by Jacqwin Hess
“Why do you fight me on the kiss?”
“It makes it too personal, the attraction…too much, too hot and…harder for when–”
“For when?”
For when I to call it all off and end it, which may be soon; like tonight or in the morning. She didn’t answer and he huffed angrily, but still, somewhat, in control of himself. He eased his hold on her hair for a second, but then tightened it again, jerking on it, making her gasp beneath him. She moaned, shaking her head up at him and he grabbed her face, staring down into those gorgeous green eyes of hers.
“Stop. Fighting. Me. There isn’t going to be a when. You’ll go when I’m done with you and when I can say you can go; not a second….before.” And he had meant it.
He tried charming her, but she was a hard-ass, too broken and damaged by her marriage. She was too afraid to let anyone in, even a man like him–especially a man like him–and trust again. He couldn’t charm her, but he could force her and take control of her, take her in domination, taking what he wanted and giving her what he knew she wanted. He rolled his eyes closed at the feel of the hot wetness between those lovely thighs, scolding with need and he rammed his cock into her eager, welcoming cunt.
Adri gasped as he gave a jerk of her head, still cupped her jaw and face in his large hand and then dropped his mouth onto hers. He kept kissing her deep and aggressively, until her mind was spinning. She didn’t fight him, couldn’t and lost the will to deny him a long time ago. She just stayed there on her back, legs spread for him as he thrust and rode her so hard. He took her for his pleasure, getting her own from it, letting him do whatever he wanted and loved every second of it. She was lost to the bliss, her head tossing back and forth, his massive cock beating and jarring her body wildly with each thrust. It was incredible as usual, as fierce as the fucking was, Sebastian was expert enough to keep it from hurting her, gentle, perfect. She was dying…in total bliss from it and her mind relentlessly shouting in her mindless erotic state. Oh god! How hot is this?! How fucking hot-is-this?! Oh god, it’s really happening!
And soon, Sebastian was rewarded for his work. He shouted out in total glory as his sweet darling came for him, just kept on thrashing and cock-beating her hot little body–his…hot creamy little cunt. And he stared down at it, her pussy, his cock slamming harder and harder into it, suddenly feeling a wild possession come over him. She was his, this gorgeous woman, this angel, his to thoroughly decimate, ruin, taint, and shape into his submissive; forcing her to learn his world and give him what he needed.
He growled and smiled as she kept blowing lovely, massive load after load of come out of her and all over him, keeping her body wet and letting him have his way with her after that. She held fast to her knees and legs, holding them wide as he plowed her, jabbed and stabbed erratically from her pussy and then down tapping her tight bud, back up again. He then shot up over her, getting her hair in his tight grasp and placed a hand over her mouth. They stared into each other’s eyes as she received his massive load. She was whimpering and speaking in her delirious orgasmic state. He removed his hand from over her mouth not believing he had heard correctly. Ooh, Master of my fuckhole. She said it. She actually said–spoke those words, the most heavenly words a man could hear and she said them to me!
“Master–Master–oh-yeah–Master….come…load it up…your…” She smiled, biting on her bottom lip, loving it beyond belief, beyond understanding, her mind twisting and dying in pleasure. She felt owned, gloriously and wholly dominated over, fucked and used. He held her down with a gentle hand over her throat and she seethed in pleasure as he gave her one last sinking plunge into her. She moaned loud when hearing the sloshing, suctioning and popping inside of her pussy he’d loosened it well enough, loving it like music…
“Mine…all fucking mine…”
“Yeah…” she moaned, thrusting her hips upward as she jerked her folds back, holding herself open for him. She couldn’t take her eyes from it, watching him slowly sink into her body, ease up and then slowly collapse, keeping his cock buried in her. She was so hot and sweaty, filthy with come and dirty. She absolutely love feeling the heavy throbbing in her pussy and the hard beats of their hearts together in the aftermath. They started kissing again, licking out to each other’s mouths, tongue flickering and slashing against each other, fucking.
After a long moment he finally drew back and gently cupped her face again, making her look up at him. “That’s fucking right! Mine–only mine….all fucking mine–We’re not ending this. You go when I say you go, end it when I agree and I’m nowhere near allowing us to part. We’re not ending it like this, not after all this time and seeing now…how good we are together, how much your really do like it. I’m not letting you go Adri, so stop being a bitch when you’re not one, stop trying to turn me off, get me to hate you and fight me. I refuse to let us end when we’ve just begun. Please don’t push me and make me take extreme measures to have you. I have to keep you, have you, dominate and pleasure you, care for you.” He reached up and gripped her tits, pinched her nipples, and massaged her breasts. “Please, let me have you, own you and keep you, make you my submissive. Submit to me, Adriaunn. I swear, I’ll never hurt you or do anything you don’t really want. It will be so fucking good, for the both of us. Please! Submit to me…”
Chapter Fourteen
“I’m a dick. I’m a dick. I’m a dick. Oh god, I’m so fucked.” Sebastian quietly declaration to himself. He just sat there with his, elbows up on his bent knees and his fingers slipped into his hair. He looked over at Adri as she still lay passed out. He shouldn’t have stopped, shouldn’t have thought about it, got angry from it, shouldn’t have turned around, gone after her to stop her. He shouldn’t have grabbed her, brought her to this room and took her body like a barbarian—worse, a brat who wasn’t getting his way. He used his…wealth, power, class dominance over her to force her to stay. Adriaunn wasn’t business; to be researched, acquired, bought, owned, handle, controlled, changed and used. And then…discard her once he bled her dry, took all her resources and energy, leaving nothing but an empty shell. The similarity of how he handled Adri and how he deals in business wasn’t lost to him.
If he were her true Dom, that meant taking care of her, protecting her purity, naivety and innocence and cherishing her. He’d worship, respect, and protect her, making her better than she was before. He would make her invincible, untouchable in every way, and cultivate her awesome talents and greatness that already existed within her. If there were changes to be made, it would be to make her into something far greater than she ever was, let her goodness blossom to its full potential, because he had more than enough money for it.
He could more than take care of Adriaunn—his mind flashing to the deplorable condition of her apartment, her panties in a paper bag. She only had a few pairs of shoes and her couch being an old daybed. He had drawers. He had many drawers and plenty of room for girly, pretty things, designer things—what the fuck are you thinking?! He shook his head as if to clear it and sighed, laying back, and drawing the sheet up over his hip.
Ads. What…am I going to do about her? I should have him turn us around and take her back. I know, but…I’m not going to and I’m going to keep this girl for as long as I possibly can. His eyes shifted over to her, his body following as he rolled onto his side. She’s pure sweetness, heart of gold, precious and special, unlike anything I’ve ever known. She let me go up into her awful apartment without even thinking. Adri was never one to put on airs, never deny or pretend to be what she wasn’t. She, picked out her panties from a bag right in front of me and it never dawned on her for a second that she should feel bad for it, embarrassed about it or intimidated by my presence. She wasn’t out to impress me, win me over, or stretch her own greatness in order to attract me. With Adri, it was what it was and she never pretended otherwise, even with how she handled me. It was all a first for him. She was what she was, who she was, and she owned it—and he couldn’t say that for ninety percent o
f the females he knew that were gushing with money, fancy things, cars and lavish estates–high maintenance and never satisfied. It was never enough and they always kept aspiring to be more, buy more, seek more glory, attention, love and notoriety through their wealth–or rather, their husband’s wealth.
It was exhausting just to think about it!
With Adri, it was effortless, pretty much no maintenance, and she had so much character to her, talent and beauty. He was mindless over the sex and how good it was, her body and what she was able to do with it, mind-stunned awesome. Adri was actually interesting and just naturally a nice girl. She fit in any environment, big city or down and dirty outdoors, whatever she wanted and he was just now beginning to crack the shell to this beautiful soul and get a look inside. It was almost frightening, hearing the phrase, ‘if it seems too good to be true, then it is’ and he’s waiting for the fallout.
The only questionable thing about Adri was the little break in her composure that he’s caught onto sometimes. There was something up with that and he couldn’t quite pinpoint it exactly. He’d just have to keep a watch out for it and figure it out. Sebastian noticed it often, but knew that she fully controlled and restrained herself, not losing her mind like when she ate some extremely good sweets. He remembered the day in the car, seeing her eyes roll closed, tense and shiver. Like a disorder of some kind? He could see the pleasure hitting her stronger than a normal person, but not lose herself entirely in it and moan out in total ecstasy, even though she was in total ecstasy.
Hm. Strange. She did have that car wreck where she had frontal lobe damage. Question now was; how bad was it? How strong was her control? He suspected that it was extremely strong and she was constantly hyper-aware of her disorder. She denied herself everything that could set her off and he was a major temptation and struggled massively every time they were together—why even now, she kept looking to leave, kept thinking of this as a temporary thing. Even now, after all they’ve done with each other, he felt her constant hesitations; her withdraws. He knew the moment she denied herself the full pleasure of being with him. The only moment he really and truly had her completely raw was when he used the vibe in her ass and double penned her. She had spoken so boldly to him in The Gallery when he’d come after her, but had shut down and got a vicious control over herself before she got out to the car—having read over the Contract of Consent and all it entailed. It had given her time to rein control over her weakness and get a tight hold over her thoughts, mind, and body. It was how she still thought to leave him after they were done.
He reached out, getting close to her, running his finger over her lush red lips as he kept looking over her serene, sweet face. If all that he suspected about her was true, then he knew she mentally wanted to cry, scream, and run from him, but he wasn’t going to allow it. And so the other question is, can it be broken?! And then after it was used, enjoyed–to my advantage, of course–could I then dominate over her, over it and control it, use it to maximize my pleasure with her. Could I be this big of a dick?!
The thick, soft rope he had twined around his fist told him that he could be. He had reached down for it with thoughts, images of her tied up, aching to take her and pleasure her…his way. He also admitted to some subconscience planning before he even left, bringing her on the yacht on purpose—the place he tied up and fucked all his subjects. The silk rope was tied at the corner of the bed for a reason, on purpose, used to secure the people he had delivered there to him when wanting to brute-fuck, and he always had them brought there so they could scream in erotic pain and pleasure and no one would be able to hear them.
My god, if it were real. The things…I could do to her, get her to do, get out of her, feel with her, experience with her. Lifting up her wrist, wrapping the rope about her he suddenly saw images of the rope red from blood, wrists chafed raw, and her face marred in pain and tears, afraid of him.
He huffed, setting her wrist back down and tucking the rope back up at the head of the bed behind the mattress. He couldn’t do it, not like that, not there and by surprise, force. When he did it, he wanted her to agree to it, willingly accept it, ask for it, and surrender to it, surrender to him as his submissive.
She didn’t give him her submission as he had asked, not yet, or at least, she didn’t give him an answer yet. He knew it would be a work in progress, all this being new to her, so he just had to bite his tongue and irritation, patience not being one of his strong suits, and wait it out. He’d back off her about surrendering herself to him, giving him control of her, and being his submissive, but he couldn’t ever even think about giving up fucking her. He groaned as he kneed her legs apart while she lay asleep on her stomach and carefully slid his dick into her slick hole. He woke her up with his fingers playing with her clit and his cock finally punching at her core.
He needed her, needed more and like always, he was unable to stop. He especially couldn’t stop when she woke, automatically arched back and stuck her sweet ass up for him. She opened, took him deeper and then even reached back, fingering her pussy lips open for him. She was instantly drenched, soaking his cock and loved that he took her like that, taking what he felt belonged to him. She loved belonging to him and he knew she did! He grunted feeling her pussy clinch and seep even more for him. “Ooh yeah…a natural born submissive…”
A few minutes later Adri opened her eyes, reached out to his sleeping form next to hers and lightly touched over the purples grooves in his back. They were awful looking. It was just too much of a visual of what it would be like to delve into the seedier side of sex—to be his Sub and let him…do all these weird things to her. She just couldn’t see herself allowing him to tie her up, whip her with crops and floggers, hitting her and ever finding that pleasurable. A natural born submissive? Hmm. Adri wasn’t so sure about that. She jerked her hand away, turned away and went back to sleep.
Adri looked up from the couch in the living area, barely able to function for a full minute when Sebastian appeared out of the bedroom. He was, as usual, so handsome, just stunning with his hair dark since it was still wet and combed smooth. He looked up from his watch he was putting on and looked out of the window to the town they were now docked in. He was casually dressed, wearing dark navy blue slacks, navy loafers with no socks and a white jacket over a light stripped shirt that had a plain white collar and a navy blue tie on. He looks…so sexy and fucking gorgeous. He lightly cursed, stopping and looking down at his watch. She pulled her head out of her reverie and stepped forward. She went up to him and took hold of the watch, which allowed him to clasp it. He turned his wrist and she looked at his watch, lightly touching around the edges, really liking how she could see all the mechanical parts on the inside of it.
“Watches are another thing I spend outrageous sums of money on.”
“What’s this one? It’s really beautiful. Hub-lot?” she replied and knew instantly by his grin that she’d pronounced it wrong
“It’s a Hublot Classic Fusion,” he replied correctly, [pronounced as - eu-blo.]
“Don’t tell me the cost—ugh, I don’t want to know.”
“Ready?”
“More than. I’m starved after that little marathon you had on me,” she replied and spun away, heading out.
She missed seeing him slightly sag, feeling a tad bit guilty, but just a tad, since he was watching her sweetly curved derriere sway in the navy blue, long draping cotton dress that came up over her breast, chest, and throat, clasping at the back of her neck. The back was loose, open from the clasp up at the back of her neck to above her bottom and she was wearing nude colored gladiator sandals with it. It was stunning on her and he was sure it was probably one of her best outfits, but he felt it still lacked, seeing little fray parts by the hem of the dress. Again, Sebastian, don’t be a dick! Just finagle her into letting you get her a new wardrobe somehow and make her take it.
An image flashed in his mind and he suddenly saw her gloriously naked, except for wearing one thing. The L'Incompar
able Diamond Necklace, which was the world’s most expensive diamond necklace and just knew she’d be glorious in it as he fucked her. Stunning!
“Are you seriously hard again?” she whispered worrisome to him. He just crooked his brow and grinned at her, not answering. He didn’t need to. Ugh, this man is insatiable!
They left the yacht after docking in Old Greenwich, Connecticut and the first place he took her was to some computer store where they got into his laptop, where he saved all his own personal files. He took the hard drive out and gave it to her. She looked up at him confused and he sighed, a strange look on his face.
“I didn’t exactly tell the truth…about the videotaping and all. Yeah, I deleted it, but…that doesn’t mean anything. It’s still here, on file in the hard drive and…attainable still with a special program that can get into the drive, extracting anything that was on the computer,” he explained and he saw her sag, realization coming over her and remembering how cops had that and used it frequently, ninety percent of the time illegally. “So, I wanted you to see it go, with your own eyes, with the videos being in it and destroying it completely from anyone being able to get it.”
That made her happy, watching him pull his computer apart, pull out and bust the hard drive into piece. He then collected all the silver pieces up, and dropped them in a melting pot they had there. She tiptoed up to stare in and watch it slowly melt down into the silvery liquid, assuming it was other melted hard drives. Goodness—that wild imagination of hers and…she’s seen and heard too much from Cal’s job, being overly cautious now. Though I guess that’s a good thing, except when it comes to me and getting what I want out of her. She still held back with him and he suspected she would for some time yet, so he went to all this trouble to win her over a little. If all else fails…be honest. Right? Of course, honesty nearly got me fucked back there on the yacht and she nearly left. Holy hell! She’s at least with me still, but after we return back if she answers my calls or not, remains to be seen.
