by Wane, BJ
Lillian’s palms were sweating as she turned the page, her throat tight, her pulse jumping with nervous anticipation. She would sit at his feet during dinner, he would feed her himself, bath her, see to her every need at his discretion. As he told her last week, the sex would be whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and with whomever he wanted. She would be allowed to come with his permission only and could expect frequent punishments, again at his whim.
The last paragraph was simple. There would be no safe words. The only thing that would end the contract before the month allotted was the word ‘no’. She had his word that their relationship ends immediately the second he hears that word from her.
Lillian read the entire contract twice more before signing it and putting it in her briefcase. She knew Brock didn’t expect her to show up tomorrow night, but she wasn’t about to turn down his offer. She had waited her entire adult life for the opportunity to see if this obsession of hers was just a fantasy or something more.
Brock’s deep voice called for her to enter after she knocked on his office door at seven pm the next night, the contract clutched in her hand. His surprised expression when she entered his office confirmed that he hadn’t expected her and the scowl that followed told her he wasn’t happy about it.
Brock couldn’t believe she was here, clutching that damn contract. He could have sworn he had worded it so as to scare her off this insane idea she had, but apparently she was one determined woman.
“Signed and delivered as instructed. The only thing you didn’t mention was the fee,” she said as she approached his desk and held it out to him.
Brock rose and took it from her, noting her signature at the bottom. “Dammit, Lil, have you ever even been spanked? Do you realize what I’m going to require of you?”
His anger didn’t faze her, she suspected it came from not wanting to hurt or disappoint her. She could have told him that the only way either of those things could happen would be if she failed to please him. That was the only fear she had about entering into this contract.
“A few hand slaps is all. I’m sure you’ll educate me quickly enough,” she smiled at him.
She was so innocent, her easy acceptance both a draw and a deterrent. She favored knee length dresses that flattered her figure and made him itch to test that acceptance by stripping her there. He opted for baring just her ass, for now. Sitting back down, he crooked his finger at her. “Come here, Lil.”
Lillian moved to him, her steps showing no hesitancy. Grabbing her arm, he flipped her over his lap and pushed her head to the floor. Raising her skirt, he quickly shoved her lacy panties down to mid thigh and landed a light swat on her bare ass. “Like that, is that the extent of your experience?”
Lillian nodded her head, more excited about her position and being bare assed in front of him than she could ever remember getting over a full seduction. “Yes, sir,” she answered, the title falling naturally from her lips.
He smoothed his hand over her buttocks, loving the soft, rounded shape of her, the pale skin and the pretty way she reddened. Lifting his hand, he smacked her again, this time putting his full force behind it, raising an enticing vivid red mark. Lillian gasped, but didn’t fight him, so he began to smack her in earnest, covering her buttocks with hard jarring swats.
“This is what you can expect, Lil, this and much more, several times a day.” His breath came harshly as he repeatedly smacked her, his cock hardening uncomfortably at the sight of her rapidly reddening ass lifting to meet each smack, her soft cries egging him on.
“Yes,” Lillian cried out, as the pain melded into pleasure, the heat engulfing her entire backside. She loved feel of his hand smacking her, loved the humiliating position and the lust the pain was inducing. But, most of all, she loved the feel of his hard cock beneath her, loved knowing this was pleasing him so much that he couldn’t control his reaction. When he stopped abruptly, she simply slid to the floor between his legs and looked up at him with drenched eyes.
“I’ll sign the damn thing and come Saturday night you’ll belong to me for one month, Lil. And God help us both when this is over.”
Chapter Three
Lillian had three days to think about her choice, to fret and worry whether she was making the biggest mistake of her life. Three days to cry wolf and run scared, keep her degrading fantasies from being fulfilled and delegate them back to her dreams where they probably belonged. She did none of those things. She embraced her choice and was going to go into this agreement with her eyes wide open, her heart vulnerable and her body exposed. For Brock, to see those cold, black eyes thaw, warm with lust and light with pleasure. For a man who seemed to be surrounded by people, he seemed so lonely. She wanted to be the one to ease that loneliness, to give him the one thing other women had failed to give him, even if it was for just a short time.
She didn’t know why he had accepted her application and agreed to own her, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. It was enough that he agreed and that his definition of owning her coincided with what she wanted to give a man. She didn’t know where this desire had come from, the need to relinquish herself totally into another person’s keeping. At first she had thought it was a kinky fantasy and ignored it. But her need only increased as she got older, deepened with each failed relationship until it all but consumed her. When her unfulfilled desires got to the point that she no longer had an interest in achieving an orgasm, either by herself or with a man, she knew she had to at least look into the possibility that there was something, someone, out there for her.
Her research had led her to Fantasy, and to Brock. Her instant attraction to him was understandable. He was drop dead gorgeous, tall, with a lean, hard body she couldn’t wait to get to know. But her deepening infatuation, this all consuming need to please him at any cost was unexplainable, so she simply didn’t attempt to analyze that which made no sense. She intended to grab this boon he offered her and see where it took her. In the end, if she was disappointed or ended up with her heart broken, she would at least find solace in the fact that she had tried.
Lillian dressed simply for her trip to Fantasy Saturday evening. A simple sundress that slipped over her head, panties and sandals. It would be easy to undress when it came time for her to be presented to the audience. Shivers of excitement and nerves raced up her spine at the thought of facing a room full of strangers completely naked and vulnerable. Brock had written in her application that she would be auctioned last, thus telling her he planned to use her in some way in front of the audience. She didn’t mind. She had to get used to being paraded around naked, to getting whipped and fucked in front of others at his whim and what better way to do that than to jump right in with both feet. Besides, she consoled that part of her that was unsure, Brock would be there.
She wondered if he was going to fuck her for the first time on stage tonight and her pussy creamed thinking about taking his cock into her, his seed into her body. She had submitted a complete health report along with her application, per the rules, which also held the information on her partial hysterectomy three years ago. Brock had read that, handed her his clean bill of health and informed her that, since pregnancy and disease weren’t an issue, he wouldn’t be using condoms with her, however, any other men he decided to share her with would. She had agreed readily, surprising even herself. Despite the fact she couldn’t get pregnant, she had never allowed a man to sleep with her without a condom. Now, the idea that she would get to take Brocks seed into her body in several different ways turned her on so much as to make her feel weak.
“Damn,” she muttered to herself as she quickly changed out of her damp panties before going to the front door to wait for the driver Brock was sending for her. “I have got it soooo bad.”
A black Mercedes pulled into her drive and a man about her age got out of the driver’s side and walked with a decided limp to her front door. Lillian opened the door before he could ring the bell and greeted him with a self conscious smile. “Hi.”
“Maam,” he nodded his head politely, his gaze direct, but shy. “Mr. Matthews sent me to escort you to the club. Do you have a bag?”
Lillian gestured toward two suitcases that held her dresses and suits for work and nothing else. As Brock had made it clear she would have no need of clothing any other time. “Thank you,” she said as he grabbed the bags and held the door until she had it locked. She was relieved he was so polite and respectful considering he must know about his employer’s profession and what went on at his club.
Lillian was met at the back entrance of the club by Kent, the assistant manager and the one who would be escorting her onstage in less than an hour. “Lillian. We’re glad to have you join us this evening. Your application has brought in a full house and many eager bidders.” Taking her elbow, he led her to a small room behind the stage. Lillian clasped her hands tightly, suddenly nervous. “But Brock will be the one to buy me, won’t he?”
“Of course,” he answered smoothly, smiling at her. “It’s his intention to outbid everyone else. Now, strip completely and I’ll return after this next young woman is sold to get you.”
Not giving herself any time to think, Lillian quickly slipped her dress off and laid it along with her panties and shoes on a chair. It seemed odd just standing there naked, waiting, but the longer she did the more relaxed she became. Padding over to a full length mirror, she viewed herself critically, wondering if Brock would like what he saw. She didn’t think about the other people, they didn’t matter. She considered her breasts her best asset. They were high and firm, large enough to sway as she walked, but not too big as to look heavy. She viewed her waist as her biggest problem. She looked slender in her clothes, but her stomach was rounded, not flat, and soft instead of firm. Hopefully, Brock would be so interested in the parts above and below that he wouldn’t notice that flaw.
The door opened behind her, causing her to jump back from the mirror. “Don’t,” Kent ordered sharply as her hands automatically rose to shield herself. As if her nudity was of no consequence, Kent walked towards her and quickly pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together with rope. “Last chance, Lillian. Do you want this?” His grey eyes ran down her body as he calmly waited for her answer.
“Yes,” she answered, her voice strong and sure.
He simply nodded, took her elbow and led her out onto the stage. Bright lights blinded her from the audience, for which she was grateful. Lillian tried to still her nervousness, anxious to get this over with, needing to see Brock, have him near.
“Lillian is our last offering tonight and what a prize,” Kent announced.
Brock watched from the side, close enough to have a good view of Lillian, yet still hidden from her view. She was stunning, her figure made for fucking. Her bright red hair hung loose to the middle of her back, one thick lock curling over her right breast, covering it until Kent brushed it back.
Cupping her breast, Kent ran his thumb over one delicately pink nipple. “Wouldn’t you love to own these tits, yours to do with as you please, at your disposal night and day?”
Brock never took his eyes off Kent’s hand as he continued down her soft body. He loved the rounded contour of her waist, and he couldn’t wait to test the softness there. Kent’s fingers nestled into the red curls covering her mound, drawing everyone’s attention to that buried treasure.
“As you can see, she’s a natural red head. Who wouldn’t mind owning this cunt, being able to pleasure themselves day in and day out in any fashion they desired.”
The bidding began in earnest then, but Brock kept quiet, watching Lillian closely. She held her head high, even though her face had gotten redder and redder as Kent showcased her body. Her eyes seemed to be searching, her head listening, presumably for him. He was in no hurry. When the bidding reached over twenty-five thousand and began dying down, he made his move.
Stepping forward into the light, he looked right at her. “Fifty thousand,” he bid coolly, his voice soft, but implacable in his resolve.
The crowd clapped, giving their approval to the purchase when Kent announced, “Sold to Brock Matthews for fifty thousand dollars!”
Lillian’s relief was so acute, her knees would have buckled if Kent hadn’t been holding her up. Just when she had been ready to call it off thinking Brock had backed out on her, she heard his voice and saw him looking at her with those dark, unfathomable eyes.
Brock approached her slowly, his eyes raking her figure, devouring every naked inch. When he stood in front of her, he simply nodded at Kent as his hands went to undo his pants.
Kent’s hands on her shoulders urged her down, and Lillian went to her knees willingly, her mouth watering for her first taste of his cock. She didn’t care about the audience or her nudity. Her sole concentration was on pleasing Brock. She gasped softly as he pulled his cock free, his size huge, long and wide, the mushroom shaped head seeping temptingly.
Lillian couldn’t resist his temptation and leaned forward to take him in her mouth only to be brought up short by his hand gripping her hair tightly. Her eyes flew up to his and she almost wept at the angry look on his face. As he held her head, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and she realized her mistake. He was the one in control, in all things, at all times. She was simply the receptacle for his pleasure.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered tearfully, praying for forgiveness.
“You’ll learn.” His hand tightened in her hair, pushing her forward. “Open.”
Lillian quickly complied and visibly jolted at the instant pleasure as he fed her his cock. He rested just the head in her mouth and she sucked greedily on him, running her tongue over his seeping slit, loving the taste of his pre-come coating her tongue before laving the underside, where it was most sensitive. She lost track of time and place as she worshipped just the head of his cock, over and over, until, with a groan, Brock released his shaft, grabbed her head with both hands and filled her mouth with his hot, hard length.
“All of it, pet. Take me down your throat and hold it.”
His voice was soft, but no less commanding, sending a thrill through her already overwrought senses. He stretched her mouth wide and hit the back of her throat as he shoved his cock deep. She was in heaven, she thought blissfully, loving every inch with her lips and tongue, savoring every thrust, aching to taste every drop of his come. His thrusts came faster, short hard jabs into her bruised mouth, his hands tight on her skull as used her ruthlessly. The pleasure she was experiencing from allowing him this complete control was overwhelming, more than she had ever hoped for or expected. If he had thought this crude, rough act was going to make her renege, he couldn’t have been more wrong, for this was exactly what she wanted, to be used for his pleasure.
Brock erupted inside her mouth, shooting his wad down her throat and filling her with his semen. His body shook with the pleasure, a pleasure he had never felt so keenly, so deeply before. Her selfless giving was going to be his downfall, her refusal to give in her own. He loosened his grip on her head as his cock finally relaxed enough to go into a semi-hard state before he slowly, reluctantly pulled out of her mouth. He had been right. Those lips, that mouth had been designed to suck a man’s cock.
Lillian looked up at him with a small smile of contentment, a drop of come resting in the corner of her mouth. Suddenly angry at her unorthodox behavior, he gave Kent a signal and grabbed her elbow, lifting her from the floor.
Lil turned to see Kent roll the horse on stage. Her mouth watered when Brock handed her into Kent before taking a short leather spanker from him.
“Bend over the horse, pet, ass up on display.”
Kent gave her no time to balk as he leaned her over the padded apparatus and quickly strapped her ankles down, leaving her spread open and vulnerably displayed for the audience and Brock. With her hands tied behind her, she had no choice but to dangle her head as she waited breathlessly for her first taste of leather. When it came, she realized nothing could have prepared her for t
he fiery burn of its lash or the decadent arousal it inspired. She closed her eyes as the next stroke landed below the first only to jerk them open again when her head was lifted by a firm grip on her hair, Kent’s cock gripped tightly in front of her.
“Suck him, Lil, until he comes. I’ll stop whipping you when you’ve swallowed every drop.” Brock laid the spanker on her quivering ass again as she took Kent’s cock into her mouth, her eyes closing in either bliss or torment, he couldn’t tell and it didn’t really matter either way. He was simply giving her fantasy, using her for his pleasure.
The spanker left beautiful red slashes across her white buttocks, the snap of the leather against her sensitive flesh echoing loudly as murmurs of approval rose from the audience. He found himself in the uncomfortable position of envying Kent as Lillian sucked him as enthusiastically as she had him. He aimed the next blow on the under curve of her buttocks and then across her thighs, irritated with himself, and her for his uncharacteristic thoughts.
Lillian tried to prolong Kent’s ejaculation, not wanting her whipping to end too soon. She loved the feel of Brocks strokes, loved the sting that swiftly blended into pleasure, the fiery burn across her ass that had her pussy dripping in need. She almost wept when she felt Kent’s cock stiffen, tasted his come coating her mouth and shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop, but not enjoying it like she had Brock’s. When he pulled from her mouth and released her head, Brock lowered his arm. It was only when he stopped that she felt the full effects from her spanking. Her buttocks throbbed, felt hot and swollen and she could only imagine what picture she presented to the club.
