by Piper Stone
Bending over, she licked all the way down the underside until she reached my balls. Taking one into her mouth, she sucked with fervor as she pumped the base of my cock.
“That’s it,” I whispered, splaying my legs open as wide as the confines of the chair would allow.
When she moved to my other swollen sac, sucking and licking, I almost fell into a trance. It had been some time since I’d experienced a woman’s hot mouth.
She made soft mewing sounds when she released my balls, sliding her tongue up the side of my shaft then taking the tip inside her hot little mouth. Clamping down, she used her strong jaw muscles to suck, her tongue shifting back and forth. Every movement she made, every erotic sound was a perfect orchestration, a wonderful dark play highlighted in the far reaches of my mind.
I was shocked how damn good it felt and as she opened her mouth wider, taking two inches then three, I let out a scattered moan. “I can’t wait to fuck you, fill you with my seed. Every hole is mine,” I whispered. “Never forget that.”
Valentina moved up and down, taking more of my shaft as she continued to stroke the base, driving me to the point of near insanity. She had no way of knowing what this was doing to me, no understanding of how intimate I considered the act.
Everything became a wondrous blur as she sucked, her head bopping as she slipped one hand under my shirt, rolling her finger around my belly button. All the while she continued to mewl, exciting every one of my senses.
“Good girl.” I ran my fingers through her hair, marveling at the copper color, at the way it suited her beautiful complexion. While I understood the use of masks of all types, I would forbid her to hide her natural beauty. That would further allow me to make certain of who she really was.
When she danced her fingers up my chest, I took another deep breath. My balls ached, longing to fill her mouth, to watch as my seed spilled down the back of her throat.
But I wanted more.
Craved more.
Just the thought of taking her in the ass was far too delicious, keeping the blood surging through my veins.
She moved up and down, the sucking sounds overtaking her purrs, her actions becoming more ferocious. I adored the noises, the way her lips glided along my heated skin. If I wasn’t careful, I would explode into her mouth.
I took deep, concentrated breaths, pushing down the savage beast even as she worked hard to get me to come. With every twist of her hand, every swipe of her tongue, I was coming closer. I allowed her to continue for only a few more seconds until I couldn’t take it any longer.
I needed to be inside of her, to fuck her relentlessly.
Pushing her away, I could see a mixture of amusement as well as desire in her eyes. She was trying to provoke the monster, to see just how far I’d go with her.
“Enough,” I managed as I rubbed my jaw, studying her intently, my chest rising and falling. I was shocked at the level of desire, the need to ravage her so intense.
She crawled between my legs once again, placing her head on my leg, purring raggedly.
The moment was another intimate one, her simple action reeking of servitude. While I knew this was certainly nothing more than a part of the game, I couldn’t help but run my fingers through her hair, enjoying the silky feel as my heart continued to race. She was pressing every button, doing everything in her power to fuel my anger. I took her hand, placing it on my belt, squeezing her fingers around the thick strand of leather.
“The belt will become your friend,” I stated, chuckling darkly. “When you’re a bad girl, you’re going to learn to ask for punishment. You will learn the beauty of agonizing anguish until it turns into the purest bliss, pushing you into a state of the greatest ecstasy.”
“I doubt that, sir.”
“Yes, you will. Now, time for that punishment I promised you before I fuck you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her deep sigh and the two little words gave me a smile, the acknowledgment more than I would have anticipated. She was a good little performer. When she leaned back, she tugged on my belt, slowly pulling it from the loops, never taking her eyes off the strap. I watched her the entire time, the way her brow furrowed and her nose wrinkled as she attempted to understand the reasons why I felt inclined to punish her.
When she’d accomplished her task, she lowered her head as she lifted the belt toward me.
An offering.
A present of her own making.
I rolled the tip of my finger back and forth across the seam of my mouth, contemplating what I wanted to do. “Who are you, Valentina?” I gathered a wave of tension ticking through her body.
“I already told you. Just a girl longing for a better life.” The rumble of thunder was intense, vibrating the house. I could finally see fear in her eyes.
“I so hope that’s true. I would hate what will happen if it’s not.”
There wasn’t a response of any kind, no attempt at trying to bolster her story.
And still, I remained unconvinced.
After grasping the belt, I used a single finger, lifting her chin. “Ownership is a beautiful thing. Return to the window.”
This time she obeyed without hesitation, no longer sensitive of the thought others were watching her. I could sense the act of humiliation was intriguing, as if the small moment of possible embarrassment was slowly opening her up like a sweet flower in the springtime. Perhaps I was merely a warped man, one with no sense of romance.
Valentina stood stoically, her hands at her sides, her fists clenched.
I eased out of the chair, taking my time undressing. I could tell she was watching in the reflection, her face pensive even as her mouth pursed. The thought of fucking her in front of others was appealing, keeping my cock twitching as I yanked the shirt over my head. Even visions of having her on a collar and leash were far too tasty, making my mouth water.
I was a sick man, my dark cravings a part of my life since I could remember. But she was the finest specimen I’d ever had the pleasure of training. The realization was one that caught me by surprise, even allowing a stabbing sensation in my heart. Valentina could never be a part of my world, not for any length of time. If she allowed herself to become consumed by the lifestyle or the monstrous man, I feared what would happen.
As I walked toward her, rolling the leather between my fingers, the savagery of my desires continued to build.
“Place your hands on the window,” I instructed as I neared, raking my nails down the strap several inches. The rush of adrenaline increased much like my barbaric needs.
I heard a single moan, but she obeyed, placing one then the other, smacking her palms against the glass. She was fighting everything about my requirements, pretending as if at any time she could say no.
That simply wasn’t the case.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The single word filtered into my mind like a broken CD, haunting while enticing.
“Open your legs for me,” I added, waiting until she did as she was told.
I could tell she was shaking, her nerves getting the better of her. Punishing her was a great joy, a beautiful gift that I enjoyed more than almost anything. I eased the end of the belt around her, brushing it down from her neck between her breasts, never taking my eyes off her reflection. While nervous as fuck, she bit back another cry, her nostrils flaring.
As I rolled a portion of the strap around her nipple, taking my time, she issued a single moan. Her nipples were hard pebbles, so rosy in color. I wanted nothing more than to drag out my nipple clamps, watching her reaction as the harsh spring was put into place. That would come soon enough.
When I moved the belt down further, rolling it back and forth across her tummy, she tensed.
“Breathe, my pet,” I whispered before sliding the strap in between her legs.
While she did as she was told, the sounds were scattered, her nerves on edge. I pulled the belt back and forth, the leather pushing between her swollen folds. The scent of her feminine wiles w
afted between us, pulling me into another level of darkness. God, I wanted this woman.
As I continued the action, she closed her eyes, her body swaying. Soon, she began to gyrate, undulating her hips as I stroked her, rubbing harder as I drew it back and forth.
“Mmm...” she moaned, her eyelids only half open.
I was mesmerized watching her as I continued rubbing, her scent increasing, becoming even more intoxicating. I could feast on this woman for hours, making her come several times using only my tongue.
But tonight was all about something else.
Her ability to let go, a moment of true submission.
Valentina scratched at the glass, her mouth twisting. There was no doubt the sensations were increasing, bringing her to a moment of sheer ecstasy.
And so I continued, more and more fascinated at her body’s response, her hips bucking as the friction continued to build.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh,” she managed, her entire face shimmering from the allowed bliss.
“Do you want to come, my pet?” I asked then yanked her hair over her shoulders, jerking her head.
“Yes. Yes, sir. Please.”
“Have you been a good enough girl?”
“Mmmm... Yes. Please, sir.”
The playful game was far too delicious.
“As I told you before. You are only allowed to come when I give you permission.”
After I let go of her hair, she dragged her tongue across her lips, her eyelids fluttering. “Yes. Sir.”
I continued the action, bringing her close to an orgasm then backing off, driving her to the point of near madness. All the while, my entire body remained tense, my legs tight as drums and my heart racing. Even I had difficulty with control.
As I rolled my finger up the crack of her ass, twisting and turning the plug, she let off a series of squeals. Then I began in earnest again, yanking both ends of the belt as I drew it back and forth. The second I stopped all movement, she gasped for air, slumping toward the window.
“Please let me come, sir.”
“When I tell you to, you will. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir. Yes. Yes!”
I refused to stop, keeping the brutal motion going until she was tossing her head back and forth, her lovely mouth twisted open as she gasped for air.
“Come for me. Come. Now!”
There was no second of hesitation, her entire body lighting up as she roared to an explosive climax, her strangled sounds filtering into the air.
“Oh, God. Yes. Ohhhh...”
She half laughed as the single orgasm shifted into a second, then a wave as I continued pulling like the savage I’d become.
“What a very good girl.”
Her half smile was my only reward.
When I eased the belt from between her legs, I laid it over her shoulders. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Valentina’s eyes opened wide as she obeyed her task, studying me intently as I slid the slickened leather back and forth across her tongue. All the while my cock continued to throb, my balls aching.
“My sweet little pet,” I murmured then yanked the belt down to her neck, twisting it until she almost reached for it, breaking the rules. I leaned closer, pressing my lips against her ear. “One day perhaps you’ll earn a collar. My collar. Which you will wear every single day. Until then, this is your reminder that you belong to me.”
With a slight tug, I whipped the strap away from her neck, folding it in half.
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, her chest rising and falling.
“For now, thirty strikes of my belt for your insolence in refusing to obey me.”
I expected a rebuttal, but she was quiet, likely knowing I’d add strikes to her penance.
“Stay in position or I’ll be forced to start again.”
Her mouth twisted before answering, her eyes burning with fire. “Yes. Sir.”
As I smacked the belt against her bottom, my entire body was lit on fire, flames licking at my conscience as well as my humanity. I could taste the burning need, enjoying the moan slipping past her lips. I delivered two more in rapid succession, my heart now thudding against my chest wall. Everything about this was perfect.
The sound of her scattered cries.
The way her body flinched.
The marks that she’d wear for several hours.
All because I owned her.
“Oh...” she whimpered, taking gasping breaths.
“Look at me.”
I waited, counting to five until she lifted her head, biting her lower lip.
After issuing four more in a row, I brushed the tips of my fingers across her skin, my fingertips seared from the rush of heat. I could just make out a few marks, the draw more powerful than I cared to admit.
She kept her eyes locked onto mine as I gave her five more, two on her upper thighs.
“Oh!” Jerking forward, her fingers white-knuckled, she did everything she could do to obey me, her eyes never leaving mine.
When I smacked her again and again, she lifted her leg then immediately dropped it, hissing through clenched teeth. The feel of her skin was marvelous, her expression pushing me to another limit altogether.
I had difficulty focusing as I continued her punishment, my fingers aching from the way I held the belt. This was a beautiful moment, a beginning.
I only hoped this wouldn’t be the end.
“Five more,” I huffed, my voice no longer recognizable.
“Yes... sir...” Her hot breath skipped along the window, creating a circle of steam.
“Do you see them across the street? Can you feel their heated eyes watching you?”
Valentina jerked her head, scanning from right to left, finally nodding.
“One day, you’ll be disciplined at the club in front of everyone who’s there.” As the electricity continued to soar between us, I gave her the last five, immediately tossing the unwanted strap before closing the distance.
She tensed as I cupped her breasts, fingering her nipples, flicking my fingers back and forth.
“Imagine how full you’ll be with my cock and the plug you’re wearing.”
A whimper left her mouth, her entire face shimmering.
I shifted my hips, my cock pushing against her bruised ass. The heat was incredible, boosting the hunger that was ready to boil over. I had to be inside. There was no holding back. After sliding the tip past her dripping, swollen folds, I gripped her hips, yanking her back several inches. The moment I pushed inside, the pressure of the anal plug dragged a moan from the very depths of her being.
“Oh, God...” Every sound she made was ragged and she slapped the window several times as I thrust deep inside, her muscles immediately clamping around the thick invasion. She parted her lips, trying desperately to follow my orders, blinking as if unable to see me clearly.
I pulled out until just the tip was inside, plunging once again, shocked how wet and tight she was.
She arched her back, her moans increasing.
“Such a tight pussy. Fuck. Yes.” Growling, I thrust in and out, my legs already aching as the tension increased. I rolled onto the balls of my feet, my actions becoming more barbaric, the force pushing her up against the window.
“Yes. Yes...”
I became a wild man, driving with crazed abandon, plunging harder and faster. Everything ached, my balls ready to explode but I wanted this to last.
Valentina pushed hard against me, extending her arms as the sounds of skin slapping against skin became the sweetest music.
I wasn’t going to be able to hold back, my balls filling, my entire body shaking. As I dug my nails into her hips, I powered into her several additional times until there was no way I could hold back the orgasm.
The second she squeezed her muscles, I lost it, throwing my head back and roaring as I erupted, filling her with my seed.
“Yes!”
There was nothing like the satisfaction of taking her, holding her close. I h
adn’t anticipated the joy that exploded along with the way my body reacted. I held her close until our breathing became normal.
My body spent, I placed my hands over hers, crowding her space. She shuddered, her entire body trembling, the heat erupting into a firestorm.
“Who are you, Gregory Dunmore?” she finally asked, her voice the sound of a beautiful bird.
Her question wasn’t random but one she’d been thinking for hours, perhaps the last two days. Sadly, there was no answer I could give that would provide what she needed. “A monster.”
“I don’t believe that.”
The closeness was snapped, the man who’d been the only one I could stand resuming his presence.
“Then you would be wrong. Never forget. I can and will hurt you. That is a promise.” The words left a vile taste in my mouth. How could I long to damage something so beautiful, so honest? Because that’s all I knew how to do. Damage.
Destroy.
Sighing, she locked her eyes onto mine, the reflection in the window more powerful than anything I’d experienced in quite some time. Within a few intense seconds, I gathered a glimpse of her soul, the golden light almost blinding. “What do you want to be, Gregory?”
I opened my mouth twice before being able to answer and this time, the truth was painful. “I have no idea.”
There were no other words to say, no small talk that would shift us into anything more than what we were.
Yet for a few peaceful seconds, I was allowed to be a man instead of a monster.
Chapter Ten
Autumn
A complicated man.
A gorgeous monster.
A powerful enemy.
I didn’t know him at all. There was little to help me see or understand what he enjoyed or hated, what he preferred in liquor or in food, or what saddened him. Nothing. He was an enigma, a solitary man who had no understanding of who he was. While some insane portion of me craved getting to learn every nuance, to peel away the multiple layers that seemed to match the ones protecting me, there simply wasn’t time.
Or maybe I’d taken his promise seriously. He would hurt me.
Sadness wrapped around a portion of my mind, my heart heavy. There was no reason for me to give a shit about him. None. He would never be able to let me inside, especially since I’d already betrayed him. Then again, what would I want with a man who had no ability to care for anyone?
