Who Are You?

***note from author***

Hello my fellow readers, I know some of you are waiting for my next book....... In the meantime please enjoy this short story.

WHO ARE YOU?

I ended up somehow in some stranger's house.

Coming into a room there he was.

He was all business.

Looking at him sitting at his desk doing his job, a small smile played on my lips.

He was so busy doing what he was doing that he didn't even notice me on all fours crawling up under his desk.

I snap on two handcuffs, cuffing him to each arm of his office chair.

Startled and curious he draws back his chair and smiles when he sees me under his desk

After unzipping his pants I start sucking him off.

Something I had never fully accomplished and wanted to do was go the full length.

Nose smashed to the chest, bottom lip to the balls, deep throat.

He smirked at how much of an amateur I was.

Gooey saliva I'd been coughing and sputtering oozes out of my mouth.

Dripping down my chin.

"What?" I ask innocently looking up at him from my knees.

He narrows his eyes, intensely honing in on me.

In his sexy low warning tone he says, "Listen little fox, you got one of two choices."

"Either you unlock the handcuffs or you fucking run."

Bewildered by what he could mean by that, I scoff at him.

Like a man with fangs, he flashes a sadistic grin.

Reaching down from under his chair he unscrews something.

Slowly he slides out the entire armrest.

I gawk at him in awe.

The cuff link slides perfectly off from the bottom of the armrest.

Oh, fuck!

Snapping out of his deadly trance, I get up and book it.

Two seconds and I would've been out that door.

Turning the door handle in my hand, I suddenly feel two arms snake around me.

He pulls me backward, causing the door to yank open.

He snickered and put his foot out, the door slammed shut.

Intentionally well done.

Freedom gone - just like that.

This man is a stranger to me.

An exciting one, but still a stranger.

Fear and adrenaline crashed together hard causing me to faint.

Gasping awake, I figured it must've been a nightmare.

But then....why would I be wearing nothing but buckled leather straps with clips attached to chains from the ceiling?

Sitting up, I can feel I have a dog collar with a dog tag on it.

This cheeky bastard..... if he put my name on this.....I groaned to myself.

Flustered, I go to unbuckle it.

"Do not touch that," his voice snaps.

Suddenly my body is yanked and controlled like a marionette doll.

He cranks me forward carefully moving around chains so I'm now faced in a downward doggy.

He takes two rods and clips them to each side of my hips.

He takes my ankles and clips each one of them to the end of each rod.

He glides his hardened rod into me slowly.

He pauses for a minute.

Then he becomes indurated and goes faster, then deeper.

Right off the bat, the intensity hits hard

A full hard solid intrusion.

My face flushes hotter and redder.

Without stopping I can feel he's wrapping my leash around his hand till it's to the back of my neck.

He takes hold of the bosom chain and simultaneously yanks both.

I'm tilted upwards but only my head touches his shoulder.

My back is fully arched.

I can feel the heat radiating from his chest even though my back is not touching it.

"Please...." I gasped out.

"Please what?" he growled in my ear.

"I..." couldn't get the rest of the words out of my mouth.

The angle he had me in, had me slightly choking.

He stopped abruptly and unfastened something.

I landed standing straight up and out of my restraints in one blinding motion.

How the fuck?

Cupping the side of my ear with his hand he mashed his lips against my opposite ear and snarled warningly, "Listen and you listen to me carefully..."

"Be grateful I even acknowledged you, it means I think better of you," he seethed at me through his teeth.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK?

Smirking against my ear he then says, "When you're here, I expect you to NOT behave like a whore."

"I-I-I 'm sorry," I said stuttering softly.

Chuckling to himself he moves away and then says, "Oh? Your sorry?"

"Stand there and DO NOT move", he commanded me.

Truthfully I wanted to growl back at him, OR ELSE WHAT?

But um something in his tone made me think the better of it.

Coming back he threw me a short sexy blue nightie.

"Put this on and leave the rest of the straps on."

Checking out my bottom peeking out from under the nightie he says, "Perfect."

Then he takes me by the leash and drags me back to his office.

"Bend over the desk," he ordered me.

Not making a move, he then yanks my leash forward and down causing me to collapse onto the desk.

Now alarmed by the sudden abrasiveness and compromised position I'm in, I start crying out "I-I-I m s-s-s-orry!"

I yelp when the sound of a quick swish and snap produces a slight sting on my bare ass.

Rubbing the sting on my ass gently with his warm palm he says, "No, it's SIR, you say - I'm sorry SIR."

Another quick swish and snap has me quickly computing what he wants,

"I'm sorry SIR."

"You know what's wrong with whores?" he asks me smoothly.

"They think they can do whatever they want, say whatever they want, take whatever they want and they are sneaky."

A quick snapping sting on my ass keeps hold of my undivided attention on him

"A whore is just an upgraded older version of a slut."

"I'm not fond of whores and I don't fuck with sluts"

Gently caressing my hair he says, "Which brings me to you, darling, you're not a whore are you sweetheart?"

Swish, snap!

In near tears this time, I cried out and vehemently answered "NO SIR."

"That's what I thought," he says with superiority.

"Good girl," he says as he rubs his warm palm soothingly over the sting.

Dipping two fingers inside me, I immediately become grateful and wetter for the intrusion.

"Mmmm," he hums, snaking and stretching a third finger inside me.

I moaned against the intrusion.

Then whined a little when he stopped.

With a gentle caress of my hair, he says "You've been very naughty girl sweetheart, disturbing me at work."

"NOW stand up."

Standing up and facing him, I start trembling uncontrollably.

Then started gasping because no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop trembling.

His now studying me closely made it worse for me.

Bending to look me at eye level, his eyes soften and he says, "Hey, look at me."

I couldn't do it.

He cupped my chin with his hand to steady my gaze and says, "Of all the places you could've ended up, I'm glad you're here."

"Because here, you are in no danger, I can promise you that."

Smiling at me he then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer into a hug, making my nerves calm down instantly.

"'Don't be scared sweetheart," he cooed at me

"I'm not going to punish you for that"

"Disturbing me at work, all because you wanted my attention."

Letting go of me, he took a soft throw blanket from his office couch.

After folding it neatly on the corner of his desk, he says, "Now be a good pet and get up on my office desk."

"Sit on your knees right here," he said patting the blanket.

Bewildered but not wanting to be whipped, I did as I was told...

So there I was, perched on my knees dressed in nothing but a nightie with my bottom peeking out.

Sitting on his desk like a statue while he was working away.

Bout a half an hour later I puffed out a small sigh and stole a sideways glance and caught him staring at me

"Well don't you have a cute pout," he said with a grin.

"Okay come my pet," he says with a gentle tug at my leash.

He leads me out of the office and into his bedroom.

"Put your hands on the dresser," he instructs from behind me.

Gently he pulls my bottom towards him my arms stretch out and my back and bottom curve towards him.

Slowly massaging my slit to clit, I couldn't help but moan in anticipation.

The sensation fully drew my mind towards him like a magnet.

Slowly gliding in me I become succumbed to every inch of him.

Gliding in and out and back in all over again.

While drawing in a long deep breath it felt as if everything else around me had abruptly slanted and dropped making me gasp.

Pulling himself out of me, I dripped and oozed with the need for his rod.

Still flushed by his ministrations, I turned around to face him.

Slowly he lifts the nightie off of me.

Standing there he looks at me as I'm standing in front of him with my chest heaving and I'm panting with desire.

Smiling at me adoringly he pulls me closer to him by my hips.

The feeling of him wrapping his arms around me in a hug for the second time causes me to hyperventilate a little.

My mind was blown from such an unbelievably euphoric state.

Something even more consuming than any orgasm.

It felt so incredible feeling his hand gliding up my neck up under my chin and around to the back of my head.

He peppers me with soft kisses along my jawline and down my neck.

A tingling sensation followed after every kiss.

Had I not been in so much shock, I would've been fighting back tears.

I couldn't believe how good it felt.

I clutched hard onto him like I couldn't let him let me go.

My silence in the moment, hid everything beneath the surface.

Just below lay all the horrible trauma that had been etched and branded into me.

As the turmoil in my mind swirled larger and larger, without warning he picked me up and flipped me onto the bed.

He came prowling over top of me like a hungry tiger.

He wrapped his hand around my throat.

He wasn't choking me, but it was just enough pressure to assert his dominance over me.

This was a signature move of his that had me so turned on.

I welcomed it and loved it, particularly when he was behind me.

It made me shut up, it made me wet and it was my cue that he was in control.

He loved it when I whimpered and whined.

It let him know he was doing it right.

That he could be very forceful without being abusive

His mind calculated everything.

Gliding his hard rod back inside me slowly and gently.

Cupping my breast with one hand he drew circles with his tongue around the nipple of the other breast before latching on.

I gasped in a near orgasm.

My breasts and nipples were like a second clit to me, very hypersensitive to the touch.

While trailing kisses up to my shoulder and up my neck, he pushed himself into me deeper.

OH. MY. GOD.

Gasping, panting, and moaning as the sensation deepened and brought me closer to the edge.

He caught my hands by the wrists and swung them both up by my head, clasping his hands in my mine.

"Let go" he whispered to me.

I couldn't, I was there but couldn't.

So he switched up the tempo going faster.

"Let. IT. GO," he said in a low warning.

By this time, I was gasping for more air than I could possibly consume.

I desperately cried out.

The turmoil kept swirling and disrupting me.

He threw my hands above my head.

With one hand on both my wrists, he braced himself against the headboard with the other hand.

Switching up his rhythm his tempo sped up even more.

I began whimpering against him.

Even though this felt amazing and I wanted to be consumed by him, it felt too much.

The sensation became too overwhelming.

Flipping me over, he rode it in from behind, switching his tempo again.

This time pulling me back into him as he pulled himself forward and ground himself into me harder.

It was full-blown powerful - painful and pleasurable at the same time.

He was absolutely ruthless.

I went to open my mouth to say something but all that came out was gasp "Uuuhhhh"

Without breaking stride he suddenly tilted his angle.

Now his cock was fully sliding and pressing on my clit.

My pussy got even hotter and wetter.

This sensation wasn't like a boys to men on bended knee sweet love song type sensation.

It was more like a raging inferno, like a nine-inch nails type of intensity....you know the one.... the song that goes something like this

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you.....

I want to fuck you like an animal

I want to feel you from the inside...

The difference is the part when the song goes -

Help me, my whole existence is flawed.

No, this man was far from that.

Nothing about this man's existence was flawed.

If he thought anything about himself was flawed, it was only to the annoyance to the best of us and a pure fucking kick in the face to the worst of us.

The crazy part is when the song verse is -

You got me closer to God...

No, no, I didn't bring him closer to God,

He was a God, he was like Adonis, resurrected.

Designed to make even an honest woman look twice and stray from her loving marriage.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

I was way over my head.

I don't get into with guys like him...

The last guy that approached me, who was unbelievably gorgeous, had asked me for my phone number.

What did I say? What did I do?

I don't know why but I was petrified, so badly that I told him I didn't own a phone.

Then I walked away.

Yes...walk away..... that's what I should have done. ...

But I didn't.

I gasped one final deep breath.

What the fuck was this?

It felt like I was completely losing the air I was breathing in even though I wasn't really breathing it back out.

My toes curled.

Incredibly, the sensation was turned up beyond my own capacity and it blindsided me so hard that I screamed out into the pillows.

But he wasn't finished fucking me yet.

By the time he was done, whatever blindsided me the first time came back swinging and hit me the second time.

Like a champ, I became the perfect object of his desire.

Truly refined and perfected.

A month later, I don't know, I guess maybe he got bored of me.

Or purely it was because of our contract.

But he came to me and told me he was "letting me go."

I'd like to think our relationship was more than that, but I didn't know.

Did he know what he was doing?

Of course, he fucking does.

Did I want to say something?

I did.

But as scars were cuts that ran deep, my mind froze out the pain.

Even though deep down I was hurt and had dreamt of being more to him than that...

I wasn't going to say it, I needed to save myself.

With my chin up and my dignity remained intact, I turned and walked to the door.

I tried to turn the handle.

The door was locked

"Jesus fuckin Christ, that is truly disappointing," he venomously spat at my turned back.

Ummmm what?

And there it was...." you know what I hate more than whores and sluts?"

"Is a woman who over-reacts", he said seething through his teeth drawing himself ominously closer to me.

"I was about to give you this key to let you come and go as you please, but I think you need a little more training...."

I gasped in relief, yes, I wanted him more than anything in the world and would do anything and everything I possibly could to keep him.

DO NOT FUCKIN JUDGE ME.

I'm not that pathetic.

Because what you don't know - is that I'm NOT stupid.

As demure and sweet as I am thoughtful out there in public.... believe me, I've thought about it.

I know your dirty mind.

TELL ME what you fucking want you fucking savage of a man.

I grinned to myself as I flinched at the tip of the whip touching me.

I turned and squared off facing him - bring it.

With a taunting smirk, he ran his hand up the nape of my neck.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me towards him.

With his award-winning fang-like smile he asks me coldly "What makes you think you can square off with me? Hmm?"

I try my hardest not to laugh as I politely say, "Forgive me, Sir, I apologize.".

WELL. FUCK. ME......