by Haze, Riley
In other words, perfect. Exactly what I was looking for.
“So are we gonna get this party started or what?” she says, looking right at me without any hint of embarrassment.
“You know what you’re getting into, right?”
“Yeah, you hired me to push me around and make yourself feel like a big man. But you don’t want it to be too easy.”
“And you’re game for that?”
“I’m game for whatever you’ve got,” she says.
“Are you sure?” I say. “It’s going to get a bit rough.”
She scoffs and glares at me sideways. “From you? I doubt it. You’re a pathetic little businessman and I do this sort of thing for a living. You won’t even be able to make me uncomfortable.”
“Is that what I look like to you?” I ask her as I undo my belt. “A middle management loser who has to hire women to get laid?”
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” she says.
I slip my belt off and fold it over and slap it on the palm of my hand while I talk. “So if I were to tell you that I own my own business and I’m worth a few million on a bad day and I hire women because I don’t like dealing with the emotions of a traditional relationship, what would you say to that?”
“I’d probably say you were full of shit.” There’s no fear in her eyes, just faux disdain poorly masking a deep undercurrent of excitement.
“Is that right?” I say as I loop the belt around her neck.
“That’s right,” she says, still maintaining her look of defiance.
I run the belt through the buckle and tighten it around her neck. Not so tight that she can’t breathe but not loosely either.
“Then I guess I’ll just let you go on believing what you want. After all, I don’t give a fuck what you think of me.” I raise my hand holding the belt so it digs into her skin. She has to lift her chin to keep from choking. “As long as you do what you’re told.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll punish you.”
“What if I like to be punished?”
“Then I guess we’ll both be having fun,” I say, raising my hand higher.
This time, no amount of chin lifting will keep her from choking. I’m simply too tall and have too much leverage over her.
“Are you going to do what I tell you?” I ask.
She nods as much as her situation will allow.
“I want to hear it.”
“I’ll do what you tell me,” she manages to say.
“We’ll see about that,” I say, lowering my hand, loosening the pinch of the belt and allowing her to breathe. She does so in gasping breaths.
I reach out with my free hand and undo the zipper on her leather jacket. I have no intention of having her take it off, I just want easy access to her tits. Nevertheless, she starts to wiggle out of it.
I smack her in the face. Not very hard, just enough to get her attention. She looks at me with wide eyes that appear to be a combination of startled and angry. It’s hard to know for sure if she’s acting or not, but it doesn’t really matter. She knew what she was getting into. Nothing I do from here on in should surprise her too greatly.
“Did I tell you to take your jacket off?” I say.
She shakes her head. Her lip is quivering slightly but her eyes are defiant.
“Then why did you start to do it?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just thought—”
“I’m not paying you to think,” I say. “I’m paying you to do what I tell you, nothing more. Got it?”
She nods.
“What?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes sir.”
“That’s better,” I say.
My tone reflects disappointment but in reality I’m anything but. She’s acting exactly as I’d hoped she would. Defiant yet submissive at the same time. I’m not sure if she’s doing it on purpose or not but it’s definitely working for me. My cock is rock hard and pressing against the material of my pants.
I reach inside her jacket and fondle one of her tits. With her jacket on I hadn’t been able to get a good look. It’s not that big that’s all right; it’s perky as hell and perfectly proportioned. Which is good enough for me.
I grope her for a few seconds but don’t get much of an outward reaction. So I move my fingers to her nipple. I rub it between my fingertips to harden it up then give it a good hardy pinch.
She bites her bottom lip but doesn’t make a sound.
“Does that hurt?” I ask, my fingers still clamped on her nipple.
“A little.”
“Just a little?”
She nods.
I squeeze harder, twisting my hand while I do so.
She gasps and glares at me.
“What about that?” I say. “Does that hurt?”
She nods.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
She nods again.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
She nods for the third time.
So I do, pinching and twisting her nipple even more aggressively this time.
Her legs start to buckle and she makes a low moaning sound.
I release her nipple and move my hand over to the other one. I give it the same treatment and she reacts similarly. So far, so good.
“Turn around,” I say.
She does as she’s told.
I spin the belt so the buckle is pressing against the back of her neck and my hand holding it is behind her head.
I step closer to her, so my chest is touching her back and my head is right behind hers. With my free hand I reach down and undo the top button on her leather jeans. She’s not wearing any panties. I slip my hand inside her jeans and slide a couple of fingers between her legs and start rubbing the outside of her shaved pussy.
“Do you like that?” I whisper into her ear.
She nods.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir,” she says.
I slip two fingers inside her and start finger-fucking her.
“What about that?” I whisper. “Do you like that too?”
“Yes, sir.”
I pull on the belt with my other hand, tightening it, choking her as I’m fingering her.
“How about now?” I ask.
She nods.
“Say it.”
“Yes, sir,” she manages to croak out. Her face is quickly turning red.
I start fingering her more aggressively, causing her to search more deeply for the air that isn’t reaching her lungs.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask her.
She shakes her head.
“What?”
“No,” she says. Her breath is barely a whisper.
“No what?”
“No, sir.”
By now, I can’t really even hear her. It’s more like lip-reading. But she’s a trooper, that much is for sure. She doesn’t want to look like she’s tapping out.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
She nods, not even bothering trying to talk anymore.
Her lips are slightly open and her eyelids are starting to flutter. Her chest is heaving with effort as I continue to finger her, overloading her senses with pure enjoyment while she suffers through not being able to breathe. A paradox that some people spend their lives searching for.
It isn’t until her head starts to slump to the side that I release my hold on her, relaxing the hold the belt has on her throat at the same time I slip my fingers from her pussy. Taking away the pleasure and the pain at the same time.
She takes a couple of deep, shuddering breaths and the color rushes back to her face. She turns her head towards me, glaring at me with a look that is part anger part excitement.
I reach up with my hand that was just inside her pussy and slip my still-wet fingers into her mouth. I jam them down her throat, causing her to gag. I fuck her mouth with my
fingers for a few pumps then give her cheek a little smack.
Her glare turns harsher.
“You didn’t like that did you?”
She just looks at me, not sure how to answer, or if she even should.
“It’s okay,” I say. “You can tell me the truth.”
“No,” she says.
I smack her again, harder this time.
Her eyes narrow.
“What about that time? Did you like it?”
“Yes, sir,” she says but her tone suggests otherwise.
“That’s better,” I say, gripping her chin and turning her head back so it’s facing forward. I slip the belt off her neck and drop it to the floor. Then I grab a handful of her hair and walk her over to the full-sized mirror fixed against the wall on the far side of the room.
I spin her around so she’s facing the mirror and then press her body up against it. Now I can see her face while I fuck with her. And not only that but I can watch myself watching her. I’ve always been visual and this set-up helps greatly in that regard.
The first thing I do is pull her jacket off her chest, finally exposing her tits and flat, tan stomach. But I don’t pull the jacket all the way off. Instead I trap her arms inside the arms of the jacket then yank them backwards and give the jacket a little twist, essentially handcuffing her arms behind her back and giving me complete control of both her arms with just one of my hands.
Holding her arms behind her with one hand, I give her tit a smack with the other, slapping down on it with some real force. The sound fills the room like a gunshot. She flinches and lets out a little shriek. I slap the other. Again she shrieks and flinches. I smack them again, first one, then the other. And again. And again, until both her tits are red.
She’s breathing hard by this point. I don’t know if it’s from excitement or pain or both. And to be honest I don’t really care. I’m having too fun. A point which is being hammered home by my cock, which is pressing so hard against my pants that it feels like I’m going to poke a hole clean through them.
I decide it’s time to give my cock a little taste. Not the full course; more like an appetizer. So I run my hand down the exposed center of her body until I’ve got ahold of her jeans. I slip them down to her thighs, revealing her tight little ass to me but not giving her legs any freedom of movement.
Still holding her arms behind her, I unzip my pants with my other hand and slip my rock-hard cock out through the gap. Then I grab ahold of my cock and smack it against her ass a couple of times.
My plan is to fuck her from behind while she’s standing facing the mirror but I quickly realize it’s not going to work. She’s simply too short for me to get my cock inside her pussy with both of us standing. So I go with plan B.
“Turn around and get on your knees,” I say, putting my hand on her shoulder and giving it a little downward nudge.
She glares at me in the mirror and shrugs my hand off her shoulder but spins and drops down into position on her own without any audible protest. Her arms are still trapped behind her back by the jacket, leaving her pretty much at my mercy.
“Is this what you want?” she says.
I nod.
“Say it,” she says, her mouth turned up in a little smirk.
I chuckle under my breath. “Still a little feisty, I see.”
“That’s the kind of girl you paid for, right? One that’s not just going to let you walk all over her without at least pretending to fight back.”
“It is indeed,” I say. And it is. My cock is as stiff enough to pound nails.
“You’re pathetic,” she says. “You know that, right? I mean, what have you done to me so far? Nothing, really. Throw me around the room, boss me around, slap me around a bit, that’s about it. Certainly nothing sexual, not really. And look at you. You’re hard as fuck. You’ll probably blow your load before you even get your cock in my mouth.”
“Let’s find out,” I say. “Open up.”
She forms an O with her mouth. Her red lipstick is beckoning me, begging for my cock. So I give it to her, slamming it into her mouth, pushing it all the way in, balls deep, until the tip of my cock is tickling her throat and her nose is pressing up against my stomach.
My hands are on the back of her head, holding her in place, but she doesn’t even try to pull away. She just stays there, deepthroating me as if it’s nothing, not even gagging or coughing for a full six seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, daring me, taunting me, trying to make me be the one that breaks the hold.
At right about ten seconds I realize she’s going to be right. Sure, I got my cock in her mouth before blowing my load, but if I don’t pull out now I’m going to bust my nut down her throat after barely having got my cock inside one of her holes.
So I pull off before it’s too late, backing away quickly, sliding my cock out of her mouth.
She coughs and takes a moment to catch her breath, then shoots me a knowing little grin. “What was that, ten seconds and you were ready to cum? Just like I said. Pathetic old man.”
“We’ll see about that,” I say, an evil smile lighting up my face. “Open up.”
“You want to try again, huh? Be my guest.”
She opens her mouth and stares up at me, daring me.
I know from experience that hammering a girls mouth with my cock lessens the sensation, allowing me to go on for far longer than before without any danger of cumming. With this in mind, I again grab ahold of her hair and stick my cock in her mouth. But this time, instead of forcing her to immediately deep throat me, I start aggressively pumping her open mouth, slamming my cock in and out of it, giving her the entire shaft, from tip of my head to base of my balls.
At first she takes it like a champ, without so much as a flinch or a sound, but as the unrelenting face-fucking continues, not allowing her even a moment of respite, she starts to lose her cool.
It starts with a gag about fifteen seconds in, then another deeper one shortly after that. Tears start leaking out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth and down her chin, some of it ending up on the carpet and some of it on her chest, which is heaving. Guttural choking sounds are coming from her throat. Her eyes are wide, not panicked but definitely stressed. Her arms are straining against the jacket, which is still holding them in place behind her back.
I slam my cock into her mouth one last time and hold it in her throat for a few seconds. A deep gagging, nearly choking sound escapes from her throat and her entire body shudders.
I hold her head in place for another couple of seconds before finally pulling my cock out her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe.
“You’re not talking any shit now, are you?” I say as she catches her breath in deep, gasping lurches. Once she recovers I yank back on her hair, pulling her head back, turning her face to the ceiling. “How pathetic am I now? Huh?”
“Not as pathetic,” she says. “But I’m still not impressed.”
I can’t help but laugh. The attitude she’s throwing around is absolutely perfect. I’m starting to love this chick.
“Well, let’s see if we can go about impressing you,” I say. “Turn around. Face the mirror.”
She does as she’s told. I release her arms from the jacket.
“Hands and knees,” I say.
She drops down. Her back is arched, ass sticking up in the air, shoulder blades visible against her back. Her legs are pressed together, still trapped by the jeans around her thighs.
I drop to my knees and sidle up to her. My legs are just outside hers and my cock is lying on top of her tight little ass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and settle my cock in between them then press her cheeks back together, trapping my cock in the crack of her ass.
Holding her cheeks together with my hands, I dry-fuck the crack of her ass for a bit, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bounce back and forth against her.
After a few pumps I release her ass cheeks, freeing my cock, then guide it toward
s her pussy. Because of the jeans still trapping her legs together, it takes a bit of negotiating to get the angle right but once the tip is inside it slides right in.
She moans as my cock enters her. But she quickly cuts off the sound, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of knowing she’s enjoying it, which just turns me on even further. It’s like she can read my mind.
I start off slowly, giving her my whole cock in controlled thrusts, looking down at her ass, watching my cock as it moves in and out of her pussy. It’s glistening with her juices; her pussy is tight but she’s so wet it doesn’t matter at all.
I gradually begin to pick up steam, still giving her my entire cock with every pump but moving faster against her. It isn’t long before our bodies are slamming together, my hips bouncing off her ass at the bottom of every thrust, my balls slapping up against the underside of her belly as my cock bottoms out against her pussy.
Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth, biting down on her groans so as to stifle any sounds of enjoyment trying to escape her lips, pretending like I’m not affecting her at all. Seeing this, I begin to pummel her even more aggressively, using her hips for leverage, giving her everything I have. Her entire body moves a couple inches forward every time we come together.
I catch her gaze in the mirror. “Impressed yet?” I ask without slowing down one bit.
“Not so much,” she says between thrusts. She’s still not giving me the satisfaction of making any of the noises that normally come with a good fucking but I can see in her eyes that she’s not going to be able to hold out for long. Especially if I ramp things up even further.
I give her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinches but holds her squeal inside. I smack it again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slap it again. And again. And again until it’s bright red. Tears are running down her eyes but still she makes no sounds, neither of delight nor pain. She’s quite the trooper.
I relax for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I need to recover. The little break allows her the same opportunity.
“Is that all you got?” she says after catching her breath. Her tone is sarcastic but the look on her face paints a different story. She’s enjoying herself immensely.
