by Loc Glin
“Oh my God.” She panted.
“What is it, Rowena?” he asked his voice husky.
She shook her head.
“Answer me,” he ordered and slapped her ass.
“Oh my God,” she screamed.
“What did I say about screaming?” He slapped her again. He moved behind her to kiss the fiery pink prints.
“Answer me.” He slapped the rosy pink cheek again.
“You said not to scream.”
He went to his knees to kiss the darkening spots. He caressed them and then kissed them. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass in his hands. “You must be punished, you know.”
“No.” She struggled.
“Yes.” He spread the cheeks of her ass and tongued her anus. “Has anyone ever fucked your ass?”
“No, no, please not that.”
“Does that mean no one has fucked your ass, or you don’t want me to fuck your ass?”
“Both.”
“Oh, Rowena, you know how to excite a man. No one has ever pleasured you like that? It’s hard to believe, but I’m sure that it will happen before the night is over.” He moved back to the chair. He fumbled around in the under-bed plastic container until he found a small butt plug and a vibrator. He opened them. “This one will do.” He went to the bathroom and washed both toys. He came back and laid them on a towel on the container.
Rowena looked at them as if they were two-headed serpents.
“I see you are looking forward to this kind of play.” He chuckled. “I will be gentle. I cannot say the same for anyone else.”
“Anyone else?”
“We’ve talked about this before, Rowena. I have a certain amount of time with you, and then the others will have their time.”
Her face had the panicked expression of someone with a gun pointed at them. “You can’t do this. They can’t do this. I forbid it.”
He smiled. “Forbid?” As quick as lightning his hand was on her ass. “I think you like to be spanked.”
“I don’t,” she said without conviction. “At least I don’t think I do,” she muttered.
“That’s better. There is always room for doubt. Judging by your hot cunt, I’d say you are learning to like it.”
“Judging by my hot cunt, I’d say you are right.” She chuckled.
“That’s it, Rowena. Lighten up and enjoy yourself.”
“Do you have any idea how absurd that sounds to me?”
“Absurd?”
“I am shackled in chains. I’m naked, in front of a stranger who enjoys spanking me. On top of that he is naked with a hard-on.” She eyed his crotch. “A rather large hard-on,” she added.
“So far I haven’t heard anything that should stop you from enjoying yourself.” He smiled brightly.
“Uggh, men…What would you do if you were in my position?”
“Let me get this straight.” He laughed. “You want to know what I would do if I was in chains, naked with a hard-on, and you just told me that you were going to make me very happy, pleasure me, fuck me, and make me come numerous times? Is that correct?”
“Yes, but when you put it that way, it doesn’t sound bad at all.” She pulled a face.
Now he laughed in earnest. “Rowena, you are priceless.” He kissed her lips. A passionate kiss filled with his desire. “Would you like me to fuck you here, or would you like it on the bed?”
She seemed momentarily dazed. The kiss must have distracted her. He watched a few emotions play across her face. How he wanted to know what she was thinking. “What is it, Rowena?”
“You’re giving me a choice?”
He could see the wheels turning in her head. “Yes and no. Would you like to touch me, Rowena?”
“I’d like to hit you over the head.”
He went to his pants pocket. He pulled out a key. He unlocked one ankle. His gut told him she was going to try to kick him, so he was ready for her when she did. He caught her foot. He held her leg in his hand just above her ankle. “Rowena, you are making this so interesting.”
He slipped her shoe off. “Now step out of the other one.”
“How? You’re holding my foot in the air.”
“Use your imagination. I’ll hold the shoe for you.”
Two seconds later she clasped her hands around the chains and used them for support while she pulled her foot out of the shoe.
“Very good, I advise you to keep holding those chains. You will need them for support.” He tossed the shoes to the side.
“What are you going to do?” Panic was back in her voice.
“You will follow my instructions. You can do this my way or the hard way. I promise you, Rowena, you will not like the hard way.” He rose to his full height. He clasped her chin. “But, I might.” His lips twitched. Her affronted expression had him fighting a smile. He went into his pocket again and fished out a condom.
Her eyes widened. “You are going to rape me?” Her voice rose into a squeak.
“This is not rape, Rowena. Your pussy is wet and hot with desire. You want my cock inside you. You are just too stubborn to admit it.”
She shook her head in denial.
“Use your safe word, Rowena.”
She shook her head again.
“I thought not.” He moved his hand to her pussy. He dipped his finger inside. “So hot and wet,” he said appreciatively. He removed his finger. He moved it to her mouth. “See, Rowena.” He pressed his finger between her lips. “Suck, Rowena. Taste how wet your cunt is.”
She hesitated.
“Suck,” he ordered as he slapped the cheek of her ass.
She immediately obeyed.
He felt her tongue on his finger. He felt her sucking. “That feels good,” he said. He removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue. He ravaged her mouth until her breathing was ragged.
He stepped back from her. He tore open the condom and rolled it over his thick shaft.
“No,” she protested as she watched.
“Yes.”
She shook her head no.
“Lift your leg, Rowena.”
She hesitated.
“Do it,” he ordered. “I need to fuck you now.”
She raised her leg up.
He hooked it around his waist. “Keep it there,” he ordered.
He guided his cock into her pussy. “I want to thrust this into your core in one quick deep movement. But, you need to be shown how much you want my cock.”
“No, I don’t,” she said, but her voice lacked any real conviction.
He slapped her ass. She bucked forward.
“See, you do.”
“That’s not fair,” she whined, but it was a sweet sound.
“I didn’t say this was going to be fair. It’s not fair to me either. I want to fuck you so hard you cry out my name when you come. But first you have to admit you want it. When you admit you want it, then I’ll fuck you the way you should be fucked.”
“No.” The word sounded forced, which reinforced his belief that she did wish to be fucked.
He moved his cock inside her slightly and then pulled out.
She moaned.
“Very nice.” He pressed inside again. “Do you want it?”
“No.”
He pulled out and then pushed in just the slightest amount, teasing her cunt. Her juice made a sucking sound. “Your cunt is asking for more. Do you want it?”
“No.” The refusal was filled with repressed desire. She sounded like she was in agony trying to control her body.
“You do.” He never stopped his gentle assault. “Your words say no, but your body says yes. Your body speaks the truth.”
“No.” She gasped and moaned. The chains above her head rattled as she fought for control.
“Come for me now, Rowena. Teach my cock a lesson, explode on it. Tear it apart.” He continued the gentle assault with his cock. He lowered his lips to her neck and began to suck.
“Oh, my God,” she screamed as her body jerked in her
release.
“Do you want to know how much better this can be? Do you want me to take you to heaven and beyond? Do you want my cock, Rowena?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” she said on a tortured breath.
“Yes what, Rowena?”
“Yes, I want your cock.”
“What do you want my cock for?”
“I want your cock to fuck me, to drive my cunt crazy. To take me to places I’ve never been.” Her head fell backward in submission.
“Your wish is my command.” He thrust his cock deep inside her. He felt the ripples of her orgasm. “More, Rowena, give me more.” He made a long stroke out and thrust in again.
She moaned and gasped.
He pumped again. She moved her hips toward him to meet the thrust. “That’s it, Rowena. Fuck me, fuck my cock. Conquer my cock, make it your slave.” He clasped both cheeks of her ass and squeezed as he pulled her to him. He pumped her hard, and her pussy quivered again.
He pulled his cock from her smoldering cunt. She was lost in her desire. He unlocked her ankle and wrists. He carried her to the bed. He was going to handcuff her, but her hands were exploring his body. He wanted to feel her touch.
He laid her on the bed and covered her body with his. Her eyes were closed. She breathed in.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Rowena? Do you want to fuck me?”
She opened her eyes. “Yes. Take me where I have only dreamed of going.” She clasped his face and pulled his lips to hers. “You may have awakened a monster.” She held his head as she plundered his mouth.
He returned her ardor in kind. He found her pussy and sheathed his cock once again. He supported his weight on his elbows.
She moaned into his mouth.
He began a slow onslaught of thrusts. She soon matched his rhythm. Her hands moved to his shoulders and back. He allowed the kiss to end as her breathing and his became heavy. He looked into those now warm, desire-heated blue eyes.
“I like this,” he said.
“So do I,” she admitted.
“Come for me, Rowena.” He changed his angle so he was massaging her clit.
“Oh, my,” she breathed. Her pussy twitched, and her eyes rolled into her head.
“That’s it, baby, come.” He pumped harder and deeper.
Her breathing became ragged and in fast gulps. She began to undulate faster.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up, Rowena.” He looked into her eyes.
“Then come and join me in this ecstasy.” She bit her bottom lip as her cunt began pulsing on his cock. “I’m coming, Stephen,” she shouted as she clawed his back.
It was more than he could handle. His name on her lips drove him over the edge. The depth of his climax was something he’d never experienced before.
Chapter 3
Their breathing quieted. Rowena regained her senses. The man still covered her and his cock was still inside her. So why was she in no hurry to move? All of her upbringing, her moral teaching should have her riling against this man. He’d done unspeakable things to her. She wouldn’t lie to herself. She’d liked it. She didn’t want him to know it, but she had a funny feeling he did. Something about this man made her what she normally was not, a very sensual woman.
She’d finally found him. The man who could make her feel like a woman, the man who could bring her to orgasm, multiple times in one night, in one lovemaking session. Her mind and heart were in a tizzy. She breathed in his masculine scent. She would never forget the way this man smelled. The Stephen smell.
He stirred above her. She opened her eyes to his warm gaze. She felt his cock flex inside her.
“Oh my.” She couldn’t help but smile.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe for the time being. I’m famished. Would you like to get something to eat?”
“You mean leave this room?” Her mind contemplated the possibility of escape.
“Of course leave this room. We can go to the cafeteria.”
“Cafeteria?”
He frowned. “Yes.” He sounded odd, like he thought she was insane.
“We have to dress to go to the cafeteria, right?”
“Yes.”
He looked at her with questions in his eyes. Suspicion seemed to be mounting.
“Yes, I would like something to eat.” She wouldn’t be able to swallow a thing, but she had to use this circumstance and take a chance. Maybe she could run away from him before he could catch her. She would have to try.
“Good.” He pushed himself off of her. He kissed her nose before he rose.
She felt cold and lonely without him. She chided herself for such foolish feelings.
He went into the bathroom and closed the door. She sprang out of the bed and trotted across the room. She turned the knob of the door into the room. She thought she’d heard him lock it when he’d come in. She moved back to the bed. She picked up her shoes on the way.
The bathroom door opened. Stephen stepped out. “Your turn to freshen up,” he said. He was smiling.
God he was handsome when he smiled. He stood there naked, and she devoured him.
“Hold that thought. First we eat.”
She blushed. She didn’t think her thoughts about jumping his bones were quite that obvious.
“Take your clothes in with you. You might as well get dressed.”
She nodded and gathered her clothing. She closed the bathroom door behind her. She looked around the small room. The only window was small and too high for her to reach. She might not even fit through it if she tried.
She looked in the mirror. Her face was slightly flushed. It was a becoming color. She’d never seen her eyes this shade of blue before. Her lips were a little puffy. She touched them and remembered Stephen’s kisses. She closed her eyes and felt heat building in her lower region. “Stop that this instant,” she ordered her reflection. The reflection smiled and mouthed the word no.
She freshened up as best she could.
Stephen was in the other room rushing her. “Come on, slowpoke. I’m starving.”
“I’m working on it. Hold your horses,” she shouted through the door. She put on the black suit. It had a red trim around the collar and lapels. The trim ran down both sides of the zippered front. The red matched her shoes perfectly. She slipped them on. She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening the slightly tousled look it had taken on. She opened the door.
Stephen gave an appreciative whistle when he saw her. “Damn, that suit fits you like a glove. It looks like it was made for you.”
“It was.” She smiled at his heated stare. He looked like he was thinking about undressing her. “I thought you said you were hungry.”
“I was, I am,” he stammered. “Are you some kind of corporate executive that you have to have clothes tailored to fit you?”
“Yes.” She smiled, hoping and waiting for the usual intimidated and awed look she received when a man found out.
He took her hand. “Well, let me see.” She twirled her around as if in a dance. “You look good enough to eat.” He gave her ass a quick light slap. “Maybe later.”
Well, she wasn’t expecting that. He kept her hand in his and pulled her toward the exit. He let go long enough to unlock the door. He moved her through the opening. He hooked his arm through hers at the elbow and twined his fingers between hers. He led her to the cafeteria like this.
The cafeteria, more a dining room, was large enough. It held about fifteen tables. It was a hot and cold buffet serving system.
“How do you pay for the food?” She was hoping to ask for help.
He gave her another strange look. “It is provided by the management.”
“Oh.” She furrowed her brow and looked around. Two tables had people occupying them. They appeared to belong here the same way that Stephen did. They were dressed for the part. These people really did like leather.
He handed her a dish. “Choose what you want to eat.” He moved away from her. He began filling his plate.
She saw an exit door on the other side of the room. Could it be as simple as that, just walk out? She put some salad on her plate and caught up to Stephen.
“Where do you want to sit?” he asked.
“Over there.” She nodded to a table near the exit.
He shrugged. “One table is as good as another, okay.”
They sat down. Stephen began to eat heartily. “Forgive me. I didn’t have a chance eat before I came tonight. I’m really hungry.”
“It’s all right with me. There’s nothing wrong with a good appetite.”
“Says the woman with the rabbit food on her plate.” He smiled.
“I’m not really hungry. I’m still not comfortable being here. I know you don’t believe me, but I’m here against my will.”
His lips quirked upward. She knew he was humoring her. She recognized that pacifying smile.
“So you said.”
“You don’t believe me.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and flattened her lips.
Stephen stood up. To the entire room, he said, “Does anyone here believe this woman is here against her will? Is anyone ever kept here against their will?”
Everyone shook their heads in the negative and said no. One man said, “If that’s the way she wants to play it, she is.” He gave her an appreciative ogle.
She tsked and rolled her eyes.
Stephen sat down. “Do you understand why I doubt you? People role-play in here.”
“Do you role-play?”
“No, I’m a Dom all the time. That’s why I come here. I like to do what I like to do. You have made it interesting tonight.”
“Interesting?”
“Very. I am captivated by you.” He looked at her and glanced away as if he didn’t want her to see something in his eyes.
She pushed the salad around her plate.
“Do you like roses?” he asked out of the blue.
“Yes, I do. Why?”
“You look like a rose kind of the girl.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Girl?”
“Oh, I forgot the corporate executive shouldn’t be called a girl.” He sounded apologetic.
She smiled and nodded. “That’s right.” This was something new. For the first time in a very long time, she was glad her corporate position intimidated someone.
