“Ahah! Found you, you little cunt!”
Alex Kimbrell wrote down the address of Jackson, LTD. She’d moved all the way to New York City, the whore. So, she was scared, a little, and needed some attention. So he would give it to her. He knew she wanted him to find her, to take her back home, by force if necessary. She was into that whole kidnap/beating scene, apparently. He wasn’t sure if this Lance Jackson had actually hired her after their conversation, but it would be a good starting place to find her. As head of his division, he was entitled to 6 weeks of vacation time. He’d use all of it, if need be, to get his little slut back. Tapping the paper with the precious address on it with one long finger, he turned back to his computer and logged in the appropriate request for time off.
“Here, Kitty Kitty Kitty,” he muttered, shoving the address into his breast pocket. It was time to make some plans.
Her pulse was hammering, but not just in the heart beating hard between her tits. The small bud between her thighs was throbbing, matching the achy feeling of her tits and ass where he’d beaten on her yesterday. She could feel the wetness, feel the intense need building. It had begun when he’d snapped the collar around her throat, and intensified when he’d added the leash, tugging her along to the play room. But rather than taking her into the large public room, he had pulled her to a stop in front of a door.He exchanged a nod with the Watcher there, who buzzed the door open.
“Ladies–and I do use the term loosely–first.”
He gestured for her to precede him up the stairs that stretched up into another level. His fingers pinched at her calves as she climbed, causing her to stumble and yip.
“So clumsy, slut!”
Pausing, she shot him a fulminating glare before continuing up to the top. He poked her in the bum just for fun, then pushed her to the right where a door stood open.
“In there, slut.”
Stepping inside, she saw a plastic covered mattress, a built in cabinet with sheets and implements, and a variety of rings and hooks on the wall, ceiling, and the floor around the bed. She swallowed hard. The door shut with a quiet snick, and she glanced behind her. His expression had changed. He looked–feral. Fierce. His gaze, always direct, now had an intensity to it that made her feel like prey. Her belly felt quivery, a mix of fear and stark need. What this man stirred in her!
“Take off the coat, slut.”
Slowly, teasingly, she untied the knot of the tied belt, then eased it off of one shoulder. A thin black strap appeared as she shrugged the coat lower, then shook the other shoulder, allowing it to catch on her bent forearms. Cocking her head, she smiled at him.
He continued to look at her, not saying anything. After a long, silent minute, she rolled her eyes, and let the coat slip from her. Under it she wore a demi bra, which left her girls supported under the bust, but naked from the nipple upwards. The panties were black lace, and disdained to be called granny-pants. They covered the hated chastity belt, and much of her soft, round belly, and soft, round ass, but hinted at what lay between. A matching lace garter belt snugly held her hose. The stiletto’s that he’d surmised earlier, and seen going up the stairs, enhanced her softly curved thighs her shapely calves.
“Very nice. Aren’t you lucky I didn’t demand you shed the coat down in the main room?”
“Well, I would have explained…”
“And yet, I still would have demanded the coat be removed.”
Here he was, the full-Dom. Face to face with him, she wondered how she’d ever thought that Alex was? This man didn’t make her fearful, but rather, a nervous, turned-on agitation. That he would hurt her, she had no doubt. Wasn’t she even now wearing bruises from yesterdays attack of the spatula and spoon? But he made her yearn.
“Remove the panties, leave the garter belt.”
She pouted, but slipped the panties off.
“You want that off too, don’t you?” He pointed at the chastity belt.
She nodded, eagerly anticipating the freedom. And the orgasms.
“You’ll need to earn this.”
He pulled the key up from under his shirt, let it dangle in the light. Her eyes followed the gleaming silver key. He saw the lust burn in her eyes as she leaned ever so slightly towards the shining key dangling from his neck.
“I’ve been in this thing forEVER!”
“Not yet, no.”
“It feels like it.”
“Poor little slut. Horny as fuck and unable to touch or play with herself.”
“Yes. And … you haven’t…”
“I know many things.”
She rolled her eyes. She hated when he played the obtuse game.
“You haven’t…sealed the deal. You know. Stop! I hate that when you put on that stupid face!”
“The Jerkface Jackson face, you mean?”
He pulled a long face, bugged out his eyes. She giggled, thought about slapping at him, but didn’t quite dare.
“Yes, that one. That…jerkface face.”
He stepped closer, into her personal space. She could feel the heat from him now, his breath on her forehead.
“Hands behind your back, slut.”
They went behind, promptly. He stepped around her, then bound her hands, of course with a tie. She could feel the slippery silk, but also felt him weaving it over and around her tightly.
“So tell me, slut, what haven’t I done?”
“The..ga-donk-a-donk. The crazy monkey dance. Belly bumping.”
“Ah. I see.”
She warmed to the topic.
“Boinking! Buttering the biscuit! Checking the oil…”
“Fucking. You forgot that one.”
He reached around, pinched her left nipple.
He twisted the nipple.
“Ittt…OKAY…OKAYYYYY!!! FUCK! YOU HAVEN’T FUCKED ME!”
He let go of her nipple, flicking it gently with a fingertip. She sighed.
“Now I’m all embarrassed.”
“But it’s true. I haven’t fucked your cunt yet. Your lovely mouth, yes, but not your weeping, needy cunt.”
He paused and she leaned back against him. He filled his hands with her tits, molding and squashing them between his fingers. She sighed as he released her, and pushed away.
“Now slut, let me tell you how this works.”
“Oh, please do,” she said, her tone teetering on the edge of sarcastic.
“That wasn’t very submissive, now was it?”
“I’m not a doormat. I have a voice. I can follow orders and directions, but I’m going to speak my mind.”
Stepping in front of her, he grasped her nipples, twisting lightly. She rose to her toes, until her mouth, open and gasping, was close to his.
“Good girl,” he said, surprising her. “Doormats are boring. I like your spunk.”
“I like yours too,” she replied archly.
He laughed, then twisted her nipples, hard.