The Sweep and the Noble Lady ~ Part III

Justin Cash stood outside the closed door to Coralee Montgomery’s bedroom and stared at the brass knob. An hour ago, Annabelle had tracked him down by the stables and insisted he follow her to the main house. He’d been sure he was about to get fired. Figuring Mr. Montgomery had caught him staring at his wife in a less than professional manner. It wasn’t like it was totally his fault. The mistress of the house like to parade around in those short skirts and curve hugging silk tops that caused any man with a pulse to stop and appreciate what God had gifted her with. That and to imagine just what was hidden under those clothes. Justin imagined it plenty. Every night when he’d closed his eyes he pictured Mrs. Montgomery spread out naked on his bed, all that lush, pale skin his for the taking. And man did he take. He took until she was screaming his name and begging for more.

Closing his eyes and letting out a long, shuddering breath, Justin forced the images away. It was not the time or the place for those thoughts. When he opened his eyes again, he glanced around the hall, just waiting for Jefferson to grab him by his shirt collar and drag him out of the house. Mr. Montgomery was no where to be found though, which meant his curiosity as to why he was there in the first place was rising. So was the knot in his stomach that still screamed at him that he was in hot water. Squaring his shoulders, ready for the battle that he was sure was about to take place, he turned the knob and stepped into the room.

The large master suite was dark, except for the flickering light coming from at least a dozen lit candles spread across the room. The French doors to the balcony were open, letting in the light from the full moon that threw shadows along the wall. The scene was surreal, especially given the sight of the female that stood with her back to him just inside those open doors.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Justin took a couple steps closer to get a better look. His body hardened at the sight and his heart started to pound so hard he was sure it was echoing in the massive room. He should probably turn around and leave. There had to be a mistake. Maybe Anabelle meant for him to go to a different room.

Coralee Montgomery stood there, staring out into the night. Her long red hair cascaded down her back, looking so much like silk that his hand itched to reach out and stroke it. All that was covering her lush frame was a dark blue robe that hid nothing. The transparent material gave him an unobstructed view of every dip and curve. His eyes moved over her, and all he could think was that he wanted her to turn around so he could see all over her, and commit it to memory.

“Are you going to stand there all night, or our you going to come to me, Justin Cash?”

The soft, seductive voice moved through him like a siren’s call. Without realizing it, his feet started to move, bringing him closer to what had to be a dream. Because this couldn’t possibly be real. The female standing practically naked in front of him was part of his imagination working over time. That was it, he thought as he moved to stand behind her, the heat of her body so close now that it caused him to shudder almost violently. This was a dream.

“Do you not speak, darlin’?” Coralee’s hands moved behind her, finding his, bringing them to rest against her hips as she leaned back into him. “It’s a lovely night? Tell me something, Justin, do you know how to please a woman?”

Justin swallowed audibly when his hands closed over her soft, silk cover hips. Her question had his mind racing with thoughts of how he could please her. How he could make her scream and beg, and cum for him over and over again. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

“I’ve never had a complaint in that department, Mrs. Montgomery. Your husband might object to me being here though. Exactly why am I here?”

The hands the were covering his moved, taking his rough, callous palms on a journey over her ribs and further up until he was cupping her high, full breasts. She squeezed her hand over his, a moan escaping her lips. Letting her head fall back against his shoulder, she pressed further against his palm. He could feel her nipples harden beneath the thin barrier between them and he longed to take one of those tight peaks into his mouth and hear her make that noise again.

“Call me Coralee. And don’t worry about my husband. He is no concern of ours.” She squeezed her hands against his again, her body starting to move in the most sinful way. His cock hardened, straining against the tight material of his jeans. That was when she dropped her hands and turned so she was facing him. Splaying her hands across his chest, she looked up at him with catlike eyes. “You’re here to please me, darlin’. I want you to touch me. I want you to take me. Do you think you’re man enough to do that.”

Every nerve in his body came to life and he let out a low, deep growl. From the first moment he saw her, this was all he could think about; taking her, tasting her, fucking her on every surface, in every position possible. Now there she was, practically demanding it from him. His eyes darkened, but he took a step back. Something about this wasn’t right. She was a married woman, he couldn’t do this.

When he took a step away from her, Coralee tilted her head to the side then grabbed hold of the sash that was holding her robe together. With one gentle tug, the material parted, exposing her pale, naked skin. With a shrug, the robe fell off her shoulders to pool around her feet. Justin was pretty sure every rational thought in his head vanished at the sight of her naked body. What he imagined in his dreams was nothing compared to the reality of it. His feet couldn’t seem to move though. He was bound to the floor by an invisible force, unable to move back to her. All he could do was stare. Take in every freckle, every curve. Imagine what her skin would feel like beneath his hands. When his eyes finally made it back to her face, he saw the frown that pulled at her lips.

“Apparently I chose wrong. It’s ashame too, we could have had fun together.” Turning from him, as if dismissing him, she walked naked onto the balcony. “I’m sure I can find someone that is willing to fuck me.”

The harshness of her words snapped him out of his stupor. What was wrong with him? This woman was offering herself to him. Offering him the most incredible gift spread out before him and all he could do was stand there like an idiot. He wasn’t a novice when it came to sex by any means. He knew how to please a female. Knew how to make her scream and writhe beneath him. Letting out a strangle snarl, he approached her with purpose. When he drew nearer, he grabbed onto her hips, forcing her back against him.

“The only one that will be fucking you, Coralee, is me.” Something came over him then. A need that practically saturated every inch of him. His hand slipped down between her legs and he cupped her sex possessively. It was obvious that her husband didn’t know how to satisfy his woman. He was going to show her what it was like to be well and thoroughly fuck.

His other hand moved to her breast where he squeezed it tight, causing her to squeak in surprise. Sliding his knee between her legs, he forced her thighs apart. He want her spread out wide. Wanted anyone who was out there in the night to see what he was doing to her. Justin hoped that Jefferson was out there somewhere watching. Gliding his fingers between her folds, he stroked her, enjoying the way her body pressed back against him and started to rub like a cat.

“That’s it, darlin’. Touch me.”

Coralee was in heaven. The rough pads of his fingers rubbing against her sex was like a jolt of pure white heat rushing through her veins. She wanted more though. Wanted to feel those long fingers pressed inside her, fucking her until she forgot her name. Forgot his. Turning her head, she licked her tongue along his neck; the salty, masculine taste causing her to purr.

Without warning, she was turned around, and his mouth was descending on her. His lips were soft, but punishing when he claimed her lips. There was a desperation in his kiss. A need that sent her head spinning. Coralee parted her lips. The moment she did, his tongue invaded her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled herself closer, their tongues now battling in the most erotic of duels. He tasted of man, of sin, of forgotten fantasies that she planned on living out over the next eight nights. Feeling his hands on her ass, she wiggled closer, spreading her legs wider in hopes he would touch her again. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers moved between her legs, and he pressed the tip against her entrance. He didn’t enter her though, just played until she was shaking with need.

When his hand disappeared, she whimpered at the loss. But soon she found herself being lifted up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. The rough material of his jeans glided across her pussy as she rocked against him, making her wetter and ready for him. She wanted him naked. Wanted him inside her.

“I need to taste all of you.” His words were rough against her mouth and soon the softness of her mattress was against her back. She arched her body up, rubbing and pleading for him to touch her. Lips finally releasing hers, moving over her jaw, down her neck and further until his mouth suctioned over her nipple.

A gasp left her lips when teeth bit down hard. The sudden sting of pain thrilled her, but it was gone too soon. The loss didn’t last, not when she felt his lips trail across her stomach. Lifting her head, and resting back on her elbows, she watched as he moved sinfully down her body. He didn’t take her in his mouth as she expecting him too. Instead, he left the bed, leaving her aching. She needed to be touched. She needed to be fucked. What on earth was he doing?

All thoughts stopped as he started to remove his clothes. Her stableboy was every bit as sexy as she remembered him to be. When he was naked, standing before her, she let her eyes linger over every hard edge, and smooth muscle. The bed shifted under her when he joined her again, causing her heart to speed up.

“I planned on taking you into my mouth,” Justin said as he started to move up her body. “Planned on licking and tasting every inch of your pussy. Finding out how sweet you were, then doing it again. And again.”

Coralee visibly shook at his words. The image of him between her parted thighs, licking and sucking had her growing wetter and hotter by the second.

“Instead,” he continued, “I’m going to fuck you. I can’t wait to be nestle inside you. Feeling how hot and wet you are.”

“Yes,” she breathed. It was the only word she could say. The feel of his cock rubbing against her made her spread her legs wider, her hips to rock up.

“You want me to fuck you, Coralee?” The head of his cock nudge at her entrance. “Do you want me to take you so hard that you can no longer remember who you are?” He slid in a little further, stretching her in the most, sweet, exotic way.

She had no idea where his bravado had come from, but she didn’t care. “Yes!” She screamed, rocking her hips up hard at the same time he slammed into her. Her body arched, arms wrapping around him as he started to fuck her. His hand slipped under her knee and he brought her leg up, changing the angle, bringing him even deeper inside. There was no way to describe what she was feeling. The wickedness of fucking another man. The erotic way his scent washed over her. The hard, mind-numbing way he was taking her.

“Fuck, Coralee. You feel like silk.” He slammed into her again, causing the bed to start shaking. “Perfect.” Lips moved closer to her ear. “So damn perfect.”

Nails scrapped against his back. The sound of their bodies coming together almost violently filled the room. Part of her wondered if Jefferson could hear her screams of pleasure. He was the reason she was doing this. He was the reason another man was on top of bringing her so close to orgasm.

“Don’t stop. More, Justin. Give me more.” He obliged her, pulling out only long enough to flip her onto her stomach, and draw her up. His hands gripped her hips hard, then he was inside her again. Fucking her from behind with a force that told her he was lost in bliss. When his hand snaked around her and his fingers found her clit, she screamed. A sensation that she hadn’t experienced in far too long started to work it’s way through her. It slammed into her so hard, she could no longer move. Her body was arched, hand fisted in the mattress, and she was flying. Somehow she managed to look towards the balcony, and right before her head swam with the most incredible sensation, she could have sworn she saw Jefferson staring back at her.

Seven more nights, dear husband. Seven more nights.

The Sultan and the Beggar pt. 3

The sheets were a crumpled jigsaw puzzle of copper and flesh; her hair was suspended above her head in a free fall. The bed came to life, breathing in new air pulling, twisting, and stretching as Danielle rose, alone. Wrapping the sheets around her in a goddess toga, Danielle walked around the room, peaked into the master bathroom, and started for the hallway when the door swung open. It was Benjamin.

                "Ms. Danielle, David had an emergency meeting he had to attend to this morning. He asked me to wash your clothes, I'm certain you have another outfit in th-"

                 "Bullshit" Danielle was glaring at him with her scrutinizing eyes, he was lying, she could tell.  "As his personal assistant I would know immediately if there was a need for an emergency meeting."

                He swallowed, he was hiding something. "That man last night, was not David was he?” Her eyes interrogated him.

                Benjamin took a step back, grabbing the door handle for stability his arm was shaking.

                “When Margaret insisted that she be let in to retrieve a few personal affects I was curious as to how he would handle the situation.  I had assumed that he would welcome her back in his home and be begging her to not divorce him.  But that man last night wasn’t confused, he wasn’t even attracted to her.. Then, what he said, to me….Who is he Ben?" Danielle demanded.

                Benjamin sighed and looked down.  "Yes, ma'm. The man you bed last night was indeed not David. His name is Christopher and he works in the mailroom."

"Did he have surgery? Is he in on it?" She interrogated.

"No madam, Christopher has no idea in fact he may believe it was all a dream by now, at least when he finally wakes up."

"You drugged him?" She raised an eyebrow, "Benjamin I didn't think you had the strength."

Benjamin straightened himself and stood erect, I may be older than Master David but when I was younger I was not so weak or idle.

       "I bet," Danielle looked Benjamin in the eyes and licked her lips.  Lifting her arms up slightly Danielle allowed the sheets to fall down the sides of her round hips. She watched as Benjamin's took in the sight of her naked body. Danielle placed her hands on his chest, moving them up and down his torso. "My my, it seems you ARE keeping yourself fit, let's see if you are just as virile down below." Her hands moved down to his pants and began unbuckling.

     "Ms. Danielle, please this is most inappropriate." 

Danielle moved quickly, "I have a plan that you are going to help with and this is going to be my insurance that it doesn't fail." Soon his member was extended out from beneath his boxers with Danielle’s mouth coursing up and down the shaft.

It was a dream, all a dream, No, A hallucination. Christopher had felt like crying still, but the grogginess his head had felt when he woke up kept him from having the motor skills to produce tears, or so it felt. Now he felt like killing himself, he was too depressed to cry. It was all there, he felt it. It was all real. He was successful he had a huge mansion with a butler and could go do anything he wanted regardless of price. Ok so sure he had a horrible ex-wife but from her looks she seemed like a gold digger anyways so at least there was a light at the end of the tunnel. No, not a light it was a halo. A halo that was resting on the head of an angel named Danielle. Christopher swore he could still feel the pressure of her body against his if he hadn't felt so damn groggy. He closed his eyes hoping that if he could concentrate enough he could still smell her perfume, not the beautiful scented one she bought at Dillard’s but the one she made herself between her legs when he licked the soft tissue of her folds. The aroma encased his senses bringing his member stiff again. Reaching around to grab it he intended to make love to her memory even if she was only a dream. His breath shortened, he could hear her breathing heavily in his ear and pretended she was bouncing on him squeezing him with her full hips. “If you’d like I can help with that, I’m awake now” whispered a soft voice. 

                Christopher’s eyes flew open, turning his head to the woman next to him and began yelling. Her face went from a seductive smile to concern, “dear, what’s wrong, what’s wrong?”  Standing up he smacked himself in the face.  “You’re real, you’re real”

                “Yes, yes of course I’m real. Why wouldn’t I be?” Danielle replied.

                “N-No, yesterday you didn’t exist, yesterday I was in my apartment all day, yesterday I-“  “you drank yourself into a stupor and dreamed you were back in college again.” Danielle finished his sentence. “Come, get back into bed and allow me to remove the stress you’ve been feeling. The visit from your ex-wife took a harder toll on you than you realized.” Christopher’s eyes focused and found himself standing naked next to his bed with the sexy Danielle also nude with her beautiful round derriere in plain sight. Her breasts pressed between her arms as she leaned on the bed. His cock grew hard again. The stupid grin of a teenage boy washed upon his face as he climbed into bed firmly pushing Danielle backwards while she giggled.

                Danielle escorted Christopher to work, assisting him in his meetings, holding conferences and making phone calls. At first Christopher felt like a fish out of water. But when Danielle came over grabbed his butt cheek and squeezed with her devilish smile, all worry drained from him. He was a star; he made decisions about the direction of projects, made important changes to company policy and greeted nearly every employee in his building with a handshake.  Christopher was walking on cloud 9 when he walked into his office for an afternoon coffee, and she walked in. Slamming the door behind her and closing some blinds, his ex wife was still stuck on bitch mode.

                Well?” she looked at him with her arms folded, no longer wearing the fiery red suit she kneed him with, but a beige one instead. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the woman inside the clothes and the scowl on her face.  Christopher cleared his throat; at least by sitting behind his desk his friends were protected.

                “Listen,” he said. ”I can’t explain my actions or justify them but I want you to know I’m willing to work with you on this every step from here on out. I’ve obviously hurt you and I don’t want this war to go on any longer.” He looked her in the eyes; her jaw seemed to be dropping as she was frozen with her ruby lips slightly parted.

                “I see” She placed a hand on one hip, “David I, I just don’t understand you, One day you’re singing praises of getting back together, then you sell off anything that had sentimental value to me, like you’re specifically trying to hurt me and now you’re all apologetic and even respectful. What’s gotten into you?”

              “I’m not sure myself, but I have been told that I’ve been having memory problems, I might even have gotten a case of amnesia” He told her the truth, there was no reason to hold back. 

                “I see.” Her words were thoughtful. “So then you don’t know the reason behind this divorce?”

Christopher nodded, “I can only surmise that I must have really hurt you beyond repair.  I hope that perhaps we can part on amicable ways and start over.” 

                She looked pale. Christopher got up and walked around the desk, helping her to the couch. “Listen Margaret, I understa-“ 

                “Shut up” she demanded, “You have no idea how much trouble you have caused me over these last few years and now you lose your memories and become this perfect stranger with a blank slate? Do you think that’s at all fair?”

                “I’m sorry, if there is anything I can do to help you I will. Listen, Margaret, you are in a lot of pain, There’s got to be something that you are wanting that I could help with, counseling maybe…” she surprised him by laying her head on his shoulder. A muffle came from his shirt. “What?”

                “A child, you imbecile, I want is a child. That’s what this whole divorce is about.” Margaret began to silently cry on his shoulder as he sat in shock. Thinking for a few minutes Christopher stood up and began closing more blinds. Walking over to Margaret he grabbed her shoulders and stood her up. Looking deeply into her eyes he said, “I will give you a child but you must promise me you will keep it a secret and not tell anyone.”

                “But how, you’re-“ ,Margaret paused mid sentence when Christopher placed his finger on her lips.

                “However you knew me before, I want you to pretend that I am another man. Think of me as someone new who isn’t that asshole man you’d been married to for years. I can give you a child and you shall have one. Agreed?”

Margaret nodded her head in agreement. Christopher kissed her. He kissed her passionately and imagined she was Danielle, a smaller petite Danielle but the same woman he was falling in love with. He moved her over to his desk and pulled off her jacket. Kissing down her neck he unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall too. Moving his hands to her chest he grabbed her round breasts, they were small yet full for a woman of her age but having never had kids they were still prepped to reproduce. He slipped one out and placed the nipple squarely in his mouth pinching it between his teeth he heard a squeal. Christopher moved his head next to hers and whispered in a husky tone, “Unless you want to go back on our deal I suggest you keep it quiet, I don’t need the busy ears of my secretary listening to our activities.” She nodded her head and whimpered in agreement.

                Christopher resumed his course by grabbing her ass and pressing his hard cock against her legs. Sliding his hand down her thigh and back up again pulling her skirt up with it he kissed her collarbone up to her neck and behind her ear. He placed his finger to the side of her panty line and slid it inside her, Margaret muffled her groan. Sliding his finger inside made her wetter, she began dripping down his fist when he placed his cock at the mouth of her pussy. Christopher grabbed her hips and shoved himself inside as she enveloped around his stiff member. He thrusted himself as he went all the way in each time. Faster and faster he pumped himself inside making the woman in front of him squeal in whispered tones. Holding off just a few seconds more, Christopher waited until he heard it, the colliding groans letting him know she was coming and let himself go. His semen erupted inside her walls and filled her vagina.

Sudden Debt: The Merchant and the Jinni Part III

Behruz shot to his feet and stumbled backwards, knocking the leather chair on its side. He dropped to his knees, praying with eyes sealed closed and hands clasped in front of him. He prayed for forgiveness, ashamed of the way his body reacted to the sight of that wicked woman, naked and open. Even with his lids shut, he could still envision the petal-soft beauty between her thighs. Her mystifying scent still lingered in the air, cloying to the remaining shreds of his resolve. Behruz prayed for strength in his conviction and the love he felt for his wife, Shirin. “Please, show mercy,” he repeated, over and over. “I will not betray my wife.”

“Oh, but you will.” A small hand gripped his shoulder and Behruz flinched from the unwanted contact. The unforgiving hold moved to cup his chin and yanked his face upwards. “Look at me! Open your eyes, and look at me!”

Tales of the Night Part 3

I had fallen asleep at some point only to wake up to what I had hoped was a dream. No. Still in the room with no windows, still naked, and with Zach sleeping next to me. I’m sure there were some ladies who dreamt about waking up next to a foreign prince, I, however, would have liked to wake up in my own bed. Not next to a maniac. Though I had to admit that he’d taken decent care of me after our play session, until I remembered that his end goal was to kill me. I sat up and found a quick reminder that he’d never removed the ben wa balls. My muscles clenched around them in a knee-jerk reaction and my breath caught.

I took a deep breath and my gaze went to the pile of my clothing in the corner. Was Matt still listening? Was he any closer to finding me? I had already survived one night, but I didn’t know if my tale was enthralling enough to buy me another night or not.

I jumped when the door opened and another woman walked in with a tray of food. Her black hair was piled on her head in a poor excuse for a bun, and her blue gown contrasted with her darker skin. Her gaze met mine and widened.

“Oh, I expected…”

“For me to be dead.” I finished for her. “I’m still alive for the time being.” Both of our gazes slid to Zach and she sat the tray down.

“It is unusual, I normally come in to find a mess, but here you are.” There was something strange in her voice that I couldn’t place.

I pulled my knees up to my chest for some sort of cover. “You help him?” We hadn’t thought he had an accomplice, my mind was quickly switching from submissive mode to FBI mode. This was new information, we’d have to bring him in with any accomplices that we could find.

“Not by choice, my dear. I am his wife. My duty is to stick by him, despite his choices on how to take revenge.” She held herself straight and folded her hands in front of her.

I frowned. “Revenge? What did these women ever do to him?”

“His actions are revenge against me.  I slept with his brother.” She gave a graceful shrug and I looked back to Zach. Killing woman after having sex with them was a hell of a way to get revenge. “He makes you help as part of your punishment.”

“You’re a sharp woman. He’s been fond of you for quite some time now. Which is probably why you’re still alive.”

She was probably telling the truth about that. If I survived this I needed to make sure I took more care when I was out in the club, or stop going to the club at all.

“Have a good day.” She spun and left. I lay back on the pillows and sighed. I needed to bring this guy in, but I had to survive tonight to do that. Zach groaned and rolled over, throwing an arm on top of me. I let out a huff of air and wondered when he’d wake. I allowed myself a moment of weakness and stroked his arm. A throbbing between my legs started at merely touching him, and at the memory of last night. I started to crave my sexual release already.

I had drifted off to sleep again, but Zach’s movements woke me up. Sitting up, I found him getting dressed.

He looked over his shoulder at me. “I have business to take care of, but don’t worry, I’ll be back to continue our time together.” He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me up against him. Shoving his lips against mine, he gave me a scorching kiss before throwing me back onto the pillows. “No clothing, I will know if you touched it. I will have Mira bring you some food.” He picked up the tray that the woman had brought before and walked out with it.

I drifted in and out, Mira, Zach’s wife did bring me food eventually, but she hadn’t been happy about it. Like it was my fault she was in this situation. Maybe she shouldn’t have cheated on her husband…or married a sadistic murderer. The ben wa balls inside me jiggled every time I moved, driving the throbbing need inside me to a unbearable level until I thought about taking my pleasure into my own hands. The problem was that I knew exactly what that would result in. Pissing Zach off and possible, likely, death. Never had I faced death as a punishment for stepping outside spoke or unspoken boundaries as a submissive. It put a new, sick thrill into the whole submitting thing.

The door opened and Zach walked in with a tray of fruit. He had changed into a business suit, the tie was now loosened around his neck, with the top button of his collar undone, the shirt was untucked and his belt already undone.

I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes. I needed to find that quiet spot in my mind again, needed to let submissive me out of her hiding place. When I opened my eyes, Zach was watching me.

“It’s like a switch flips, I can see it in your eyes, your demeanor. Like you’re two people.”

“It feels like it some days.” I whispered and averted my gaze.

He ran a hand through my hair. “Did you touch yourself?”

“No.” I knew I made the right choice. “I didn’t have permission.”

He gave a gentle tug on my hair. “That’s a good girl. Now, hands behind your back.”

I put my hands where I was told and waited. He turned to the trunk he’d brought in earlier and pulled out another length of rope. He stepped behind me and tied it around my wrists, making sure I couldn’t move my arms to the front of my body.

“Legs apart.” He turned to the chest for two more pieces of rope.

I remained on my knees but opened my legs. He tied my ankles to my thighs so I wouldn’t be able to stand. The cool air brushed my slick sex as he moved around me. I cursed realizing that I’d be ready to take anything he wanted, just for some release.

He pulled on my hair while was behind me. “Do you know why I denied you your release last night?”

The answer I wanted to give was not the right one. “No, Sir.” My voice was short as I tried to anticipate his next move.

He knelt behind me and ran a hand over my shoulder and cupped my breast. “Because my subs do not get their release until I push them to subspace, right before I kill them.”

My heart jumped into my throat as my body betrayed me. He tweaked my nipple and rolled it between his fingers. “Then I should count myself lucky, Sir.”

“As you should.” His other hand snaked over my shoulder, mirroring the motions on my other breast. “Tonight, we’ll see if you are so lucky.”

I moaned as he stretched both my nipples. Moisture grew between my legs as he continued his assault. My pussy clenched around the balls still inside me, wanting anything that it could get. Zach’s hands were suddenly gone from my body and I heard the rustle of clothes behind me. He moved in front of me and I found I was at the perfect height for what he was expecting.

His cock was in my face, I had to straighten to take it into my mouth and he guided my movements with his fingers entwined in my hair. Bobbing, gagging and licking, I did as expected. Giving head was not on my favorite activities list, but I knew how to pleasure. I had been trained well. He pulled me back and laughed. “You’re good. I should have had you on your knees last night.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I caught my breath and waited to see what he had planned next. He went to the chest and came back with a harness with an attached vibrator. Torture, this was going to be torture, or he was planning on killing me tonight.

“Lean back the best you can.” He gave a wicked smile and I complied.

It wasn’t easy, my muscles stretched in protest as I leaned back, but years of martial arts and workouts made it possible for me to stay limber.

He squatted in front of me and inserted a finger into me. I moaned as he moved it around before hooking it around one ball and pulling it out. I knew a string attached them, but he used a finger for more teasing. Both balls came out with a little pop and he tossed them towards the chest.

“Mmm wet are we?” He took the harness and positioned it on me. I moaned at the feeling of the vibrator replacing the balls. It took a moment for my body to adjust to the currently silent toy. He buckled the harness on me and then helped me back to my original position. I gasped, the tip of the vibrator pushed against my insides, in the perfect spot.

Zach showed me the remote to the vibrator in his hand. He clicked a button and it gave a very low hum. “Very good, now, open again.” He palmed his cock and I nodded, closing my eyes and taking him into my mouth. As I worked him the vibrator hummed to life, the faster I went, the faster the speed on the vibrator went. I moaned around his cock, but I knew despite the pleasure in me, I wouldn’t hit subspace and the vibration wasn’t enough to make me come, no just to tease and make me lose my mind. I needed pain to be added to the mix to truly get the release I craved. But I wouldn’t be getting it, he was simply taking his pleasure from me. On one hand, I knew I’d survive the night, on the other…I craved my release.

I felt him tense before the stream of hot seed shot into my throat, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I went to spit the cum out. He put a hand over my mouth and shook his head. “No, swallow.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed, trying not to gag at the taste. The vibrator was on low now, just teasing enough to keep me wanting.

As he did the night before, he untied me and checked the rope marks and helped me stretch, but again he left the toy in me.

“So you survive another night. Tomorrow night, you will not be so lucky. But come, tell me a story.”

It was going to be hard to tell him anything with the constant hum of the vibrator inside me, but I had no choice if I wanted to live. I told him the story of The Merchant and the Genie.