Dominated by the heir Pt. 02
I’d seen this kind of rough and fast fucking, but I’d never thought I would receive it.
I didn’t immediately respond to the order from the wealthy man. I wasn’t certain how to respond.
Obey? Take off my clothes? Crawl on hands and knees? Surely he couldn’t be serious.
“Fifty-K of what should have been my inheritance was spent on your college, and I’m not going to continue to dish out that kind of money unless you fucking earn it.”
Heat bubbled within me. It shouldn’t have. I should have been repulsed by his expectation. I’d dated a lot of bullying assholes, but this man seemed different. Unwavering and one-hundred percent Alpha in an unbelievably sexy way.
I remained on my knees as I wiggled out of my shoes, then my dress. For some reason, I felt entranced by his eyes; one hidden behind that unruly, dark clump of hair that hung forward. He held that stare right up until my nude bra came off. Once that happened, he set his judging interests on my B cups. Did he like what he saw? His expression told me nothing.
All that remained were my red panties. It was a bit embarrassing for such a powerfully sexual man to see me in unmatched underwear. At least I’d waxed for an upcoming date. The thought made me realize I probably had only a few hours to make sure this man left my — now-his — apartment. Hopefully, he didn’t have too much more endurance.
Still on my knees, I wiggled the underwear down, then kicked them off; suddenly uncomfortable with the roving eyes that lingered even longer on my bare cunt.
His dick still angled toward my face, hard and ready to fuck me.
“To your bed, little slut.” His continued use of the insult agitated me. Men had good reason to call my mom a slut, but not me.
My face lowered, hiding my irritation. “I’ve only fucked one man, so the least you can do is stop calling me a slut.”
“My dick is the only one you will have from now on. Now drop to hands and knees and get to your bed.”
I obeyed his hostile command and lowered my palms to the carpet. He would see me in a way I’d never permitted anyone to. As I took the moment to gather my courage and move forward so he could watch me in this embarrassing position, a pain landed so hard on my backside, I almost fell forward.
“Don’t ever mention another man again,” he growled. The hand that had spanked me lowered to caress the full length of my folds all the way to my tight hole. “Move it!”
Again, I obeyed, this time without hesitation, given how much my rear still stung. I didn’t move too fast, that would look even more silly. I already imagined how obvious the mark to my backside must have been.
When I looked over my shoulder to see where he was, another hard spanking landed against my other cheek. His hand remained at the spot when I stiffened. I only blinked away the tears of pain. The bastard intended to make me suffer in order to finish college. Would he do this for the next two years?
After the moment of shock, I quickened my pace, careful not to hurt my knees. The long, miserable crawl held the terror of another spanking possibly coming for any misstep. Luckily, it didn’t.
When I reached the door, he leaned over me and pushed it open. The thought that he’d been here long enough to know the details of my home also worried me. I refused to act on my desire to call him out on invading my privacy. That might end in more pain.
Once near my bed, I attempted to stand before his hand landed on my shoulder, blocking me from rising.
“I didn’t give you permission to stand, slave.”
The new name he chose to call me felt only slightly better than slut. Did I say anything? Of course not. Still on my knees with my body upright, I remained frozen to the spot, catching his swaying manhood in my periphery. How the fuck would I be able to handle that massive thing?
His fingertips went to my left nipple, circling it. At my quiver, he said, “That’s a good girl. You like this, don’t you?”
The ever-increasing throb that built between my legs couldn’t be ignored. Of all he’d done thus far, nothing had me as riled as the way that touch to my breast felt. It may have been embarrassing to admit, but I had no doubt he already knew I liked it. “Yes.”
“Yes,” he said, “Master.” He didn’t have to directly tell me to call him that. I knew some bits about this fetish rich men had. But it wouldn’t be a simple bedroom game. This was the cost of my education.
The hard pinch pulled me from my reverie. “Answer correctly.”
“Yes, Master,” I whimpered.
The firm hold to my nipple freed. “Stand up, slave,” he snapped.
I rose, cautiously looking to the bed that had been made. He must have made it. The white comforter and pillows appeared as smooth as a hotel would. But a hotel wouldn’t have strings of rope or what appeared to be a collar at the far side of the queen-sized bed.
I remained in place, questioning whether I could handle this new life he expected of me. I doubted my mother would give me anything, given this man already offered to finish paying for my tuition and housing.
“We’re going to need a bigger bed, but this will have to do for now.” With a palm at my lower back, he directed me to the center at the end of the mattress. “Lean over the edge, so I can see how wet your cunt is for me.”
I bent forward, knowing better than to say a word. The man may not even let me say no now that things had progressed this far. Not that I wanted to say no. I had always hated being in control and loved letting someone else have the power — so long as they didn’t call me a slut.
His fingers slid too easily in the slickness between my folds, reaching my aching nub. The gasp he elicited from me received his responding chuckle. “It didn’t take you long at all to glisten for me.” He leaned his body onto mine, firm chest to my back, and cock rubbing the length of my slit. With one hand braced beside my head, he fisted my hair and guided my head up. His tone held warning as he spoke close to my ear. “And your cunt is for only me! Right, slave?”
I couldn’t control the quiver that caught my chest, and the tightness of my muscles throughout me. His dizzying power continued to intensify, affecting me in new ways. Now I doubted any of the assholes my age could ever satisfy my need to be dominated. “Yes — Master.”
“Keep your head up.” He released my hair and leaned further onto me. The long cock that pressed against the length of my slit and nub terrified me, but not so much as I’d expected. What added to the angst was when his weight on me lessened and the collar fitted around my neck. It didn’t cause pain, but the ramifications were enough to terrify me nonetheless. I already let him claim me, so he could do anything he wanted.
Despite the anxiety bubbling within me, the humiliation filled me with a rush of adrenaline. The sting that continued to buzz against my backside from the earlier spanking added to the physical pleasure of where his flesh pressed against mine.
Every stroke of his length hit my nub, building the need within me to be fucked. I expected him to put a condom on, but when his manhood pressed against my entry, I knew that wouldn’t happen. I didn’t dare argue against him. Did he know I was on birth control, or did he simply not care?
The tension on the collar lessened, and the slight pain from it intensified my desire. Even when he dropped onto his elbows to either side of my head, and his body against my back in his effort to thrust, had me pressed to the mattress, his girth didn’t immediately enter me. My boyfriend’s significantly smaller penis did me no favors, with a man like this ready to force his cock into my drenched cunt.
“I haven’t fucked a pussy this tight in my life.” He pulled back before shoving again, cock penetrating a little more, already beginning to fill me but continuing in.
I whimpered as he finally thrust deep and hard. The pleasurous pain added to the excitement of knowing he had all the control over how rough or gentle this would be.
“A real cock feels good, doesn’t it, little slave?”
I had to turn my face to the side to speak. “Yes, Master.”
He reared back, then shoved in, hitting that perfect spot inside me. I’d thought I wanted him to hurry and get this over with so I could see my boyfriend. Now I didn’t think I could settle for the smaller dick and lack of dominance. This dominating male may have been older, but he was sexy as sin and knew a woman’s body.
Once his speed increased, he raised upright and gripped my waist with both hands, pulling me backwards a little. Every thrust had his sack pounding my nub in a way that brought an uncontrollable moan to my lips. I’d seen this kind of rough and fast fucking, but I’d never thought I would receive it.