by Cee Smith
I didn’t say anything, didn’t move, I just waited to see how she would respond. Her breathing was deep and even, and she tensed up upon my perusal of her body. I wish it were summer so I could peel the clothes off her back and fuck her on the floor of the living room. I wanted her shaking from my relentless pounding, not the cold racking her body. Tingles began pacing the length of my spine while I thought of her lips wrapped around me, the heat of her body pressed against me. Her eyes flared like fireworks on the fourth of July as she trailed down to see the slight tent in my pants.
“Can I interest you in something?” I smiled at her. The first real smile I’d shown her all day.
“You’re a fucking pig. You disgust me.”
I took a step forward. Just one. The sound of my boot tapping against the hardwood floor made her flinch. I took another slow step forward, watching her body as each step led me closer to her. She looked so fragile with the way her body closed in on itself, shuffling backwards until she was pushed up against the door. Her shaking arms flung out in front of her.
“Stay back.” Her voice was just as shaky as her delicate limbs. I felt like an animal sniffing fear in the air—she was drenched in it, and it did something to me. Yes, I needed her, but I also wanted her, and I always got what I wanted. She would be no different. I’d seen the way she looked at me earlier, the other day, the first time she saw my face. It was what drove me to touch her, kiss her, what justified my reasons for taking her. Clema told me to give it some time, but I couldn’t tell how much time was too much time.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a virgin look at me the way you just did. Maybe I had the wrong assumption about you being a virgin?” I couldn’t help taunting her. I loved watching her react, all the huffing and puffing. How her cheeks burst with a flash of pink that ran from one cheek, across the bridge of her nose, onto the other cheek. She looked like a little ball of fire ready to burst, and the fire in her excited me. My little spitfire.
As I approached closer, she backed further into the living room, allowing me space to circle her, but I stayed at arm’s length so she didn’t lash out at me. I didn’t want to have to put her in her place just yet. She whipped around in circles every time I approached her back. It was kind of cute how she thought she could protect herself from me. I was twice her size and had clearly proven that I could do whatever I wanted with her body.
“Maybe I’m not. Is that what this is about? You want a virgin? Well, you might be thoroughly disappointed once you find out I’m not.” Shaking my head I responded, “Tsk. Tsk. You’re too innocent to be a good liar. I know more about you than can be read on some piece of paper.” I reached for the hair hanging over the front of her shoulder, but she pushed my hand away before I could touch a lock of it.
“Although, there is one way for us to find out, but we’ve got some time,” I said with a smile before continuing, “Your lunch is getting cold. Don’t forget about the times I told you to be down here.” I touched the bottom of her chin briefly before walking down the hall.
“Clema, I’ll be having lunch in my office,” I said as I passed Clema just outside the dining room.
“Of course, sir. And Hailey—”
“I told her the times to be down here for her meals. She will eat at the dining room table, unless I specify otherwise. You are to tell me if she misses or is late for any meals.”
“But sir…”
“No buts. She hasn’t even been here a week, and she’s already acting a little too comfortable around me. I don’t like it.”
I couldn’t exactly explain that in some ways I did like her comfortableness. The thought of her imagining this as her home excited me. But I knew Hailey was listening to every word uttered between Clema and me. While I admired her fire, I didn’t want Hailey to overstep her boundaries. Not yet anyway.
I turned my back and continued down the hall to the office opposite the downstairs guest bedroom. Hailey was making me lose my mind, or was it lost before she arrived? She was like something sweet placed in a cage in front of me, taunting me to taste, while I watched salivating. With the cage finally open, I didn’t want to devour her immediately. I wanted to take my time with her.
After lunch was brought in, I was able to get a couple things done in between bouts of thinking of a certain blonde clad in only that chunky knit sweater and some knee-high socks spread out across my desk. I closed my laptop and locked the office door, taking up a seat on the couch adjacent to the large desk. I settled in, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants, until I was fisting my thick cock, rigid within my palm.
I thought of every way to defile and debase her, to sink her to my sick perversions until she was screaming for them. Until I had her tied up begging me to plow into her, through her. I flexed my grip harder, thinking about how tight she would be. And those eyes. I could come just thinking about the look she gave me earlier. She could devour me with those eyes. My head swam, imagining her on her knees with that look. I hissed through mashed teeth, head thrown back against the clammy leather. The flash of her mouth frozen in the darkness behind my eyelids was like nirvana as I came into my hand in thick bursts that overflowed onto the rug beneath. Fuck!
Virgin. Scout reported the calls that she’d received and made, and none of them pointed to a male suitor, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up that she was preserved just for me—untainted, like fresh clay ready to be molded into anything I desired.
That was why I had waited for her. I hadn’t slipped my dick in anything besides my palms in almost a year. I was a paradoxical celibate—loving pussy, but distancing myself from every one that didn’t belong to her. After the first few months of watching her, it became apparent that I was wasting my time trying to fuck fill-ins. It wasn’t enough to think about Hailey around these women that fawned over me like I was the second coming. I wanted that lush blonde hair and bubblegum pink lips, those curvy hips and perky breasts—no substitution would do.
***
I sat at the dining room table watching the face of my watch as it mocked me. What would I do if she was late? I didn’t even want to think of an appropriate way to punish her, not yet. It was in her nature to tempt me; I could tell from the moment I nabbed her that she wouldn’t make this easy for me. A smile flushed out the scowl that marred my face when I heard her footsteps thump across the stairs, alerting us to her presence. I looked forward to punishing her, but not that day.
Clema set the plates just as Hailey made her way to the dining table. Her plate was placed directly across from mine, and I knew what she was going to do before the thought was even fully formed in her mind. She made her way around the table, picked up the plate, and pivoted to leave.
“Leave it.”
She didn’t even have an opportunity to step towards her intended destination at the end of the table before she dropped the plate back down. The ceramic clanked against the table, circling until it came to a rest. Her body dropped into the high back chair like a pouting teenager, and I picked up my fork, ignoring her behavior. She followed suit, showing no emotion as she shoveled forkfuls into her mouth.
“Stuff your face all you want. You won’t be leaving this table until I’m done.” With that, she stopped chewing, and I swear I heard her snarl. She snarled. At me. I could barely contain my laughter as we both continued eating.
“How are you finding your room?”
“That’s not my room! You can dress this up however nice you want, but no amount of civilized conversation is ever going to make me see you as anything other than a monster.” How could I punish her when she impressed me so much? I knew I was letting her get away with far too much; my sensibilities were interfering with my need to control her. I could only contain the darkness so long until its wrath was unleashed on her, and it was as if she was poking me with a stick, willing it to come out and play.
I swallowed a thick helping of steak before I responded. She was waiting for my reaction as her fork rested against her plate, her eyes d
owncast to a crook in the wood tabletop.
“Let’s get one thing fucking straight,” I said, my fork assaulting the plate on the word “fucking.” She jumped in her chair, her eyes landing on mine. My arms flanked the plate as I stared her down. Great, I have her attention. Up until that point, I had yet to raise my voice at her, mildly impressed by her gall, but I needed to remind her that I was the one in control.
“Apparently, you’ve been taking my niceness for weakness, but that can all change. I have a basement downstairs where I can string you up by your neck and chain your limbs to the wall where you’ll be fed once a day like a dog. I could rape you repeatedly like the monster you think I am, and then when I’m done with you, I could invite all my associates over for a little gangbang. Would you like that? I’m under the impression you wouldn’t, but you’ve been talking to me like you might like that sort of thing. If so, please continue.”
She was stunned into silence. The only sound breaking the air were slight sniffles as she tried to contain her leaky eyes. I resumed eating my dinner, ignoring the flinch of her shoulders every time my knife hit the plate.
“Now, let’s try this again,” I said with a soothing voice. “How are you finding your room?”
“It’s nice. Thank you.” Her voice sounded meek, as her eyes remained focused on the plate she had left untouched since my outburst.
“You’re welcome.”
When I was almost done with my meal, I excused her, and she hightailed it out of there so fast, she became a blur before my eyes. I was getting tired of hearing her sniffle anyway. Being near her was like experiencing sheer joy and having a root canal all at the same time.
The cold gray walls seem to shift before my eyes, and I feel lost in a maze of rooms with shackles dangling from the ceiling and lining the walls. I escape one room and find myself in another room just like it—just as cold and dark. The chill is like a fist, puncturing my skin and squeezing my heart until my limbs go numb. Slivers of light dance across the ceiling and floors like a disco ball, and I’m frozen by the appearance of light in this dark place. I chase the dancing lights like a child would a butterfly. Except, there’s nothing whimsical about this place.
Here there are no windows or doors, no way to get in or out, so when I feel him, I wonder how he got here. How did he find me? That’s right, he’s been here all along watching me, waiting. At first, he just hangs back, a looming figure playing voyeur to my nightmares, but I sense he’s uneasy. I can hear his labored breaths and the sound of blood galloping through his veins. His heart is pounding, and every muscle in his body is straining, held back by some invisible force that is precariously close to snapping. It’s a force bigger than either of us. I am equally propelled and repulsed by it, but I can’t deny its magnitude.
Then I feel the metal lock tight against me, restraining my wrists and ankles to a vertical black mat reminding me of that ride at the fair, the one where you’re in a spindle and gravity is forcing you against the walls while you spin round and round. Only, I’m not spinning, and I am more stuck than gravity could make possible. A thick, silver collar is latched around my neck with a chain dangling from the ceiling. I move my neck and listen as the chinks in the chain tumble together and pull taut once more.
I can’t see him, but I feel his breath on my neck, feel it billowing across my skin, merging with the heat of my flesh. I can feel him beneath my skin, penetrating my thoughts. He could read my mind right now. He knows what I want¸ the things that excite me. My body craves more, and as if answering me, I feel his tongue tracing the cuff around my ankle. I’ve never known anything to be so erotic. He continues moving from one ankle to the next, from one wrist to the other, before landing at my neck. His tongue snakes around every shackle, as if I need reminding that I am his.
My fingers want to reach out and touch this strange man who makes my fantasies come to life. I want to feel him beneath my fingers and watch his eyes light up from my touch.
His arms box me in until I am sinking into the mat behind me, cocooning me until the only thing I feel is the flush of his skin against mine. Our bodies writhe against each other as our sparks turn into a full-blown fire. I feel a nudge against my stomach, and my back arches to get closer and feel the length of him. His body is hard and dominating, and the way his fingers pinch my hips sends tidal waves crashing through my center. Moisture begins to pool between my thighs, and I pull him in tighter between my legs, rubbing myself along the thick muscles of his legs.
“Hailey,” my name is a whisper on his lips before he captures my mouth in a soul-crushing kiss that is both gentle and punishing. He drinks me in, lavishing me with a tongue that is velvety smooth and soft, swiping through my mouth in strokes that make my face flush and toes curl. He claims me with this kiss, but it isn’t enough.
I moan into his mouth loud, louder, until the whole room is a chorus of the sounds he elicits from the deepest parts of me. His hands fist in my hair, rocking my head back until my body is threaded tight as a bowstring and I am whimpering against his lips. He smiles a cruel smile, reveling in my obvious torture.
I’m now naked before him. My clothes having evaporated into thin air. His fingers pinch my inner thighs, and he opens me wider to his assault. My body readies itself for his entry, depositing beads of moisture along my seam. With the first swipe of his tongue between my legs, every muscle in my body clenches, preparing me for the onslaught of his ravishing mouth. My fingernails plunge into the vinyl behind me as I swing my hips into his relentless tongue. The force propelling me forward is one I’ve never experienced before and one I can’t control. I feel its energy gaining momentum, rushing through my body waiting to be detonated and then his tongue moves faster, and I explode.
“DOMINIC!” I shouted as my body jolted up from the bed. I was panting, forehead sweating, my chest showing the pull of every ragged breath. Then I felt it, down where I throbbed between my legs—I was drenched, but I didn’t have time to ponder what had happened because I spotted him at the end of the bed.
“Bravo,” he said clapping energetically while chuckling to himself. “You know, sweets, I do have the power to turn your dreams into reality.”
I didn’t reply, just pulled the covers up higher and tighter against my chest and sneered at him.
Patting the pajama set at the end of the bed, his calm voice proclaimed, “It looks like you’re not very good at following directions, so I think I’ll have to show you what happens to little girls who don’t listen.”
He rushed towards me, and I rolled over to the right side of the bed to escape him. The fire in his eyes was scorching, and I feared what he’d do to me. I was very aware that, as far as captives went, I’d had things pretty easy so far, but this look said things wouldn’t be so easy from there on out.
I came so close to escaping him, getting so far to the right side of the bed that my hair swept the floor, but before my body dropped, he grabbed my right ankle, his grip so tight my right foot tingled with numbness. He yanked hard enough that my bone cracked from distention. He shook my leg, and my body beat against the mattress like one would dust a rug. I’d been gripping the edge of the mattress so hard, my fingers pulsed along each knuckle.
“You know I rather like you like this. The harder you fight, the harder you make me.”
“Ahhhh!” I screamed. “Help!”
He gave one final tug that snapped the last of my restraint, as if all the tugs before it were all for show and now he meant business. I drove furious kicks towards him, but he caught my ankles midair, throwing them into the mattress before sliding over me. His knees pinned my arms tightly against my legs, while I tried to wiggle my way from under him.
“I could take you so easily right now,” he breathed into my ear. I responded by snarling and biting at his retreating face.
“Now, stop moving.” I took a calming breath before I started to squirm again. The force of his slap across my face blew my strands back against the snow-white covers. There was
no real strength behind the slap, but it was enough to shock me into submission.
Tears streamed from my eyes with the first tug of my leggings. He had a hand on each hip pulling my pants further down my legs, my underwear drawing down with them. He stopped pulling mid-thigh, peering down at my underwear between my legs, “Goddamn, you naughty girl. What I wouldn’t give to know the details of that dream.” He ripped my pants down my legs in one swoop, tossing them to the floor as he pulled my underwear up to his nose. He inhaled deeply before his tongue swiped along the inside of my underwear. As soon as I saw the look of elation cross his face at the taste of me, I clenched my eyes and tried to burrow my face in the covers nestled beneath my head. I was mortified, scared, but I also felt something stir in me. He was the only man who’d ever tasted me, and the sheer joy on his face did strange things to me.
“Please, don’t,” I mumbled into the sheets between soft cries.
“I’m going to release your arms. Put your hands above your head.”
He moved down my body until his pelvis was perfectly aligned with mine and my arms were released. I shook my arms, numb from his restraint, but all I could really focus on was the bit of stiff flesh prodding between my legs. Only the thin material of his pajama bottoms separated him from being inside me, and from the damp fabric pressing into me, I could tell he needed very little encouragement to finish.
He pulled off my shirt and bra much quicker than he did my pants, and within a span of a breath, my breasts were bared to his hungry eyes. I felt his eyes devour me. He scooted down until his legs were loosely positioned above my knees. Kneeling down, his body heat snuffed out the cool air between us, until all I felt were the taut muscles of his chest against my stomach and his breath blasting warm air against my chest. My nipples stiffened like meringue peaks and then his face dipped lower causing my shoulders to cave in around him, while sinking deeper into the mattress. He placed a chaste kiss in the valley between my breasts and then eased off me, leaving me a quivering mess sprawled out naked on the bed.
