As he pulled her hand towards his lap, he murmured, “two taps on my leg, and I'll stop.” The tip of his cock nudged her lips. “Open up.”
Her lips parted willingly, and he groaned as she took him into her wet heat. He eased her down, letting her test his weight and size, and she ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft. The grip on her head was easy the first two passes, letting her feel in control, but as her tongue swirled around his head again, Vance drew his fist even tighter, eliciting a hiss of pain.
“You're going to want to relax,” he kept his voice low. Vance took a second to savor the moment before shoving her head down. The surprised sound she made sent a vibration through his cock, and Vance swore. He pulled her up by her hair, careful to keep himself from going too far. Part of him wanted to see if she could take him all, wanted to feel her struggle, gag, before her throat relaxed around him. But he reminded himself that he was going slow. Besides, trying to force someone to deepthroat before finding out if they had a gag reflex was never a good idea.
“Fuck.” He swore again as Courtney hollowed out her cheeks, increasing the suction as he bobbed her head. It was too much, and he barely had time to grit out one more command before he emptied himself into her mouth. “Swallow.”
When he finished, he pulled her head back off his cock. She sat back on her heels as he tucked himself back into his underwear and zipped up his pants. She made no move to cover herself. Progress.
“Recite the rules,” he was shocked at how even he sounded.
“Rule number one: unless given permission, the sub is not to wear panties,” Courtney's voice was a bit breathless, a bit rough, but she didn't wince. “Rule number two: the sub will sexually please the master in whatever way the master sees fit. Rule number three: the sub will accept punishment as deemed necessary by the master knowing that the master will never bring her to harm. Rule number four: the sub will never disobey or question an order given by the master. Rule number five: if a limit is reached, the sub has only to say 'mercy' or make the agreed upon hand signal to stop the session.”
“Very good,” Vance felt a surge of pleasure at the flash of pride that crossed her face. “But we appear to need to work on rule number four.” He paused, reaching into the top drawer of his desk. He drew out a key and a piece of paper. “After you get off work, you're to go to this address. You may stop for dinner, but be at the house no later than six. You will take off your clothes and leave them by the door. Turn to the right and go into the living room. You are to sit on the couch and masturbate until I arrive. Do not stop. I'll be there by seven. You will tell me how many times you came. If I believe you, we'll fuck. If I don't, I'll spank you. If you fail to follow any of these orders, I will spank you.”
He leaned forward and tucked a wayward wave behind her ear. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Courtney nodded, eyes unreadable.
***
Vance ignored the incredulous look Emma shot his way when he announced that he was leaving. He had no doubt that she'd already put two and two together when she saw Courtney leaving his office, flushed and smiling. After all, he'd been Emma's one foray into men before renouncing bisexuality and deciding to stick solely with women. When he thought about it, that was probably why they had such a great relationship. They'd been honest with each other from the start and never lost any trust when they'd broken up.
Trust. The essential part of any master / submissive relationship. He knew he'd earned points today when he'd honored the timeframe and not punished her, when he'd made sure not to push her too far when he'd controlled her giving him head. He knew their relationship was going to take time, though not quite as much as he'd originally thought thanks to their first, unplanned, encounter. He'd shown her that he wasn't sadistic, that he was able to engage in sex without being totally controlling. She thought he cared about her and this was just a kink he used to get off.
She had no idea.
If she ever discovered the truth, she'd never trust him again. Vance was determined that she not find it out until he was ready to tell her, when the knowledge wouldn't be enough to break their bond, when the power he had over her was complete. She would be angry, possibly humiliated, but she wouldn't be able to walk away.
She'd been a freshman the first time he'd seen her, a few weeks from turning fifteen and the oldest in her class. He'd been a junior, barely seventeen, but he'd been enamored. She'd been everything he'd always wanted. Well-liked for the right reasons: a sweet personality and participation in everything from student government to cheerleading and cross country. Pretty but not in the obvious 'look at me' way of most of the other popular girls. His one friend in high school, Ryan, had told him to ask Courtney out, but he'd never been able to get up the nerve. Why would she want to go out with him? The only thing he had going for him was that he was older and might've been able to work that to his advantage if he'd had the experience and confidence to go with it. But he didn't. So he'd watched as she dated other boys – Tom Johnson freshman year and Andrew McClain the end of her sophomore year – and secretly wished that he was them. After he graduated and went on to college, he tried to forget her, tried to move on. But every girl he talked to just wasn't the one he wanted. All he could see were those dark gray eyes and ash blond waves.
Then he'd met Cassie and everything changed. She'd introduced him to a world he'd never dreamed possible for someone like him. She'd helped him gain control of his life, of himself. He'd thought he loved her but when she'd broken up with him just eight months later, he realized that he still couldn't stop thinking about Courtney. She had been perfect, everything he'd always wanted. And that's when he'd realized that the only way he'd truly be happy is if he had her. But he didn't just want to date her, to romance her. He wanted to show her that he wasn't that same shy awkward boy she never would have looked twice at in high school.
So he came up with a plan. Every class he aced, every business contact he made, all of it was part of the end game. Every girl that he fucked, each time he pushed himself further and further into the master role, he did so knowing that it would help him reach his goal.
Courtney.
She'd always been the goal. The prize.
Problem was, now that he was well on his way to having her, he wasn't sure if he still believed that possessing her was what he truly wanted.
Part Three
The sky was beginning to darken, and a very conflicted Courtney Bell sat in the driver's seat of her car, unsure if she wanted to go through with her new set of instructions. Vance had been very specific and she had agreed to do what he said. Her pale skin flushed and her pussy throbbed as she remembered the events of the day.
Walking through the building without panties, the air cool against her burning lips.
Being called to Vance's office.
Exposing herself to him.
Masturbating while he watched, desperate to make herself come before her time was up.
Vance forcing her head down on his cock as she tried to accommodate every beautiful inch of him.
It had been amazing, she reluctantly admitted, but every time she had a moment to think about it, she was convinced that it was moving far too fast. A part of her wondered why she'd let it go this far. Then she thought of those arctic blue eyes that somehow managed to be hot and cold all at once, and she shivered. Those eyes held something deeper than Vance had let on. He was hiding something, she knew, some secret that she suspected was important. She saw hints of some past hurt, and that tugged at a place deep inside. It always ended up like this. When she was away from him, the rational part of her mind would argue against taking the relationship any further, but once she thought of those eyes, that mouth, the things he could do to her body...she was lost.
“Fuck,” she breathed, closing her eyes. All of these conflicting thoughts and emotions were making her head hurt. A ringing from her purse drew her attention and she answered the phone without looking to see who was calling.
“What're you doing next week?”
It had been almost eight months since Courtney had talked to Maggie Black, the energetic red-head who'd been her best friend since sixth grade.
“Mags?” The knot in Courtney's stomach loosened. She hadn't realized just how much she'd missed her friend until she heard her voice. “When did you get back?”
“Last week,” the voice was as breezy as Courtney remembered, which she found odd since her friend had just spent six months in Uganda with Doctors Without Borders. Not exactly a vacation, but knowing Maggie, she'd made every experience as positive as possible. “But I needed time to process.”
Courtney couldn't help but chuckle. She knew what Maggie's brand of ‘processing’ entailed. Hell, she had a scar on her ass to prove it. That had been the last time she let herself get drunk around Maggie. Thanks to her equally inebriated friend and a stray piece of barbed wire, an attempt to tip a cow had turned into a trip to the hospital for stitches and a tetanus shot.
“Anyway, I'm in desperate need of Courtney time, so what's your schedule like next week?”
When Courtney hung up ten minutes later, she felt much more relaxed. She looked at the directions Vance had given her. Five days until Maggie arrived. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was going to do this. When Maggie arrived, that's when she'd worry about the wisdom of what she was doing. Her doubts were locked away to be discussed with her friend and, until then, she was going to give this a try. After all, it had been a pleasurable experience so far.
***
Courtney had known, intellectually at least, that Vance was wealthy, but there was a big difference, she discovered, between knowing and understanding. His house was huge. Not movie star ostentatious but at least five times the size of Courtney's place. She used the key he'd given her and then tapped out the alarm code before turning to see what interior Vance Forster, youngest ever CEO of the Asgard Corporation, would have for his home.
Tastefully decorated with what she instinctively knew to be the most expensive of everything, it didn't really seem like Vance. She was expecting sleek with minimal furnishings—efficient and straightforward just like him. With wry amusement, Courtney realized that he must've hired someone to do his decorating for him. She took a step forward, as if to explore, then remembered his directions. She shrugged out of her jacket and reached for the buttons on her blouse. Her fingers still for a moment, a sudden uneasiness coming over her.
“Hello?” She whispered the word, cringing at how loud it sounded in the otherwise silent house. When she didn't hear an answer, she spoke again, this time louder. After nearly a full minute, she was satisfied that she was alone and resumed her disrobing. Her clothes made a neat pile next to the door, and she shivered as the cool air caressed her bare skin, not in small part due to the nature of what she'd done and in anticipation of what she was going to do next.
The plush gray carpet was soft under her bare feet but disappeared as soon as she stepped into the living room. An area rug sat in front of a large stone fireplace, but polished hardwood floors ran the length of the rest of the room. Rich pine paneling dotted here and there with what she was sure were pricey paintings. The furniture alone was probably worth more than her entire apartment building and for a moment she worried about where to sit. Then she saw them. In the center of the deep blue-gray couch were two soft-looking dove-gray towels, and she instinctively knew they were for her. She was also sensing a color theme.
Her eyes darted to the large bay window at the front of the living room, relaxing when she saw that it had been covered by heavy dark blue curtains. Feeling a bit more secure, she crossed to the couch and reached for the towels. She didn't let her brain analyze what she was doing, forcing it to focus on the details. Opening the first towel and spreading it across the back of the couch. Re-folding the second so that it was doubled-over and lining it up beneath the first.
She took a deep breath and sat down. The material tickled her bare skin as she squirmed to make herself comfortable. From where she sat, she could see an ornate clock hanging on the wall. A quarter till six. She was early and allowed herself a small smile. Vance should like that. She inhaled deeply, in through the nose, letting it out slowly through her mouth, and then did it again. The butterflies in her stomach were starting to calm. She leaned back and closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the couch as her muscles relaxed.
Her fingers ran over the top of one full breast, down to her nipple. She circled the darker flesh, feeling it harden under her fingertips. As she closed her index finger and thumb around the tip, she let her imagination wander.
He watched her with lust-filled eyes as he bent his head forward. Blue-black hair brushed over her skin, erupting her flesh in goosebumps. The moment his lips took her nipple into his mouth, a jolt of pleasure shot straight through her. He tugged at the tip, stretching it, scraping over it with his teeth, each new sensation having a direct line to the growing ache between her legs.
Courtney dropped her free hand, palm skimming over her stomach, past her bellybutton to the pale curls covering her mound. She whimpered as her fingers came in contact with her clit. The slow circular motion came without thought, sending little sparks of electricity racing along her nerves.
His head descended between her legs, the tip of his tongue teasing around her swollen nub. Each little flick across the top propelled her that much closer to the edge. When he took the little bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked, his fingers tightened on her nipple and she came.
“One,” she whispered, muscles twitching. The hand on her clit moved lower, combing through the thin hair, fingers delving between her folds until they were slick with her juices. She moved her other hand to the opposite breast, fingers tugging at the hard little pebble, and slid her middle finger into her pussy.
He worked one long finger into her cunt, hissing at the wet heat. “I can feel you gripping my finger,” his voice was low in her ear. “The muscles working to keep me there, clinging every time I pull out.” To prove his point, he slowly drew his hand back and her body protested the loss. When he began to work the digit in and out, she parted her legs to give him better access.
Her legs fell open and a second finger joined the first. Her pussy stretched, welcoming the addition. As the heel of her hand brushed over her clit, her muscles tensed and a second orgasm washed over her.
“Two,” Courtney continued to thrust her fingers into her cunt, remembering Vance's instruction that she not stop. Her thoughts of him took a different path as she imagined what he might have in store for her.
Her arms and legs were tied to each of the bed posts, leaving her exposed, spread-eagle for all to see. But only he was there to see her, eyes darkened to an almost night-sky blue. Not that she could see him. He'd left her facedown, nipples hard bullet points against the silk sheets. The first crack against her ass startled her more than it hurt. The second one stung and she yelped. “Tsk, tsk,” he didn't bother to hide the amusement in his voice. “I said no noise. You've been a bad girl and need to be punished.”
Courtney bit back a cry as her back arched, body stiffened.
“I don't think a spanking is enough, do you?” His fingers played between her legs, tips teasing around her entrance, but never going inside. When he ran an index finger up between her cheeks, her entire body jerked. Then, just the sensation of pressure against her puckered hole sent her body over the edge again. She couldn't stay silent as he pushed one dripping finger past the tight ring of muscle into her ass. Her hips bucked up involuntarily, shoving his finger deeper and her body exploded. With his finger still inside her, he buried his cock in her pussy with one swift thrust, the full sensation rocketing her to new heights.
Another orgasm rolled over her, a continuation from the last or a new one she didn't know, and she let her fingers slide from her pussy. Sopping wet, she reached further down and teased at her asshole. She'd never tried masturbating with something there before, but ever since she
'd written that letter to Vance saying that she'd let him fuck her ass, the idea had been tugging at the edges of her mind.
His cock, coated with her juices, took the place of the finger at her ass. The first nudge made her want to tense up, but he made soothing noises, his hand on her back, moving in comforting circles on the small of her back. Then, just as she'd finally relaxed, he buried himself in her ass in one thrust and she screamed, pain and pleasure burning through her. He was splitting her in two, filling her more completely than she'd ever been filled. She wanted him to pull out but never wanted him to move. Every stroke sent fire and electricity racing over her nerves until she wanted to cry.
Her hands abandoned her breasts as she shoved two fingers into her cunt, alternating strokes between the two holes. She barely realized that she was crying out his name as she came again. She withdrew both sets of fingers, muscles turned to jelly. She needed a bathroom. As she stood, she remembered her instructions. A glance at the clock told her that it was only six thirty. She still had another half hour before Vance arrived and she wasn't supposed to stop masturbating until then.
The first touch of her finger to her clit made her body twitch. It was sensitive, swollen from the stimulation. But he'd told her that if she stopped, he'd spank her. As much as the fantasy had turned her on, it wasn't something she actually wanted to experience. Knowing how ridiculous she looked but not caring, Courtney began to walk, one hand between her legs as she searched for a bathroom. She found a sink rather quickly and washed her hands. Then, still gently rubbing her clit, she made her way back to the living room. There was a dull burn in her ass as she sat, but she forced herself to admit that she'd liked it. That's what it was about this whole situation, she thought. There were things that she'd never have tried on her own, but that she'd ended up liking, almost as if Vance understood her better than she did herself.
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