by Zoe Blake
As I pulsed my finger in and out of my pussy, my bra began to feel tight and confining. My hard nipples brushed against the cheap scratchy lace as my arousal reached painful proportions.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulled my face to within inches of his own. “Are you ready to take this game to the next level?”
Oh, god… was I?
Chapter 7
Richard
Grabbing Elizabeth’s panties off the table, I ushered her out the back door of the restaurant without even bothering to pay or retrieve my coat. I would settle up with them later. Right now I had far more pressing matters to attend to.
Behind the large building, I walked her down the alleyway and made a right then another quick left. We stopped in front of an old iron gate, which secured a small, walled-in private garden.
Looking around, I spied half a brick that was probably used to prop open the back door of a business across the way. Taking it in hand, it only took two strikes of the rock to dislodge the small, ineffective padlock.
“Richard! This is breaking and entering!” exclaimed Elizabeth.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Growling my answer, I shoved her against the brick wall just inside the garden.
The stone cut into my palms as I caged her in. Before she could say another word, my mouth descended.
Finally claiming her for my own.
Leaning my hips in, I pressed my cock against her stomach as my tongue pushed between her teeth. She tasted of honey and champagne.
Elizabeth whimpered.
I was bruising her lips. I knew soon I would taste blood as the pressure of my mouth cut against the sharp edge of her teeth but I didn’t care.
I wanted her to feel pain from my kiss.
Wanted her to feel everything, including the threat of my cock.
Her small hands dug into the lapels of my jacket. Whether it was to draw me closer or push me away didn’t matter. I wasn’t going anywhere.
Seizing her wrists, I pulled them high over her head and secured them with only the grip of my left hand. She was so small and delicate, like a little bird.
One I would soon cage so only I could hear the beautiful song of her moans and pleas.
Turning her head to the side, her breath came in ragged gasps. “Richard, wait!”
“No.”
I claimed her mouth once more.
Fuck. I would never get enough of this woman.
It had become essential to my sanity that I possess her, everything about her—mind, body, and soul—from the first moment I saw her in the park two weeks ago.
She had ruined my careful plans by almost getting hit by that cab today but no matter. The time for making plans was over. From this point forward, there was nothing but action… and her delicious response.
Using her trapped position, pinned against the wall, I kicked her feet wider while swallowing her cry of alarm.
Wrenching her dress up over her ass, I once more pressed my hips into her pliant body, knowing the stone wall would scrape and bruise her soft flesh. The thought of one day soon putting a mark on that same gorgeous ass with my belt or hand sent another rush of blood to my cock till it swelled painfully tight and hard.
Fuck. I needed to be inside her, but that would have to wait.
Placing the heel of my palm between her legs, I pressed hard.
Elizabeth groaned.
“Do you like that?” I breathed against her open mouth. “You like the feel of my hand on your pussy?”
I forced one finger inside her wet heat. Christ, she was tight.
Elizabeth cried out.
Pulling my hand free, I reached inside my jacket pocket and pulled out her panties. Releasing her wrists, I placed them in her palm.
Elizabeth stared at me with desire clouding her eyes.
“Put these in your mouth.”
“I…”
“You heard me. I want you to shove your own panties into your mouth.”
With large, trusting eyes, she carefully raised her hand to her mouth and started to push the black lace fabric between her lips.
It wasn’t that I wouldn’t have enjoyed forcing her mouth open and pushing them deep inside her throat till she choked and pleaded with me with her eyes but this was how the game was played. She needed to be an active player in her own humiliation. Her own inevitable debauchery. Otherwise, it wasn’t really a game. It was just me using brute force. No, it was much more satisfying and challenging when I made them choose to be debased.
Her mouth now gaped obscenely, stuffed with her own arousal-slick panties.
Returning my hand to her pussy, I shoved one thick finger in deep.
Elizabeth’s muffled cry burst free as she lurched up onto her toes to try to avoid the pleasure and pain of my sudden intrusion.
It was about to get far worse for her.
I put a second finger at her entrance and thrust in deep.
Her head began to swing from side to side.
My mouth slid along the column of her neck, tasting her rapid pulse. I moved to lick the small hollow where her neck met her collarbone just as I forced a third finger inside her tight little body. My tongue lapped and sucked each delicious vibration from her scream.
With tears in her eyes, she started to plead with me, forgetting that the panties in her mouth distorted everything she tried to say. When she reached to remove them, I grabbed her wrist and once more pulled her arms up over her head.
“If you move your arms again, I’m going to bend you over that bench there and thrash you with my belt, do you understand?”
Tears fell from her eyes as she nodded.
“Good girl.”
I pulled my three fingers free then ruthlessly thrust them inside her again. Her eyes rolled as her head swung to the side.
“Use the pain, baby. Come for me.” My thumb circled her clit. With our bodies pressed close, I could feel her body tense with each thrust. Hear the rapid breathing through her nose and taste her moans with every tremor.
Trusting her to obey me, I released her wrists with a warning glare before circling her small neck with my much larger hand. I began to jackknife my fingers in and out of her body as I slowly applied pressure to her throat. Not enough to cut off her already limited air supply but just enough to intensify her orgasm when it hit.
As much as I loved how this sweater dress hugged her curves, I wished she had a shirt on that I could rip off her so I could finally taste those beautiful pink nipples. I hadn’t seen them but I just knew they would match the color of her tiny pink mouth and taste just as sweet.
Her thighs began to shake. I knew she was close.
The cream from her arousal dripped down my fingers, easing my way inside her tight body.
Spitting the panties out of her mouth, she cried, “Yes! Oh, god! Yes!”
Her back bowed away from the wall, pushing her pussy harder onto my hand as she came. It was magnificent to watch. The heightened color on her cheeks. Her kiss-bruised lips now a darker pink. The faint sheen of sweat across her brow.
Her body slumped against mine. I held her close as I waited for her breathing to once more become slow and even.
“That was… oh, my god… that was—”
“Not over yet.” Giving her a playful bite on the neck, I swung her body around and forced her to bend over a large stone pillar, empty of its now forgotten statue.
From the bare glow of the streetlamp, I could see the red scrapes on her pale ass from the stone wall as I hiked the sweater dress up even higher.
“Do you like being displayed like this? Do you like knowing that at any moment a passerby could get a full view of your beautiful ass?”
Elizabeth only whimpered.
Raising my arm, I laid the flat of my palm down on her right cheek.
Her body lurched upward as she cried out.
“Answer me. Tell me what a dirty little girl you are… tell me.”
Sobbing, Elizabeth relented. “I’m a dirty girl.”<
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“Should I spank my dirty girl?”
“Yes! Oh, god, spank me!”
Not wanting to waste time with my belt and wanting to feel her flesh beneath my hand, I gave her the punishment she begged for. Laying the flat of my palm down over and over again till her creamy white skin glowed a bright crimson red. I loved watching her curves contract then bounce with every strike. The way she reared up on her toes only to push back and accept the hit.
One day soon, she would be properly punished, not this coy spanking, but that would have to wait till she was more fully under my control.
Fisting the fabric of her dress right at her lower back to keep her prone and submissive, I started my new assault.
Without preamble I thrust three fingers into her now swollen pussy. She was still wet and dripping from her earlier orgasm.
“Are you ready to take four fingers?”
“Please, no. Please don’t. It’ll hurt.”
“That’s what you want, admit it, Elizabeth. You want me to make it hurt.”
Ignoring her refusal, I twisted my hand till I was able to push a fourth finger into her small hole.
She reared up onto her toes. “Take them out! It’s too much! It hurts!”
“Lower your voice or I will force all my fingers in,” I warned.
“Please,” she whimpered more softly.
“Spread your legs.”
When she didn’t immediately obey, I kicked at her boots. Her legs spread wider. Taking a moment, I appreciated how degrading her position was, bent over with her bare, punished red ass in the air and my hand pushed between her trembling, cum-stained thighs.
Putting more pressure on my restraining hand on her back, I pulled my fingers free till almost the tips then thrust them back in. My cock was significantly wider than my four fingers so she needed to learn to accept the girth.
This time I continued to push harder, feeling her inner muscles tremble and stretch as the entrance of her pussy resisted, putting pressure against my knuckles. This time I began to thrust and shove in earnest. Watching as her poor pussy began to gape from the beating it was taking.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of it.”
Elizabeth moaned in response.
Releasing the fabric of her dress, my hand fisted in the mass of curls down her back. As I violently pulled on her hair, her body arched. Her head tilted back as her mouth opened. I gave one more ruthless thrust of my hand, coming daringly close to full on fisting her.
The moment she began to scream her orgasm, my mouth crashed down on hers. Thrusting my tongue in deep, I licked and laved every scream of pleasurable pain that racked her small body. Grinding my cock against the sharp edge of the stone pillar as I imagined one day forcing a large dildo up inside her the moment I pushed my cock deep down her throat.
Releasing her mouth, I let her head drop back down as she laid limp and spent. Slowly removing my hand, I took several steps back, admiring her prone form. The gleam of her pale skin against her black boots. Her beautiful mass of hair covering her face in a messy tangle of chestnut curls and waves. The blush on her ass cheeks from my own hand.
She looked like a pagan sacrifice on an altar.
The image was fitting considering my future plans for her.
Lizzie
There was no thinking. Only feeling.
The brush of Richard’s knuckles across my still sensitive skin as he gently pulled my dress back into place. The feel of him gathering my hair into his hand and off my face. Him cradling my body on his lap as he wrapped his jacket around me. Then the feeling of floating as he carried me in his arms.
Somehow, we got into a car. Through my sensual fog, I realized it wasn’t a cab but rather a large private town car. Richard was speaking to the driver as if he knew him.
Finally, he settled back into the plush seats with me on his lap, my head on his shoulder.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I would think about what had just happened.
Tomorrow I would replay, probably over and over again in my mind, how I shamelessly begged a complete stranger to spank me. I wasn’t naïve, I knew some people thought spanking was kinky, I just never thought I was one of them.
Tomorrow, the guilt, shame, and recriminations would come.
Tomorrow I would wonder if I ruined a good thing with my outlandish wanton behavior.
Tomorrow I would wonder if there was even a tomorrow with this man who so enthralled me, I lost all sense of self and decorum.
Tomorrow… just not tonight.
Tonight, I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to feel.
I must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember was Richard gently shaking me awake telling me I was home.
Opening the car door first, he got out then reached out a hand to help me. Thankfully, because my legs were still shaking as I tentatively emerged from the car.
As I approached my apartment building door, I tried to give him his jacket.
“Keep it. Give it back to me tomorrow when I pick you up for dinner.”
Tomorrow.
So, there would be a tomorrow.
I hugged the jacket closer, hiding my smile in his turned-up lapel. It smelled even stronger of his cologne than his overcoat.
As he turned to go, I held onto his sleeve. “Wait!” My cheeks flamed with the question I was about to ask but I had no choice. “What is your last name?”
“Payne. Richard Payne.”
He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before jumping into the back of the sleek black car. Moments later it sped away.
Digging in my purse for the keys, I turned and stared at the now empty street as an odd thought pierced the haze in my mind.
How did he know where I lived?
Chapter 8
Lizzie
“Someone channeled their inner slut last night!”
“What?” I grabbed the pillow Jane threw at my head and put it aside. “Why would you say something like that?”
Watching as she crossed to my open closet and started shifting through the clothes hanging there, I waited anxiously for her response.
The idea of my exploits being plastered all over Facebook or a trending topic on Twitter made my stomach twist. Had someone taken photos of us in the garden? Fuck! Were there now revenge porn photos of my bare ass all over the internet? Or worse, a video! Grabbing the pillow she had thrown at me, I cradled it to my chest and buried my head. Please, god, let there not be a viral video of me getting my ass spanked in public while I moaned and begged for more like a wanton whore.
What the hell was I thinking last night?
None of that was me.
Like at all.
I was vanilla girl sex.
My idea of risqué was maybe doing it in the backseat of a car. It sure as hell wasn’t getting my ass spanked while a stranger practically fists my pussy.
Casting a quick glance to make sure my flat mate was engrossed in stealing clothes from my closet, I shifted my hand under the covers to between my legs. Pressing my fingertips gingerly against my pussy, I winced. It still felt swollen and sore. Never in my life had I been sore the next day after sex.
Wait… we didn’t even have sex, not really. Oh, my god! What would actual sex be like with a man like Richard? He’d probably put me in traction.
“Can I borrow that Betsey Johnson dress of yours? The one with the beaded fringe?”
Reaching to the end of my bed, I grabbed my pink Hello Kitty hoodie and pulled it over my head, somehow needing its comforting worn-out feel and warmth.
“Yeah. Sure. It’s in the back next to the Donna Karan A-line dress. What did you mean by the slut comment?”
Pushing my hair away from my face, I resisted the urge to rub my dry eyes. I didn’t think I got an hour’s worth of sleep last night. I just kept going over yesterday’s events in my mind. Over and over again. Every word I said. Everything I did.
Did Richard think I was an idiot for almost getting hit by
a cab?
Did he think I was immature for not talking more about world events at dinner?
Did he think I was too young for him?
Did he think I was a slut for baring my ass and begging him to spank it?
You know… the usual first date worries.
“I’m borrowing your Juicy Couture platforms to go with it,” came Jane’s muffled voice from inside my closet.
Sometimes I think the only reason why Jane chose me as a flat mate was the fact we were the same size, both in clothes and shoes. That and the fact that I was willing to pay the lion’s share of the rent to get the bedroom while she crashed on the pull-out sofa in the living room.
As Jane backed out of the closet and turned to hold up my dress in front of her to survey the look in my standing full-length mirror, I caught sight of Richard’s black morning jacket hung on the post at the end of my white wrought-iron bed. Tossing my covers over it, I stood and went to uncover my birdcage.
Turning away so she couldn’t see my face, I tried to keep my voice calm and casual. “What did you say about my inner slut?”
“Jeez. Relax. I’m just kidding. You came in super late last night.”
My two finches started singing and hopping from branch to branch in their large gold-painted cage. Their warbling calls giving me an oddly soothing sense of normalcy. Sliding open the cage door, I reached my hand in for their water dish.
Coco dashed past me.
“Look out, Jane! Coco is on the loose!”
“She better not shit on my dress!” cried Jane as she hunched her shoulders, protecting the clothes in her arms.
Coco flew several laps around the small bedroom before returning to the cage. Dior sat demurely on her branch and just cocked her head from side to side, staring at me with shining dark eyes.
“She just wanted a little bit of excitement,” I cooed as I filled their dish with birdseed. Just then, the church bells started to chime. Looking out through my bedroom window, I could just make out the spire to the Romanian Saint George Church. The view got me every time. It was so gothic and romantic.
