I couldn’t believe that this pompous, arrogant ass was being so blatant with me. What bothered me was that my body was on fire, I couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. “That is sexual harassment,” I hissed.
“No it isn’t; but it is blackmail. Don’t fuck with me little girl. I will ruin more than your career. I will take you down girl—by the time that I get done with you—you won’t have a life!”
“Please stop, you’re going to make me cum.”
“You better not; you better not. Just proves my point, the more that I threaten you, the wetter that you get.”
“I have to go, I have to go, I have to go,” I whined.
“You are not going anywhere, you are going to my suite and you are going to get fucked by a man that you don’t even know. You don’t even know me and your body is screaming for me.”
I had begun to slide my finger in and out of her. I started threatening to whip her ass; if she cummed. I knew that she was going to—because I was going to purposely make her and then I was going to whip her ass just like I told her that I would. I was out to show this girl who she really was and I was just getting started.
I could feel the climax building and there was nothing that I could do to stop it. “Please I can’t control this, I’m going to cum.”
“You better not, or I’m taking you upstairs and whipping your ass.”
I exploded; I mean literally exploded, I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. He jerked me up—pulling me into his bedroom and literally ripping my clothes from me and smashing my face into the mattress.
I slammed into her and smacked her ass, stinging it so bad that she had begun to cry. I have to be honest with you, those tears and that begging that she was doing, really turned me on.
Tears streamed down my face as I begged, and cried; for him not to hurt me. He was huge and I felt like he was tearing me. What I couldn’t understand was why another climax was building. “Please, please let me cum. I can’t stop it,” I wailed.
“Beg me,” I hissed as I jerked her head back.
“I’m begging you, I’ll do anything.”
I gently palmed her back and spoke softly to her, “Tell me that you will stay with me; tell me that you’ll move in and do this story.”
I sobbed, “I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything if you will just let me cum.”
“Cum for me,” I whispered. I immediately felt her spasm. I hadn’t had this kind of chemistry with a woman in forever.
I collapsed into the bed and he grabbed me; soothing me, holding me, performing what I knew as aftercare.
I can’t explain it but I had been through a gamut of emotions. In the matter of an hour this man had taken me from anger, to ecstasy, to tears, and back to ecstasy.
I held her beautiful, trembling body in my arms, knowing that I would not let her go. I had stalked her, pursued her, and taken her. This was not my normal M.O.
I had slaves that literally threw themselves at me and I had never felt the need to take a woman—the way that I had taken her tonight. I had to have her and I gave her what she didn’t even know that she needed; to prove my point to her.
She had an innate desire to be taken and I had fulfilled it.
She was mine now. I had seared myself into her being—I was in her head now. The memories of this night would be memories that would stay with her—they would also stay with me…
Ophelia
“Oh shit,” I cried out as the alarm clock went off. “I’m late for the first day of this interview.”
I hustled getting ready for the interview that I had with the mysterious owner of the BDSM mansion…
Chapter Two
Master Richard Baron
I eyed my assistant; ‘second in command of the mansion,’ if you will. Master William was head of the house as far as running things. He was also one of the Masters of the Mansion.
He was very high on the totem pole, second in command and he answered to no one; but me ‘Master Richard Baron,’ the owner of the mansion.
“I’m going to be very blunt with you. I don’t want you touching; or so much as even pursuing this reporter that I have coming in. That goes for anyone, man, woman, patron, she is off limits and part of your job is going to be making sure that this mandate is carried out.
Have I made myself clear; crystal clear?”
I eyed my Boss. We were close enough that I could speak candidly; but with respect. My Boss is not a man to be toyed with. “Sir, this is a different side of you, may I enquire, what is different about this young lady?”
Richard stretched his long legs out and crossed them at the ankles. “To be perfectly candid, William, I’m bored.”