by Wane, BJ
Brock’s face paled as he strode angrily towards her and examine the offending blemish. A quick glance from the stove told the story and he started to berate Jean-Luc for allowing her near it when Lillian touched his arm, stopping him.
“Please. It was my fault for not paying attention and it’s just a minor burn. It feels better already.”
“Why didn’t you put on the apron?” he asked, pointing to the object in question.
“Apparently you neglected to give her permission.” Jean-Luc simply raised an eyebrow when Brock glared at him.
Brock closed his eyes as remorse filled him. Jean-Luc was right. Lillian was his responsibility. He had agreed to see to her every need when she agreed to his ownership, giving up all rights. “I’m sorry pet. Let me put something on that.”
Brock grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter, catching her wince as he did so. “What’s wrong?” he asked sharply, wondering if she had gotten burned somewhere else.
Lillian felt her blush cover her face and spread down her neck as she avoided eye contact with both men. “Nothing, I’m fine,” she mumbled.
“God dammit, Lil, do not lie to me. I asked you what was wrong?” It was obvious she was hurting somewhere other than her breast and her refusal to tell him only fueled his anger over his neglect.
Lillian glanced ashamedly at Jean-Luc before muttering, “I’m just a little sore…you know…there from the last few nights.”
It took a moment for comprehension to dawn, but when it did both men caught her meaning simultaneously. Jean-Luc glared at Brock, turned and retrieved a jar from a cabinet and thrust it at him. “Aloe Vera ointment. It soothes burns and chaffed areas. Use it on both.” Turning back to the stove, he continued seeing to breakfast, giving Brock the cold shoulder.
Brock could kick himself. She was new to anal sex and he had taken her there for the last six nights without thought to her comfort. “I’m sorry, pet. You should have said something sooner.” Dipping his finger into the salve, he spread some on the nickel size grease burn on her breast, grateful that the redness was diminishing already. Lifting her feet he propped them on the counter instructing her to lean back.
Lillian forgot her embarrassment when Brock eased a salve covered finger into her sore anus, the relief almost instantaneous as he slowly rubbed the salve into her tight hole. With a moan, she spread her knees wider and let her head fall back, and when Brock’s mouth covered her pussy, she completely forgot about Jean-Luc altogether.
Brock ran his lips then his tongue over her soft folds before delving between them and lapping up her juices as he continued soothing her asshole with his well lubed finger. Eager to make his neglect up to her, he gladly gave her leave to come. He hadn’t allowed her leave to orgasm all week and at his insistence, she came apart, crying out, bucking against his face and he lapped up her release and continued to suckle her clit. That little bud was swollen, red and in dire need of attention, which he gladly heaped upon it.
Both of them ignored Jean-Luc when he muttered, “Why on my counter? You’ve got a fucking room for this nonsense.”
Brock lifted his mouth from Lil’s pussy long enough to grin over his shoulder at the man who had always been more of a father to him than his own father. “Do you and mom only fuck in your room?” he asked innocently.
Jean-Luc gave him a mock smile, but his eyes twinkled with mirth and appreciation. “Mind your manners, son, and hurry up. Breakfast is ready.”
Brock turned back to Lillian’s spread thighs. “Her breakfast is better than yours.”
Lillian giggled and then moaned as Brock latched back onto her clit and sucked hard, throwing her into another orgasm so hard and so fast she saw stars as she exploded once again in his mouth. By the time he pulled away, both were sweaty, panting heavily and now eager for Jean-Luc’s breakfast. Lillian sat on her mat, surprised that her anus didn’t bother her at all and ate every bite Brock fed her before taking another quick shower.
She was an hour late getting into the office, but seeing the relaxed, smiling look on Brock’s face when she left, was worth making a new client wait. When she got back to Brock’s home and found him there, waiting to spend a quiet evening at home with her, the long, tiring day she had just put in was shoved aside. He let her pick the movie, gave her control after feeding her his cock and allowed her to pleasure him at her leisure. Lillian took advantage of this boon and spent almost an hour worshipping his cock and balls, bringing him to the edge of climax again and again, only to pull back and make him wait. She smiled at his curses of frustration and wondered at his change of heart. When she finally relented, as anxious to taste his come as he was to spend it, she damn near climaxed herself, especially when he gripped her hair tightly and thrust deep into her throat as he exploded.
When they finally went upstairs for the night, Lillian held her breath in anxiety, but when he simply crawled in with her and slid between her legs, she sighed in relief and then soon after, in pleasure as they came together.
Brock’s guilt over causing Lillian pain and discomfort by his neglect made him realize he really didn’t want to run her off. If they only had a month together, now just two weeks, he’d be a fool not to take this fantasy to the heights he would want to expose a woman to who submitted completely to him without a contract that signified an eventual end to their relationship. The last woman who swore she loved him so much she wanted to give him that ultimate power, that ultimate control, of being owned completely by him, he had moved in with him. Even though she had been his sub for several months and he had explained the additional requirements he would demand as is live-in sub, she scarcely lasted two weeks, the last week a battle of wills and tears.
Lillian had taken, embraced and endured his every demand, his every selfish whim with showing no sign of giving in. She seemed to thrive on making him happy, gained pleasure through his, which is exactly what he, in his self-centered arrogant way, had always demanded from a woman, someone whose pleasure came solely from his own. When Lil had conveyed that desire in her fantasy, he had been disbelieving, but his attraction to her had been so strong, he had allowed himself the chance to experience the pleasure of her submission and her body for as long as it lasted, never dreaming it would last this long, let alone the full four weeks.
Brock rose Friday morning determined to make the most of whatever time Lillian allotted him, and shoved the worry of coping without her after the next two weeks aside. With a swat on her delectable ass, he hauled her out of bed, washed her, bent her over the bed, whipped her with his belt, fucked her hard and then sent her off after breakfast with an anticipatory grin.
“Have a good day, pet. I’ll see you at the club tonight.”
Lillian didn’t question his good mood, just basked in his happiness and looked forward to the weekend as it was obvious he had something up his sleeve.
Saturday Lillian had several showings which took up most of the day, something Brock wasn’t too happy about but didn’t interfere with, which she was grateful for. While succumbing to his every wish and demand at home had proven easy for her to do, probably because she wanted to so bad, she had no desire to give up control of the business she had worked so hard for. By the time she returned to Brock’s estate it was after five and he was waiting impatiently for her.
“Hurry and shower if you need to,” he said by way of a greeting as he ushered her upstairs after she had stripped. “I have plans for tonight. A surprise for you.”
Thinking of the vibrator he had used on her last night, Lillian grinned mischievously. “I like your surprises, Master.”
Brock swatted her ass, and not in a playful manner even though he was grinning. “Hurry up.”
“I just need to freshen up.”
Ten minutes later, dressed in the sheer black shift and leather collar, Brock escorted her out to the car where Richard was waiting and ready for them. Being Saturday night, the club was crowded and Lillian sat alone for an hour before he had time to br
ing their dinner and sit briefly with her before being called away again. When a good portion of the crowd started heading upstairs, he led her by the leash to the elevators and up to the third floor.
Lillian’s heart tripped with excitement as they entered an observation room that held a large, king sized four poster bed and nothing else. Silently, Brock removed the shift and leash and guided her onto the bed where he attached her wrists to the top posts, spreading her arms out wide. Lifting her right knee, he then attached a wide leather strap around her thigh, and, pulling her knee open, attached it to a strap on the side of the bed. When he had her left leg bent and secured in the same manner she was completely open, her hips elevated, her pussy and anus on display to the audience.
Brock leaned over her and asked, “How do you like that, pet? Being spread open, your pretty pink cunt clearly visible as well as that enticing back hole.”
Brock’s eyes and face reflected his own pleasure and lust at her exposed state, which heightened Lillian’s arousal. “Your pleasure is what matters, Master.”
“You’re absolutely right, pet. And, right now, it will be my pleasure to watch you come by these two ladies hands and mouths.”
Lillian turned her startled gaze to see two naked women enter the room. In all the scenarios that she had turned over in her mind today about what Brock had planned for her tonight, this was not one of them. Looking back at Brock, she was relieved to see him settled on a chair beside the bed, his eyes filled with heated lust as each of the women sat at her sides.
“Come all you want, pet. That would please me.”
Lillian thought she would be unable to relax enough to come numerous times with two women, but she was quickly shown how wrong she was. Both women were attractive, near her own age, with small breasts and long legs. Their blonde hair cemented them
as what she would consider every man’s fantasy. When the one on her right leaned over and kissed her on the lips, her mouth soft and wet, Lillian moaned at the sensual contact, accepting her tongue with ease. This was the first kiss she had received on the mouth since Brock had accepted her application and the unaccustomed pleasure of it was only marred by the fact that was the one thing Brock had not shared with her.
Lillian’s lips clung to hers as her body came alive under four hands. Her breasts were kneaded simultaneously, her nipples rolled, pulled and pinched until she was bucking in her restraints. When both their lips latched onto her nipples, sucking voraciously, she shook with the dual pleasure, her cream dripping out of her vulnerably exposed pussy and down her crack. Her gaze glanced quickly at her audience, then just as quickly dismissed them as unimportant and moved to her Master. Brock had opened his slacks and released his cock and balls into his hand, his eyes hot with lust on her. He never stripped completely except at home, usually in his room. She was irrationally glad he saved the pleasure of adoring his complete nudity for her alone.
With his eyes on her and both her nipples being tormented at the same time, Lillian was helpless to prevent the climax that ripped through her, startling everyone, including herself, with it’s unexpected peak. Jerking against the ties, she rode it out, her cunt spasming emptily until she lay panting in stunned stupor.
“That was beautiful, pet,” Brock praised her while rubbing his thumb over his seeping slit, spreading his juices around the mushroom head.
Lillian licked her lips, longing to taste him yet again, but her attention was quickly diverted from that treat when Brock reached down and came up with a dual dildo, one long and wide and the other shorter and a lot narrower. When he handed it over to the woman on her right, Lillian felt completely helpless for the first time.
The other woman took her mind off that unpleasant feeling when she kissed her way down her stomach to her exposed pussy. Slowly, she ran her tongue from Lillian’s anus and up her slit before repeating the gesture again, and then again. Lillian was staring down at her, panting with need and arousal, unable to keep from thrusting her hips in her face, especially after she buried her mouth in her pussy. With fingers and mouth, she quickly, and with expertise, brought Lillian to another climax. With the tremors still coursing through her from that one, the other woman replaced her friend’s mouth with the dildo, sliding it smoothly into her still grasping cunt and clenching ass.
Lillian watched her fuck her with the dildo, the wet slurping of the dildo moving in and out of her soaking cunt sounded loud in the other wise quiet room. When the other woman moved to bend over Brock’s lap, taking his cock into her mouth, Lillian jerked in unwarranted jealousy.
That was her cock she was sucking, was her first thought, but when she saw Brock’s attention on her, on her splayed crotch, and his face consumed with heated pleasure, she soon thrust that emotion aside. He was happier than she had seen him since they first started living out her fantasy, and if this scenario was the cause of that, then she was happy also.
The woman was as adept at applying the double dildo as her partner was with her mouth, angling it perfectly over her clit with each stroke as her fingers plucked at her nipples. Lillian felt another climax building and she was unable to do anything but ride out the storm, allow the waves to crash over her and consume her once again.
Gasping, still shaking with the exertion of her release, she barely noticed when Brock grabbed the woman sucking his cock by the hair, pulling her off him. But his words gained her full attention and filled her with pride and pleasure as he said, “Sorry, sweetheart, my come is only for my pet.”
Holding his wet cock, Brock rose then kneeled over her face. Lifting her head, he instructed, “Open.”
Lillian gladly complied, opened her mouth and sighed pleasurably as he ejaculated without further delay down her throat. As he held her head up, she drank greedily from him, swallowing every precious drop, keeping her lips tight around him, sealing him in, wondering how she was ever going to survive without this pleasure in the future.
Chapter Ten
Brock fed Lillian breakfast in bed the next morning before then going through their usual routine of bathing, whipping and fucking. He had stopped denying her orgasms temporarily, giving her leave to come whenever she wanted until further notice and as long as it was in his presence. He found his own pleasure was heightened seeing hers, participating in hers. Brock then left her to her own devises to attend his monthly golf game with several of his friends of similar sexual pursuits and lifestyles.
It was early afternoon by the time he returned to find his pet sleeping on the patio in one of the plush loungers. She looked relaxed and sexy as hell with one arm resting across her waist and her other hand lying casually over her bare mound. With her legs slightly spread and knees slightly bent, she was a picture of innocent sexual delight, one that had his cock lifting in a salute. Dropping his shorts, he strolled outside and pulled a chair up to the foot of the lounge where he had an excellent view of his property.
The knowledge that she belonged solely to him, albeit temporarily, still had the power to shake him. In the past few weeks he had failed to discover what it was about her that made her so different from all the other women that had come and gone in his life. His instant attraction he had put down to lust, but after having her repeatedly, his lust hadn’t abated as expected, but only increased with each passing day.
She was attractive in a girl next door type of way with her bright red hair, freckles and expressive blue eyes, but when she looked at him with such pleasure, her body convulsing in the throes of an orgasm, she was stunning. And when she admitted, somewhat shyly still, that her pleasure came from pleasing him, her eyes glowed with the truth of those words, her nipples hardened and her pussy creamed giving further testament of her devotion.
Now that he had decided to embrace the time they had left instead of trying to drive her away, Brock was finding he was enjoying her complete submission and devotion even more than he had ever suspected. The fear of where he would be when she left was still there, just put aside temporarily for both their sakes.
Lillian moaned in her sleep and her fingers moved slightly over her rapidly dampening folds. Brock caressed his cock slowly, enjoying watching her and stimulating himself. When her eyes opened groggily a few moments later and saw him masturbating, a slow, sensual smile blossomed as her fingers continued to lightly stroke her pussy.
“Hi.”
Her husky greeting caused his balls to tighten, his cock to jerk and seep. “Spread your legs further, pet. Let me see you pleasure yourself.”
Lillian, still slightly drowsy from napping in the warm, humid afternoon, languidly spread her knees, exposing herself more fully to his heated gaze. His hand wrapped around his cock excited her and as he fisted himself slowly, she spread her lips open with one hand before dipping two fingers into her sopping pussy. She shuddered at the instant pleasure, the heat and wetness of her inner walls latching onto her invading digits in welcome. Her nipples tightened, aching for stimulation, her eyes remained glued to Brock’s cock as his eyes remained on her pussy. Together they pleasured themselves, their breathing escalating with each caress, their hips jerking in tandem to those caresses.
Lillian, having less control than her master, came first, her climax causing her to cry out as it shook her from head to toe, enveloping all her senses. She thrust her fingers repeatedly in and out, her thumb concentrating on her swollen, aching clit as her hips jerked in rhythm with her convulsions. When she finally settled down and opened her eyes again, Brock was still caressing his cock, but his face was strained with the effort of holding back. Lillian’s fingers were soothing her pulsing flesh as she watched him, waiting to see his climax.
“Come here pet.” Brock needed to feel that wet pink flesh surrounding him as he came, needed to fill her womb with his seed instead of his hand.
Lillian rose shakily and went to him. Straddling his lap, she rested her hands on his broad shoulders and slowly lowered herself onto him, closing her eyes and letting the pleasure of having him fill her move over her, something that never ceased to lessen or amaze her.
