Toying With Tara (3 page)

“Next time I’ll
use a cane or a paddle and make that cute backside of yours very
red and sore,” he promised as she finally came back to reality.
“Perhaps sharp, little clamps for those glorious nipples of yours
too – what do you think?”

He’d stopped.
She was still restrained in the same way and he was rubbing a wipe
over her pussy – cleansing her of the copious juices.

She screamed
out as once finished he pushed his fingers into her again. How many
she couldn’t tell but her pussy was, once again, stretched to
capacity.

“Does that
hurt,” he asked.

“Only because I
wasn’t expecting it,” she gasped. “What do I call you,” she
squealed as he pushing into further. All this intimacy – this
strange weird pleasure, pain thing and she didn’t even know his
name.

“My name is
James but when we are together like this you call me Master,” he
confirmed darkly. “No need for you to know anything else,” he said
as he withdrew.

Master – and
there was going to be more of his – oh joy. This being restrained
and taken rough and hard was just the most delicious way to have
sex. And then there were those words – punishments, torment. They
were glorious words filled with the promise of pleasure to
come.

The words
sizzled in her head and sparked hot through her sex – they were the
most beautiful words. The prospect of being sexually tormented by
James was a new and dark pleasure and one Tara knew she was going
to enjoy – red buttocks and all.

“I’m going to
fuck you now,” he announced. “I’ll use a condom but I will get you
checked out and adequately protected soon,” he promised.

He entered her
hard and harsh like he had the vibrator, thrusting deep. He gripped
the sides of his chair and rolled it towards him on its castors
pulling her onto his large erection then pushing her back. Each
penetration filled her completely and felt so good after what she
was used to with Gareth. She screamed – she couldn’t last – this
was so good – poor Gareth after this she’d be lost to him.

She howled as
he pounded into her again and he was manipulating the chair with
one hand now and using his other one to squeeze and pinch at her
clitoris. The pleasure was intense – the pain each time he gripped
her delicate nub excruciating but the blend was just the most
delightful thing. She screamed and bucked and held her breathe and
then her world seemed to dissolve as the most intense orgasm
claimed her – stamped her hard with its mark – and made it’s
demands on her psyche for how things would be in the future.

“You’ll come
here again, Miss Hurst - tomorrow after work.” He told her once
he’d released her and she’d dressed. “I close at six so don’t be
late or the punishment will be particularly harsh.” He promised
before plundering her mouth with his own. “You are mine now and
I’ll tell you the ground rules as we go along. But be warned – if
you disobey me again the consequences will be dire.”

“But I haven’t
disobeyed you, James,” she pouted.

“You climaxed
without permission,” he pointed out. “And you have just addressed
me wrongly.”

Tara hung her
pretty head contritely. “Sorry Master, please forgive me,” she
whined. “I’ll do anything to please you, anything,” she
offered.

James smiled
and kissed her again. She was really very good – such a good find.
“I know you will,” he smiled. She could pay for her misdemeanours
tomorrow. He’d think of something good. But whatever that was he’d
most certainly put his cock in her mouth and teach her how to
deliver fellatio the way he liked it.

“Until tomorrow
evening, Miss Hurst,” he said handing her the wrapped vibrator as
she left the shop. “Regards to your friend and I hope she gets a
great deal of pleasure from the present,” he smirked as he pecked
her cheek before watching her shapely figure disappear down the
street.