Authors: Liz Gavin
He takes his
time tying her wrists with a leather belt. He doesn’t give a damn if his rude
way of handling her is hurting Clara. The rough material bites into her flesh
and she hisses but doesn’t dare say a word.
Sam is still
seething but he fights to control his impulses. He wants to paddle her cute
little butt hard until it bleeds but that’s not what she needs right now.
“The
little tramp might actually enjoy that.”
He stands in
front of her. He grabs her face with one of his huge hands and tips her head up
until their eyes meet. He sees panic lurking inside her deep green eyes. She
knows very well why he’s punishing her.
“You’re
scared. Excellent! You’ll learn to trust me again.”
He orders
her, as he ties a black scarf around her head. She hates being blindfolded,
trussed-up or flogged. She’s always hated that. Losing control, totally, is a
hard limit for Clara.
“I know you
hate it when I blindfold you. Tonight, you deserve the whole treatment,
blindfold, bounds and flogging. But, being the considerate master that I am,
I’ve decided to settle for the first two. Instead of flogging you, though, I’m
going to bring you a surprise.”
Sam watches
her closely. Clara’s uncomfortable but he ignores that. He scrapes his
fingernails slightly over her nipples and is delighted to see them jutting
upward. Her whole body tenses up. She inhales sharply and the sound is a little
broken.
“Oh, god!
How I hate the bastard! I’m going to cut his dick off, and then kill him
slowly. Let him rot somewhere. I can’t take this! I’ll suffocate!”
“Relax,
my darling Clara. You’ll only get into more trouble if you make him angrier.
Take a deep breath and try to calm down. I’m here for you, remember?”
My words
seem to calm her and she keeps her murderous thoughts to herself while Sam
moves behind her, his hands knead her hot flesh. He runs his hands along her
spine, and circles her buttocks a few times; just like a sculptor who’s working
with clay to create a masterpiece. He grabs her perfect round buns with both
his hands. She crams her butt cheeks together and he slaps them hard.
“I’ve told
you enough times already, don’t make me repeat myself:
Don’t-move-an-inch
.”
He
pronounces each word, pausing for a second or two between then for emphasis, so
she knows he’s about to lose control. Her heart beats so fast it’s about to
explode.
She takes a
series of deep breaths to steady herself, and spreads her feet further apart to
keep her balance as Sam continues to toy with her body. He caresses her arms
and moves around her. He palms her stomach and squeezes her breasts. He runs
his fingers over her collarbones and puts both hands around her neck. He
presses them together, just a little, but enough to scare her.
Sam’s hands
are the only part of his body touching her and they continue moving down her
front until they reach her sex. He cups her with one hand while the other moves
to her backside. Without warning, he parts her folds roughly and enters her
with two cold fingers exactly at the same time as his other hand invades her
ass. He moves in and out of her for just a few moments. Not enough to get her
started, though. He takes both hands away from her body and she hears him
moving away, too.
Clara hears
a low buzzing sound approaching and the large tip of a rubber object is shoved
into her mouth.
“Suck at it,
hard and long. You’ll need the lubrication.”
“Oh, god!
It’s a dildo; and a huge one, at that. Please, don’t let him fuck my ass with
that thing. It’ll split my little hole in two.”
“Don’t
worry. I’ll do something if he tries that.”
I doubt he
will, though. Clara does her best to lick and suck the monstrous thing,
covering it in saliva. When he’s satisfied with the result, Sam jabs it inside
her pussy, without any foreplay. She feels violated but her treacherous body
expands to swallow it whole and clamps it hard. She feels her walls quivering.
He rotates the damn thing inside her, fucks her with it for a few times before
withdrawing his hand. He leaves the fake cock inside Clara buzzing at the
slowest vibrating speed.
He steps
away from her and she can’t tell where he is anymore. She senses him moving
around the room, she hears him but she has no idea what is really going on. And
that infuriates her further. When she thinks she can’t keep quiet any longer,
Clara smells him near her, his heat radiating from his body on to her back. The
hairs on her nape and arms all stand up, she’s on high alert trying to guess
his next move.
She feels
his hot breath seconds before a little bite stings her left butt cheek. It
sends her reeling but she manages to suppress her reaction. He has always loved
her perfect ass. Now, he takes his time playing with it. He licks the soft skin
slowly and thoroughly. The cool air combines with the moisture left by his wet
tongue and he sees the goose-bumps forming in its wake. Sam smiles against her
skin. He finds a more sensitive spot and presses his tongue hard before sucking
at it. His smile widens when she hisses and her flesh quivers but she keeps her
reactions under control. He can’t resist biting her cheek again, this time the
right one.
With his
thumbs, Sam spreads her cheeks apart as far as he can before penetrating her
hole with his prodding, rough tongue in short stabbing movements. Without
warning, he shoves a finger there, too. He moves it around, then in and out of
her. Then, he has two digits opening her up for his assault, keeping her spread
as his tongue invades her again. All the while, the fake dick is buzzing in her
pussy. She wants to cry out loud and fears that she won’t be able to keep her
body from shuddering. He digs his nails in her hips to keep her from moving.
He pulls
away abruptly. Clara’s body sways in place as it’s wrapped by the cold air,
cooling her fevered skin.
“Get down on
your knees again. Stay there and don’t even think about moving away from this
spot. I’ll be back in a while.”
“Clara, you
know I never meant to cause you any trouble but you’re irresistible! I’ll check
on Sam and I’ll give you a heads up if there’s any reason for you to worry.”
* * * *
“Sam, are
you sure about this? She’s never asked for a girl before.”
“Don’t fret,
Jenny. She hasn’t now, either. But I know you’ll be good for her.”
“Ok. You’ve
got me. But I’ll need a couple of minutes to change into this.”
“Sure. Take
all the time you need. She’s not going anywhere.”
Jenny grabs
the leather mini-dress he is holding out for her and rushes to the employees’
lounge to get ready. She’s been praying for a chance like this forever.
Clara
Hervaux has been her heroine since forever. She was a poor girl from a small
Louisiana town, a high school drop-out with a dead-end job. She had no future
prospects until a fashion photographer discovered her at the check-out line of
her hometown supermarket. The rest is history. Jenny would kill for something
like that to happen to her, too.
Now Sam’s
asked her to help teach Clara a lesson. She’s never helped a Dom at the Club
before. She doesn’t know if she’s ready to do what he’s asking, but she can’t
let this chance pass her by.
Being an
employee at the Club means you don’t have sexual preferences here and Jenny
isn’t a lesbian outside in the real world. But Clara Hervaux’s no ordinary
person. Jenny’s had a couple of wet dreams involving her in the past. But, who
hasn’t, right?
She checks
herself in the mirror. She’s a beautiful girl and she’s proud of that. Her slim
body has curves in all the right places and the tight strapless mini-dress hugs
each one of them, showing them off. Her boobs aren’t as big as Clara’s but they
look great in this dress. The push-up bra gives the illusion they might spill
out of the cleavage at any moment. The effect is very hot.
She’s got a
heart-shaped face and bright blue eyes which are highlighted by her long wavy
dark hair. Her mouth is small and she has two dimples that add to the idea of
innocence and naivety. I’m getting hard just looking at her blowing a kiss at her
own reflection and saying.
“My sweet
Clara, ready or not, here I come!”
* * * *
Clara’s Lesson
She hears
the door opening and the unmistakable sound of high heels entering the room.
She feels panic griping her by the throat. She wonders if Sam is so mad at her
that he has given up on her. But she doesn’t dare speak a word or move a
muscle.
“Since
tonight you can’t be satisfied by your Master alone, I’ve decided to bring
reinforcement.”
Sam notices
her whole body tense up. Waves of panic radiate from her and crash on his
chest. She looks frustrated and it’s clear she had a hard time trying to comply
with this previous instructions.
“Do you want
to say something, pet? Is anything bothering you? Speak up.”
“I don’t
deserve your kindness, but thank you for letting me speak my mind, Sir. I’ve
never had sex with a woman. I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it now and I don’t
want to let you down. Again. I want to make you proud of me, Sir.”
She manages
to say this in a very low, sweet voice. But I know her real thoughts are more
along the lines of cold-blooded murder: of Sam and the anonymous bitch he
brought in.
Sam laughs
out loud.
“Is that so?
Don’t you worry about that, my sweet, naughty pet. I’m sure you will find it in
you to make me happy tonight. After all, you
are
a kinky little slut and
this
is
your punishment, remember?”
She swallows
hard considering her alternatives. Clara has zero options and she fights a wave
of nausea, caused by sheer panic, when she realizes that.
“Stand up.
Face me.”
He curtly
orders her. Then turns to his colleague and says, gently.
“Jenny, can
you take care of the vibrator, please?”
Clara tries
to ignore the sudden pang she felt at hearing Sam talk so sweetly to the other
woman.
“I can’t
be jealous. Who’s this girl, anyway? The name sounds familiar but I can’t put a
face to it.”
When Jenny
gets nearer, Clara smells her sweet floral perfume. She knows that fragrance
very well: it’s Calvin Klein’s ‘Beauty’.
“The
perfume’s name’s appropriate. Jenny is the stunning girl that greets the
clients at the door to Club Desire. I don’t know if I should worry or be
relieved.”
“If I
were you, I’d enjoy it. She is gorgeous.”
I try to
cheer Clara up but she doesn’t have time to reply as one of Jenny’s hands cups
her sex, firmly. She drives the rubber dildo deeper inside Clara, twists it
around a bit, poking her, almost reaching her womb. Then she leaves the sex toy
where it is to press her whole body against Clara’s. She grabs the movie star’s
shoulder and wraps a leg around Clara’s hip. She pumps her own crotch against
Clara’s as if she was fucking her. With the help of the fake penis, Clara feels
exactly like she’s been fucked by a girl.
Without
meaning to, Clara moves her body against Jenny’s and Sam smiles at his
colleague encouraging her. Jenny trusts harder and pulls Clara’s mouth for a
passionate kiss. She runs the tip of her tongue along Clara’s lips. Then she
sucks and bites the older woman’s lower lip before invading her mouth. Their
tongues dance around each other and they moan and sigh.
My dick is
so hard I fell I’ll explode.
That’s when
Jenny yanks the rubber penis out of Clara with a loud pop. She feels mortified
as a hot jet of her juices spurts out, coating the top of her thighs. That had
never happened to her before.
She hears
Sam’s chuckle near her ear, seconds before he unties the blindfold.
“Look at me,
my pet. You smell quite happy, huh? I’m sure your Master deserves some reward
for giving you such a squirt, don’t you agree?”
She steals a
quick glance at the other woman. When their eyes meet she holds her breath and
a shiver runs down her spine.
“Oh, my god.
Marcel, you’re right. She is gorgeous.”
Sam grabs
her shoulders and turns her around.
“Come on,
little one. Let me untie your hands.”
Although the
words are sweet, his tone is anything but. He pushes her towards the huge bed.
Her legs are stiff and she stumbles a little. Jenny reaches out a small hand to
help her stand straight. Her arm heats up at the soft touch of Jenny’s palm.
“Climb up.
Get on your fours. Face me.”
He slaps her
hard on the butt and she hurries to get in position. Sam and Jenny take off
their clothes and the petite brunette climbs on the bed behind Clara. She
smiles at her, dimples and all, and Clara can’t control the moisture that coats
her thighs as the young woman kneads her ass cheeks and kiss the perfect round
buns. Then Jenny slaps her hard on both sides and Clara breathes deep to avoid
shrieking. Her hands move over her body until they find Clara’s cunt. She slaps
hard on her clit. Clara cries out and tries to escape.