Target This

by Lily White

  “Would you like me to fuck you, Autumn? Do you want to know what it’s like to be dominated by a man? This is your chance to think, beautiful, and to back out. It’s a line that, once crossed, can never be uncrossed. Say yes, and I’ll show you both the pain and pleasure of my mouth, my hand and my cock. The decision is yours.”

  Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she seemed to consider my question. I pulled my hand away and her body shivered, her mouth turning to a frown to have lost that simple contact.

  “Yes.” It was said on a whisper, but it was enough to make my dick swell in my pants.

  I stared at her, my eyes attempting to meet her gorgeous blues. They darted left and right and I could tell she was nervous to see what I would do. However, despite her reservations, I had every intent to show her. Her response hadn’t mattered, I would have taken her regardless of whether she’d agreed or not.

  “Then let’s go.”

  Standing from my chair, I walked towards her, grabbing both her hands and holding her steady when I instructed, “Kick off your jeans. You won’t be needing them for where we’re going.”

  She did as she was told and I smiled to see her stubborn refusal slip so easily into submission. She was drunk, she’d lost all inhibition, and she was in the perfect frame of mind for me to begin our game. I intended to study her every reaction, every nuance of her fear. Once she was worked up to a point where the muscles of her body were tense with terror, when her thoughts were paralyzed by her introduction to the labyrinth I created for her, only then would I force myself inside, exhilarating in the beauty of her bound body.

  She stood before me, her breasts covered in lace, silk panties barely covering the apex between her thighs. Letting go of her hands, I allowed my eyes to travel the entire length of her skin, to luxuriate in the milk and honey tones.

  “You’re a work of art.” Looking up into her eyes, I added, “I’ll enjoy this.”

  Bending down to kiss her, I allowed my lips to hover over hers, never quite touching her while allowing the promise of intimacy. She leaned forward just as I pulled back. I smiled.

  “Not yet.” I grabbed her hand again and raised it above her head, spinning her so that she was facing the opposite direction. Pressing myself against her back, I whispered against her ear. “We’ll need to get you ready.”

  She glanced at me from over her shoulder, a smile peeking out from full lips. Her body shivered against me and I glanced into her glazed blue eyes, genuinely sorry for what I was about to do. However, my guilt wasn’t enough to deter me, I’d spent too much time trying to find my victim’s voice and Autumn was the woman who would finally give it to me.

  Tapping her on the ass, I instructed, “Go to my bedroom. On the right, you’ll find a bureau. In the top drawer, there is a set of leather cuffs. I want you to take them out of the drawer and place them on my bed. Once that’s done, I want you to remove your bra and panties and stand by the bed until I get there. Can you do that?”

  “What?” She was both confused and nervous, her voice shaking with disbelief that she’d heard me correctly.

  “If I have to repeat myself, then you’ll pay for it. I told you that once we are on the third floor, what I say goes. You agreed. I can render punishment for indiscretions that occur prior.”

  If she thought she had the opportunity to change her mind now, she was wrong. I’d been pulled from my work, my cock had been taunted with the promise of her warm heat and my mind was intent on gaining everything that she’d promised.

  Leaning down, I pressed my lips against her ear, reveling in the way her body quivered against me, her fear and desire mixing to form a toxic poison in her veins. Her head fell back when I breathed along her neck and whispered, “Do as I say, rabbit, and I promise you, I’ll leave you dripping in the juices of your orgasm. There is a whore inside you waiting to be released. Allow me to be the one to slip the prim and proper skin from your body to reveal the instinctual drive inherent in you to be dominated by a man.”

  Another shiver ran along her spine, a breath sucked in between her teeth and she brought her heavy head up from my shoulder to stumble forward into a life where she would obey my every command. I watched her walk from the room and smiled.

  Finally, after every argument we’d had, after every stubborn refusal she’d lobbed against me, I’d trapped my rabbit in her hole.

  Autumn

  My brain wasn’t functioning. Some small voice inside me kept telling me to stop, to go to bed, to do anything but allow my body to be used for Lucas’ enjoyment, but that voice was smothered by the effects of the wine and my body was so hot, even the small brush of cold wind against my skin had me buckling at the knees. I wanted him. I wanted his hands on my hips, I wanted his mouth on my breasts and I wanted his words whispered into my ear telling me how beautiful I was, how much he desired me, how I was nothing more than the his little whore, a woman enchanted by the darkness that only he could provide.

  It’s funny how alcohol had that effect on me. I’d never been much of a drinker and I didn’t have the tolerance it took to not lose every ounce of my inhibitions. I’d been caught up in the feel of his warm hands against my already heated skin – the awe in his eyes when he watched me undress. I’d fallen victim to the promise of ecstasy provided by his words and his touch.

  I was tired, I was weak and I was fed up with remaining the town’s innocent angel when it got me nowhere but in the line of fire. Fuck them. There was no point in maintaining my pride, my etiquette or my adherence to what the people around me expected of me. I was my own woman. I was a woman who wanted to feel the sting of Lucas’ palm and the heat of his dangerous inferno.

  Maybe I was only doing this because I was drunk … but it felt right and I was so tired of fighting what I wanted.

  It took me several minutes to reach his room. My legs were uncoordinated and my head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds above my shoulders. I laughed at myself as I stumbled up the stairs but I enjoyed the freedom I felt from having removed the binds of society’s expectations.

  Slamming my hand down on the handle, I threw the door open with reckless abandon. It hit against the wall, and I jumped back, turning my head to see if Lucas had seen. When I realized I was alone, my head fell back and I laughed, but when I flipped on the light to his room, my laughter ceased and my unfocused eyes were desperate to take in the majestic feel of the room.

  The walls were painted in a marble texture: light creams, dark coffee and a deep crimson red blended together so perfectly that my eyes could barely keep from following the patterns and lines. In the center of the room was a bed raised off the floor on a platform, stairs leading up to it from either side. It was large enough that I believed at least ten people could comfortably sleep and I wondered if Lucas had intended the size for use with multiple women. The thought had me jealous and turned on at the same time and I breathed out a heavy sigh, nervousness slinking back into my thoughts when I realized that I was out of my league with the man I was about to let transform me. Walking in, my attention was caught by metallic accents through the room that reflected the light from the large iron chandelier that hung in the center of the room. The wood floors were shined to a point where I could see myself, my naked body shaming me for only a second before I pulled my shoulders back, refusing to allow the previous person that I had been to reappear and ruin the moment.

  I struggled to remember his instructions and I glanced at bureaus on both the left and right sides of the wall. What had he said? I couldn’t remember.

  “You’re not where I told you to be.”

  Rough hands wrapped around my wrists from behind. I hadn’t heard him coming, hadn’t noticed his reflection in the mirror when I’d looked between the two bureaus. I startled, losing my footing suddenly, but Lucas was able to keep me from falling.

  His words came out on a growl, his voice deep and menacing when he held his mouth to my ear. “A woman who knows what’s good for her is a woman who follows t
he instructions of her Master. You do not want to displease me, Autumn. I’ve had years to develop punishments that will have you screaming for release. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes.” It came out on a shaky breath, my knees feeling like they would bang together from the tremors running through my legs.

  He released my wrists, but immediately slipped his fingers inside the sides of my panties, releasing them from around my hips so that they could slide down my legs to the floor.

  “Kick them off and turn around so I can look at you.”

  Moving my foot slightly, I was able to slip off the sodden material, pushing them across the floor. I turned with my hands held in front of me, blocking his sight from between my legs.

  “Move your hands, Autumn. This is not a place for insecurities. You are a beautiful woman, a woman that I want to touch, to taste, to conquer and dominate. Hold your body with pride because you are exquisite enough to hold my attention and to make my cock hard. Do not fail this, beautiful. It’s your only chance to save yourself from the punishment I’ve prepared.”

  His words were a warning, but I chose to ignore the menace that ran like a razor edge over their meaning. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes, looking boldly into his as I finally gave in and did as I was told.

  Lucas

  With shaky hands, she finally revealed herself to me fully and I looked over her body slowly, savoring every inch of her skin.

  “Remove your bra.”

  If I hadn’t been so turned on, the sight of her multiple failed attempts at removing the lace from her breasts would have been comical. However, my raging hard-on and my desire to execute my game and bury myself inside her had me on edge and I didn’t have the patience for her intoxicated behavior.

  “Now, Autumn.”

  She jumped again, scared by the force of my command. Focusing her attention on the task, she finally found the clasp. Unhooking it, she pulled the material from her body and allowed it to fall to the floor. I sucked in a breath, not moving or speaking, just staring at the innocent perfection of her figure. I was beside myself in adoration of her form. Blood was pounding through my body, making me harder than I’d ever been before. It was painful and I couldn’t control my need to fuck this beautiful woman until she screamed my fucking name.

  “Come here.”

  She stepped towards me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine and her bottom lip quivering from the fear of the unknown. I knew she’d never been treated like this before and I didn’t care. I wouldn’t go easy on her. She was now on a path from which she would never be released. I was a selfish man, a man unwilling to let my beautiful toy walk away.

  Reaching out, I grabbed her breast with one hand and placed the other hand between her legs. She was dripping already and I had yet to show her what I could do to her body. She moaned as soon as I touched her, her nipple becoming erect beneath my grasp and her legs squeezing together so that my fingers were forced even tighter against her waiting cunt.

  “Please…”

  It was the only word she said, but it was enough to make me laugh.

  “Begging already?” I stepped so close that my body was pressed up against hers, my hands the only things between us. “We’ve just barely started. You have no idea what it really means to beg.”

  Turning my wrist, I forced my thumb over her clit while slipping my middle finger inside her. She staggered and I released her breast to place my hand on her back so she wouldn’t fall. Slowly, methodically, I worked my hand so that my finger slipped just inside, my thumb moving in slow circles. Her legs shook and I walked her back to the bed, releasing her to pick her up and lay her on my bed. Her legs fell apart and my mouth was over her core. Tasting her for the first time had my blood pounding even harder. Her legs were draped over my shoulders and her hands slipped possessively into my hair. I pulled away.

  “No, my beautiful. You may not touch me until I give you permission. In fact, you may not do anything until I say.” My palm slapped against her ass where it hung over the edge of the bed. Her hips bucked forward and her eyes opened for only a second before closing again. I walked away and heard her breathe out a frustrated complaint. Chuckling to myself, I made my way over to the bureau to remove the leather cuffs. When I’d reached the bed again, I pulled her arms down from above her head, placing them one over the other on her stomach. She watched me intently never letting her scared eyes leave the movement of my body or my hands.

  When I went to place the first cuff on her wrist, she jerked her hands way, momentarily hesitant. I grabbed her chin, bending down to bite her lower lip before I said, “Your hands will be bound, whether you like it or not. You had the opportunity to back out. You chose this, beautiful.”

  After once again, placing her hands where I wanted them, I affixed the cuffs, securing her hands in front of her. “There, now you’re ready.”

  Her eyes widened.

  I picked her up from the bed and pulled her along behind me. Walking up the stairs to the third floor was tedious, but when we reached the door that allowed us into the gauntlet, Autumn’s gait had become more sure. I pulled a key from my pocket while balancing her against my arm.

  When the door clicked open, I turned to her, kissing along her neck before speaking in a low voice. “Are you ready?”

  Her head shook ‘no’ even as her lips parted and the word ‘yes’ fell helplessly from them. My mouth covered hers, her breath stolen by the sudden movement. I cupped her breasts, squeezing my hands over the soft flesh until her back arched, her body begging me for more. When I broke away, I grabbed her hips to steady her. “Careful on your feet.” I chuckled while pulling on her cuffs with my finger. “You don’t have the ability to catch yourself if you fall.”

  Her breath shuddered from her lungs. I continued silently staring at her, accessing every movement of her body, every shift of her eyes. Her behavior before and after this game was so important. I couldn’t allow myself to miss one action. If I did, I would lose the benefit of knowing the progression of her thoughts and their expression in her body language.

  I turned, allowing her to walk through the doorway ahead of me. She stepped slowly and I wrapped my hands around her eyes, pressing my chest to her back as I whispered, “Welcome to the gauntlet, my pet.”

  Autumn

  His large hand moved away from my face and I opened my eyes slowly. My breath was knocked from me when I looked down a long hallway that appeared to stretch out forever in front of me. The wallpaper was a busy pattern consisting of blues and reds and there were doors spaced evenly along the walls. No windows ran through the hall and the only lights were the plain bulbs that were hung from the ceiling above the doors.

  Lucas stepped around me until his back was facing the hallway. “I’m going to take you to one of my favorite rooms. Once we are there, I’m going to leave you for a few moments in order to get myself prepared. I don’t like to play while dressed in a suit.”

  When I failed to respond, he smiled and took my hands, leading me down the hallway. It was disorienting because of the repeated pattern that ran its length. Everything was evenly spaced – side tables, small mirrors - nothing to help a person judge distance or location. The wine that ran though my veins didn’t help me either. The pattern on the wall played with my eyes and I felt sick to my stomach to look at it. We reached the end of the hall and Lucas turned right and again, the hallway was exactly the same.

  “What is this place?”

  “This place is my home.” He stopped and turned to look at me. Placing a single finger over my lips, he grinned mischievously. “There’s a reason why I don’t let people wander this floor. It’s very easy to get lost and I promise you that there are rooms you’d rather not accidentally stumble upon.”

  He continued walking, and after a few minutes, we’d taken so many turns, I’d forgotten the exact pattern. Eventually, he found another small hall and led me to the door at the end. Pulling the key from his pocket again, he quickly unlocked the door
and opened it to let me see inside.

  I gasped to see that the room was completely empty except for a chandelier in the center. However, there was barely any light because the bulbs flickered like fire rather than lighting up fully to illuminate the room.

  “Do you like it?”

  I shook my head, not understanding what he intended to do in this room. I’d assumed there’d be a bed or a couch, something he could use to lay me down. His hand softly pushed me inside; however, he remained in the hallway. I turned to look at him questioningly and he smiled.

  “I have to go get ready. I want you to stand in the center of this room. Do not move, do not explore, and whatever you do, DO NOT walk the halls or enter other rooms. There are things here that can and WILL hurt you. Where I’m leaving you is the only safe place.”

  He shut the door and I noticed that he didn’t close it hard enough for it to latch. I listened as his steps disappeared down the hall. Blowing out a frustrated breath, I walked on unsteady legs to the center of the room to stand and wait for him as he’d requested.

  Minutes ticked by, one after the other and the room was so silent my own blood pounded like thunder in my ears. Time passed, and then more, and more. My legs were tired and I grew lightheaded from having stood in the same place and same position for who knew how long. I listened for Lucas to return, but after waiting for what felt like forever, he still hadn’t come back. I listened intently for sound in the hallway outside the door, but there was nothing.

  I didn’t know if he would be angry if I sat down, but I had no choice. My legs cramped and I carefully lowered myself to the floor using my bound hands. At the same time my bottom touched the cold wood floor, the lights in the room went out.

  It was pitch black darkness. There was a trace of light, nothing which I could see that revealed where the four walls were in the room. I held my hands out in front of me, waiting to see if my eyes would adjust to the complete lack of light. It took several minutes, but I could finally make out darker shadows, which I assumed were my hands.