Clarissa strolled behind Richard, following him to his bedroom. He pushed open a heavy double swing-door and gestured towards a large four-poster bed. “Make yourself at home,” he said, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly in a sardonic smile.
She flopped down on the bed and scanned the room. The furniture was elegant and tasteful, made from expensive looking dark woods. She saw a picturesque vista of the property from large casement windows, they were open, allowing a cool breeze into the room on this balmy evening. The fragrance of furniture polish and leather and citrus wafted through the room, but the room lacked something, a feminine touch. She examined the intricately carved patterns on the bed posts. They were decorated with lightly-frilled, plain green lace at the top. She noticed some chafe marks on one of the bedposts as well.
She drew up a leg, seductively tracing her toes up to her knee, trying to ignore the tingle between her legs. She was full and tipsy and ready for some naughty action with her boss.
Davenport pulled his grey jersey over his head, revealing a chiseled chest and rippling abdominal muscles. His shoulder muscles bunched into tight knots as he moved. “Get undressed,” he ordered firmly.
Clarissa stood up with a seductive smile and unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off and dropped it on the floor. She slowly unzipped her skirt, then dropped it as well.
She noticed an almost imperceptible nod from Davenport. “All of it,” he said.
She shrugged, then slipped off her panties and bra, dropping them on the ground as well. She stepped out of the piled heap of clothes, and put her hands on her hips. “Happy?” She couldn’t wait to sink her nails into his hard body.
He nodded, then turned around on his heel and disappeared into a walk-in closet. He came out carrying a black bag made from a silky material, then tossed it on the bed.
“Sit down,” he ordered firmly. “At the foot of the bed, between the posts.” He rummaged through the bag and removed a pair of handcuffs padded with red leather.
She giggled. “You’re going to cuff me?” she asked and sat down, licking her lips. She felt so horny she could die. “Have I been a naughty girl?”
He nodded curtly. “Yes, you need to be taught a lesson.” He gestured with a slight nod of his head. “Show me your hands.”
She held them out, shivering in anticipation.
He slapped the cuffs around her wrists, then locked them around the posters of the bed, on either side of her, pulling her arms tight. “Ouch, fuck. That hurts.”
“Shut-up,” he grunted.
“What is the secret word?”
He lifted his eyes to hers, examining her with a slight smile. “Let’s stick with colours.”
Clarissa nodded as Davenport removed something from the bag.
“I’m going to teach you something that no man has ever been willing to do,” he said leaning closer, then ran a finger down her chin and neck, tracing it down her breast and finally stopping on an erect nipple. She moaned softly as he pinched it, then he opened a clamp and closed it on her nipple.
The pain was delicious. He fitted the second clamp, and her nipples grew tighter from the erotic stimulate. “I guess I’m the sub.”
Davenport scrutinized her closely as she cringed, then flicked the clamp with his finger. “Does that hurt?”
She nodded, gasping as she spoke. “It feels good.” Her insides were literally thrumming with anticipation, a feeling that she had never felt before, her nervous system numbing out the pain in her nipples, heightening the sensual urge between her legs.
“I guess you’ve done this before?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
“You’ve never been the sub before?”
She shook her head. “No, this is..., new to me,” she stammered.
He nodded and walked behind her, then pushed her off the bed, supporting her by the waist with a strong arm. “Stand up.” She heard the bed scrape as he pushed it back, leaving her enough room to stand suspended between the posts.
He stood behind her and she could smell the citrusy port on his breath, his stiff crotch pushing into her back. She was sure that she was going to cum without Davenport even being inside her. She heard him rustle through the bag again, then felt something wet on her back, slightly above her crack.
Davenport massaged the liquid in, lube she guessed, moving his finger between her but cheeks and stopping on her asshole. “Now for your first lesson, Miss Craig,” Davenport said, then started working the lubricant into her tender puckered flesh. He slipped a finger inside her ring, working the sides, massaging her. Clarissa forgot to breathe.
This was definitely a first, she never imagined her asshole as an erotic zone before. She groaned as Davenport continued working her, stretching her with his thumb, his other fingers probing her wet slit. Her legs felt numb as she bit her lower lip, grinding her back into him, needing him inside her.
He placed a warm hand on her stomach. “Stay still, Clarissa, relax.” His hand burned her stomach, she was sure he was going to leave a red welt when he removed his hand.
She groaned, shivering at his touch. It felt good, different, as he stimulated her in two places at the same time. She couldn’t believe that she had never tried this before. Davenport worked his thumb in deeper, stretching her, pulling her wider, then she felt some more lube as he worked himself deeper inside her. She started clamping down around his fingers, gyrating her hips, finding the rhythm of her sexual pleasure. And then he removed his fingers.
“No...,” Clarissa growled, trying to turn around and see where Davenport had gone, unable to hide her disappointment. He was rummaging through his magic bag again.
“Shut-up,” he said. “Look straight ahead.”
She sighed in exasperation. “Look Richard, let’s do this already, I need to feel you...,”
Then she felt him behind her again. He clamped his hand around her throat. “Never call me that again,” he whispered into her ear. Then she felt him place something between her cheeks, something hard and cool and smooth, something much larger than his fingers. “From now on, you’ll call me master,” he said and pushed the object against her asshole.
“Wait,” she whimpered.
He placed a hand on her stomach, and the pressure increased.
“Please wait...,” she said, closing her eyes, her asshole puckering against the pressure.
“Please wait, who?”
She swallowed. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life, but she refused using the secret words. “Please wait, master,” she whispered.
“No,” he said and forced the plug past her ring.
She gasped at the painful pressure against her asshole, then cried out as her ring gave way and the length of the plug slid inside her, filling her like she had never been filled before. She had no words to express the sensation, her thoughts were jumbled and incoherent. It felt so...different. She felt like she had drifted away, as if she was in another time and another place and that this wasn’t her body, she had to make room for her mas..., she swallowed, for Davenport and the thing inside her.
“Give me a color, my pet,” Davenport said and stroked her stomach comfortingly, brushing her thigh and then cupping her shaven pussy with his hand. She did as he said, and slowly she realized that she still felt the need for him inside her abdomen, only it had become worse. It was now a thumping, insatiable desire to have this man inside of her, to fuck her until she passed out. “Green...,” she gasped. “Please fuck me.”
Davenport flicked the clamp around her nipple. “In here you do not make any requests, you obey orders,” he grunted. “Is that clear?”
She swallowed and nodded. She groaned disappointedly as he removed his hand from her pussy. “And I haven’t taught you the lesson yet.”
Her asshole started squeezing around the butt plug, she would do anything to get a modicum of satisfaction from the throbbing desire she felt. She wouldn’t be surprised if her juices were flowing down her legs. Davenport was at it again, shuffling through the black bag.
“Stop that, you’re only permitted to cum when I say so, do you understand?”
She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, then nodded. The hunger inside her was unbearable. She felt his heat behind her again, then something cold and heavy around her neck. She heard a lock click in place.
“Beautiful,” he said as he walked around to face her.
Her mouth opened in surprise, but she managed to suppress the sharp intake of air. Davenport was nude, and the girth of his cock was unbelievable, she couldn’t drag her eyes away. It stood up straight, inviting her closer. She wanted to suck him until he was dry, then ride his thick shaft until the morning. She needed that..., thing inside her.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
She swallowed hard.
“Look at me dammit,” he said, flicking the clamp on her nipple with a finger.
She tore her eyes away and looked up. Davenport held a vanity mirror in his. “Look,” he said again.
She swallowed and focused her eyes on the reflection in the mirror. Around her neck was a thickly corded silver necklace, studded with blue Tanzanites. A red teardrop-shaped amulet was affixed to the necklace, hanging neatly above her breasts.
“I had this made especially for you, my pet.”
She blinked and nodded. It was beautiful.
“This amulet signifies that you have become my slave,” he said, then pulled a leash which he held in his hand.
She felt the necklace tighten around her neck, and realized it resembled a choke chain, the type you use on unruly dogs when you take them for a walk.
“This necklace signifies that you now belong to me, you will have no more men in your bed, except me, your master.”
She pursed her lips and nodded. She could definitely do that.
He opened his hand to reveal an amulet containing a green emerald. “Whenever you wear the green amulet, our relationship will be strictly professional, if that is what you want.”
She blinked, and nodded.
“When you attach the red amulet, like it is now, you will call me master, and you will allow me to pleasure myself with your body in any manner I feel appropriate.”
She gaped at Davenport.
“Is that understood?” he growled, yanking the chain.
She nodded quickly. “Yes master. Perfectly.”
“Now slave, I will grant you one wish.” He paused, examining her face. “This is your opportunity to free yourself, if you feel inclined to do so.”
She nodded her head. She knew exactly what she wanted, and it wasn’t to be freed. She pursed her lips and said, “I need to feel you inside me, master.”
Her master grinned slyly. “You want me to fuck you?”
She nodded with pursed lips. “Please,” she sobbed.
He snorted, then strode up to her. He unclipped the clamps from her nipples and tossed them onto the bed. Clarissa let out a loud moan as the blood flowed back into her stiff nipples. Davenport put his hand behind her back and took a firm grip on the butt plug, then pulled it out slightly.
He guided his cock against her folds, and she whimpered as she felt his head touch her bare pussy, then slip in-between her lips. She sucked in a sharp breath as he pushed his cock inside her, slowly allowing her to become accustomed to his girth, then pushed in all the way. He slowly pushed the plug in deeper as well. She had never felt so full..., so entirely satiated.
Breathe.
She whimpered softly as she sucked in deep lungfuls of air. She opened her legs as wide as she could, and felt her master support her with a strong arm around her waist. He leaned down and slowly pulled his cock and the plug out at the same time, then drove them back inside her, lifting her off her toes. He did it again and again, double-fucking her until she couldn’t bite her tongue any longer.
“Oh fuck me, this is soooooo gooood,” she wailed, arching her back and grinding herself into him.
He grabbed her breast and kneaded her, then picked her up with one arm and unlocked the cuffs around her wrists. She threw her arms around his shoulders, writhing and gyrating her hips, sobbing as the pent-up hunger was released from her abdomen.
He gently lowered her onto the bed, but she didn’t unlock her grasp from him, not wanting him away from her, ever. She clinched around him tighter, she had never felt such a need for anyone before. It had gone beyond the sex, beyond her hunger. She wanted to please her master, she wanted to be told how to react. And deep inside, she knew she wanted to feel like someone was in control of her life as well.
He drove into her gently, and Clarissa locked her arms and legs around him. He lifted her off the bed, then gently pulled her arms from around his neck. “Leave me be, slave.”
She whimpered as he pushed into her, her asshole clamping tight around the plug, her pussy gripping his cock, working in unison, her body trembling as the sensuous waves rolled over her. She opened her eyes and locked them on her master’s face, holding him behind the neck and biting her lower lip as he drove into her. She let herself go completely, she had never surrendered to someone so completely and she wanted him to take control of her body, her mind, soul and spirit.
She lay back and spreadeagled her legs, her arms to her sides, sucking in shallow breaths as he rammed into her.
She truly loved this man, her boss and now her master, her entire body aching to serve him, to please him like no other woman could ever do.
She bit her lip as she orgasmed, breathing shallowly through her nose, not wanting to displease her master by showing him her pleasure. She closed her eyes and rocked with her master, driving her hips into his as he came down.
“How do you feel now, slave?” her master grunted as he drove into her with his large shaft.
She had never felt so satisfied in her life. “I..., love..., you..., master,” she rasped as he pounded into her, her pussy gripping his shaft, her insides spasming as she came.
He nodded, satisfied.
“And who else can satisfy you?”
“Only you can, master, there is no other man,” she cried, waves of pleasure rolling over her body, leaving her shivering and shaking, unable to control her movements anymore.
Her master grunted, brushing his fingers through her hair, then gripped them in his fist. He groaned as he came inside her, filling her with his warm liquid. He shuddered and pumped once, twice more, then collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. She gently stroked the back of his head, running his short hair through her fingers, enjoying the closeness of his burning flesh against hers.
He grunted and pulled his cock out of her, then stood up and walked to the nightstand.
She tried to gather her thoughts, disappointed not to feel his warm, muscled body on top of hers. She shook her head, stupefied, as he spoke. “Get dressed, slave. Tonight you will go to bed with your plug, and wait for me to finish you off.” He scooped up the green amulet from the table.
She nodded. “Yes master.” She noticed he was growing hard already.
He stooped down and picked up her clothes, then gently placed them in her arms. He unclipped the red amulet around her neck, and clipped the green one in place. “Get dressed, Miss Craig.”
He walked to the bathroom and ran a shower. “I’ll see you at your apartment later tonight.”
She lowered her eyes and nodded. “Yes, mister Davenport.”