His Judgement

by Piper Stone

  He sat up in his seat. “Show me my slut.” Fingering his belt, he raised a single eyebrow.

  A cold chill swept over her.

  Craze unfastened the buckle. “You heard me.”

  Excitement surged, enough so she was forced to pant. This was terrifying. This was wild. This was unexpected.

  Shaking his head, he sat forward and removed his belt, fingering the leather strap.

  He was going to whip her. Blinking, she bit down on her lower lip. You’re such a bad girl. You need a harsh spanking and…

  Crack!

  When the belt hit the floor, she cringed. “I…” No, no. This was something she’d craved. Okay. Okay! She continued dancing, every move exaggerated, seductive. Purring sounds floated from her mouth as she covered her breasts with her hands, cupping and squeezing. Opening her legs wide, she bounced up and down, crouching low until her ass nearly dragged the floor. Her strong leg muscles kept her upright and with her tall stilettos, she could easily tell the effect she was having on the mystery man.

  His groin was thick, his breathing ragged. “Pinch your nipples for me. Hard. Do it!”

  Her obedience immediate, she plucked her nipples until they were rigid, then pinched, twisting until she yelped. The pain was instant. “Oh…”

  “Use more force.” His face held a warm flush.

  Mesmerized, she did as she was told.

  “Very nice. You’re a natural born slut. Now come here. Come to me.”

  Craze rested his head on his hands, his eyes never leaving her as she closed the distance. She moved in front of his legs, just out of reach. Taking a whiff, she moaned. His scent was scintillating.

  He looked into her face as he breathed out then very slowly eased his gaze downward, picking up and fiddling with the belt. “Women need to be disciplined. You’re very disobedient, but of course you already knew that.”

  The action was provocative, so intimate, and every inch of her body was covered in goose bumps.

  Very gingerly he rubbed his hands up the sides of Joelle’s thighs, his fingers kneading her skin. “Open your legs.”

  Joelle shivered from his touch and slid her left foot out. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. She could hear the echo of her heart beat in her ears. She wanted to reach out and touch him, run her fingers through his hair, but she knew better. He was in charge. Only he could give permission.

  “You smell divine.” He tipped his head and scooted closer, pressing his lips against her stomach. He dragged the edge of the belt down her arm, inching the well-worn leather between her legs.

  “Oh God!” The touch was electric, shooting current directly into her cunt.

  Craze licked around her bellybutton as he brushed the tip of his finger back and forth across the top of her panties. “Are u wet for me?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Are you hungry for me?”

  “God, yes!” Hearing the exasperated tone in her voice, she gasped when he dragged his index finger down the center of her thong to her pussy lips, just peeking out the thinning fabric.

  “Very wet.” A dark chuckle floated between them. He slipped his finger between her legs, drawing a line back and forth, every stroke deliberate.

  Crack! Slap!

  Joelle jumped as the strap hit the floor. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She didn’t know this man. You can’t do this…

  “You will obey me.”

  Her entire body on fire, she dropped her head and was forced to grip his shoulders. She gazed down, her eyes watering, her long hair draping over his collar bone. The moment he touched her bare skin, beads of perspiration rolled down the back of her neck. “Yes. I…” She heard the slight growl just seconds before his mouth pressed against her mound, sucking her wet panties.

  He wiggled his finger past the thin elastic, swirling the tip around her clit.

  The belt never left her skin, a subtle reminder. She remembered the times her father had whipped her, taking her into his office. The punishments were rare, but brutal and very effective. “Mmm…”

  “Hot and wet.”

  “Oh!” A man’s touch had never affected her this way before. The second she closed her eyes she sensed the pressure of her panties being ripped from her body.

  Whoosh!

  “You certainly don’t need these.” Craze took both hands, parting her pussy lips.

  She looked down, watching as the torn material floated to the floor. Run. This is crazy. You don’t want him.

  But she did.

  Looking up, there was no compassion, no remorse in his expression. He tugged her by the neck, easing her to the floor. “Now you’re my submissive. Suck me.”

  Her knees hit the cold hardwood floor and she groaned. Everything about this was insane. Fucking nuts. Every aspect of this man was exactly what she wanted.

  His grip remained. “Take out my cock and suck me.” He pulled her head into his lap.

  This was no longer playtime. He was teaching her to submit. Her face pressed firmly against his throbbing groin, she held out her arms as she controlled her breathing. She touched the insides of his thighs and heard his sounds of desire.

  “Your touch is incredible.”

  She purred and squeezed his thigh muscles as she breathed in his scent.

  Crack!

  The single smack on her lower back gave her tingles. She moaned and clung to his legs.

  “I told you, hesitation only brings pain.”

  Crack! Pop!

  The two additional slaps were harder, a reminder. She swallowed and nodded, giving him her acquiescence.

  Craze pulled her head backwards and leaned down, his eyes flashing. “Suck me or I’ll have to punish you.”

  “Yes, sir.” Whimpering, she found his button and zipper. The slight sound as she released his cock sent another series of shivers skating down her back. She hadn’t sucked a man in years and as she wrapped her hand around his shaft she fought back tears, several slipping past her eyelashes. Gulping, the sound was anguished.

  “Open your slutty mouth.”

  Was he really saying these things to her? She opened her mouth.

  He shifted forward, the move shoving half of his cock inside.

  Instantly she gagged. The tears flowed. She slapped her hand on his leg as she wrapped her other hand around the base of his dick.

  “Relax, Joelle and breathe. I’m not going to hurt you. Enjoy.”

  Every part of her entire being knew she should get to know the man, learn if she truly wanted to do this, to submit.

  But she couldn’t. She was far too hungry.

  “That’s it, take my cock. Suck me.” Craze widened his legs and intertwined her hair around his long fingers, pushing her face down.

  Strangled by the girth, she gagged, the sounds floating into the room. Her eyes watered as the tears fell easily. Why was she so scared? Was she terrified of failing him or herself? Perhaps both.

  “Stop.” He dropped the belt.

  She looked up. In his eyes, there was only admiration as well as desire. She eased his cock out of her mouth and rubbed the tip back and forth across her lips. “Did I displease you?”

  Craze lifted her chin and lowered down, brushing his lips across hers. “I doubt you’ll ever displease me. Tonight, is more about pleasure, but there will be some pain. You need to relax.” He gathered several of her tears on his finger and nodded before sliding his finger into his mouth.

  The intimate move was touching, a moment allowing her to truly see the man behind the mask. While he wanted her full submission, he was learning how to be gentle with her. She would also be his teacher. She licked around her lips as she heard his ragged breathing. When she leaned back, his eyes were once again dark, his need taking him to a place of absolute control.

  “Put your hands down. You’re going to learn to obey me or every punishment will be much worse. Do you understand?” Craze asked as he rubbed his thumb across her mouth.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good, now pla
ce your hands behind your back.”

  She would lose all control. Obeying, she slid her arms down her body. Excitement tore through her, invigorating every cell. Her emotions were raw, conflicting. How could she want this?

  “That’s it.” Craze brushed the tip of his cock around her lips then tapped her cheek. “Open your mouth.”

  Oh God. Oh God! She winced and looked up at him as she opened her mouth, accepting.

  Craze held her neck as he slid his dick inside. “Suck me. Learn to trust me.”

  She kept her eyes on his as she relaxed. His cock throbbed in her mouth, the taste of his pre-cum scintillating. Breathe. You have to breathe. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as he moaned and after a few seconds, she used her strong jaw muscles to clamp down.

  “Amazing. Yes.” Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his face. He licked his lips and took both hands, wrapping them around her hair, tugging her head down as he opened his legs wider. “Now you will learn how to suck a man.”

  Her heart raced as he fucked her mouth. Echoes of his grunting noises reverberated in her ears, the sound mixing with her moans. When she finally relaxed, he thrust faster.

  “That’s it. Take every inch of me.” Craze moved her head, wiggling as he shoved his shaft in so the tip of his cock pushed against the top of her throat. He exhaled and held her down. “Deep throat. Very nice.” He sighed and tossed his head back. “Such a good whore.”

  The action continued until saliva bubbled past her lips. Joelle was lost in the moment, willing her mind to another place, but there was a moment she knew.

  She was ready to belong to him. Her nipples were rock hard, her pussy wet and hot.

  “God damn your mouth is hot. I could fill your stomach with my cum.” His entire body was shaking. “Better yet. I could cover your face, your tits with my cum.”

  The words were unsettling yet so enticing.

  Craze exhaled, a moan escaping his lips. He removed his cock and drew zigzags on her cheek. “Sweet Joelle. You’d look exquisite covered in cum. Open wide.”

  As he continued pumping, she gave up control, letting go as tears continued to slide down her face. Come on me. Come on me. Use me. This was so wrong, but every part of her wanted this. No, this was everything she’d longed for.

  Shaking, he tossed his head back and forth as he rubbed one hand roughly through her hair. He jerked back her head until his cock slipped from her mouth.

  Strings of saliva trickled down her chin as she coughed. Her eyes watered and she gulped air. Her arm flew around involuntarily, but she forced it back behind her, trying to obey.

  “So fucking beautiful.”

  Seeing the cold look in his eyes surprised her. She licked the saliva off of her mouth and scooted closer. “Are you okay?” She was as surprised at the question as he was.

  Jerking his head to the side, he grunted, his eyes flashing as he slapped his cock against her face. “With you sucking my cock? Absolutely.”

  The words sounded hollow, stilted. Joelle opened her mouth, anticipating another round. When he pushed her back, the force enough to toss her to the floor, she slapped her hand across her mouth. He seemed shaken to her, unsure, then he rose to his feet, towering over her.

  “I want nothing more than to come in your mouth, spew my seed down your throat, but I crave more. I have to have all of you.” He leaned over, gripping both sides of her face. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips across hers. “All of you.”

  She heard his soft growl, the tone guttural. Cupping his wrists, she eased her tongue past his lips and for a few seconds the kiss was full of passion, gentle romance.

  Seconds later he broke the sweet intimacy and hissed, flipping his arms so he grabbed her wrists. He jerked her to a standing position. “Yes, I will take all of you.”

  Suddenly his expression was completely different, his face wrenched. She stuttered, but there were no words she could say, nothing that would make any sense. His grip became so tight, his nails digging into her skin, and he held her in the same position as he roamed her body with his eyes.

  “You will never want another man, never taste another cock. You’ll never know the touch of any other than mine. I will be your breath, your light, your sex, and the one who fulfills your very soul.”

  The words were evocative, the understanding clear. How she longed to comfort his tortured soul.

  Craze slowly lowered his head, nipping her neck. “Mine.” He laughed softly as he eased back. Seconds later he pulled her backward, shifting her over the couch.

  She moaned and shoved her hands on the cushions, pushing up. The window in front of her drew her attention, a subtle reflection of the sordid action, the sinful tryst. His chiseled body moving behind, she arched her back. The sheen in the window highlighted their lascivious affair. For seconds he stood simply gazing at her. She had difficulty breathing, was unable to think clearly. When he touched her shoulders, the tips of his fingers lightly moving up and down her upper arm, she shivered. “Who are you?”

  “You know who I am. I’m the only man who understands you,” he whispered and bent down, pressing his lips against her cheek.

  His touch was so light, gentle, and her emotions were an odd dichotomy. How could she crave the light and dark in the same manner? How could she want the soft touch of his hands and the harsh strike from his belt?

  “Every hole is all mine. You’re going to learn that tonight.”

  “Yes.”

  “Every breath you take belongs to me,” he whispered as he tugged her hips backward.

  Slap!

  His bare hand hit her ass.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Whap! Pop!

  “You will obey every command, fulfill every desire.”

  She nodded as he spanked her again, slapping his hand back and forth on both ass cheeks. “Yes, sir. Every command.”

  Crack!

  “You will come to me any and every time I call you. You’re nothing but my whore. Clear?”

  The tone of his voice was gripping, the words enthralling. She was lost in the words, the meanings, every nerve ending on fire. “God, yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  The moment he shoved his cock deep inside her cunt, she tossed her head back and whimpered, her nails digging into the back of the couch.

  Taken.

  She wanted nothing more.

  Chapter 6

  I’m a bad man…

  “Mr. Mitchell. Do you have the preliminary report?”

  Craze stood gazing out the window, dark and lurid thoughts remaining. He had no idea how he’d lost control. Taking the woman, fucking her and using her, for God’s sake, was insane. She was a stranger, a beautiful creature who didn’t deserve to be… He rubbed his chin. He’d essentially coerced Joelle into becoming his submissive, if only for a night. His beast had surfaced. Had he forced her? The thought was an ugly swirl, creating bile.

  “Hello? Earth to the fabulous Mr. Mitchell,” Mark asked, his words exaggerated.

  The joking tone snagged him away from his anxious thoughts. “What?”

  “Whew. Rough night?”

  “It is Saturday. I don’t have to be in full work mode.”

  “Right. Saturday, what’s that mean? My boss is a slave driver.” The tone was teasing.

  He turned and eyed the only man he could call on to work the weekend without question and laughed. “Sorry, Mark. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

  “Whatever it is, I hope she’s a leggy blond,” Mark said as he walked inside.

  Leggy blond. Joelle was much more. “You trying to fix me up, partner?”

  “Someone needs to. I haven’t heard about a chick in your life for over ten months.”

  Craze resisted lifting his middle finger. “Just thinking about the case.” He was thinking about everything else but the case. They hadn’t uttered a word, either good or bad, as he drove her back to her car. In fact, they hadn’t even been able to look at each other. He wanted to
say he had no idea why the Neanderthal behavior had surfaced, but he knew. The darkness within him had been creeping into his life in confusing ways.

  Every dream, every moment alone had given him increased needs. Own. He’d actually told her he owned her. What the hell the woman must be thinking. He’d ripped her blouse, shredded her panties. He was sweating, his cock damn hard just thinking about the need. He’d do every bit of it all over again. What did that make him?

  “Right. Sure. I’ll buy the bullshit. Not. I know you too well, remember?” Mark laughed and dropped a folder on his desk. “However, we do have a lot of work ahead of us.”

  “We merely have to supervise, keep track.”

  “Oh, come on. You know better. This case alone could put you on the fast track.” Mark folded his arms. “I assume that’s what you still want. At least you’ve been barking about your aspirations for months. I assumed you want political gain. I’m assuming that you’ve reached your decision on whether to run?”

  Political gain. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to hunt down Joelle, take her back to the studio and beat her bloody. The thought was chilling. “Assume? Political gain is a savvy expression for winning at all costs. That’s why we’re here today. Remember?”

  “How could I forget? You dragged me here out of my beauty sleep to work on a gorgeous day.”

  “Beauty sleep? That would take months to matter,” Craze chided. His nerves were on edge and while he should condemn his behavior, try and find Joelle and apologize, he wouldn’t, because both he and Joelle were cut from the same cloth. She’d enjoyed the session as much as he had. However, he would find her somehow. She was in his blood, fueling his intense needs.

  “Such a fucking comedian.” Mark shook his head. “And the campaign?”

  Craze thought about the call he’d received from the mysterious stranger. The unknown man wanted to get under his skin, influencing Craze not to run. He exhaled and gave Mark a hard look. “I’m close to deciding.”