by Wane, BJ
“Turn around and brace your hands on the seat,” he instructed next.
Lillian bent over, spreading her legs automatically. His hand smacking her ass as the water sluiced over her raised buttocks caused her to cry out and lift for more. She was beginning to crave that fiery burn that put her into a contented, euphoric state. She didn’t need to climax, she just needed to hear the pleasure in his voice as he whipped her, hear his heavy breathing as the sight of her buttocks turning pink, then red under his hand aroused him. He alternated between smacking her and rubbing her cheeks until she craved the dual sensations of sharp pain followed by a soft caress as much as she craved his pleasure. She was disappointed when he stopped, only to gasp in surprise and embarrassment as he crudely spread her cheeks. When he did nothing for several moments, she wiggled her hips, uncomfortable with him just staring at her exposed dark hole.
Brock swatted her ass hard, snapping, “Be still. You’re going to have to get used to being exposed, not only in front of me but others as well.”
Lillian stilled and nodded, her trepidation turning swiftly to unbelievable pleasure when he breached her anus with one sudsy finger. When he slowly withdrew it, she shifted again, only this time towards him, eager for more.
Brock chuckled, enjoying her contradictions as he entered her again, her tight hole accepting him easier this time. “Like that, do you pet?”
“Oh, yes, master. I’ve never felt anything like it,” she admitted, unable to deny her pleasure even if she wanted to.
“No anal play, ever?” He couldn’t imagine reaching her age without at least a little experimentation there.
Lillian shook her head, embarrassed by her lack of experience, hoping he wasn’t put off by it.
Brock’s cock hardened further at the thought he would be the first to take her there and then stiffened to the point of pain as he imagined sharing her, watching one of his friends take her ass after he had whipped it. He hadn’t anticipated this fantasy playing itself out, had counted on Lillian backing out by now, so he hadn’t done any advanced planning. Since she was determined to see this through, first thing tomorrow he needed to do some shopping at his favorite adult sex shop and get a few items just for her.
The image of those items and their uses made his cock jump and seep and without preamble, he lifted her up, spun her around and pushed her to her knees. Gripping her wet hair, he pushed his cock into her mouth.
“I’m going to make up for lost time in that department, Lil. Now suck me hard and fast so we’re not late for our appointment.”
Lillian shivered with excitement as she took him deep, pleasure infusing her body, filling her senses as she basked in the possessive light in his eyes. She savored his hard length, took him deep and sucked hard as instructed, quickly bringing him off. This is what she had always craved, dreamed about, desired and despaired of ever having. Simply existing for a man’s pleasure, being the catalyst that stripped him of everything but his own need. But not just any man as she had thought all these years. Just one man. Just him, just Brock. Already, after just one night, she couldn’t imagine succumbing to another man, being owned by anyone but him and as he shot his wad down her throat, as she savored every drop of his semen, she prayed her heart was still intact when their allotted time was up.
Brock surprised her by taking her to lunch at a quaint Italian restaurant where, apparently, he was well known. Dressed in nothing but one of her loose, slip over sundresses and a pair of sandals, she thought she would be uncomfortable being in public without underwear. Much to her surprise, she enjoyed the freedom of going practically naked and even more the hot look in Brock’s eyes as he stared openly at her swaying breasts or rested his hand on her ass as he escorted her to their table and again when they left.
Since the club was closed Sundays, Brock also gave his home staff that day off, leaving him free to drive Lillian to her appointment. Opening the car door, he let his hand again caress her buttocks as she slid in, unmindful of the looks from several people getting out of the car next to him. Lillian blushed, as usual, but kept her head up and her eyes on him without shame.
As soon as he slipped behind the wheel, he turned to her and pulled her dress to her waist, exposing the small thatch of tight red curls. “Keep your pussy exposed and play with yourself until we get there.”
His tone was brusque, but Lillian didn’t let that bother her. It was obvious he was having a lot more difficulty in adjusting to her complete submission than she was. Lillian scooted down and spread her bare thighs and let her fingers lightly caress her folds. They dampened immediately, not because she was a pro at arousing herself, but because of the heated glances Brock kept aiming at her crotch.
“Are you wet, pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Show me,” he demanded harshly. “Fuck yourself with two fingers and let me see how excited it makes you to do as instructed.”
Lillian slipped two fingers into her cunt, her dampness making it easy to simply glide into her snug passage. She shuddered against the invasion, her slick walls gripping her digits in protest as she slowly pulled them back out. Holding them up, she proudly showed off their glistening coat.
“Now, suck them clean. Lick every speck of your juices from them.”
Putting her fingers into her mouth, her eyes on him, she tasted herself for the first time. It wasn’t unpleasant, the look on Brock’s face arousing her more than her actions. She sucked her fingers slowly until they were licked clean. He had pulled into a parking lot and cut the engine by the time she was finished.
Without a word, he got out and came around to her side. Her dress was still raised and she didn’t lower it until he took her elbow and lifted her out. The sign on the door read Michelle’s Spa and Salon and they looked to be the only customers as they entered the cool air conditioning.
“Brock! How good to see you,” a stunning woman greeted them as she came from the back. Tall, with chin length blond hair and brown eyes, she threw herself against Brock, kissing him lingeringly on the mouth.
Lillian realized in that moment that Brock had yet to kiss her mouth, but she didn’t have time to wonder about that further as the woman turned to her. “And this must be Lillian. Why, she’s charming Brock.”
It didn’t escape Lillian’s notice that everyone kept directing their compliments to Brock instead of her. It pleased her that so far no one had found fault with her thus making him sorry he owned her.
“Thank you Michelle. Like I told you, I bought her the other night at auction and she belongs to me for one month. I appreciate you coming in today to see to my needs. I’ll see you’re well compensated for your time.”
Waving her hand dismissively, Michelle scoffed. “No you won’t Brock Matthews. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have this shop and I’d probably still be getting knocked around by johns every Saturday night instead of enjoying the pleasures of your club. Now, follow me.”
Lillian was curious as to what Brock had to do with getting Michelle away from her old life and secure with her new business, but it wasn’t her place to pry. Michelle led them to a back room and indicated a table draped with a white sheet. “Strip and hop up there, Lillian. I think the hot wax is about melted.”
Lillian’s startled gaze flew to Brock’s amused one. “Now, pet.”
Lillian slipped her dress over her head, slid out of her sandals and allowed Brock to lift her up onto the padded table. Even though she had been naked for several hours in a room filled with clothed people last night, Lillian was uncomfortable sitting there nude in front of Michelle. However, when she spotted the bowl of melted wax Michelle carried over, her mind was filled with the possible uses for the wax.
“Master?”
Brock smiled at her uncertainty and the touch of fear in her bright blue eyes, but before he could reassure her, Michelle scolded him in a fond tone.
“Brock, didn’t you tell her why you brought her here?”
Brock shrugged as if it was
of no consequence. “I own her Michelle. She’ll do what I tell her.”
“Well, you don’t have to be a pig about it. Lie back and relax Lillian. I’m just going to wax the hair from your crotch. It’ll sting a little, but you’ll love the feel of a bare pussy. I’ve kept mine waxed for years.”
Of course with all her internet research, Lillian was aware a lot of men preferred women to shave or wax their pubic hair, but she had never really given the matter much thought. Now, as she lay back and spread her legs, she found she was anxious to see what it would look like and feel like to have her pussy as bare as the rest of her.
Brock stood to her side and kept his gaze on her crotch and Michelle’s hand as she liberally coated her with warm wax. After waiting for a few minutes for it to dry, Michelle pulled some off, eliciting a startled cry from Lillian. He looked at her, saw her eyes water and reached over to fondle her breast, intending to soothe her. When Michelle ripped the second section off, baring her pussy completely, Brock pinched her nipple hard, making her draw a deep breath of painful pleasure.
“Pull your knees up, Lillian, so I can make sure I got everything.”
Lillian raised her knees feeling completely exposed to them both as Michelle checked her folds intimately. She had never been touched by a woman before, never even considered it, but it was obvious by the look on Brock’s face and the bulge in his jeans that he found the sight erotic, which was enough to make her relax and enjoy the soft feel of Michelle’s fingers on her now bare skin as she smoothed a cool lotion over the tortured flesh.
“This lotion is 98% aloe and will soothe this redness within minutes, Lillian. Does that feel good?” Michelle’s husky voice and obviously erect nipples indicated she thought the feel of Lillian’s soft, bare pussy felt wonderful.
Lillian didn’t know if it was Michelle’s fingers on her cunt, Brock’s on her breasts or the fact that she had been denied an orgasm after multiple arousals that had her responding so swiftly. “Yes, that feels wonderful.”
Brock forced his gaze from her spread legs, now naked cunt and Michelle’s fingers to look at her. Her face was red, a light sheen of perspiration dampened her hair and she was breathing heavy. Brock squeezed her breast then lightly twisted her nipple as he inquired, “Would you like to come, pet?”
Lillian looked at him in surprise, wondering if he meant he was going to fuck her in front of Michelle. Not trusting her voice, she simply nodded.
Brock nodded to Michelle before turning back to her, his hand stretching to her other breast. “Put your arms above you and hold onto the table, then you can come as many time as you wish.”
Lillian complied, grabbed hold then gasped in shock when Michelle slipped two fingers into her now seeping cunt. The instant pleasure was too strong to be denied and her need too great to shy away from the fact that it was a woman getting her off. But it was the look of blatant lust and pleasure on Brock’s face that tripped her over and had her arching her hips into Michelle’s marauding hand. The orgasm burst upon her so fast, so strong, she would have flown off the table if Brock hadn’t instructed her to hold on. Her body shook with the long awaited pleasure, tremors sped up her spine and heat infused her senses and she splintered apart.
Lillian was still shaking in the aftermath of her climax, still enjoying the small aftershocks when Michelle knelt in front of her splayed legs, spread her pussy with her fingers and licked up her wet opening with a slow caress.
“Oh, my God,” Lillian gasped, her breath caught in shock as she watched Michelle lap at her exposed vagina before she grasped her clit between her teeth and nibbled. Instantly, Lillian was thrown into another climax, this one stronger, as she unconsciously ground her pelvis into Michelle’s mouth seeking more.
Brock bent down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly before biting the tip. Lil’s whimper was music to his ears, her bucking body and heaving breaths all combined to bring his cock to an aching hardness. Loosening his jeans, he took himself in hand, rubbing his cock to ease the discomfort.
Lillian finally quieted and Michelle stood up, her mouth wet with Lillian’s juices. Both women looked at Brock’s hand on his cock, which didn’t bother him in the least. “Roll over pet. Michelle needs to finish your wax job.”
Lillian rolled to her stomach, her body languid as she cradled her head on her folded arms and watched Brock stroke his cock. When Michelle parted her buttocks and smeared some wax on her crease, she didn’t even flinch.
“There’s hardly anything here, but well get rid of this peach fuzz anyway,” she said, before she quickly yanked the dried wax off.
Lillian sighed in pleasure as her soft fingers rubbed the reddened area and then she moaned in unabashed arousal as Michelle slid one lotion covered finger slowly into her ass. Closing her eyes, she imagined the picture she made as Brock watched Michelle finger her ass. Although it didn’t feel as good as when Brock had done it, she still found it more than pleasurable due to Brock’s presence. Lillian lifted her ass for each thrust, accepting this personal, unnatural invasion of her body for Brock’s pleasure. Her pussy swelled again, the juices seeping out and stinging her sensitive flesh, but it wasn’t until she felt the first splashes of Brock’s semen hitting her buttocks that she let go and climaxed again. Crying out, she writhed against the finger in her ass as she relished every drop of come that Brock coated her buttocks with.
Brock squeezed his cock dry, not letting go until every last drop landed on Lillian’s gyrating buttocks. As he tucked himself back into his jeans and watched as Michelle slowly pulled her finger from Lillian’s ass, he wondered who was going to own whom when this was all over.
Chapter Five
Lillian slipped out of her dress and shoes as soon as they entered the house, marveling at how good it felt to get naked again. Or, maybe, it was the look of approval Brock gave her that had her tingling with pleasure.
“Why don’t you go unpack your clothes while I see what Jean-Luc has in the fridge to warm up for dinner?”
He turned and left her before she could ask who Jean-Luc was, so she assumed he was Brock’s cook. Heading upstairs, she wondered how many people worked for him here at the house and how she was going to feel parading around naked in front of them. When she was with Brock, her nudity didn’t bother her, but there would be times when their schedules didn’t mesh and she would be here without him. She worried about those times most because she didn’t think she’d be comfortable staying nude without him by her side. Still, he had been blatant in the contract about what he expected, and she didn’t want to disappoint him.
Maybe she could hole up in his bedroom when he wasn’t there she thought as she entered the master suite. A big screen television and entertainment center took up one wall with a sectional sofa and small table centered in front of it. There were two dressers, one large masculine one that she assumed was Brock’s and a smaller hutch that he had retrieved the cuffs from the night before. She wondered what else that cabinet held and if he had plans to use them on her.
It didn’t take her long to hang up the suits and dresses she had brought in the space Brock had cleared for her in the huge walk-in closet. Per instructions, she brought no underwear or sleepwear, or even casual clothes. Setting her few toiletries and cosmetics near the second sink, she ran a brush through her hair and clipped it back. She hadn’t had time to straighten it this morning, and the thick mass tended to get frizzy without attending to it.
Not wanting to keep Brock waiting, she went downstairs and followed the hall Brock had pointed to which she assumed led to the kitchen. A wide open entryway from the formal dining area led into the largest kitchen Lillian had ever seen. Grey marble countertops and black appliances were accented with bright red pans hanging from hooks and dishes, towels and small appliances in bright red brightened the entire room, along with the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the spacious backyard.
A small table with room for four chairs but only held two, sat in front of the wi
ndow where Brock was setting a steaming pot that smelled wonderful. A small mat sat on the floor next to the one chair that had a place setting. The idea that she was meant to sit at his feet while he ate suffused her with pleasure. This, she thought with pleasure, was what she wanted, had always desired. To belong to someone totally, completely, her every need, her every pleasure to come from him.
Brock turned to see her eyeing the seating arrangement with a smile, her eyes bright with emotion. He had expected her to balk, at least hesitate and question him, but she did neither. He had had subs before and they were made to sit at his feet at all times, even during meals. None of them had wanted to extend that role playing past a few days, most refused to take it out of the bedroom, which was why he had quit looking for what he wanted. Even though Lillian’s seemingly easy capitulation was everything he had longed for, he had no doubt it wouldn’t last past the next few days, and therefore refused to succumb to his need for more than the fantasy.
“Take it down,” he ordered brusquely, his hand indicating her hair.
Lillian reached up, watched as his eyes followed the movement of her breasts as she pulled the clip from her hair. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t have time to tamp it down with the hair straightener this morning. Now it looks awful.”
“I like it.” It tone was implacable, his wishes all that mattered. “Come here, pet, and sit down. We’ll eat and then I’ll show you around.”
Lillian padded over to him and sat sideways on the mat by his chair as Brock took his seat. He remained quiet during the meal, spoke only to ask her if she was ready for another bite, which he fed to her from his fork. The seafood casserole was delicious as were the homemade rolls, one of which he buttered and simply handed to her to eat on her own.
Lillian found herself leaning casually against his leg, drawing comfort from simply being next to him. She refused to allow thoughts of whether she should be locked in a loony bin for enjoying being treated this way mar her pleasure. All her life she had been searching for someone to belong to, someone to complete her. Her interest in dom/sub relations led her to research on the different lifestyles, different practices, but none of them quite went both the emotional and physical distance that she craved. She could tell by Brock’s attitude that he thought this fetish, this fantasy, would wear thin sooner than later. Given how she felt about him, how she’d been drawn to him from the moment she saw him, and how much pleasure she had derived from being owned by him for just one day, she doubted it. But she wouldn’t allow him to see that, couldn’t afford to give him that much power over her. Not if she wanted to survive this venture with her heart intact.
