by Linnea May
She clears her throat, visibly uncomfortable.
"Well, there was someone, a boyfriend," she admits. "But we never..."
A sharp sting pierces my heart.
"Why are you telling me this? You don't have to, you know that, right?"
She shakes her head.
"No, sure, I know that," she says. "But I wanted to tell you."
"It doesn't matter," I say. "If you want to tell me something, tell me what else you've been up to. Tell me something other than about having a boyfriend who you claim you didn't fuck-"
"I didn't!" she insists, widening her eyes in a mix of panic and frustration. "You have to believe me! I couldn't! I didn't want to, so I-"
"It's fine," I interrupt again, pinching the soft cheeks of her ass. She jerks up at the burst of pain, but it stops her rambling right away.
"Tell me what else you did? I couldn't find out anything about holding a job or attending college."
She furrows her eyebrows in shock. "Did you stalk me?"
I let out a mischievous chuckle. "Doll, how do you think I found you? Of course, I stalked you. I had to find you, and I have my ways."
The frown stays on her face for a few more seconds before she decides to let it go, searching fruitlessly for an answer to my question.
"I paid off my debt," she says. "All of it. It was quite a lot."
I remember her telling me about her mother and how she quit college to be with her, to care for her, just to see her wither away and die. She's as motherless as I am, but her loss somehow seems more profound, even to me. I lost my mother long before I even had a chance to remember her. I was way too young when she passed, and I never knew a life with her in it. Laura knows such a life, what it was like to have a mother, but she's been robbed of it.
She told me that she's okay, but I know she isn't. No one is such a short time after losing one's mother so tragically. No one. Not even my doll, the little warrior.
"What about college?" I ask her. "Did you go back to California to give school another chance?"
She sighs. "Maybe. I don't know. I didn't do it, though. To be honest, I didn't really do anything."
A pause fills the air between us with tense silence. I don't know what to tell her, and I don't know if there's anything else she wants to tell me. Was she about to make a drastic change in her life, but my appearance kept her from doing it?
"I'm sorry," she whispers eventually, surprising me.
"You're sorry? For what?"
She shrugs.
"I feel like I've let you down," she says. "Like... I should have done something meaningful with your money."
"It's your money," I insist. "And doll, you don't have to worry about letting me down. You didn't. I don't think you ever could."
The smile that appears on her face carries with it a shade of sadness. "Thank you, master."
The idea of her letting me down seems so absurd that I can't even grasp it. It's beyond my comprehension.
Me, on the other hand? I may very well be the one letting her down.
Big time.
Chapter 35
Laura
My break is over. I can sense it by the way his demeanor changes. He's still far from satisfied and only allowed for a little break to let me catch my breath - and to draw some information from me that I'm not sure I should have shared.
He may say that I'm not capable of letting him down, but I don't share that sentiment. Once again, I remind myself that I intend to do things differently this time. Once he sends me back home, I will get my life back on track, for real this time. And the next time I decide to take a contemplative hike, I‘ll be forced to really think things through.
I'm pulled back to the present when his hands start edging along the side of my body, barely touching my skin, but leaving a tickle that's nothing short of electric.
"Get down, doll," he whispers into my ear. "On your knees in front of me."
I comply with his command, climbing down from his lap and hunching down on my heels in front of him, his bulge resting right in front of my face. He leans back, supporting himself with his muscular arms and then nods toward me. He's holding the end of the leash in his hand again, gently pulling on it to force me forward.
"Show me what a good girl you can be."
I don't need to be told twice, and lift my hands to caress along the inside of his thighs, approaching his hardness. I brush it ever so slightly, deliberately not touching him directly, before my hands hook into the waistband of his pants. It drives him nuts, and I can tell that his impatience won't allow for a lot of teasing.
A smile spreads across my face when I free his thick, throbbing cock. I want to take it between my lips right away, but I restrain myself so I can continue teasing him a little while longer. He's done it to me so many times, and while it comes close to agony at times, the high that one derives from it is worth the effort. I want to make him feel the same way he makes me feel.
Instead of sucking on him – as I'm sure he wants me to – I continue caressing him with the tips of my fingers, traveling up his pelvic muscles and lower back, drawing circles around his erection, barely touching him in the process. His breathing is frantic, growing in intensity with every moment that passes, and every time I close in on his seeping cock, he shivers with anticipation. He’s hard enough to hammer nails.
"Suck on it," he commands in a dry voice.
I'm inclined to oblige right away because that's what feels right when he lords over me like this, but I fight the urge. I throw him a mischievous smile, leaning forward and opening my mouth, but stopping right before my lips touch the tip of his hard cock. I stick out my tongue and draw a desperate groan from him as I lick along his shaft. I keep my touch light as possible, slowly tracing all the way down to his sensitive balls. I repeat the process a few times, and every time my lips come close to the tip of his swollen head, I notice him jerking his hips forward frantically, desperate for me to swallow him into my mouth.
When I finally do, he lets out a desperate groan so deep that it almost scares me. He places one hand at the back of my head, guiding me as if he was afraid I'd let go of him too soon. It's only a matter of seconds before he claims control again, his fist closing around a swatch of my hair and pushing me down on his length until my lips almost meet his groin. His tip is pushing against the back of my throat, robbing me of the ability to breathe. I start choking and gagging, my eyes watery with salty tears.
"That's a good girl," he breathes, releasing me only for a second to catch my breath before shoving his length inside my mouth again, holding me in place with a firm hand at the base of my head.
I'm surprised when he lets go of me. I shoot him a confused look through my teary eyes when he jumps up, hooking his arms under my armpits and scooting me up so quickly that my legs are barely able to follow through on the motion.
He throws me onto the bed, telling me to get on all fours in front of him.
"Show me that ass," he orders, adding a hearty slap to his words, and I instinctively bury my face into the sheets.
I squeal in agony when he parts my tender lips to let a thick finger slide inside my swollen entrance. My body is not used to so much physical exertion, and I'm so sore that I'm actually afraid to have him fuck me again.
But, as it turns out, he has other plans.
He withdraws his finger from my core quickly, and the next thing I feel is his soft tongue, lapping against my clit as his slick finger moves elsewhere. I tense up when he begins to massage my tight hole, which he regards with a gentle slap between my thighs.
"Relax, doll," he breathes out, his warm breath tickling the skin between my legs.
I can feel the heat rushing back to my cheeks. He's played with that area before – placed toys there, small toys that vibrated inside of me while he made me walk around, or bent me over to fuck me like a savage beast. I could handle those toys, but I know that today, he's preparing me for something else. For him.
The thought
of having to accommodate his enormous swollen cock inside my ass is a whole other story, and daunting to say the least. I don't know if I can do it.
He reminds me to relax again, his finger slowly intruding my clenched tightness. He continues sucking on my clit with such intensity that pleasure wins out over pain, even when he adds another finger to stretch my tight hole. I lean back into his touch, feeling my body transitioning from agony to euphoric lust, as he continues licking on my tender and swollen nub.
When he withdraws from my entrance, I'm no longer in fear of his cock, but instead crave having it inside me. I lean back, moaning in appreciation as he wets the tip of his erection with my juices. He moves to my puckered hole, teasing it with the wet tip of his cock, and I can’t stop myself from moaning in need, so ready to take him inside me.
"Such an eager little doll I have," he murmurs behind me. "Do you want me to fuck your tight ass, doll?"
I blush, hiding my face in the silk sheets, as if I could wipe my shame away on them.
"Doll, you know what will happen if you don't answer me," he warns, his cock still teasing my ass.
"Yes," I reply. "Yes, master."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck my ass," I whimper. "Please."
"Good girl."
The words shower me with intimate warmth and help me deal with the hot pain that stings through my ass when he slowly pushes his hips forward, spreading me with his length inch by inch. I begin panting, croaking and whimpering as I process the pain as he breeches the rings of muscle.
"Holy shit!" I exclaim, my fists clutching the bed sheet.
It's not like me to go ballistic like this, and he knows it. I can hear him chuckling behind me, but he continues to push forward, finally sending me over that sweet spot where pure agony turns into sheer hot bliss.
I melt under him, hollowing my back as I feel his pelvis pushing against my ass, the skin still sore from the spanking I took earlier.
"I'm very proud of you, doll," he whispers, leaning forward and grabbing my hips. "You're taking your master's cock like a good girl."
Every time he calls me that, I can feel a mixture of warm intimacy and hot desire flushing through my body. It's reassuring and arousing at the same time, validating my wish to be exactly where I am. With him.
A deep groan escapes me when he begins thrusting back and forth, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to his size, before his motions turn into proper fucking, the violent intensity equal to the way he fucks my pussy.
His deep shoves shake my entire body, stretching my insides with heated need, only the sound of his balls smashing against my bruised ass and our frantic heavy panting filling the room. He takes me in the only way he knows how – and the only way I know to enjoy.
I'm close to coming already, something that fills me with wonder and a fervent craving for release.
"Touch yourself!" he commands from behind me. "Make yourself come on my cock, doll."
My hand blindly wanders between my legs, finding my dripping center and my throbbing clit. A flash of ecstasy sweeps through me at the slightest touch, when I begin to massage my swollen nub. My orgasm approaches in strong and steady waves, a warning of the rapture about to come over me.
I moan deliriously, my eyes rolling back into my head, as I can no longer postpone my climax. The world goes dark around me and patches of light blind me, as an unmatched elation takes a hold of me, numbing my mind and inciting my core. He joins me almost instantly, his hands digging deep into my flesh as he finds his release inside me, flooding me with his seed. Our cries fill the room in unison, unable to convey the magnitude of our unbridled passion and sated bliss.
Chapter 36
Laura
I awake from a deep slumber, my limbs too heavy to move and my entire body sore. The room is dark, darker than it has ever been. I blink once, twice, affirming that my eyes aren't merely too weak to perceive the room around me, but the light has indeed been turned down. It's not pitch dark, the ceiling light still provides a minimum amount of illumination, but it's dark enough for me to feel a sense of fear.
He has never turned the lighting down before. Never.
Did he do it for my sake? So I could get a good rest?
I lazily turn over, checking the other side of the bed. It's empty, and it doesn't look like that's just a recent development. He hasn't slept next to me this time. I'm alone.
I wish I knew what time it is, how much time we have left, how much more I can expect. The windows are still shielded with shutters from the outside. The darkness inside the room doesn't tell me anything about the time of day.
It was easier last time. I didn't really have a sense of time back then either, but at least I knew exactly when we had started, and I knew when night descended and the next day dawned based on the meals he served.
Things have been different this time. We didn't have a set starting time, and I had nothing but a vague knowledge of arriving here, based on the time our flight landed. I was hurt when he made me wear a blindfold once we got inside his limousine. He may want my body, but he still doesn't trust me.
I was allowed to send one last text to Layla, who wanted to know if I was okay. We didn't have a chance to speak in person because everything happened so fast, and because she was at work when I left, I had no choice but to leave her a quick note on the kitchen table. Given how I've been rather down lately and she knew about my break-up with Steven, I can see why she'd worry about me. Luckily, she also understands that I may need a few days away to cope with things. Just a little getaway to clear my head.
I let out a cynical chuckle.
That isn‘t what this is at all, quite the contrary.
I stretch out in bed for a few more minutes, unsure what else to do. My body is exhausted from last night, or a few hours ago, or whenever it was that all these things happened. I have no idea how long I slept. It could have been three hours, or five, or eight. I feel stupid for not having a better sense of time, but there's nothing I can do about it.
I'm just about to doze off again, when I hear the door open and his heavy, hurried steps approaching the bed. My eyes are barely open when he casts the blanket aside, exposing my naked body in the darkened room. I look up at him, seeking his eyes, but it's too dark and he's moving too fast for me to collect my bearings. He rolls me over onto my back, pushing my arms down with such force that it hurts. My mind is still too foggy to realize what is going on, before he's on top of me. He's naked and hard. His erection is pushing against my belly as he leans over to kiss me. Our kiss is breathless, hungry. He's panting with need, rubbing his cock against my middle while his tongue entwines with mine. His arousal is contagious, and I'm drawn into it, into him, unable to resist with my mind still half asleep.
"I need you," he breathes into my ear, panting with want. "I need you, doll."
His words trickle through my core, kindling my desire for him. I part my legs, arching my back under the weight of his body and pressing myself up against his broad chest. He breaks our kiss, but his lips never leave my body, instead covering me in kisses and sensous bites as he travels down to my tits. He keeps pushing my arms back into the pillows, leaving me unable to fight off his harsh treatment of my tender nipples when he wraps his mouth around them, biting and sucking with such viciousness that I cry out in pain.
"Sorry, doll, this one's for me," he hisses, ramming his enormous cock inside of me with one vile push without warning.
I groan in agony and pleasure as he spreads my sore pussy, my channel pulsating around his length as he begins fucking me with untamed thrusts. He's groaning and breathing deliriously. He continues to immobilize me by pushing my arms down above my head, still shoving his cock inside of me with ravenous hunger.
I'm torn between pain and lust more than ever. My body is tired and sore from everything he's done to me so far, and my mind still hasn't realized that we're back at it again. I don't feel fully conscious – I’m at his mercy, helpless and sm
all – and so aroused that I lack any shame at the slick sounds coming from my core as he pounds into me again and again. He's taking what he needs from me, and I'm the only one who's able to give it to him. That thought turns me on so much that I can't help but feel my impending release building every time he slams into me.
He said this one is for him, but I'm beginning to doubt I will get through this without having an orgasm. Waves of growing pleasure are washing over my entire body, leaving me helpless against the raging fire burning inside me.
I'm almost there, almost, when I feel him tensing up above me, then coating my walls with his hot come as he finds his release deep inside me. I gasp out in surprise, unwilling to believe that it should stop now. Now that I'm so close to coming myself.
But it does.
He groans and collapses on top of me, his breath still frantic but soon calming down as he floats through his post-orgasmic clouds. I still lay beneath him, still shivering with unfulfilled lust and an unsatisfied craving.
"Master," I breathe. "I didn't-"
I'm interrupted when he abruptly gets up from the bed, retreating suddenly, something he’s never once done before. He leaves me feeling empty and hungry for more, my eyes barely able to make out the outline of his perfectly sculpted body as he rushes out of the room.
Chapter 37
Ryan
I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have come to her like that, I shouldn't have fucked her like that, and I sure as hell shouldn't have left her alone like this.
But I couldn't help it. I'm running, fleeing from one side of my world to the other, trying to cope with either one and failing hard at both.
Laura has been with me for more than a day now. The 24-hour window I usually set for dates like this closed a few hours ago, and I have no intention of letting her go. I wasn't ready to let her go last time, but I still did it. I set her free when the time came, I said goodbye to her, and I stayed out of her life afterward. I did everything according to plan, I followed my self-imposed rules. I was as strict as I've always been.
