The force of Henry’s lips on mine threatens to knock the chair back and send us both to the floor. His kiss is fervent, full of passion and need. I want to wrap my limbs around him and sink my claws into his skin the same way he’s sunk his into my mind. I could lose myself in this kiss. In him. But he pulls away too quickly, biting my bottom lip hard and leaving me breathless and panting.
“Oh, poor girl, did you want more?”He leans in, and my heart rate spikes with the promise of his mouth on mine again. He comes closer still, until there’s only a hair’s breadth of space between us, and I open for him, welcoming his skillful tongue.
Spit.
“Here you go.”His mouth is still so close to mine I can feel his smile, but he doesn’t bridge the gap between us. “I know the concoction I gave you is known to leave your mouth dry. Hopefully, this helps. If you need more, just let me know,”he says, pulling back with a wink.
“Henry, what the fuck are you doing? You can’t just drug your employees and tie them up!”I shift in the chair, trying and failing to loosen the ropes that bind me.“Ugh! Let me go!”
Henry stands from where he was hunched in front of me, his hand lifting my chin so that I meet his gaze.“Oh my dear Blanche, we’re just getting started.”
“He was…persuasive.”
“You and I both know it doesn’t take much to persuade you if the dick is that good.” Pam rolls her eyes.
“Touché, bitch, touché.”
“Was it at least worth it to go with him? Did he treat you right?”
“Oh yes, we’re definitely going to have to pierce these.”
The devil laughs at my screams as the pain from the nipple clamps radiates through my body. It’s better than the alternative, though. The contraption connects my clit to my nipples, and I’m strung up so that one of them will suffer no matter how I move.
“That’s such a good fucking bitch you’re being for me, baby.”He reaches up to play with one of my aching breasts while sucking the other into his mouth, enhancing the pain even further.“I would call you my good little whore, but you aren’t even getting paid to do this for me, are you?”
“Fuck you.”
I spit in his face, the only thing I can do to exact any revenge with my hands tied up. Of course, it’s not the smartest move in my position, but I can’t let him talk to me like that and not do anything about it. He could literally kill me right now, so I’m lucky all he does is grin.
He wipes his face, then licks my spit from his hand.
“Mmm, that was fucking sexy, you little menace. Let me know next time, and I’ll open my mouth. Of course, I’m still going to have to punish you. I had planned to prep your tight little asshole before fucking you there, but I think I’ll go ahead and do it now.”
Okay, anal isn’t the worst thing that could come from spitting in my boss/captor’s face. I’m always up for a good back-doorsession. Even without prep, as long as someone knows what they’re doing and uses the proper lube, it’s…
Henry lines himself behind me, his already erect cock pushing against my ass.“No lube, baby. You wanted to spit, so that’s all you’ll get.”
“Let’s just say he indulged in some of my more depraved kinks.”
“Ah, a true gentleman. Well, I’m glad you had fun. Even though you’re telling me less than you ever have about one of your liaisons.”
“Sorry, Pam. I’m just still exhausted, I think.”
“I’m just messing with you. I hope you at least used protection. Two full days of sex with Blanche Bedford had to be like what? A hundred condoms?”
“Mmmfuck, yes. Milk it out of me, baby, that’s it. We have to keep you good and full, don’t we?”Henry’s cock jerks as he releases himself in me once again, adding to the pool of cum he’s already pumped inside. I’m too blissed out to care as another orgasm washes over me.
I’ve had my fair share of pearl necklaces, but I’ve never fucked without a condom. At this point, I’ve lost all concept of time and space. I couldn’t tell you where I am, who I am, what day it is, or how many times I’ve come. I’m on birth control anyway, so who really cares, right? I’m just thankful he finally untied me and has me on a comfortable bed. Not that I don’t enjoy bondage, but I lost feeling in my limbs long enough to be scared I’d never be able to use them again.
Henry sits up on his knees, pulling free from me at last, and I miss him immediately. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the stretch of him, but his absence after so long feels criminal. I might be more upset about it if he didn’t look so devastating, kneeling between my legs with his hair disheveled, a sheen of perspiration coating his muscles, and red welts rising from my nails. His attention is locked between my legs, where the evidence of our union drips down my thigh.
“Are you on birth control, Blanche?”he asks, reaching for where our cum drips, and pushing it gently back inside.
I nod.
“Get off it.”
“Excuse me?”I say, sitting up.
