The Reconstruction of Cyprian

by Michelle Love

  “Rod! Don’t talk like that. Fuck!”

  He smacks my cheek. “No more cussing. It’s disrespectful.”

  I move my hand to touch my cheek and he takes my wrists before I can and holds my hands over my head. “Rod! Would you stop?”

  He shakes his head. “You need to learn your place, Jenna. Your place as my woman. Do you want that or not? I’m getting tired of having to beg you.”

  Wow! This is begging?

  “Let me read the whole thing.”

  He moves off me and hands the paper back to me. “There, hurry up. You’re making me feel weird.” He walks out of the room and I hear the fridge open and slam shut. Then the sound of him opening another beer as my eyes start at the very first word of the contract have me thinking about what I’m even doing.

  Why am I contemplating this? The whole thing is crazy.

  He stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Then pulls at his thick cock inside the tight underwear. “Read it out loud, Baby.”

  I clear my throat. “This contract is between Jenna Foster and Rod Manning. This contract can never be voided. It will end only upon the death of either signing party.”

  I look up at him and he smiles. “See, forever, Baby.”

  “Jenna Foster agrees to become Rod Manning’s subordinate in all ways. His slave for life. She agrees to do whatever he asks her to whenever he asks her to. Rod Manning agrees never to ask Jenna Foster to do anything deemed inappropriate in front of vanillas, children, or any family members.” I look up at him again. “So, we won’t do anything bad in front of anyone who matters then?”

  He nods and takes a swig of beer. “Keep reading.”

  “Jenna Foster agrees to allow Rod Manning to punish her in order to teach her what he expects out of her. The punishments will be verbal, physical, and mental. All will be followed by Jenna Foster thanking him for showing her the way to please him and she will willingly give herself to him sexually after punishments if he so desires.” I look up at him again. “You want to spank me, Rod?”

  He nods and looks right into my eyes. “I want to spank that ass until it’s red then I want you to beg me to do it some more.” He takes a drink of the beer. “I want to teach you all about pain, Baby. I want to teach you all about the things that make other people flinch. I want you to be fearless, just like I am.”

  “By the way this reads, Rod. I won’t be fearless. Because I’ll always have to fear you.” I look at him again to see if he understands me.

  “As you should, Sunday school teacher.” He comes to me and places the beer on the table and his hands on my shoulders. His cock is near my face as I sit on the bed. “After all, doesn’t it say something like that in the Bible? Fear the Lord for he giveth and he can taketh away. Or some shit like that. You’re the Sunday school teacher, not me.”

  “In essence, you’re saying. If I want you, I have to show you I will give you everything you want.”

  “And I will take complete care of you for doing that.” His hand moves down and he pulls his hard-on out of his underwear.

  The tip of his dick rests on my lips. He looks at me intensely. I pull my head back a little. “What if I don’t want you to take complete care of me?”

  “Then I’ll find someone who does want that.” He presses his very large appendage to my lips again. “It won’t be hard to find a woman who wants this monster to be all hers. As long as she does what I want her to. It’s a fair deal, Baby. You should take it. I have another girl in mind if you aren’t into it, though. Just so you know. Another girl could be sucking this dick. Another girl could be getting her pussy pleasured by this thick cock.”

  I stare into his eyes to see if he’s actually serious. This man has begged me to be with him for two fucking years and now, all of a sudden, this shit comes out.

  I love this asshole, though!

  My eyes fall back to the paper. “The next part says you can have sex with whoever you want to. It also says you can make me have sex with whoever you want me to. It says I have to do anything you ask me to, including have oral and sexual relations with a man or another woman or participate in an orgy. So, I can’t be sure by signing this thing that you will only be mine, Rod.”

  “This thing will last forever, Jenna. I had to think about what all might come up in the future. I didn’t want to leave anything out. Just to be on the safe side, you know.”

  A knock comes at the front door and his eyes turn toward it then they come back to me. “Time to shit or get off the pot, Baby.”

  He puts his dick back into his underwear and walks away. I get off the bed and follow him. “You can’t answer the door in your underwear, Rod!”

  He laughs and throws open the door. A small woman with a jet black dye job looks at us through the screen. “So, is she out?” she asks him.

  Her lip is pierced as is her eyebrow. Her skin is pale as shit and she’s wearing some fishnet stockings and the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen.

  Rod doesn’t open the screen door. He just looks back at me. “Meet the other interested party, Jenna.”

  The darkly lined eyes of the woman peer in at me. “She’s so vanilla. come on, Rod, pick me. She’ll never be enough for you, man. I can suck your dick on the front porch if you want.”

  He looks at me intensely. “She’ll do whatever I want, Jenna. Suck me off on the front porch even.”

  “I don’t know where you found her,” I say.

  She interrupts me. “Scottsdale. Off the internet. And you should really just let me have him. You aren’t woman enough to please this man. He’s all man.”

  “Close the door, Baby,” I tell him as I pull my shirt off over my head. Then unhook my bra and reveal to the little piece of crap who has come over a hundred miles to steal my man that I am woman enough to please him and I will prove that fact to him if I have to do it right in front of her.

  He says, without looking at her, “Beat it, Lola. She’s decided to keep me around.” He slams the door and I push my jeans down.

  Rod grabs my hand and pulls me to the bedroom. “Sign it first.” He grabs a pen off the night stand.

  I sign the bottom without even reading the rest and then he signs it and puts the pen and the contract back in the drawer then throws me on the bed.

  His eyes are almost scary as he grins at me. “And now it’s official. You are mine!”

  Bad Boy Romance

  Chapter 2

  JENNA

  “Undress,” he says as steps away from me and turns his back to me.

  I do as he’s said and notice him dropping his underwear to the floor before going to the dresser. He opens the top drawer and pulls out his leather belt.

  My stomach tenses as he bends it in half and slaps his left palm with it. Then he reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a small black bungee cord. When he turns back to me I’m undressed and looking at the things in his hands.

  “Get on your knees and bow your head. Don’t look at me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” he asks me as he looks into my eyes with his eyes narrowed.

  “I’m not an idiot. Of course, I understand you.” I go to my knees and drop my head then find he has me by my hair and is pulling me back up.

  I yelp with the pain. “Rod!”

  He yanks my hair and my face is maybe an inch from his. He talks between clenched teeth, “I want no smart mouthing. You get me?”

  I nod. “K.”

  He pushes me to the floor and I scramble to get back into the position he told me to get into. His words are sharp and clear. “You only talk when I tell you to. You only cum when I tell you to. You only do what I tell you to. Do you understand me?”

  I nod and say, “Yes.”

  The belt flies through the air and lands solidly on my back. “Yes, Master!” he shouts.

  The urge to get up and knock the living shit out of him I have to fight to control. “Yes, Master.” The words do not come easily out of my mouth.

  I can feel a welt formin
g on my back from the hit and I’m not sure I can do this. I don’t know why he needs this. Then I’m reminded of the little slut who is not very far down the road and put everything out of my mind except doing what pleases the man I love.

  With my head down I can only see his bare feet walking away from me then I hear a drawer open and he comes back. With another hard yank on my hair, he pulls my head up and I catch a glimpse of a black dog collar and he puts it around my neck.

  It’s tight and I feel a little choked by it. He puts one finger between it and my flesh. “It’s not too tight,” he says.

  I beg to differ. I can’t even wear turtleneck sweaters because they’re uncomfortable to me.

  And he wants me to wear a fucking dog collar!

  Then he attaches a matching leash and tells me to get on my hands and knees and go to the far wall. The one I saw the foreign hook placed near the top of.

  I go and feel odd and weird and very uncomfortable and not the least bit sexy. Once I get to the wall, I stop and he says, “Kneel and place your hands together in front of you.”

  I do what he’s told me to and find him wrapping the little bungee cord around my wrists. He binds my hands together with it then he pulls me up, using the leash.

  The collar kind of chokes me as I try to get up without the use of my hands. Once I’m up, he takes my bound hands and loops the cord over the hook on the wall.

  I’m facing the wall and can smell the old cigarette smoke as it clings to it from all the times Rod’s smoked in here. I make a note to wash the walls as the smell makes me sick to my stomach.

  But to be honest this whole act is making me feel sick.

  I feel the heat of his breath as he leans close to my back and moves my hair to expose my neck and says, “I’m going to give you your first spanking, Jenna Foster. This will tell me what your initial threshold for pain is and I will give you this many thrashes each time we do this, adding one more every time. Do you understand me?”

  “How do I tell you when I’ve had all I can take?”

  “I’ll need you to say the safe-word. No or stop, is not enough because you will not ever say those words to me again when I ask you anything. Your answer to all of my questions or demands will be a simple, yes master. In public it will be only yes. And the safe-word is candy. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” I say and don’t know how I’m going along with this.

  He’s like some Nazi and I’m a little Jewish girl he plans on torturing for his own devious pleasure.

  “Only say the safe-word when you are crying. I don’t want to hear it before that time. This is to build a bond between us that will last a lifetime. A bond between the Master and his slave.”

  I hear the leather belt cut through the air as he draws it back then I hear it again as it flies to meet the tender flesh covering my ass and the first hit stings then burns intensely.

  My heart pounds with the strike and I try hard not to scream. His voice is hard and brusque as he counts the thrashes off, “One.”

  The sound of the belt flying through the air comes again and the second strike has me biting my lower lip to stop the scream with the burning pain and he says, “Two.”

  My heart is pounding so hard I can no longer hear the belt as it moves through the air. The leather hits my skin and I feel tears welling up as he says, “Three.”

  I know I had better have them streaming down my face before I say the word which will end this. Another slap stings my ass and its throbbing. “Four,” comes from him.

  Then I feel his finger moving to the edge of my vagina and he slides it inside of me. “You’re wet for me.”

  He pulls his finger out of me and presses it to my lips. I part them and he pushes it inside and I taste myself on it. Then he pulls it back and the leather belt strikes me again and this time, a sob comes out of me as the tears fall freely.

  “Five,” he says.

  “Candy!” I cry out. “Candy, Rod!”

  “Candy, Baby,” he says as he tosses the belt on the bed and presses his body against my back. He leaves my hands bound and on the hook. “Now, I’m going to fuck you. Don’t move or say a fucking word or I’ll give you five more thrashes. Cum only when I tell you to and you better fucking come for real or I’ll give you five more lashes. Do you understand me?”

  I choke the words out as I’m crying very hard now, “Yes, Master.”

  His cock is large and pulsing as he moves the tip to my asshole and I tense up as he’s never taken me in the ass before.

  I hold my breath and the sobs stop as I prepare myself for the intrusion. The large tip of his cock moves inside my asshole and then he pulls it back out.

  “Good, girl,” he says. Then pushes the tip in again. “Just the tip for tonight.”

  He moves only the tip in and out a total of twenty times then moves his cock to my vagina and thrusts hard into me. His body is hot and sweaty and so is mine.

  My hair clings to my head with the sweat and our bodies glide against the others as he thrusts hard into me. He takes a handful of my hair and yanks it hard then his mouth is on my neck and he’s biting me hard then sucking hard on the place he bit.

  I swear every nerve in my body is on fire with the amount of hard stimuli he’s given it. It’s an uncomfortable heat and I don’t find any pleasure in it.

  The feeling of being used is what I feel. Then I recall how he said if I don’t cum for real he’s going to give me five more thrashes.

  I close my eyes and try to feel pleasure. I focus on his hard dick plunging into me, making me feel full. His cock is inside me deep and the penetration is stroking me in all the right ways.

  For whatever reason this pleases him and gives him pleasure so I had better figure out how to make this work for me or I will surely lose him.

  His teeth take my earlobe and he delivers a hard bite. I nearly yelp but manage to keep it in. Then he asks, “Do you like me fucking you, Baby?”

  “Yes, Master,” I say. One of his hands moves around me and his thumb and forefinger pinch my clit.

  He rubs it with his middle finger as he pounds into me from behind. My body starts shaking as an orgasm is threatening me. But I can’t let it go until he tells me to, or it means more lashes on my ass which still burns from the first ones.

  Thankfully, I feel his cock stiffen inside me and he moans from near my ear, “Cum.”

  I let go and want to shriek with the intensity of the climax but don’t dare. He makes slow strokes until his cock no longer pulses then he moves out of me and leaves me hanging on the hook.

  My body sags and my arms ache. Then he takes them off the hook and undoes the cord. My arms fall to my sides and I can’t move them.

  He picks me up in his strong arms and lies me face down on the bed. “I’m going to get the medicated cream to put on the lashes. Stay right there.”

  He walks away and I don’t think I could move if I had to. Then he’s back and rubbing the cool stuff all over my ass and it numbs it and the burning finally eases.

  “You did better than I ever imagined you could for the first time, Baby. I’m so proud of you. I knew you’d be good at this.” He kisses my back as he moves me up on the bed then climbs over me, straddling my back then begins massaging it and my shoulders which already feel stiff.

  I don’t say a word as he’s not told me I could yet. And I don’t know what I would say, anyway.

  Thanks for beating my ass…

  Nah, I have nothing to say.

  Rod stops the massage and pulls the hair off my neck and kisses my cheek. It’s a sweet kiss. Nothing like the way he’s been treating my body. “I’m going to get you something for the pain. It’ll help you sleep. I’m really proud of you. Thanks.”

  He climbs off me and leaves the room and I try very hard not to cry.

  Chapter 3

  JENNA

  Almost six months into our contract and Rod and I are having New Year’s Eve dinner at his parents’ home. Sue and Jason Manning a
re retired school teachers.

  Sue was my English teacher in junior high. I never had Mr. Manning in high school as he taught the Ag class and I wasn’t in Ag.

  But he’s a very nice man and I find myself looking at the older couple as they’re very sweet to one another. I have to wonder where Rod got his bad side from.

  The lessons, as Rod calls them, are nearly every night. My ass has become numb and I guess I’m thankful for that. Because of the fact I can take so many lashes, he doesn’t always start off with that.

  And when he does, it’s him who stops it as I suppose his arm gets tired. I’ve become accustomed to the acts. They don’t excite or necessarily bother me. It’s just something he needs to do.

  He makes love to me in normal ways sometimes. And I do love those times. Rod is a complicated man.

  I often wonder if something happened to him when he was young. He seems to fight demons only he can see. Using liquor, cigarettes, and me seems to keep them at bay most of the time.

  Though he won’t tell me he loves me and refuses to let me tell him as he sees love as weakness, I do love the man I have the deepest feelings for.

  Headlights light up the living room and Rod makes his way from the little minibar with a couple of beers in his hand and goes to the door. “Looks like my little brother’s made it.”

  Sue grabs her husband, Jason, by the hand. “Oh, come with me to get the food out of the oven. Let’s hurry!” They leave the room and it’s only me and Rod left to greet his brother.

  I haven’t seen his younger brother, Reed since he left for college a couple of years ago. And I never really knew the guy before that. He’s only a couple of years older than I am.

  Truth be told I was always very shy anytime we found ourselves around each other. Rod’s handsome but Reed’s gorgeous. His hair is really blonde and his eyes are dark blue.

  Rod opens the door and in walks Reed and right behind him is a short young woman with glasses and dark hair. She looks smart as hell and she must be his girlfriend.