by Nicola Diaz
Shaking it off, she walked through the doorway of her bedroom as Isa held the door open. The room was beautiful and she could have put her dorm room inside it at least three times. The closet alone was the size of her dorm. It was also already furnished with clothes, shoes, handbags and even jewelry. Isa told her that Mr. Jennings had everything brought in the night before. How would she ever go back to her older life after this?
She was unpacking when there was a knock on the door. She opened it to find him standing there. This time he was in faded trousers that hung low on his hips and a black shirt that was partially unbuttoned. His blondish brown hair fell over his forehead as he regarded her with a reserved expression. She stood there and looked at him as well. What was he thinking? She found out shortly after. He dipped his head and kissed her soft and sweet.
“Hello.”
“Hello Mr. Jennings.”
“Please call me Zach. I think we can pass over the formalities after yesterday don’t you think?”
“Ok Zach. I am Rachel then.”
“Come I want to talk to you.” He shut the door and led her over to the bed to sit down with her beside him. “Was my book the first time you had read anything on the life?”
She looked at him shocked. What the hell did this have to do with the assignment? “Yes But I don’t see as how that is relevant.”
“It is a big part of my life and I want you to write about it just not that it is me so to speak. I would like for you to see what it is like however so that you can write it from your experience.”
“So you want me to let you tie me up and fuck me then you want me to write about it just with someone else’s name on it? Is that how the first book came about?” She felt herself getting angry but had to admit it wasn’t from the reasoning. It was because she didn’t want to imagine him with someone else. Who was this other woman?”
“No I wrote it. I wanted to get your thoughts on the matter this time. However there is a lot more to it than just tying you up. I want to teach you. I want to give you more pleasure than you can ever imagine.”
“Wow buddy. That is not what I signed up for.”
“I know I just want you to think about it. There is something about you that pulls to me. I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone and I want to share my lifestyle with you. You cannot say that you didn’t enjoy yesterday.”
She looked at him shocked and stood up to pace the room. “What would this entail exactly and what do I get out of it?”
“Besides mind blowing orgasms, more than you can imagine? How about $25,000 a month until we agree to go no further?”
“Are you crazy? Do you have any idea how much money that is?”
“Yes. Now you realize how much I want you.”
“So $25,000 a month to be your whore?”
“Do not ever call yourself that. You are not a whore but my partner. We will both explore each other’s bodies together.”
“So what will you do?”
“First I will give you a contract to sign. This is a full disclosure. You cannot breathe a word of this to anyone. When our arrangement is over then you will keep everything you received during our contract. That includes money, gifts, clothing and all. In the contract you will write a safe word that I will explain to you later.”
“What is in our contract?”
“It will mainly be a list of things that you would be willing to try. If it has an X on it then it is off limits. I will test your boundaries. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain. I just ask that you let me show you your sexuality. This is the contract for you to look over today and fill out if you would like. We will discuss it at dinner this evening. I have given the staff the night off so we can discuss it.”
“OK.” He kissed her briefly on the lips before stepping back through the door.
After he left she looked through the list. She really enjoyed the spanking but there was no way in hell that she was going to let him cane her. She kept reading and blushed at some of the things he wanted to do with her. She came to the spot for anal sex. She had never had anyone there but it was one of the few things that were highlighted which meant it was required by him as well as spankings. She finished the package of papers and sat back. She was surprised to see that there were very few things that she had crossed off. She had just slid it into the folder when there was a knock at the door. Isa informed her dinner would be ready in 30 minutes. She understood the whole environment of the BDSM scene and a Dominant and Submissive relationship now after reading through the package. Another thing that was highlighted was visiting the clubs for BDSM couples. Could she go through with that?
Dinner was eaten in silence and then she handed him the signed package. He looked through it and slipped it back into the folder and stood holding his hand out to her.
“Come. There is something I need to show you. It is the place you will go to when I call you. You will always come into this room and remove your clothes and sit on the bench with your head facing the floor. Your clothes you will place in a neat pile next to you on the bench. Understand?” At her nod he led them to a room down the hall that was apparently locked. He looked at her for a moment before putting a key from his pocket in the slot and pushing it open then he stepped back and stood there holding it open for her to walk through.
Rachel walked through the door and knew she was in his playroom. The walls were painted red and held hooks all around. To the right of the door was the bench that he had told her about. He let her look around at the tall dresser on the right against the wall. There were shackles and chains hanging from multiple different places in the room as well as a huge cross on one side of the bed and a huge X on the other side. Both had handcuffs hanging from them and were made of solid wood. The bed was a huge oversized king bed that was dark wood and had red velvet covering and a mirror overtop of it. She felt the moisture gathering between her legs as she looked around.
“I am going to go change. We can start now. You wrote that your safe word is what?”
“Red.”
“Say it louder. This will stop everything. You understand?”
“Yes I understand. My safe word is red and it will stop everything.” She looked up at him with a smile and he saw the desire flare up in her eyes. He left the room returning later with just a pair of trousers on that hung low on his hips. She was sitting on the bench naked with her clothes piled neatly beside her.
Walking over to her he raised her head. “You will answer everything with sir. Understand?”
“Yes.” At his raised eyebrow she quickly corrected herself. “Yes sir.”
He helped her to stand and kissed her deeply. He then walked her to the bed. “Have you ever had anal sex kitten?”
“No sir.”
“Hmmmm. It is something you will enjoy. I will help to prepare you tonight. It two days I will take you there. Lean over the bed and spread your legs wide.”
She did as he said and wondered if she was crazy for doing this. But there were tons of people who saw where she was going so if she went missing then they would know where to look. Suddenly she felt his mouth at the inside of her right thigh. He was kissing her with his mouth closed and slid his mouth around to lick the back of her knee. She instantly bucked and stood up.
She felt his hand against her back pushing her back down. “Do not move. Put your hands straight out and leave them there. If they move then I stop.” She nodded as she did as he said gripping the cover between her hands.
He slid his tongue up the inside of her left thigh until he reached his goal licking along her slit. She moaned deeply before she felt his tongue slide inside her. She tried to buck again and felt the weight of his hand against her ass as he smacked her hard. She moaned when she felt the sting spread. It heightened her pleasure even more even though she knew it was a warning. He slid his tongue against her clit next and by this time she was panting with need and knew she was drenching the inside of her thighs. Moaning deeply she dug her head int
o the bed. She needed something she just didn’t know what. She felt his hands grip her ass and spread her cheeks to blow on her anus before he dipped a finger inside her depths taking her juices back to the puckered hole. He slid his finger inside her slowly then retreated. He suddenly stepped back and she whimpered her disappointment. She heard a drawer open and him rummaging through it. She felt his presence behind her before she felt something cold running down between her ass cheeks. He slowly slid his finger back inside her and then two. It was a feeling that she had never felt before but it wasn’t unpleasant just different. He moved his fingers in a scissor motion. Suddenly his fingers were gone and she whimpered again.
She felt a foreign object at the hole and then a slight sting as something slid inside her. It stayed there like a weight. She breathed through her nose at the sting until it subsided. She felt a pressure and weight inside her and she suddenly needed to move more. Wiggling she felt another stinging slap on her ass which made her moan even louder. She then felt him take her clit into his mouth to suck hard. She was on the brink of release when he suddenly withdrew. She whimpered her displeasure again before she heard a zipper lowering. She felt him rub his penis along her slit before he slowly slid inside her. With the instrument in her ass, she felt even fuller. He slowly retreated before sliding into her again. He wrapped his hand in her hair pulling it back so that her back arched. She was delirious with pleasure and needed to come so bad she thought she would die.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” At the tightening of her hair she quickly said. “Yes sir. Please fuck me.”
He suddenly pulled back and slammed into her hard. “Like that.”
“Yes sir like that. Please fuck me hard. I need to come please.”
He reared back and obliged her slamming into her so hard she slid against the bed. He slammed into her over and over until she saw stars and screamed with her release. He growled deep in his throat as he emptied himself inside of her.
They dressed and left the room him locking it behind them. Smiling at her he walked with her to the kitchen. “So you will stay then?”
“Yes. I will stay.”
“Ok. How about a midnight swim then?” His face lit up with the smile and she again realized just how handsome he was.
“Sounds good to me.”
THE END
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BONUS STORY 1
BOUND FOR HIS PLEASURE
"Heave to, Dominator!" The shout carried across the crashing water as the Sea Witch drew aside the big frigate. Captain Lizzy Turner cast a quick glance at her crew. Able women all, busily doing their jobs.
The little Sea Witch had quickly overtaken the larger vessel and a few well-placed shots and fast maneuvering had made it clear the Dominator had no place to run. The Sea Witch had forced her into the shallows where coral threatened to rip the hull apart if the captain didn't heave to and strike sails.
"Ladies! Prepare to board!" Lizzy called down to her crew. Lizzy had her eye on the frigate, not just for the cargo she held, but she had a mind to expand her fleet. The women quickly swung onto the larger vessel and the fighting began. By now they knew the drill. They'd been doing this successfully for nearly five years and only lost one battle, their first. They'd taken on larger, more experienced crews and always came out victorious. But this time, something went wrong.
Lizzy didn't know how it happened, only that it did. One minute, the ladies were winning, the next, the group aboard the Dominator were surrounded and disarmed, and she had a pistol pointed at her head.
"Do you yield?" The young officer looked like he'd just as soon shoot her as take her surrender. "Aye," Lizzy threw down her own pistol and cutlass. "Harm one hair on any of them bony heads though, and there'll be hell to pay. Where's yer captain?" The young officer gave her an evil smile, "He's already on his way, madame."
Lizzy watched the gangplank expectantly. He'd either be some young lordling looking to make a name for himself, soft, pale and pasty, or he'd be a grizzled old salt who probably engaged in a few acts of piracy himself. Either way, she knew how to deal with him. She would get her crew out of this and stay out of the noose herself or she wasn't Captain Lizzy Turner.
She gave her bodice a tug, exposing more of her breasts, and flipped her hair back out of her face. Lizzy had learned long ago that dressing like a man may have been more comfortable, but using her shape and feminine wiles was smarter. Instead she dressed in snug breeches and a low-scooped bodice that showed off her curves. She looked up from her cleavage when she heard one of her crew gasp.
He strode aboard the Sea Witch as if he owned it. He was tall, broad in the shoulder and lean in the hip. He looked too rugged to be a pampered lordling, but he was certainly no grizzled old salt either. His dress wasn't typical officer either. He had eschewed the uniform and finery for a simple white shirt left open at the throat and breeches snug enough she could see his cock clearly lined against the fabric. He walked straight to Lizzy and looked her up and down, an expression of amusement on his face.
"So," his voice was liquid silk, "this is the infamous Captain Lizzy Turner."
Lizzy smiled up at him coquettishly, "That I am, and what be the name of the captain of the mighty Dominator?"
"Oh that won't work on me," he laughed. "Give up your charms, pirate wench. They won't save your neck this time." He turned to his crew, "Round up the rest of these wenches. Any that know how to respect a man in authority can swim for shore. Hang any who refuse such kindness." He turned back to Lizzy, "What? You have something to say?"
"That's a long swim t'shore, captain. Have a heart, they're just crew, followin' orders."
"Then order them to behave and none of them will die by the noose. Mr. Biggs! Make it known that once the crew is disposed of, we will sail out another oh... two miles I think should do it. Where we will then allow Captain Turner the choice of going overboard or hanging."
Lizzy was made to watch as her crew was forced overboard. She kept telling herself it was shallow waters, with no dangerous currents. It was a long swim, but they could make it to shore. When the last woman hit the water, the captain returned to Lizzy. "Have anything to say for yourself now, wench?"
She spat in his face, but he only laughed and grabbed her by the hair. "You'll learn manners, eventually." He whipped a rough piece of fabric over her eyes and tied it tight. "Make sure she's bound tightly, we don't want her escaping. Put her in my hold." Lizzy was roughly handed from one man to another, then led down steep steps. The last thing she heard as she descended below decks was the captain ordering the Sea Witch be put to the torch. She fought back tears. So many years of so much hard work, ruined. At least her crew had a chance of survival. If they went two more miles out, she wouldn't stand a chance.
She was tied hand and foot in a place that didn't smell like a ship's hold or brig. There was no smell of moisture or mildew, only dry wood, wool, leather and beeswax. She twisted around and managed to get a finger under her blindfold and slowly work it up off her face. It didn't do her much good however. She was tied facing the wooden hull and the room was dark. She had a sense that the space was small. She could hear even the smallest sounds bounce on the hard surfaces around her. She heard the sounds of the ship as the crew set sail and began to haul farther out to sea.
Eventually, Lizzy dozed in the darkness. The ship had been moving for some time, and she'd long ago realized they'd gone farther than the two miles the captain had promised. She woke with a start when a door opened and candlelight spilled into the space. "Awake are you?" the captain still sounded like he was about to start laughing at any moment.
"Oh, sorry captain, I was just dozin'," Lizzy sassed back at him. "'Tis quite comfortab
le here."
"Really?" All the laughter had gone from his voice, now it was pure steel and Lizzy realized she was afraid of the man. "Let's see what we can do about that."
He stepped closer and Lizzy felt cold steel against the back of her neck. HIs knife slid down her back, cutting open shirt and bodice like they were nothing. He pushed the pieces down her shoulders, then used the torn fabric to tie her arms tight against her body. She was bare from the waist up.
"You've got quite the tits, Captain Turner... Oh, wait, you no longer have a vessel. I suppose you are Miss Turner now." He picked up the candle and held it in front of her face.
"I believe you need to learn some manners, madame." The candle waved back and forth in front of her eyes, and Lizzy tried to pull away. "You don't quite seem to know your place. Nor do you seem to comprehend your situation."
He tipped the candle slightly and a single drop of hot wax fell on her shoulder. Lizzy clenched her teeth, refusing to admit it hurt.
"You have been taken captive. Your crew believes you most likely dead. You are a known pirate, I could kill you and dump your body overboard, and no one would think twice about it. I cold give you to my men for their pleasure, and still no one would think anything ill. You are entirely at my mercy, madame, and I intend to enjoy it."
He tipped the candle again, sending a stream of molten wax down her back. Lizzy hissed in a sharp breath, but refused to cry out. Suddenly, she felt his body press against her back. He closed a hand over her throat and growled in her ear, "Open your mouth!" She obeyed when his hand clenched tighter. He stuffed the candle sideways between her teeth, the wax dripped down onto her breast and she tried not to jump.
