“Why J? How come you picked this cookie for me?”
She paused, her eyes traveling to the J cookie then to my eyes. “It’s my favorite letter.” She lifted her arm to take her hoodie off. Her undershirt lifted up in the process and I saw marks, dark blue and black bruises on her back and side. I flinched at the sight. My face was frozen in shock, looking at the spots on her, until she removed her hoodie and tied it around her waist.
“It doesn’t hurt, J.” She paused until my eyes connected with hers. “It never did. I’m numb.” I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but couldn’t. “Would you like a twelve-year-old’s advice, J?” I just nodded, rubbing the back of my neck, feeling nauseated all over again. “Pretend,” she said clearly, but I was still confused. “Pretend you have control.”
I repeated out loud, “Pretend.” I stared at her as she climbed onto her bike.
“How long do I pretend?”
She gave me a small smile, one that touched her sad eyes before she answered, “You pretend, until you don’t have to pretend anymore. Until, you are what you pretend to be.” She turned around after that and disappeared under the streetlights. I looked down at my J cookie, crumbled in my hand. My mind focused on her words: “Pretend you have control.”
Chapter One
“Excuse me,” I said rather loudly as I gave the guy trying to move his cart in front of mine a look that had him jolting back.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t see you,” he said and I only grunt as I moved past him. I was in the grocery store after working a straight 12 hours on my Sunday. I worked as a veterinarian in a clinic in a low-income part of town, so I saw quantity and not necessarily quality of animal owners. It was both mentally and physical exhausting. It was either shop on a weekend at noon or go home to an empty fridge and waking up eating my sock. I just needed the staples: eggs, milk, and cereal. I knew if I didn’t get out of here soon, I was going to beat the shit out of someone. The clerk started ringing up my items as she looked at me, smiling. I gave her my most seductive smile. I had it down to an art. I waited for the moment she knew I was flirting with my flashing green eyes. I knew she was close to the realization and watched as a giggle and the bright red cheeks took over her face. She began babbling after that, nothing making any sense. I found it amusing. I winked at her after I paid, grabbed my groceries, and headed to my Jeep.
I was happy to finally reach my spacious apartment. I needed breakfast and space away from people since I was feeling aggressive. I rolled my head on my shoulders, trying to loosen up a little before entering. I used my key and took a deep breath before I entered. Bo, my very large beast of a dog, was the first to greet me. He was a Rottweiler on the outside and a playful Lab on the inside. He was the scariest looking dog I could find, but beneath the rough appearance was a loveable mutt. I brushed past him and set the groceries on the counter. I grabbed Bo’s breakfast and slowly staggered out of pure fatigue to the outside patio area to feed him. I scanned the apartment and gave Bo praise for taking care of the place. He was an awesome dog. I normally take him to work with me, except on the weekends at the animal clinic and he couldn’t come. I left the patio door open and made my way in to put away the groceries when I saw Bettina. She was already in the kitchen. Bettina was my “live in”, that’s the only way I can describe her. She lived in my apartment. We hated each other and it worked. Some people had a better half, a person that made them want to be better. I had Bettina she made me forget how miserable I was because with her I was always too angry to feel anything other than aggressive and dominant.
“So you visit with that dog first?” I could tell she was in the mood to fight. Her lip curled when she said “that dog.”
“Bettina, Bo has to eat. I was only feeding him. Did you take him for a walk while I was at work?” I talked as I put the eggs and milk in the fridge.
“No, I hate that dog. I wanted a little dog, one I could hold, and you bought me that.” She pointed at Bo. It was true; she wanted a toy poodle and I bought a dog that would protect her when I was gone.
“Well I’ll have to take him for a walk after breakfast then.” She gave me a foul look.
“Are you punishing me?” Her voice was snide and I wanted to smack the look off her face. I retreated to the bedroom instead, not acknowledging the way she always made me feel. Normally I would stifle her outburst immediately, but my mental capacity to take on her bitter word was failing, more lately than it ever has. I used to enjoy a little hateful fight that led to a rough fuck, but I didn’t trust my anger lately, my control wasn’t like it used to be. I was growing careless and my focus was lacking. I put on some shorts, a tank top, and my running shoes. I was so fatigued from not eating and lack of sleep that it took me a little longer than normal.
When I returned to the kitchen, Bettina was over the sink pouring my milk out. My feet took off in a sprint and I grabbed the milk from her hand. “What the fuck, Bettina?”
“Maybe while you’re out you can stop by the store and get some milk.” She laughed an evil laugh. Her stunts that she pulled were increasing and just like an unruly child if you don’t nip the behavior right away it grows into an ugly beast and that was Bettina lately. Acting out was her specialty but lately it turned spiteful and where it was always mean, it was turning vengeful and wicked. The look in her squinted eyes and her deceitful laugh causing me to break, becoming the animal she craved right before her eyes. Anger was at the forefront now and there was no reasoning with anger. I reached in the junk drawer and pulled out two long zip-ties and a bungee cord. I wrapped her hands together in a hand towel lying next to the sink and zip-tied her hands together around the towel. I moved so fast she didn’t have time to pull away. The sound of the zip-tie tightening soothed my inner Dom causing me to grit my teeth together in pleasure, finally a relief. Nothing was sexier to me than a tied down woman. The control that I craved for everything in my life including this insane woman, took over my body, like a drug and it was welcoming. It was the point I relished the most, my high on life.
I immediately moved to the dining room and moved the table with my hip. I was in adrenaline overload now. Bettina was still yapping and her voice was making my eyes twitch. She was bitching that I never give her any attention or some shit. I grabbed a chair slipping my hands through the slats in the back and stood on it, never releasing my hold on her hands. She was struggling to get away, but my grip was strong and there was no way in hell she was going to get her way. I removed the hanging chandelier, a fancy decoration, and set it on the ground. I had this bar installed when we first moved in. Bettina was a work in progress. Any time she was awake and I was here was considered a teaching moment. I hadn’t been around like I was in the beginning so Bettina was long overdue for the bar punishment. I moved Bettina to the couch and began undressing her. I could tell by her breathing pattern that she was a horny bitch. I undressed her slowly, my mouth grazing over her opened shirt and down her stomach. The teasing I was doing was creating a deep want, giving me the upper hand, as if I needed it right now. It was something that gave me the added edge. Keeping her on the horny ledge allowed me more control because I was about to get mean. This was the calm before the storm. She wanted the beast and the beast was ready to play. I paid special attention to her sweet spot, making sure to avoid it at all cost. I removed her panties with my free hand before traveling up her body, pressing my clothed body into hers giving me all the power. I gently grinded against her, giving her a taste of my hard-on, watching her eyes get lidded. She was right where I wanted her, sexually aroused and helpless to my will. She was already submitting… it was that easy. I grabbed her lacy panties and smelled them; the scent fueling the animalistic creature inside of me. Nothing smelt better than the sexual cream of a female.
I flashed her a devilish smile as I adjusted the panties so she could taste her passion for me. I put the cotton part in her mouth and tied the lace behind her head. Gratification I received when she let a disgruntle moan slip, pushed me
higher on the domination path. My body moved of its own accord, knowing without thinking what to do next. Sometimes, I amazed myself at my own frickin’ actions. I was that good. I stood authoritatively, leading her by the hands. I was close to the point I craved the most, the point where my mind could focus on body art. Right now, my only focus was her continual whimpers and the smell of her arousal; it was charging my alpha male. I pulled up a chair next to the one under the support bar and within minutes adjusted the bungee cord between her hands under the zip-ties and I yanked her onto the chair next to me. I hooked the bungee cord to the support bar and it was a perfect fit, like always. I grinned and it was full of smug satisfaction as I stepped back, very proud of my work.
There she stood, on her tiptoes on top of the chair, just like a Barbie. She was bondage Barbie, from the tips of her dark blue manicured fingernails all the way down to her matching toenails, which were perched on the dark wooden chair upholstered in grey canvas. Her hands stretched so high above her head she couldn’t even wiggle any more. Frozen in a pose that was fucking sexy, she was breathtaking like this. I watched her eyes as fear and lust settled in, my favorite two emotions giving me a sense of calm. Bettina was naked except for her opened, thin and black button-up shirt, and her plump boobs restrained in her bra. I made a move to fix that. Stepping away, I circled her body as if I was in the wild and I was sizing up my prey. It was the only time I felt this kind of calm and peace of mind, a joy of knowing I was in complete control of everything. I inhaled and smelled her lust, and right now in this moment, everything is right with the world. I faced her once again and chuckled at the sight of her dirty panties in her mouth. This was happiness to me.
I stalked into the kitchen in search of a sharp knife and returned to my bondage Barbie. I prowled around her again, dragging the blade of the knife over her transparent shirt and the pad of my finger over her bare ass. I got a rush from her fear. The fact that after three years, she remained intimidated by me, reminded me why I kept her around. She pushed my alpha button and I returned the favor. I gave her a little more to be scared of, kept her guessing and she loved it. I took my sweet time tracing the bra with the sharp object. I glared up and see her eyes rolled back in her head in bliss. I slid the knife under her shoulder straps, and with a slight movement of my wrist, there was a pop. It was the best sound I heard all day. I did the same thing to the other side, and then I ran the knife to the center, right under the black bow perched between her full breasts, and I groaned when I heard the pop sound again. Her boobs spilled out. It was a beautiful sight.
Bettina had very large D breasts. She was definitely top heavy. I stepped away and Bo stood by me. I bent down to pet him, but didn’t take my eyes off her. I could smell her and I knew how turned on she was. I gave her a smile of approval. A blush of red traveled from her face down her chest. Bettina had dirty blonde hair with light blonde, almost white streaks throughout it. Her hair was wavy and fell to her slender shoulders. She had a tiny body that was all porcelain white. There was no variation of color on her skin except for the flush of her chest and face. She had hazel eyes that changed color with her changing mood. Right now, they were more brown and filled with hate and lust. She was never happy, but that was okay, because neither was I. It was a relationship of beautiful misery. She liked me because of my outside appearance and that was why I liked her. I spent most days trying to tame her, reminding myself of the unyielding control I had over all things. I had always sought command and authority ever since I could remember. I made a life out of routine and discipline, never giving in to the warm and fuzzy feelings that controlled most people. I never looked back on my past, just focused on day to day; the right now. The how and the why I became a control freak never seemed to have importance to me. I survived and was a product of that. Dwelling on the past was for pussies and for boys who were breast fed too long.
I patted Bo and stood up, treading back into the kitchen. Bo trailed behind me and I used the little remaining milk in a bowl of cereal. It was mostly dry, but I was determined to enjoy it. I made myself some scrambled eggs afterwards, taking my time. I returned to the dining room and ate my eggs while watching my hanging masterpiece next to the table. I finished eating and trekked over to her as I debated stroking my cock in front of her, but didn’t. I stepped on the chair next to hers and looked over her hands. I wanted to make sure her circulation was okay. I ran my fingers down her arms and over her breasts. Bettina was very pretty and she knew it. She looked at me longingly and batted her eyelashes. I ignored her and went to my room to grab some sex lotion. When the lotion is smoothed into her skin it brings out a tingly feeling, making the flesh sensitive and turning the entire body into an erogenous zone. I stalked back to her and began applying the lotion. I lathered it all over her flawless skin, starting at her arms and moving it over her heavy breasts, kneading it in thoroughly. I rubbed it all over her tight stomach and the globes of her ass. I lathered her thighs and put extra amounts all over her pussy, making sure to spread her lips to dip inside and to coat the top of her trimmed, blond mound. I bent down to finish off both of her long legs and in between her pedicured toes. I went to the office and grabbed a phonebook and then to her art room to grab the fan. I put the phonebook under her feet so she could stand a little more sturdily. I plugged in the fan, turned it on high and watched her eyes roll back with a muffled moan.
“All right, I am going to take Bo for a run. I’ll be back.” I looked at her and watched the priceless look of panic cross her face as she began shaking her head frantically. It made me laugh wickedly.
I grabbed a leash by the front door and called for Bo. We went through the lobby and out the front door where I waved at the doorman and headed off toward the park. We ran the whole length of the giant park. I ran him hard, not letting him stop until he was panting and I knew he needed water. We got back to my building and I looked at the time as I entered the lobby. We had been gone 33 minutes. When we entered the apartment, I got Bo a bowl of water and filled a cup for myself. I walked into the dining room to see my masterpiece still hanging from the ceiling.
“Hey, babe. I feel a lot better. I’m going to get in the shower and then I’ll take care of you.” She tried to talk but couldn’t, causing a big smile to ease across my face. “That’s what I thought.”
I turned the shower on and got in right away. A cold shower was what I needed, it cleared my thoughts, sometimes anger consumed me, and the cold water was shocking and made me see clearly. I soaped up and rinsed off. It felt amazing and I stayed in extra-long, allowing me enough time to take care of myself. Everything seemed clearer after I jacked off. For me it was the difference between drunk and sober. After drying off, I walked back into the dining room wearing only my boxers. Her eyes lit up at what was in my hands. I carried the biggest dildo I had, nipple clips, chains, and a belt.
“So I was thinking about your punishment while I was running—the punishment for pouring my milk down the sink and for being a complete bitch when I got home.” I heard my voice rise and I fought my anger. I had to control it. I controlled myself-, no one else. That’s was what this lesson was about. Her actions shouldn’t affect me, nor her words. I smiled, mastering the look on my face.
She would see only what I wanted her to see. “I think we will talk about your punishment after I get you off. Does that sound good?” Her eyes lit up and she vigorously nodded her head. I stood up on the chair next to hers. I ran a finger lazily over her taut nipples and I placed my mouth right on top of the peak. Her body tensed and I heard her strong intake of breath. I continued torturing her with my tongue, swirling and sucking hard right on the tip. Then when her eyes were closed and she was far too distracted to realize what I was doing, I applied the tight nipple clamp. I watched the teeth of the clamp pinch the area right above her sweet areola, hard, and I felt my erection grow inside my boxers. I repeated my actions to the other breast and attached the silver chain to each one. My hand slid down her sweaty body, and I ran my fi
ngers around her slick entrance, tracing the outer lips. Bettina’s body leaned into my hand, soaking it with her cream. She was in a sexual haze. It was when I liked her best. Her mouth was only filled with pleasured moans, not venom and hostility. I gave a sharp tug on the chain and drove my bent fingers deep inside her, pumping and twisting in a quick rhythm. Bettina threw her head back and let out a loud, muffled scream, her mouth still gagged with her drool-soaked panties, and her hips bucking. I removed my drenched hand and waited until she stilled. “That’s one,” I said seductively into her ear, counting her orgasms. “I should tell you, the more you orgasm, the more someone else will thank you later.” I lifted my hand in the air and she quickly stilled. “Good girl, Bettina.” I got off the chair and placed a black leather belt around her waist that had silver clips in the front and back. “Now put your foot on my shoulder.” When she did, I slowly slid the large dildo inside her, playing with it in the process, her juices making it easy. I rubbed it over her swollen clit once and then twice and then slipped it in a few inches again slowly. I dragged it back out, repeating the same pattern over and over. Her body was mine at that moment, and I could accomplish any fantasy I wanted. This was right where I desired her.
I quickly shoved the huge dildo all the way into her and stilled my hand. When her thrashing and loud moaning stopped, I ran a smaller belt between her legs and secured it tautly to the first one I had linked around her waist. I stepped back up onto the chair and detached her hands from the bar. Her arms immediately dropped forward and I heard her whimper; the blood rushing back to her hands excruciating, I was sure. I helped her down off the chair and I directed her to the bedroom, pulling firmly on the chain that ran from nipple to nipple. She walked bow-legged, and I stopped and licked my thumb before placing it on her engorged clit, playing again with the swollen bud. I tugged upward on the chain, teasing her sensitive nipples and continued the torture with my thumb on her clit and she came again, almost collapsing in the hall.
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