by Alyssa Clark
I stumbled, because walking straight was far too difficult, and I tried my best to not tug my hand away from his. The safe word was on the tip of my tongue, but curiosity kept me from calling it. I had a feeling that there was more than just curiosity at play here.
Mr. Reed didn’t stop, though. His attention was on the doors as he navigated us around a bend, his grip on my hand was tight. Excitement and worry built in me as he came to a door, one that I guess was unoccupied. He threw the door open and drug me inside. I started to protest because it was all going way too fast for me, but he caught me up and turned me to face the giant mirror in the room.
It wasn’t really a mirror, it was a one way. Someone could see us, and I knew that now.
That magic word was just about to come tumbling out of my mouth until he cupped his hand over it. “Don’t use it because you know what that is and you don’t want anyone to see you.” His voice was in my ear, a low purr that seemed to set everything to attention. “No one is going to watch me fuck you, only you and I will be watching.”
How could he promise me that?
His fingers pressed into my mouth, and at first, I struggled to press it out with my tongue. I wasn’t fighting him, but there was an awkwardness of the invasion had me distracted.
“Stop,” he growled lowly. “Or the next thing you have in your mouth will be my cock.” He hummed as I relaxed my mouth around his fingers, he started slowly withdraw then press his fingers back into my mouth. There was no mistaking the intent with his motions.
I’d never done something like this, never sucked on anything save for a cough drop. But I figured that was what he was fishing for, so I swallowed hard and sucked light on the two digits. He made a low noise in my ear that sounded like approval. “Like that,” he nearly purred in my ear, and I felt it quake through me, all the way between my thighs. His hand came around the curve of my hip, and he pulled my ass back flush against his hips.
I felt the hardness of his cock against the small of my back and my breath caught. Awkwardness seemed to bleed away, and all I could think about was what it felt like the last time it was in me. I wanted that again, and if that meant I had to suck on his fingers, then it was okay to give a little. I arched back against him, the mirror all but forgotten. He hissed in response and the hand on my hip dipped down lower until he fisted it in the skirt of my dress. He tugged it upward. “All I want to do is rip this shit off and fuck you. But after you kept me waiting, you’re going to have to be punished.”
That was enough to bring me back to reality. It was disorienting, and I nearly choked on the damn fingers he had in my mouth. He’d been serious about the first punishment comment I’d seen? I tried to pull away, but he didn’t give me the chance. Instead, he pulled his hand from my mouth and shoved me further into the room all the way to the wall the big mirror was on. I didn’t fight, but there was no keeping me from being clumsy. He snorted and kept me upright when I started to stumble.
He pressed me forward until I had to turn my head or have my face smashed against the glass. I winced at the cool feeling, I didn’t realize my cheeks were burning until I was pressed against something cold.
“Don’t hurt me, please.” It came out as a strangled noise that I didn’t even recognize as my voice.
“Shh,” he soothed as he took hold of my hands. “Don’t fret too much. Just put your hands on the glass and keep them there, you do well, and I’ll make sure to reward you.” He pressed them both into the glass as he spoke, keeping his hands on mine for only a moment.
I didn’t pull away from the mirror, I stayed like he asked me to. I don’t know if it was fear or what, but the fact that I had no idea what he had planned. Or what he would do if I’d stepped away from the mirror. So, I watched him like a hawk as he moved away from me. He watched me in turn as he shrugged out of his jacket. He went to work on his tie just after that, and I found my breath trying to strangle me as I watched him undress. As he unbuttoned his shirt, I saw lines of muscle I didn’t get to take in the first time I’d been with him. Every bit of him that he exposed to me was beautiful, knowing full well that I was watching if his smirk was any indication.
The button-down joined the growing pile of clothes on the bed. I blinked away from him to see what else was in this room because there was a whole lot more here than there’d been in the other room and if I watched him fully undress it would only make me self-conscious.
Already I wanted to shrink down and disappear just at the sight of his half-dressed form.
Something caught my eye in the middle of the room, and I turned to see it. There was a rope hanging from the ceiling, it looked as if it were attached to a pulley system, hanging from it was what looked like a harness. Something like what stuntmen would wear while they were filming action movies. Only… what use could it be in here?
“You aren’t going to put me in that,” I said with a finality that I felt. There was no way that thing could hold my weight. The toys and things that Ms. Winters invested in were for people of her slim size, nothing for a big girl like me.
“And why not?” Mr. Reed stepped into my view, blocking the sight of the harness. It was hard not to get distracted by him again. He was down to a pair of gray boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his obvious excitement. If anything they just seemed to accentuate his erection. It left me swallowing hard and trying to remember what I had been going on about. “Why would I not put you in it?” He asked again, his eyes narrowed at me.
I started to turn away from the mirror before I thought better of it. The need for him to see my reasoning wasn’t going to separate what we had been doing before. “It won’t hold me,” I told him plainly. That much should have been obvious. I didn’t have the perfect physique he did.
“What makes you say that?” He prompted as he stepped closer to me. It was like a prowl, and I was struck by the hunger I saw in his eyes.
“You can’t tell me you don’t see how fat I am,” I hardened my voice as I spoke, trying my best not to let this conversation get the best of me. It had been a long time since I had anyone comment on my weight, the whole ‘you’d be so pretty if you just lose a little weight’ spiel. I still got looks, a curled lip here or there. Disgust wasn’t something everyone liked to hide, especially when you went to clubs regularly with an attractive woman like Liz.
“Maybe I don’t see the same thing you do,” he said lowly. “Maybe you should turn around and show me what you see.”
I blanched at that, letting go of the mirror and turning so that my back was pressed against it. “That’s some self-reflection I’d rather not go through,” I said hastily. “My self-esteem is abysmal enough as it is. I really don’t want to use this opportunity to make it worse.”
He had ventured closer, and it felt like there was just a breath between us. The only thing that kept me from falling for any of it was the burning ache in my chest. I guess this was why I couldn’t do a fling, I couldn’t face rejection just as much as I couldn’t face what a mess I really was.
“Stop.” His voice was like steel. It caught my attention, but it wasn’t enough to strike any sort of fear into me. “I don’t want to hear any more of that from you when you and I are together.” It was a dark demand, and I could see the frustration evident in his expression. “You see something I don’t.” He took my hand and tugged me against him. “Let me show you what I see.” He turned me around so that I was facing the mirror once again.
One hand came up to cup a cheek, “Your hot for all the wrong reasons. What have you got to be ashamed of?” I could see my reddened face. “These blue eyes trapped me the moment I peaked at them. And these lips,” his pinky swiped over it, “I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my cock. I’m going to cum in this mouth, and you’re going to swallow every drop of it.” He growled low, and his erection was pressed into my back again. “You are soft in all the right places I need you to be. You look so pretty tied up I’m going to find Wesley after this so he can teach me how to kno
t you up just the way I want you.” His free hand started to tug at the zipper of my dress. The matte material was simple and didn’t make me stand out a bit, that’s what I thought anyway.
The straps of my dress were pushed off my shoulders, and with a little bit of tugging, he had it pooled down at my feet. It left me in my bra and panties, the only thing I could say about them was at least they matched. They weren’t at all what I would describe as sexy, rather they were functional. I hadn’t planned to try to seduce him, and I’d been in such a hurry to get out here I hadn’t bothered to dig out the one good set I had. He didn’t seem to be bothered by my lack of sexy lingerie at all. Instead, he pressed his lips against my shoulder before shifting the thin bra straps off and out of the way.
“Your punishment,” he murmured against my skin, “is that you are going to watch me fuck you. Anytime I see you take your eyes off this mirror I’m going to hurt you.” His eyes met mine in the glass, and there was a seriousness to them. “I’ll get a whip from the wall, and I’ll tear you up until you're red. Then, if that doesn’t do it, I’ll take it further.” He followed my shoulder up to my neck, his voice turning menacing. “And if you so much as cum without saying my name I’m going to tear into this ass.” He slapped my hip hard, making me flinch. “And then every time after this I’ll be fucking it instead of the tight wet pussy.” As if to emphasize his words, his hand brushed its way down my belly to cup me through my panties. “Do you understand?”
I nodded because I was too shocked to say anything. But, that was the wrong way to go. He slapped a hand down hard between my thighs, hard enough to make me gasp out and the offended flesh sting.
“I asked if you understood.” His voice was hard. “I don’t like to repeat myself.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I stuttered out, tensing up in case my response wasn’t good enough for him.
“Good, good,” he purred now, the menace out of his voice. His hand drifted from the outside of my panties to slip into them. His fingers toyed with my pubic hair as he considered our reflection. “What’s my name?”
“Michael,” I answered without hesitation. I didn’t want to give him another reason to slap me there.
“Don’t be scared.” He pressed his lips against my ear. “I know I made you feel so good last time.” The fingers in my panties drifted down to map out my outer lips, toying with them now. He was teasing me or testing me. Maybe both. “I want to do that again this time, too. I want to hear you moan my name, scream it. And I want to watch you cum on my cock. I’ll see it this time and so will you.”
My eyelids lowered a fraction, but I resisted the urge to close them all together. The way his hand was teasing me it had me wanting to spread my legs, something I’d never thought I’d want to do in front of a mirror. But I wanted him to touch me more, I wanted him to have better access to where I needed him to be. Could I do that without getting a negative reaction from him?
“Tomorrow,” he growled in my ear, “you’re not wearing any of this.” He took my earlobe between his teeth and tugged. “None of this shit is going to be in my way.” He tugged my panties down.
I nodded, and before my panties were even around my knees, he gave my ass a sharp slap. I couldn’t help the yelp that tore through me. “Y-yes, sir,” I stuttered out before he could swat me again. The sting turned into a burn I didn’t understand, it hurt but not in a way that would have me cowering. The pain was just sharp for such a short instance, it wasn’t lasting enough for me to bark out the safeword.
Though if he went for any of the whips or paddles on the wall, I’d probably be howling it out before I picked up my clothes and made a break for it.
He seemed satisfied enough with my answer, and he leaned forward to press my hands against the glass again. “A few slaps to this ass is all I want,” he murmured in my ear. “You’re going to keep these hands here this time, or you’re just going to make me want to do more.”
“Do more what?” I asked my reflection before he gave me the answer.
His hand came down hard on the fleshy part of my butt. The fat was cushion enough for me to sit on it longer than the average flat butted girl, but it didn’t save me from the sharp pain that his heavy hand induced. I squeaked and pressed against the glass, hoping that it would give and let me dodge the next blow. Of course, it didn’t. He hit me again, with the same force as he did with the first strike. I bit my lip because I didn’t want to hear my squeals echoing off the walls.
I made sure I didn’t look away from my reflection, I didn’t want this to be worse.
I could see the lines around my eyes deepen as I concentrated on my reflection, I couldn’t decipher what I saw there. There was fear, that much was obvious, but there was something else that I just didn’t understand. I didn’t think I was enjoying it, but with the growing burn of my skin, there was a similar burning elsewhere.
I clenched my thighs together, feeling the dampness between them growing with each well-placed slap. One benefit to my big butt was there was plenty of space for him to spread out the licks he gave me. It made it so that each hard slap just barely overlapped, so there were only small instances of a sharper pain.
Eventually, he seemed to either grow tired of spanking me, or he could see that it was something I just wasn’t feeling because he stopped and curled around me. His arms draped tightly around me, and he shoved my bra up over my breasts so he could easily tease them.
“You are so beautiful.” He grazed my ear with his teeth as he spoke. “Don’t you see it?”
I looked from my reflection to his, there wasn’t mistaking the hunger I saw there. Was he getting caught up in the moment or did he really want me? I couldn’t tell. There was no reading past his lust. I started to nod before I caught myself and whispered a shaky, “Yes, sir.”
That seemed to be just what he wanted, he rubbed his hand over the tender bits of my ass. It ignited a burn in me that had me shifting as I clenched my thighs together. I wanted him to touch me lower, then again … I just wanted him. He could see it, I guess it was reflected on the mirror just like the rest of me.
“You want me to fuck you?” The smirk he gave me was sexy, and I could feel the flush spreading across my face.
I didn’t want to answer him, that much should have been obvious. But when his fingers caught hold of a particularly tender piece of my butt and squeezed I found myself gasping, “Y-yes, sir!”
“Good girl.” His smirk turned into a grin as he released me. “I want to hear you say it.” He had my panties down around my ankles now and popped the latch to my bra so that it fell forward.
“What?” I watched him, confused and feeling more than a little stupid. Had I missed something?
“Tell me.” He straightened and moved to stand just behind me. I could see him admiring his handy work. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he said lowly. “Last time you were afraid. You wanted me to stop without saying the safeword. This time,” his fingers traced along my reddened ass going down to the crack only to follow it to my damp outer lips, “you’re going to tell me you want me to fuck you.”
I held my breath as he slipped his fingers between my lips and began to leisurely stroke my slit. His fingers teased from the top of my pussy, circling my clit so I squirmed, then down to my entrance. I ached, his stroking fingers were doing nothing but a shadow of what I wanted. I couldn't even shift to get relief from the building pressure, or rather I could I just didn’t want to face any sort of punishment he might concoct for the movement. It would be too obvious what I was trying to do.
I clenched my hands into fists, though they stayed firmly on the glass in front of me. I tried to use that as a means to stay focused, to think so I wouldn’t go blurting out something idiotic. I tried to keep my gaze, but I was wavering.
“What’s a matter?” His mouth drifted to my cheek, “Am I asking too much?” His fingers prodded at my entrance, making me clench as if I could grasp them and pull them to relieve the growing pressure in me. “This p
ussy wants me to fuck it.” He nuzzled against the side of my face before he caught my gaze. “Does the girl it's attached to want me to fuck it?”
I couldn’t resist it anymore not with the way his words just curled into me. It was an unspoken promise that it would be just as good as it was the first time. “Yes,” I croaked.
Mr. Reed chuckled, laughing at me. “What do I want to hear you say?”
I took a breath, I could say one thing, and I’d be able to walk out of here. But if I said it, I’d end up walking away from a few things that I wanted. And right now all I could think about was the man that was pressed against me, the article was the furthest thing from my mind.
“I want you to fuck me.” I didn’t recognize the voice that came out of me. It was a soft whisper, there was no stuttering or tripping over words. Maybe I was possessed by someone that had confidence?
“Oh.” He breathed against my skin before he pulled away. I watched through the mirror as he pulled away from me and moved behind me, all the while he continued to tease me. Only this time his fingers did more than just toy with my entrance, he dipped his digits into me so that I could greedily clench around them. “Say it again, and I’ll do better.” As if to illustrate what he meant he brushed kisses against my hip, his tongue sneaking out to taste my skin.
