Justin's jealous ...

“Needed to wash the smell of sex off yourself before I smelled it?”

“I didn't fuck him.” She giggled. “It’s sad actually, don’t tell anyone. He hasn't touched any of the women he’s been seen with.”

“Seriously?”

“He’s been playing you all. Which is amazing given how desperate he came off when we went back to his place.”

Justin stepped toward her and tilted his head.

She stepped back. “You might not want to kiss me. I did suck him off.”

His mouth turned down. “Oh.”

“He was so eager and sad, I couldn't leave him without something. But I told him it was a one time thing. Get over it, anyway. You and Cassie looked like things were going well.”

He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, it did. It wasn't amazing, but it was solid. She even initiated.”

“So I'm the only one who hasn't had an orgasm tonight. I think I'll go upstairs and take care of that. Or wallow.”

Justin tugged at the spot her towel tucked together. “Or not.”

“Doesn't Cassie think you're peeing?”

“She was asleep thirty seconds after her orgasm.”

Vana let the towel drop to the floor. She pressed herself against Justin, who was working on the ties for his robe. Once he had it loosened, he kissed her. He pinched her nipples and she sighed. Someone who knew how to touch her. “You like it rough?” he asked, pinching harder.

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He slapped her ass. “I think you should be punished for blowing my co-worker. Did you swallow like whore?”

She nodded and looked at the floor, playing the part of the chastised girl. He sat on the sofa and helped her lay over his knee.

“Five for the blow job, five for swallowing. And five on your pussy for liking it.”

She lifted her head. “I didn’t l—”

He slapped her. “Silence, slut. Take your punishment.” The five spanks on her ass, alternating cheeks, weren't bad. When he finished slapping her pussy, she was throbbing with pain and desire.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she said, when he sat her up.

“You don't deserve my dick. Besides, I'm spent from fucking your sister. I made you sore, now I’ll kiss it better.”

She laid back on the sofa, too exhausted to argue. Her entire pelvis turned and she wasn't sure his mouth would bring her any relief.

He put his mouth to her shiny pussy lips, soaked with desire. His tongue was rough and did nothing to soothe. It made her hurt more, until she writhed. “Please, just let me come. I’m going to burn up.”

“Tell me again.”

“I'm your slut, Justin. Yours. All yours.” Unless it would get her another spanking. Damn, she'd blow Nick everyday in the coffee room if it got her this treatment.

He sucked her clit into his mouth. He used his teeth, scraping slowly on the sensitive spot. Her legs tried to close on his head. He sat up and pushed her open. He slapped her exposed cunt. “Don't do that again, or I'll keep you on edge.”

“Until I go to bed,” she taunted. “You can't control me there.”

“I'll tie your hands on to your bed. Don't fuck with me. You need to be still while you come in a second. I’m going to bite your clit. Then you can come.”

He sucked on it again and then he bit down hard. White pain shot through her and then, true to his word, she came. Hard. She gripped the sofa trying to keep still, while her head and chest thrashed around.

He held the painful pressure until she stopped convulsing. Now it just hurt and she wanted to rub it to soothe the ache.

He let go and stood up. He tied his robe around himself and threw the towel on her. “Clean yourself up and get some sleep.”

Part 3

Part One
Part Two

There was another pause. Slave mulled that the man was trying to break her mind.

She didn't have time to linger on this idea as a leather paddle tapped her exposed pussy lightly. IT was rubbed on her thigh. Lila said, "Say it Slave. Tell him what he wants to hear."

Let me go. Take off my blindfold. Give me back to Master. "I want you to paddle my pussy. My bare open pussy."

She was rewarded for the answer with a few quick slaps between her legs. She felt her skin start to hum. "Beg," Lila said. "Tell him why."

Slave took a deep breath. "I'm a pain slut. I want to please you. I want to show how good I am for you. Please, please, please, Sir," was that too many pleases, "Sir, I desire that pain. I want you to whip me til I beg for mercy."

He spread her pussy lips exposing her clit. The flat paddle came down hard. Slave cried out, her body jerking under the strain.

A few slaps, light taps, as if he were thinking. "Lila, skirt off. Slave is going to please us both."

Lila's legs were pressed into the bed on either side of Slave's head. Her pussy was nearly dripping on Slave, who could smell it. "We'll go until you bring dear Lila to orgasm."

Slave licked at Lila tentatively at first. The paddle slapped repeatedly building in intensity. Like a horse being whipped, the sensation spurred Slave on. She frantically lapped at Lila's clit. Slave wrapped her arms around Lila's legs, pulling her close.

Slave's screams were muffled and short. Determined to bring Lila to orgasm quickly. The paddling stopped momentarily. It was replaced with the gloved hand. Her pussy was again spread open. It was like an electric shock going through her body when he slapped her. She shook and jerked and whimpered and moaned. After the shock passed, she renewed her efforts on Lila.

He spanked her open pussy until she could nothing but scream. He let it fall closed, but continued spanking. With his free hand he stroked a finger into her dripping hole.

Lila's moans grew louder. Slave sucked, drinking up the juices. Suddenly, Lila gave a familiar shout as her body shook with orgasm. Lila's body slipped to the side. Sir kept thrusting a finger into her slick folds. The glove felt like invasion, but still it drove her wild. She lifted her hips in offering, spreading her thighs further.

She burst when he kept stroking slowly. "Please, Sir. Make me come. Fuck me. Take me. I really need to come. I want to come on your cock. Pound me." Her head fell to the side as her words floated away from her.

His finger removed. "You said you would beg me to stop whipping you."

She didn't counter with her own words, instead biting her bottom lip. She nodded. He slapped her with his bare palm- one, two, three. Then he pressed his finger against her clit, twisting. And then back to the slapping. Her body was pushed to the edge quickly, if he continued she was going to come. And she cried out, "Please stop. I'm going to come. And I can't take the pain anymore. It's just- oh god," she whimpered, her body tense and she was nearly sobbing.

There was light murmuring and then rustling clothes. And then his weight on the bed braced over her, his body barely brushing hers. His hand was between them, guiding his cock into her waiting pussy. He thrust into her, slowly, as her body hugged him, muscles tensing around him pulling him deeper.

He thrust in and out, hard and fast. as per her begging. She kept murmuring encouragement to him. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

And then there was an explosion of color behind her eyes as she came. Her legs wrapped wantonly around him. All the stings were soothed, all the pain was vindicated as she came. And she was nearly oblivious to her blindfold, his weight and his cock still pounding into her. She felt at peace for a moment.

And then above her, he groaned and shuddered. His body tense as he came inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as he fell on top of her.

He rolled away quickly, his groans reaching her ears. She perked. He sounded like, but it couldn't be, his voice. His feel, his demeanor. She put her hands up and rubbed at her blindfold.

"Now?" Lila asked.

"Yes," came the reply, resigned, tense, anxious.

His weight left the bed. "Sit up," Lila said, tense. Slave sat up quickly, as Lila undid the knots at the back of the blindfold.

The light in the room was low, mainly candles and Slave winced, acclimating to it all. As if waking up from sleep she stretched, and realized she was naked and still wearing heels. She looked around the room, to lay eyes on the stranger or not, the man, who had stretched her limits.

That rat bastard, she thought. Master grinned at her, from where he was sitting in his chair. "You made me proud Slave. I enjoyed watching you react to a stranger just the way I'd trained you." He watched her as she stared at him, disbelievingly. "Nothing to say?" he asked, finally.

She shook her head. "You didn't' sound like you, really." She reached down and took of her shoes. She stood and walked to him, as if not believing he was real. "I don't know what to think."

He pulled her into his lap. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I don't know."

You've been Missed

The ringing phone tore me from sleep. I rolled over and grabbed it, wanting it to stop. Groggy, I mumbled. "Hello?"

"I'm coming." The voice was strong and awake on the other end. The unspoken message was get yourself together, a warning.

I hung up the phone and sat up fully. I yawned widely, my hands busy pulling my tangled hair straight.

It seemed like a moment later the was a precursory knock on the door. I didn't retrieve my glasses I as I stumbled to the doorway. I heard the keys in the door as I leaned against the wall in the hall. I pulled my pants straight, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. The door swung open.

I heard the lock click into place. My eyes flew open, my heart jumped into my throat. He turned his gaze on me. I blushed like a teenage girl, caught staring at her crush in the hall. Actually, except for the teenage part, it was exactly like that. I giggled and stepped back, unable to take my eyes off him.

He closed the space between us. Grabbing my upper arms, he pushed me against the wall. His mouth covered mine, a burning kiss between us. His tongue seared my mouth. I was branded - His.

My body became paralyzed between him and the wall. His mouth impressed upon mine, making love to me.

I gripped his upper arms. My fingertips dug into his biceps. I was holding on for dear life, as his passion swept me away.

He tore his mouth from mine, taking his heat with him. I shivered, suddenly cold. His hand dug into my hair, pulling my head back. "I missed you," he murmured. His teeth scrapped against the tender flesh of my throat.

I let go of his arms and started to push his jacket off of his shoulders. "I missed you too." My voice was throaty and breathless.

He shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. I dropped my hands, becoming passive again. I dropped my gaze to his chest.

He tugged on my hair, lifting my head again. He kissed me again. His hands dropped, grabbing my top and working it over my tummy, my breasts. I lifted my arms letting him remove it from my body. I tried to keep up, returning his kisses. But, through my sleepy haze and his sudden appearance, I could only let him use my body. And to enjoy the attention he lavished on it.

I watched him through my lashes as he bent his head to my breast. His lips and tongue still hot from the kiss, took one nipple in.

I moaned, gyrating my hips. His hands on my waist encouraged the movement.

"Have you been a good girl while I've been away?" His question was a brief reprise from the sweet torture his mouth was giving me.

Before I could answer, he latched onto the second nipple. All thought left for several moments. I grappled to remember the question. "Yes." The reply was ground out from my clenched teeth. "I've tried to be good."

"Tell me everything. Now." His mouth trailed hot kisses down my belly. His tongue stopped to swirl my belly button.

I nearly missed the command in his voice. Had he been away that long?

His tongue was tickling, while his hands worked on the tie of my pants. I had to think fast, to answer before he got my pants down and his mouth was kissing, licking, sucking the heat of me.

"I got off a couple of times a week. While you were gone." I swallowed hard, as he slid the pants down my legs.

"Only a couple?" He stopped, looking up at me. "I'm disappointed. Were you thinking of me? That I would do this?" He pressed his mouth into the crotch of my panties, blowing hot air against my pussy through the thin material. He pulled back, looking at my crotch. "Look how wet you are already."

I nodded, whimpering and shaking from the effort of keeping still. "Yes I thought of you all the time."

"Did you think of me kissing your wet pussy?" He slipped my panties down my ankles. I was trapped by my clothing. If I tried to move I would likely fall over.

"No, I thought of fucking you."

"Always the cock." He put his thumb against my clit and rubbed a slow circle.

I nodded and whimpered.

"Any cock?"

"Just yours."

I leaned my head back against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief when he removed his thumb. Carefully, slowly, he used his fingers to open my pussy lips.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

My response was a tortured cry. "Yes I want you."

He didn't move. His thumb becoming still.

I sighed, gathering myself. "Yes, I want your mouth on my hot pussy."

I was open to him. I closed my eyes, anticipating, ready for him.

His tongue slid between the folds. Heat on heat, made me burst into flame.