Wrong Number

by Lucian Bane

  “How does it feel?” he asked, coming to stand where he had the perfect view of her ass and pussy wide open.

  “It…it feels good,” she whispered weakly.

  “Are you ready for this, Princess?”

  “Yes. Yes Sir,” she gasped.

  He reached his finger out and touched right in the opening of her pussy. “Your dripping, my sweet Angel.” She answered him with tiny moans and he angled his head, barely touching the very tip of her clit. The jolt she gave, followed by rapid breaths brought his low, eager groan.

  He undressed and got the rubbing oil. Opening the top, he drizzled it along her back and in the crack of her ass.

  “Oh,” she gushed.

  He warmed his hands with the oil and stood at the side of the table, reaching under it to cover her tits in oil first.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered as he sensually moved his hands over her tits.

  They protruded nice and tight out of the holes. “Your fucking nipples, Angel,” he whispered, focusing his fingers all over the thick tips, rolling with a firm, erotic motion until she was moaning non-stop.

  He stroked his hands along her back then moved to the end of the table, standing between her open legs. He slid his hands along her thighs, along the tight muscles while eying her ass and pussy. Moving in their direction, he allowed his thumbs to go right up to the edge of her open folds, massaging ever closer to the opening.

  He let out a greedy hiss as her hips twitched and pushed to reach his touch despite the restraints. And the sounds she made. Tortured.

  And God, he was just beginning.

  He wanted to lick her, taste her. He could, he realized. He could do anything he wanted for as long as he wanted.

  ****

  It couldn’t have been more than five minutes and already Lizzy felt like she’d been trussed up for hours. What a world he’d created. The whole room had her aroused out of her mind in a terrifying way. The scented steam in the air and the lascivious, slow grinding music seemed to stroke her nerve endings now pulled tight and taut in the most indecent pose she’d ever been in. It felt like every part of her was wide open to him, especially between her legs. But how oh how could she possibly need something as much as she did his touch?

  “David, oh my God,” she croaked, feeling his mouth on her left butt cheek. His tongue lapped between light sucks while her hips writhed under the fire he steadily stoked. His breaths shuddered and her own hitched when his large hands gripped both butt cheeks, massaging greedily. He released one cheek and she yelped with the sting of his sudden spank.

  “Address me as Mr. Raze, Princess.”

  Oh my God, his voice. He was on the edge, his words deeper and winded. “Yes Mr. Raze,” she managed around her panting.

  She gasped at the sudden trace of his finger, just barely in her opening. He spanked her again, and she jerked on the restraints that held her so perfectly tight. “That’s…yes Sir,” he said, his hot tongue licking where he disciplined.

  She fought for air as he created a wet trail to the crack of her butt. Her moans picked up as he started from the top, his hands back to holding tight to her ass cheeks, digging as he licked at a torturing pace toward that spot.

  When his tongue found the most embarrassing part on her body, it twirled in seductive circles right on the tight muscle as his fingers ground into her cheeks. The addition of his rough breaths drew her shameless grunts and moans. “Please, Mr. Raze,” she begged too. “Please lick me.”

  He flicked his tongue rapidly on that shameful spot, causing her gasps to sputter out erratically and her muscles to tremble. The sudden absence of his hands on her butt followed with two sharp thwacks and oh God, his tongue inside her!

  “Mr. Raze! Finger me. I need it.”

  He abandoned her body suddenly and she fought to see behind her. He leaned next to her and slid the curtain of hair from her face, his finger stroking her mouth as he did. The feel of him there, where she was most hungry, had her reaching. Any part of him to lick and suck, that’s what she craved. “You disobeyed me today, Angel.”

  She closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, panting and straining in the restraints before eyeing him desperately. Her gaze lowered to his cock now aimed at her, taunting. “I’m…I’ll be good, please.”

  He held a metal looking star before her face and she remembered him getting those, wondering what they were. He braced his arm on the table, his face near hers, eyes locked on hers as he reached under the table and gently massaged her breast. He slid his touch over the tip of her nipple, then rolled the overly sensitive nub between his fingers, arcing heat to her clit. She gave non-stop moans of more. Please more. Her muscles trembled as she waited for what he was doing. “Oh!” she shot out, biting her lower lip before gasping with the biting metal around her nipple. A quiver passed through her body that seemed to end at her pussy where everything throbbed and pulsed. “Mr. Raze!” she pled, her voice hoarse from all the panting. “I…I need it. I’m sorry, I’ll do better.”

  He made his way around to the other side and she turned her head, again watching his cock coming toward her. He repeated what he did to her first breast, massaging with a tender perfection before teasing the very tip. She’d never felt so desperate and helpless and horny. Rolling her nipple until it was thick, he began working the star over it, the sharp feeling forcing her mouth wide with astonishment. He landed two sharp spanks on her ass before stroking the tip of her nipple again. “I think my sweet angel wanted to be punished,” he wagered above her whimpering moans. “I think my angel likes being punished.”

  At hearing him say it, she shot out her “Yes!” with many nods. “Punish me. I want it, I want it so much. I’m begging you Mr. Raze,” she finished in the most pathetic voice she’d ever heard. She didn’t care a damn bit, not if it got her what she was dying for. More touching, more anything in any way.

  He’d gone back behind her and she put her forehead on the table, feeling dizzy. She clenched her eyes as he traced her opening again with his fingers, barely touching still, making her hips grind and writhe for it.

  “I promise to be better, I swear,” she strained between shudders.

  “Such a sweet angel you are,” he said, tracing her clit now, so very softly over the tip. “Your clit is on fire?”

  “David…”

  He spanked her nice and hard, making her buck and yelp.

  “Mr. Raze,” she blurted, swallowing. “I’m sorry. Oh God, touch it, touch it again. It’s so hot, it’s so hot.”

  “Here?” He focused the pad of his finger on the tip of her clit, hardly applying pressure.

  “I’m so sorry,” she cried, feeling on the verge of tears. “I’ll…I’ll be good. Please I’m begging, I’m begging.”

  “I have something for you, Princess. Would you like it?”

  “Yes!” she cried, not knowing what it was, not caring. “Mr. Raze I want it!”

  She felt a cool something in her opening and her mouth flew open, her pussy clenching for it. He slid it up and down, barely going inside her. It had to be that small dildo looking one he’d picked. He pushed the fat toy into her opening, moving it in a slow fucking motion before pulling it just as slowly up to her ass.

  “Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,” she panted, yanking her arms in the restraints. “Put it in, put it in.”

  He pressed the blunt tip against her ass, rotating it a little. Her moans returned, high pitched and torturous as he continued to twirl and push it, harder and harder.

  “Are you ready, Princess?”

  “I am, I am, I am!”

  A hard spank jolted her right as he slid the plug all the way in.

  “David!” she gasped, forgetting the rules, not caring what it cost. Games aside or whatever this was aside, she needed him, this was mean and not fun anymore.

  Her moans came weakly between shaky breaths as he warned, “I might become addicted to this Angel. Pretty sure I already am.”

  Oh God, he sounded so far from done,
so far from giving her what she had to have. “David,” she croaked, needing him to understand how badly she had to have it.

  He was there suddenly, face next to hers, moving her hair aside. “Are you okay?” he whispered, pressing the most tender kisses along her cheek.

  She closed her eyes as she fought for air and an angle that might help her cause. “I want to… renegotiate our…contract.”

  She eyed him from slits, watching his sexy mouth spread in a grin. He continued to stroke her cheek. “What does my Angel want?”

  At hearing there might be hope of a rescue, she licked her dry lips, focusing her gaze on him. “I was…thinking we should have…time limits.”

  His smile grew and he gave a clit tingling chuckle.

  At seeing he might not take her seriously, she hurried. “I can’t…I can’t do this.”

  “Are you in pain?”

  “Yes,” she cried desperately, nodding.

  Her heartfelt sincerity earned his lips back on her face where he gave those sexy, soft, scream in frustration kisses.

  “David, I’m not made for this, I’m…some people like being tortured but…I’d rather you just beat me with that…thing. Please!”

  She prayed he heard her frustration in her very kind beg as he went back behind her. “So… you’re asking for mercy?”

  “Yes!” she shot out, nodding a lot, trying to turn her head to see him. “I’m begging for mercy.”

  His strong, warm hands covered the back of her thighs and slid upward. “Say it,” he said, pushing his thumbs into her pussy lips when he reached them.

  “I…I’m begging you…Mr. Raze. I’m begging for mercy,” she repeated, hoping the words were right and in the proper order. “Sir,” she added.

  “Like this?” He moved his thumb in and out of her pussy now. “This kind of mercy?”

  Oh God, oh God. “More! I need your cock Mr. Raze, I need to come!” she whimpered frantically.

  He stopped again and she struggled to see what he was doing now. He suddenly gave her a hard spank, pushing fingers inside her, much deeper. “Mercy, this one time.”

  She was lost to the pleasure, barely coherent. “Only once… please.” She didn’t care she was making deals she couldn’t keep. She’d likely sell her soul if it got him inside her.

  At feeling the thick, hot head of his cock along her slit, she exchanged her desperate moans for cries of praise, rejoicing shamelessly when the hot head swirled carefully on her clit in three measured rounds. He slid it back up to her entrance, spanking her once, then twice.

  Oh God, he was getting ready, she could feel it and hear it. His seething groans and sexy grunts said she was about to get it. Yes, yes. She writhed her ass in every direction, pulled harder than ever on the wrist restraints.

  The head of his cock paused at her quivering entrance. Oh God. The sudden brutal grip of his hands on both ass cheeks stole her breath. She was locked up, tauter than ever now. He inched his cock inside her ever so slowly, bringing cries of rapture and undying gratitude. Halfway in, he let go of her ass and stopped.

  Panic hit. “Mr. Raze! Please!” she cried, realizing her tone wasn’t begging at all, but pissed sounding. Something passed over her aching clit and she let out a single gasp.

  “You feel this?”

  “I do! I do, I do, feel it,” she blurted, not caring that she sounded like Dorothy begging the good witch to help her get home. “I want to come, please, let me come,” she pled, back to whimpering.

  The suspense had her ready to cry right up to the point his cock rammed in and hit the very bottom of her. Even through her shriek, his growls could be heard with seething hisses. Her heart hammered in her chest and everywhere else as her orgasm rushed in from every angle.

  His hands latched onto her ass cheeks with a brutal force, shooting panic and pleasure as she braced for the storm coming. After ten seconds of his ragged breathing, she was ready to beg again.

  He began moving in and out of her finally with a pace she knew. It was the speed he used before he got serious and punched the gas. Still gripping her ass tight, his seethes grew lustier, louder, a clear declaration that he was coming for her. He was coming, and she would pay, he would fuck her into a million pieces.

  A light buzzing sounded behind her and a soft vibration slowly bit down on her clit. That was it for her. “Don’t stop!” she shot out, knowing her orgasm wouldn’t be stopped now.

  “I’m not fucking stopping, Angel,” he swore, spanking her ass and pumping deep as he did. Faster and faster he pumped until he was at mind-blowing, atom-splitting hammers.

  She could only scream the joyous news without words. She was coming, she was coming! He unleashed a barrage of blistering spanks right in the throes of her orgasm, turning the intensity up to maximum and soul-obliterating.

  Then he came. And God almighty, to her, he felt like a rocket blasting to another world, dragging her with him. Those world crossing thrusters burned away everything, her humanity, her identity.

  When she eventually floated back down to Earth, she felt the change. There was a scar burned over her soul. A forever scar. And it had his name all over it, scrawled out in many fonts and sizes. David. Jack Raze. That Man. Him. The One. Her Male. Her Man. Her Mate. It was etched on every surface and crevice. It was all just as he’d promised. She was owned by him.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  David was beyond shocked. After that experience with her, he was in fucking…wordless…whatever-the-fuck-it-was-called. He’d said he might be addicted? More like furiously obsessed now. He’d wondered if he would like any of it because not every fantasy played out the way you imagine, especially when you were so fucking exceptional at imagining them. But somehow, this turned out to be more than he could’ve imagine. And being unable to foresee how this would affect him meant the unleashed results would be trickier to handle. The amount of self-control this would demand was a cause for panic, since with her, he seemed to have near zero of that.

  And it wasn’t just the pleasure, it was everything. Being in complete control of her… Just how in the world did something so simple as deciding what she wore and ate and did throughout the day bring that much satisfaction? More like salvation, that’s what it felt like.

  Yes, he liked to be in control, he knew that much, but with Lizzy, all forms of it were tied straight to his ever-hungry cock. This wasn’t just any kind of addiction, this was the kind that could lead straight into the arms of a sadistic sickness. He knew of those too, in the real world. He’d witnessed them in progress over the years with some of his “acquaintances” in the erotic industry.

  He hurried into the spare bedroom shower after having literally carried a pleasure saturated and aching Lizzy to his bathroom. He ordered her to soak in the whirlpool bathtub for twenty minutes, not missing the fact that there was no guilt over the injuries she’d sustained at the hands of his lust. More like pure satisfaction. The kind you got when returning from a hunt with your winnings dragging behind you.

  Fuck, he sure hoped to God he wasn’t resurrecting a psycho Lance buried inside him.

  ****

  Lizzy’s limbs were still wobbly from their first whatever it was in the dungeon. Climbing her way out of the tub, she wrapped in a robe and entered the bedroom. Voices reached her and she paused, listening. Her stomach knotted immediately as she carefully crept to the bedroom door leading to the patio. God, she hoped it wasn’t Lisa.

  At finally spotting David to the far right, her breath stilled in her chest at the two women with him. “We’re sorry, Lisa told us you were relocating business here.” David said something too low for her to hear but whatever it was made both women laugh.

  “You’re the boss. You tell us where you want us, and we’ll be there.” David again said something that prompted an, “Aww that’s so sweet! You’re one of our favorite customers too.”

  Customers? Were they cover models for his books? They could be, judging by their looks.

  Her hand flew to
her mouth when the blonde near him grabbed his cock. She stepped away from the door, closing her eyes while laughter rang out and sickness churned her stomach.

  “Well you’re the one who said two is better than one,” the girl said with a giggle, making Lizzy sicker as David again mumbled something. Whatever it was, wasn’t something to dissuade, judging by their lusty giggles. “Nobody knows what you like and how you like it better than we do, Jack. A very wise man told us this.” More whore laughs.

  She couldn’t take anymore. She hurried to the armoire that held her clothes and blindly pulled out things, forcing her brain to think when she realized none of them were normal attire. She opened the bottom drawer that held her old clothes, grabbing her Tweety Bird lounge pants and a random pink tee.

  After she was dressed, she was stumped as to what to do next. She didn’t have a vehicle. Was she supposed to take off walking? She damn well could. Should.

  She paced in the room, shaking her hands and fighting her panic. Think. Think rationally, Lizzy. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation for this. She should ask. She shouldn’t be like those stupid women in stories that assumed the worst and ran off only to find out later it was this… big huge misunderstanding.

  No, she’d…she’d let him explain himself.

  She hurried to the door and gasped at seeing him returning. Shit. She flew to the chair behind her and sat, crossing her legs. She needed to be doing something. She got on the floor and peered under the chair, waiting for the door to open.

  When it finally did, she raised up. “Oh hey, I was…just looking for…” Oh God what was she looking for?

  He grinned at her, staring at her clothes. “What are you wearing?”