Eleven (5 page)

With a flick of my wrist, the leather tip of the whip was flying from the floor and crashing into the cloth of his slacks and against his thigh.

He dropped to his knees at the sharp sting. "What the fuck?!" He yelled.

I flicked my wrist again. The leather tore through the still, cool air and sliced through the thin cloth of his neatly, pressed shirt, and bit into his left arm.

"Fuck!" He yelped as he rushed his right hand over to console the red cut on his arm. "Sweetheart-"

"Eleven," I corrected him as I whipped my wrist back again.

"No, please," he pleaded.

I struck him once more. This time the leather sliced across his chest, popping off a button on his otherwise perfect shirt.

He went from arrogant asshole to pleading slave in less than five lashes. I must admit, I was somewhat disappointed. I expected Mr. I Own The Air You Breathe to resist for longer than two minutes. Then again, guys like him tend to think I will soften up and try to test me when they feel I have crossed whatever boundaries they have created for themselves. Boundaries that I don’t give a fuck about.

I grinned as he fumbled through the buttons on his shirt and tugged at his tie, rushing to get undressed. His shaky fingers trying to remember how to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants.

He sat on his knees in gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs and navy and gray argyle socks. Small red cuts lined his chest, arm and thigh where he learned I’m not someone who asks twice.

I glanced over at the wall of restrictive tools; steel cuffs, rope and leashes. I grabbed a pair of cuffs and fastened his wrists together behind his back. I then picked up the black silk blindfold and cover his eyes. I laced his neck with a satin choke leash.

I discarded the whip and replaced the it with a sixteen inch wooden paddle. I led him by the leash to the center of the room. I stood in front of him, facing the one way glass where I knew both Haylee and the guard were to ensure no danger befell me. I knew Haylee was there moreso for the show. I don’t mind him watching though. I love an audience.

“Open your mouth and hold out your tongue,” I commanded. He did as I said. I took Wonder Woman in my first and rubbed the soft tip around his widely parted lips.

“Now suck it.”

His mouth blindly felt around for the head. He gulped it into his mouth like a professional.

“Aren’t you just a good little slave,” I said in a patronizing tone purely for the sake of mocking him.

The bullet responded to the friction of his mouth sliding back and forth over the shaft. I inhaled deeply at the light vibrations pulsing inside of me.

My extension began to grow with every stroke of his wet tongue.

The front of his boxer briefs began to tent.

I pushed his suctioning mouth from my distended appendage.

“Who the fuck told you to get hard?” I snapped.

“I-I-I ca-can’t control it,” he stammered with fear and uncertainty coating each word.

I walked around his pale body and grabbed the leash. I lead him by his unsteady knees over to the Boogey Man where I strapped his legs and ankles in. I took a fistful of his hair and shoved his head down into the guillotine-esque contraption. I uncured his wrists and brought them into their respective holes and secured him into the chopping block.

“Ca-can I ask you a que-question,” he stuttered.

“Hell no,” I answered.

His once small tent had grown exponentially in the couple of minutes it had taken me to get him locked in. I giggled to myself at the 180 he had done from the time he walked into the Black Room until now. He went from “I don’t suck dick,” to getting hard when the tip grazed his tongue.

I pulled the blindfold from his eyes. His bright blues widened at the hard ten inches staring him in the face. He opened his mouth, assuming he already knew my expectations. I slapped his face with my right hand.

"Did I tell you to open your dirty mouth?"

His left cheek turned bright pink. Even my palm stung a little from intensity of the smack.

His Calvin Kliens tightened at his slight frontal expansion.

I stuffed a ball gag into his mouth.

I leaned over him and pulled his waistband down to just beneath his butt cheeks. The front of his Kliens hung still over his saluting soldier.

I walked behind him, holding the wooden paddle firmly in my right hand. I raised my hand and swung the paddle like a baseball bat.

The wood made a snapping sound against his naked flesh. His hips thrusted forward, unable to escape the restraints that held him in place.

I drew my hand back and whacked the other cheek. He winced at the second hit.

I struck twice more before allowing the cool air to soothe his red hot cheeks.

His anxious, paddled bottom pushed out against Wonder Woman as his gagged mouth pleaded muffled beggings for me to fuck him. But that’s not what I do on the first meet. The first- meet- nut is always saved for the wife. Not because I feel guilty, but because the gratification of a postponed orgasm is more intense if you have to wait. The sex will be better with his wife. He will run his hard-on into his million dollar mansion and fuck the shit of out his neglected wife and make her feel like she’s the only one he wants. The hormone induced euphoria will make her appear more attractive to him and the high of that cocaine nut will get him hooked because nobody else has the quality product I provide.

I, however, cum every time.

I stepped my Giuseppe’s over his legs and slowly paced back around to his mouth.

I pulled the circular ball gag from his mouth and shoved in my extension.

The bullet began to speed inside me as his wet mouth glazed back and forth over my ten inches. I moaned as my walls contracted over the metal oval and brought me close to climax.

My mind flashed to Erica. Her pretty face, thick thighs, fat ass. I imagined her pretty, soft, pink lips wrapped tightly around the tip of my dick. I slowly slid in and out.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently pushed myself deeper into her throat. Her tongue massaged the shaft, forcing me to my peek.

My body tensed as I made love to Erica’s mouth, completely losing myself in her.

The bullet shuddered faster inside me as I braced myself for the earth shattering cum I was about to experience in Erica Thomas’ gorgeous mouth.

I thrusted forward one last time as my body soaked the rattler inside me, sending the cue to my dick to spill into Erica’s mouth.

I opened my eyes to a pathetic looking white boy with cum oozing from his lips.

“Ugh,” I frowned as I stepped back, pulling my softening six inches from his still lapping tongue.

His eyebrows furrowed at my reaction.

While it was always fun to bust in somebody’s mouth, the reality of cummin in some dude’s five o’clock shadowed throat just doesn’t compare to the idea of releasing in the mouth of the girl I’ve loved since I met.

I silently fussed at myself for passionately screwing a client’s mouth just because I was thinking of Her. Shit like that sends mixed signals to these already confused people that waltz in here looking to fuck, sometimes hoping to fall in love.

And the last thing I need is a fucking stalker.

I uncuffed his legs and released him form the boogeyman.

Though he was afraid to ask, his pleading eyes and hard dick implied that he wanted me to allow him to release too, but I really didn’t give a fuck.

He remained on his knees, even though he was freed from restriction. This was normal. Once I force them into submission, they remain that way while in my presence. All they want to do is please me and make me happy. Nothing else matters.

“Get up and get the fuck out,” I said as I walked towards the glass window.

“Huh?” He asked with a weak, cracking voice.

I signaled to the guard who came out of the door as I walked in.

His huge, muscular build was easily intimidating. The guard grabbed Marq by his arm and yanked him up form the ground.

I met Haylee inside who already had the shower running so that I could wash my indiscretions away.

“You really gotta let her go,” Hay said as he laid out my clothes to go home in.

I swallowed hard as I emerged myself into the water that fell like rain over my head.

He was right. I loved a girl that would never admit to loving me back. And no matter how hard I tried, I could never change that.

Haylee gathered the rest of my things and headed downstairs once I had finished dressing.

I looked over the room to make sure I wasn’t leaving anything behind.

Haylee waited for me in the car. While the guards still remained in the halls, the room guard left with Marq Ex to ensure he did not get shady and try to come back for me.

The TV played familiar sounds that I could barely make out from the Ready Room. It was strange because I couldn’t remember turning the TV on. “I want you, Erica. I want you too, Kai,” the audio played as I stepped onto the black carpet and stared at the video on the plasma in front of me.

My heart dropped into my stomach as my eyes deciphered the image I was seeing on the screen.

There was Erica with her hand between her thighs, on the phone, masturbating. I instantly recognized the couch from Jason's house. I remembered this conversation. I was telling her how I would touch her if she ever gave me the chance.

“Oh gosh,” I uttered.

This crazy fuck has a fucking camera in his living room, which meant...he knew. He knows.

I knew he hid her birth control. I didn't want to say it, but it makes so much sense now.

Fear pulsed through my veins as I fumbled for my cell phone to call Erica. This video means she's in danger. I pushed my curly mane away from my face, only to see a tall, dark shadow standing in the doorway.

I jumped back, startled. He stepped towards me and into the light.

“Jason?” I said, shocked to see him here.

“Hey little sis, we need to talk.”