M/F ~ Age Gap ~ Virginity Auction ~ BDSM ~ Rough Sex ~ Discipline
An older billionaire disciplines me for tempting him so bad
Blake bought my virginity at an auction at a BDSM club. It was supposed to be for just one night but now he wants more.
And he wants to punish me for making him suffer from lust and love like he’s never felt before.
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Content warning: This story features some elements of consensual dubcon, rough/degrading sex, BDSM and dominant/submissive power play that some readers might object to… and others might really enjoy!
TESSA:
I got home late after selling my virginity at Club Hot Commodities, and I still can’t stop thinking about the hot guy I lost it to.
Blake Powers.
He’s so sexy I don’t even care that I’m trouble with my parents. They claimed to be making me do extra chores for coming home past curfew, but I already do everything around here, so it’s nothing that out of the ordinary.
I’m cooking dinner and picking up my parents’ trash when I hear a loud knocking at the front door.
Since I wasn’t expecting anyone, I’m confused as I answer it, thinking it might be a friend of one of my parents who got confused and thought they were meeting for their regular drinking session here instead of at the bar.
But I’m even more confused when I open it to see a strange man standing on the other side of it.
I want to scream and slam the door, but something about his large muscles, bald head, tattooed arms and the way he looks at me sternly causes me to wait and hear what he might have to say, which happens to be:
“Are you Tessa Marie Davenport?”
“Yes,” I say, and then want to kick myself for confirming my name to a stranger.
“Blake Masters requests your presence,” he says. “Please come with me.”
I hesitate, thinking about what my parents will think when they get back from the bar and find me gone. It could be my last straw and I might get kicked out.
“We’re only going to Club Hot Commodities,” the stranger tells me, as if assuming I was worried about being taken to Blake’s house or someone else that I’m not familiar with. “Adella will explain everything in the car.”
“Okay,” I say, shrugging and following him.
He probably thinks I feel safer, but the truth is I’d go anywhere Blake asked me to go. I’m so excited to hear from him and have the chance to see him again. I’d almost prefer it to be at his house so that we wouldn’t have to worry about other people being around at the Club.
But I can’t help thinking about where I might be living tomorrow, especially since I hadn’t found my own place yet. Not to mention the fact that I’m wearing an ugly house dress that’s not only quite different from what I wore the last time I was at Hot Commodities, but also nothing at all like what I’d want Blake to see me in.
Still, I assume he’ll soon be seeing me out of it anyway, so it doesn’t really matter what I’m wearing. And I’m not about to let my parents hold me back from happiness.
Plus, I’ve always gotten the impression that when Blake Masters says “jump,” I’d better say, “how high?”
When we get to the limo, the stranger opens the back door for me, and I step in. I had assumed from what he’d said that Adella would be in it, too. But she’s not.
But then the stranger passes the phone to me and says, “She’s on the line.”
“Hello?” I ask, as the stranger gets into the front.
Once he’s behind the wheel and starts driving me to the club, Adella — the hostess of Club Hot Commodities — starts talking.
“Hello, Tessa Dear. I’ve sent Frank to get you because Blake requests your presence at the club.”
Her voice sounds very stern, so I say, “For what?”
“I’d never be so rude as to ask what exactly he plans to do with you,” she says. “When a client wants to rent the Enclave and conduct club business when there isn’t even an auction, I consider it a boon and send Frank to make sure the girl shows up.
“That’s about the extent of my involvement in this, other than making sure Blake pays, which he always does. But suffice it to say that he sounded rather upset. He mentioned needing to teach you a lesson.”
“I see,” I say and gulp.
In one way, that sounds good. In other way, it sounds bad.
“He had seemed pleased with his purchase, and if anything, I thought he would be wanting to meet up with you to give you a tip, because usually Blake doesn’t bid on a woman more than once or want anything to do with her besides that after he wins her,” she says.
“I see,” I tell her, thinking this sounded hopeful.
“But because he sounded upset and mentioned wanting to use the Enclave to discipline you, I just hope you haven’t gone and screwed anything up.”
“I haven’t seen him since last week and I agree he had seemed pleased,” I assure her, although things had gotten awkward and I hadn’t heard from him since then, so I wasn’t sure what was going on myself.
“We’ll see,” she says with a foreboding tone in her voice. “Let’s hope he stays that way. You can go straight back to the room once you arrive.”
“Okay,” I start to tell her, but she’s already hung up.
My pulse races as Frank heads closer toward Club Hot Commodities. I have no idea what’s in store for me there, but I sure hope that Blake had meant he wants to discipline me in the good way and not the bad way.
TESSA:
Once Frank pulls up to the front of Club Hot Commodities and drops me off, I grimace as I walk in because Sally and her friends are standing around staring at me. But then as I reach the Enclave and see Blake standing just outside of it waiting for me, I quickly forget about anything but him.
As soon as we’re back in the room, he locks the door and begins stripping off my clothes as well as his own, revealing his hard, toned body.
I can’t even believe how much I had missed him. My nipples are hard, letting him know it, as he immediately takes one of them in his mouth and begins sucking.
He reaches up one of his hands and plays with my other nipple. And then he reaches the other one down and inserts a finger into my pussy.
“You are so wet for me,” he says. “Even wetter than last time.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” I tell him, but I immediately realize I’ve said the wrong thing because suddenly he stiffens his broad muscular chest, which looks even harder now, as does his huge, erect cock.
Then he says, “We’re not here to talk about anything like that.”
“Yes, Master,” I tell him, immediately sensing that I have to be careful.
I don’t want to mess this up. I really have wanted his hands all over my body and it seems that he doesn’t want to get any into anything emotional. Perhaps I had had high hopes that he would be mushy and lovey-dovey again. And now he’s making it obvious that this is only something physical.
I’m partly offended by that but a bigger part of me is just glad that we can be together at all and that he can finally satiate the flaming desire that’s been burning inside me for so long.
I feel like I should be mad at him for playing with my heart, but my body wants him so bad that all I feel is relief once he pinches my clit with one of his hands and my nipple with the other.
“I need to discipline you for talking too much last time we were together and making me talk too much, too,” he says. “And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” I tell him, my heart pounding.
“You’re going to be a good girl and not say a word while I do what I want with you, aren’t you?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I agree because in this moment I would do anything as long as he just keeps going.
He spanks my pussy and says, “That’s what I like to hear. Last time you made me do things I don’t normally do and even now I’m doing things I don’t normally do, just by meeting with you here again. But it’s because I’m an unhappy customer and you have to make it right.”
“Yes, Master,” I tell him. “I’ll be a good girl and make it right.”
“Good. But you know that you have to be a good girl by being a bad girl for me and letting me do what I want to you, right?”
“Yes,” I agree again, and this gets me a spanking on my breasts.
His wide slaps across one of them and then the other before he takes them both in both of his hands and roughly squeezes and pulls on them.
“Then stop being a bad girl and start telling me what you’ve missed that I’ve done to you,” he says.
He spreads my legs open wide and pulls my pussy lips open with one of his hands as he commands me to talk.
“I miss how you touch me and kiss me and spank me and fuck me,” I tell him.
He looks closer at my pussy as if to make sure I’m telling the truth. Sure enough, it’s dripping wet for him, so this seems to satisfy him as evidence.
“Did you miss my big cock?” he asks, as he inserts two fingers into my pussy and begins stretching it open.
“Yes,” I tell him, nearly moaning it out already.
“Even when I was rough with this little pussy and fucked it so hard?” he asks me as he juts his fingers in and out of my pussy hole.
“Yes,” I say. “I miss that. I miss everything you did to me.”
With his fingers thrusting in and out of me now, he reaches one of his hands back up and takes my nipple in between his fingers and twist and pinches it. Then he leaves one hand there, rubbing my fingers between his fingers as he reaches the other one down and does the same thing to my clit.
“I’m cumming,” I tell him, but I think he already knows because my juices are gushing out of me.
“Good girl,” he says, and he takes his cock into one of his hands and starts beating my pussy with it.
“You’re not going to make me stop, are you? You’re not going to use our safe word, right?”
“Right,” I tell him, sensing that a change has come over his demeanor again.
He seems more reserved and distant now, is if he hadn’t wanted to get too close, too intimate. But I’m feeling so good as I ride the wave of my orgasm, squirming and coming all over his fingers, that I don’t even care.
“I won’t use it,” I tell him.
“You know you can,” he says.
“I know I can, but I won’t use it because I want to let you do whatever you want to me.”
“Okay,” he says and then he promptly stops fingering me.
As he takes his hand away from my pussy, my hole feels so empty and gaping. It wants his fingers back in it so badly or even more it wants his cock but as I start to say this, he puts a finger over my lips.
“Listen,” he says. “You do what I say, and I didn’t tell you to talk, you got it?”
“I got it,” I tell him.
“All right,” he says and then he reaches into a drawer nearby and pulls out a gag ball.
“I’m going to make sure that you don’t talk to me,” he says. “I don’t want to hear you trying to convince me to fall in love with you. I just want you to let me do what I want to that sweet, hot, tight little pussy of yours.”
As he starts putting the ball gag around my face and puts the ball part of it into my mouth, part of me is intrigued by the fact that he thinks I’m trying to make him say that he’s falling in love with me.
I can’t help but wonder if it means that he actually is.
Another part of me is scared about what could happen next in this room when he is trying to not let himself feel things for me. But probably the biggest part of me — since I’m now all amped up by what he was doing to me — is excited and turned on and ready to accept whatever kind of punishment he needs to do to me.
It’s clear he’s mad at himself for getting so close to me and is trying to “discipline” me to take it out on me. But all I can think of is the fact that Adella said he doesn’t normally even see women from the Club for a second time.
So, now I’m hoping that it won’t work. That he’ll realize there’s nothing he can do to me to get us to stop telling each other how we feel. Because we’ve both fallen hard for each other even though neither of us meant to or wanted to.
BLAKE:
I had thought that seeing Tessa again here at Club Hot Commodities would remind me that this is just business. I had paid for her services, and I was dissatisfied with them because they had made me talk too much about stupid things and had made her talk too much about stupid things as well.
I was paying for another session to make up for the first one and rectify things. Now she was gagged so she couldn’t talk too much or make me talk too much. Now I could punish her for making me feel emotionally attached to her when that isn’t something I do.
And yet now that she’s here, naked and gagged so that she can’t talk, I want her even more. She seems so vulnerable with her legs spread open, her pussy and ass on display for me, and her big brown eyes peeking out at the mirror in front of us over the ball gag in her mouth, as if wanting to say something to me but not being able to, that I have to start disciplining her soon or I think I might start saying crazy things again.
“Since you’re not able to talk, if you want to use the safe word, grunt three times, like this: ‘hrmph, hrpmh, hrpmh,” I tell her, although I really hope she doesn’t want to use the safe word.
She nods and then I tie her wrists up while she’s bending over with her ass up and her head down.
Then I pick up a wooden paddle.
“You’re so bad,” I tell her, striking her right ass cheek with it. “This is for making me want you like this.”
“Hrmph,” she lets out, but it sounds more like a groan than a grunt, and it isn’t followed by two more.
Pleased with her submission, I strike her left ass cheek.
“And this is for making me say ridiculous things.”
The right one has a red mark on it already, so I set the paddle down and run my hand over it.
“Poor thing,” I tell her, massaging it. “Your master has to discipline you so hard for being so bad.”
I grab hold of her ass and squeeze it, which causes her to moan. I can see that her beautiful pussy is dripping wet for me, and I nod my approval. Then I pull her ass closer towards me while gripping both sides of it and squeezing the cheeks in my hand.
I love to watch them bounce as I hit and spank them. My cock is so hard I can’t hold back now. I take ahold of it and rub it up against that pussy of hers that is on display for me as her plump ass cheeks are jiggling all around.
The head of it juts into her pussy. I can feel her juices dripping onto it and the entrance of her hole grabbing ahold of it.
I want to leave it here so badly.
“I have to discipline you for making me want to fuck you without a condom,” I tell her, as I take my cock away again and pick up the paddle.
Whack. Whack.
This time she gets two hard smacks that are a lot stronger and faster than the first time around. They cause her to whimper but she doesn’t make three grunts.
“That’s right,” I tell her, as I set the paddle back down and grab a condom.
As I open it, I watch her pussy hole quiver and I can see the juices dripping out of it because she wants me so much.
“Cry because your master is disciplining you for being such a bad girl, for making him have to wear a condom when he wishes he could shoot his seed into that hot little pussy of yours and knock you up.”
Once I have the condom on, I have to spank her again with the wooden paddle because she made me say that. It makes her cry out in pain and sob.
“Cry because your master needs to punish you for making him admit he wants to fill you up with his load and put a baby in you.”
Fuck, I think, as I hit her ass cheeks hard, again and again, one after the other, until she’s crying and screaming into the ball gag. I’m a lost cause. I want to keep this woman so badly it’s driving me mad. I want to never let her go, and I want to make it so that she can never let me go, either.
Her body trembles with the shock of my last whack and so I stop. Even though she hasn’t said the safe word, I worry that I’m being too rough with her, and I don’t want to hurt her.
This isn’t like me.
What the fuck has gotten into me? I wonder.
Maybe I can get it out of me if I put my cock back in her.
I reach over and grab hold of one of her breasts while my other hand pulls her ass back towards me even further. Then I adjust my cock and push it into her pussy, loving the feeling of its wet slipperiness as I push my way into it, until it’s halfway in her.
“There you go,” I tell her. “Open that tight little pussy hole all the way for me. Let me push it in.”
Tessa tries to say something into the ball gag, but it only comes out as a groan. She gives me a little resistance as I try to push my way further in, as if she’s upset with me.
“Come on, Tessa,” I tell her, as I shove my cock into that tight little pussy of hers, filling it all the way up and stuffing it full despite her resistance.
She’s squirming and moving away from me, but she isn’t using the safe word that we had agreed would mean I would stop. And her pussy is so wet it feels like a swimming pool. Liquids keep gushing out of it as I work my way even further into her, filling her up more than I ever had before, nailing her from behind with my huge cock and watching her plump ass cheeks bounce and her big breasts jiggle around in front of me as I slap her ass and fuck her pussy.
“Mmmm, mmmmmm!” she cries out, no longer resisting me but instead moving with me, wiggling her nice wide hips around as I pump in and out of her pussy.
“That’s right,” I tell her. “Show me how much you like it when I keep going even when you’re struggling and acting like you want me to stop.”
She pushes her ass further into me so that I thrust all the way up inside her and nearly split her into two with my huge cock.
“I thought so,” I say. “Now let your boss cum in you and pretend I’m not wearing a condom. Pretend I’m putting my baby in you instead.”
She moans again and I’m the one to grunt this time, feeling mad at myself for having said that, but it’s really how I feel right now. I thrust in and out of her, strong and hard and fast, trying to push the emotions out of me.
You’re just using her for sex, you don’t love her, you can’t love her, I think, as I reach around and play with her clit because I’m getting close to cumming and I want her to cum with me.
Sure enough, she starts moaning as she’s slipping all over my cock, and from the wall her pussy walls are clamping around it and her little pussy hole is quivering and puckering, I can tell she’s cumming.
As my cock starts to throb inside her tight pussy I think, I’m just going to cum in her this last time and then I’ll never see her again. Because I don’t really love her. That’s impossible.
But all I can think as I empty my balls of all the cum I’ve been saving up to put into Tessa because she’s all that’s been running through my mind since I’ve last seen her and she’s the only woman who’s been in my fantasies since I’ve met her, is I love her.
Fuck.
I love her.
I can’t help but wonder why she was struggling for a minute.
Is it because she loves me, or she doesn’t love me?
As I look at the cream pie I left in her pussy and then put my cock back in my pants, I realize I don’t know yet, but I’m determined to find out.
I’m pretty sure she’s been wanting to see me as much as I’ve been wanting to see her. But I need to keep punishing her for making me feel this way until I find out for sure. I don’t want to let my heart be taken like my father’s was.
But nor do I want to let Tessa out of my sights.
“How was it?” I ask, as I take her ball gag out of my mouth.
“Good,” she says, smiling at me despite the tears that are in her eyes from the way my spankings were stinging her so badly. “That was really hot.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I tell her, trying to keep my reserved, distant tone with her although I have a feeling that she knows what I’m thinking and that she’s thinking the same thing, too. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
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