by C. G Miller
“Come.” My voice growls.
With small slow steps she moves close enough for me to yank her wrist, pulling her onto my lap. Caressing her naked flesh rubbed raw from my assault earlier, I see pink blotches and scrapes painting her breasts.
I ask, “Are you hungry?” Her stomach begins to gurgle as if on cue.
She is now thinking about the last time she ate.
“Are you thirsty?” Kat begins moving her tongue around in her mouth .
“Do something for me and I’ll feed you.” Her eyes fall as she nods yes.
“Kiss me like you mean it.” My eyes stare at her intently as her chest heaves up and down with anticipation of agreeing. The dark glossed overlook in her eyes tells me she’s ready to play this game. With a seductive touch, she holds my face in her hands and slowly brings her head to mine. When our lips touch, she teases me with a few small pecks before diving in, kissing me passionately.
Her lips are soft, tasting of vanilla, my breathing picks up engulfed in her. I remain still letting her devour me when she abruptly stops.
“I didn’t say to stop.” Kat begins to kiss me again, her eyes scrunch with fear. Trying to focus her mind on anything but me, her body can’t help reacting as her nipples harden.
I pull away from her whispering, “My sweet Kat. Are you thirsty?” Her breathing is more ragged when she whispers back, “Yes.”
“Lay down.” I command as I begin to unbutton my black dress shirt. Neatly folding the shirt, I place it on top of a towel placed above the sink. Wrapping her arms around herself trying to hide, I continue to stare.
“Don’t hide for me.” Kat reluctantly sets her hands at her sides. Standing at the front of the mattress, I let my pants along with my underwear fall.
Climbing on top of her, I rest my weight on her to let her be embraced with just our skin. Her beautiful eyes leer, remembering me. My elbows dig into the mattress on either side of her head as my erection begins to grow against her leg.
“Touch me.” I say with hoarseness.
Her hands roam up my arms, across my lower back, and finally rest on my shoulder blades. Gently placing my forehead on hers, I search her waiting for her safe word. But, to no avail would it come. Continuing her long thought out fantasy, I kiss her deeply. The act is of love and power, just what she wanted. Abruptly stopping, I grab my clothes and head back up the stairs.
Leaving me anxious with a hardon, I relieve myself in the shower before going back to the monitors to watch her.
My chest rises and falls quickly as I watch her through the monitors. Slowly, she wraps the blanket around herself. Watching her walk to the sink, I stomp my feet around to make a rustle to startle her. She stops and after a few moments she continues. Making a cup with her hand, she fills it until there is enough water to put in her mouth. Sloshing the water around, she spits and repeats this action three more times. Peering at the towel, she puts it in the sink letting the water cover it entirely. Once done, she carefully wrings it out and begins wiping down her body.
Leaving her alone for a few hours, I busy myself looking over her contract again. You could say I am a special type of experience ranging from being an obedient boyfriend, to the dominant, to the submissive, and then there is the extreme. The extreme is what some women want. I wish it was not part of the service but, I happily oblige fulfilling my own dark fantasies.
They are the certain type of women that have no love in their life. They want to be treated like the trash they assume they are. It eventually ends with them paying someone like me to end it for them. I prefer my dominant experiences, but because I have a wide variety of skills, I normally get placed with these types of situations.
Splashing cold water on her sweet sleeping face, I lean over her and pull her arms with force to make her stand. Showing off her nakedness, the air conditioner kicks in making her nipples react as goosebumps line her flesh.
Pulling her into me, I hold her tightly. So tight, I feel her restrain and tense up. Becoming claustrophobic she begins to squirm, and I grip even tighter. “No.” She chokes, unable to breathe.
I shh her, “Everything will be fine my sweet Kat.”
My grip tightening every time she struggles back, she eventually catches on and begins relaxing, becoming still, and silent. Backing away from her agitated with no fight, I demand she sit down on the mattress.
“They fear you dead Kat. Police have called off the search for you and now they are looking for a body. Your family didn’t come for you Kat.” My words roll off my tongue with ease as fright sets in her.
“You have been here seven days my sweet Kat. There is no one waiting for you. But, I will always be here for you.” I say calmly.
She begins to hyperventilate, “No one is coming for me?”
“No one.” Her voice is small. I stroll over to her, bending down; I am eye level with her. Running my hands through her hair and along her round cheek I try to comfort her. “You have me.” My lips graze her forehead.
I leave her to get her, her last meal.
“I assumed you must be hungry, here.” I place it next to her as she examines the few crackers on the plate.
“Don’t worry,” I coo, “I’ll bring you something better if you do as I say.” She nods her head in agreement just trying to pretend to survive. Flashing a very happy smile, “Eat up, and I’ll be back in a bit.”
Going to my closet, I retrieve the ripped jeans she picked out and put the white tee shirt on like requested. Opening the box the agency sent to me, I take the whip out and unravel it. My adrenaline pumps faster through my veins with the anticipation building up while I head back down to her.
“Laydown on your stomach.” I command. Her eyes go wide as she watches the black whip.
Disinclined to do as she is told, she sluggishly lays face down on the bed. Running my fingers down her spine, stopping at her butt, I squeeze hard. My breathing picks up as she lays there shaking with fear. Before I know it, I am moving on my own accord smacking her back forcing her screams out in anguish. Two more smacks come quickly, then the tears start to flow from her pretty eyes.
Who broke you to need this?
Her screams grow louder as two more smacks come down on her back in quick succession. “Scream for me my sweet Kat.” I mumble. “No one will hear you.” Not holding back her tears mixed with screams, I count ten more lashes till I stop.
Straddling on top of her, I run my hands over the back of her neck. She protests my weight and I force her face into the mattress. Taking myself out of my pants, I push with force into her ass. After a few screams, all that is heard are my grunts that last a few pumps before I quickly slide out. My warm moisture squirts onto her back.
Battered and broken, she frantically searches the whole room for a weapon. She inspects the chain around her ankle heavily. I contemplate as I watch her if she is truly engulfed in this rape fantasy that will kill her or if she is playing for me?
I watch her acting out her plan by breaking the drinking glass I left behind on purpose. She hides it carefully under the mattress as she waits for me to return.
This is really going to hurt; I think to myself.
I bring her bacon and eggs which was not on the contract but, it might be my heart showing just a little bit. Like a savage, she sits up her eyes searching mine. Staring back at her, I hope she sees I am trying to give her a way out by going off script. But instead, she stuffs the food in her mouth.
“Good girl my sweet Kat.”
Once she finishes, she watches me undress. Laying her on her back, I begin to thrust and grunt thinking about that shard of glass, my erection begins to soften. Counting down the seconds, the sharp pain hits as she grunts from the force of pushing the jagged glass into my side. I hovel over in pain falling onto the cement floor. The thud is loud as I moan in anguish.
Frantically, she searches my pants for a key. Relief washes over her when she grasps it. Kat rushes to unlock the lock. After a moment, it clicks open and she be
gins to run for her life up the stairs. When she meets the open door, I pull her with force making her body bounces off each step until she is back in the cement hole.
Forcing her on her back, my naked body weighs her down. With both hands around her face I angrily say, “Why my sweet Kat? Why?” Moving my fingers down to her neck, my blood ridden drool falls to her face while I squeeze harder and harder. Kat flops, hitting her hands on mine. Growling, I lean down biting her cheek. But to no avail for her, my grip continues to tighten.
Chapter 5 Cree
Kat’s struggling only made me enjoy her even more. It was like art that I was creating to make her brake against me. The harder she struggled, the tighter I gripped her neck until I heard a crunch. I weighed my enjoyment and consciousness coming to the realization that this time, was too much.
Retreating back upstairs, I slowly come down from my high. Walking to the kitchen, I open the fridge and take a gulp out of the jug of orange juice, the cold seep of blood slides down my leg to the floor.
Such a mess.
My phone vibrates against the green granite countertop and I see I have a missed call from Eve, the CEO for the X-Perience. I’ll deal with her later. Tossing the phone back down on the counter I retreat to my bedroom.
I climb the stairs to the third floor where my master bedroom is. Walking through it to the magnificent master bath, I jump in the shower to clean my wounds and the dried blood from my body. Once I’ve finished, I open the medicine cabinet retrieving some butterfly stitches. Luckily she didn’t get me too bad but, she did dig a little deeper than rehearsed. Putting on some loose-fitting pajama pants I go back to the second floor, the main living area to relax.
The stereo sits next to the entertainment center that should have a tv but doesn’t. I’d rather listen to music than tv. Music helps me relax after a high adrenaline rush from my play toys. Tonight, I listen to some Chopin while sipping on a straight bourbon. I lean my head back onto the back of the leather couch with my eyes closed inundating myself with his melodies.
Feeling more relaxed, I grab the bleach, a blue tarp, some rags, and a bucket of water. Turning on the overhead light to the basement below the garage, it is lighted bright giving me a better sight to see my mess. As if I am robotic, I lay the tarp out, rolling her body onto it. Brushing my hand over her cheek, a few tears leave my eyes and I whisper, “I’m sorry my sweet Kat.” Wrapping her up like a present I drag her to my BMW 3 series and lug her into the trunk.
Retreating back, I take everything out of the basement and proceed to cover the entire floor with bleach. I let it sit for ten minutes before I dump buckets of water over it and push the liquid towards a built-in drain under the sink. I then repeat the process with the walls as I scrub every inch tiresomely.
Good as new.
Walking up the stairs, I shut the light off and close the door. My phone is ringing as I climb the stairs to the second floor. Retrieving it from the counter, I now have six missed calls from Eve. As I go to call her back, my phone begins to sing with her name across the screen.
“Eve.”
“Cree, I have been trying to get a hold of you. I have another experience for you.” Eve is standoffish as she continues, “Bear with me. This one isn’t like any others you have done. She is inexperienced looking for a good time.”
“Eve,” I exaggerate, “You know I don’t do virgins. It’s not my particular taste.”
“Cree I know your tastes, but this one is different. She is open to almost anything. I’ll send you the contract. Please look it over and get back to me as soon as you can. Also, don’t forget premiums are due if you would please pay into the honey pot so we can continue to keep a clean business.”
“Okay Eve. I also finished with the last experience earlier today. Just use the pay from that for my premium. I need a clean-up too.” That was code for she got what she wanted and now I needed someone to come get the body before she started to rot.
My laptop made a singing noise notifying me the contract was sitting in my inbox. I reluctantly put the task aside to go sit out on the balcony to enjoy the sweet heat and watching the sun disappear. I sucked on a cigar as the car engines vroomed by from below and the night lights began to blanket Vegas.
A text from Eve reminds me, I had to open my laptop. When the contract appeared, I felt inclined to deny taking it on. She was a virgin from a small-town that wanted a getaway to pay to lose her virginity. This girl was young, and her needs would only get lost in the act as my dominance overtook her, turning her into an addict that would never go away.
Eve knew that. Otherwise she wouldn’t be so hell bent on my taking this contract. Eve wanted money and this girl would bring more in because she would get addicted to the experience. I knew better from past experiences.
I have had three submissives that were older, experienced, and they still got too attached. The X-Perience isn’t for that. It’s a way to get lost for a little while, to release some tension, then return back to your everyday life. This girl though, she didn’t care about her everyday life. She would get attached and I didn’t need that headache.
“Eve, I am not taking the contract,” I explain over the phone, “It is not something I feel comfortable accepting.”
“Cree, don’t overthink this.” She muses.
“Maybe get Mario to do it.” I say.
“Mario is a little tied up at the moment.” Eve laughs. “Please Cree, I’ll owe you one. You know I don’t beg, but, I am begging you.” She did sound desperate and with a huff, I agreed.
I stared at the contract for days with resistance and intrigue waiting to when I would finally break this girl in. The cleaners had come and replaced my blue BMW with a black one, as for the body, I am not sure where they go. Probably a furnace or buried somewhere in the vast desert. Depends on what they agree to with Eve.
Chula, my rottweiler barked wanting to play so I did as she asked. We went out back playing fetch for a bit until the sun was too high and the heat unbearable. Anxiously waiting for Eve to call, busying myself wasn’t working.
Whenever I received a new contract, the adrenaline was a rush that forced my veins to bulge. It had to do with the fact that I never met them until after I had shined them. The whole process is invigorating with intense expectation and unknown.
I was a monster and women loved being my play toys for a small amount of time. Until I broke them, or they got attached and then I would walk away. That’s when I knew my job was done. Getting attached was a big no at the top of my list of limits. My limit tied into my three rules:
1 Play the game
2 Don’t get attached
3 Never fall in love
Love was a big issue for me. You could say I was broken by a woman at one point. I loved her so much, I didn’t think I would survive. But, then came a fate encounter with a tall blonde by the name of Eve who introduced me that there are ways of forgetting and letting go in a different manner.
The X-Perience saved me in a way. I was able to harness the demons that laid deep within me to let them express themselves in a safe environment to help let go.
My money was always burning a hole in my pocket, with no one to spend it on, it allowed me to lavish beautiful women to get what I wanted. They became deserving, obedient, trustworthy, beautiful flowering buds as they grew to be more comfortable in their skin during their daily lives.
Chapter 6 Kyle
I watched the customers as they came in and out of the store. A local couple came in, but they never shopped together. He would go one way and she another. They would only meet up when they added to the basket and it made me curious as to why. Why did they come shop together but, really not together? What were they hiding?
Someone is always hiding something. People hide their most precious secrets to not expose what one truly is behind closed doors. I had become a person like that recently. Before, I was an open book with nothing to hide. I expressed my feelings openly and had no filter until now.
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sp; Harboring a secret now, I find myself changed. I’m more inclined to hold my tongue, because when I speak now, I feel dirty for what my thoughts hold. Paying an agency to live out what is missing in my life puts a feeling of guilt upon me. Most likely because I am truly not comfortable in the quiet rerun of this life.
When the email notification sounded from my phone, I become giddy wanting to grab it and read it. Unfortunately, for some reason the store is busy, and my line is full.
Moving as quickly as I can to clear the line, my hopes are drained as more and more people pile into this tiny market. To my surprise the bookkeeper comes out and opens another register frustrated that there is a bus outside.
“Judy can I take my break now?” I ask before she goes to turn out the light to her check stand. With a frustrated grunt she boasts, “I guess.”
I scurry to grab my phone and disappear to the backroom, and out onto the loading dock. As I sit on a blue pallet, my fingers linger over the email anxious of what the inside says.
With the minutes passing quickly, I press on the email hard to be met with a warm greeting.
Welcome Kyle,
We are pleased to fulfill your fantasies. Attached you will find a detailed outline of your experience. You will be placed with Cree, a nurturing companion that is eager to treat you so heavenly. All expenses will be paid by the companion Cree, we ask in return you sign up as a member for The X-Perience. You will be notified of new companions, and a full gallery of scenarios to choose from for a yearly fee of twenty-five hundred dollars. Just follow the link below. We look forward to having you in the great Sin City. Once you have become a member, electronically sign the detailed outline, and then enter your member ID in the blank box next to your signature. It will automatically send back to me and we will get the dates in the calendar.
