BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology (16 page)

“Yes, Jake.
I understand,” she replied softly.

“Good girl,”
he crooned as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of her pussy. He looked
down at her and smiled. “You have a beautiful cunt. Do you know that?”

Charlene
shook her head. The fingers stopped right at her entrance. Charlene groaned at
the loss. She quickly added, “No I didn’t know that.”

The fingers
slid a little deeper. “Didn’t know what?”

Charlene’s
mind tumbled. She would say something stupid, she knew it, but the fingers
stopped and started to retreat. “I didn’t know my pussy was beautiful.”

“I didn’t
say your pussy.”

“Umm, I…umm,”
Charlene stammered and was given another stinging slap on her pussy for her
feeble efforts. “I didn’t,” she gulped, “know my cunt was beautiful.”

“Mmm. Yes it
is, and it reddens so nicely too. Don’t move.”

Charlene
watched him leave the room and go back to the kitchen area of the store. She
thought back to how loud she must have been a few minutes before and thanked
God the surrounding businesses were all closed this late otherwise who knows
who could have been peeking in the windows or even calling 911. She heard the
drawers opening and closing in the room beyond and wondered what he was looking
for. She flexed her numb fingers and for the first time realized how
uncomfortable she was laying on top of them. Jake reappeared in the door with a
wooden spoon in hand, and the other behind his back.

Charlene’s
eyes went wide in terror. “No, Jake, no. I can’t do that.” She started inching
her way to the far side of the bed, her eyes fixated on the spoon.

“What
exactly do you think I’m going to do with this, Charlie?” he asked with a hint
of amusement in his voice as he stepped into the room. “I can guarantee you;
whatever I initially intended will be worse because you moved.” He stopped at
the side of the bed, almost exactly where he previously stood over her. His
words froze Charlene in mid-scamper. Her eyes remained focused on the spoon now
tapping menacingly against his thigh.

She
considered her options carefully. There weren’t many. She could either put a
stop to this or let him continue. This wasn’t her, none of this was. So why was
she finding it so difficult to utter the word that would end this… whatever
this was. The simple fact was there was a part of her that enjoyed what
happened so far. No one ever made her feel like this before; no one ever took
so much time for her pleasure before. How much of herself, her own pleasure did
she have to give in order for him to get his? Exactly what got him off, and
more importantly how much of her flesh was required for payment for what he’d
already given her?

“What’s it
going to be, Charlene?” he asked quietly. “I told you I’m not going to force
you to do anything you don’t want to do. I will say this though. You were meant
to be mine. I saw the unmitigated lust in your eyes. I felt the hunger boil to
the surface. If you’d been able to get your hands on me you would’ve devoured
me whole.” When he saw her indigence start to rise, he held the spoon toward
her. “Don’t bother to deny it. To the rest of the world you’re a hell of a
business-woman who has everything. To me, you’re more than that. You’re a slut,
Charlene, a beautiful, delicious, wanton, and the most desirable slut a man
could ever want. You’re my slut and I’ll protect and cherish everything you are
and have to offer me. Having you open yourself to me like this, putting your
trust in me — well there’s nothing more important or gives me honor in the
entire world. But if you’re not ready to trust me on that level, that’s okay.
Just don’t do yourself the dishonor of denying what you are.”

Charlene
felt her heart swell, her emotions bubbled to the surface. “I’m scared, Jake.”

“I
understand, Charlene. One word and I won’t go any further. Remember though,
even though I hold this and intend to use it on you,” he replied holding up the
spoon, “it’s not like I was going to beat you senseless. I wouldn’t do that to
you.”

Charlene
nodded; somewhat pacified and a bit embarrassed that she would jump to such a
harsh conclusion. She smiled feebly, “It is a bit silly, isn’t it?”

“Not really.
Anything can be used lightly or heavy enough to cause damage which is sometimes
permanent, especially in the wrong hands. I’d never use something on you I wasn’t
experienced with. I never want to hurt you in a bad way. I know those are only
words, and all I can do is ask you to trust me on this.”

Charlene
hesitated for a fraction of a second before she pulled up on her knees and
inched back in front of him. “I do trust you Jake. Can I ask one favor?”

Jake smiled
and brushed a strand of hair from her face with the handle of the spoon. “Sure
you can ask, but that doesn’t guarantee you’ll get it.”

Charlene
felt a shiver climb up her spine as his words registered. With a sigh of
resignation and determination she asked softly, “Can you free my hands? They’re
starting to go numb underneath me.”

Jake laughed.
“Yes, I can do that. Next time tell me that’s happening. Numb extremities are
not always a good thing. Now turn around.”

Charlene
felt relief flood through her. “I didn’t notice it until you left the room. I
was a tad preoccupied you know.”

“Oh yes, I
know, and plan to have you a bit more than a tad preoccupied very shortly,” he
replied as he leaned forward and nibbled on the back of her neck while his
fingers fumbled with the hidden buttons on the cuffs of her blouse.

With her
back to him, he realized her holes were positioned perfectly to his groin. He
pulled her hips against him and ground into her backside. He jerked the blouse
free of her wrists and placed his hand on the center of her back and pushed. “Change
of plans, put your face on the bed. Grab hold of the blanket on each side of
your head and don’t let go. Understood?”

Charlene
fell forward at his not so gentle prodding and secured a fist full of comforter
in each hand. “Understood, Jake.”

“Good girl,”
he responded. “God you’re so fucking beautiful, Charlie. You have the most
spankable ass. Did you know that?”

Charlene
remembered the last exchange which had ended with that type of question and
promptly replied huskily, “No, I didn’t know I had such a spankable ass, Jake.”
To emphasize her remark, she wiggled her ass and smiled when she heard Jake
groan. The words coming out of her mouth didn’t sound stupid, they sounded
confident, like a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go for
it. She suddenly felt empowered, she was an active part of this…whatever this
was, and she fully intended to be a part. She was a slut, maybe not to the rest
of the world, but she was for Jake, and right now that’s all that mattered.

She felt his
hands rubbing her cheeks and thighs and it felt good, more than good. Something
was missing though, and the realization of what it was shocked her, she wanted
to feel the sting. She wiggled her hips again. “If it’s so spankable, Jake, why
aren’t you spanking it?”

Jake grabbed
each cheek in his palms and dug his fingers into her flesh. “You fucking wanton
slut. You want me to spank it don’t you? Ask and receive. you little cunt
bitch.” With that he swung his hand and landed his first slap right on the
fleshy part of her bottom. Charlene’s head swung back as she yelped, but he
noticed her hands stayed tightly grasped within the blanket. He rubbed out the
sting for a moment before he issued alternating spankings to each globe. While
he didn’t ask her to count, he mentally kept a tally as her cheeks turned
bright pink. He enjoyed the deep hiss of air escaping through her teeth, or
each loud gasp as he fanned the fire he ignited in her flesh.

Without
skipping a beat, he transferred the wooden spoon to his spanking hand and
started rubbing it over her pink flesh. Charlene tensed when she realized the
spoon would be the cause of the next sting she felt. When he pulled it from her
bottom, she prepared to howl from the impact, but the contact was merely a
series of light taps all over her gluts. As she grew accustomed to the almost
hypnotic feeling, she realized that she wanted more…again. Christ, what was she
turning into?

The next
blow caught her unaware and landed square and hard. Instead of screaming out as
she assumed she would, she instinctively clenched her muscles and leaned
forward, away from the punishing sensation. Her ass was on fire from the single
stroke, but in those few seconds, the heat emanated throughout her entire body
and silently screamed out for more. Adrenaline kicked in and she embraced it
like a warm blanket and eased back toward him. “So my little slut likes the
spoon, does she not?”

“Yes, Jake,
your little slut likes the spoon,” she revealed before she even had a chance to
second-guess herself. He rewarded her with a half dozen more swats to each
cheek, until they were as flaming red on the outside as he knew she was on the
inside.

He could see
the moisture leaking through her folds, proof his suspicions had been right all
along. His cock strained in his trousers, aching to sink into her heat, but he
wasn’t ready to give in to his carnal lust just yet. He wanted her back in the
mindless void of her own hunger. He leaned forward and unclasped her bra and
pushed it up her back. Her tits dangled freely now and he resumed the tapping
along each one, slowly increasing the intensity until she moaned and writhed in
ecstasy.

“Oh God,
please, Jake, I need you,” she groaned.

“You need me
for what?” he responded with a sharp crack of the spoon on her right ass cheek.
“You need to tell me specifically what you want, whore.” He repeated the same
intense slap of the spoon to the other crimson cheek.

“Oh holy
fuck!” she cried out in an agonizing husky growl. “Fuck me please, God fuck me
now.”

Jake took
the handle of the spoon and rubbed it along her slit. “Is this what you need?”
he chided. He watched her dry hump the wooden shaft, her pelvis undulating in
an attempt to help it slip inside. Jake abruptly pulled it free, and smacked
each cheek another half dozen times with more force than before. He smiled as
Charlene tensed and squirmed, but didn’t pull away from the sting.

He wondered
if he had a little pain slut in the making on his hands. If he had his way, he’d
have years to cultivate that need in her and him as well. “I asked you a
question.”

By this time
Charlene’s senses were in complete overdrive. She craved, yes actually craved,
those sharp stinging blows. My God she wanted more of them; they really charged
her up — made her feel energized. Not only energized, but hungry, starved even
for Jake and everything he had to offer. “I need your cock, Jake. Please fuck
me. God please give me your cock.”

Jake loosened
his pants and freed his throbbing cock. He would love nothing more than to plow
into her sweet cunt and bury himself balls deep right now, but she wasn’t quite
there yet. Just about, but not yet, watching her liberate herself and enter his
world was worth the wait. His intent wasn’t to push her much further, but take
her deeper until she reached the pivotal moment where nothing else mattered. He
decided to taunt her and make her think about her last statement and just how
far he could take them both.

He toyed
with the tip of the handle right at her cunt hole’s entrance. “You want my cock,
Charlene? My big, hard, thick cock I have in my hand right now, this very
second?” Charlene groaned and leaned back on her knees, unwittingly exposing
more of her to his eyes.

“Oh God,
Jake, please give me your big, hard, thick cock. Please.” She parroted back to
him, she reached a point where she didn’t care how she sounded, she only knew
what she needed, and his cock was at this very second, it. She felt the head of
Jake’s cock slide along her slick lips, back and forth, clit to vagina
repeatedly.
The pleading must be working,
she reasoned, so she opted to
continue, “Please Jake, give me your hard cock…” she paused and pushed the
envelope, “Give it to your slut.”

Even as
foreign as those words sounded coming from her own lips, in some sense she knew
it to be true, and hearing herself utter the words only validated her feelings.
“Please Jake, please.”

“Mmm, I’d
love to give you my cock, Charlene, you little slut..,” he paused and slid his
juice slickened cockhead up past her cunt hole and applied the slightest bit of
pressure on her anus. He all but laughed out loud when he felt her tense, but
was more surprised when he heard nothing resembling protest. Would she offer up
her ass to him? No fucking way he decided. With a growl, he reached over, wound
his hand in her hair and yanked her head back toward him. “You didn’t say where
you wanted my cock, slut. So does this mean I can put it wherever I want?” he
snarled in her ear. He purposely kept the pressure on her back door,
emphasizing the option was very real.

Charlene
gasped and choked out, “I trust you not to hurt me, Jake. If you want to fuck
my ass, go for it.”

The
submission of her puckered hole was a serious temptation, but he couldn’t
guarantee in his current state he wouldn’t cause her some kind of pain. That
and he wasn’t sure she’d ever had her ass fucked. He pressed harder and felt
the instinctive resistance. She wasn’t ready for it yet, and just the knowledge
that it was there for his taking made tomorrow a much sweeter day. Jake shifted
his hips and drove into her wet tight cunt in one stroke.

Charlene let
out a loud groan as his cock filled her. “Fuck. God Jake that feels good.”

Her head
fell back as he started to gain momentum. With one hand still in her hair, and
the other firmly planted on a hip, they fell into a smooth rhythm. The room
echoed with grunts, groans and the slapping of flesh against flesh. Jake
released her hair and she fell back toward the bed — still grasping and clawing
at the comforter beneath her. She also realized by dropping her head and torso,
Jake could reach even deeper within her womb with each thrust, which in turn
escalated her climb toward the big release.