by Alexa Davis
The Boss pushed my legs wider until they were spread shoulder width apart. Nervously, I clenched my hands where they were bound behind my back and held my breath. He slipped his strong hands up my muscular thighs until he came to the triangle of my sex.
"Your pussy is so wet. I like that," the Boss said as he fingered me lightly. The sensation was incredible. It was the small bit of pleasure I felt when Scott had fucked me multiplied by a thousand – no, make that a hundred-thousand. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat as his fingers worked like magic, playing my clitoris like a harp with his thumb and shoving his index finger up inside the hot, wet tunnel of my cunt.
"Do you like that, my little Bitch? Do you like it when I finger fuck you?" he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck as I gasped and moaned under his incredible touch.
"Yes, Boss. I like it a lot," I panted. When he withdrew his fingers, I was left whimpering for more.
"That is a small sample of the kind of pleasure I can give you if you are a good girl and I decide to keep you for my maid. Now, to be fair, let me show you a sample of what could happen to you if you're not a good girl. Let me give you taste of what I do to little Bitches who are bad."
He sat in the chair positioned in the corner of the room and swiftly pulled me over his lap, so my stomach was flat against his thighs and my ass was sticking up in the air helplessly. I struggled to get up, but my hands were still bound tightly behind my back by the handcuffs and his strong arms easily kept me pinned down in the vulnerable position.
"Have you ever been spanked, naughty little Bitch?" he asked me in a voice that was surprisingly soft and calm.
"No, not really," I said, and my voice sounded high and panicked. I didn't like this. I wanted to be let go. And yet, I still didn't use my safe word. Deep inside, I was still wondering what would happen if I let him keep going and there was a tingling in my pussy that was different and far greater than anything I had experienced before. I realized instinctively that I was sexually aroused by the prospect of this erotic spanking and I wanted to be able to say I had tried it at least once.
Suddenly, the Boss’ hand came crashing down on my right butt cheek, smacking me with his open palm painfully. I gasped in surprise, but I managed to refrain from crying out.
"What was that? How do you address me, Bitch?" he admonished. My mind blanked and it took me a moment to understand what he wanted from me.
"Boss," I cried out, remembering his rule. "No, Boss. I haven't really been spanked. At least, not like this."
His palm crashed down against my buttocks again. It vibrated my round butt cheek and pain radiated from the source of impact all the through my body, but there was another sensation there, too, and I was shocked to realized it was sexual pleasure pulsing in my pussy.
"What do you mean not really, you naughty little Bitch. Answer me or I'll whip your ass. Have you ever been spanked before?" He raised his hand high and held it there, ready to strike me if I failed to answer satisfactorily.
"Only by my father, Boss. Never as an act of sex."
"Well, let me show you what it's like to be spanked as a fully grown, fully sexual woman and not just a child."
The Boss rained down a multitude of blows against my naked buttocks. Not too hard and not too many, but just enough to make me gasp and cry out in pain. When he was finished, he rubbed my sore buttocks tenderly, soothing away the pain with his palm and said, "Did you like that, my naughty little Bitch? Let me find out."
He slipped his hand between my thighs and fingered my pussy from behind. I moaned with pleasure at the feel of it. Then, he removed his fingers and showed them to me so I could see the shiny fluid of my own arousal that now coated them.
"Look how wet you are. You are a naughty little Bitch. You liked being spanked by me, didn't you?"
"Yes, Boss. I liked it." I blushed. It was the first time I had ever admitted such thing, and the first time I'd ever realized I could enjoy such a kinky fetish. He stood me up and commanded me to stay. Then, he got the key to the handcuffs and released my wrists. He walked back across the room and called out to me, "Bitch!"
I remembered my training and said submissively, "Yes, Boss. How may I please you?"
He smiled for the first time that evening and told me, "Good girl. Now there is just one final test before I can determine if I want to keep you in my employ as a scullery maid. I'm going to fuck you now.
I could feel myself trembling as I stared up at him, but I couldn't say if it was fear or excitement, perhaps a little bit of both. He was an intimidating and imposing man, and yet the things he had done to me had felt more wonderful than anything I had ever experienced before. What would it be like to fuck him? I couldn't wait to find out.
Chapter Six: Tristan
"Lay on the bed," I commanded forcefully. The little blonde with the amazing tits hesitated for only a moment before obeying. I liked that timid fear gleaming in her eyes and the slight trembling of her body. It gave me a rush of power that made me hornier than hell. She was so Goddamn sexy, it was a shame she was so inexperienced. I would have loved to just fuck the shit out of her, but then again, maybe this was better.
I was sick and tired of the same old kinky whores I saw here every month. This naive little blonde was different. She was fresh and unspoiled. I could mold her into being anything I wanted her to be and she was so responsive and took to my training so well. I was just looking at her, laying there on the bed with her ribs heaving and her eyes wide. She was terrified and yet thrilled and aroused at the same time. I could tell that from the way her nipples were still puckered and the slickness of her cunt. Her body was so sensitive to touch, I doubt anyone had ever given her an orgasm before. God, she was so fucking wet, I bet I could make her come right now. In fact, that's what I was going to do. I'd make this little Bitch come and if I did, I knew she'd be devoted to me forever. She'd do anything I ever asked of her with complete loyalty. But first, I was going to have a little fun.
"Hold up your hands and grip the headboard," I commanded gruffly and instantly, she complied. I grabbed a short length of rope and wrapped it around her slender wrists, binding her arms above her head to the headboard of the bed. Then, I slipped a blindfold over her eyes. Immediately, her entire body became tense.
I took my time with her, covering her body with kisses. Licking, lapping, sucking, and kissing every inch of her tender, naked flesh. God, she tasted so fucking good: salty with sweat and sweet with innocence. I could devour her all night. Then, I came in with my hands. Her skin was so soft. Her stomach was so flat and fit and her muscles were so strong and supple. Her tits were heaven: young and firm, wonderfully round and full, and yet pert and bouncy. When I suckled her nipples, she arched her back and moaned powerfully and I knew I'd found one of her sweet spots where she was most easily aroused. I decided to see if I could find more.
Her entire body was wonderfully sensitive to touch, and I knew that the addition of the blindfold only heightened her awareness of it. Not being able to see where I was going to touch her next provided her with the gift of heightened anticipation and increased sensitivity. It made everything I did to her all the more pleasurable and I could tell from the smile on her face, the increased rate of her breathing, and the writhing of her muscles that she was indeed enjoying herself very, very much.
I knew I had brought her close to orgasm and now it was time to take her the rest of the way. I spread her thighs wide and positioned myself between them. I could see how glistening wet she was and caressed her labia and clitoris with my fingers to get her used to the sensation of being touched. She moaned and gasped, straining in her bonds, hungry for more.
Slowly, I entered her with my cock. God, she was so fucking tight and hot and wet. Jesus Christ, I couldn't remember the last time a pussy felt this fucking good. Her muscles rippled around my cock as her cunt welcomed me in. When I was fully inserted to the hilt, I caressed her clit with my fingers and felt her orgasm around me. She shuddered and moaned and cried out
in pleasure just the way I wanted her to. Was there anything hotter than watching a woman come on your cock? When the waves of her orgasm began to ebb, I started to thrust my hard cock deeply in and out of her, pounding into her powerfully. She panted and moaned, and I felt her muscles tighten as she prepared to orgasm for a second time.
"Come for me, little Bitch. Come on my cock while I fuck you." Just as I finished giving the command, her body erupted in orgasm and I let myself loose, driving into her tight wet cunt with unhindered passion. God, it felt so good to fuck that perfect cunt. When I exploded in climax, I had to grip the bed to keep from passing out, it felt so fucking good. It had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm that powerful and I knew I had this naive little blonde Bitch to thank for it. Only, I couldn't let her know it. If she ever found out she held so much power over me, it would ruin our dynamic, and I wanted more of what we'd just had – a lot more.
Getting up from the bed, I toweled myself dry and zipped my slacks back up. Then, I removed her blindfold and untied one of her wrists. She'd now be able to untie the other on her own. She stared up at me with expectant, questioning eyes. I glared down at her and said, "Not bad for your first night. I'd be willing to keep you on. Show up again tomorrow. Remember, I want you naked with your hair pulled back, and next time, make sure you shave that pussy. I don't want any hair on your body except for your head. You got that, little Bitch?"
"Yes, Boss. Whatever pleases you," she said to me, submissively. She took to her training so fucking well, it was great. She as a natural at this, and I was going to enjoy training her. I could tell from the cheap clothes, worn out shoes, and desperate look in her eyes that the poor kid needed money. I wanted to help her out, but I couldn't make it look like a kindness.
I reached into my pocket, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, and threw it at her callously. In my best asshole tone, I said, "Here's a little goodbye tip for the fuck."
I turned and left, leaving her there all alone, and went straight to Craig's office. "I want her all to myself,” I told him. “Don't let anyone else have her. Have her here for me every Friday and Saturday night."
"I don't know. I could make a lot of money renting her out to other guests," Craig said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"I'll pay double the fee whether I use her or not, but only if she's just mine and nobody else's."
"You got it," Craig agreed and went to tell her to go home for the night.
Chapter Seven: Tristan
I thought about her all the way home and that night I dreamed about her in my sleep. I couldn't believe how quickly she'd gotten into my head. It was dangerous to let a woman have this much control over me, and I was determined to break her spell. She was just a dumb little Bitch that I'd fucked at the club and nothing more. There wasn't anything special about her. She was just a wet cunt and that's all. I was just feeling strange that night because of the divorce; otherwise, I wouldn't have given her a second thought, and I wasn't going to now. I was going to live my life like I always did and not obsess about her or let her influence me.
The next night was Saturday, and I made a point of not going to the club to fuck her. Let the little Bitch stew over me, fretting over when I'd come to see her next. Then, I'd show up when I was good and ready and bend her to my will. She was my fucking employee; I was the one in control.
Of course, the downside to my decision to keep out of the club was I was left stranded with a throbbing erection. I needed some release, and I knew just where to get it. So, Sunday night I went down to Night Life, a trendy and expensive club in lower Los Angeles. I asked the bartender for a scotch with no ice and slammed it down. He handed me another and this time, I drank it slowly, scanning the bar for prospects.
It was a minimal crowd tonight. Sunday nights were always the slowest in the clubs since most people had to work Monday morning. Still, there were always a few bar flies buzzing around, and one of them definitely had her eyes on me. Her blonde hair was stringy and flat, and so was her chest. The bitch had hardly any boobs to speak of and her ass was non-existent, as well. Still, she kept giving me fuck-me glances with her big blue eyes, and the sexual signals she was putting out were unmistakable. The bitch wanted to get laid and I was just the guy to give it to her. So, I bought a cheap vodka and carried it over to her table.
She invited me sit down and introduced herself by putting her hand on my thigh. "Hi, I'm Mona."
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" I asked. It was a line. She wasn't that pretty at all once you got up close, and I was bitterly disappointed. Her eyes were lined with way too much mascara, and she had the careworn appearance of someone who drank too much liquor and snorted too much cocaine.
"I'm hoping to be doing you." She smiled what I'm sure she thought was a sexy grin. We spent the next half hour chugging down double shots and then we went out on the dance floor where she grinded up against me. My mind drifted to the hot little blonde bitch I'd fucked at Whip and I grew hard. The skanky slut I was with thought it was for her and got excited.
"Are you going to fuck me at my place or yours?" she asked. She seemed so sure of herself, like she had control over me, and it pissed me off. No skanky bar slut was going to presume when and I where I was going to fuck her. I was the one in control; I'd decide when to fuck.
"Neither," I growled low in her ear. "We're going to fuck right here in this bar."
I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her off the dance floor, down the narrow hallway that led to the bathrooms, and into the ladies room. Two women were just leaving and the dark, cramped room was all ours. I pushed the skanky slut into the nearest stall and locked the door. We groped each other, pawing and slobbering like animals. I was doing my best to forget the sexy blonde from Whip. It angered me that I couldn't get her out of my mind, and I thought maybe banging this bitch would cure me. I just needed to prove to myself that a cunt was a cunt, and the blonde's was nothing special.
"Bend over, slut," I growled to the bar skank. I bent her half at the waist with her face and hands pressed against the wall. She'd not long ago finished doing a line of coke and bent to my will like a rag doll.
Then, my words penetrated the fog in her head and she whipped her head back over her shoulder to glare at me. "Hey, I'm no slut and you're not the boss of me."
The hot blonde from Whip would never have talked to me like this skank. In her naive world, I was the Boss, and the sun rose and set at my command. Feeling angrier still, I yanked the panties off the skank and shoved my cock into her cunt from behind. She was warm and wet, but not nearly as tight and inviting as the blonde.
I grabbed her narrow hips and kept fucking her, pounding into her slutty cunt with all my might, until finally, I came. It's been said that every orgasm for a guy is great, but that just ain't so. It felt good, and she was alright for a skanky lay in a bar bathroom, but it was nothing compared to what I'd experienced Friday night. Far from curing me of my desire, this little interlude had done the opposite. Now, more than ever, I was obsessed with returning to Whip and indulging in the incomparable pleasures of training my beautiful, sexy, blonde little Bitch to obey my commands and satisfy my kinkiest urges.
WHATEVER HE WANTS #2
Chapter One: Olivia
It was so nice to have money again. I'd never really appreciated how easy I had it when I lived at home with my parents rent free all those years with a kitchen full of food and electricity that was never shut off. These past few months of living on my own with no income had been a tough lesson. Now, I suddenly appreciated every little thing I had.
Mr. Varner had paid me five hundred dollars cash for both Friday night and even Saturday, even though he called me and told me not to bother coming in. Combine that with the hundred dollar tip I'd gotten from my secret mystery Boss and I had enough money to cover this month's rent and next month's, plus groceries and utilities, bring my checking account balance back into the green, and still have enough left over for a trip to the mall with my
roommates for a little fun.
"So, what's this new job of yours?" Clara asked casually as we strolled past the food court towards this cute little shoe store that we all loved. My shoes were old and worn, and I was desperate for a new pair. I tried on a pair of sexy wedges and liked the way they made my legs look long and lean.
"I told you, it's nothing big. Just a modeling job at a hotel club to give it ambiance for the guests. It's stupid really." I decided to get the shoes and paid the clerk for them. She cut off the tag so I could wear them out into the mall, and I told her just to throw out my old bad ones.
"Well, it must pay pretty good. This is the first time you've come shopping with us in months," Suzanne teased. "Just look at you. New bag, new shoes, it's like a whole new you."
"Shut up," I laughed, but I could see they were both still curious about my new job. I just didn't have the courage to tell them what I really did for a living. They were lucky; they'd both been able to get legitimate jobs modeling for catalog shoots and calendars. Clara had even gotten to walk down the runway for a new fashion designer on several occasions, and Suzanne was featured in an ad that was going to appear in a major magazine. There was no way I could confess to then that my first big break wasn't for modeling at all and that I'd actually let myself become a prostitute for a BDSM club. It was too humiliating, and the worst part of it was that I liked it. Ever since that first night last Friday, I couldn't stop thinking about good it had felt. What would they think if they find out that was the reason I came home with such a smile on my face? Surely they would be disgusted and expect me to be ashamed; but the truth was that I liked all the things he had done to me, and that was the most shameful part of all.
