“Why would you care if I masturbated?”
“Because I want control over your orgasms. I loved watching you last night, your legs tied open with one man after another licking your pussy until you couldn’t take it anymore—and then watching you as they just kept on going. It turned me on.”
Georgia felt her pulse race at the mention of last night’s “performance” at the club. It had turned her on too. But hearing Jonathan talk about it was somehow even more of a turn-on. That voice of his… She could feel her pussy getting wet and she dropped her hand between her legs without even thinking about it.
And met with cold, hard stainless steel.
“Georgia,” he said. She pressed the phone closer to her ear as if that would bring him closer to her. “Tonight, I want to whip you onstage for the gentlemen. Will you allow me the honor?”
She had never been properly whipped before. Sure, she had played a bit with past boyfriends, but none of them even owned an actual whip, and if they did they certainly didn’t know how to wield it for her sexual pleasure. But to be whipped as part of a performance—should she do it?
“Yes,” she said. “But I want you to come over right now and take this chastity belt off of me.”
Would he do it? If he did, she wondered if he’d make her go back in it. Locked up for the full week… As terrifying as the idea was, she couldn’t help but admit to herself the idea excited her. Jonathan laughed again and she nearly threw the phone across the room. It was as if he could read her mind.
“I don’t think so,” he said. “But how about this—you can come to me.”
Georgia sat up quickly. “Where are you?”
“At my apartment.” He gave her the address. “I’ll see you in an hour.”
“And then you’ll take this thing off of me, right?”
“Um, no.”
* * * * *
Georgia took the subway to the Upper West Side and double-checked Jonathan’s address before she walked through the subway exit. What does he do for a living, anyway, to afford a place in this neighborhood? His building even had a doorman. Georgia looked down at her simple sundress—the only outfit that would definitely cover up the fact she was wearing metal underwear—and sighed. She wished she could have spent the three hundred bucks she earned last night on a new wardrobe instead of bills and groceries. C’est la vie.
She got onto the elevator and almost laughed when she realized she was going up to the penthouse. Really, Mr. Jonathan Syler? Really?
The elevator opened directly into his foyer. And there he was, wearing designer jeans and a simple T-shirt that probably cost him a hundred dollars, looking devastatingly handsome and so annoying Georgia wanted to smack him.
“Nice place,” she said. She couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice.
“Thanks.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek as if she didn’t despise him. “It’s good to see you again.”
Georgia laughed. “I’m only here for one reason. Get this thing off of me before I go to the police.” That’s good, she thought. Almost sounds as if I mean it.
“Sure,” he said. “Let’s go in the bedroom, away from the windows.” She looked around at the large living room. Wow. Windows encased the entire room, offering an incredible view.
Georgia followed him, her gaze straying to the delectable ass hidden under those expensive jeans.
The bedroom had windows as well, but they were covered in drapes that hung to the plush carpet beneath her feet. There was a four-poster bed in the center of the room. Georgia looked at the bed and smiled. She could just picture all sorts of fun games they could play on a bed like that.
Focus, woman! Just get him to unlock you and get out of here. Ugh. Who was she kidding? She hadn’t been this turned-on since…well, ever.
Jonathan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He dipped his head to her neck. Goose bumps covered her flesh as he licked her skin there for just a second before planting a little kiss under her earlobe.
“Jonathan,” she said, trying to scold him. He turned her around in his arms and kissed her lips, effectively silencing her. He tasted good—like toothpaste and an underlying taste of man. A bit salty.
She surprised herself by opening her lips to him, letting his tongue invade her mouth and then kissing him back with a ferocity that had her wondering just why she was so angry with him to begin with. She felt a tingle in her pussy as his hand caressed her breast over the thin cotton sundress she wore and she pressed her mound to his thigh, expecting to feel delicious pressure and instead felt…nothing. The metal chastity belt was keeping her from contact.
“Get this thing off of me,” she growled, dipping her tongue into his mouth, fully expecting him to unlock her immediately so that they could consummate their time together.
She pulled the cotton sundress over her shoulders and tossed it into a heap on the carpet and stood before him, naked except for the chastity belt. She thrust a hip in his direction, the unspoken plea on her lips. Unlock me, unlock me.
Jonathan pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor as well. She ran her fingers down his well-muscled chest. A scattering of dark crinkly hairs led a trail down below his belt and she let her fingers linger there, caressing the hair. He put his hand on her breast then, cupping it carefully before bringing his thumb up to her nipple, flicking it into hard erection.
With her nipples tight and sticking out like little pencil erasers, he brought his hot mouth down over one and nibbled it continuously until she was moaning with desire. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he twisted her other nipple, pulling and playing with her until she wanted nothing more than to get as close to him as physically possible. She wanted to ride him. She wanted to be ridden.
“Fuck me, Jonathan, please, please,” she moaned as he continued to tease her nipples, stringing a bright invisible line of pleasure directly between her breasts and her clit. He was like a musician, plucking and plucking that string for all it was worth.
“No,” he breathed, dipping his head to her breast and licking her once more. “No.”
She cried out in frustration and pushed his face away from her trembling body. “Damn it, Jonathan! Unlock me so we can finish what you started!”
He just smiled and shook his head. “You don’t really want me to unlock you, now do you.”
It wasn’t a question—but Georgia knew the answer must be written all over her face. As much as she wanted him and wanted out of the chastity belt, she’d be disappointed if he really did let her go so easily. She had told him if he locked her up, she’d be his. And now she was.
“Tonight, Sweet Georgia. I’ll unlock you tonight, at the club.”
“Do you promise?”
Jonathan came up to her and held her chin, forcing her to look directly into his chocolate-colored eyes. “You must promise me something. If I unlock you, will you let me whip your pretty little pussy?”
Georgia nodded. She’d never had her pussy whipped before, but she had always liked the sound of it. It sounded dark and fun and erotic. She’d never trusted any of her previous boyfriends to know what they were doing enough to let them come near her most sensitive area with anything so potentially damaging as a whip. But Jonathan…Jonathan obviously knew what he was doing. She trusted him, although heaven knew why she did.
“I’m getting hard right now,” he murmured, “just thinking of your legs tied open, taking my whip on your little clit with the entire Gentlemen’s Club in attendance to see the beautiful woman I’ve chosen to wear my chastity belt.”
Georgia swallowed hard at the idea of doing something so personal and intimate and potentially frightening onstage in front of an audience. But even an offer to fuck him right then and there wasn’t getting him to unlock her chastity belt. Agreeing to this performance might just be the only way to ensure he’d unlock her, even if just for a short time.
Well, that—and there was the fact that she was completely intrigued
by the whole notion.
“Okay,” Georgia agreed. “I’ll do it. Will it hurt?”
Jonathan took her hand in his and rested it on the bulging cock trapped beneath his jeans. “Yes,” he said.
Georgia laughed and unzipped his jeans slowly, asking with her eyes if she could play with him.
“Yes,” he answered the unspoken question.
She tugged his jeans down his hips and his cock practically sprang out, lying thick and hard in her hand, the head almost purple it was so hard. The tip glistened with a pearl of pre-cum. Licking her lips, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, imploring him with her eyes, May I?
“Oh Georgia,” he groaned. She parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth, swallowing the length of him, wrapping her palm around the base, weighing his heavy testicles in her hand and feeling the vulnerability of him there. She literally had him by the balls. She flicked her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, loving the feel of it twitching in her mouth as he stood above her.
She caressed his balls firmly, letting one finger stray to the little area between his asshole and his balls and pressed lightly, tapping the taint a bit as he groaned in satisfaction.
Suddenly she pulled her mouth off him. “Unlock the belt,” she commanded.
Jonathan looked down at her in surprise and grabbed her hair. “I told you already what will happen. Tonight before I whip your pussy I’ll unlock you, but not a moment before.”
“Then I won’t finish you off,” she threatened with a smile.
Jonathan smiled but it looked more like a threat—or a promise. “Open your mouth,” he said in a low, commanding voice.
Georgia demurred, shaking her head with her lips tightly pursed. Jonathan sighed, reached his hand down and held her nostrils shut with his fingers.
“Hey—” Georgia sputtered in surprise.
Jonathan grinned down at her. “Now that your mouth is open, would you kindly continue?”
Georgia couldn’t help but laugh. The man has balls, that’s for sure. She nodded, making his fingers slip off her nose, and proffered her mouth to his length.
“Thank god,” he said as he thrust his cock back into her mouth, holding her by her hair, taking control of her head as he moved her physically up and down his length. Georgia would have bitten him if she weren’t so desperate to taste his semen down the back of her throat. She couldn’t help it…once she got started tasting a cock that yummy she just had to see it through to the end. But how could he possibly have known that?
He came then, a hot jet pouring down her throat. “Swallow me,” he said. She did, relishing the feel of him in her mouth, bruising her lips with his thrusts. When he finally let her hair go she practically fell back onto the carpet.
He looked down at her and offered one well-muscled arm to help her stand. “The next time you pull a stunt like that, your punishment will be much worse than that,” he informed her.
Georgia felt herself get wet again but she refused to think about it. It wasn’t fair, him getting to come while she was denied her release.
“Please, please make me come,” she begged.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he said. He picked her sundress off the floor and dressed her as if she were a doll. “Vincent pays well for girls to get pussy-whipped.”
Georgia was already walking back to the front foyer when he said that. She turned around in surprise. “You mean I’m going to get paid again?”
Jonathan laughed. “Not for this. But for tonight, yes, of course. You’ll be putting on a show. Just show up a bit early and hammer out the details with Vincent and Mary Ann.”
Georgia smiled, her mood perking up instantly. She was going to make money doing something that she would happily have done for free. Hell, she’d probably have paid for the experience, if she could have afforded it. And Jonathan was sticking to his guns, despite her demands to be freed—which made her desire him even more. Things were certainly looking up.
Chapter Three
Later that night, Casey and Georgia stood with Vincent and Mary Ann in their back office. Mary Ann had been suitably shocked and dismayed Jonathan Syler had put a chastity belt on Georgia and was refusing to remove it, but when she realized he would be taking it off that evening she looked relieved.
“I hope you had a talk with him, Vincent,” Mary Ann said.
“Not exactly. Don’t worry about it, Mary Ann,” he said, laughing. “It’s all in good fun, right, Georgia?”
Seeing as how he was paying her salary that evening, Georgia figured it wouldn’t help to express her annoyance. Especially since the worst thing about wearing the darn thing was that she couldn’t make herself come when she wanted to, which, after that stunt Jonathan pulled that afternoon at his penthouse, was making her very uncomfortable. Her pussy was swollen with unrequited need.
“Okay, here’s the plan, Georgia. A couple minutes of stripping, and then you are going to be the one who ties up Miss Casey here for her spanking, which we will pay you twenty dollars to administer and Casey will get eighty dollars to take.” Casey grinned and squeezed Georgia’s hand. Georgia blinked. She was going to spank her friend? Weird.
“Then,” Vincent continued, “Casey will tie you up and hand you over to Mr. Jonathan Syler, who has requested the opportunity to be the first man to spank your pussy. You’ll get one fifty for a few pussy slaps, and then you will stay tied open while the gentlemen pay their respects and give you tips for a job well done.”
“One fifty?” Georgia asked.
“One hundred and fifty dollars—that’s what we usually pay for a pussy spanking,” Mary Ann said. “Don’t worry, Mr. Syler knows what he’s doing. He’s studied with the best of them and he certainly has perfected his technique on the girls here in the past.”
Why was Georgia suddenly feeling a little jealous of the girls Jonathan played with in the past? He could do whatever he wanted. What did she care?
“Oh hey,” she said, “Jonathan mentioned he wanted to whip me. And whip my pussy.”
Mary Ann raised her eyebrows. “Darling, I don’t want you to overexert yourself. Are you sure you’re up for it? Because if you’re not, that’s all right too.”
Casey looked at her. “I could take the whipping instead, if you want. You know I love me some extra cash.”
“Um, no thanks, Case,” Georgia said. “I’m up for it.”
“Okay then, you’ll get an extra hundred added to your payment,” Vincent said, jotting down a note on his pad.
Sweet.
Casey took Georgia’s hand and started pulling her toward the stage. “Come on, I have to show you how to spank me,” she said.
Georgia started to follow her but stopped short when she saw Jonathan already sitting on the stage. He looked even more handsome than she remembered from that afternoon. How did he do that—get more good-looking every time she looked at him?
He glanced over at her and Casey and stood. “Hi there,” he said. “I thought you might like me to take off the chastity belt.”
Georgia’s mouth dropped open. She was expecting to have to fight with him about it—to threaten him, even. She nodded, hell yes she wanted the chastity belt off. So why was she just a bit disappointed? But it wasn’t as if she was going to remind him that he told her he’d keep her locked up for a week. No way.
He smiled politely and ignored Casey, who was standing next to her and looking at him with interest. Jonathan dropped to his knees in front of Georgia and slid his hands up under her skirt.
“Hold your skirt up,” he said.
Georgia did as she was told. She didn’t care what Casey thought. They’d seen each other naked too many times while sharing clothing and whatnot for her to feel embarrassed in front of her friend.
Jonathan pulled the key out of his pocket and carefully unlocked the lock at the top of the chastity belt. The belt opened and Georgia could feel herself breathing a sigh of relief as the leather-lined stainless steel contrap
tion fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Thank you,” she said as she started to drop her skirt, but Jonathan stayed her hand with his.
“Not so fast,” he murmured. He lifted her skirt back up and carefully touched and looked at her skin, checking every area the chastity belt had come into contact with. “No red marks, no abrasions. Good. You may go use the bathroom and clean up a bit, but I don’t want you to masturbate. Do you agree?”
Georgia rolled her eyes. It wasn’t his right to say whether or not she could masturbate. And after all the teasing he’d done that afternoon, if she didn’t come soon she’d explode. She walked off to the bathroom without answering Jonathan.
She could hear Casey laughing behind her. “You are gonna be so sorry, Georgie!” Georgia turned her head and looked at Casey but pointedly ignored Jonathan. She shrugged and kept walking.
In the bathroom Georgia used the facilities and then cleansed herself carefully, giving herself what Casey endearingly called “a whore’s bath”—using the sink to wash just her armpits and her privates. She leaned up against the tile wall and thought about Jonathan, teasing her so mercilessly that afternoon. Reaching down, she tapped her clit, remembering how much he had turned her on. The fact that he didn’t want her to masturbate was just fuel for the fire. She rubbed harder, desperate for the release that had been forcibly denied her ever since that bastard had put the chastity belt on her. She came hard, not even bothering to stifle her cries. Finally satisfied, she washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.
“I see you didn’t listen to me,” Jonathan said.
He had been standing right there this whole time? Georgia blushed.
“I tried to warn you.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, annoyed and more than a little embarrassed at having been caught.
“Pussy-whipping hurts more when you’ve just come because your clit is swollen. There’s more blood flow to the area. So you’ve just turned your experience from a little ouch to a positively masochistic ouch.” Jonathan laughed and walked back toward the stage. Georgia really disliked that man. It would be very helpful if he weren’t so damn good-looking.
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