Derision

by Trisha Wolfe

  “So even though you don’t fuck, Alexis, you’re prepared.” That doesn’t surprise me about her.

  “God,” she says, the embarrassment heavy in her tone. “It’s not…yes,” she amends quickly. “I’m prepared—”

  She breaks off at the feel of my fingers plunging deeper, and I grit my teeth, loving the shiver she gifts me. “Regardless why, it serves a purpose for me now. I’ll put it to good use when I fill your cunt.”

  She cringes at the crude word.

  “If you’re so very mortified at the thought of your colleagues, why did you put in for the position?” I ask, changing the subject before she can withdrawal into herself. “How is a woman whose shame of her own body and sexuality, which results in a depraved fucking every few years, going to command a team of paralegals? Tell me, Alexis. I want to know how you—a timid little creature—feels she can head up a whole department?”

  Her soft pants verge on the brink of a sob—but I know better. As some steel themselves against scorn, shielding themselves and becoming impenetrable, she feeds off it. She needs it in order to relinquish control. And when she lowers those walls, I’m going to give her the pleasure she’s been denying herself.

  At her refusal to answer, I rub my soaked finger over her puckered asshole, and she sucks in a quick breath. “Are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to withhold your pleasure even longer?”

  A whimper sounds out, and I know she’s desperate to come. I apply pressure to her entrance, slowly opening her up. Fuck. My eyes clench shut at the feel of how tight she is; that virgin hole, welcoming me inside. She’s lucky she hasn’t earned a punishment…yet. The thought of taking her ass has my cock rock-hard and throbbing.

  As I ease a finger inside her channel, she constricts around me, pushing in the opposite direction. “Relax,” I coax as I push in a bit farther. “You remember the safe word?”

  She nods, and I smile, knowing how badly she desires this. “I have to know who you are if we’re going to develop a relationship. That’s why I want the answers from you.” I pull out a little only to push in deeper. Her hands grip the desk, but she’s welcoming me in by doing just as instructed. I can feel her physically relaxing against me, and I help her along by rubbing her clit.

  “I can do the job. Maybe not as well at first…but I’m dedicated,” she says. She trembles as I increase the pressure, driving in deeper, speeding the stimulation to her clit. “But it’s more than ambition. I need the money.”

  Her confession stabs my chest with a sobering pain. I don’t stop, though. She’s come this far and deserves her reward. “Explain,” I command.

  “My brother. I need it for my brother.”

  That’s as much as she’ll admit. I can hear the strain in her voice; I’m pushing her too far, too fast. This is a process best practiced over the course of time. She’s so compliant, however, I have to remind myself not to mistake her submissiveness for weakness.

  She’s every bit as strong and commanding as me. She simply hasn’t realized her power.

  “And so that’s why you’re really here, then. Taking an ass fucking from me.” The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. “For money.”

  Her tiny sob spears me as she shakes her head. “No – I’m not a whore.” She lifts her head higher despite her position. “If I’m promoted, I’ll do the job. I have to.”

  A small smile twists my mouth. “Then you’re just a dirty, filthy girl who craves this—who needs to have her desires forced on her. You’re too ashamed to ask for what you need.”

  Her response doesn’t come quickly enough, and I press hard against her clit. She moans out her reply. “Yes.”

  God. What a beautiful creature. My willful temptress. I circle her clit, increasing my thrusts. Her legs quiver, her stifled moan a livewire to my cock.

  She’s close, and when she soaks my hand, I bite out a curse. I lower myself near her ear. “Why didn’t you tell me you rain, Alexis? Your sweet little cunt just rained all over my hand.”

  Her head shakes, denying my claim. And this excites me; discovering something she doesn’t even know her body is capable of. Just the thought of her sweet pussy drenching my cock has me biting my lip and nearly drawing blood.

  I can feel her there…so close to coming. I stop my movements, earning a desperate whimper as her whole body clenches from my denial.

  “Stand up,” I order.

  After being in her bent-over position, being denied her orgasm over and over, her body visibly aches as she shakily pushes up to stand.

  I cup the nape of her neck, spearing my fingers into her hair and angling her gaze on me. “Kick off your shoes.” As she does, lowering herself before me, she’s in an even more submissive stance. “Don’t move.”

  As I walk around her, I undo my tie. Yanking it free from my collar, I band the ends around my hands, stretching out the silk as I raise it over her head. “You’re not to remove this. At any point.”

  Her heavy breaths tease me, her chest rising with each desperate inhale. I pull the ends, fastening the blindfold securely. Then I clamp my anxious hands to her shoulders and guide her toward the floor. “Kneel. Ass to your heels.”

  Once she’s in position, a pure vision in the middle of my dark office, I take off my shirt. Tossing it to the desk, I walk around her, admiring my coveted possession. Alexis must be handled delicately but firmly.

  “Spread your knees apart,” I say, wrapping my hand around my cock. “Wide as you can, until your pussy nearly touches the floor.” As she transitions, plainly struggling to obey my command to my pleasing, I move close so she can sense my presence.

  Her body trembles at my nearness, and I increase my strokes, rubbing her scent up and down my shaft. “I’m going to give you what you need, Alexis. I’m going to fuck you—slow and tenderly, fast and hard, over and over—until you’re so beautifully spent, you’ll be desperate to be my whore.” She flinches at my harsh tone.

  With a timid raise of her hand, she begs a question. I smile down at her. Truly so rare a find. My cock hardens at the thought of how I’m going to break her. And how she’ll love me for it.

  “You want to ask something? Ask,” I give her permission.

  She lowers her hand to her thigh. “You can have anyone—” she breaks off. Then: “What do you need from me?”

  I inhale a deep breath. Placing my fingers beneath her chin, I tilt her mouth up to me. “Your complete submission.”

  I knew early on that a normal relationship, what the world considers healthy, didn’t suit me. When you’re sixteen and telling your girlfriend she’s put on weight just to see the defeated look in her eyes as you demand she sit on your face… Well, you know right away you’re not normal.

  It’s an ugly truth, the realm where I reside. There’s no Prince Charming here. I’m aroused by a woman’s humility. I need to debase them, make them just as desperate as I am to feel the relief that comes from granting their control to me. It’s not a preference. It’s not even a fetish. I have to dominate every other aspect of my life—my career, my connections, myself—it’s only natural, then, that I’d also only be satisfied with a truly submissive counterpart.

  The irony is this: I’ve never taken a submissive.

  I’ve had slaves, whores, plenty of cunts to demean. Being a member of The Firm fed my cravings and sustained my hunger so I never had to bother with the laborious task of training a sub.

  I don’t care to keep any of them around longer than their purpose negates.

  And there’s plenty of turnover in The Firm to keep me satisfied. I adhere strictly to my rules. I keep my personal preferences outside of my professional life. While my partners take pleasure in grooming their subs from the inside—Lark and Gannet being the perfect playground for their amusements—I actively seek the less complicated route.

  Until Alexis Wilde, my temptress, breezed into my conference room. She stole my power, my will, and has been flaunting her triumph ever since. It’s time she learns wh
o her Master is.

  “Open your mouth, temptress.”

  First, like the fucking tease she is, she licks her lips, effectively luring me until I’m forced to shove my cock against her mouth. She reels from the force of it, but I grab the top of her head and direct her to take me.

  The slip of her tongue along my shaft, her hot mouth, wet and inviting, consumes my senses. I’m relieved she can’t see just how much she affects me.

  “Memorize my taste,” I say, pushing farther inside, guiding her mouth to accept me fully. “Memorize your taste on me. From here on out, you should always know exactly whose cock you’re sucking. Your scent will be the only one clinging to me. And as per my rules, as you’ve given me permission to own you, no other man is to touch you unless I command otherwise. You now belong to me, and only me.”

  I fist my hand in her hair as she gags the deeper I thrust. She takes me expertly, her tongue my new obsession.

  “You obey me, and I gratify you for your obedience. But any displeasure will result in punishment.” In the art of full disclosure, I give her a direct answer to why I’ve chosen her. “I’m your Master. I’m your Dominant. And now, Alexis, you’re my submissive.”

  5

  Where is My Mind

  Alexis

  The gravity of my very extreme, very precarious situation doesn’t register past the almost dreamlike quality of my surroundings until Chase’s manhood hits the back of my throat.

  My eyes spring open against the dark.

  I’m blindfolded. With his silk tie. On my knees. Naked—all but my stockings.

  He means to degrade me. He intends to make me his possession. I am shaking—but not from fear. I have never, ever been this aroused by a man before. I’m so desperate to feel this elusive pleasure he’s promised that I’ve willingly submitted to him without clearly knowing the guidelines, or what he intends as punishment.

  Another in my position might detest this uncertainty. Might fear his cruelty. Might feel indignant over the prospect of being owned.

  But I know the difference. I know that when a person wishes to cause you suffering or pain—when they crave to strip you of your power—they don’t ask permission first.

  They take.

  Chase isn’t taking anything I’m unwilling to give. He’s offering me a choice, a release—something I’ve yearned for, but have been unable to voice. Even if I could, I’m not sure it would’ve mattered, as no one truly listens. I was screaming into a void, my pleas going unheard. Unanswered.

  He heard me.

  For that, I have given this man permission to own me—my body, my mind. If there’s anything to fear, it’s whether or not I can stop myself from giving him more. That once I give all of myself over, I’ll be lost to him.

  And I’ll never want to be found again.

  I’ve never been in the presence of anyone who knows exactly what they want and need, and knows just how to obtain it.

  Chase has that power.

  That’s the pull, the attraction. More than his physical beauty, which is an alluring aspect all of its own, it’s the appeal of giving over my doubt, my insecurity, to someone who can take control.

  The loss of struggle and worry over my own existence liberates me to feel other things. Buried and ignored until this moment. I suppressed my own desires far below my conscience, and now they’re surfacing, rising at an alarming speed that almost frightens me.

  He didn’t unlock the door; he tore it from the hinges.

  This thought has me clinging to him. Taking his cock deeper into my mouth, craving the touch of his sure hands as he tightens his grip in my hair. Shivers race over my skin, tingling and sending a rush of adrenaline to my head. I’m almost woozy, as if I’m drunk on him.

  Then, without warning, he pulls away, leaving me panting and aching. Worrying that I’ve done something wrong. This is a constant state of stress for me. The agonizing over having made some mistake that I’m unaware of—

  “I’m not coming in your mouth,” he says, dousing the flames of my mind before they consume me. “Your mouth is so perfect, I’m going to enjoy filling it – but I’m going to fuck you first,” he says, a hint of promise in his deep voice that makes me quiver with anticipation “However, there’s the matter of trust to discuss before we go further. This won’t work at all without trust, Alexis. I need your compliance and trust as much as I need your body.”

  That word: trust. Just hearing it tenses my insides, leaving a gaping emptiness where I was just—moments ago—sure I wouldn’t suffer that isolation with him.

  “Trust doesn’t come easily for me,” I answer honestly. Speaking to him blindfolded alleviates the apprehension of seeing judgment in his eyes. It was difficult enough to admit I needed help for my brother. I don’t let others in easily, either. Especially to witness what causes me pain.

  You believe you can trust someone with your secrets…until the moment they turn them against you. Use them to their own advantage. This is the truth as I know it. And despite my attraction to Chase, my yearning to disappear in his world that promises escape, the risk is far too great.

  The feel of his strength closes in around me, his masculine scent invading my space as his arms enfold me. This tender touch is so acutely altered from his commanding nature, I stiffen against him. My body corded as tightly as his muscular arms enveloping me.

  “Then pleasure first,” he says, his words a whisper-soft touch along my shoulder. “And trust will come. My wish is not to abuse you, Alexis. Understand that much. Breaking you of your confines and exposing you to desire you can’t comprehend just yet is my aim. And in doing so, yes, I’ll take pleasure. I’ll take tremendous pleasure in owning you.”

  He runs his lips along my neck, his hot breath urging my chest to arch as he cups my breast, tenderly caressing and then twisting my nipple with a hard pull. His teeth nip at my skin, tiny bites that send a current of heat rushing through me.

  “I want to trust you.” The breathy admission falls from my lips. It’s as much a confession, a surrendering of will, as it is a revelation.

  He roams lower, his callused palms gaining friction over my skin, until he reaches my center. My body jerks at the sensation of his fingers seeking inside, the sudden jolt to my sensitive clit electrifying. My thighs ache to close, to wrap around him, but my position prevents me from doing so.

  “There’s my greedy cunt,” he says against my ear. The ache deepens at the feel of his erection gouging into my thigh.

  My shoulders roll back, curving my body toward his expert touch, as his other hand takes me from behind. He fills me then, and my muscles clench, my spread thighs triggering my walls to tighten as his thumb begins to circle my clit.

  “Oh, god,” I breathe, unable to restrain the flurry of erotic sensations swimming over me. My head tosses back, and as he goes deeper, urging my body to give over to the pleasure, desire webs like liquid fire across my skin.

  “That’s it, temptress. Let that greedy cunt milk my fingers.” He speeds his pace, encouraging my body to do just as he commands. I moan as a wave of arousal assaults me; the need for release so intense it’s painful. My body trembles against his arms.

  His mouth surrounds my nipple, setting off a piercing sensation that travels to my core. And as his teeth tease the delicate skin, I lose all willpower to hold this pose on my own.

  He releases my nipple, raising up to push deeper inside. My body braces and the urge to come hits hard. Warmth buzzes my skin as a deep ache swallows me.

  His groan heightens my need, and I lose myself completely, latching onto his arm. “Your pussy is soaking,” he says, slowing his movements and earning a moan from me. “That needy little pussy just rained all over my carpet.” He removes himself from me and his hand goes to my hair, pulling my head back and tightening the blindfold. “Now I’m going to smell you all day long. Craving you as your scent torments me. Is that what you want?”

  With a forceful thrust, he pushes me chest-first against the floo
r. “I demand to know, temptress,” he grates. “Are you trying to torment me? How does it make you feel knowing that I’m going to beat my dick off to the scent of your cunt?”

  I can’t help it; his filthy words excite me, and I feel myself become wetter. “It turns me on,” I admit.

  He releases another primal groan before his hands are tearing me from the floor. He clamps onto my thighs and back, lifting me easily against his chest. “Oh, I haven’t even begun to punish that sweet pussy,” he says, then the feel of the cool wall hits my back. “Do you crave release?”

  My fingers dig into his back as he presses his cock against me. “Yes,” I say.

  “Say it again,” he orders. “I need to hear the pleading in your voice. No relief comes until you make me believe it.”

  The throb increases, as if his words are a physical punishment. “Fuck me. Please… It hurts—”

  My plea is swallowed as he drives into me. His deep groan tears through me just as he pushes inside, spreading and filling me all at once. His tie falls away and our gazes lock as he holds himself there, his hands anchored to the backs of my thighs. I’m breathless, awaiting his next thrust.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you call me Master.” He pulls out only to slam back inside. Then he’s taking me with unguarded thrusts, his muscles straining beneath my hands as I struggle for a grip.

  My voice lost, I gasp at the air, only to drown in him once he takes my mouth. His tongue sweeps inside, forcefully caressing mine and claiming me from the inside out. He’s oxygen and flame, a violent combustion, searing and consuming. I’m just a ripple under his swell, the foam seeking connection after the destructive assault of the tidal wave.

  But even as I’m hit with wave after wave, churning in the endless deep, I open my eyes. Look through the stormy blue to meet him there. His eyes pin me as his body brutally beckons pleasure from mine, and I’m helpless against the storm.

  His thrusts intensify, his hands ravish my skin as he fucks me.