by Sara Fields
I wouldn’t, no matter what he did to me.
Chapter 5
I probably shouldn’t have pushed him, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wouldn’t just bend over and obey him simply because he demanded it.
He rounded his desk, moving toward me casually, but I knew how dangerous he was now. Slowly he shrugged off his suit jacket and I noticed that he was no longer wearing the shirt I’d soaked in wine. He’d changed somewhere in the midst of the choosing of my wedding dress and I hadn’t noticed. I chewed my lip, trying to figure out what his intentions were other than to punish me or remind me of his power over me right now. His face didn’t appear angry, but in control, which was the most terrifying thing of all. He started to walk faster, and I turned to run, but he reached for me and grabbed me by the back of the neck. My retribution was swift as he slid his fingers into the hair at the base of my scalp. He pulled hard, wrenching my head back in the process and forcing me to look at him.
His smile was wicked as he pushed me down, never letting go of my hair as he did so. I cried out, cruel agony blossoming across my scalp with wild abandon. It stung brightly for several seconds before it faded just slightly, radiating down my spine, and settling deep in my persistently throbbing core.
I struggled a bit and went to push his hands off my head, but he very quickly undid his tie and swung me around. He let go of my hair and I was a bit shellshocked as he wound the long piece of cloth around my wrists. He bound my hands behind my back securely and when I finally remembered myself and tried to pull my arms away, it was already far too late.
I made a soft crying sound, unable to stop the way it exposed my fear and rapidly escalating arousal.
He gripped my hair once more and very roughly forced me to my knees. I was grateful for the soft carpet beneath me as I rushed to balance myself. His tie was secure behind me, holding my arms captive and out of the way for however he planned to teach me obedience. I stared up at him and him down at me.
If there was ever a moment when I felt his power, this was it.
“Grayson, please,” I began, and he shook his head.
He reached down and unclasped his belt. I swallowed hard, anticipating another thrashing with the dreaded leather strap, but he didn’t pull it out. He unbuttoned his slacks and slowly lowered the zipper. I kept looking from his face down to his pelvis, very nervously waiting to find out what would come next.
If he wanted me to suck his cock, I had no qualms about biting it off.
“Don’t,” I warned as he pushed down his gray underwear.
“You will keep your eyes on my cock, little girl, or else that bare little pussy is going to get another hard spanking. I was gentle before. I can always spank it hard enough to make you cry,” he warned, and a squeak escaped me.
I dropped my eyes as my pussy clenched down tight and I looked at his cock for the very first time.
Oh. Fuck.
He was the biggest man I’d ever seen. There was no doubt in my mind that sex with him would be painful. I didn’t know if I could take something that size and I clamped my lips shut, knowing that I really couldn’t take all of him in my mouth. I swallowed hard and stared at that hard thing, taking note of the enormous ridge surrounding the head and the thick veins to either side. At the tip, there was a single drop of pre-cum, and he gathered it with his finger before he gripped the thick length. I squirmed nervously.
What was he up to?
He stroked himself, gliding his fingers up and down slowly and I found that I couldn’t tear my eyes away even if I wanted to. With my hands bound, I teetered back and forth and his hand at the back of my head squeezed tighter, pulling my hair a bit harder and I moaned softly as I stared back at him. My pussy was soaking wet and the both of us knew it. I focused on the hard length of his cock, not because he told me to, but because I wanted to.
What would he feel like sliding inside me? Would it hurt as much as I thought it would? Would I like that it did? I didn’t know.
I found myself wondering what he might taste like on my tongue, and I hated myself for even thinking it in the first place. He started moving his fingers faster, up and down, up and down. I never took my gaze away because he just seemed to grow larger and harder before my very eyes.
Grayson Asher had it all. Looks. Money. A huge cock. And now me.
He stroked his cock a bit faster and just when I thought he was close, he paused and edged his hips forward.
“I can still see your wetness drying on your cheek here, my proud girl,” he taunted. Without warning, he moved closer to my face and slapped me with his cock. The weight of it was jarring, the heat of his cock like a branding iron against my flesh. Embarrassed, I tried to pull away but then he did it again on the other side. His hold on the back of my head didn’t allow me to escape him and he gripped it tighter in a show of rough force that left me gasping for air.
His cock only seemed to get harder.
“Do you see how hard you make me, Zoe?” he purred, and I chewed my lip. I didn’t want to answer, but he knew that I knew all the same.
“Yes,” I finally whispered, and he cleared his throat. When I didn’t say what he wanted, he cuffed my cheek with the flat of his palm. It didn’t hurt, but it was more than enough to send a message that made my pussy clench down with need.
“Yes, sir,” I mewled quietly.
“Good girl,” he answered, and a lightning bolt of pleasure raced straight down to my clit. I hadn’t expected that, and I hesitantly glanced up at him just quick enough to see a look of obvious affection pass over his features before I remembered myself and looked back down at his cock.
It was so very hard for me.
He stroked himself more vigorously and I licked my lips. I didn’t have to peer up at him to see if he was watching my reactions. I knew that he was. I could feel his filthy gaze and that made my body heat even further.
I squirmed a little bit on my knees, wondering what he was going to do next. He stroked himself for a time before slapping my face with his cock again. He took his time, probably enjoying the way I was fidgeting. I hoped he didn’t know how wet I was for him, but somewhere deep inside there that a deranged part of me that realized that he probably did.
Eventually though, he started stroking himself with increased vigor, faster and faster until at long last he groaned. I stared at his cock, knowing he was close. I tried to pull back and when he didn’t allow it, it soon became clear what was happening.
He was going to come on my face.
I tried to get up in a panic, but his grip was firm and with my hands bound behind my back, it was far more difficult than I thought it would be. I staggered and he roughly forced me back down as his hand moved up and down his cock, faster and faster until I watched the first spurt of cum propel toward me. At the last second, I closed my eyes, feeling one hot lash of it after the next on my cheek, on my chin and my lips, and on my forehead.
By the time he was finished, his seed coated my face, hot and sticky and wet. I swallowed hard, freezing as it began to dribble down my cheek. A soft, mortified whine surrounded me, and I could do nothing to stop it. My entire focus was narrowed in on his cock and his cum on my face. Nothing else mattered right then. I didn’t know if I should be mortified, if he wanted to debase me, but his smile was warm and indicated that he wasn’t thinking anything like that. Instead, he was staring down at me with open admiration and blatant pride, and I swallowed hard. Did he like this? Did I?
“I’ve imagined this moment for a long time, sweet bride, and it’s even more perfect than I could have ever hoped for,” he said softly, and I pressed my lips together, feeling a heated blush billow over my cheeks. I wavered back and forth on my knees, feeling every drop as it began to cool on my skin. I hummed quietly with shame, kneeling before him with his cum pelted all over my face. I looked up at him again, knowing what I saw the first time and needing to see it again just to believe it.
The look of pride in his eyes nearly did me in.
/> He released my hair and drew it underneath my chin. He lifted my head a bit higher, admiring me as he did so. I swallowed hard, trying to grapple with the reluctant arousal surging inside me and the feelings of want and need and adoration that seemed to be flowing freely from him to me.
I didn’t understand it, but I’d never felt more beautiful in my life than I did for him just then.
My heartbeat began to slow to a normal pace as he tucked himself back inside his slacks. I was vaguely disappointed to see him put his cock away, but as his thumb stroked up and down my cheek, I found myself enjoying that too. I liked it so much that I leaned into it just to feel it a bit more.
“Are you ready to shower for me now or would you like your bridal pictures taken with my cum all over your face?”
I nearly squeaked in surprise and abject shame.
I swallowed hard and opened my lips, only to have a drop of his seed drip into my mouth. I closed it, too curious not to taste him. It was bitter, but not in a bad way. As his seed spread across my tongue, more flavors followed. There was a salty sweetness that came out in the end, and I haphazardly licked my lips in hopes of tasting more of him. I wasn’t disappointed.
He knelt down in front of me, studying me and I blushed hard knowing he’d seen what I’d just done.
“Make your choice, Zoe. Do you want our pictures taken this way?” he pressed. With his thumb, he smeared a little of it across my cheek. It felt so taboo that I bit the inside of my lip to keep from crying out.
“No, sir,” I said, forcing myself to answer. I was ashamed to be wearing his seed, but that wasn’t all of it. No. I was even more embarrassed because I kind of liked it.
“Will you take a shower now?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered hotly, feeling my pussy spasm as his hand slinked back into my hair. Roughly, he lifted me up that way and I struggled to stand at first until I used what was left of my strength to propel myself up. I almost lost my balance, but he was there to catch me. Once I was standing, he carefully turned me around and freed my hands.
“There’s my good girl,” he whispered, and I bit my lip hard at his praise. He’d called me his. Why did I like that and why had something so simple cause my clit to throb so hard?” I turned my head and I refused to think about it anymore. I wouldn’t. This wasn’t romance.
This was possession.
His hand settled on my lower back and gently pushed me forward. I took one shaky step followed by another, both hating and liking the way each one jostled the cum spattered across my face. He didn’t say anything more about it, leaving me to struggle with my shame in silence. We walked through his apartment, down the hall, and into the master bedroom together and I tried to figure out some way out of this. There wasn’t anything for me to even grasp at. I was trapped with him up here and there didn’t seem to be any way out.
Once we reached the bathroom, I walked inside only to see Grayson waiting by the door. I looked back at him, hopeful that he might leave and let me shower in peace but that didn’t seem to be the case. He shook his head slowly, as if he could read my mind and I turned away, feeling my face heat with shame.
He was going to stay and watch me.
For a minute, I stood still, unsure of myself. Did I want him to see me naked? Did I even really have a choice? With a sigh, I stared at the marble tile beneath my feet and realized that I really didn’t. There was little doubt in my mind that he would parade me around looking exactly like this if I didn’t obey him and take a shower and he’d probably find some way to make it even more mortifying for me in the end. It would just be easier to strip and shower with him watching. He’d already seen my bare bottom and everything in between my legs. What difference did it make if he saw my breasts too?
I reached for the buttons of my shirt and slowly undid them. His gaze was glued to me as I shrugged it off my shoulders, revealing my lacey pink bra underneath. I blushed deeply as I reached behind my back and unclipped it, stalling for a moment before I slid that off too. It took everything in me not to cover my breasts. They were fuller than I’d like, and I’d been teased for them many times in the past, but when I flicked my gaze toward him for a moment, I saw nothing but raw appreciation.
With a single glance, he made me feel beautiful.
I swallowed hard. I don’t know why I felt that way, and I ignored it as I reached around and unzipped my skirt. Fully naked now, I stood tall, trying to feel proud even with his cum still drying on my face. Unable to bear it any longer, I opened the door and walked inside the massive glassed-in balcony shower. I turned several handles and instantly, a soft warm spray rained down on me. I gasped as the water embraced me, feeling a series of goosebumps rise up and down my flesh.
I looked up into the rain shower and rinsed off my face. I must have stood under that spray for at least five minutes before I even moved a muscle. I lifted my hands to wipe the water out of my eyes, finding that I’d successfully cleaned him off my face. I’m not sure why, but an odd sense of disappointment followed that realization and I sighed, swallowing hard and trying to ignore that unfamiliar part of me. I heard a noise behind me, and I jerked my head back toward him. I had thought he was just going to watch me, but I saw that he was unbuttoning his shirt too. He laid it carefully on the counter and smirked at me devilishly.
His chest looked like it was carved out of rock. There were a few magazines that he’d posed for with his shirt unbuttoned a little bit of the way and I’d looked at those more than once, but seeing his full naked torso was something else entirely. He spent some serious time taking care of his body, both in the gym and in the kitchen and I took a few seconds to really admire the view.
I turned away and reached for a bottle of shampoo, but I couldn’t keep myself from glancing back from time to time to look at the seriously handsome man behind me. He caught me looking on several occasions and I could hardly contain my embarrassment at my wandering eyes. I stiffened when he joined me in the shower, but he moved to one side while I remained on the other. He didn’t reach out to touch me and that made my pussy pulse with want.
I looked out the window off of the balcony, trying to see if anyone was looking in the shower to see me beside the infamous Grayson Asher, but I saw no one. Before too much time passed, the windows started to steam up and I hoped that it would be enough to hide my nakedness if anyone happened to look up here.
I glanced back at him, and he caught me looking again, only this time I happened to glance straight down at his cock. It was hard again, and I gasped softly before tearing my eyes away and focusing back on washing my hair. I roughly massaged the shampoo into my scalp, making sure to clean it very thoroughly before I allowed myself to rinse. He moved by my side, and I glanced back at him, only to see him lazily dragging his fingers up and down the erect length of his cock.
How the hell was he already hard, again?
He squirted a bit of shampoo into his palm and started to wash his hair, but I still couldn’t look away from his thick cock. When I could finally manage, I washed my face with soap this time, making sure that not even a drop of his cum was left on my skin.
Why did I keep looking at him? Why couldn’t I just focus on myself?
My needy little clit pulsed. I did my best to ignore it, but the warm water on my skin was intoxicating and it did little to alleviate the raging desire within me. I needed release in a big way, but I wasn’t sure how I wanted it. I glanced back at his really hard and far too enormous cock, trying not to think about what it would feel like sinking deep into my pussy.
“Do you like what you see, my pretty bride?” he asked, and I whipped my head back into the shower spray, trying to hide the rampant flush that heated my cheeks and knowing that I probably hadn’t.
To be honest, I did like what I saw, but I wasn’t going to tell him. His head was already big enough. I focused on soaping up a loofah as he finished showering beside me, trying to do anything to keep my mind off of the iron spike between his legs that I desperately w
anted to make use of. After a few more minutes, I heard him move beside me. His finger brushed against my bottom, and I jumped a little, before biting back a cry at the tenderness of that touch.
“Your bottom is still bright red, little girl,” he murmured, and my pussy clenched down hard. “I can even see the marks from my belt,” he added while his fingers just barely danced across my wet naked skin. I shuddered hard as electricity sizzled through me from his touch.
I shouldn’t like that he spanked me. It shouldn’t be making me this aroused, but even in my denial, my clit throbbed hard almost as if it was calling for him to take me. I didn’t say it, but as he turned away and climbed out of the shower, there was a tiny zing of disappointment that he hadn’t touched me there, that he hadn’t made me orgasm for him.
“Be a good girl for me and enjoy the rest of your shower. You are not allowed to come,” he warned, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the heated water pouring over my face. I didn’t want him to know just how much I wanted to reach between my thighs and take care of that pesky desire myself.
The shower door closed behind him, and I managed to gather enough bravery to glance in his direction as he walked away so that I could get my first real look at the flawlessness of his ass.
Good God. It was magnificent.
It was round and so firm that I wanted to grab a handful of it myself. As if he knew what I was up to, he looked back and winked at me rather diabolically and just when I thought I couldn’t, I blushed all the harder.
Asshole. Cocky, arrogant, handsome, gloriously perfect, and far too fucking hot bastard.
He shouldn’t intrigue me. I should hate everything he stood for. I shouldn’t want to fuck him senseless. Something was seriously wrong with me.
