Broken

by Ashton Blackthorne

  Tossing the crop down I knelt behind her. Her legs shaking, her ass bright red, I spread her legs even further. Her sweet pussy was glistening with juice. I parted her lips slightly and slid my fingers over her wetness. She moaned with pleasure.

  She pushed back against my hand as I rubbed and twisted her swollen clit.

  “Please, oh please, I want to come!”

  Immediately, I removed my hand from her pussy.

  “Not yet, Ronnie. Not until I say you can,” I reminded her.

  “Please, Ash,” she murmured.

  “Patience, Ronnie, patience.”

  The temperature in the room rose dramatically. I could feel the heat emanating from her body. Beads of sweat trickled down her back as I delivered a few more strokes of my crop to her already red ass.

  “Ash!” she cried, her legs shaking so hard I had to catch her at the waist to keep her from falling.

  I lightly caressed her sore bottom. From the way she reacted, I could tell that the pain was giving her great pleasure. Veronica squirmed wiggling her ass back and forth at my touch.

  My cock throbbed with need as I unzipped my pants and removed my shirt. Taking care to place them over the red velvet chaise lounge, I walked back over to Veronica. Her luscious legs were spread wide, her long blonde hair spilling down her back, her full tits pressed against the bench and her ass in the air, glowing red from the spanking I’d given her. Seeing her bent over the leather bench, looking as she did, excited me even more.

  Rubbing the tip of my cock against her dripping pussy, I found I could wait no longer. Thrusting forward, I groaned loudly with pleasure. She was always deliciously tight!

  She cried out with joy, arched her back and pressed her pussy to me. Grabbing her tiny waist, I pulled her to me. I pounded her pussy, feeling my balls slapping against her clit. I clutched her to me even tighter, driving up inside her.

  “Oh my God, that’s amazing!” she cried. Her arms stretched out in front her hands twisting and turning as I fucked her. I raised my hand to give her a final slap on the ass relishing the sound of my hand smacking against her flesh.

  Feeling her pussy tighten, I knew she was close to coming. I considered pulling out and making her wait, but I couldn’t. I felt my own powerful orgasm descending upon me. It made my cock swell, bigger than I could remember. I filled her to capacity. My eyes lost focus and I began to see stars as I shook all over.

  “Ash, oh Ash!” she screamed as she came. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. Her legs gave out from under her and she collapsed against me.

  Pushing her back to her feet, I held her by the waist.

  “Turn around,” I commanded. My head was still a bit foggy from coming. I had never had an orgasm that powerful.

  Veronica rolled over on her back across the bench. Her nipples were hard and pink. Pulling her up by the restraints, I reached to unbind her wrists.

  “Oh my God, what the hell did you do to me?” With her hands free, she reached around to massage her aching ass.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I stood back as she regained her footing.

  “Yes, it does,” she whispered.

  I strolled over to where I’d thrown my pants. Reaching inside, I retrieved a small blue box.

  “I have something for you, Ronnie.”

  Seeing the tiny blue satin wrapped box with the white ribbon, she clapped her hands together.

  “Oh, Ash!” Her blue eyes shining with anticipation she took the box from me.

  I knew what she was thinking, that the box contained an engagement ring.

  But it didn’t.

  I held my breath waiting for her reaction.

  Veronica’s hands trembled as she carefully unwrapped the gift. She pried open the tiny blue velvet box which she assumed contained a diamond ring.

  Carefully, I watched her face.

  As she opened the box, a slow smile spread across her face. For just an instant, I saw disappointment flicker in her eyes, but her smile assured me she was still pleased by my gift.

  Gently, Veronica removed the exquisite antique rose gold locket dangling from a white gold chain.

  “Oh, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed.

  I reached over to hang it from her neck.

  “Did you notice the inscription?”

  Veronica turned over the locket.

  “It says, ‘Mine’. What does that mean?” She couldn’t stop smiling as I clasped the chain around her neck.

  Standing in front of her, I took her by the shoulders.

  “Ronnie, you turn me on like no woman ever has. There’s something special between us. This gift symbolizes what I’d like our relationship to become.”

  “Which is what? I’m already your girlfriend.”

  I nodded.

  “This is more than that. I want you to be my submissive.” I waited for her reaction. I could tell this was something she’d never expected coming from me.

  “Your what?”

  “My submissive. Look, Ronnie, all my life I’ve had these cravings, these urges. I need control. I desire control…over you. I’m not talking about governing every second of your life with some ridiculous rules about what you eat or drink. I’m interested in your sexual submission to me and me alone. By accepting this gift, you’re acknowledging me as your dominant.”

  The silence in the room was deafening. Perhaps I’d overstepped my bounds, but Veronica was the girl for me I was certain of it.

  She fingered the locket for a moment.

  “You’re saying that by accepting this and becoming your submissive, you will continue to do what you did tonight?”

  “Definitely.”

  She had to say yes.

  “Of course, I want you to be my dominant and all that it implies.”

  Gazing at her, standing there, nude with the locket dangling between her full tits, I had never felt so alive. It wasn’t just the incredible sex we had. I felt a true connection, a sense of tremendous joy every time I saw her.

  “Then you are mine, Veronica James and I am yours.” With that, I pressed my lips to hers falling into a passionate embrace.

  Feeling her warm body pressed intimately against mine, I could feel us becoming one. We were so close at that moment I couldn’t tell where one of us began the other ended. It was frightening, but exhilarating at the same time.

  Then, as our lips parted, she whispered.

  “I love you.”

  I closed my eyes feeling my utopia crash all around me.

  The three words in the entire English language that could shatter me. My kryptonite.

  Was my affinity for domination about to become my downfall?

  Things continued with Veronica and me for another two years. We enjoyed many nights of sizzling, powerful sex. I couldn’t get enough of her, but as the years passed I sensed a dissatisfaction within her. Veronica wanted more than I could give her. She kept leaving hints about our future together after graduation, wanting marriage and children. That wasn’t something I could do.

  Running my hands over her silky skin, I inhaled her scent. She smelled of sex. Sweet, sensual, spicy…as long as I lived I’d never forget that fragrance. It was exquisite, just like her.

  “Ash,” she whispered as I wrapped her long legs around my narrow waist. Veronica ran her hands over my abs gazing up into my hazel eyes.

  “I love you.”

  My cock throbbed with desire even after hearing those dreaded words she kept repeating. I’d never echoed them back to her. I couldn’t. I was too young to make any type of commitment to any woman even her.

  Besides, after seeing my mother with my “Uncle Mike” how could I trust any woman?

  As usual, I silenced her with a deep kiss. Our lips met repeatedly. I wanted to consume her. To absorb everything she was, making her a part of me. My fingers traced her lips gently as my mouth began to explore her body. She moaned and arched her back thrusting her beautiful tits in the air. My tongue captured her erect nipples which were the per
fect shade of dusky pink. I sucked and tugged on them until she screamed with delight. Her hands entwined in my hair as she gripped my head. I traced a line down from her breasts to her flat stomach. Parting her legs, I inhaled her scent. My cock was rock hard as I dipped my tongue between her legs touching her quivering clit ever so softly.

  “Ash!” She screamed arching her hips towards my mouth.

  Her taste was amazing. I lapped at her sweetness licking every inch. She was smooth all over except for a tiny blonde patch at the top. My lips caressed her swollen clit flicking it faster and harder. She gripped my head as she rocked her hips back and forth. My face became soaked with her delectable juices as she rode closer to her orgasm.

  I took both hands and pulled her delicate lips apart, holding her open so I could pleasure her even more. I slipped two fingers deep inside her. She was so deliciously tight and wet my cock lurched. I felt droplets of precum dripping onto the sheets beneath me. I longed to bury my cock inside her but this was for her.

  In and out I slid my fingers, increasing the tempo, caressing her G spot until she was mad with pleasure. She came again and again. My face was drenched as I continued to lap up her pussy.

  When she was weak and quivering with need I gazed directly into her eyes. I slipped my fingers from her pussy touching them to my tongue to taste her wonderful juices.

  “Oh my God, fuck me!” she cried, grabbing my ass pulling me to her.

  Falling on her, I eased my cock inside. She was so soft, warm, wet, and tight. Every time we made love she cried out as soon as I entered her as my cock stretched her painfully.

  I began thrusting in and out of her, delighting in how wonderful she felt. Her arms wrapped around me her tits pressed against my chest. No woman could compare to her.

  Grabbing her around her waist, I flipped her over so she was riding me. She moaned deeply as she sat up taking my entire cock all the way inside.

  “Oh my God, that feels…amazing…” She slid up and down my hard cock as I gripped her, bouncing her up and down. Her tits jiggled in my face as I gazed up at her beauty. Her full red lips were parted, her long hair loose and wild, she threw her head back her face contorted with ecstasy as I felt her pussy contract tightly on my cock as she came. I kept her moving, sliding my hands down to grip her ass. My balls viciously slapped against her ass as I hammered my cock in and out of her.

  I grasped her head as my cock seized and I came deep inside her pumping every last drop into her.

  Stars swam around my head as she fell forward on top of me gasping for air.

  “Ash, why don’t you ever say you love me?” she whispered as I stroked her silky hair.

  Oh God, she wanted to get into the same argument we’d been having for months now. School was ending in a few weeks and I had accepted an offer with Harold Goldstein’s investment firm.

  “Veronica, we’ve been over this.” I eased her off of me. I rolled out of bed pouring a glass of scotch.

  Veronica sat up clutching the sheet to her breasts.

  “I love you. We’ve been together for almost three years now. You’ve never once said you loved me. We’re graduating in two weeks and I need to know where this relationship is going. You know what I want. You’ve never said what you want.”

  I finished my scotch and looked at her. She was everything I wanted sitting right there in my bed, but yet…

  I couldn’t. Not now.

  Not after my mother…

  I wanted to love her, but every time I looked into myself it wasn’t there. I cared about her more than I’d ever cared about anyone.

  But I just didn’t love her.

  Not yet.

  “Ronnie, you know I care about you. You mean more to me than any other woman. I’ve been faithful to you since the day we met. I want us to be together, but I’m not ready to commit to anyone or anything yet. I need to focus on my career right now.”

  Veronica stared at me her eyes filling with tears. She began to pull on her clothes.

  “I got an offer from Phillips and Hartman.”

  I swallowed hard and poured another scotch.

  “In London?”

  She nodded folding her arms beneath her breasts.

  “Are you going to take it?”

  She sighed and sat on the bed.

  “I don’t know. It’s a great offer. Lots of money, fast track to the top, and great benefits. You know I adore London. But I want us to be together.”

  I sat down next to her and grabbed her hand.

  I couldn’t stand for her to go. We’d been together for almost three years. I’d never had any type of long term relationship with anyone else.

  But I couldn’t say I loved her. I would be lying if I did.

  “Ronnie, I adore you. You’re sexy, beautiful, charming, fun, and tremendously intelligent. And you’re fantastic in bed. But if you want me to say I love you or we’re getting married….I can’t.”

  Her face fell as she stood up.

  “I love you. I want to have a life with you. I know I’ll never love anyone like I love you. You’re everything I want. Let’s do this. You don’t have to say it yet, but I know you love me deep down. Say the word and I won’t go. I can wait for you to come around as long as we’re together. I can get a job in New York.”

  I swallowed hard. I couldn’t ask her to give up her dreams not for a guy who may never be able to love her.

  I stood up and pulled a pair of jeans on. I walked over to the window and looked out at the stars twinkling in the deep night sky.

  “You have to go. I can’t ask you to give up your dreams. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. I won’t have you throw your life away for me. You have too much going for you.”

  Her voice trembled as she spoke.

  “Ash, please. Don’t do this.”

  I turned to see tears spilling down her cheeks.

  “Ronnie, you have to go. In fact, I insist. It’s over. School is ending. It’s time to start our lives.”

  She began to sob as she ran to me. I held my hands up to block her.

  “No, it’s over. I care about you, but I don’t love you. You need to leave.”

  “No, please don’t do this. Please I can’t stand it.”

  “You will be fine. Go.” I forced myself to harden my voice. I turned away from her. I couldn’t bear to see her face.

  Veronica picked up her purse as she walked to the door.

  “Please don’t hate me for this. It’s for your own good. I can’t love you. I can’t love anyone.”

  Then she uttered the words that would haunt me forever.

  “Remember this day, Ash, for it’s the day your life changed forever. It’s the day you turned your back on love, the day your world went black. The sun will never shine for you again as long as you live.” With that, she slammed the door. A picture crashed to the floor the glass shattering.

  I awoke with a start as my head hit the desk with a thud. I glanced up to see the rest of the office quiet and dark. My phone read 11:00 PM. I must’ve fallen asleep after that last glass of scotch. I flexed my hand which was bandaged but sore from hitting the desk earlier.

  A handwritten note was taped to my computer screen.

  Ash,

  I didn’t have the heart to wake you. You seemed so tired. I know what all this must be doing to you having Veronica of all people going after the company you were trying so desperately to buy.

  Just know I’m here whenever you want to talk.

  Amber

  P.S. Feel free to come by my place after you wake up. I’ll be up late

  I crumpled the note with a smile. Amber always knew exactly what I needed. Locking up my office, I headed towards Amber’s apartment.

  Arriving home after being at Amber’s, I walked into my dungeon. Strolling over to the walk-in closet, I threw open the doors. There were racks of lingerie in all different sizes. But one garment in particular caught my eye. It was a black and red leather corset. It was exquisitely made. I picked it
up and held it in my hands. Feeling the leather, I brought it to my face to inhale the sweet perfume of the woman who’d last wore it.

  The only woman who’d ever worn that corset was Veronica.

  Being an erotic connoisseur of the finest sexual imagery and experiences, I was a regular at Agent Provocateur, an upscale lingerie boutique. Having a supply of sexy lingerie for my female companions was of utmost importance to me. Most of the ladies were usually of the similar proportions so size generally wasn’t an issue. A few times I had a female guest who was quite petite except that her breasts were enormous in the 32G range and another who had such tiny tits she didn’t even need a bra.

  But those were the exception.

  Today, as I walked into the boutique, Celia, my personal shopper greeted me.

  “Mr. Blackthorne, such a pleasure to see you again! Would you like a Pellegrino or champagne?” Celia was a beautiful statuesque blonde about forty five. She was quite attractive.

  “Macallan if you have it.” I smiled and winked knowing they didn’t.

  She smiled sighing.

  “If it would make you happy, Mr. Blackthorne, I will run down the street to O’Reilly’s and pick some up.”

  I waved my hand.

  “Of course not, Celia. Pellegrino will be fine, thank you.”

  She nodded and went to retrieve a bottle.

  I began thumbing through the racks of silky lingerie.

  Suddenly, I heard a woman softly sobbing.

  I turned to look behind me and saw a gorgeous blonde vixen standing there with two black corsets with garters in her hand.

  “Miss, what’s wrong?” Immediately, I was by her side. I pulled a linen monogrammed handkerchief from my suit pocket. A bit old fashioned I know, but my father always taught me that good manners never go out of style.

  Startled, she glanced up at me her beautiful green eyes studied me cautiously.

  “It’s nothing. I’m fine.” She waved her hand at me quickly dabbing her eyes.

  I handed her my handkerchief.

  She took it hesitantly noticing the monogram.