by Harper West
"Don't call me baby," I bit out between gritted teeth.
"Then what would you prefer? Sweetheart? Kitten? My nasty little whore?" He hit me after each suggestion, each slap harder than the last, and I jerked in the cuffs, even though I couldn't go anywhere.
"I like the last one, personally," he said, like we were just having a normal conversation. "I know deep down you're just a little whore who wants to be ruined and fucked just like those women you saw tonight. Don't you?"
I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head. It wasn't true. I didn't want that. I wanted him to let me go, and then I wanted to kick him in the balls for being so presumptuous. If my pussy was wet, then it was just because it had been a while since someone had touched me. Not because of anything Killian thought I wanted.
"Hm, I wonder," he murmured, and I felt a finger tracing over my slit through my panties. I gasped softly and my hips jerked back of their own volition, seeking more of that touch.
He rubbed me gently, and I knew he was right about me being wet. I could tell I was and well on my way to being soaked if he kept touching me like that.
I wanted to grind back and rub myself against his hand, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, leaving be bereft.
And then SMACK!
Chapter 9
Ash
What the fuck?
He had drawn his hand back and slapped me right over my crotch. The thinness of my lacy underwear did nothing to dampen the sensation, and I jumped, a low, guttural moan slipping from my lips.
SMACK!
Killian did it again, and I whined, writhing in my bonds, making the chains rattle.
He was laughing, the bastard, and I tried to catch my breath.
"I'll admit I didn't expect you to like pain as much as you seem to," he said. "But hearing your cute little moans when I slap your pussy has been enlightening."
"Fuck you," I panted. "Go to hell, you son of a bitch."
He slapped right between my legs again, harder this time, and I whimpered.
"Mouthy bitches get put in their place," he said firmly. I could hear him moving, walking around to the front of the bench so I could see him.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to yank my head up so I had to look at him. His eyes were playful, but there was a serious expression on his face. "You don't seem to understand who's in charge here," he said. His voice was low and serious, almost touchable like velvet as he spoke. "If you want to get off tonight, you're going to be a good little slut and do what I say. Otherwise, I'll shove a gag in your mouth and leave you bound here, dripping and desperate until morning. Understand?"
I just stared at him, mouth slightly open. It was the first time he'd really turned the domination on, and I didn't know if I was supposed to be scared, turned on, or amused.
Killian shook me a little, and I focused on him again. "I asked you a question," he said.
I licked my lips and nodded as much as I could with him gripping my hair like that. "Fine, I understand," I muttered. "Sadist."
"Now you're starting to get the picture," he said. He let me go and walked over to one of the dressers against the wall, but I couldn't see what he was getting.
My heart was still racing, slamming in my chest, and I felt all out of sorts. I was definitely still horny, still needy for him to touch me or fuck me or something.
I wasn't ashamed of that. I was a woman with needs, and even with all his undesirable qualities, he was an attractive man. He had a nice dick. I wanted it in me, finally giving me some relief.
Short of telling him to get over here and fuck me, there wasn't anything I could do about it. I was tied down, helpless until he saw fit to release me, and I had a feeling he was really just getting started.
Finally he turned around, and I saw he was holding a dildo in his hands. It was black, looked to be made of silicone, and was probably the biggest toy I'd ever seen.
It was easily longer and thicker than Killian's cock, complete with veins and ridges to simulate the real thing. I had no idea how that was going to fit inside me, but my legs were already trying to spread wider, cut short by the cuffs and the legs of the bench.
I couldn't do anything but watch as he came over with the dildo and a bottle of something I really hoped was lube if he expected that to go in me.
"Since you're so hard up for cock," he said, "I thought I'd start you off with more than you can handle. We'll see how well you take it."
I was breathing hard all over again, this time with anticipation as he went back behind me and started to prepare. I could hear him slicking up the dildo. He paused every now and then to rub his fingers over my slit, teasing me until I was practically dripping and bucking my hips back in little circles.
Need and desire coiled in me, deep and hot, and I could feel it under my skin. I felt like I was going to go crazy if I didn't get a cock in me and soon, and every touch of Killian's hand to my crotch just worked me up even more.
Instead of dragging my underwear down, he just grabbed it on either side and gave a big tear, ripping them right off of me. I couldn’t help but gasp at that, turned on at the show of strength.
Then I was just bare for him. My ass and my pussy were on display. He could see that I was soaking wet and trembling, eager and turned on like I hadn’t been in a while. I waited for him to tease me or make some comment about how I clearly wanted it—wanted him, but he didn’t.
He just kept moving, prepping the dildo, and then moving it so the head of it was pressed right up against my hole.
I shuddered hard, working my hips back even more.
Killian slapped my ass hard, making me jump. “Be patient,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The dildo was big enough that if I tried to force it, I could definitely end up hurting myself, so I tried to wait for him to push it in, breathing hard, unable to be still.
The cuffs kept me in place, though, and they were a constant reminder of how helpless I was and who was in charge here. I couldn’t even reach up to brush hair out of my face. All I could do was wait for him to decide to be ready to give me what I wanted. What I needed at that point.
I could feel my pride crumbling with every press of that thick head against my needy hole. I’d told myself I wasn’t going to end up begging him for anything, but I needed to be filled. I needed to have something inside me, and it felt like I was going to go out of my mind with how long it was taking.
“Please,” I gasped out finally, biting my lip hard for a second. “Please, Killian.”
If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. Instead he was laughing softly behind me. “Please what, baby?” he asked. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want it in me, please. I’m so empty. I need it.”
“Mm, is that what you want? You want a cock in this needy little pussy?” He rubbed the head of the dildo against my slit harder, and my folds parted, trying to suck the dildo in. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
“I want it so bad,” I groaned, hips moving so I could rub against the solid silicone head. “Please, just do it. Just fuck me with it, please!”
He didn’t make me beg more. The dildo withdrew, and I whimpered pathetically, desperate for it to come back. But he didn’t make me wait, either. He pressed the head right back to my hole and then slowly started to push it in.
I nearly came on the spot when that thick head breached me, and I could feel every single vein and ridge in the toy as he forced it into me inch by inch. My walls were spreading, stretching to fit around the massive intruder, and it just seemed to keep going. Every time I thought it was done, that I was as full as I could get, another inch slid in, and my mouth was hanging open while I fought for breath.
My nerves were singing with the pleasure of it, and that pool of molten heat that had been making me so desperate for it was spreading, threatening to overwhelm me before the dildo was even all the way in.
I knew I sounded like the slut Killian had called me, moaning and w
hining, whimpering his name while he made me take every inch of the massive toy.
“What do you think?” he asked, pushing it in that last inch and slamming it home hard enough that I jumped and almost melted from pleasure. “Should I just leave you like this for a while? Tied down and stuffed so full? You should see what you look like.” I almost fell apart right then and there when his fingers came back between my legs and started stroking around my hole where the skin was thin and stretched around the dildo.
“Please don’t,” I gasped, hips working frantically. The chains were rattling, giving away how fucking needy I was, but I didn’t care. My mind was clouded with pleasure, and all I wanted was for him to fuck me. Either with the toy or with his own cock, I didn’t care. I just needed more.
Apparently, he decided to take pity on me, and he grabbed the dildo and started pulling it out of me slowly.
It was such exquisite agony. The slow, sweet drag of the silicone against my walls had me shaking and almost sobbing with pleasure, and I could feel my orgasm bearing down on me already. I was so pent up, and it had been so long since someone other than me had been between my legs, making me feel good.
I couldn’t hold it back, and I didn’t want to. When the wave of sensation washed over me, I let it carry me under, body going tight and then shattering all at once when I cried out and came.
I fought for breath, trying to keep myself coherent as I shook and writhed through the pleasure of it, caught up in the grip of how fucking good it felt.
Killian didn’t stop. He kept fucking me with the dildo, moving it in and out of me in shallow thrusts at times before switching it up to fuck me slow and deep with it. I could feel all of it, and the pleasure was rolling together with the aftershocks of my first orgasm, keeping me on the edge.
All I could do was moan and take it, and the helplessness just added to the sensation. There was something about being used like an instrument for someone else’s pleasure, and even though Killian didn’t have his cock in me, I knew his control freak ass was getting off on it.
He had me at his mercy, desperate and begging, and I knew he had to be enjoying it.
In the morning, I’d be ashamed of myself for giving in like this, but right then and there, all I wanted was more. I was like an addict, and the pleasure was so good, but it wasn’t enough. Every time he thrusted that toy into me, I wanted it more and harder, but Killian kept the pace he wanted, exerting his control by making me take what he wanted to give me. He was in charge of when I came that way, and I shuddered when I realized it.
That wasn’t the part I was into, I told myself. I was just turned on by having a massive dildo shoved into me, and who wouldn’t be? It was the sex, not the circumstances of it, that had me mewling and whining like a needy whore, and nothing else.
I could feel another orgasm building, and this one was going to be big. I closed my eyes, focusing on that feeling, and on the way that dildo felt, moving inside me, bottoming out hard and ramming right into that spot that made me see stars.
The climax hit me all at once, and I nearly screamed, my vision going white around the edges when I forgot to breathe. It hit me like a massive wave, dragging me under and holding me down while it raced, white hot and liquid, through me, searing me from the inside out.
The waves of it went on for what felt like forever, and my body was oversensitive and shaking with pleasure.
At the end of it, I ended up slumped on the bench, grateful for it for holding me up. My heart was racing again, but this time it wasn’t from nerves.
I was too worn out to be nervous.
I was too worn out to do anything but lay there and let Killian handle the rest.
Chapter 10
Killian
It was hard for me to focus on anything productive after that weekend. I was sitting in an investor's meeting on Monday, nodding along with what was being said, but my mind was a million miles away.
It was back at my penthouse on Friday night, with Ash bound over the spanking bench, her wet hole stretched around a toy while she shook and moaned and begged me to fuck her with it.
Fuck, she'd been gorgeous that night. All that fight and all that fire was still there, but she'd been so turned on and desperate that her pleasure had trumped it all.
I thought about the way the light hit her skin, the way her ass had gone such a nice shade of pink when I spanked her, and the way my name sounded when she was moaning it, begging me to give her more.
I'd been a little worried about starting her out so fast, but she'd risen to the occasion like someone who'd done it before.
Of course, she wouldn't admit she enjoyed it.
She was determined to keep acting like she was above it all and only perverts were interested in being tied up and hit and fucked until they cried.
I had proof that with the right motivation, she would enjoy it, too, and my mind was already spinning with ideas for what else I could do to her.
There were so many things I wanted to try. I wanted to take her to the club and show her off, this time with a collar around that gorgeous neck. I wanted to bind her and force her to watch other people get pleasured until she was so desperate for a touch herself that she begged me to do whatever I wanted to her.
That was probably a little much, and it would be a while before I took her to the club to do more than just watch, but one day. We had a whole year ahead of us, after all, and there would be plenty of time to experiment and find out what other ways I could wring pleasure out of her, however reluctant she was to feel it.
I was more than making it worth her while, after all.
Thinking about collars made me remember I really needed to get one. Something understated, probably. Just like with the ring I’d gotten her to cement our marriage, I didn’t see her wearing anything too flashy or edgy. No spikes or anything.
Nothing metal or locking, not yet. Something simple, in a supple black leather, maybe. A single ring in the center, maybe a few metal studs. As long as it wasn't too scary, she might even enjoy wearing it. I wasn't going to hold my breath for that, though. She was stubborn to her core, and even if she liked the collar, she'd pretend to hate it just to spite me.
I was getting so fond of her, honestly.
After my meeting, I had another lined up, but I definitely needed coffee. It was a little out of the way, but I drove to the coffee shop where Ash worked on the off chance she was working that afternoon and would be there for me to tease. Something about the way her cheeks went pink just made my day that much better.
I walked in, and there was someone new behind the counter, while Ash was sweeping the floor off to the side.
They both looked up when the chime over the door went off, customer service looks at the ready, only Ash's was replaced with a scowl as soon as she saw me.
I just grinned back. "Hello," I said.
"Why are you always here?" she demanded.
"Because you serve coffee, and I need coffee to survive? I have a meeting on this side of town in an hour."
She huffed but seemed to accept that and motioned for me to go up to the counter while she finished her sweeping.
Her co-worker, a bubbly woman with her hair in a long braid, grinned at me. "Hi, what can I get started for you today, sir?" she asked.
"Just a latte, thanks," I said.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "The scones are pretty fresh and they're really good. We've got apple cranberry, white chocolate chip, and blueberry banana today."
"I'll just have the latte. I have a late lunch meeting, and I want to save my appetite."
She nodded and rang me up, and I could feel Ash watching me while I waited for my coffee. I put a twenty in the tip jar, just because I could, and then winked at Ash, who scowled darker. She was so crotchety sometimes.
I crooked a finger at her, beckoning her closer, and to my surprise, she came over.
"What do you want?" she asked, hand on her hip.
I licked my lips slowly, suddenly remem
bering all over again how she'd looked stretched around that dildo with my handprints on her ass, taking it so well for me. It was going to be a long day if I couldn't focus, and it just meant I was going to need some stress relief by the end of it.
"What are you doing tonight?" I asked her.
"I know you're rich and rich people don't do things like normal people, but you don't have to keep coming here just to ask me that."
"I came here for the coffee," I said. "I've been coming here since before I even knew you existed."
Ash made a face but let it go. "Fine, whatever. Why do you want to know?"
"Because I have an outing planned."
"Another one? Are we going back to... the club?" She lowered her voice, like she didn't want anyone to know what we were talking about.
I laughed. "No. To a specialty shop I like. There's something I want to get you. A few things, now that I think about it."
She sighed and looked resigned. "Yeah, okay. I get out of class at six."
"Then I'll pick you up at seven," I told her.
Her co-worker came back with my coffee, which I accepted with a smile and started heading for the door.
Before I left I, heard her say to Ash, "Do you know him? Oh my god, he's so hot."
Ash grumbled back "He's not even that hot, Kasey, come on." She'd be blushing if I turned around, I just knew it.
I whistled a cheery tune as I left the coffee shop.
Chapter 11
Killian
A day full of meetings usually meant I was in a bad mood. People could be so stupid sometimes, asking the more idiotic questions and not even really listening to the answers. There were people who thought I'd be careless with my money, or that I'd throw it at whatever cause they put in front of me without doing any research first.
My father had played fast and loose with his fortune from time to time, and people expected the same from me because I was young and had a playboy reputation, but I was smarter than that. I never gave a cent to anyone I hadn't had thoroughly vetted, which clearly annoyed some of the sharks who came after me.
