Leon
Katrina is enchanting. She has a perfect hourglass figure, a rounded ass, and
good leg muscles. I notice her breasts are just right, as are her shapely hips.
Her neck is narrow and her hair, rich and heavy, is streaked with red dye
and cascades down her back. There's plenty to like about this woman
because she's not a girl; that stage of her life is over. She's matured into a
beautifully crafted body and allowed herself the pleasure of keeping it so.
She keeps fiddling with her skirt hem; it won't be smooth for much longer.
My driver knows to say nothing, and what he sees is only ever the road
ahead.
"Now, Katrina. You're in my car. So, you will do as I say. From now on,
you'll always do exactly what I want. Don't worry."
She pales slightly.
"This is what you like, remember? But to be sure, I will give you a
safeword."
"A safeword?"
"You know what that is?"
She nods, and her hazel eyes widen. "It's to protect me as well as you, however." I inhale deeply. "If it's not
working out, we stop, and it ends."
"Not working out?" she says slowly.
"If you use the safeword, then we're not okay. If you don't use it, and regret
things, then I can't help you, Katrina. Water under the bridge. We've only
got this one night, so it's best to play it safe and if you're not able…"
"I won't use it—"
Her naive bravado is making me hot for her. My patience is wearing thin,
though. I press my finger to her lips. "It's up to you. I can't read you. We
don't know each other. It's a dangerous game, don't you think?"
She's trembling slightly. "What is it you like to do?"
"Fuck," I say without emotion. "No compassion. No yielding to kisses and
cuddles. I will fuck you hard until I've had enough. You can have orgasms,
I won't begrudge them, but they're not what I seek."
Katrina's eyes dip. She's contemplating, weighing things up. She so wants
the passion, which I cannot give her. However, that doesn't mean we can't
enjoy the time we have together. I'm not a brute.
"Okay," she says eventually. "What's the safeword?"
"Mars. The red planet. Get it?"
She shrugs. "Not really."
She's far more innocent than she realizes. This is going to be one hell of a
night.
I squeeze her hand. "Katrina."
"Kat, please. I'm Kat with my friends."
"We're not friends, Katrina." I offer her my best contrived apologetic look.
"Yes, of course. I'm sorry. Sir."
Very good. Now lift up your skirt and remove your panties. I want your
bare ass on this leather seat."
She hesitates, and I know why. She's freaking wet below and ashamed of
the mark she's going to leave on the black leather.
"I shouldn't have to ask twice," I say politely. My dominance is coming out,
and this is a test. She knows it already, I think.
She wriggles her panties off, but keeps her skirt tucked underneath. After
she stuffs the tiny patch of fabric, which is molten with her lust, into her
purse, I tap the seat.
"Please, sir. Do I have to?"
I love the pleading as her eyes become large and glassy. I'm amused but
unaffected. The tone of my voice reflects no humor. I can role play too.
"You will do as I say, or I will tell Aleks to pull over and drop you off."
She's breathing quickly, staring around the interior. The windows have
privacy glass. Finally, she lifts her skirt to her waist. I can see her tufted
mound, and the damp of her inner thighs. She's drenched and needy.
"Spread your legs." My cock aches for the space in between.
She drags her knees apart, painfully slowly, her heels jittery on the mat.
I slip my hand behind her neck, grasp her long locks, and tilt her head back.
Then, as she gasps for air, I reach below, and without warning, plunge two
of my fingers into her pussy. She squeals and tries to pull her head away.
"Keep still. This is mine now. For this one night, I own this cunt. Do you
understand?"
"Yes." She lifts her bottom up and tilts her hips up.
My fingers, trapped by her walls, exercise themselves. I tickle and twist,
stretching her open. She's not as experienced as she thinks. This pussy is
still tight and her mound needs to be smooth and bare. Her virginity was
probably taken weeks ago, and in that time, she's only been with worthless
boyfriends, and only discovered what she thinks she should know Your ass is mine, too," I say. My voice betrays my own increasing lust. I
nearly call out to Aleks to pick up speed. Virgins are rare, and hard to
please if unprepared. I will enjoy finding out if she is.
She arches her back and twists away from me. I drag her around, loop my
arm around her chest, and hold her against me.
"Your ass," I hiss. "Ever had a hard cock in there?"
She's gasping, struggling, and very wet. Each plunge of my fingers makes
her clench inside while her hands claw at the seat with her bright red nails.
"A few times," she stammers. "He said it was… fashionable."
A boyfriend of hers watched too many adult movies. Nobody calls it
fashionable. How wonderful for me that I get to find out for myself what
she thinks she knows but doesn't really. She's going to be pounded on all
fours.
My embrace tightens. "If you come on my fingers, there's no way back for
you." My cock won't take a change of heart. She has to be mine, whether
she can take all of me or not. "You'll be mine."
I add another finger and stretch her to the point my knuckles are close to
sliding in. She writhes and whimpers with those little gasps of neediness. I
recognize the signs. Her warm channel is delightful. I cannot wait to feel it
with my bare cock.
"No, no," she moans.
I wait for the safeword. Nothing else comes out of her quivering lips but the
sounds of a frustrated woman on the brink. My joy is palpable, my erection
is close to piercing the fabric of my pants. Soon, I'll be piercing her. The
way she wriggles and squirms excites more of me, and I pin her tighter,
fucking her harder with my pumping fist. Her eyes water, then close and she
starts to pant.
"You're in deep now, doll. I will spank you, fuck you every way possible,
and you'll wish you never looked at me with those flirty eyes." I vigorously
rub her clit with my thumb She shivers. "I… didn't flirt… you did…"
I laugh. "I'm not going to argue with you. You'll be punished because I
wish it."
"Punished?" she whispers. By now, her wetness fully coats my hand.
She comes on a powerful unforgiving thrust, just as I hoped, and continues
to after I withdraw my fingers from her pulsating channel. I remove my
other arm and she flops to one side, curling into the seat and clutching her
ravished pussy. I watch her jerk with the spasms and admire the crimson
flush of her face. Her alabaster ass cheeks are taunting me. Fuck, I want to
spank her hard right now in the car. Instead, I wipe my fingers on a
handkerchief.
"Sorry we had to finish there; you've warmed up nicely," I say
unapologetically. "We're nearly there. Lower your skirt."
She fumbles with unsteady fingers.
I can't believe I was gifted a gorgeous girl, who should know better than to
take such risks as this. But she is lucky too. Contrary to what my reputation
might be, I'm not without integrity. I simply don't want to be dragged into a
relationship. I've seen what has happened to others like me, how love
reshapes lives. I can't imagine why anyone would want it. They're fools.
I stare out the window at the harbor lights and the marina with the super
yachts lined up. Some are owned by allies, others by my enemies. I don't
want to think about that tonight. It's why I visited the club; I need a
distraction. I dwell instead on the twinkling stars on the calm seas. My
heartbeat isn't calm, though. It's racing.
The car pulls up. I help her out and steady her. "Not long now, doll."
The doorman says nothing, nor do the reception staff. Everyone is trained to
keep silent when I appear; I'm the one kingpin they fear to cross. I sweep
past the other late-night guests and steer my wobbly companion to the
elevator. It takes only a few minutes to ride the car to the penthouse, unlock
the door, and with a few swift moves, strip her startled body naked. She
barely has time to register the voracious pace of my actions, the scant care I give to her feelings. I'm in the heat of the moment, and I want her
submission to be utterly complete and unwavering.
"Now kneel, Katrina. Open your sweet mouth, and warm up my cock." I
unzip my trousers and thrust my erection between her parting lips. Her eyes
widen into full moons. It warms my blood to see that surprise on her face. I
bet she never suspected I was harboring this beast out of sight.Kat
I've never been undressed so quickly. My dress is almost ripped away from
me. My bra snapped apart with efficiency, while my panties are still in my
purse. He pulls my head down and commands me to kneel. I obey, as if a
switch inside of my head is programmed to respond to his very voice. Only
his voice. Nobody else has ever done this to me.
His thick cock is warmly scented with cologne, richly endowed (fucking
huge, to be honest), and filling. I struggle at first with its girth, then its
length, as he pushes into my mouth and sends the head of his cock deeper
into my throat. Am I afraid? No, it seems not. Somehow, though, I'm wired
to enjoy this kind of sex. I close my eyes and listen to his exertions, his
moans. The next thing I know is that he's pulling me up and pushing me
back toward the bed. I nearly stumble, and he grabs me.
"Careful, Katrina."
I lie back and he takes my ankles and spreads my heels to the corner posts.
My early years as a gymnast help me maintain the splayed posture. He
growls appreciatively.
"Stay there." He disappears into the bathroom and returns with soap and a
razor. He kicks off his shoes and kneels between my thighs. "Keep really
still. I want this bare and you're already plump and pulsating." I am. I'm electrified and embarrassingly ready to come again. What
happened in the car was undignified, unexpected, and amazing, though
rough. I should have screamed that safeword, but I didn't. I had an earthshattering orgasm instead. It takes all my willpower to stay on this side of
my next orgasm. He takes his time, whistling to himself as he removes the
last wisps of my pubic hairs. He wipes away the soap and returns the items
to the bathroom. By now, my legs are shaking.
I think of Mars, and that red planet, and what the word can do. Stop him in
his tracks? Really, would he stop? It doesn't matter. I don't want him to. I
can't back out now, however nervous I am. Talk of spanking, punishments,
ass fucking is beyond my capability to grasp. It's dangerous to contemplate
doing such things, but tonight I am crazy. A new me is being born and Leon
is challenging me to yield her to him, first with my mouth, then what?
Who is this guy? Do I really want to know?
He moves a chair, one with an upright back and no arms, and positions it in
the middle of the rug before the dead fireplace.
"You need to be taught a lesson," he says.
I rock up onto my feet. "What?"
"Here and over my lap. I said I would punish you and you will be spanked."
I laugh nervously. "That was a joke, right? Just talk. Hot sexy pickup lines.
I get it—"
He grabs my elbow and pulls me toward him until his breath is right in my
face. I look up at him and swallow hard. He looks fantastically masterful,
all dark eyes and pursed lips, as if he's contemplating wicked things in his
head. Can I match those thoughts with ones of my own?
"You should never flirt with strange men in clubs, doll."
"I didn't!"
"Fuck you did. Fiddling with your skirt, showing your thighs, flirting with
those gorgeous eyes. I nearly kick him in the shins. But I can't. I'm being propelled headlong
over his lap. Before I can assimilate which way up I am, he's sitting and has
me bent over his lap. Naturally, I kick out, and he responds with a firm grip
around my waist. His cock is heavy and rising into my flat belly, a rocket
that wants to explode, and yet, he's holding off to spank me. Does the man
have cold blood running through him?
I twist, trying hard to pivot around so my bottom is protected, and it's futile.
Leon has me pinned down with one of my arms stuck behind my back and
his strong thigh over my legs. I hump my hips against his cock, hoping to
distract him, and his reply is a mighty slap across my ass.
I howl. "Fuck, Leon, this isn't fair!"
"I get to decide what we do, remember?"
Tears prick my eyes. "Not so hard, please. I thought this was meant to be
fun?"
He squeezes an ass cheek firmly between his fingers. "For me it is, and
that's what matters."
He smacks my left buttock with the weight of his rigid palm, and I cry out
again. The burn is instant. I shriek, stupidly thinking it will stop him, but
my outbursts spur him on, and he's cracking my ass with one slap after
another, back and forth. I can barely catch my breath.
I attempt another escape, and this also ends badly for me. My resistance
hardens his resolve, and he smacks my upper thighs as well as my bottom.
The soreness intensifies, toasting each taut globe into a hot furnace. I still
am unable to do anything but absorb each smack and hope it's the last.
My submission to this unjustified punishment is oddly satisfying. I give up
fighting, and he lets go of my pinioned arm. I drop it and rest my palm on
the floor. The weight of his leg eases, too, and I'm permitted to move.
Abruptly, he parts my thighs, and slips a finger between them.
He slides along my slit and pokes my opening. "Mmm. Such a wet cunt."
I groan, and for a second, I feel like I might come. It's an odd desire in the
midst of discomfort. The heat in my ass is growing, not diminishing, and the burn is spreading to all parts of my body. He's ignited me with hot
desire.
"Spread your legs," he says sternly.
I obey and anchor my feet a good yard apart.
"Excellent. Head up and hold position. I don't want any more fidgeting or
movement, you'll take your punishment."
I jerk. "You're not finished?"
"Doll, this is just the warmup. I want your ass crimson and burning for my
cock."
His cock stirs and jabs me in the stomach.
"It is already," I remind him, looking over my shoulder.
Leon is glowing, like a warm fire. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes
bright. But his lips are not smiling, nor is there any hint of gentleness in his
expression. Why this should excite me, I don't know. I feel utterly under his
spell, and incapable of denying him anything. Pain suddenly seems
necessary and a release. I've been tense all evening, and now I don't
actually care anymore that I'm naked with a stranger who has this power
over me. I face forward and squeeze my eyes shut.
"Whatever," I say with as much carelessness as possible. "Just get on with
it."
"Oh, doll, don't ask for what you don't know."
I didn't know a thing about spanking until this evening. After maybe two or
three dozen more hard smacks, I do know. It's bizarre. Pain blurs into
something else, and I cease to notice the sting. What I feel is wonderfully
floaty. The drum of his hand on my ass cheeks maintains a rhythm. I gasp
each time, then dig my fingernails into the rug. Leon talks, and what he says
is hotter than my ass.
"Girls who flirt get fucked hard." He smacks across both cheeks.
I'm speechless. Words, protests, denials—they all fail me. "You came into my club with a bad attitude, doll."
I shake my head.
"Yes. You. Did." He punctuates with smacks. "If you argue with me, your
ass gets punished."
I snap my knees together.
"No. Legs apart. Cunt visible, now, Katrina," he commands, and I obey,
dragging my toes along the threads of the carpet.
He's taking an interest in other parts of my body. He runs his finger along
my spine and into the furrow of my ass. I shiver, goosebumps rising in the
wake of the trail, and I mutter a pathetic, "God, no, not there."
His other hand reaches beneath my belly and cups a breast. Slowly, he
kneads it with his palm. My eyes spring open and I nearly fall off his lap.
The pinch of his finger and thumb on my nipple is sweet torture. I hold my
breath as he draws my poor breast downward. At the same time, he spanks
with his other hand.
"Good. Impressive, actually," he murmurs. "I might fist your ass before the
night is out."
I whimper and turn to face him. My lips tremble, and I offer him my best
look of pity.
He chuckles. "Maybe not. Unless you want me to. Do you want my fist in
your asshole?"
I shake my head vigorously. "No… thank you… sir."
"What about my cock?"
I feel it twitch beneath me, a solid pole, thick steel-like flesh, velvet lined
and demanding. I could find pleasure in that somehow, I know I could, but
he's punishing me for being too keen.
"No, please, sir. I'm too small," I whisper meekly.
"Not so flirty now, are you. I will claim it anyway. You will oblige me." I'm lowered onto my knees by him, and there I clutch my hot ass, breathing
heavily, yearning for an ice-cold bath and a moment of privacy. I won't get
it, I know that. He stands over me for a few seconds, then removes the
chair.
"When you're ready, you may move back onto the bed with your legs apart
ready for fucking. Do you understand why I punished you?" He taps my
head.
"Yes. I led you on, and now you want me so much I have to do exactly what
you ask or else you'll punish me again." I glance up, and Leon is smiling
down at me.
"I think you get it, doll. We are really connecting, don't you think?"
I open my mouth and shut it. He's right. The spanking, far from making me
run out the door, which I know I can unlock, is keeping me here. I didn't
enjoy the pain. Who would? What I sensed though was the satisfaction of
being good for him, of pleasing him with my compliance. There is more to
come of this dominance, and I guess I crave it, because I lie back on the bed
and spread my legs for him without saying another word.
Standing right in front of me, he strips. Peeling off his shirt, and letting his
pants drop. He's commando, and tattoos cover his torso, his upper thighs,
but not his arms. They're dark, colorless emblems and symbols. When he
turns, I see the fisted rifle on his back.
There will be no kisses or caresses, nothing pleasant to prepare me other
than that fleeting touch of the razor. He approaches, his erection horizontal
and robust. The head shines in the lamplight. He takes the tip and squeezes
out a morsel of essence.
This is going to be uncomfortable both for my pussy and throbbing ass. I've
never taken such a monster inside of me, and he's not planning on taking
his time. He grabs my ankles, brings my legs up and backwards to my
shoulders, and lowers his body onto mine. I feel his hot breath and below,
he lowers his erection, dragging it across my soft belly, across my newly
shaved mound, and into the entrance of my pussy. There he pauses. I sense
the steely pressure of his glans on my separated labia, the head of his cock pressing them apart, and my taut muscles try to flex in readiness. I'm totally
unprepared for this kind of loveless sex.
Mars. Just one word.
"Katrina. Breathe."
I inhale. He lunges forward and fills me, pressing into me, taking me inch
by inch with a friction that chafes and sears me. I haven't exhaled. I feel
dizzy, hovering on the edge of an abyss, waiting to fall into it. What is
happening to me is unnatural. I'm not hating it, I'm not able to do anything
but absorb the shock of this uncompromising thrust and there's not an
ounce of breath in my lungs by the time he's ceased moving.
The muscles of his arms flex and he rests his weight on his elbows, his
chest level with my face. My eyes water. I briefly close them and release a
silent scream of surprise. His enormous cock is buried deep inside of me,
and I have actually taken all of it.
He's breathing heavily, whispering coarsely. "Fuck, fuck. You are tight,
doll."
I grip his upper arms, mostly to support myself. But he jerks, shakes his
head, and slaps one my breasts hard. I gasp at the unexpected stinging
rebuke.
"Keep your hands above your head," he orders.
I obey easily, as he expects me to, and because the tone of his voice makes
me. I can't explain why. I want to touch him though, feel the muscles on his
back ripple and shift in time to his thrusts. Slowly, he lifts his body up, and
the length of his shaft is dragged from where it has nestled. I close up
behind him, stretched, but not elastic enough yet.
"I'm going to have to do this a few times, you understand. You're not ready
yet."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be pitiful." He rests a finger on my quivering lips. "I'm loving this
cunt; it's fresh, like you said, and needy. You're very wet from the spanking, that's not the problem. You're just narrow at the entrance.
Whoever has been fucking you needs to have their cock enlarged."
I nearly giggle. At the time, I thought they were big.
He plunges into me again, and I grasp the sheet above my head and howl
softly. There's a strange kind of pain that isn't unpleasant, but I don't want
to feel it either. Suddenly, I remember what he really likes—ass. That cock
in my ass? He must be mad. I must be mad. I tense, and he feels it. A long
groan escapes his lips.
"Do that again," he says with a yearning.
I clench, and he responds louder. Once more he releases himself. This time
he stands upright and grasps his erection. The head of it is a deep purple,
while the shaft is armed with proud veins.
"Turn over and kneel on all fours."
I scramble into position. He knocks my legs further apart and pushes my
head down into the mattress. Every movement has a roughness to it without
actually being harsh. The power of dominance is, I think, that a man can do
this without harming his woman. There's a battering of erotic thoughts
rampaging through my head, like flash frames in quick succession, each one
more lurid than the next. Of a giant man taking a tiny woman, of ropes and
lashing whips… of a flicking tongue… a throbbing clitoris.
He slaps my sore ass, and I cry out. The smack jolts me out of my
daydreaming.
"Good, keep in mind, this is my pleasure, and your orgasms will be
respected but not given. I don't play with clits, and you don't get to touch
your own."
I moan into the mattress. I've never had an orgasm without direct
stimulation. Another deeply penetrating thrust brings my head up and my
bottom back as he slams into me. This time it's easier, I yield instantly. He's
feeling it too. He loops my hair around his palm and takes a firm grip of my
waist. This is it; it's time.
I never imagined it like this. How could I? I had no idea what a man like
Leon can do to a girl like me. I'm not really a submissive, or am I? Maybe I
am, because I offer no objections, no pleading mercy or asking him to stop.
I forget my safeword and think of his cock and my pussy melded together.
At some point, he's going to tire and stop pumping, the thrusts will weaken,
his knees will give out. I know mine will. But he's not slowing down. He's
energetic and moves without pausing. In and out, and deep too.
"Please, just let me touch my clit!" I scream.
"Fuck, no. You're going to learn to do this yourself. Consider this a lesson
in self-pleasuring. I'm going to make this last hours, my little doll. Hours
and hours."
My eyes stream. I never expect this kind of demanding sex in a million
years. I bite back a sob, finally realizing how my innocence is being used
by him and it's just the beginning. He's loving it. What about me, am I?
Leon
Her moaning is delicious. The way the little sounds pop out of her mouth as
I pound her pussy. The initial tightness that hindered her has departed. She's
elastic and pliable. Her whole body is under my hands and mine to use. She
finally understands, and if there's any resistance to her being totally
submissive, she's not showing any physical signs, nor has she used her
safeword even during her virgin spanking. I can't believe my luck in having
her with me tonight. She's trusting and brave, a magical combination. I held
back for her first time, although she didn't know that, and she surrendered
quicker than I anticipated. I continue to rut her pussy methodically, focusing
my gaze on her red ass, and enjoy every sensation of sliding in and out, the
sounds of me smacking into that hot ass. I'm a piston, an engine in motion.
Nothing weakens my erection. It thrives on this kind of relentless fucking.
Eventually, as expected because she's diminutive and under pressure, her
legs give out. For some inexplicable reason, pity, not impatience fills me.
Normally, I would slap her ass to reinvigorate my toy, force it back into
play with tormenting hands and rude words. But this girl, no matter what
she thought, lacks stamina, and I can't bring myself to shame her. I gather
her into my arms and hold her tight for a few seconds. She calms, and I hear
the flutter of her pulse beneath me. The respite is swift. I'm not ready to
take a break yet. I carry her to the table, one that is nicely rounded at the
edges, and bend her over it. She moans into the polished wood, and without
my prompting, spreads her legs wide and sticks her bottom up. Her pussy is
dripping, swollen, and a luscious pink color. I finger it, testing the rim for
bruises. I'm rough, I know it. But deep within her, she's fierce and resilient,
learning quickly to meet my needs. I position myself behind her and enter
her with a cracking swing of my hips. She grasps the edge of the table and
squeals.
The cries, squeals, and whoops that come out of her precious mouth heat
my cock to another level of temperature.
"That's it, Katrina. Feel my cock claim this tight little pussy. Keep still." I
take her ponytail, and in that moment, I have her pinned beneath me and
vulnerable. A true submissive won't fight back; they will respect their
master's wishes. I think of my last subservient sex maid, how I kept her
chained to my bed, naked, used, and in my total control. How when we
grew tired of each other, she asked for release, and I gave it too, as I
promised I would. Katrina is not meek like her. She's fiery and willing, and
has the potential to submit one hundred percent. I doubt her resilience is
long-lasting though. It doesn't matter. Should it matter? We're here for one
night only, I remind myself.
The sex is superfluous, like an elixir that goes on and on. I didn't think it
was possible to like one pussy so much. The way it contracts around me,
squeezes me, making me work hard to thrust in and out. I slap her ass a
couple of times, right below the dainty little birthmark by her hip, and she
responds beautifully with deep clenches. I move around to the top of the
table, where her head hangs limply, and raise it up to meet my cock. The
table has been measured to my height and was custom built as I have a
permanent rental of this one suite.
She delicately licks the tip of my erection. I'm too impatient and thrust into
her mouth. She chokes, but then regains her composure and sucks, and the warmth strengthens the hard core of my erection. We play this game for a
while. It's a good prelude to what's to come.
"That's it, doll. Keep sucking hard." I'm in a special headspace where my
dominance is fulfilled. But it's not enough. I need more than this sweet
dance of tongue and cock. I withdraw, resting back on my heels. "I want
your ass. Is there anything you would like to say before I take it?"
"It won't fit," she whispers. "It can't fit."
"It will. Take my word for it." From the bedside table, I remove a bottle of
lube. In front of her eyes, I smear it along the shaft. Then I dribble it down
the furrow of her ass, between her two hot cheeks. She squirms.
"It's cold."
"Good. I'll warm it up for you."
I press the tip of my finger against her puckered hole, and it slips inside
easily. I work it there for several minutes, then I stretch her to two fingers
and bring my other hand into play. Between them, I pry her apart, and use
her with my fingers, two or three from both hands, swapping them,
confusing her. She mutters and writhes on the table, twisting this way and
that.
"I'll tie those legs into place," I warn.
"No, please."
I continue to torment her tight ass and add more lube to my fingers.
Eventually, I bring four fingers into her asshole and rest them there. Against
my better judgment, I relent and touch her clitoris.
Instantly, she comes, screaming loudly. I rub it harder, and her pleasure
turns to pain. I feel the clenching around my hands, the cramping of her
legs as she buckles.
"Good, you're ready."
"Ready?" she says tentatively I wander into the bathroom, wash my hands, and check my flushed face in
the mirror. The girl has brought out the color in my cheeks. I'm hot,
bothered, and desperate. I feel a strangeness in my belly, a sensation that is
more than a yearning. I want to feel this eclipsing emotion beyond tonight. I
have a shield around me, put in place to protect myself from thoughts like
these. It's why I have service maids in my bed, why I keep them bound,
blindfolded, or gagged. I can't afford to let this happen. Nothing must
hinder my rise to the top. The chances of me finding the right woman to be
my lover are so small. Look what happened to Yanis. Married, subdued, and
relinquishing his power for his wife's sake. I don't get it.
"Idiot," I mutter to myself. "Don't fall for her."
The reminder of my own rules jumps me into action. I return to the
bedroom, approach her flexing asshole, aim my hard cock at the puckered
center, and push forward. I sense her resistance waning; she will succumb
to me. I keep nudging, stretching her tight entrance. I want her so much but
finding the right way, I realize, matters to me more than I thought I would
care.
I pull her gently to her feet. "On the bed, pile some pillows under your
hips."
She nods and murmurs a thank you. She lies there, bottom up, knees apart,
her spanked ass still ready for me, the lube leaking out. I raise my body
over hers, angle my cock at the puckering, and spear her with one easy
move. She gives so easily, I'm surprised, and delighted. Down I sink, lower
and lower, until my balls touch her ass cheeks, and squeeze between them.
She exhales, a long gasp, and I know she's been holding her breath too
much.
"Keep breathing."
She pants, and I fuck that marvelous ass of hers. I calm her with words,
things I never say to girls who obey me.
"That's good, Katrina. Such a good girl, taking my big cock in your tiny
ass. Keep squeezing me tight, doll. That's it, let me work it," I utter between
unhindered thrusts. Without any planning on my part, I'm all over her, covering her body, our
skin stroking against each other, and there, I rock in and out, not pounding,
but gently fucking her. I'm overwhelmed with an emotion that is raw and
unforgettable. It's filling me with hope and a longing for something
different, something meaningful and timeless, a place where kisses are heart
stopping. I know what it is, and for the first time in my life, I'm not afraid
of it.
"Oh, Kat, you beauty."
Kat
I hear him say my name, and my heart glows. I have him buried to the hilt
in my tender ass, and he's not hammering me any longer. He's cruising
slowly, and I want to come. My clit rubs against the fabric of the pillow, and
as it does, I nurture it into an orgasm, one that blows every corner of my
mind into a dizzy spell. He feels the physical changes that I can't tame and
he moans in a heartfelt way. The respite ends there. He picks up the pace,
and his body slaps against mine, each smack echoes around the room as if
we're in an underground cavern. A primitive place to match our primitive
fucking.
"Yes, yes," he growls.
The roughness returns. I don't mind. He called me Kat. It has to mean he
likes me, and the way he's so focused on me, even without the eye contact,
and his neediness. I sense a desire for me that goes beyond the boundaries
of simple sexual attraction. Do I feel it too? I don't know; I want to go in
that direction. There's a definite magnetism between us.
At some point, having relinquished his interest in my ass, he licks my
pussy, plying me with a talented tongue that is both coarse and delicate. He
flutters it one moment, then sucks hard on my inner lips the next. I groan
and pray I'm not wriggling too much. It's no surprise that given this
heightened stimulation I come. Shamefully and noisily Leon laughs, a deep chuckle. "Well, that's a pair of lungs on you." He rises,
and while I'm still feeling the contractions, he penetrates my pussy and
builds me again to another heart-stopping climax. There's no time for a
break, not yet. Eventually, though, he will have to let me replenish myself
with a drink.
An hour or so later, just as I'm on the cusp of surrendering all hope of
having a meaningful break, he calls a halt to fucking me. It's brief,
ridiculously so. Doesn't the man have an off button? What about sleep? As
for his cock, I can't help wondering what he's taking to keep it erect. After
I've drunk a pint of water and bathed myself, he tumbles me over the bed,
pins my wrists to the sides of my head, and fucks me hard. He still hasn't
come.
The slapping technique is put into play, and he uses it with more and more
on my already sore ass. He nips my nipples, pinching them with his lips or
flicking them with his tongue. He treats my bottom and thighs the same
way, and I flinch and wince at the playfulness. Now and again, he face
fucks me, and my eyes water with the depth of his penetration. Thank God
my reflexes are dull.
The time ticks by. We doze. He doesn't touch me and lies on the other side
of the bed, snoring softly. He is human after all. His cock rests on his belly,
thick and heavy. Such a tempting sight. I can't resist its call. I want to own
that bit of him.
I straddle him and tease him awake by rocking on it.
"What are you doing?" he says softly.
"Fucking you."
For a second, I think he's angry with me. Then the redness passes, the glare
in his dark eyes dims. "Get on with it."
I smile; the tone of his voice isn't gruff.
I ride him and he bounces me up and down. I rotate and face away from
him and he plays with my ass, then when he's had enough of teasing, I
return to face him. He draws my breasts one at a time into his mouth and
sucks hard. Everything he does has an edge of pain to it, but with that comes the
pleasure. I orgasm riding his cock, and finally, at last, he does the same. He
flips me onto my back and pounds me so hard and fast, it feels like the bed
will collapse underneath us. Raucously, he climaxes, and it keeps filling me
until it seeps out. The heat of his cum reaches into my belly, and the fire
that it lights is burning inside of me. I don't think it will ever quench itself.
In the midst of this heat, he kisses my lips and I melt into his embrace.
I've never felt this way before. Something has happened and I don't think
either of us expected it. Is it possible to fall in love with somebody this
quickly, or is it pure fantasy? I fall asleep filled with hope and for the first
time in ages, a sense of belonging.