The Secret Journey (28 page)

"Six, sir... Please..."

I bring the belt down again before she has
time to ask me to stop.

"Please..."

I smack her again, full force this time, and
suddenly she's crying, but her hands stay flat on her desk.

"Please..."

"Keep counting," I tell her, and bring the
belt across the crease where her buttocks join her thighs.

"Ni...Nine, sir."

"You left off at six."

"Oh jeeze, please..." I interrupt her plea
with another smack of the belt. She screams and sobs and her hands
still stay flat. "Seven, sir."

I strike again, letting the tip of the belt
find the cleft of her cunt. She jumps. "Eight, sir."

Again, "Nine, sir." Her cheek is on the desk
now, her tears running down to puddle on its surface, but her back
is arched, presenting her reddened ass for further punishment.

Again. "Ten, sir." She stops sobbing. She's
starting to accept her fate, and her stance has widened
unconsciously, presenting her pussy to me. Her crotch is so soaked
that strands of her juices are dripping down through her
underwear.

Again. "Eleven, sir." Her voice has a
calmness to it now. She's mine, all mine, and my cock twitches as I
envision claiming her.

I raise the belt as high as I can and hold it
there a minute as she waits for it, then bring it down full
strength. She moans, almost orgasmically. "Twelve, sir."

Dominating a woman is all about being in
control, about being calm in the face of intensity, of whatever
kind. The calm, in-control thing to do right now is to go down and
pay the cabbie for his waiting time while she waits for me in this
position, absorbing the lesson I've just inscribed on her ass, on
her soul. I already know that I'm going to have her, not just
tonight but over and over again, for months, for years, forever.
There's no need to hurry into the direct conquest of her body. I
know the signs, I can see the relaxation in her face. She'll wait
here for me, for as long as I want her to.

But while I am calm, I am not in control, and
my cock is painfully erect, and it has been a long time, far too
long, since I've had a woman like this. Since before Emily in fact,
since that wasn't our relationship. I pull her up, push her down to
her knees. She’s knows what I want, and her lips are nuzzling my
fly immediately. I pull her back by her hair, hard, and she looks
up, looking slightly hurt, slightly puzzled…

“Don’t you want…”

“Shhhhh…” I put my other forefinger to my
lips, holding tight to her hair. “Wait for it.”

With deliberate slowness I unzip my fly to
free my swelling cock. Her eyes go to it, lock on to it and her
desire is clear. Reflexively her lips twitch, parting, and she
licks them. She wants it. That’s good, I want her to want it. I
take it in one hand and tease her with it, running it around her
mouth, leaving a glistening strand of seminal fluid to drip from
her lower lip. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, in rapture.
She pulls against the hand holding her hair, but not too hard.
She’s experiencing her new captivity, exploring the feeling of
restraint. She’s reliving in her mind all that she’s read in my
book and her face says it all. She’s so ready.

“Mouth open, honey.”

She complies, holding her lips wide, forming
them into a perfect, inviting O of sexual acceptance. I slide my
cock into her, reveling in the warm wetness of her tongue. She
closes her lips around me and begins to suck, but I tug harshly on
her hair to stop her.

“Just hold it open, honey. Don’t suck.”

Again she complies, and I see the sudden
eroticism of the moment transform her face. She’s completely
passive now, a pliant sex toy, uninvolved with giving pleasure,
simply being used to provide it. Her breathing quickens, and I can
see the pulse pounding fast in her throat.

“Tongue out, honey.”

She extends her tongue obediently, points it
delicately at the head of my cock as I jerk it back and forth. The
head rubs against her tongue, taut to the bursting point. There is
a point where my cock gets so hard it seems to lose all sensation,
as though it were made of steel and not of flesh. It’s that hard
now, and yet the wet rhythm of her tongue still penetrates to the
base of my brain, forcing me to thrust my hips forward. She looks
up with big, innocent eyes, mutely imploring me to finish on her,
to validate her submission and her desirability in the same sticky
instant, to let her know her sacrifice has been rewarded.

I grab her hair again and force my cock deep
into her mouth. It is a bestial act, primal, an act of sexual
conquest that has no place in a civilized society. I have no
illusion that every woman, or even most women, would like the way I
am in bed. I have no desire to alter that. I don’t want every
woman, or even most women. I want this woman, and I want nothing
else.

The important thing is that she likes it.
This interaction is working for her at least as well as it is for
me, her nipples are rigidly stiff and the warm, rich scent of
feminine musk fills the air.

“Suck it now, honey.”

She obliges, and I feel my balls start to
contract as I get ready to spill myself into her, onto her. I pump
in and out of her lips until I’m ready to burst and then I pull
out. She immediately returns to mouth open, tongue extended
receptivity, and I’m again jerking myself off on her tongue.

“Beg for it.”

She looks up and locks her gaze on mine.
“Please come. Sir. Please come on my face.” Her voice is pleading,
eager and her lips are brushing the head of my cock with every
word. “Please, I need it so bad. I’m a dirty little cocksucker and
I need you to mark me.” She pauses to lick my shaft between every
sentence. “Please do it. Please make me your slut. Please let me be
your whore.”

“Come on, honey, convince me.”

Her eyes get big, and she runs her tongue up
the underside of my cock. She knows how hot she looks, she knows
she can get me off like that.

“Please, Sir.” Lick.

“Please I’ll do anything.” Lick.

“You can fuck me.” Lick.

“You can take my ass.” Lick.

“You can have me whenever you want.”
Lick.

“I’ll be so good for you.” Lick.

“And if I’m not good enough you can punish
me.” Lick.

“I need it so bad, Sir.”

Lick. “Please!”

The last please is more a groan, half desire
and half frustration, and it’s all I need to hear. I come, bucking
my hips forward to cut off her next sentence as I shoot my juice
into her mouth. Like a good girl she doesn’t suck, because she
hasn’t been told to. She just cups her tongue to catch my sperm as
I pump in and out of her mouth, my balls contracting so hard they
hurt. The waves of pleasure make it impossible to stand and my
knees buckle. My cock comes out of her mouth to jet its last spurts
on her face, on her lips, and I sink back into her desk chair. She
stays kneeling, my sperm on her outstretched tongue, waiting for
permission to swallow. She learns fast, this one.

“You can swallow,” I tell her, and she does,
clearly savouring the taste and texture. Her hair and clothing are
in disarray, her face is stained with tears and sperm. What’s left
on her face drips down over her blouse. She looks the part of the
dirty little tramp. She should. She played it well.

I lie back, make an inviting gesture, and she
moves over to rest her head in my lap. I stroke her hair
affectionately, massage my juices into her skin. She looks up at me
with the same big eyes as before. Her face is completely relaxed,
as though it were her who had just come through a mind shattering
orgasm and not me. I am overwhelmed with emotion, the violent
passion of seconds ago replaced with tenderness and concern. I
recover my breath enough to speak, let my heart rate slow, and
contemplate her beauty for a little while. Eventually I ask the
question.

“Would you like me to stay?”

She laughs. “Of course I would. I don’t want
you to go.” She hugs my legs. “Ever.”

There’s weight in that word. Ever. It’s far
too soon for words like that, so she says it lightly, playfully. At
the same time, we both understand the connection here. This is a
beginning. I give her the cab fare, and a generous tip, send her
down to pay the cabbie. She blushes at the instruction, knowing the
cabbie will know from her appearance exactly what has happened. I
appreciate her ass as she goes out. While she’s gone I move to the
couch, take out my laptop and open it, and start to write. The
words spill out in an effortless torrent, the story perfect line by
line. She comes back, sees me typing and comes to lie down beside
me. I move the laptop so she can rest her head on my thigh,
watching as my fingers fly over the keys. No words are spoken but
we both know the truth. Tonight she has become my muse.

Au Revoir

So you’re mine now, honey. You’re my very own
personal slut, my well trained sex bitch, and I’m going to put you
through your paces now. Are you ready? It doesn’t matter. Do you
remember your lessons? Have you been practicing? I certainly hope
so.

Strip.

Rest.

Attention.

Kneel.

Present.

Open.

See how easy it is. Five words and you’re on
your knees ready to be fucked. Five words and you’re ready to take
my cock just the way I want you to. You picked this book up with no
idea where it would take you, but here you are, through the door
and down the road, face down and cunt up. You’re mine now, punished
and rewarded, trained and restrained. You’re my easy, eager, hot
little cunt, with your ass in the air whenever I want you, ready to
be fucked in any hole, ready to be used, abused, taken,
possessed.

Yeah, you do it for me, face down, ass up,
that’s the way we like to fuck. So do it, fucking do it. Get right
down with these words on the floor and your nose on these words.
All the way down. Yeah, I love the way I can put you on the floor
to be fucked like this. You’re already wet. You’re that fast, that
easy for me. Fuck, I love that.

And now you’re going to crawl for me. Don’t
think, just do it, fucking do it. Keep the book on the floor and
your nose on the book and crawl. Keep your knees apart, keep your
ass up, and yeah, I want your tits touching the ground. Not easy,
is it? Keep crawling, I don’t care that it’s not easy. I want it to
be hard. I want you to feel the effort, I want you to make the
effort. And you’re doing it, because you get it, you understand
what I want of you, you understand that you’re getting what you
need from me. Because no, honey, you don’t want it easy from me, do
you? No, not at all. Legs wider, bitch. Get your cunt open. Do you
want the belt? Maybe not, but you need it. You need it hard. You
need your ass welted and your cunt whipped. You need to be put in
your place, and this is your place. Face down, cunt up, ready to be
impaled on my cock.

Yeah honey, that’s the reason you like me so
much, that’s the reason you love me, because I’m not afraid to give
you what you need, even when you’re afraid to get it. Yeah I want
you. Remember our very first words, way back when the journey
began? Yeah, I want you, spread on my bed like a banquet to feed
the hunger of my lust and quench the thirst of my desire. I want
you because fill me, you fulfill me. I want you because you’re the
most desirable woman I can imagine. I want you because you’ve
passed every one of the tests I’ve thrown at you, and you’re still
ready, still eager, still desperate for more. Yeah, I want you, and
oh yes, honey, I’m going to have you right now, just take you, just
make you do exactly everything you want so much for me to make you
do.

You know what to say.

“Yes, sir.”

Out loud.

“Yes sir, you can have me, any time, any
place, any way, and every way.”

Like you mean it.

“Yes sir, you can take me, and I will take
it, take it all, take everything.”

Convince me.

“Yes sir, I’m yours, I’m all yours and only
yours.”

Yes, honey. Your body responds to those
words, your body responds to me. Your pulse is speeding up, and you
can feel your body start to tense. You can feel me here with you,
watching you, so close you can almost reach out and touch me. Your
lips are begging to be kissed, aching for it. Your skin is getting
sensitized, begging to be touched, anywhere and everywhere. You
need my hands on you, you need your hands on me. Breathe deep,
honey. Breathe deep and inhale my scent, rich and powerful. Your
tongue is longing to taste me, to explore my skin. You can feel
your breasts swelling in anticipation, there beneath you, pressed
against the floor. You can feel your cunt getting wet as your clit
stiffens, held up high and presented for whatever I want. Your body
knows what it needs, honey, and what it needs is me. You need me on
top of you and in between your long, hot legs. You need me inside
you, deep, deep inside.

Yeah, you want me. Think about your cervix,
honey, that secret spot, the gateway to your womb, the most
feminine part of your anatomy. Concentrate on it, feel it
throbbing, deep inside. Your cervix has a mission, honey, and
that’s to kiss the head of my cock, kiss it long and deep and hard.
Your cunt longs to be stretched around my cock, forced open and
fucked the way it was meant to be fucked. We don’t need anything
complex here, honey. We don’t need the rope, the belt, the riding
crop. We don’t need the erotic amplification of anal sex or oral
sex or lingerie or leather. This is an old, old recipe, shake and
bake simple, honey. Add cream to eggs and heat to boiling, stir
with a steady, pumping motion, serves two. You’re my appetizer and
my main course and you’re my rich and creamy, hot and steamy,
sinfully decadent dream dessert. Cock rigid, cunt wet, in and out
and in and out and in and out.