by Lucian Bane
The rest of the visit was a blur to Lizzy. Her mind spun in a million directions and it took everything she had not to have a full-blown panic attack over it.
But making it out of her Aunt’s house, led to a bigger problem. Being alone with David and his sure to come questions. She wasn’t ready for an interrogation.
On the drive home, the air grew thicker with every passing silent second. “I really like your Aunt. She’s sweet and loves you,” he finally said.
Lizzy rubbed her legs, fighting the need to bounce them. She shoved her thumb nail between her teeth and chewed while looking out the window, realizing she’d not said anything. “She’s…she’s a great person.”
“She took care of you? What happened to your mom?”
“Uh…died in an accident.”
“Oh wow, I’m sorry. When did that happen?”
“Oh, gosh that was…nine years ago now. Drunk driver.”
He grabbed her hand and kissed it. She could only close her eyes and focus on not jerking out of his touch. It would bring more questions. What was wrong, yada yada. She was tired of that damn game. Everything was wrong, that’s what. But for once, all that finally felt past tense. For once, she didn’t want to dig up any graves. She was done. Finished.
“I don’t care if you have or had a boyfriend you know.”
Here we go.
“I wouldn’t judge you over something like that.”
She nodded. “What would you judge me over?”
She felt his glances on her. “Nothing, why?”
The trees near the house passed out her window. “Nothing…don’t know why I said that.”
“If you need to talk about anything, you can talk to me,” he said softly.
God, this would never go away now. It would just sit between them with him wondering what happened and when she might tell him. That ex bastard was forever reaching from the past and imprisoning her somehow.
“I was raped by my fiancé.” The words blurted out and the rest raced up her throat like a stampede. “I pressed charges and he went to jail, but he tried to say I asked for it. I was wanting to wait till we got married to have sex,” she hurried, hating those stupid words. “Those were the days when dreams are fresh and your idea of love is old fashioned. My mom and dad waited, and I always did like their love story and… I wanted one like it. And he was a pastor’s son, if you can imagine, and gullible me, I assumed Godly man, godly son.” She realized how stupid that made her look. “We dated for two years and he was always pushing for sex. It became…kind of like a game, I guess. Until it wasn’t. I said stop, and he didn’t, I fought, he was stronger. I lost. And that was that.” She cut the air with a hand. “And I… called the police after telling my mom, and they arrested him. He did six months in jail. Did his community service at his dad’s church,” she muttered, swallowing down bile. “So, he’s dead to me,” she explained, remembering the whole point of telling him. “He took my virginity, I didn’t give it to him, so I decided, ‘you know what? He doesn’t get to take anything from me, he doesn’t get to take that from me.’ So…I’m still a virgin. Was.”
She wasn’t sure when they’d pulled into the garage and how long they sat there, but it was suddenly really quiet and she could barely see his profile.
“I only told you because I could see you wanted to know, and I didn’t want this between us. I don’t want that bastard between us.” She thought he might be staring through the windshield and sickness filled her stomach at what was coming. “I’m not going to apologize for—”
He launched at her, his mouth a sudden storm that stole her words. His kiss took her breath too, then turned tender and careful before getting back to hungry.
“I need you,” he whispered right in her mouth, stroking her face. “I meant what I told your Aunt.”
“What?” she gasped, fighting an avalanche of emotions.
“I’ll protect you for however long you’re with me, however long you want to be with me.”
She was back to confused and needing air. She opened her door and got out of the car, taking in breaths. Breathe. Slowly.
He came around to her, standing there without a word.
“I’m okay,” she whispered, more to herself than him. “I’m alright.
“We’ll get everything tomorrow,” he said, taking her hand and guiding her.
Inside, he brought her to his bathroom and began undressing her. She suddenly needed more than anything to forget the past, to only know now, know him. She fought to get his clothes off next and once he had her in the shower, he lifted her on his waist. Panting, she held his neck with one hand and helped him get his cock lined up before falling onto him.
Her cry erupted right in his mouth as he kissed her, growling and fucking her without mercy. She didn’t want mercy, she wanted him to beat that filth out of her, cleansed it from her mind. She needed to be in that place of bliss, that place where only he existed, no, where they existed whenever they came together. It was another world. Another reality. And it was stronger than any panic attack or any pain she’d ever had. That’s all she needed.
****
The second week of their arrangement came with a subtle rumble of sexual excitement. It was the week they’d officially start the contract and David had done nothing but demonstrate his kindness and decency and integrity to her. And commitment. Mostly without words, just all actions. He’d set up this whole schedule for her, and if she was honest about it, she felt like the Princess and Angel he seemed to love calling her. What she ate, her exercising, what she wore, how she was to respond to him from here on out. “Starting tomorrow, you will address me as Mr. Raze.”
He would still work at the office for now while he re-arranged schedules, tied up office loose ends—hopefully Lisa was one of them—then restructure the business to work from home.
Her duties consisted of following his strict regime he’d laid out for her and to not veer. She never imagined having somebody control every aspect of her life like David seemed to need to, and she loved it.
Her schedule was really too simple. She wouldn’t say boring—yet. She liked the part of him picking every outfit, down to the panties and bra. And some days—Fridays—she was to wear none. But the most curiously thrilling part of his routine was the discipline promised if she disobeyed. An undisclosed discipline would be administered if she were to neglect performing as ordered.
Part of her suspected he wanted her to disobey but wasn’t sure, and she had full intentions to test that. She loved when he spanked her. She’d always wondered what that would feel like and couldn’t imagine. But wow, it was mind blowing amazing when he did it.
She sat at the edge of the bed, her privates still tingling from their morning lovemaking routine. It wasn’t written on her list, but he did it every morning and imagined it must be part of his routine—something she wasn’t allowed to see. He woke her up with his ever-hard cock, seeking entrance. Was like a fairytale every morning. And she loved how he made her sleep after, while he got up to leave. Her wake up time was 7:00 am. His was 5:00.
He was spoiling her. And she’d never loved anything so much.
She pulled her day timer from the bed-side table and got up on an elbow, making sure he hadn’t added any notes. He said if anything changed, he’d put it there.
Her stomach leapt at seeing an addition at her 7:00 o’clock, which was now. Wake up and shower. (But first, masturbate your pussy and think about what I’m going to use in your ass when I punish you tonight. You forgot to say Yes Sir when you were given a direct order this morning.)
Her stomach danced with a million butterflies as she smiled. Her phone buzzed and she dove to grab it from the table, her womb clenching at seeing his text.
Are you playing with your pussy yet?
She texted back. I was just getting to that.
Is that a new language for Yes Sir?
“Oh crap,” she gasped, with a giggle. Yes Sir. Sorry Mr. Raze.
You
will be.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, feeling hot everywhere. She got in position on the bed, opening her legs and touching herself. She was still drenched from that morning and without trying, she began re-living his love making. Heat slowly built in her clit as she remembered the way he used his arms to force her legs so far back. He did that when he was ready to come. God, the pounding would start. She used her other hand to slide her finger in her opening, fighting to recreate even the smallest pleasure he gave her. She strained and grunted and panted as she focused her mind, her need building. Next, she was sucking his cock, watching the muscles in his torso heave as he watched her with a fierce expression. She envisioned his eyes clenching tight and his sexy mouth opening. The memory sent her closer to an orgasm as her hips squirmed and pushed. Without the weight and force he gave with such a delicious intensity, she continued to struggle, rubbing herself faster, faster.
She finally managed the orgasm, but the physical lack of David made everything hum with an ache only he could satisfy.
She heard her phone buzz and looked at it, her heart still racing.
Text me when you’re done.
She texted, I’m done as she rolled onto her stomach, paddling her lower legs in the air behind her.
Already? That was fast. What made you come so quickly?
I imagined how you look when I suck your cock. It’s my favorite thing.
You enjoyed your orgasm?
I’m hornier than before.
Why?
Because you weren’t here. It only made me need you. Masturbation is kind of like a very cruel joke now.
LOL. Fuck, I love your way with words.
Her heart skittered at the I love your part of his text. Minus that r, there it was. I love you right there on the screen.
I love your way with me she typed back. I have to go shower now. I have this really mean boss who will punish me if I don’t keep my schedule.
Is that a fact…
She smiled. It is. His name is Jack Raze. He’s the sexiest man alive. Don’t tell that I have a secret super-crush on him.
Your secret is safe with me. Text at 10:00 he reminded her.
Yes Sir.
Oh and…I have a surprise for you tonight.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
David was aroused out of his fucking mind for the rest of the day. After texting Lizzy, he could hardly focus. His surprise was the dungeon. It was ready and he couldn’t wait to get her tied up in it. He’d talked her into spending a day with her Aunt while he got everything installed. She knew he was renovating it and that was all she needed to know.
Masturbation is kind of like a very cruel joke now.
He slowly grinned as that played through his mind for the hundredth time. So, she was miserable without him. He liked that. More than he ever imagined he could.
He got back to focusing on business. The sooner he did that, the quicker he could work from home. The office would still be used for things he couldn’t or wouldn’t conduct from his residence until he figured another way to oversee them.
His eyes were on fire by the time he shut the laptop and looked at the time. 3:00. His phone buzzed and he picked lifted it off the desk. Fucking Lisa. Another loose end he dreaded but needed to tie up. He couldn’t have her fucking up what he had with Lizzy. He’d always known about her jealous streak and tolerated it where the other women were concerned, but he wouldn’t with Lizzy. She needed to back the fuck off. But he didn’t want to piss her off either. A pissed off Lisa might have other undesirable consequences.
He opened her text finally. Hey! Want to go out for a drink? I miss hanging out! Bring your new “girlfriend” LOL. Kidding! You know I love you!
Yes, he did know. That was the problem.
Fucking Christ. She wasn’t planning to be nice about this and step aside. That’s why he partly wanted the office to remain open. She could work from there as his editor, while he slowly weaned her from his life. It was a big mistake to let her make his prior fuck arrangements. It put her too much in his personal business, he always knew that. But at the time, he didn’t care. He only cared about not having to arrange it.
Maybe he could give her a raise and ask her to take over the office. Let her hire a crew if she wanted. Give her some kind of harmless leverage in his business in exchange for getting his personal life out of her clutches.
But there was no hiding from the obvious with her. She was forever flirting with him and made the offer more than once—albeit in a joking manner—that if the agency couldn’t deliver for him, she’d be happy to “help him out”.
There had been days he was tempted, but reality never allowed him that slip, thankfully. He knew what would happen if they were sexually involved again. She’d want more. And he didn’t have more to give, so that was out of the question. Not to mention they were related by marriage. Not a good look for his business rep or their families for that matter.
He finally texted her back. Can’t tonight. But we’ll definitely catch up. I have a business proposition for you. You know I love you too. He inserted a crazy smiley and hit send, checking for any other messages. Part of him hoped Lizzy had texted. Like a cruel Master, he was looking for reasons to punish her just to experience what that would be like. He already knew the pleasure would cripple him, addict him, imprison him to its demands. He was a little nervous about that too. Just how much would he like it? Would he succumb to the demons some of his characters did and slowly turn the sadistic heat up on his punishments?
The way his cock jerked at the thought wasn’t any consolation. But one thing he knew without a doubt. Lizzy was his to protect. Including from himself, if necessary.
****
“There’s two steps here,” David said, guiding a blindfolded Lizzy down to the newly renovated dungeon. He had his personal gym transformed, walls painted black and red with mood lighting installed throughout, floors a high gloss black. He went with a Victorian décor wanting to capture the delicate beauty and pure woman she symbolized in his mind. And innocence.
It was Friday and he had her dressed in a short black flare skirt and a cotton peasant-like top, sheer white. The first sight of her tits and hard nipples through the material nearly buckled his knees. He resisted touching her, which qualified him as a Saint. She’d done all her tasks he’d given her on time and properly. Right now, it was small things, and he’d let her dictate which direction he’d go with that. His entire life plot was Lizzy driven now. And he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Removing your blindfold.”
He lifted it and watched her look slowly around. “Oh my,” she whispered at the erotic equipment. It was a mix of stainless steel and black leather, and each piece had posters on the wall near them, demonstrating its many uses via stick figure drawings, which he appreciated. He followed her quiet stroll from one piece of erotic furniture to the next, his cock ready to explode as they passed each one. He watched her take in the drawings, knowing she was imagining what it would be like to use each, just like he was.
She paused extra-long at the most versatile table. “You get to pick tonight,” he said to her.
He watched her face, silently begging her to hurry and pick anything. She continued walking and he turned his attention to the short skirt and black heels, her hair straight and loose, framing her sweet face the way he loved. She paused again at the wall of toys, also with illustrations for their uses.
He walked up behind her and carefully moved her hair to the side. “What does my Angel want tonight?”
She glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes sedated with thick lust. “What about…my punishment?”
Fuck, was she wanting that?
“I want you to pick one toy to be used, and your choice of equipment.”
She went back to looking at the wall of toys for a long while then finally turned. “Can you…pick for me?”
It wasn’t the decision he’d expected her to make but for some reason he may have liked it even bette
r. He picked the jeweled butt-plug and handed it to her. Then he picked a pair of star nipple clamps, and finally the leather fly swatter for spanking her. He already knew what equipment he wanted her on and the position. It would be a perfect first night.
He walked to the table they’d just passed and turned to her. “Undress,” he said, unhooking the chains used for securing various aspects of the table. The height was perfect for when he wanted to fuck her as well.
He turned, finding her putting her clothes neatly to the side before straightening to face him. “Lay on your stomach with your breasts in the openings on the table,” he instructed, fighting his urge to hurry.
“Yes Sir,” she whispered, climbing on. The sight of her naked, shaved pussy punched his balls as she crawled to the exact spot.
Once she was in position, he used the leather table straps to secure her upper and lower leg to the table. He really loved this equipment and how the table hinges matched her body’s. He bent the lower half of the table up, bending her leg at the knee then repeated it on the other leg. He then began opening her upper thighs until she gave strained moans. He waited five seconds then pushed her open a little more, reaching her limit again. Counting to ten this time, he proceeded to open her a few inches more. He stopped at her sharp gasp and locked the table at that location.
“Arms above your head,” he said, moving to the opposite end of the table. She reached her hands toward him and he took soft hold of her wrists, sliding them into the soft leather and buckling it tight enough to sustain plenty of pulling. He then attached the wrist cuff’s to the chains on the pulley mechanism at the head of the table and turned the crank. With every turn, the tension increased until her arms pulled straight out above her head. At the point of her moans and gasps, he stopped and locked the crank handle.
He stared at the end result, his eyes burning the erotic view deep into his mind. The spread of her ass from where he stood made his cock beat with a steady pulse. He made his way to the wall with the built-in sound system and turned on the two-hour playlist of music he’d selected. Tonight, he loved his mind’s obsession to plot and plan, as he used the remote to turn the lights low and engage the steam system he’d had installed for the gym. Originally, it was designed to aid in cleansing and purifying the air since there were no windows. Now, he added an erotic mix of oils, the same mix he’d rub her body down with before he began to play.
