He let go of my collar and then I felt his hands on my ankles, securing them in leather restraints. With each movement and moment, I felt myself getting wetter. Felt myself tensing in anticipation of his hand hitting my ass.
The smack didn't come though. He walked around in front of me and secured my hands with leather restraints also. I was almost pulled flat against the bench now, my breasts rubbing against the padded surface.
Once Mr. Stone had me secured he walked away. I tried to see where he was going but I couldn't move. I heard the door to the next room and the distant rustling of papers. I held my breath but he didn't make any more sound.
"You didn't trust me, slave," Mr. Stone said from behind me.
I yipped and then let out my breath. Of course he'd be able to sneak back in behind me without me hearing anything.
"How many letters are there in Matt Black?" he asked.
I quickly counted them out. "Nine, sir."
"And how many letters in Jackson Stone?"
"Twelve, sir."
"So twenty-one for your lack of trust. And then..."
I felt his hand stroke across my ass and then his fingers cup my sex. I moaned as he moved his hand, his middle finger slipping inside me for a moment. He kept moving, stroking his finger over my back entrance. His finger moved in a small circle and I felt pleasure starting to build, mixed with fear.
"And then I'll fuck your tight ass until you scream," he finished, his finger brushing over me.
He moved away and I heard the rustle of paper again but I could hardly concentrate on it over the feelings twisting inside me. I'd never ... not with a man. Mr. Stone's vibrating sex toy was it and that had melted my brain.
Mr. Stone appeared beside me, holding two documents. Without speaking he showed me the front page of both. It was the waste-disposal contract I'd found earlier today. He then flipped to the back page and showed me his signature before doing the same on the other copy.
The signature was Matt Black.
He leaned in close to my ear. "He forged the contracts," Mr. Stone said and then he was gone, somewhere behind me.
"Count aloud. Miss a number and I'll start over."
"Yes, sir."
I tensed but no blow came. I realized I was holding my breath in anticipation. I let it out and tried to calm myself and that was when his hand came down on my ass.
"One," I cried.
"One what?"
"One, sir, One sir," I gasped.
"We'll have to start over," Mr. Stone said.
His finger brushed over my sex and I felt how wet I was. Pleasure tingled through me and the he hit me again. This time I wouldn't get it wrong, although the sting was making my eyes water.
"One, sir!"
He hit me again.
"Two, sir!"
Another. And another. And another.
I kept the count even as he sped up and then slowed down. He moved from one cheek to the other and then back again in a random pattern. The pain soared and then I went past it, feeling wetness on my thighs, my pussy throbbing and ready for Mr. Stone's cock.
I hit twenty-one and before I could catch my breath, Mr. Stone had his tongue in my pussy. He licked upwards, gently brushing against my ass before coming back down again. The pleasure mixed with the pain and I started to gasp as he moved his mouth against me.
Before I could come he pulled away and I heard a bottle cap open behind me. A moment later I felt his finger covered in cool gel rub against my ass. Mr. Stone gently smoothed the lubricant over me and then slowly pressed his finger inside. I heard him squirt more lubricant on his finger and again he repeated this procedure. I felt the cool gel on my ass and then his finger slipping inside me, past the tight ring of muscle. He rested his finger inside me and I felt my muscles twitching involuntarily around him. Then he pulled back and slowly slipped two fingers into me. I felt my muscles tense and then relax as the lubricant did its work.
He moved with aching slowness. As he slipped his fingers in, I felt the muscles tense and relax and then after he held them in place, a deep warmth start within me. I began to pant with each movement and closed my eyes.
"You are mine, slave, and you will learn to trust me," Mr. Stone said.
He slowly removed his finger and then I felt the tip of his cock press against me. I tried to move, to push myself back but the restraints held me in place. I wanted him inside me, filling me up.
"Keep breathing," Mr. Stone said and then slowly pushed the tip of his cock into me.
I moaned, feeling myself stretch around him. He was thicker than two fingers and the muscles protested before relaxing. He held himself in place and all I could hear was his breathing and my own. He then pushed himself forward, sliding in another inch and I gasped. His cock felt impossibly big but then my body accepted it, stretched and adjusted and warm pleasure began to pulse through me.
He pulled back, slowly, and I felt how slippery I was. As his cock moved back, the muscles twinged with pleasure. He pulled back until only the tip was inside me and then slowly pressed forward again. I felt my body opening up and stretching as he moved.
He pulled back again and then slid forward, faster this time. I felt an incredible friction and my muscles pulsing out pleasure as he stretched me. Mr. Stone slowly fucked my ass, only going in halfway and I felt my legs trembling, the deep warmth running down my body.
Then he slowed and this time pressed forward further than ever before. I felt myself stretch out around him and again that sensation of impossible size.
"Breath, girl," I heard him say, his voice jolting and I realized he was breathing heavily. I remembered air and took a deep breath.
He gripped my hips and as I breathed out, slid his full length into me and held himself in place.
"Ohh, sir," I moaned. I squeezed my muscles around him and heard him groan in pleasure. I just wanted him to fuck me. To own me.
"Are you mine?" he asked me.
"Yes, sir. I'm yours," I gasped as he cock twitched inside me.
"Should I fuck your ass?"
"Oh, please sir, yes, fuck me, fuck me." I was going crazy. I couldn't move back, couldn't move forward and all I wanted was his cock moving inside me.
His hands clenched on my waist and he pulled himself slowly out of me. I felt myself stretched out around him and muscles gratefully relaxing as his thick cock moved out. He pulled out until only the tip was within me and then slowly pushed back inside. I heard the bottle cap again and then a cold drop of lubricant drizzled directly into my asshole before he pushed his cock back in again. This time he slid all the way in and I moaned in pleasure.