Bdsm Sex Stories

by Olga Menson

  "I'm going to be harsh with you. You understand that, right?"

  Tonya nodded, and I ran my thumb over her full lips. She sucked it into her mouth, and I felt her tongue exploring it as if it were my cock.

  "Good girl," I said, removing my hand. Then I slapped her once, hard across the face. Tonya cried out, and I recognized the familiar mix of pleasure, pain, arousal, and fear. Yes, my sister had chosen her very well.

  "Spread your legs," I ordered. Tonya instead squeezed them together and tried to look pouty. She wasn't bad at it, but I knew what she needed. I slapped her again, this time with the back of my hand. Both times had been controlled, hard enough to sting, but not to bruise or cause serious harm. I'd had enough experience to understand these things. Tonya moaned and sobbed, and her legs parted.

  "God, you're beautiful," I said, thrusting my finger inside of her without any warning. She was tight and wet and ready. Fuck, I wasn't sure I'd ever felt a woman so ready. She moaned and tried to roll her hips back at my hand.

  "Do you know who I am?"

  Tonya paused, then shook her head.

  "You're a bad liar, Tonya," I said, pistoning two fingers inside of her while I abused her little clit with my other hand. She moaned again, this time so loud it made the room reverberate.

  "You understand that knowing who I am makes you more dangerous to me, and therefore puts your life in danger too," I said, never stopping my fingers. She nodded and shook all over as she came. It was as though she was trying to resist the orgasm from taking her uselessly. I knew what she wanted, so it was easy to coax them out of her. She wanted fear and a powerful man to hurt her, dominate her, use her. I pulled my fingers out, and she cried out, rolling her hips forward and lifting them in the air, begging with her body for more.

  "Do you know how many girls my family has killed here? Not even I do. I haven't murdered anyone. Not yet, anyway," I moved over her, squeezing and then kissing and biting her breast through the tight latex, and sliding my engorged cock over her slit, but not entering her. I moved closer, to her ear, and whispered.

  "You're so perfect. Why I might have to strangle you afterward to make sure that no one else gets a chance to defile you..."

  Tonya didn't react at first, and for a moment I was worried that I'd pushed her too far, then I felt her body. She was tight and shuddering. She'd come again, and I knew that most of it had been from my words. I waited for a moment, gave her a chance to fall limp.

  Then I rammed my cock inside of her in one smooth motion, giving her no time to prepare or stop me. I buried myself deep, and I did it hard. Tonya gasped, and I wondered if I had hit her cervix. It was too late for me to care, however. The games had aroused me. Now I lost control.

  I'm ashamed of how it played out after that.

  I slammed into her, hard, again, and again. I was fast. I heard her moan and cry out over and over. I mauled her neck through the latex and bit her, hard. At that moment, Tonya was every woman who I'd ever wanted and been frustrated by. She was Nina, so far away, and Rachel, with her strange teasing, Sarah with her half-truths. She was my mother, loving but distant.

  Mostly, though, she was Isa. Isa, that bitch who said she loved me but let me go as if I never mattered at all. The cold-hearted woman who dragged me back with threats and played with me. I wanted her so badly at that moment. I wanted to punish her. I wanted to hold her.

  I'd lost track of my actions, and I was fucking her hard enough to leave severe bruises. Tonya was simply doing her best to ride it out. She never said no. In fact, she never said anything, but it didn't matter for much longer.

  I was close, nearly there. I felt my hand close around her throat, in the way another lover so enjoyed, right at the moment of orgasm. I wasn't careful enough, I was fierce, and I came. Her expression changed from pleasure to shock, but she came again none the less, much harder than before, and her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, holding me.

  I came, again and again, filling her. I didn't care if she was bruised inside and out. I didn't care that she couldn't breathe. I wanted to fill her with my child and never speak to her again. I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to die.

  I released her throat, and she dragged in a long and ragged breath. Thank god. I was shaking.

  "Good...girl," I managed to get out. I undid the straps holding her arms, one at a time. To my surprise, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in. She kissed me passionately. I responded. We were both very grateful to one another for what had happened, although I reviled myself for how I had lost control and how much aggression I had in me towards the women in my life. I was damaged like my father, but I couldn't blame him for this.

  After a while, we stopped kissing, and I rolled over, and she lay on my chest. I caressed her back gently. Apparently, she had nowhere to be, as soon her breathing was coming regularly and slowly. She slept as only the well-fucked can, deep, and satisfied.

  I slid out from under her. She made a noise of protest but did not wake. I dressed and left, closing the door quietly behind me.

  * *

  The trip back was uneventful. Rachel, seeing my expression, left me alone. Inside I was a strange mix of relaxation, self-loathing, and anger. I had to get the latter under control. I had to. I never wanted to hurt someone beyond what they wanted. I went to the study in the back of the manse, where I'd spent many evenings reading or talking to Isa or Rachel. I'd replaced the gun and holster back into the compartment in the car. I took off my jacket and loosened my bow tie, then I poured myself a whiskey and sat down. Despite my internal conflict, I felt terrific. Fulfilled. It had been a very long time since sex had made me feel this good. It somehow made me feel more guilty, as the sex with Sarah was also excellent, but it didn't meet my need for cruelty. I closed my eyes for a moment.

  "Wake up," a voice said. It was firm and commanding. I did.

  "Oh," I snapped, without thinking, annoyed at being pulled out of a restful sleep "it's you..."

  Isa stood before me, dressed in relaxed jeans and an elegant black turtleneck sweater. She must of gotten back from her trip early. Or I'd been asleep for longer than I had intended. Her facade cracked a bit and her small smile turned down. I could see the beginning of tears in her eyes, which made no sense to me at all. Regardless, I hadn't meant to be such an asshole.

  "Do you really hate me that much?" Isa asked.

  I took a deep breath. I was too tired to lie to myself or her.

  "I don't hate you. I hate myself. I'm just taking it out on you. I'm sorry."

  Isa looked less sad, but her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

  "Why?"

  "Because," I sighed, "because I almost attacked someone at the party. Because I took this girl, Isa. I really took her. I was brutal with her. I couldn't stop myself. And when I was done with her, I felt fantastic. I lost control, Isa. I could have really hurt her. In fact, I just let her fall asleep afterwards. I never even asked if she was okay."

  I felt a dim sort of panic and made to stand up, but Isa smiled at me, very gently, and pushed me back down. She sat next to me, close, like she would have many years ago.

  "Then perhaps you need to think less. If she would have been hurt beyond what...what she wanted, then I would have been informed. If she wanted you to use her and you did, then both of you are happy. This was consensual. I was also informed of the verbal altercation. You didn't attack him. You were ready, and you didn't back down. Normally both of us would think that to be juvenile behavior but I know that you did it for the appearance of strength. For the family. For me. Don't think I'm not appreciative. Besides, Tonya did leave a rather glowing review, as it were."

  Isa smiled again. She had obviously had some kind of report from Rachel or someone else at the Brigantine, but I had expected that. Without thinking, I put my arm around her, as I would have many years ago. She flinched back, hard, almost standing up. It was so fast that I was stunned. I was hurt for a moment before I saw her eyes. There was real fear there. I was
suddenly aware that I had been gone for many years, and had no idea of what might have happened to the girl that I knew and loved all those years ago.

  "Are you okay?"

  "I'm sorry. I...I don't like to be touched by men without warning first. I swear it's not you at all, it's something that... I've developed."

  "Then I won't touch you again without your permission," I said, feeling stupid. Isa nodded and smiled again. Then, cautiously, slowly, as if she were deer exploring a place to spend the night, she moved into me. She leaned into my arm, wrapping her own around it. After a moment, she moved it, so I was holding her around her shoulders, and she curled into my chest.

  Isa was, at that moment, the most vulnerable I'd seen her since I left those many years ago. She cried softly, for reasons that I did not understand, but I could tell that she was grateful for the contact. I held her close to myself, and we sat there for a long time before we went to our separate beds.

  I felt, not for the first time that something else was going on here, something that I couldn't quite see.

  I had to figure out what I was missing. If not for my sake, then for Isa's.

  * * *

  Clues

  * * *

  If I was going to live in the family home, then I couldn't afford to be naive or ignorant. I started digging. I wasn't subtle about it, but I didn't exactly tell anyone either. My residency before this had focussed on getting acquainted with the business side of things, and that continued. I had a flight early the next week that would take me through the east coast holdings and then out to the Caribbean for a few days. I'd get about a half-hour of sun because I'd be there to meet the various shady bankers and fund-managers that we relied on to keep our wealth secret and safe. I found out on the way that the entire island was a De Heer property, vaguely associated with the Bahamas but ours in reality.

  In the meantime, I started my investigation by getting to know the numerous staff in and around the manse. It wasn't truly all in use. The west wing was closed, and we wouldn't re-open unless we had a lot of overnight guests. It was something like a hotel over there if hotels had bespoke rooms for different tastes and requirements. Outside the manse, there were around twenty buildings in various states of use. I visited most of them, especially the barracks, where the security staff stayed when they were "on assignment." They typically worked here for two weeks and then rotated out for a month. They were intentionally insulated from the inner workings of the manse, even at the level of security for the De Heer organization. The closest thing to someone "in charge" was Rachel, and I would have to be very careful about how I approached her. She was professional enough to protect the secrets of her employers and friends.

  The groundskeepers were polite and efficient, but they were even more isolated from the manse than the security staff. They mostly lived in town. Also, if they saw something, they were so well paid (and had actual benefits in an age where corporations continuously canceled pensions) that they wouldn't talk about it.

  That left the people who worked inside the house itself. There were around 20 "general staff." This included maids, assistants, and cooks. All wore black and white uniforms that varied according to their roles. The suit was necessary. It told us, and any privileged guests, who was available for free use.

  They knew that they were there to do a job and to be our sexual servants. It was that simple. All were attractive, although they varied tremendously in look and personality, save that they had a predisposition to submission and service, and a tendency to avoid monogamy. That might change later in life, but it was an excellent way to make a lot of money in a relatively short time. Most stayed for five years. There was one particularly attractive woman named Senga, tall, olive-skinned, blonde, and very fit, who had been here even when I was a child. She had been one of Father's favorites, I think, because she could take anything he threw at her and be back up and ready again in under a week.

  Since everyone else was new or simply had no frame of reference for the questions I needed answered, I started with her. She had a room in the northern tower, towards the top. I waited until she was off duty and ensured via the simple and frankly intrusive RFID card scanning app on my phone that she was in her room. Then I walked up the spiral staircase and knocked.

  Senga answered quickly and smiled broadly. She was in her mid or even late forties, but she still looked stunning. Perhaps not in the Cosmo fashion, but she was slender, athletic, and tall. She dressed in simple tights and a pullover for the night. Every part of her looked toned, and her brown eyes were as I remembered them, soulful and intelligent. The room was large, but that was all there was, except for a bathroom. Her bed was on one side, a kitchenette on the other, a small set of shelves was scattered arranged in the remaining free space, filled with a wide variety of books. She didn't have very much space at all. What she did have was one of the best views in the building; three-quarters of the walls had windows.

  "Sir," she said with an appropriately demure smile, "Would you like to come in?"

  She didn't miss a beat. From surprised to inviting and welcoming in seconds. I entered.

  "Thank you," I said, "It's late, and you're off duty, so I'll try to be quick."

  "I think we both know that I'm never really off duty, and there's no need to rush," Senga said, running her hand down my chest.

  "Oh, uh," I said, having had no thought whatsoever as to how my visit would be interpreted, "I, um...actually, I'm here just to ask some questions."

  "Oh," Senga said, with an adorable pout, "well come in. I'm making some tea if you'd like some."

  "Thank you. It's cold up here."

  She smiled as I sat down at her small table.

  "It is, but that's how I love to sleep. And the view is just wonderful."

  "I was surprised to see that you were still here. Pleasantly so."

  Senga laughed, pouring steaming water into a mug for me.

  "Did you expect me to leave after your father passed? Oh, I hope you like mint."

  "I love mint. Thank you." I sipped the tea carefully as Senga sat down, then looked up in surprise. "This was my father's favorite."

  She laughed again, delighted.

  "I thought you'd like it. I'm pleased that you remember. You're a lot like him."

  I managed to only flinch a little bit at the intended compliment.

  "I suppose I am. What made you stay after my father passed?"

  "Well...to be honest. I never intended to. I was going to do five years and then leave. But...I fell in love with this place...and at least a little bit with your father. Is that weird to hear?"

  It was my turn to laugh.

  "It might be, but this is a weird family."

  "I guess it is. The thing is, I knew that I never would be your father's only woman. I never intended to replace your mother. I had no illusions about romance, in any case. It started as a job, then turned into more. When your father died, it was hard for me, and I was honestly preparing to leave. I thought most of us would be fired. But your mother kept me on, even promoted me. I'm good at organization and administration, and I guess she knew it. The money is still good, the benefits are wonderful, and I get to live here. It won't last forever, but nothing does."

  "Hmm...and you don't have any problem with...with the arrangements?"

  "You mean with having to fuck whoever you want me to? No. I date, of course. A lot of us do, but I keep it casual and tell them that I'm not exclusive. And...I mean, let's be honest. You haven't exactly been taking advantage of our services."

  "It feels...wrong."

  Senga laughed at that as though it were the funniest thing in the world.

  "I mean...wow. You're so much like him. You look like him when I first met him. I was eighteen then, you know. But you're also so different. It's all right to use us. We're here for that. Some people love it. I know that I do."

  Senga put her hand on mine, and I didn't move it.

  "So...you've probably seen a lot then."

&n
bsp; For the first time, I saw her smile fade. I got the impression that she was a very open person. My father would have found that uniquely appealing, given all the false fronts he dealt with.

  "Yes. I guess you're not really here to get to know me."

  "No. I'd like that, though."

  "All right. What do you want to know about?"

  "What happened while I was gone. Specifically, in my family, not the business or the manse."

  "A lot happened, Sir."

  "Call me Reuben. Please."

  A faint trace of her earlier smile returned.

  "Your father told me to call him Rudi. Anyway, Reuben, a lot happened."

  "What about with my sister, Isa?"

  "There was something...I...Reuben...I don't know if I should talk about this. I don't want to violate her privacy. I know that you're my employer, but..."

  I didn't disabuse her of her notions of who controlled the money.

  "I'm not doing this because I want to have something over her or to hurt her. I'd never do that. I want to help her, or at least understand what's going on. I feel like I'm missing something, and while I understand that what happened in her work life, I'm concerned that it's having a severe impact on her life."

  "You won't tell her that I spoke to you?"

  "If she asks, I'll say I just came here for amazing sex."

  Senga laughed, then grew more somber.

  "Fine. At some point, after you left, your father changed. He got darker. I know he hurt your mother. I don't think it was precisely abusing her, or at least she wouldn't have described it that way. He loved her, you know." I nodded, and she went on. "He hurt her more. He was much rougher with me. I thought I'd done something wrong, but, again, I could take it. It took me longer to recover, and once...once, he choked me out completely. I really thought that I was going to die. When I came to the on-duty nurse was there with me, and your father was standing behind her. He looked very concerned, which worried, and if I'm honest, flattered me a little. He never allowed himself to show that."