A Strict Seduction (30 page)

‘You have to earn it first,' I told her through gritted teeth.

‘But… but…'

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. She cried out, as much from the shock as the pain, I guessed. Her lips were open, a look of fear in her eyes. ‘You dirty bitch,' I whispered softly into her ear.

‘I am… I'm dirty…' she responded, gasping when I yanked her hair harder.

‘You've made a mistake,' I told her, using my free hand to stroke the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. She felt good, her skin so soft and warm and responsive. I knew she'd be wet, there was no need to touch her there – yet.

‘A mistake?' she echoed, trying to look me in the eye.

I let go of her hair, and as she turned towards me I slapped her face, hard. She winced and pulled away. Tears filled her eyes as she rubbed the shocking pain from her cheek. My fingers tingled where I'd slapped her.

‘A mistake,' I confirmed.

There was confusion in her eyes. All she needed to do was to tell me to stop, to ask me to leave. Instead she nursed her face and looked up at me with wide blue eyes that begged for more. ‘I'll do whatever you want me to,' she whispered.

I smiled. ‘I know.'

The look in my eyes made her turn away for a second.

‘Shall I undress for you?' she asked quietly.

I reached for her again and she crawled along the bed towards me. I touched her face where I'd smacked her, stroking my fingers over the reddened skin. I knew it was all true; I could do as I liked to her and she wouldn't resist. The thought made my cock harden once more. I sat beside her and pulled her closer, halfway across my lap so I could kiss her. She put her arms around me, holding tightly while I pushed my tongue between her lips.

As we kissed I stroked her back, enjoying the feel of her warmth, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin. With my other hand I began to rub the inside of her thigh, moving it slowly up and down. She moved round slightly but I moved my hand no higher; I wanted to take my time with her.

She moved back a little when I stopped kissing her. Her breasts bulged in her tight black bra and I could see her nipples were hard, pressing tightly against the lace. I brushed the back of my fingers across her nipples and she sighed softly.

I made her sit up for me so I could squeeze her breasts, holding them in my hands, cupping her flesh so it bulged even more. I brushed my thumbs back and forth over the springy flesh, making the nipples harder still while she sighed her pleasure. She reached round suddenly and unclipped her bra, letting it fall away so that her breasts were exposed.

I slapped her hard across the thigh, making her yelp with surprise. ‘I didn't tell you to do that,' I admonished angrily.

‘I'm sorry—'

I slapped her again, making her cry out loudly. Already I could see my hands imprinted along her thigh. Her skin marked well, the red flush of pain merging attractively with the gold of her tan. I kissed her hotly on the mouth and then reached for one of her breasts. She squealed as I grabbed a handful of flesh, crushing the nipple in my palm as my fingers tightened. I kissed her again while I squeezed, and her moans of complaint were breathed into my mouth as soft sighs of pleasure. I eased up a bit and then homed in on the nipple, my fingers closing on the erect bud until her whimpers made me stop.

I started to suck on her injured flesh, my mouth closing around the rosy flesh. I held her nipple between my lips and swept my tongue across it. I only vaguely listened to her murmurs of pleasure. I sucked harder, using my teeth to bite and then my lips to soothe, and she moaned louder. When I slid my hand under her thighs she moved to open herself, but again I only touched her halfway up her thigh.

I rolled away from her for a moment and started to undress. She watched me greedily, her eyes sparkling with desire. ‘Get on the floor,' I ordered, aware of the urgency of her need.

I stripped off quickly while she watched from her position on the floor, on her knees like a supplicant. My cock was hard, jutting powerfully from the dark curls between my thighs. It was what she wanted, it was where her attention was focused.

‘Well, slut, is this what you want?' I teased her, gripping my cock at the base.

She looked at me and nodded slowly. I beckoned and she crawled towards me, her breasts swaying tightly from side to side. She crawled between my thighs and started to kiss me there, her lips planting soft caresses as she worked her way towards my hardness. I wrapped my hand in her hair again and pulled her forward. She looked up at me, and then closed her lips around the tip of my erect cock. She sucked softly, her tongue passing the gentlest of caresses under the glans as I pushed myself deeper into the velvety embrace of her mouth.

I leaned back as she took more of my shaft into her mouth. The girl loved it, that was for sure. She knew exactly how to kiss and suck to give maximum pleasure. I released her hair and she began to wind herself up and down, moving so her lips barely covered my glans before swooping down to close her lips around the base. Each time it felt as though I was in heaven, and I knew she was working me perilously close to orgasm.

I sat back up and watched her as she sucked me; eyes half closed, her lips so full and red stretched tightly, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her hands held my balls, holding gently, a finger outstretched and rubbing under my thigh. I was close to coming but I resisted the urge to stand and slam my hardness into the back of her throat.

She looked like a child who'd lost a favourite toy when I pulled her away from my cock. She sat up again, her eyes wide as she gazed at the glistening rod of flesh inches from her lips. I sat back on the bed and gestured for her to join me. She climbed up in a single, sinuous movement that emphasised the shape of her body. I touched her breasts again, flicking my thumbs over her large, responsive nipples.

‘Don't you want to come in my mouth?' she asked, pouting.

I kissed her moist lips, putting my tongue where my cock had just been. ‘I haven't decided where I'm going to spunk into you, yet,' I told her.

‘I'm wet,' she said, rubbing a finger against the outside of her black panties.

I stroked the inside of her thigh again, this time sliding my hand high so that my thumb brushed against the warmth of her knickers. I could feel she was wet, and by the way she moved I knew she was desperate for me to touch her there. I toyed with her for a few moments, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh of her inner thigh and the look of consternation on her face.

‘Please…' she said at last, her voice filled with urgency, ‘I need…'

‘Listen, you're a dirty whore,' I said nastily. ‘I don't care what you need. Clear?'

She swallowed hard and nodded. ‘Yes…'

‘Yes, what?'

‘Yes, sir?' she said, taking a guess at the magic word that would please me.

I shook my head. ‘You call me Mr Crane,' I whispered.

‘Yes, Mr Crane,' she said, closing her eyes as I scraped my fingers across her panties.

‘Why are you wet?'

‘Because I need your cock, Mr Crane,' she said. ‘I need it… Please…'

I kissed her again as my hands closed over her pert breasts. I was going to make her wait, I was going to make the bitch wait so long she would scream in frustration. She threw her head back as I started to suck on her nipples again, moving from one to the other in turn, wetting the nipples and then sucking hard so that she sighed her pleasure.

‘I'm going to beat you,' I whispered, as though it were a sweet endearment.

‘Please… fuck me first…' she begged, taking my face in her hands so I could see the desperation in her eyes. I slapped her hands away and went back to her breasts, using my lips and tongue on the hard fleshy points that protruded deliciously the more I played with them.

She squirmed and writhed as I mouthed her nipples. Occasionally I touched her pussy, fleeting touches across the wet panties that made her moan and shudder. Her wordless whispers were part incantation of pleasure and part litany of frustration.

‘Please…'

I suddenly saw the snaking of her fingers down between her thighs. I sat up instantly and grabbed her hand. She looked at me blindly, fear in her eyes as she registered my displeasure. I smacked her across the thigh again, a hard open-handed smack that echoed around the room and made her cry out.

‘Well, it looks like you're such a dirty bitch you can't wait,' I hissed.

‘I'm sorry… It's just that you're making me feel so horny and I need to—'

‘Shut up!'

She fell silent instantly. I looked around the room. If she wanted to play rough then that was exactly what the slut was going to get. My trousers were on the floor next to the bed. I picked them up and started to unthread my black leather belt. She watched silently, her eyes fixed on the belt as I unravelled it slowly.

‘Let's just see how much you want some cock,' I told her, standing up. I looped the belt once and then gripped it tightly. ‘This is your choice. If you're the slut you say you are then you'll take the belt to show me how much you want my cock.'

‘I want your cock,' she said quietly.

My reaction was instantaneous. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her across the bed, pushing her down flat on her stomach. I was rough with her but she made no complaint. I feasted my eyes on her flawlessly smooth back, her trim waist and the curve of her bottom delineated by the thin strip of her black knickers. I raised my arm and brought the belt down with one swift movement. It snapped across the top of her thighs and she let out a startled cry.

For a second I was certain Andy was going to come running into the room to investigate. It amazed me that he had left us to it for so long, and I could not imagine that he could sit back and let me thrash Philipa so violently. Her skin was marked scarlet where the belt had licked her, and I could only guess at the pain it had caused her on impact. There was not a sound outside; it beggared belief, but Andy was not going to come to her rescue.

‘Well?' I challenged, standing over her, the belt dangling from my hand like a noose.

She touched the livid weal raised below her backside. ‘I need cock,' she whispered, looking from her marked flesh to me.

I beat her again, bringing the leather belt down hard across the top of her thighs. Again, and again. She let out a sharp breath with each stroke and I could see her hands gripping her pillow tightly. I leaned over her and pulled her panties down to her knees, exposing the globes of her behind. My hand accidentally brushed against her pussy lips and she moaned softly, the fire of her desire undiminished.

I striped her backside several times, the belt sweeping down in a tight arc that snapped satisfyingly. She writhed, twisting from side to side, unintentionally giving me a better view of her hairless pussy and the graceful curves of her bottom.

At last I was ready to stop. I dropped the belt and pulled her round to face me. Her eyes were full of tears and for a moment she couldn't speak. I kissed her once on the lips and found that she responded instantly. I pushed her head down and forced my hard cock into her mouth.

She sucked me gratefully, holding the base of my cock with one hand and cradling my balls with the other. Her eyes were closed blissfully as her mouth worked up and down my length. She was on hands and knees and I could see the marks imprinted deeply on her behind, but her pain did nothing to distract from what she was doing.

I lay back and she continued, planting soft kisses up and down my cock before sucking it deep into her mouth once more. Her breasts brushed against my thigh, her nipples hard and responsive and adding to my excitement. I took a handful of hair and pulled her away from my cock again.

‘Please…' she complained.

I reached for my belt and looped it around her neck before threading it through the buckle and pulling so it tightened like a leash. The black leather contrasted nicely with her golden curls and tanned skin.

‘Like a bitch,' I explained, pulling her across the bed.

‘Your bitch, Mr Crane,' she told me, the shadow of a proud smile forming on the fullness of her lips.

Her panties were still down around her knees. I had her kneel in front of me, her hands behind her back so that her breasts were pushed forward enticingly. My eyes moved over her, surveying her body as though critical. In truth there was nothing to criticise; she was what any man would have desired. I smacked one of her breasts hard, wanting to see her eyes cloud with pain, wanting to colour her flesh and then see her desire redoubled.

I slipped my hand down between her thighs and closed my fingers over her sex, squeezing her pussy lips together. She moaned urgently, grabbing hold of me as though she needed support. I held her for a moment, breathing in her scent and enjoying the feeling of total mastery.

‘Please…' she repeated once more, her wide eyes filled with desperation.

‘I want to hear what a slut you are,' I told her, keeping hold of her pussy with one hand while caressing her breasts with the other.

‘I am a slut… I am…' she whispered weakly.