His Witness

by Vanessa Waltz

  “I want to hear you beg for me.”

  “I hate you.” But my voice lies to the feeling swelling my heart.

  His eyes lift in excitement and his laughter spreads over my cheeks like fire. I do hate him. I love his hands on me, but I hate him.

  The mattress bounces as he stands up from it, reaching under the bed for a box, where he pulls out a small metallic egg with some sort of wire attached to it.

  “Oh, I think you’ll be singing a different tune soon enough.”

  He moves down the bed with it, and I’ve no idea what it is. Is he going to electrocute me? Tommy climbs over the bed, straddling my legs as he lowers the device to my pussy, which contracts at the cool touch. The sound of violent buzzing immediately fills the air, and suddenly I’m in the throes of ecstasy. The metal egg vibrates against my clit, sending jolts of electricity everywhere.

  “Oh my God!”

  He laughs, giving me a greedy look as my back arches against the pleasure rolling through me. He slides the metal egg calmly, up and down. I feel it singeing every nerve. Everything is on fire and I moan loudly as he leans forward to grab my breast again. He pinches the nipple ruthlessly.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “I—I don’t want—”

  What don’t I want? The muscles inside me call for something thick to fill their depths, for Tommy’s legs to wrap around me. For his body to thrust inside me—No!

  I will not fucking beg him!

  He pushes the egg inside me, his fingers probing through my wetness. I clench hard, wanting it deeper. More. A second loud buzzing fills the room and I shake my head violently.

  “No, please!”

  He grins and touches the second egg over my clit.

  It’s like an explosion. Pleasure and stimulation beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. My back arches and I scream out loud. Fuck, it feels so good and he feels so good. He attaches it there to my clit with a small piece of tape and straddles my waist. All I can think about is his legs pressed against my sides. He sits up, watching me struggle as he removes his t-shirt. He’s not overly muscled, but there’s not an inch of fat on him. I want to run my hands over his broad chest to feel the hardness of his muscles.

  My back arches again as another jolt seizes my pussy, riding me higher. He leans forward as I jerk against my handcuffs, his hands caressing my tits and pinching my nipples as wave after wave of pleasure rocks inside me. His weight pins me down, preventing me from throwing off the devices.

  “Tommy! I can’t—no!”

  Christ, this isn’t fair. How am I supposed to fight this?

  His breath billows over my face as he laughs at my distress.

  Without thinking, I lean forward, catching his lips in mine. His weight bears down on me as his tongue opens my mouth wider, but it’s too much. It’s just making it worse.

  “Tommy!”

  “Tommy!” he mimics my tone, laughing. “Tell me what you want.”

  Then I realize as I stare into his hot gaze—this is what he wants. He wants me to beg. Am I going to let that fucker win, just because he’s teasing me?

  No.

  I set my jaw firmly, saying nothing. His eyes glitter as he reaches back, finding the egg strapped to my clit. He applies a bit of pressure. More electrical jolts seize my pussy, making me clench hard over the egg vibrating inside me. Oh fuck. I’m going to lose this battle. I’m going to fucking come.

  Then he rips off the egg over my clit, and the fire simmers down. Before, it was seconds from explosion. Now it’s just blazing hot. He falls back from me, smiling as he reaches inside me and grabs the second egg. Almost immediately he puts it over my clit. Two fingers slide between my folds, pushing up hard against my raw flesh.

  Oh my God.

  How does he do this to me? Within seconds I’ve gone mad. I want something longer, harder, thicker. I just want him to fuck me, already. Just fuck me! I scream with my eyes. Do it!

  My chest rises and falls hotly, and every time Tommy feels that I’m close to an orgasm, he stops. A shaking sob leaves my chest when he does it again.

  “Please. Just do it.”

  “Just do what?”

  “You know what.”

  “I can watch you squirm all goddamn day.”

  Another pleasurable jolt seizes my stomach, and I try to throw him off.

  “Argh!”

  He clicks his tongue. “It could be much worse, wouldn’t you say?”

  Not much worse.

  Another finger slides inside me, and together they curl upward, fucking my pussy as the maddening egg vibrates against my clit, drenching his hand in my arousal.

  “I want you!”

  The scream tears from my throat before I can take it back, and his eyes blaze at me, his fingers stopping inside me.

  “What did you say?”

  He knows damn well what I said.

  “Just fuck me already.”

  His low, tutting voice fills my ears. “You’re not the one giving out orders, slave.”

  “I’m not your—ah!”

  The fingers twist inside me, pressing up against the membrane of flesh between the egg and his fingers. I just can’t anymore.

  “Please.”

  “We’ve been through this, sweetheart. Beg me.”

  “I am begging!”

  “Not hard enough.” He leans over, his fingers still buried deep inside me. Hot lips descend over mine, pulling me closer to the edge.

  “Please, Tommy. I want you to fuck me.”

  His face pulls away, no longer looking amused. Dark eyes burn away at my skin. “Say it like you fucking mean it.”

  “Fuck me!” I moan to the ceiling, not caring anymore about how ridiculous I must look or how I’m playing right into his hands. All I care about is having every inch of him buried deep, thrusting. His hands burn on my skin. I want him.

  His mouth takes my nipple between his lips, and I arch my back, thrusting my tits in his face. He sucks and sucks, mewling, pathetic sounds leaving my lips. A vicious red mark blossoms under his lips on my breast, and then he causes another searing welt, the pain and pleasure mingling together.

  “Tommy!”

  A groan escapes from his mouth as he tilts his head toward my face. “You have no idea how fucking hard that makes me.”

  “What?”

  “When you say my name like that.”

  I can hardly pay attention to what he’s saying. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as the egg tortures me, bringing me to the brink only for his fingers to stop moving inside me. He slips out of me and brings his hand to my face.

  “Suck every drop from my fingers.”

  I don’t want to. It’s humiliating and gross, but to get him to fuck me I’ll do anything. Anything. My mouth closes over his fingers, my lips sucking my arousal from his skin. I can taste myself. It’s so humiliating—it makes my cheeks burn like a furnace, and when it’s over he smiles at me.

  “Good girl.”

  I’m still in agony. I wrench my hands against the cuffs, wishing I could place them between my legs. A few thrusts and I could get off. He slides off the bed and I cry out, thinking that he’s going to leave me here. He gets a key instead and unlocks the handcuffs around my feet. My heart jumps as he slowly slides his jeans off his narrow hips, down his muscular thighs. My mouth waters when the black briefs quickly follow the jeans, and then he climbs on the bed, my thighs wrapping around his naked waist. His cock aims at my entrance, but he doesn’t shift forward. He just stares at me with that heavy, lust-laden look. His palm sweeps over my inner thigh, and my pussy clenches just from the unexpected warmth.

  What the hell is he waiting for?

  “Earlier, you said that you didn’t belong to me.”

  He leans forward, his cock flattened against my pussy as my legs push against my chest, vibrator still going madly. “I need you to accept the fact that your body belongs to me, that if I’m not obeyed without question, you’ll be punished downstairs with
nothing to see, hear, or feel.”

  I groan as his cock rubs against my clit, nudging the egg as his head nuzzles my ear.

  “When I tell you to spread your legs, you do it. When I want you to suck my cock before feeding you, you’ll drop to your knees. And if I want to fuck you—” I groan again as he nudges me, “you’ll take off your clothes and beg for my cock. You’re mine, understand?”

  He suddenly digs his fingers around my neck and I nod.

  “Yes, I understand!”

  He smiles. “Now tell me that you’re mine. Beg me.”

  A surge of fire joins the lust burning between my legs. I fucking hate him for what he’s done to me, but I want him so badly. “I’m yours. My body belongs to you, Tommy.”

  The mention of his name makes his eyes roll in his head. “Fuck.”

  The control vanishes from his eyes and he moves back. The bulge of his cock sits at the base of my pussy and at once he thrusts hard, the whole length of him filling me with ecstasy. The egg still vibrates on my clit, and the combined pressure from his cock makes me lift my head and scream. He sinks into me and tries to swallow my screams with his mouth, but I break away from him and he kisses my neck. Oh my God.

  His hips pound into mine, his cock throbbing deep inside me. His hands are all over and my heart hammers so hard I feel my chest vibrating.

  “Jesus, Tommy!”

  “I’m going to fuck you so good and hard you’ll never want anyone else.”

  The promise hisses in my ear and I tighten my legs around him, my eyes screwed shut. The egg brings me closer and closer, and every amazing thrust nudges me to the edge, and then I scream into his ear, half-sobbing with relief when my pussy clenches hard around him. A wave of respite momentarily spills over my limbs, but the egg keeps vibrating over my clit. Tommy’s cock pulses inside me, hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. Then it climbs up again, and again. He stops momentarily and pulls out of me.

  “No, please don’t!”

  He hears my plea and smiles, his body slick with sweat. “You are too much.” Then he moves forward, his legs straddling my chest. His cock shines with my juice, and he moves it over my lips so that it smears. I open my mouth and he slides inside with a groan.

  “That’s it. Suck everything off.”

  With my hands restrained, I can’t hold him. I can’t touch him. It drives me mad, but my head moves up and down his cock, sucking hard until I see his eyes close. His fingers curl into my hair when he hits the back of my throat. The egg sends convulsions up my legs, and I look into his eyes, pleading. He pops out of my mouth.

  “Please, Tommy. I want you inside me.”

  I can see him fighting with a smooth remark, but instead he growls in frustration and crushes his lips against mine. Then he pulls back.

  “Turn that beautiful body around.”

  He gets off me and I cross the handcuffs so that I’m on my knees. He moves behind me, his knees between mine. A broad hand slides over my back, tingling my skin as he gathers a fistful of hair and pulls me back. The pebbled crown pushes between my lips and enters me slickly. I nearly cry with happiness when he ruts me hard, using the other hand to massage the egg still strapped to my clit. Then he rips it off because I hardly need it anymore. I’m his. I belong to him. I’ve completely succumbed.

  White flag. I surrender.

  He alternates between grabbing my shoulder and groping my tits, which swing with the jerking of his hips. His moaning and animalistic growls fill my ears, ramping up the pleasure pounding through me. I clutch the bars of his headboard, barely able to avoid being thrown into them. His cock strikes me deeply, filling me completely. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life. My throat rips with a scream. Every thrust is painful as hell, but there’s so much pleasure riding along my clit that I confuse the two. They’re the same.

  Finally he hammers me so hard that I’m thrown forward, collapsing on the sheets. My face falls into the pillows as Tommy’s weight crushes me. His mouth bites my neck as he pounds me deep. The flesh-smacking sounds, Tommy’s hand crawling under my stomach to grab my breast, and his lips drive me to the edge. I scream his name as convulsions rip through my body and his voice lifts in a crescendo, a long, drawn-out yell. His cock twitches inside me and warmth fills my pussy. Heaving breaths fill my ears as his hips thrust and hold me there until his legs shake. Wet kisses plant all over my back as my stomach still shakes with my orgasm. Tommy breathes against my back for several moments, swearing under his breath.

  I feel absolutely broken. Undone. Completely shattered in a million pieces.

  I lost.

  He pulls out of me and reaches for the handcuffs, springing me free. He tosses them aside and falls back into the pillows, his eyes closed. His arm snakes under my shoulders and he pulls me into his chest, and my arm splays across him. My head nestles in the crook of his shoulder. It feels nice.

  I still hate you.

  Buried beneath the pleasant glow is a well of self-disgust, steadily rising up the walls like vomit. He took advantage of me. How could I let him do that? There was only one thing I hadn’t given to him, and now that’s gone. The few scraps of my dignity I’d managed to hold on to were ripped to shreds. He took them from me and cruelly tore them apart in front of my face. I can just feel him gloating from the way he strokes my body. I can imagine the smile on my face, and acid burns in my throat.

  “Tommy…”

  He turns his head, listening.

  “You’re a fucking bastard.”

  I hear the smile in his voice. “I did nothing to you that you didn’t want.”

  It’s not just what he did to me. I mean this. Now. Being held by him and liking it. Feeling something fluttering in my chest when he says my name.

  “You were everything I hoped for and more.”

  What the fuck does that mean?

  I’m just so tired of fighting him. His chest rises and falls like the tide and the sound of his breathing lulls me into a peaceful drowsiness. His hand draws circles on my back.

  * * *

  A small beeping. It drags me out of dreams. The first sensation I notice is how sore my body is. It’s a pleasant sort of soreness, like when you’ve worked out the day before.

  Or been fucked until your body is numb.

  Then I feel the thick blankets over me, and the body stirring next to me. There’s light behind my eyelids. Lots of it. It must be morning.

  A low voice hisses.

  “What? Everything’s going fine, I told you not to call me. No, Jack, that’s not a good idea. I said, no. I think that I’m the guy who’s got this under control. If you show up, you could fuck up everything I’ve—fine. Bye.”

  My insides freeze when he tosses the phone aside and turns to face me. My eyes are firmly shut.

  “You heard?”

  I press my lips against each other, determined not to speak. To pretend to be asleep.

  “Melanie, I know you’re awake. Your breathing changed.”

  “Yes, I heard.” My eyes fly open.

  His hair sprawls over the white pillow and his eyes look a bit red, as if he spent the night tossing restlessly. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

  I try to swallow the bile in my throat. Fine. Yes. Everything will be fine. I have to believe him at this point.

  “Let’s take a shower.”

  I nod and he slips out of the covers, as naked as I am. He gives me a bright smile and I follow him through the door, which leads to a large bathroom.

  I hesitate when he closes the door. I’ve no idea how to handle him now. Hell, I don’t have a handle on myself right now. Everything’s confused. There’s heat in my chest instead of that chill I usually feel when he looks at me.

  Something changed between us. It wasn’t just the sex. He gave himself completely to me last night, and so did I. Now I don’t know how to act around him anymore.

  Tommy twists the knobs of the shower and at once turns on me, his hands creeping around my head. “So
, how did you like last night?”

  I can’t think when he digs his fingers in my scalp like that. “I think you know.”

  “Oh I do. I just want to hear you say it.”

  The cocky smile he wears confirms my suspicions.

  “It was amazing. You’re amazing.”

  He wraps his hands around my face and pulls me into a soft kiss. His lips are barely there but they make my heart pound, and they make me gasp for breath. I’m pushed into the hot shower, and Tommy climbs in after me, shutting the glass door. I watch him as he lifts his neck over the showerhead, water spraying down his chest. He bends his head and the shower streams down, flattening his hair.

  I can’t let this happen. I need to fight back the only way I know how.

  Make him want you.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Tommy looks shocked as he tilts his head, still smiling as if he must’ve misheard me. “What?”

  He backs against the wall, hiding his confusion under a smirk as I wrap my arms around his neck and lean my body into his.

  “I’m sorry I never gave you a chance.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I was just scared.”

  He looks taken aback for a moment and then he squeezes my waist. “Doesn’t matter. I have you now.”

  My face screws up in pain and suddenly a dry sob shakes from my chest. “Yes, it does. This—everything could have been avoided if I’d just been nicer to you.”

  I kiss him before he can respond back, and my hands move down his neck and chest.

  Make him fall for you.

  The water sprays my back with heat, but it’s nothing compared to the blazing fire between our bodies. He deepens the kiss as my hands move down his hips and wrap around his cock, which is already at full mast.

  Our lips break away and I sink to my knees, facing his cock. He looks down at me with a puzzled expression. “Melanie—” His words cut off into a low moan as I flick my tongue over the head.

  I wrap my lips around him, creating a tight seal as my tongue sticks out, making swirls on his underside. His eyes close and he bites his lip as if he’s trying not to smile and then his hand balls in my hair. The pressure in his hand builds as he pushes the back of my head, forcing me to take more of him down my throat. I open wider, struggling to accommodate his girth as the shower echoes with his groans. My lips suck hard over his head and then his hips push against my mouth, shoving his throbbing length down my throat. He takes my head with his hands and thrusts deeply, water pouring down my lips. I reach underneath him and take his balls in my hand, using my other hand to clench the base of his cock. He hisses between his teeth and another hard thrust jabs the back of my throat.