Jake stepped in so closeshe could feel his breath on her neck, feel the firmness of his muscles as he reached around to undo her skirt again. It dropped to the floor and his nod told her to step out of it. He spun her around on the hook so she hung, balanced on her stilettos, with her back toward him.
Cally gasped as he ripped first one seam of her panties and then the other side. His brute strength astounded her. He pulled the fabric very slowly between her legs, gently backward and forward, teasing her clit with the minute movements, until it too was removed fully and flung aside.
‘Why do you think I have put you here, Cally?’ Jake whispered, making her shiver with the intensity of his tone.
‘Have I done something wrong?’ she asked.
‘What is it that you think you may have done wrong?’
She knew. Had known from his reaction at the time. ‘Are you angry because I let those men touch me?’
Jake’s hand, splayed over her soft, naked stomach, tensed, pulling her back into his solid body. ‘Where did they touch you, Cally?’
‘On my breasts.’ She felt her stomach flip over with nerves. What if he really lost it with her?
‘Through your clothing?’
‘No.’
‘Then how?’ Jake spat out the words.
‘My naked breasts.’
‘You took your clothes off for another man?’
‘You know I did.’
‘Answer the question.’ He genuinely sounded pretty mad at her.
He heart pounded. ‘Yes,’ she agreed.
‘What else did you let them do to you?’
‘Lick my breasts.’ Cally said it like a confession.
‘Describe it to me.’
‘I removed my lace bra, so my breasts were naked.’
‘Go on.’
‘Then the man put his tongue against my nipple and flicked it.’
‘Did you like that?’
‘Yes.’ No point in lying. He could see right through her. Maybe she could make him jealous? Jealous enough to fuck her, in fury. She really wanted a ferocious fucking from Jake Stone right now.
What else did he do to your nipple?’ Jake’s hands began to massage her pussy mound, raising the feeling of delight to a pitch once more.
‘He stroked it firmly with his tongue.’ Cally gasped out the words, unsure if she was focusing her mind more on his words or on his hands.
‘How did that feel?
‘Warm. Wet.’
‘Nice?’
‘Yes, nice.’
‘What did it do to you?’
‘It made me wet and wanting.’
‘Wanting what?’ Jake’s breath came harsh and fast, right next to her ear.
She could do this. Manipulate him. ‘Wanting to get fucked.’
‘So you sat your wet, wanting-to-get-fucked little pussy over his cock, when you were astride his lap.’
‘Yes. And I liked it.’ Playing with fire again.
‘Did you? Did you want him to fuck you?’ Jake was positively growling at her. He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gently massaged it.
No! Not him. Cally wanted to howl with the taut pressure building inside her but knew Jake wouldn’t like it and she felt very vulnerable in that position. She held her primal responses in check. ‘I wanted you to fuck me.’
‘Answer my question. Did you want him to fuck you?’ His fingers tensed and ceased movement, holding gently the swollen flesh of her sex.
He was asking for it, so he was going to get it. ‘Yes.’
‘Would you have allowed him to fuck you with me watching?’
What the hell? Is that what he wanted? Me to fuck those other guys, so he could watch? ‘If you told me to.’ She didn’t sound convincing.
‘Good girl, Cally. That is exactly the answer I wanted to hear.’ Jake’s words didn’t sound too convincing to her ears, but she was so off-kilter right about now, she wouldn’t have sworn up was up. He whispered in her ear. ‘If I demand it, you will allow any man to do anything he wants to you.’
Cally felt her heart sink. He’d just sounded mad that she’d already let another guy touch her, yet now he says he wants it. What kind of game was he playing with her? This guy was more seriously fucked-up than she could ever have imagined. And what the hell was she doing, getting all mixed up in it?
‘Now I want to amuse myself, playing with you.’ Jake spun her around to face him again. He walked back to his desk and sat down in his leather desk chair. Taking out the remote control, he placed it on the desk before him. Then he sat back, hands off, and let Cally’s agitated little mind get to work on it for him.
Her eyes met his. They both travelled to the object he had placed on his desk.
Cally felt the first little quiver of her vaginal walls and squeezed her thighs together to hold on to it. The knowledge that she stood, naked but for suspenders and stockings, before a fully clothed Jake Stone heightened her arousal. Her lips parted on the harsh huff of breath that escaped between them. It was like all the air had been forced out of her lungs and she couldn’t inhale enough to fill them again.
He hadn’t even had to turn the damn thing on for it to affect her sexual response to it. To him.
She could feel the objects inside her. Smooth and heavy, pressing on her channel walls. But not moving. She undulated her body, tilting her hips forward, feeling the shifting weights adopting a subtly different pressure inside her. Her clit twinged in response to it and her hips pushed forward minutely once more, to increase the sensation.
The slowness, the subtlety of the arousal made her want to scream in frustration. Why didn’t he turn the damn thing on and be done? That was what it was for. To vibrate intensely until her pussy clenched around it.
She felt the minute tightening of her muscles again as her mind did the work of the machine, more exquisitely slowly than she could ever have imagined.
Her breasts lifted on each gasp and her body undulated under the stimulation.
But it wasn’t enough. Cold metal. Stillness. She wanted Jake’s hot, thick, throbbing cock to be where the lifeless objects were. She closed her eyes. Imagined his warm, questing shaft, probing at her tight entrance. The stretching of her muscles as it instantly breached her domain. The hot, hard friction as he rammed its length home and the invasion and retreat, over and over until she screamed his name in her frantic orgasm.
Cally looked up at Jakeas her cunt twitched its need again, her pussy lips swollen and longing. Her hips thrust toward him involuntarily and her cheeks warmed in knowledge of the wanton picture she presented to this virile man, who ignored her clear invitation to fuck her senseless.
Cally felt her vaginal muscles twitch again around the objects Jake had rammed up, so expertly, inside her. Her own body tried desperately to bring about the conclusion she so desired.
She could see Jake was interested. Was turned on by the sight of her, naked and desperate, but he damn well didn’t act on it. Because he knew that she wanted him to. And as he had told her over and over, this wasn’t about what she wanted. He was determined to teach her that. The hard way.
Suddenly he got up. He had something in his hand as he walked toward her. Even his approach made her vaginal muscles tremble at the male proximity. The faint possibility of sexual congress.
What was he doing? He placed a heavy chain around her neck. She winced at the coldness of the metal. She couldn’t really see what he was doing but he clasped her breast roughly in one hand. Something bit into her nipple. They were clamps. He’d just attached a nipple clamp to her.
The tightness and pressure delivered a burst of intense pleasure that shot straight to her wet clit.
Jake grabbed her other breast and attached the other clamp as efficiently. Cally cried out. She wanted the sting. She wanted to be free of it. The sweet agony throbbed in the dark recesses of her pussy as it squeezed around its inadequate little invaders.
‘Do you like that, Cally? Jake whispered.
; His voice alone sent shock waves through her body, rendering her speechless. He tugged at the chain, delivering fresh pain and stimulation.
Cally’s hips thrust in a desperate attempt to capitalise on the movement and friction of the metal inside her vagina. She realised that the short length of the chain, anchored around her neck, was such that each time she moved, even slightly, she caused the clamps on each end to tug upward, stimulating her own nipples in an arousing ache of longing, mirrored by the glow between her thighs. God, he was an expert at sexual torture.
‘Jake?’ She called to him, pitifully.
He walked away from her and left the office. Left her there, to stimulate herself as best she could.
Jake paused and took a great gulp of air behind the closed door. He had to do it to her. There were no limits to the perversions these men were willing to inflict on the women they took as their sexual slaves, once they had them in their power. And he had to prepare those women to accept, to desire, whatever might be done to them. It was better for them that way.
Jake found himself wondering what perversions Mathers had in store for Cally. He thrust the images out of his head. He didn’t want to even imagine that old goat taking pleasure from Cally’s beautiful body. The way he was taking pleasure from her right now. He had never yet been in such a permanent state of arousal. The other women he’d trained, they were just jobs. But her?
His mind recaptured the vision of Cally, bound and erotically charged enough to welcome him into her body. He saw her cunt, slick and inviting, and knew it would clamp around his cock so hard it would drive him insane. He shook his head to clear the image. He wasn’t ready to give himself that reward yet. He didn’t deserve it.
Jake returned to the office. Cally’s face was flushed and she was panting hard. The sexy little bitch had been trying every trick her body knew to make herself come, clearly without success. Now he was about to crank her frustrations up another notch.
Jake retrieved a hard rubber plug from his desk drawer. He brought it out before Cally to heighten her anticipation and he could see it was doing its job already. Her eyes, fixed upon it, were widening with a mixture of fear and intrigue.
‘Have you ever had an anal plug inserted before?’ he asked her, turning the object around in his hands. He had to know, as it helped him decide how he proceeded. The aim wasn’t to hurt her.
She shook her head. Her legs were trembling.
Beyond speech. That was a no, then. Jake found a jar of cream and let her watch as he slathered it all over the plug. He knew he was going fast. Too fast, probably, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. He wanted to try everything with this girl. His experience told him she could take it. She was strong as well as sexy.
‘I’m going to push it up inside you,’ he informed her unnecessarily. ‘It’s better if you relax.’
‘Jake?’
He detected a moment of panic. It was natural. The first time. ‘I won’t hurt you.’ Jake gave the nipple clamp chain a sharp tug, to distract her mind a moment from what he was about to do to her.
Cally gave a little moan and he knew her pussy would be throbbing its excitement, which would help her accept the anal plug more easily. He swung her around, so she was facing away from him. He heard her breath hitch as he used the fingers of one hand to part her bottom cheeks and expose her puckered entrance.
He rubbed the plug firmly over her hole a few times to get over the initial contraction of her muscles and to distribute the cream for ease of access. The plug was a beginners’ size, but Cally wouldn’t know that. It would feel to her like he was trying to shove a watermelon through a wedding ring.
Jake found himself hoping that Mathers would take similar care with her. The thought made his own muscles tighten and he had to make a physical effort to relax for fear that Cally would suffer the consequences, when it was Mathers he wanted to punish, not her. Frankly, he thought he would have to kill the bastard if he ever hurt Cally.
Jake screwed the smallest part of the rubber sex toy, which increased in size by gradations, at the entrance to her rear passage. He could tell she was fighting it, rejecting it.
‘Don’t,’ she cried out, in fear.
Normally Jake would have to react to her denial of his wishes, but he knew what she must be going through right now.
‘Shush,’ he soothed gently, nuzzling his lips against her neck. ‘I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me?’
Cally nodded her assent and it nearly broke his heart.
He placed pressure behind it as he slid his other hand around the front, both to prevent her from pulling away from its incursion and to slide his fingers softly through her silky pussy, so she associated the discomfort with the pleasure.
An anal virgin had to be dealt with firmly but gently.
She squirmed away as far as she was able within his iron grasp.
‘Cally, this is going to happen and you must let it. Don’t fight me. It won’t go your way.’ He had a job to do and he was going to complete it.
The twisting motion of Jake’s wrist attained the insertion of the first of the rubber bulges past the sphincter muscle. Cally whined a little as it entered. He rested there for a while to allow her to get used to the sensation. His fingers continued to stroke her clit soothingly. He knew the new, uncomfortable sensation of the plug would prevent her from climaxing too readily. The pleasurable stroking was only to reduce her mind’s focus away from any sensations of pain it might conjure up.
‘Good girl,’ he encouraged. ‘You see, that wasn’t so bad, was it? And it gave me pleasure to see you take it.’
He wasn’t lying when he said that. His cock was twitching madly, wishing itself in place of the rubber plug. All in good time, he promised himself. Jake continued to stroke her soft pussy, until he felt her move into his hands again to increase her own pleasure.
He screwed and pushed the plug again until the second bulge was consumed. Cally moaned, on entry, and it sounded a mixture of erotic delight as well as discomfort, this time. He knew she could do it, but it was him who was rising to the occasion. Hot and hard.
His delving fingers left her cunt for a moment to yank the nipple clamps, hard. He knew the third rubber bulge would be the hardest yet for her to deal with. But he was determined that she would take all three. As she writhed under the nipple torment, he thrust the anal plug with a final surge as it popped into her tight little hole. He gave her a moment to accommodate it, then he agitated it and her clit at the same time. He wanted her to associate anal entry with sexual pleasure.
‘You did it, Cally. Do you like it?’
‘Yes,’ she replied, hesitantly.
No doubt still getting used to the feel of it. ‘Tell me what it feels like?’ he demanded.
‘Full. I feel so much pressure,’ she gasped. ‘I want to come, Jake.’
‘I decide that, Cally. Remember?’
She nodded. Her features were twisted in torment and pleasure, and Jake knew she would stand a little more torment to attain that pleasure. He walked to the desk and picked up the remote to her vaginal vibrator.
Jake hit the switch for a mere second, the first time, to give her a quick pulse. He wanted to remind her that he was still in control.
‘I can give you pleasure when I want to. And I can end it when I want to, as well.’ He gave her another quick burst and she yipped, like a puppy.
Jake knew this was a crucial moment. She was right on the edge. Too much and her own body would take over. She would come hard and be outside his control for a while and there would be nothing he could do to prevent it. Too little and she would fail to associate the pain with the pleasure. That would make her future with Mathers miserable. He didn’t want that for her.
He didn’t want to think about Mathers at all right now. He was enjoying playing with the sexy little bitch himself, too much to want to spoil it. He’d never enjoyed training a woman so much. Sometimes he feared it clouded his judgement.
Jake gave her another tw
o-second blast and thrilled to her desperate moan. He wanted her to moan like that when he finally took her himself. The thought of it suddenly made his clothes feel too tight around him. He wanted his flesh next to hers. He ripped off his jacket and slid the tie from around his neck. The buttons on his shirt suffered as he tore it from his body.
He saw Cally look over his naked torso. He knew he was toned and taut and that women liked it. He could tell that she liked it too. He wanted to feel her hands on him. Walking over, he unhooked her from the ceiling, leaving her hands shackled. He placed her hands upon his chest.
‘Touch me.’
As Cally ran her hands over his chest, he tweaked her nipple clamps. She groaned and grazed her nails over his nipples, causing his breath to hitch. He quickly turned her over his desk, face down, grinding the clamps into her breasts and removed the anal plug by twisting it out so slowly, feeling her sigh her pleasure as it finally withdrew, mourning its intimate loss.
Jake yanked his zip open and let his trousers fall around his ankles. His underwear swiftly followed. He parted her firm, fleshy butt cheeks and took his straining, searching cock in his hand. He gave it a couple of soothing strokes and sited it at the tight little entrance to Cally’s arse that the plug had conveniently vacated.
His precome mingled with the remnants of the lubricating cream as he ran his cock up and down, over the cleft between her buttocks.
‘I’m going to butt-fuck you,’ he told her, harshly. His features were tight with his own need to come.
He placed the bulging head of his cock at her entrance again, and applied pressure until it gave under the assault.
Cally’s moan encouraged him and he pushed harder, allowing more of its length to be enclosed within her.
‘So tight. So good,’ he moaned. ‘You have a great arse for a man to fuck, Cally. And I’m your first. Say it.’ Jake groaned out his demand as he pushed against her.
‘You’re my first, Jake,’ she complied, breathlessly.
Jake thrust to the hilt and withdrew a little, allowing the rippling sensations to sweep down the length of his cock and over his balls.
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