I very much should.
Larissa sees, and leans in, her voice soft and arousing in my ear. “Stephen, this girl wants this. And it’s vital to the mission that you understand what I'm trying to teach you here. I’ll keep her safe, don’t worry about that.”
I take the crop with numb fingers, my eyes staring at the writhing, squirming girl who must be tortured by now with the vibrator that’s in her body and the pain that Larissa’s inflicted. Still, I can see in her eyes she wants more, and there’s a voice in my head that’s whispering to give it to her. That this is what I want, this girl is hotter and sexier than any girlfriend I ever had back in America.
I swing the crop, taking the power off right at the end, the leather landing flat on the girl’s stomach and she jumps, moaning thickly and whispering in German ‘yes.’ I do it again, this time in the girl’s right thigh, and then her left, the new voice inside me laughing in glee as I do. I feel myself getting into it, a smile on my face as I look for where to use the crop on the girl next before relaxing and stroking the girl’s face with the side of it lightly.
“You’re a natural talent,” Larissa whispers as the girl moans. She moves behind me, and I can feel her voluptuous body pressed against my back before she moves to my free arm side. “Look at her, look at the desire in her eyes as she licks the crop. She’s so aroused right now. And you’re enjoying it too, aren’t you? I can see it on your face, and here, too.”
Educated, expert hands caress my cock through my pants as the girl on the table moans, and I reach out, squeezing her left tit before pinching her nipple, the girl gasping and her hips lifting as much as she can from her position on the X. “Yes, oh yes,” she moans. “Please sir… I need you.”
I groan myself as soft but strong fingers wrap around my cock which has somehow been freed from my pants and I hear the seductress’ voice softly next to me. “This is the pleasure that this girl wants, my friend. You’re a natural dominant, you’d make the girl very happy as her Master some day if you learn more. And think of her body. Think of how it’d feel to fuck this girl as hard as you want...”
The images in my mind are arousing, but then I see not the girl in front of me, but Larissa in my eyes, and I realize that I’m in a whore house, and the girl in front of me wouldn’t turn down anyone who wanted to fuck her. I drop the crop and push Larissa away, pissed off. “I’m not some fucking john. She’s a fucking whore, and I’m not...”
I turn, tucking my aching, throbbing cock back inside my pants and storm out of the club, heading off into the night. It isn’t until I’m a couple blocks away that I remember that I only had my hotel room for one night, and that my rental car is at Larissa’s warehouse over five miles away.
Fuck.
At least the shoes are comfortable, even if my balls are telling me that the last thing they want to do is walk for five miles.
Larissa
Stephen’s still walking when I pull up next to him in my car. He’s got good speed, he’s already over halfway back to the warehouse, and it did take me a minute or two to find someone willing to give poor Claudia the relief her body needed, and to reassure her that she isn’t a whore. That one hurt her a lot.
“Get in,” I command, pissed at Stephen but also turned on. I wasn’t lying when I told him he was a natural talent, there’s long term customers of my club that can’t get Claudia as turned on so quickly. Even I was turned on, I’ve been looking at his body for hours, and the feel of his thick cock in my hand as I pumped him sent a thrill through my body.
“Fuck off!” Stephen says, and I roll my eyes. Natural talent, but meters of bullshit to clear away still before we get to it. I really need to read his Agency profile, hopefully I can get my hands on it quickly before I kill this man.
“Stephen, get in,” I repeat. “There’s nowhere to sleep at the warehouse, and your car’s not there anyway. One of my people already brought it to my townhouse. You don’t know where that is.”
Stephen stops, his eyes blazing before he gets in the passenger side of my Mercedes and stares straight ahead, saying nothing until we get to my place and step off the elevator to the penthouse. Once inside, I lock the doors and arm the security system, turning to him. “Now, you have something to say?”
“What the fuck was that?!?” Stephen explodes, his chest heaving and his hands clenched in anger. “Trying to get me to fuck some whore?”
“Claudia is a highly trained professional who I trust to try and teach you!” I explode, stepping closer. “I told you, you need to get past your American Pollyanna bullshit and learn that this, all of this, is built on something you have no fucking understanding of!”
“She was a whore!” Stephen growls, grabbing me by the shoulders. “I’m better than a whore!”
“So who would you rather learn with?” I challenge him. Stephen stares into my eyes for a half second before he pulls me in, his lips seeking mine. I resist for a second, I don’t kiss normally when I fuck like this, but he’s unrelenting, not accepting anything but my total submission to his desire. It’s hot, and I relent, kissing him back hard. He picks me up in his arms and suddenly I’m on my small dining room table, Stephen sweeping the candlesticks off to clear space as we tear at each other’s clothes.
I hear a seam rip, but I don’t care as I moan, my body saying that this is what I want. He’s strong and powerful, pinning me to the table easily as he shrugs off his now ripped shirt and tears my blouse open. My breasts bounce free as he undoes my bra and he leans down, devouring them and sending electricity crackling through me. He’s rough, his tongue and teeth scraping over my skin and I gasp, my back arching.
“Oh fuck...,” I groan, my pussy getting soaked as I feel his demanding strength. He won’t take no for an answer from me, and as he kisses and nibbles on my breasts I don’t want him to. I just want to feel more of this man’s strength, to feel his massive cock slide inside me and I spread my legs, half begging.
Stephen pulls back and lifts my skirt, not even pulling my panties off but just sliding them to the side as he lines up his cock and pushes in. Big? He’s huge, stretching my pussy wonderfully, just the feeling of him inside me already making me liquid hot from the pleasure and the pain of how big he is. He pushes in, the glassy fire of his cock invading my body making me claw at the table, howling in ecstasy. “Fuck me!”
“Take... it... all!” Stephen rasps back, his cock driving into me with each short word. He groans when he bottoms out, staying still for a second as he relishes in the sensations his body must be feeling.
Normally, when I’m fucking for work, I use what I call the ‘sensual muscles’ to draw out the experience for a target. But Stephen’s having none of that, pulling back and thrusting hard and fast, overwhelming me with jolt after toe curling jolt of pleasure as his cock rubs over every deep place, every secret part of my body that feels so good I can’t stop, I reach up and pull him down into another animal kiss.
His hips are powerful and he’s a natural, built for fucking me hard and that’s what we do, his cock slamming into me over and over while we kiss and battle. Our tongues, teeth and lips are our weapons of choice as he bruises me with his strength and overwhelming desire. I fight him as hard as I can, I’ve never been out-fucked before in my entire life even when I’ve been submissive, but Stephen’s too much, his strength and domination utterly complete as the first tremors ripple through me and my body gives up, taking what he pounds into me with hard, fast strokes of his cocks in my pussy.
Suddenly, I give in totally, my kisses changing from hard and combative to soft, submissive, and I whine deep in my throat, my legs relaxing as I let him take
me. I’ve never been driven this far before without coming, and the triumph in Stephen’s eyes as he smiles and his strokes change slightly send another warm ripple through my body. I cup his neck and cheek as we fuck, the moans and whines coming from me different than I’ve ever made before. I’m rising, building towards a strong and powerful orgasm, and Stephen’s right there with me, his strength and power undeniable and his self assured smile telling me that he feels it too, that we’re going to do this together. I feel…
My orgasm tears through me, my legs clamping around Stephen’s waist as my back arches so hard I lift off the table, Stephen’s arms coming around me to hold me secure and totally his as he thrusts into me one more time, his own groan of triumph and release adding to the heat inside me. I feel him spurt deep, his cock throbbing as he finds his release and he holds me tight, his lips buried against the curve of my neck and for an instant, just an instant for the first time in my life, I feel totally safe and secure in someone’s arms.
The feeling fills me with a deeper warmth than just from the sex, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close for an instant while we recover, his chest heaving as my heart hammers in mine. “Oh my god,” he rasps, his voice still husky from what we just did. “Oh my god.”
I stroke his brown hair, humming with contentment. “You are certainly talented, Stephen Knightsbridge. Certainly talented indeed.”
He stays inside me until he softens and slips out and I unwrap my legs to stand on the kitchen tile. He watches me for a moment, then turns, his voice shaky for a moment. I don't think he's ever sport fucked before, I bet he's always gotten the girl to say some sort of words of endearment first, and he's not sure how to handle it all. “I... I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Wait,” I say, reaching out and taking his hand. “You don’t know where the guest bedroom is.”
Stephen nods, sighing. I take him to the bedroom, watching as he strips off his pants and underpants. Even though I’ve been freshly, completely and wonderfully fucked, looking at the curve of his bubble butt sends a fresh ripple of heat through me.
He feels my eyes, and glances back. He's still shaky, but he's trying to recover himself. “You know you don’t have to stare. It was just fucking. Right?”
I snort, leaning against the door frame. “We’ll talk about it in the morning. goodnight, Stephen.”
“goodnight, Larissa.”
He’s late getting up, which I can understand, he’s got to be jet lagged. Actually, as I thought about it over breakfast, the fucking he gave me last night is all the more impressive because of it. Exhausted, jet lagged, and giving me a totally satisfying climax and fuck? I’m impressed.
“How do you feel this morning?” I ask as he comes into the dining room, rubbing at his eyes. My staff has already done their cleaning, and I sent them away to minimize potential security issues. “By the way, your CIA personnel file was very interesting.”
“Where’d you get that?” Stephen snaps as he sits down on the other side of the table from me. “That’s confidential.”
“And you’re on the hunt for the people who killed the daughter of the Secretary of Defense,” I reply evenly, sipping at my mid-morning coffee. “Even then, if I wanted I could have gotten your file. As it was, it was forwarded to me by a connection as a courtesy.”
“So were you impressed?” he asks, recovering quickly. “I thought my work in Korea was my best.”
“Actually, I was more interested in what I read that echoes a lot of what I saw and felt last night. You’ve got an immense...” I tease, glancing down at his crotch before returning my look to my tablet, “talent. But you’re held back because you are too rule bound, too wrapped up in limitations given to you by others. You need to let go, go beyond that.”
“You mean like that girl?” Stephen asks, and I nod. “Why?”
I can’t help it, he’s so frustrating while at the same time that personal magnetism and charisma that I’ve felt off of him pull me in two directions at one time. “Lots of different reasons, Stephen. First off, to hunt men like this, you have to at least have a ghost of an understanding of them. All the work you’ve done since you joined the CIA has not prepared you for this! The only way that you’re going to even get within sniffing distance of the Circle is to embrace this side of you. If you were a natural submissive I’d say that side of you, there’s nothing wrong with a man being on his knees begging and serving… but you’re not. You’re dominant.”
“Whatever,” he grumbles, uncomfortable with what I’m saying. “I don’t have to beat a girl to get my rocks off, and I don’t need to understand that to hunt these people.”
“Bullshit!” I yell, angry. “You don’t know a single thing about what you’re looking for! They aren’t motivated by money, or power in the traditional sense, or any of that. They do not think like anyone you’ve ever known. You have to at least open your mind to that sort of thinking or else you could be sitting right next to the leader of the entire Circle on the bus and not even realize it. Sick fucks like this don’t go around in a goddamn t-shirt that says I’m a sick sexual psycho, watch your ass. You want to know what to look for, what to see, you need to be able to at least walk into some of these clubs without a big flashing sign on your forehead that says CIA Agent, run!”
Stephen closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, getting control of his emotions. “You said first off. What’s second?”
I shrug, suddenly uncomfortable myself as I’ve been ever since I started thinking about it myself this morning. “Secondly, and to me at least this is the more important reason, is for you. You’re an asshole, Stephen. Last night, you hurt Claudia deeply calling her a whore, and I expect you to fully apologize to her the next time you meet.”
“I… I’ll think about it,” he says, shaken slightly, the most I can hope for as I continue.
“More, I read between the lines on your evaluations, and what everyone says is the same. Brilliant, smart, capable, but is a totally rule bound jerk whose ass is watertight and so he doesn’t get along with other people. So you’ve been moved lower and lower down teams, when you should be looking at commanding your own team with the talent and brains you’ve got. Never mind about what a boring fucking mess your personal life is. One sister, no parents, and a pet turtle. Can’t keep a relationship going for more than two months because you keep breaking up with them. And I know why.”
“You have a lot of insight for someone who’s known me less than twenty four hours,” Stephen grumbles, but he’s still listening at least. “So why?”
“Because you date nothing but boring good girls,” I say with a laugh. “I was just trying to piss you off yesterday, but I was closer to the mark than I thought when I said you’ve never, ever walked on the wild side sexually, outside maybe a little clandestine Internet video porn. I’m guessing for you, most of the girls you’ve met have been at church or maybe in coffeehouses, drinking herbal tea at the most. Claudia was the freakiest thing you’ve ever done, isn’t it?”
He blushes, but nods. “I’ve gone out to regular places too. But… yes. She was the most extreme.”
“Then what’s wrong with it? That she gets money for it? First off, she’s on a generous salary, she’s not a trick. And I pay her because if I didn’t, she’d be right there on that St. Andrew’s Cross for free, and I’m more generous than that. She’s talented, she’s got nearly inhuman limits, and she loves her work. The woman's making money doing what she loves, what she was born to do. How can you fault her for it?”
Stephen looks up, taking a deep breath before answering. “Because it’s not natural. It’s strange and dirty. Only bad people are supposed to be into that sort of shit!”
I can see he thinks I’m going to get pissed at his answer, but I’m not. If anything, at least he’s being honest. “Bad people, huh? It’s a bit early in the morning for jokes, Stephen. Here’s the truth, at least from my perspective. That girl you cropped last night, she loved it. And if she ever stopped
loving it, if she came to me and said ‘Mistress, I don’t want to work here any more, I want a white picket fence and two kids with a minivan,’ I’d give her a hundred thousand euro severance package and a doctored letter of recommendation that would let her get her dream job in her degree field, which by the way is archaeology.”
“You would?”
“Yes. But back to you. You loved it too, you were hard as a rock even before I started stroking you. And the way you took out all of that on me was a lot of fucking fun. I will never lie about that, you are one great fuck.”
Stephen chuckles, shaking his head. “And I was worried I popped too quickly last night. I read your file too, you know. I thought you’d want to go for a couple of hours. Uh… about that… we didn’t use a condom.”
“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill and I'm set up with an IUD, there’s no way I’d risk otherwise. And I’m clean, I get myself tested frequently. As for your endurance, there’s time for that, but also there’s time for quality over quantity,” I laugh. “Stephen, you’re not a bad person, at least compared to me. But let’s look at that. Bad people are into kink, huh? And who told you that?”
“Well, you know… TV, and classes growing up, and the minister at church, they always made it seem so wrong.”
“Did it feel wrong?” I ask, and Stephen shakes his head sullenly. “Stephen, I told you about the number of Network girls in and around places in the United States. Trust me, most of them are not getting it in any way your Sunday school minister would approve of. I’ve whipped men and women, powerful ones too. I’ve had millionaires and professional sports athletes on their knees, begging and crying for me to hit them harder, to make them bleed and to humiliate them. The fact is, sex and power and pleasure and pain are so tied together in our brains that just staying in that vanilla place you were until last night is like trying to live your life deaf and half blind. Never mind trying to hunt monsters that way.”
