Master Richard Baron
I rose making my way towards the professional blonde. I bent whispering into her ear. “You don’t have a choice Ophelia. I am your employer.
Now, I know how that independent little mind of yours works and if you try to quit my magazine, I will ruin your career. If you try to leave this area, then I will ruin your career internationally. I am a very powerful man Ophelia, with a tad of a sadistic streak to my personality. You don’t want to get on my bad side.”
He pulled me up out of my chair, but not before I viewed the hardening in the outline of his suit pants.
The bastard had gotten a hard on by disciplining me. What would he do to me? I sexually excited him. What would he do?!?
He pulled me from the chair, ushering me into the sitting room—the sitting room that looked just like the one that I had seen in my dream.
I panicked; Oh no. Had this Master of control abducted me the night before and somehow drugged me?
He had. I knew that he had by the sore, used feeling, and the throbbing between my legs. I had felt it earlier this morning and dismissed the thought, making excuses to myself that it was due to the dream.
He pulled me down on his lap and growled in my ear, “Does this look familiar?”
“Why are you doing this? I whined; “Why, why, why…”
“Because I can,” he drawled.
I looked up to view the woman from the night before; being brought in and chained in the door way.
The European man from earlier accompanied her.
He began to whisper in her ear and I could see tears welling up in her eyes as he spoke to her.
I was rock hard as I began grinding up under my little victim. My hand made its way up her inner thigh, as my threats were whispered in her ear.
“You belong to me now Ophelia! Get rid of your little vanilla boyfriends that cater to your every whim or I’m going to hurt them. You are not going to be slutting around and fucking whomever you please.
Now you will be my slut. You belong to me now. You are my property now. You are no longer permitted to so much as have an orgasm without my permission.”
“You’re crazy; you can’t do this!”
“Silence! Or I am going to strap you down and use you in front of William and my slave!”
“Oh gosh; you are crazy.”
“You have no idea, Ophelia; no idea whatsoever. You have no idea the lengths that I will go to in order to keep you.”
“I’m going to cum,” I groaned.
He jerked his hand from between my legs and yanked me from his lap, pulling me into the Master suite that he had ravished me in the night before.
He sat in a chair and commanded me to strip.
My fingers trembled. I was barely able to undo the buttons that would soon open and leave me naked, vulnerable, and at his will.
Master Richard Baron
I watched her trembling hands and it only excited me more. It excited me to know that I was the cause of her distress.
“I’m going to fuck you Ophelia, does that you scare you? Does it excite you? Does the thought of knowing that you were taken by a stranger excite you? Does it excite you knowing that you are once again under my control, Ophelia?”
“No!” I hissed.
“Liar,” I calmly answered. “Leave your shoes on Ophelia and crawl over here. If you don’t obey me; I am going to turn you over my knee and wear your ass out.”
I knew that he would do it; so I made my way over to him crawling on my knees.
“I am a sadistic man, Ophelia; so you would do well to obey me……..in all things………”
My face flamed with embarrassment. The bastard was getting excited humiliating me.
I wrapped my fist in her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at me. “You will address me as Master—in my bed chamber!”
I began begging and immediately I could feel the liquid literally pouring down my inner thigh.
“I’m going to fuck you, Ophelia. I’m going to fold your legs back and plunge into that tight little hole of yours; while I stare you down and listen to your cries for mercy. Get your ass over on that bed”
I scurried to get up, when his voice cut through the air, “Crawl Ophelia!”
I swayed; crawling and conscious of the fact that I was totally exposed to this man who was now proclaiming, ownership of me.
I looked away, as he undressed.
“Look at me!”
I meekly eyed him as he stripped, neatly placing his tailored suit over the chair that he had been sitting in.
I stroked myself, eyeing her and listening as her begging ensued.
“Please don’t hurt me; I promise that I will be good.” I had no intentions of getting on this guy’s bad side—at least until I could get a read on him and figure out just how far that he would go to maintain control. I had no intentions of crossing him for now—I was biding my time.