Once Upon a Time(4)

She panted, breathed out through her nose, and moved past the need to gag every time his dick hit the back of her throat.

“I’m going to drinking my cum, forcing you to swallow it until it’s coming out between your lips.” He was so hard and unrelenting as he lifted his hips in time with bringing her head down into his lap.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but allow him to use her as a vessel for his orgasm. He started breathing heavier, tightened his hold on her hair, and cursed continuously. A deep groan left him, and then she felt the hard jets of his cum move down the back of her throat. He kept his hold on her head, forced her mouth to stay on his dick and for her to swallow him. His cum slipped out of her mouth, and he yanked her head back. She breathed out roughly, tried to catch her breath from the lack of oxygen, and felt his semen slip down her chin and land on her breast.

He pushed her back so she sat on her heels and stared up at him. Jackson stared at her breasts and she knew he was staring at his seed that lined her chest. He reached out and ran his thumb over her nipple, collecting the semen and bringing it to her mouth. There was more of his cum on her chest, but what he collected he made her suck clean from his digit. “Go on, eat it, swallow it, and moan because it tastes good.”

She opened her mouth when he pressed his thumb to the seam of her lips. Holding her gaze with his, and suctioned her lips around his finger, sucked slow and hard, and dragged her tongue along his salty and smooth skin. He made a low sound in his throat and then pushed her back with enough force that she fell on her ass. Her legs fell open, and she saw him look between them.

“I’m going to color your flesh with my belt, my hand, and my teeth.”

Genuine fear slammed into her when he stood. He was semi-hard still, and she gasped out when he took a step closer.

“I’m a sadistic bastard, and I’m going to make you my good little masochistic slut.” He stopped an inch from her and used his foot, which was encased in expensive leather, to nudge her legs farther apart. “Does that frighten you?” he said in a low, deadly voice. It should. It should scare the shit out of her, have her running in the other direction, and have her saying fuck this whole job. She did need the money, but what she wanted more was the dark and erotic promise Jackson had just made.

“Touch your cunt.” He grabbed the base of his shaft, stroking himself lazily while he waited for her to comply, clearly.

Placing her hand between her legs, Belle felt her slippery flesh and started moving her fingers up and down her slit.

“Rub that hard little clit, make yourself nearly come, and then I want you to stop.”

She panted and started rubbing herself, feeling her desire start to move higher. She was already so aroused that as soon as she touched herself she felt on the verge of coming. She watched him remove his belt, feeling her heart rate start to increase.

“Don’t stop touching yourself no matter what I do.”

She squeezed her other hand in a fist beside her, rubbed her clit fast and hard as she felt her climax start to rise, and stared at his cock. He was hard again, log and thick, and so tempting that all she could think about was feeling him moving back and forth inside of her. This evening wasn’t anything but sex with a wealthy man, and she was getting paid to be his little whore. But lord help her, she wanted to be his whore right now, because all she could think about was coming hard and long.

But then she saw the flash of his silver belt buckle as the moonlight hit it, and then felt the sting as he brought that leather down on her outer thigh. She cried out, but the immense and powerful pain gave way to something warm and pleasurable. He slapped the belt across her other thigh. He did this over and over again, not especially hard, but with enough force that she felt it down to her very bones. The safe word was on the tip of her tongue because of the intensity of this situation, but she clamped her mouth shut. He was breathing heavily, as if he couldn’t control himself. Sweat could be seen lining his forehead, and then all of the sudden he stopped hitting her with the belt, as if he knew she was about to come.

“Stop touching yourself.”

She rested against the floor, panting and staring at the ceiling, knowing that she wouldn’t survive tonight if he kept this up.





“Follow me, Belle,” he said, his belt still wrapped around his hand, and his now hard cock still exposed. She moved to stand, but he tsked again. “Stay on your hands and knees. I want you to follow my command because it turns you on.” He crouched on his haunches, and his dick was so close to her face now. “It turned you on to be my little whore, doesn’t it?”