by Rock, Vivie
‘You know what happens to naughty girls, Rose,’ he said, feeling me squirm slightly under his fingers. ‘Naughty girls get spanked. And the naughtier they’ve been… the harder they get spanked.’
With that, I suddenly felt the full force of one of his palms coming down on my ass, right on top of the healing wounds, making them sting and smart, almost like I was being whipped with the birch rod, all over again.
‘That’s for breaking the rules of the contract,’ he said, letting the stinging sensation truly sink in before doing anything else.
‘And this,’ he said, his voice keener now, like he was enjoying getting into the swing of things. ‘This is for fucking somebody else.’
I cried out, about to tell him I hadn’t fucked anyone, when the flat of his hand smacked into me again. This time, Mr. Cooper’s big hand smacked me so hard, just at the bottom of my ass, that it smacked against my bare pussy too, causing it to throb in pain. ‘Sir…’ I panted. ‘I didn’t fuck anyone.’ My voice was quieter now. ‘I’ve… never fucked anyone.’
Mr. Cooper remained immobile for a few moments, his breath heavy behind me. Then, almost imperceptibly, I could just make out the sound of a zipper being unfastened, and Mr. Cooper groaned.
At precisely that moment, so loud it made me start, there was a knock at Mr. Cooper’s door.
‘Fuck!’ Mr. Cooper shouted, his breath heavy. He pulled down the skirt of my dress, back over my ass. ‘Into the glasshouse. Now.’
I hurried over to the glass door at the back of the office, but my arms were tied behind my back, and I could open the door. Now that I was standing up, my dress had come loose too, where Mr. Cooper had ripped off one of the straps, and the material peeled back from my right breast. Whoever was about to walk in, right now, was going to see everything.
Mr. Cooper bent down to the carpet, and picked up my jacket, then I saw him fiddling with his fly as he walked quickly over to the door beside me. ‘In here,’ he said, pulling back the door. ‘All the way in. Keep moving.’
I was greeted by the warmth and fragrant aroma that I’d been struck by last time I was in here, when I’d fainted, but this time I felt far from faint. I felt panicked. Someone was going to spot us, and there was going to be trouble. Big trouble. For both of us.
‘This way,’ Mr Cooper said, grabbing my arm tight, so tight it hurt, and leading me forwards, waiting impatiently for me to step over plants and sprinklers, pulling me behind trees. When we’d walked what felt like at least halfway around the building, so that his office was no longer in sight, Mr. Cooper pulled me down to the floor.
‘Get down low,’ he said. ‘Nobody will look for us here.’
‘Who is it?’ I whispered, my heart racing, my leg grazing against the damp concrete beneath me.
‘Probably the cleaner,’ he said. ‘She usually checks I’ve gone home before she locks up and leaves.’
‘Locks up.’
‘It’s okay, I have a key.’
‘Doesn’t she check in here then?’ I asked.
‘I don’t think so,’ he said. ‘Not usually.’
‘Why doesn’t that reassure me?’ I asked, moodily.
‘Rose,’ Mr. Cooper whispered, suddenly tugging at something on my jacket. When I looked down, I saw that he was pulling the belt out of its hoops, and holding it up to me like a piece of rope. ‘While we’re in here, I’m going to tie you up again.’
Looking at the rope, I realized now what my new dress had reminded me of, back when I was in the changing room at the store. Each strap was like a length of rope, tied around my body. The dress had reminded me of Mr. Cooper, along.
‘And when I’ve tied you up,’ he said, with a strange new depth to his voice, ‘I’m going to fuck you.’
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
White Jasmine
Mr. Cooper’s knees pressed me down into the ground, as he sat over me, lifting my arms behind me, tying me up against a large steel structure running between three small cherry blossom trees. A pink petal fell down onto my face as I looked up at him, trying not to let him see how much pain I was in now, on my buttocks, or my shoulders where he was hoisting my arms back, or between my legs, where he’d smacked me. I didn’t want him to see how much pain I was, because I didn’t want any of it stop.
In fact, I wanted more. Much more.
Mr. Cooper, still pinning me down as he sat over me, took off his jacket – an extremely-expensive-looking Armani jacket – and threw it onto the wet concrete beside me. Then he began undoing his shirt.
It struck me now that I had never seen my boss naked. I had never even seen him without a shirt. I held my breath, waiting to see him, hoping I’d like what I saw.
I’d only been this close to one topless man: Jacob.
As Mr. Cooper peeled off his shirt, though, I saw that he was nothing like Jacob. I mean, sure, Jacob had been in good shape, but it was nothing compared to the man sitting astride me now. Mr. Cooper had a six-pack. He had rock hard pectoral muscles, and tight, round muscular shoulders that made me think he could just pick me up and carry for miles if he needed to. I probably weighed nothing to a man like this. In fact, a man like this was so strong that he could crush me in seconds if he wanted to. Imagine that. It was well within Mr. Cooper’s power, if he so desired, to just grab me in his thick, muscular arms, and squeeze me until I stopped breathing.
He stooped down over me, putting his finger to my lips before I could speak. ‘Shh,’ he whispered. ‘Can you hear anything?’
I strained to listen, but my heart was beating so fast that it sounded like an entire drum circle was playing inside me. I shook my head.
Mr. Cooper remained completely stiff, listening out for the sound of snapping twigs or rustling leaves, anything that might give away the fact we weren’t alone out here. But, judging by the clear focus in his eyes, he heard nothing. I tried to look past him, to see if I could see anyone behind him, but my arms were tied so fast to the steel post behind me that I couldn’t shift even an inch.
Mr. Cooper looked down at me. ’No point struggling,’ he hissed. ‘You’re stuck there until I decide to free you.’
‘And when will that be?’ I whispered back, trying not to smile.
‘Not yet,’ he said, reaching down to my skirt, and pulling it down with such a force that the other two straps broke as well. ‘Not for a long time.’
He pulled the dress clean over my legs and feet, and I lay there, tied up and naked before him, writhing around on the cold, wet concrete. ‘Mr. Cooper,’ I said, my teeth beginning to chatter with nerves. ‘I’ve never… I’m a…’
‘It’s okay,’ he said gently, stroking the hair out of my eyes. ‘I’m in charge now.’
He pulled off his pants, throwing them onto the concrete beside him, so that all he was wearing were his tight, black boxers. I could see his erection immediately. The black fabric was pulled taut at the groin. The big black mass behind it pushed hard at his underpants, like it wanted to rip them open and set itself free. I was desperate to reach out and touch it, to feel its warmth with my fingertips, but obviously, my hands were restrained, and I could do nothing but watch.
Mr. Cooper sat over me once more, his tight abductor muscles, wrapped around me. ‘You’re not going to go off with your boyfriend after this, are you?’
I thought of Patrick. Poor Patrick. Lovely as he was, I’d always known in the back of my head, I think, it wasn’t going to work. I’d broken things off with Jacob for a reason. I didn’t need another Jacob.
I shook my head. ‘There’s no-one else,’ I whispered.
Mr. Cooper thought about this for a moment. ‘I want to keep up our arrangement, Rose,’ he said. ‘I want to keep tying you up. To keep spanking you. To keep dominating you, in all sorts of new ways.’
I swallowed.
‘But for that to happen, I need trust.’
‘I trust you,’ I said weakly.
‘And I trust you too,’ he said, his face moving down now, closer towards me
, until his lips were brushing my cheek. I could feel the warmth of the air that had been inside me, moving across my skin, hear the heaviness of his breath against me. ‘You dirty bitch,’ he whispered, as he pressed his lips hard against mine. The force of his mouth, pushing so hard against me, made me moan. But still, he kept on pushing, forcing his tongue between my teeth, flicking it hard and powerfully over my own tongue, grabbing me by the face so he could plunge his tongue farther and deeper within me.
I felt his groin – his hot, hard groin – pressing up against mine now. Even though he had underpants on, I was sure he could feel how wet I was through the fabric. I was so slick with juice that he was almost sliding right inside me, even with his underpants on.
Oh god, I wanted him. This was exactly how I wanted to lose my virginity. I wanted to lose it so badly.
‘Wait,’ Redmond said, suddenly pulling away from me. He reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a black leather wallet. Was he going to offer me money? Is that what this was to him?
I saw him open his wallet and take out a small silver packet, which he ripped open with steady, strong fingers.
Of course! A condom! I was such an idiot. I wouldn’t even have thought of using one. Shit. There were some things I still really wasn’t so worldly wise about yet. And I sensed Mr. Cooper was going to be the one to teach me them all.
He pulled down his underpants, and I strained to lift my upper body off the floor so that I could see his cock. I’d imagined it so often, that it felt unreal I was finally about to see it. When I eventually got a glimpse of it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The thing in front of me was just… beautiful. So long and hard and smooth. Built to do only one thing, and that thing was fuck. It was designed perfectly. I could make out a few straining veins beneath the surface of the skin, showing just how hard he was right now, how desperately he wanted me. The tip of his cock was a deep crimson color, full of hot, manly blood, gushing straight from his heart to his penis, filling him up with red hot love.
Oh fuck, I wanted him inside me. I moaned with desire.
‘You want some of this, do you?’ Redmond asked, pulling the condom tight over his bulging erection. ‘You want me to push this up inside your tight, wet pussy? You want your boss to fuck you, here at work, like a little whore?’
I nodded. Yes. I want it. I want it right now!
Mr. Cooper’s lips pressed down on mine again, but just for an instant, as his mouth then trailed down my skin, first to my breasts, whose nipples were cold and puckered, hard as little rocks beneath his lips. He blew a soft breeze of air across them, teased them a little with his teeth, then sucked at them, as if he was drinking liquid for the very first time, beset with a terrible thirst. Then, once he’d had his fill of both breasts, had sucked at them and bitten and licked them all he wanted, his tongue then trailed down to my stomach, which had a pleasant, soft bulge to it now that I was eating more, and it felt so sexy having a moist tongue dragged across it.
Finally, his head nestled deep within my thighs. I felt his nose pressing against my soft pussy lips first of all, and then his tongue, once again. His tongue gently pulled the lips apart from one another, pushing between them, becoming coated instantly in the slick, sticky juices within me. He groaned with pleasure as he tasted me, and I could tell how good it tasted to him, as he continued to groan as his tongue flicked back and forth over my clitoris, and then, every few seconds, dived down deep into my soft, womanly passage.
I’d only felt a man do this to me – Jacob – twice before. I’d felt so nervous the last times. So anxious that I smelt or tasted bad, or that Jacob was only doing it out of kindness. But now, Mr. Cooper was eating me like a man that hadn’t had a meal in months. He wanted to be down there. Heck, my arms were tied behind my head. This man was only doing things he wanted to me. I had no choice but to take it.
I felt the waves of ecstasy rush over me. I pushed my head against the concrete, and arched my back, feeling an electricity build up between my thighs. Mr. Cooper sensed I was on the edge, and grabbed my buttocks tight, pushing his tongue all the way into me, as far as it would go. Bright, colored lights begin to fly in front of my eyes, and I had to stop myself from screaming. I felt the spasms in my ass first, then up and down my legs, and in my stomach, then, finally, in all the tight, clenched muscles of my pussy. One by one by one.
‘Fuck!’ I gasped. ‘Fuck!’
It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I wanted to say. Hell, having experienced this, maybe it’s the only orgasm I’ve ever had!
But Mr. Cooper wasn’t about to let me rest. While my legs were still twitching, I saw him grab his huge, erect cock, which looked even bigger and harder than it had done before, since he’d been licking me, and he lay over me, pressing his chest against my breasts. Then, ever so slowly, I felt it. The tip of his cock, first of all, just nudging ever so gently against my entrance. Then, teasing the lips apart with its big, solid mound of flesh, and pushing in, just a centimeter or two.
‘You okay?’ Mr. Cooper whispered, looking down into my eyes, with the tenderest look I’d ever seen me give.
I nodded again – all words had left me now.
He put his mouth to my ear, bit my ear lobe, ever so gently, and replied: ‘Good. Because I’m going to fuck you very, very hard now, Rose Smith.’
I felt his cock plunge, very quickly, all the way inside me. I couldn’t hold in my gasps any more. I shouted out as I felt my insides fill up with my boss’ flesh. ‘Shit!’ I yelled. ‘That feels… oh shit!’
Mr. Cooper stayed, pressed all the way up inside me for a few moments, letting my pussy muscles unclench, open out to take as much of him into me as I possibly could. Then, when he was satisfied that I was read for it, he began withdrawing from me, sliding his hungry cock back up, out of my pussy, all the way up to the entrance to my vagina again.
There’ll be more, won’t there? I thought. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? Oh fuck, please let there be more.
The tip of his cock stayed teasingly at the wet, open entrance of my vulva for a second or two, and then Mr. Cooper grabbed my breasts, kissing me hard on the lips, and pushed his cock all the way back in again.
‘Shit!’ I screamed again.
Before I knew it, this man was pumping me, hard. Filling me up with ever last millimetre of his big, hard flesh, then pulling out, teasing me, holding on until the last second possible, then plunging all the way in again. I was screaming and shouting, wrapping my legs around his back, begging him to fuck me harder and harder.
‘Green!’ I shouted, remembering our safe words. ‘Green! Green!’
Mr. Cooper knew exactly what I meant, and knelt up for a moment, taking one strong arm on each of my legs, opening them out as wide as possible, looking at my wide-open pussy with a look of insatiable longing, and then plunging himself in again. As he fucked me, he lifted my legs up, until I had one foot each side of his thick, strong neck. From this angle, it seemed, his cock could slip ever farther inside me.
‘Oh, fuck, Rose!’ he shouted, as he began pounding me as hard as he could. ‘What have you done to me, you little whore? What have you done?’
He grabbed onto my buttocks, digging his fingertips into them, hard, opening up some of the welts on my backside, and, judging by the sheer agony I was feeling as he did so, drawing blood from some of them once more.
But there was no time to focus on the pain, because Mr. Cooper’s cock was swelling up so big inside me now that I screamed. It just kept getting bigger and bigger, and then it began to throb. Mr. Cooper moaned, grabbing onto me even tighter, and then, falling on top of me, flattening me and drawing the air from my lungs, he whispered: ‘I love you, Rose.’
I realized that my eyes had been screwed tight shut since he’d started grabbing my ass and I’d been in such pain, but now, slowly, I opened them, and took in the scene. I saw the most powerful man I’d ever known, in all the world, collapsed in a heap on top of me, panting with the sheer force of the orgasm h
e’d just experienced inside me. Above him, I saw the petals of cherry blossom, in the darkening dusk outside. And all around us, I smelt the sweet scent of white jasmine, squirting out its night time scent, filling up the glasshouse with an exotic perfume. A perfume that I would always associate with the scent of my first time.
I lay back, feeling the belt pulling hard against my wrists, and smiled.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
An Ill-Thought-Out Apology
That night, for the first time, I stayed at Mr. Cooper’s house. He held onto me throughout the night, and smiled when I kissed him and called him Redmond. (I’d figured it out now, and I was allowed to call him Redmond when we weren’t ‘in scene’ or conversing at work.) He even took me shopping the next morning, to buy a new dress for work. At around ten a.m., as I was working away at my desk, I got a delivery. A dozen red roses. The card attached to them contained an address, and there was a key inside.
‘Aw, how sweet,’ said Tegan. ‘Did your boyfriend send you them to congratulate you on your shorthand exam?’
Something like that, I thought, and nodded.
‘Man, I wish my girlfriend would do something like that,’ she said dreamily.
In my morning break, while snacking on a pack of pistachios, as instructed by Redmond, I went outside to stand in the sunshine. I took a slow, confident walk around the block. I couldn’t believe how far I’d come in a month. I’d got an amazing job. A new qualification. I’d had sex! But most of all, and this was really the most important part of all, something had shifted inside of me. By allowing myself to trust Redmond Cooper, to completely surrender to him, letting him dominate and even degrade me in each of our scenes, I’d actually become more sure of myself outside of them.
I’d realized how strong I was. And that strength didn’t always have to come from shouting the loudest, wearing the most make-up, pushing my way to the front of the queue… I had found my strength, and my peace, in having the courage to submit to another. And the more that Mr. Cooper grabbed me, whipped me, and called me names, the more I trusted him, because our bonds strengthened. I knew, too, that I had the power to stop it at any time. That, although it was real, it wasn’t ‘the full story’. The full story was that he loved me. And I, deep down, knew how I felt about him too.
