Dwelling in Desire Ch. 05

Her eyes widened at that.

"What can I do to satisfy you then Sir?"

I smiled. "Stand up. Let's see."

She rose, but I noticed a flicker of fear, and it made my cock twitch.

"Arms out, legs spread wide," I commanded.

She wore a shimmery bronze colored wrap-around mini skirt, and a matching top. Easy to remove. And I did, starting with the skirt.

I was stunned, and yet not, to find that Tina had disobeyed me. She still had her landing strip.

I swallowed my excitement, and pinned her with my stern glare.

"What's this slut?" I asked, pinching the modest tuft of black hair.

"I'm sorry Sir," she whispered, her breath quickening.

"I don't think you are," I growled as I pulled her miniature bush harshly.

"Look at all these preparations you made," I crooned, gesturing to the dimly lit suite. "You wanted things to be perfect. And they are. Except you purposely violated one of the cardinal rules, Tina."

I knew she hated it when I called her by her name during a scene. I did it in moderation, when she was particularly ill behaved.

"You wanted me bare," she said, admitting her transgression.

"That's right slut," I nodded. "I did, and you knew that very well, did you not?"

She nodded, eyes lowered to the floor again.

"Look at me!" I barked. Her eyes flew to mine in surprise.

"You don't get to hide. You deliberately disobeyed, purely to rile me. I know you, my little slut, and this was completely intentional. You were very, very, bad."

"I'm sorry Sir..." she began.

"Shut up slut. You are not sorry at all, or you would have presented yourself to me, entirely bare. Maybe next time you'll think better of it. Get on the bench, face up."

Tina sauntered over to the bench, which was already prepped to bind in the center of the main area, pink lights softly glowing from behind the shoji screen.

As she situated herself on the narrow leather platform, I slipped off my jacket and shoes, loosening my tie. Browsing the implements available to me, I selected a flogger with shorter and fewer falls. And clamps.

"I'm going easy on you," I purred. "You know what I can do, don't you?" I taunted with a sinister laugh.

"Yes Sir," she shivered.

"Scoot up further," I instructed, lowering the adjustable headrest about thirty-five degrees. "I want your throat accessible."

"Yes, Sir..."

"Quiet slut! You have lost the privilege of speech for now. Now lie there and take your punishment while I use you," I growled as I bound her limbs safely to the platform.

She swallowed, her eyes wide, and nodded before angling her head back the way she knew I wanted.

But I was not ready to give it to her yet. Pulling out the rubber clamps, I fastened them to her already erect nipples, tried and true as they were. I knew she could tolerate a good degree of pain, so I started her at thirty percent tightness.

I heard a tiny purr escape Tina's throat, and smirked. She wouldn't last long. Neither of us would. This was warm up.

"Cute, how you provided everything I could want, except a razor, my slut," I goaded. "You really went the extra mile to defy me. And tonight, I must admit, you chose wisely."

With the admission, I dropped my pants and boxers, kicking them across the room, and entered her mouth.

"Suck me, my little whore," I commanded, unbuttoning my shirt and shrugging it off as well. She went to work, and I threw my head back in pleasure.

"Mmmm, that's a good slut," I purred, reaching forward to tighten the clamps to fifty percent. "Show me how much you missed my cock."

"Mmmmm," Tina moaned into my throbbing prick as I thrust into her mouth.

I let out a guttural moan, and lifted the flogger.

"Get ready slut," I warned her.

Tina pursed her lips around my shaft and started sucking with renewed vigor. I could see her bracing herself, trying to retreat back into the padded leather.

I gave her one strike, lightly, on the inside of her right thigh. A moan. And the same on her left thigh. I peppered her thighs with soft flicks that I knew would sting for a few seconds, but not linger. Eventually when her thighs began to turn rosy, I shifted my attentions.

I dragged the short tails back and forth over her mound. Light flick. Moan. Light flick. Moan. Tease, tease, tease.

"Mmmmm!!" Tina begged into my cock, sending chills through me.

"Are you ready for more baby?" I purred. She nodded as best as she could, sucking with abandon.

I took the opportunity to tighten the clamps to seventy percent tightness, relishing her sudden muffled squeal.

"Don't you dare stop sucking my cock for one second, you hear?" I warned. "You stop for even a moment, and you will suffer far, far worse than this. 'Nice Sir' will be gone, understand?"

Flexing my wrist, I resumed the tease, dragging the short leather falls in circles over her mound. I could see her humping her hips upward, which she knew was not allowed. I took it as an invitation.

>Whack<

"Mmm!!!" Tina shrieked, but kept sucking.

>Whack Whack<

"Mmmmm," came a desperate moan, sending shivers down my spine.

Several more strikes, and the feral moans transitioned to pained whimpers.

"I'm going to do your clit now baby, and it's going to hurt. You may cum if you need to."

A slight nod, followed by suction that nearly made my eyes roll back.

I took a deep breath as I issued the final three strikes. One sharp blow to the left thigh, one to the right, and one final strike, square on her clit.

A shrill cry reverberated through the nerve endings in my dick, and I knew I was seconds away from my turn.

"Take me in your throat my little whore," I growled through clenched teeth.

I felt her relax in the wake of her orgasm, and gently pushed forward, more and more, Tina's petite neck bulging obscenely. When the last of my cock had disappeared down her throat, I shut my eyes.

My mind flashed to Bethany, and my first fantasy of her. That first night. I dropped the flogger, reaching down and fisting my hands firmly in Tina's curly hair. I imagined Bethany in pigtails, her young throat stuffed with my cock. And I couldn't hold back any longer.

I pumped my hips, savoring the feel of her throat constricting over my pulsing rod. My toes curled. My balls tightened, and I knew it was upon me.

"Bbeeehhhh!!!" I roared, careful not to say her name, but wanting to so very badly.

I released jet after jet down Tina's overworked throat, trembling with aftershocks as I finished and gingerly pulled out.

Immediately I released Tina from the bonds, and carried her over to the bed, where there were four waters waiting. My good girl had made sure of it.

"Baby, you were wonderful," I praised, pulling her to me and kissing her on the head. "Such a good girl."

I was still catching my breath, but I wanted Tina to know how she had pleased me.

She said nothing, but nodded into my chest.

Several minutes passed, and the silence grew awkward. I handed her a bottled water.

"Drink," I ordered gently after breaking the seal on the cap.

Once Tina had finished half the water, she finally inquired.

"So what's going on Curt? You've been acting weird the few times we've spoken recently."

"No Sir anymore?" I teased with a smile that didn't reach my eyes.

"No. Not until you tell me what's going on," she set her shoulders, looking at me expectantly as she sipped the remainder of her water.

"Alright," I relented.

I could hide nothing from Tina.

"If you really want to know, fine. I'm a mess lately because I've met this girl. She is an employee of mine actually, and she...well she's...beautiful. I guess that's the simplest way I can put it. And I can't have her. I'm in hell just thinking about her, how I want her and can't do anything about it."

Tina nodded as she listened quietly.

"I'm sorry if I've pushed you too hard lately. I've been a dick, and I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I guess from a certain perspective you have been a dick," Tina laughed. "But I know this is a casual thing, and I know that I have the option to say no. This is not my first rodeo with idiot men, Curt. I can sense when something is wrong, and tonight I was hoping to offer you some...relief. From whatever it was that was wrong."

I smiled weakly at her, "You did baby. You went above and beyond. Thank you."

"But here's the thing Curt," Tina continued. "I can tell that this girl has you by the balls, whether she knows it or not. And if my experience is anything to go by, one evening of passion with me, or any other woman, is not going to cure you of your desire for her. I can see it in your eyes." Tina shook her head in awe.

"She must really be something."

My heart melted at Tina's melancholy expression.

"I think you might be right," I admitted. "But she is my employee. I hired this girl to decorate my house. Margot referred her to me when she came by last week and saw what a shit hole I'm living in."

"So that's why I couldn't come over," Tina laughed.

"Yeah, because my brand new four million dollar estate is a depressing shit hole," I smirked. "Bethany, that's her name, is going to be working on getting it furnished over the next three months."

Tina's eyebrows raised at that.

"Wow," she breathed. "That will be rough, if you have to be around her."

I groaned. "No shit. I've been trying to keep busy at work and stuff, and I am busy, but she keeps invading my mind."

"Well..." Tina grimaced before continuing. "I know it sounds bad, but maybe you should just tell her. Believe me honey, I don't think she could have any good reason to deny you. You're a tall, handsome, well-endowed, rich white guy," Tina smiled.

"Maybe she wants to maintain her professional reputation?" I offered sarcastically. "I'm telling you Tina, she's young, but she's extremely pro, and I can tell that her career is very important to her."

"Yeah, I get that," Tina nodded. "But I would venture a guess that Bethany's desires are not as purely career oriented as you might think. How old is she?"

"Twenty five I think," I replied, avoiding eye contact. I knew Tina would not approve of me going after someone so young. Rightfully so.

"Ha! Sweetie, you need only ask. I promise you," Tina snorted.

"I don't think so," I muttered. But my thoughts reverted to the security footage I'd been replaying in my head over and over. Bethany smelling my pillow. And then lying on my pillow. And then the closet...she hadn't run away screaming.

Could Tina be right? Was it as simple as propositioning her? If I did, was there any possible way to maintain our business arrangement?

"I do," Tina objected, her finger shifting my chin so I looked at her.

"Now, do I get you this evening? Or are you bailing so you can go home and jerk off to visions of your precious decorator?" she challenged with the sass that had first endeared her to me.

"You think I'm done with you, little girl? Whatever gave you that idea?" I growled, my head back in the game.

"Oh I don't know, maybe your nearly calling out her name with your cock blocking my airway?" Tina twisted the knife.

"Enough, slut!" I snapped, giving her an evil grin. "Let me tell you what is going to happen here. I am going to fuck you til you can't fucking walk straight. I need it, and you fucking need it. So don't pull that holier than thou crap on me."

Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her so she was bent, ass up, over the side of the bed.

Leaning close and whispering in her ear, I hissed, "Do I need to gag you? If you don't ask for one, and I have to do it later, I will be finishing in your ass without lube."

"No Sir," you don't need to gag me," Tina whispered submissively.

"Hmmm, I guess we'll find out won't we baby?" I growled. I was furious that she had tapped into my feelings for Bethany so quickly. Not to mention suggesting that having her was even an option. My cock was throbbing at the prospect, hilarious as it was.

I pulled some of the silk rope from the toy box, and bound her wrists behind her back.

"You know, I seem to recall a slutty little girl begging for my belt the other day. Was that you slut?" I teased.

"Mmm, yes Sir. I did."

"Do you think you deserve my belt?"

"No Sir, but I'd like it very much," she confessed, with a shiver.

"What would you like? Tell me specifically what you want, whore, and maybe I'll give it to you," I hissed.

"Please Sir, I want you to whip me with your belt. I want you to do it hard, until I scream. I want you to keep going, even if I beg you to stop. I want you to hit me with it until you are satisfied. That's what I want," she sniffed.

Even after all these years, after all her relationships, she still had difficulty asking for what it was she truly wanted.

"What is your safe word?" I asked sternly, my hand stroking softly over her firm cheeks.

"Fish," Tina replied softly.

She hated fish. It was the one food in the world she wouldn't eat. It was one syllable, easy to remember, and easy to blurt out quickly in the event that things got too real. She'd only ever used it with me once.

"Good girl," I purred. "Pain before pleasure, yes?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice transitioning from ashamed to excited.

"Don't move," I warned.

I left her briefly to gather my soft leather belt from the main area, where I'd kicked it away with my pants and boxers. I'd worn it just for her.

Re-approaching, I commanded, "Spread your legs wider for me whore. Now. I want to see your cunt gush as I belt you. I want to see how badly your whore pussy wants it."

"Mmmhhmm," Tina mewed, and obediently spread her legs further apart, ass high in the air, her hands bound behind her with silk.

Admiring her light mocha colored globes, I swished my belt through the air a couple times, teasing her with the draft and the sounds.

"You want it?" I taunted her again.

"Yes please Sir!! Please!" she wiggled her ass at me desperately.

"Hold still slut!" I ordered sharply.

"I'm sorry Sir," she sniffed. "Please, please...please hurt me."

Without answering her, I let the leather fall heavily on her left cheek.

I relished her sudden gasp, and saw her brace herself for more.

I gave her what she needed, more than I. I let her have lash after lash, at first alternating evenly between cheeks, then doubling or tripling on one cheek just to keep her off balance.

Taking a break when I began to sweat, I dragged two of my fingers along her cleft, gathering a small helping of cream from the weeping fountain that was her cunt after more than two dozen lashes.

I circled and knelt on the bed before her, holding out my saturated fingers for her to gaze upon.

"Do you want to taste your pussy from my fingers?" I asked calmly.

"Yes, please," Tina whispered.

"Sorry?" I teased.

"Yes please Sir! Can I taste my pussy now?" she begged louder.

"Of course silly girl. Have your fill," I obliged, gifting her finally with the pussy-laden digits.

She sucked them like a whore. Like my fingers were a cock, and she would die if I took it away.

"There now girl, I need my hand back," I goaded her. "I'm not nearly done with your ass. Be good now," I warned.

"Yes Sir," she submitted.

>Whack<

"Mmmmm..."

>Whack<

"Aaahh..."

>Whack, Whack<

"Uuuhhhuhhh..."

It was time to up the ante. She was enjoying this far too much. I increased the power behind my strokes. I whipped her harder, faster, not giving her the seconds between lashes to recover.

"Slut," I cursed, before giving her four in quick succession.

Her moans quickly turned to screams. But I couldn't stop there. It wasn't what she wanted.

I kept at it, issuing a dozen more strikes before she finally whimpered, "Please Sir, no more! Please!"

"Yes, more, slut," I replied calmly, sweat trailing down my back.

I let her have six more, this time lower on her thighs before moving back up to her thoroughly welted ass. I checked her gash, which was juicing quite liberally still.

"You'll take as many as I want to give you," I hissed.

"Please, no!"

"Yes."

>Whack<

>Whack<

>Whack<

>Whack<

>Whack<

And that was when I heard it. The scream. The scream that told me it was enough. I dropped the belt.

I went to her, and untied her hands.

Stroking her curls lovingly, I purred, "You'll take my cock now. From behind. Get in position."

Tina lifted her torso up off the bed, and rested her weight on her elbows, her feet planted firmly on the floor, her breasts dangling above the bed for my use if I wished.

I pulled a condom from the drawer beside the bed, and sheathed my cock. I hated condoms but it was club policy, and Tina and I had always used them. Why break with tradition?

"You're pussy is so wet, even after I've covered your ass in welts. What a whore you are, hmmm?"

"Mmmm," I knew she was licking her lips.

Without further preamble, I entered her. Just looking at the beautiful welts raising delightfully on her otherwise flawless skin filled me with lust.

I hilted her, burying myself deep in her hot cunt.

"Aahhh," I groaned in long awaited pleasure. "God, baby..."

"Mmmm," was her sweet reply.

I just held myself there, relishing her tightness.

"Curt?"

I blinked.

"Yeah baby?"

Tina didn't normally interrupt a scene by using my name, and given the circumstances, I was a bit thrown. Not enough to go soft though.

"Call me Bethany."

And just like that, I went from hard, to rock hard.

"Baby, you don't have to do that," I discouraged. This was our time together, and I didn't want to hurt Tina's feelings.

"Please," she begged, turning her head to look at me. "Give to me what you can't give to her. Let me help you."

I knew I was being selfish, but when she put it that way, it filled me with passion. For her, and for Bethany.

"You must not speak, but you can make noises," I issued my terms.

She nodded.

"Scoot up on the bed, doggy style, knees together," I ordered softly.

Tina immediately crawled further up the bed, and situated herself as instructed. I followed her, my thighs and crotch softly abrading her new welts. She hissed softly. I knew it hurt, but I also knew she loved it.

Making sure I had my balance, I gripped her hips, closed my eyes, and entered her from behind, slowly.

"Mmm," came a whimper so soft and sweet, I could almost believe it was her.

I surged forward another couple inches, picturing her gorgeous blonde locks in pigtails before me. Her soft rounded ass, her amazing tits, her young pink slit.

"Bethany," I gritted, thrusting forward more, her pussy clenching over me.

Oh fuck that was good.

"It's time for you to take my whole cock now, Bethany. Are you ready?"

"Mmhmm," she affirmed.

"Good girl," I praised, and firmly pushed the last few inches into her tight cunt.

I delighted in the sensation of my cock head hitting her cervix, causing her to whimper in discomfort.

"Is it too much baby girl?"

"Mmhmm."

"Good," I chuckled menacingly. "Now squeeze my cock with your pussy."

She obeyed, and it was incredible.

"Keep squeezing my dick while I fuck you, Bethany. Don't stop. You will milk me for every drop, understand?"

"Mmmm."

And I let go.

My balls tingled in excitement as I unleashed my inner desires. I didn't need to hide anymore. I rutted her, hard.

"Fuck, you tight little slut! Milk Daddy's cock, do you hear me?? Fucking milk it!!" I roared.

A chilling girly squeal filled the air, and I felt wetness coat my balls.

"That's right Bethany, you love it when Daddy fucks your pussy. You want me to cum in your pussy? Huh? Do you??"

I gripped her hips harder, dragging my nails roughly over her sensitive cheeks.

A hiss and a high-pitched shriek, followed by a fluttering over my cock.

"Shit! You came, you naughty little girl! What a dirty little bitch, cumming all over Daddy's cock! Your slut pussy is leaking all over the bed, you want it so bad! Ooohhh fuckk ysss..." I cursed through clenched teeth.