Authors: Kristal Baird
He stared appreciatively at her beautiful body as she stood there, in panties, stockings and wide open blouse. Her firmly erect nipples betrayed her hard, continuous state of arousal. Knowing that she had the device inside her and that he controlled it gave him such a high, he felt like whooping. He planned to keep her aroused, so intensely, that she would do anything he asked, beg him just to let her come apart completely.
The thought that this was leading to him telling Cally she had to let Mathers use her sexually, any way he wanted her, made him suddenly so angry he thrust the remote into his pocket and told her to dress herself, more forcibly than she could probably stand right now. Why he should be feeling this way, he had no idea. This woman was more willing to be trained than any other he had ever worked with.
He found himself intrigued by how far he could take her. But not on every score.
He had cut the planned session with his male colleagues short. The idea had been to start to familiarise Cally into accepting the attentions of other men, if he willed it. Yet he found himself getting angry at them touching her. Angry at her for letting them do it. Not that he had given her any choice.
This job should have been the easiest of them all, but it was proving the most difficult. Not to persuade Cally Hammond to comply, but to make himself feel happy about his success. Or maintain an emotional indifference to her. He was anything but.
Chapter Five
A
LONE TEAR
rolled down Cally’s cheek as she turned aside to recover her clothing. She struck it away with the back of her hand. Why was she feeling so damned sorry for herself? She wanted this. All of it. She wanted that news story. She wanted the promotion. And she wanted Jake Stone. Just once. She had never felt so sexually charged in her life before.
He was one hot guy. Oh God, she didn’t want to think for one minute that she might be falling for him. It was just sex. And he was a bastard, she told herself. He got off on making her suffer. He got off a lot on it, come to think of it. She was just one of a series of women he’d treated in the same cruel fashion. That much was abundantly clear.
When she left, he would just do it all over again with some other poor, unsuspecting female. What would she be left with? Nothing. Except revenge. And she would make dammed sure he got everything that was coming to him.
So much for her plan to control him, to excite him into not being able to resist fucking her. With that damn thing inside her, and him at the controls, he was more in charge of her sexual responses than she was. She could no more refuse to get turned on by him than she could walk away from all this.
Cally finished adjusting her clothing. Each movement was a torment, reminding her of the way Jake Stone held authority over her body. Each tiny manoeuvre made the weights in the love eggs roll and turn against one another, giving off tiny little shocks to her whole body, centred on her deep vaginal muscles then radiating out to tease her whole pussy, clit, and nipples in the aftershock. It was like a permanently impending, whole body orgasm that never quite arrived.
She found her limbs trembling and her pulse racing and knew this would last until Jake decided to end it, by removing the objects. She knew that all the time they were inside her, he held all the cards. And he wasn’t going to fuck her either. She felt like throwing herself to her knees before him and pleading with him to use her, abuse her, just as long as he deigned to fuck her good and hard. Two thrusts from Jake Stone’s massive cock and she would come for a week.
‘Cally, can you come here?’
She found herself moving much more cautiously, which Jake Stone obviously approved of, if his curved lips were anything to go by. The limitations of stilettos were nothing to how those vibrating ticklers teased her intimately as she moved. When he watched her, it was as if his fingers were inside her, tormenting her continuously. The thought made her cheeks go warm. She knew her breasts rose and fell and her lips were parted. She couldn’t control any of it.
‘Yes, sir?’
Take that plant down.’ Jake indicated a basket of plants hanging from a hook in the ceiling.
‘Do you want me to water it?’ Cally couldn’t help thinking it would be easier to bring the water to the plant. Perhaps he didn’t want water spilt on his office carpet. It reminded her of last night at his apartment when water from her naked body drenched the carpet beneath her as she stood shackled to his correction frame. She found herself blushing even more furiously.
‘Just remove it. Place it out of the way.’
Suddenly this didn’t look so innocent. Cally found her breath coming shorter and faster. The movement of the love eggs as she stretched for the plant and bent to place it on the floor added to her unease.
‘Take your clothes off,’ he ordered as she turned, carefully, to face him.
‘I just got dressed.’ She knew she had erred as soon as she complained.
Jake strode across the room. He had shackles in his hand which he attached to the hook in the ceiling. He turned to see her fiddling with her blouse buttons. Taking the edges in his hand, Jake ripped the blouse asunder, fabric rending, buttons flying off.
‘I told you to get undressed.’ His voice held a tense tone of fury. He reached around and undid her bra, pulling the straps down her arms and tossing it aside.
He clamped both of Cally’s wrists in the shackles and hooked her arms up above her head, raising her breasts high and taut. She shivered. The cold air on her overheated flesh created an exquisitely sensual feeling. That, and the tormentors, as she began to think of the love eggs and Jake as one and the same device, made her feel as if she was being licked all over. Inside and out.
Jake stepped in so closeshe could feel his breath on her neck, feel the firmness of his muscles as he reached around to undo her skirt again. It dropped to the floor and his nod told her to step out of it. He spun her around on the hook so she hung, balanced on her stilettos, with her back toward him.
Cally gasped as he ripped first one seam of her panties and then the other side. His brute strength astounded her. He pulled the fabric very slowly between her legs, gently backward and forward, teasing her clit with the minute movements, until it too was removed fully and flung aside.
‘Why do you think I have put you here, Cally?’ Jake whispered, making her shiver with the intensity of his tone.
‘Have I done something wrong?’ she asked.
‘What is it that you think you may have done wrong?’
She knew. Had known from his reaction at the time. ‘Are you angry because I let those men touch me?’
Jake’s hand, splayed over her soft, naked stomach, tensed, pulling her back into his solid body. ‘Where did they touch you, Cally?’
‘On my breasts.’ She felt her stomach flip over with nerves. What if he really lost it with her?
‘Through your clothing?’
‘No.’
‘Then how?’ Jake spat out the words.
‘My naked breasts.’
‘You took your clothes off for another man?’
‘You know I did.’
‘Answer the question.’ He genuinely sounded pretty mad at her.
He heart pounded. ‘Yes,’ she agreed.
‘What else did you let them do to you?’
‘Lick my breasts.’ Cally said it like a confession.
‘Describe it to me.’
‘I removed my lace bra, so my breasts were naked.’
‘Go on.’
‘Then the man put his tongue against my nipple and flicked it.’
‘Did you like that?’
‘Yes.’ No point in lying. He could see right through her. Maybe she could make him jealous? Jealous enough to fuck her, in fury. She really wanted a ferocious fucking from Jake Stone right now.
What else did he do to your nipple?’ Jake’s hands began to massage her pussy mound, raising the feeling of delight to a pitch once more.
‘He stroked it firmly with his tongue.’ Cally gasped out the words, unsure if she was focusing her mind more on his words or on his hands.
‘How did that feel?
‘Warm. Wet.’
‘Nice?’
‘Yes, nice.’
‘What did it do to you?’
‘It made me wet and wanting.’
‘Wanting what?’ Jake’s breath came harsh and fast, right next to her ear.
She could do this. Manipulate him. ‘Wanting to get fucked.’
‘So you sat your wet, wanting-to-get-fucked little pussy over his cock, when you were astride his lap.’
‘Yes. And I liked it.’ Playing with fire again.
‘Did you? Did you want him to fuck you?’ Jake was positively growling at her. He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gently massaged it.
No! Not him. Cally wanted to howl with the taut pressure building inside her but knew Jake wouldn’t like it and she felt very vulnerable in that position. She held her primal responses in check. ‘I wanted you to fuck me.’
‘Answer my question. Did you want him to fuck you?’ His fingers tensed and ceased movement, holding gently the swollen flesh of her sex.
He was asking for it, so he was going to get it. ‘Yes.’
‘Would you have allowed him to fuck you with me watching?’
What the hell? Is that what he wanted? Me to fuck those other guys, so he could watch? ‘If you told me to.’ She didn’t sound convincing.
‘Good girl, Cally. That is exactly the answer I wanted to hear.’ Jake’s words didn’t sound too convincing to her ears, but she was so off-kilter right about now, she wouldn’t have sworn up was up. He whispered in her ear. ‘If I demand it, you will allow any man to do anything he wants to you.’
Cally felt her heart sink. He’d just sounded mad that she’d already let another guy touch her, yet now he says he wants it. What kind of game was he playing with her? This guy was more seriously fucked-up than she could ever have imagined. And what the hell was she doing, getting all mixed up in it?
‘Now I want to amuse myself, playing with you.’ Jake spun her around to face him again. He walked back to his desk and sat down in his leather desk chair. Taking out the remote control, he placed it on the desk before him. Then he sat back, hands off, and let Cally’s agitated little mind get to work on it for him.
Her eyes met his. They both travelled to the object he had placed on his desk.
Cally felt the first little quiver of her vaginal walls and squeezed her thighs together to hold on to it. The knowledge that she stood, naked but for suspenders and stockings, before a fully clothed Jake Stone heightened her arousal. Her lips parted on the harsh huff of breath that escaped between them. It was like all the air had been forced out of her lungs and she couldn’t inhale enough to fill them again.
He hadn’t even had to turn the damn thing on for it to affect her sexual response to it. To him.
She could feel the objects inside her. Smooth and heavy, pressing on her channel walls. But not moving. She undulated her body, tilting her hips forward, feeling the shifting weights adopting a subtly different pressure inside her. Her clit twinged in response to it and her hips pushed forward minutely once more, to increase the sensation.
The slowness, the subtlety of the arousal made her want to scream in frustration. Why didn’t he turn the damn thing on and be done? That was what it was for. To vibrate intensely until her pussy clenched around it.
She felt the minute tightening of her muscles again as her mind did the work of the machine, more exquisitely slowly than she could ever have imagined.
Her breasts lifted on each gasp and her body undulated under the stimulation.
But it wasn’t enough. Cold metal. Stillness. She wanted Jake’s hot, thick, throbbing cock to be where the lifeless objects were. She closed her eyes. Imagined his warm, questing shaft, probing at her tight entrance. The stretching of her muscles as it instantly breached her domain. The hot, hard friction as he rammed its length home and the invasion and retreat, over and over until she screamed his name in her frantic orgasm.
Cally looked up at Jakeas her cunt twitched its need again, her pussy lips swollen and longing. Her hips thrust toward him involuntarily and her cheeks warmed in knowledge of the wanton picture she presented to this virile man, who ignored her clear invitation to fuck her senseless.
Cally felt her vaginal muscles twitch again around the objects Jake had rammed up, so expertly, inside her. Her own body tried desperately to bring about the conclusion she so desired.
She could see Jake was interested. Was turned on by the sight of her, naked and desperate, but he damn well didn’t act on it. Because he knew that she wanted him to. And as he had told her over and over, this wasn’t about what she wanted. He was determined to teach her that. The hard way.
Suddenly he got up. He had something in his hand as he walked toward her. Even his approach made her vaginal muscles tremble at the male proximity. The faint possibility of sexual congress.
What was he doing? He placed a heavy chain around her neck. She winced at the coldness of the metal. She couldn’t really see what he was doing but he clasped her breast roughly in one hand. Something bit into her nipple. They were clamps. He’d just attached a nipple clamp to her.
The tightness and pressure delivered a burst of intense pleasure that shot straight to her wet clit.
Jake grabbed her other breast and attached the other clamp as efficiently. Cally cried out. She wanted the sting. She wanted to be free of it. The sweet agony throbbed in the dark recesses of her pussy as it squeezed around its inadequate little invaders.
‘Do you like that, Cally? Jake whispered.
His voice alone sent shock waves through her body, rendering her speechless. He tugged at the chain, delivering fresh pain and stimulation.
Cally’s hips thrust in a desperate attempt to capitalise on the movement and friction of the metal inside her vagina. She realised that the short length of the chain, anchored around her neck, was such that each time she moved, even slightly, she caused the clamps on each end to tug upward, stimulating her own nipples in an arousing ache of longing, mirrored by the glow between her thighs. God, he was an expert at sexual torture.
‘Jake?’ She called to him, pitifully.
He walked away from her and left the office. Left her there, to stimulate herself as best she could.
Jake paused and took a great gulp of air behind the closed door. He had to do it to her. There were no limits to the perversions these men were willing to inflict on the women they took as their sexual slaves, once they had them in their power. And he had to prepare those women to accept, to desire, whatever might be done to them. It was better for them that way.
Jake found himself wondering what perversions Mathers had in store for Cally. He thrust the images out of his head. He didn’t want to even imagine that old goat taking pleasure from Cally’s beautiful body. The way he was taking pleasure from her right now. He had never yet been in such a permanent state of arousal. The other women he’d trained, they were just jobs. But her?
His mind recaptured the vision of Cally, bound and erotically charged enough to welcome him into her body. He saw her cunt, slick and inviting, and knew it would clamp around his cock so hard it would drive him insane. He shook his head to clear the image. He wasn’t ready to give himself that reward yet. He didn’t deserve it.
Jake returned to the office. Cally’s face was flushed and she was panting hard. The sexy little bitch had been trying every trick her body knew to make herself come, clearly without success. Now he was about to crank her frustrations up another notch.
Jake retrieved a hard rubber plug from his desk drawer. He brought it out before Cally to heighten her anticipation and he could see it was doing its job already. Her eyes, fixed upon it, were widening with a mixture of fear and intrigue.