BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology (15 page)

His eyes
were dark.
Just like this morning,
she remembered silently. Almost
foreboding, and while she felt self-conscious in front of him, she knew
inherently he expected her compliance. Charlene pulled her blouse from her
jeans with a resolve not to falter even though her hands trembled as she freed
the buttons one by one until her blouse hung open. Her flesh burned beneath the
denim where his hands hung possessively on her hips. She just stood there with
her arms at her sides, unmoving, unsure, and uncertain of what to do next. She
wished Jake would do something, anything, although after further review, she
wasn’t sure if she was up for ‘anything’, so she left it at something.

 “Undo your
jeans,” Jake said quietly.

Charlene
tensed as she remembered her mortification this morning. While there was
definitely a different feeling in the air, she felt the embarrassment slowly
creep through her veins. When she didn’t move, she felt his hands squeeze her
hips as a silent prod. She pulled on the corner, the button popped, and she
lowered the zipper.

“Now pull
them down.”

Charlene
shimmied them down to mid-thigh, feeling very exposed and vulnerable in front
of the man she revered for years. Nervous and self-conscious didn’t even begin
to touch the little girl feeling swirling through her. At the same time though,
she felt alive and excited, her skin tingled with anticipation.

Jake slid
his hands from her thighs, molding them to her curves, just high enough for his
fingertips to tease right below her bra. He stared at her torso, watching her sleek
feminine muscles ripple beneath his touch, but he was well aware of the soft
moans as his hands roamed. He pushed her jeans lower, below her knees, and
reached up to slide her blouse from her shoulders, only to have it catch at her
wrists. He smiled once more at her conservative white cotton undergarments,
knowing damned well it’s not what used to adorn her flesh beneath her business
suits. More than once he caught the lacy outline of her cup through a sheer
blouse, or when she moved just right and she unknowingly let her blouse gape,
giving him more of a view than he dared hope for.

Now she
stood in front of him, in all of her conservative glory, and he couldn’t
believe his good fortune. He knew she was nervous. Not all the trembling was
from her growing arousal. He inhaled deeply and wondered if she could smell her
own scent. He silently debated whether he should point it out and make her even
more self-conscious. The devil in him won that battle. “You’re wet aren’t you?”
When he heard her stammer a bit, he continued, “I can smell you, you know. I
bet if I had you show me your cunt right now, it’d be glistening.”

Instinctively
Charlene made motion to cover herself, but was blocked when Jake grabbed her
wrists. “Don’t ever try to cover yourself without my permission again. That’ll
get you over my knee faster than you can blink. Understood?”

When she
didn’t answer right away, his grip tightened. “Yes, Jake. I understand.”

“Good girl.
Now where was I? Oh yes. Clasp your hands behind your back.” Jake tilted his
head and watched as her breasts thrust forward as the result of her locked
hands. He stood, purposely rubbing his body against hers in the process. He
cupped her breasts and squeezed tight. They fit his hand perfectly, so firm and
full. Jake reached her bra and pulled one breast up and out of the cup and
followed suit with the other. “Perfect.” The effect caused her areolas and nipples
to bulge forward. “Those nips are just aching to be touched, aren’t they? The
question is how do they want to be touched?” Jake inhaled again. “Mmm. You’re
getting more excited aren’t you.” He said more than asked. “I’m going to want
to see your pretty little pussy here very soon. See how wet you are for me.”

Charlene
shivered with each and every word coming from Jake’s mouth. He made the crude
things he said sound sexy. He made her feel sexy. When his thumb brushed over
the tip of her nipple she groaned and arched toward his touch. He didn’t stop
the movement and soon the hardened nub was on fire from the friction. Charlene
squirmed as he continued murmuring and soon whimpering for more. The fire
quickly spread throughout her body and settled to smolder between her legs. She
wanted to touch him, rake her nails down his flesh and pull him against her.

Knowing she
couldn’t made the frustration so much sweeter for the both of them. Jake’s
breath was hot at her ear. She didn’t know how he remained so composed when he
was driving her insane, and showed no signs of easing up. He pressed his groin against
her stomach, proving he was more than ready physically to have sex. Something
snapped in her brain and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to have him in
her mouth. She imagined the feel of his hard shaft sliding in and out of her
lips, but remained silent in her longing. His fingers pinched each nipple and
Charlene’s knees nearly buckled from the sharp stab of pain that fired through
her.

As Jake
slowly twisted them, he ground his cock against her, turning her focus from the
shooting pain to the empty ache below. She ground back against him, hoping to
tempt him to end the charade and give them both what they needed. When he
twisted further, he suckled her earlobe, entwining both the pleasure and pain
receptors until she knew not which action hurt and which made her crave more.

His breath
hissed through his teeth in shorter gasps, Charlene noted with some
satisfaction. He was as worked up as she was, which meant he’d be inside her
soon. Men didn’t hold out for very long in her experience, and he’d already
broken some type of record she was sure. He growled as one hand shot up into
her hair, pulled her head back and kissed her hard and long. His other hand
pushed the thin damp material covering her sex and slipped between her pussy
lips — revealing to them both exactly how excited she was.

Charlene
gasped against Jake’s lips as his fingers expertly spread her and slid deep
inside her dripping sheath. His grip on her hair kept her upright as his
fingers slowly retreated from her heat. He pulled back from the kiss, but kept
his face within an inch of hers. “Look at me, Charlie. Don’t close your eyes.”

Charlene’s
eyes darted to his, this time seeing the hunger, the calm, the deliberateness
reflected in them. He pulled her head further back bowing her back slightly,
and stepped to the side, “What a picture you make, standing here with your
clothes half off, just like a little slut.” He watched her face flush with
embarrassment over the slut comment. When she tried to avert his penetrating
stare, he tightened his grip and jerked her eyes back to his. “Don’t you dare
turn away from me,” he snarled. His thrust three fingers in deep and held them
there and turned them both until they faced the mirror. “Look at yourself, look
at what a slut you are.” He pushed her head up until she saw her reflection.
Shame and confusion stared back at him. “You want this don’t you? You want my
fingers in your cunt. You like my fingers in your cunt, don’t you, you slut?”

When her
mouth opened and closed, he started to fuck her slowly, watching her
reflection, “Yes, you do, you slut. Feel your cunt grip my fingers — pulling
them back in. You’re aching for me to fuck you, make you come, you want my cock
inside you, don’t you, slut?” Still she didn’t answer, not because she didn’t
know, but because all the confirmations racing through her mind sounded stupid
and she couldn’t imagine saying them. She knew though she was blissfully
powerless to stop him, and she didn’t want him to stop. She looked and felt
like the slut he just said she was, but Heaven help her, this was incredible.

His long
fingers wiggled inside her and she watched her body start to tremble. Her
orgasm coiled up inside her at breakneck speed. He pulled back, leaving her
panting and whimpering. “Oh no, slut. You’re not going to get off that easy,
literally. I’m not done with you just yet. When you really need to come, you’ll
beg me for it, and you won’t until you do. And…” he paused, gripping her head
tight to his chest, “if you do before I let you, you’ll be punished.”

Charlene’s
eyes opened wide as she thought of being put over his knee again. She could
just tell him she’d had enough and then everything would go back to normal, but
then his fingers started up again and she decided stopping wasn’t an option.
Instead she watched the mirror with him. No longer embarrassed by her
condition, she noticed the rise and fall of her chest, her swollen lips, and
her breasts thrust upward — just aching for attention. Refusing to directly
meet his eyes in the mirror, she knew he studied her as he continued to torment
her sex with his fingers. Instead she let her eyes settle on the obvious bulge at
his crotch and was surprised when her hips wantonly undulated against his hand.

“That’s it,
slut. Give into it. You want my cock; I see your eyes focused on it. I see you
licking your lips. Fuck my fingers, you slut. Show me how much you want my cock
to fuck your sweet cunt,” he coaxed at her ear. His voice was soft and smooth,
and her body responded without hesitation. Her hips bucked against his now
pistoning fingers pulling her up to the peak. She panted and moved until she
didn’t know who was fucking whom. When his thumb teasingly grazed over her clit,
she nearly exploded from the contact alone, but he pulled away tauntingly.

Charlene’s
eyes glazed over with need. “Please, Jake, don’t stop, please no.”

His reply
was barely a whisper as he coaxed, “Tell me what you want, slut.”

“Oh G..god,”
she murmured as he drove her closer to the edge.

“He’s not
going to help you now. Tell me what you want, or I’ll give it to you anyway and
then punish you.”

She panted
frantically. Fearing she neared the point of no return and would be punished,
she stopped thinking about whether she sounded stupid and blurted, “God, Jake,
please let me come, please,” she whimpered. “Oh my God, please, please, please.”

The pitch of
her voice escalated with each word until Jake thought the windows would
shatter. Deciding that she begged enough for her first time, he relented and
issued a one word command, “Come.”

Charlene
screamed as her orgasm took hold. He didn’t let her stop with one, he pushed
her screaming into a second before she started thrashing her head and sinking
to the floor. In one swift motion, Jake scooped her up and deposited her
unceremoniously on the bed. She landed with her arms still bound up in her
blouse, her legs hung limply over the side. He yanked off each shoe and tossed
it to the side, her jeans quickly followed.

He stood for
a moment looking down at her disheveled state, admiring her beauty, smiling at
her dazed and glazed eyes, “God you’re so beautiful right now.” He dropped to
his knees and dragged her prim and proper cotton panties off her legs. Planting
himself between her knees, he locked an arm around each thigh and pulled her
dripping snatch right to his mouth. “I’m not done with you yet, my slut. We
haven’t even begun.”

Charlene
snapped into consciousness the second his mouth latched on to her. She arched
her back and struggled to free her hands so she could bury them in his hair. “Oh
God Jake, oh God Jake, you’re gonna make me come again. Oh God,” she screamed
one last time before the spasms took her spiraling into ecstasy. Jake sucked her
clit hard into his mouth, his tongue circled and flicked the nub until she
locked her feet on the mattress and her hips rode high off the bed at the
height of her orgasm. When she tried to pull away, his arms locked tighter —
holding her to his mouth. She was as sweet as he thought she’d be, and he
couldn’t get enough of her taste. With a growl, he lapped along her slit and in
her folds until he felt her body tense and the next set of tremors begin.
Finally, he thrust his tongue into her hole and fucked her until she cried out
yet again and sucked the flood of juices he created.

He pulled
back from her swollen fuck ready cunt, and pushed her thighs wide. With a quick
flick of his wrist, he slapped her pussy lips, was rewarded immediately with a
yelp and then watched her quiver and lock her thighs together. “Open them, now.”
Charlene tentatively spread her thighs. “Wider.” She spread them a bit more. “Wider.”
In a moment of rebellion or brazenness, she wasn’t sure; she spread her thighs
wide apart. Only then did she realize she put her most private area on full
view. She closed her eyes to hide her embarrassment, only to have them snapped
open again by a light tap on the cheek. “I told you to keep your eyes open,
Charlene,” Jake said with a slight hint of warning. “Now you keep your thighs
just as wide. Understood?”

Charlene
nodded and murmured, “Yes, Jake.”

“What was
that? I didn’t hear you.”

Charlene
cleared her throat and almost yelled, “Yes, Jake!”

Jake’s smile
appeared close to a sneer in Charlene’s eyes. That was it; he’d lost all
respect for her. He did think she was a slut, a no good piece of meat to just
order around and get his sick thrills from. Then she felt his finger slide into
her again and she moaned. Well, if he was getting a sick thrill, what in the
Hell could she say about herself for letting him, and getting off on it to boot?

Jake’s next
words shocked her right into reality. “Do you have any toys around here?” His
one finger fuck fluidly turned into two, causing Charlene’s mind to slip off
his question. To bring her back to him, he reached down and pinched her clit
between his fingertips and rolled it gently. “I asked you a question, slut.”

Charlene
blinked, “Um, no. Not here.”

“At home
then?”

Charlene
nodded, feeling the slow heat of embarrassment crawl through to the surface.

“Tomorrow
morning you’ll pack your two favorite toys and leave them here. Understood?”