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“I need you,” she breathed into the phone.
I felt the insistent urgency and need in her voice. It was consuming her. The pounding of heart could be heard in her voice and breath.
We met over a year ago on a sunny afternoon in Cuba. She was on vacation with her husband and a few close friends. I was there attending a business conference. I spotted her at an outdoor bar on the beach, chatting with her girlfriends. She was wearing a white bikini and an oversized yellow straw hat. I sat down two chairs away from her. My eyes honed in on a deep, purple and yellow bruise high on her right thigh. It was a perfect circle and the size of a tennis ball. She turned in her seat and watched me as I sat down.
“Baseball,” she said to me with a smile.
I smiled back at her and nodded my head in a silent reply. I turned to the bartender and ordered a shot of Jack Daniels.
“You were staring at my bruise,” she added.
“I was staring at your bruise,” I replied in a matter of fact tone.
“I wasn’t staring only at your bruise,” I thought to myself.
She giggled and replied, “I find it refreshing that you didn’t blush or lose your composure or try to deny it.”
I winked at her and replied, “I find it refreshing that you didn’t try to cover yourself up, roll your eyes and turn your back to me, when you noticed that I was staring.”
My wink and comment had caught her off guard. A quizzical look flashed across her face.
She stared at me in silence for a moment and introduced herself, “I’m Victoria, by the way.”
“I’m Gil, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Victoria.”
“Hi Gil,” Victoria giggled.
The bartender poured me shot and placed the glass in front of me. I paid for the drink and told him to keep the change.
“Line drive?” I asked her as I lowered my eyes to the beautiful mark on her skin.
“What?” she asked as she leaned towards me.
“Your bruise, were you hit by a line drive?” I smiled, “You know, a powerfully hit ball that travels in the air and relatively close to and parallel with the ground.”
Victoria chuckled and replied, “Nothing so spectacular. I tripped and landed on a ball at a company baseball game. I’m a klutz. It’s a good thing you’re two chairs away from me, Gil. Or you’d probably be wearing your drink on your shorts.”
“Small price to pay,” I grinned.
Victoria stared at me in silence again for a moment and said, “There is something about you, Gil. I can’t quite put my finger on it just yet.” She leaned towards me and whispered, “You have a very nice smile, Gil.”
“There is something about you, Victoria, that makes me want to leave bruises and rope marks on your near perfect body,” I thought to myself.
I leaned towards her, looked her in her eyes and whispered, “Thank you,” I paused and made sure I had her full attention and added, “You have a very nice bruise.”
“Thank you, I think,” she replied clearing her throat and taking a long sip of her drink.
She turned to her friends and introduced them to me.
She patted the chair next to her, “Come sit next to me, Gil. I promise I’ll behave,” she blushed as soon as the words left her lips.
I stared at her breasts as they jiggled and danced as she patted the stool.
My eyes darted from her breasts to the wedding band on her finger. Victoria noticed, as I hoped she would have.
“Our husbands rented a boat and will be fishing all day,” she informed me with a friendly smile.
“Ladies, I would love to stay and chat over a few drinks, but, I have to pack. I have to be at the airport in a few hours. I came here on business, unfortunately.”
“Where is home for you, Gil?” Victoria asked.
“Toronto,” I answered.
She reached in her beach bag and pulled out a pen and handed it to me. I looked at the logo imprinted on it. I recognized the logo. It was from a prestigious property management company in Toronto.
“Small world,” I grinned.
I lifted my glass, nodded to Victoria and downed the rest of my drink.
“Have a safe trip home, Gil.”
“Enjoy your vacation. It was a pleasure meeting you, Victoria. Perhaps, we will run into each other in Toronto.”
“I look forward to that day,” she grinned and winked at me.
I leaned in close to her, our faces inches apart and whispered, “Be careful what you wish for, Victoria,” and winked back at her.
I thought of her on the flight home. How the skimpy white bikini had barely covered her breasts and pussy. Her bikini top lifted her breasts and held them loosely in place. How her breasts would jiggle when she laughed. Her bikini bottom left most of her hips and firm ass cheeks on display. And that bruise, that beautiful bruise on her delicate skin. I wanted to adorn her soft flesh with my rope, bruises and marks.
My cock throbbed for her. I imagined Victoria completely submitting to me. Completely giving her mind and body to me, to do what I pleased with. Her breasts bound cruelly tight and her wrists tied behind her back. Her legs bound and spread apart. I imagined how she would willingly and hungrily obey me, how I would make her cum. Rope marks, bruises and welts adorning her beautiful form. I wanted her body as my canvas to paint my desires on, and mark her as mine.
Two weeks had passed since I had met her. I decided to call the phone number on the pen and ask to speak to Victoria. The receptionist politely informed me that Victoria was in a meeting and asked if I would like to leave a voice mail for her. I asked if she would let Victoria know I called and for her to call me back when she had a moment. She assured me she would relay my message.
A few hours later my cell phone rang. The screen displayed the number of the person calling in big white numbers. The area code and first three digits were the same as the numbers on the pen Victoria had given me. I let the call go to voicemail.
A short high pitched chime from my cell phone announced that Victoria had left a voice message. I stared at my phone for a few minutes. Images of Victoria in her white bikini ran through my mind. My cock strained against my pants. I shifted in my chair and listened to her message.
“Hi Gil, what a pleasant surprise it was to hear from you. So sorry I missed your call. I just got out of a meeting. It is ten fifteen. Call my cell when you get the chance. I am stepping out of the office for the rest of the morning. I would love to say hello to you.”
I called Victoria’s cell. She answered on the first ring.
“Hello.”
“Hello Victoria, how are you?”
“Gil! Hi, I am well. It’s so nice to hear from you. How are you?”
“I am fine. I only have a few minutes to talk. Mondays are always very busy for me,” I explained quickly, “I was wondering if you would be available to meet for lunch one day this week.”
There was a short pause before she answered, “Lunch sounds great, but, I am afraid I will be far too busy to meet for lunch anytime soon. I am working on a new contract for a retail development project. I have a very tight deadline.”
“Meet me for dinner,” I smiled into the phone.
Another short pause before she answered, “I am not sure about dinner. My husband will be leaving for Dallas next week. He’ll be gone for a month and then will be travelling back and forth for at least six more months.”
“Breakfast then,” I chuckled into the phone.
Victoria laughed and replied, “I still can’t figure out what it is about you that is so different from anyone I have met. You intrigue me, Gil. I can picture you smiling as you talk to me.”
“Apologies, Victoria. I have to run. If you are able to meet me anytime soon, please call to let me know. Have a nice day.”
“I will, you have a great day too, Gil. Thank you for calling.”
A few days after our phone conversation I received a text message from Victoria, while I was having an early dinner at a restaurant close to my office.
Victoria had texted, “Leaving the airport, thought of you and I don’t know why,” with a smiley face at the end of the message.
I called Victoria’s cell.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Hello, Victoria.”
“Hi Gil, I hope I didn’t disturb you with my text message.”
“You did not disturb me, Victoria. I was very pleased to have received a text from you. Are you able to meet for drinks?”
“I haven’t eaten since this morning, Gil. Drinks would put me to sleep,” she laughed.
“I have just finished dinner, bad timing for us once again.”
A long silence fell between us.
Victoria broke the silence and asked, “Perhaps we could meet somewhere and I could grab a quick bite?” She paused a moment and added, “I would like to see you again.”
“Name the place, Victoria.”
“Great! 1201 Britannia Road West, Yorkshire Arms British Pub,” she excitedly provided me the details of where to meet her.
Britannia Road is very close to the airport. I was downtown and close to the expressway.
“I am about thirty minutes away from there, see you soon Victoria.”
“See you soon, then,” she cheerfully replied.
I turned into the parking lot of the pub and spotted Victoria sitting at a table for two, behind the windowed facade. Her hair was dark, wavy and long. When I had met her it was tucked neatly under her hat. She sat up straight when she spotted my headlights and her eyes followed my car as I drove past. My Audi has tinted windows. She hadn’t been able to see who was driving the car. I parked my car facing the pub and watched Victoria. Lit up a smoke and made her wait for me.
She was visibly anxious. She checked her phone, took out a pocket mirror and applied more lipstick. She turned her head from side to side and fixed her hair. I wondered if she was aroused and if her pussy was tingling and wet. My cock grew stiffer as I watched Victoria squirm with anticipation.
I finished the cigarette and headed to the pub. Victoria spotted me she smiled and waved. I made my way to her table, smiled back and said hello to her.
She stood up, hugged me and replied, “Hello stranger. Finally, we meet again.”
I gently gripped her arms, stepped back and looked her over. She lowered her head slightly and smiled. She was dressed in a semi-short black skirt with matching open toe pumps. Her legs were bare. The blouse she had on was dark orange and unbuttoned just enough to show a bit of her black bra and a lot of her cleavage. Her black jacket was draped neatly over the back of her chair.
“It’s good to see you again. You look very different from the last time I saw you, Victoria.”
She laughed and replied, “As do you. I have tried picturing you in a suit and tie. It’s nice to finally have my curiosity quenched.”
I motioned her to sit as I pulled out her chair.
“Thank you,” she said as she lowered herself into the chair.
The waitress approached our table as I sat down. She asked if I needed a menu.
“No thank you. Another glass of wine for the lady, if she so desires and one for me, please,” I politely replied.
Victoria thought about ordering another drink for a few seconds and decided, “Just one more, please.”
The waitress openly smiled at Victoria, letting her know that she had picked up on her attraction to me. Victoria blushed a bit and smiled back. The waitress winked at Victoria and said she would be right back with our drinks.
“How is the retail property project coming along?” I asked not letting on that I had noticed her unspoken communication with the waitress.
“It’s a disaster. The construction is six weeks behind. There’s a shortage of copper, apparently,” she sighed.
“There’s nothing new on that front, Victoria. I have yet to come across any major development that was completed on time. If it’s not a strike or shortage of materials, our winters make sure a delay is inevitable.”
“You’re in the construction industry?” she inquired.
“Not anymore,” I chuckled, “I’m in corporate law. Most of the time it’s boring and tedious, rarely do I get to have fun and rant and rave in a courtroom.”
“Hmmm… you don’t look like the type to rant and rave, Gil. You seem to be in control all the time,” she smiled.
“I gather you figured out what it is about me that you find so different?”
She flashed a coy smile and replied, “I have, and don’t look so surprised. It was only a matter of time, Gil.”
“I’m not surprised in the least, Victoria. Please, tell me,” I grinned.
Victoria took a deep breath and replied, “I will, but don’t let it go to your head. There is something very sexy about the way you talk to me. You ooze confidence and authority without being arrogant.”
“I am flattered that you find the way I talk to you, sexy. You are very close in your description.”
I reached for her glass of wine and lifted it to her lips.
“What are you doing?” she whispered as she sat back in her seat.
“Take a sip of your wine, Victoria,” I calmly replied.
She stared at me and shook her head.
“Take a sip of your wine, Victoria,” I repeated with a hint of sternness and a smile.
She hesitated a few seconds, leaned forward, parted her lips and placed them on the rim of the glass. She was transfixed as I slowly tilted the glass and allowed her take a small sip.
The waitress came to our table and placed our drinks on the table.
“Enjoy,” she said with a big smile as she glanced at Victoria as she turned away and went to serve another table.
Victoria picked up her glass and took a sip, placed it back on the table with both her hands gripping it, smiled and asked, “What do you mean by, close?”
I took a sip of wine and replied, “Dominant, better suits me.”
“You’re telling me that you’re a control freak?” she smiled and swallowed hard.
I chuckled and replied, “I don’t think anyone finds a control freak, sexy. I like being in control, yes. But, only when I have no doubt that I have properly prepared myself and have mastered the necessary skills to accept the responsibility that comes with it. If I am to lead a team, I want no doubt in their minds that they can count me, unconditionally. And, that I expect them to follow my orders down to the smallest detail.”
“You are referring to work. I was referring to Gil, outside of work,” she smiled.
“I’m very much the same in my personal life, Victoria.”
She slowly raised her glass to her lips and replied, “Intriguing.”
“More logical than intriguing, if you take into account that we all make plans and choices. I have made my share of mistakes in life. Some have cost me a marriage and my family. My ex moved to Vancouver, and I don’t see my son and daughter as much I as would like to. I gave up on achieving perfection long ago, it’s an impossible dream. But, I have learned that if one prepares properly, it is possible to minimize unwanted outcomes.”
“There is no significant other in your life right now?” she asked.
“I have friends. I do not have a significant other,” I replied.
“Dominant, I can see how that would suit you. Perhaps it was the word I was looking for,” she smiled. “You ooze dominance without being arrogant. That is a very sexy combination.”
“How has the bruise on your thigh healed?”
“Ha! You remembered. It ruined my tan,” she laughed, “I have multi shaded, speckles and splotches where the bruise was. It’s grotesque.”
“May I see them?”
“Excuse me?” she asked, visibly shocked at my request.
“Your speckles and splotches, may I see them?” I calmly repeated the question.
“Right here and now, you can’t be serious?”
I remained silent.
“We’re in a restaurant, Gil,” she snapped at me, “Very inappropriate of you to ask such a thing. I should ask you to leave.”
I had upset her, but not as much as she had let on. And she wasn’t upset at me.
“I’ll leave. Just say the words, Victoria.”
She glared at me and asked, “Why would you ask such a thing?”
“I want to see the speckles and splotches and gaze at your sexy legs again. You are an incredibly sexy woman, Victoria. I frequently think about the way you looked in your white bikini, in Cuba,” I calmly replied.
“I’m a married woman, Gil,” she replied emphasizing the word married.
“I am aware of that, Victoria.”
“And it doesn’t bother you to hit on married women? Perhaps I grossly misjudged you and your intentions,” she harshly whispered to me.
“I don’t think you’ve misjudged my intentions, and there is no way I will believe you’ve misjudged yours. Is all this anger you’re displaying directed at me, or are you angry at yourself?”
“I think you should leave, Gil,” she snapped back.
I smiled, stood up and reached for my wallet.
“Just leave, I’ll take care of the bill. I don’t want to feel like I owe you anything,” she hissed at me.
I stared at her, silent and cold. Letting her know that I did not like what she had just said to me. She looked down at her wine glass to avert my stare.
“What makes you think I want to feel like I owe you anything, Victoria?” I asked her as I placed a twenty dollar bill on the table. “That was arrogant of you and very unappealing, I am disappointed.”
“You are unbelievable! I can’t…just leave!” she fumed.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Victoria. It is a difficult choice to think about, let alone make,” I said to her as I turned and walked away.
I passed our waitress and smiled at her, thanked her and said good night.
I lit up a smoke and walked to my car, pressed down on the fob and watched the lights flash twice and heard the driver side door unlock. I opened the car door and took a long drag of my cigarette, held the smoke in my lungs and exhaled slowly. Behind me, I heard the click of heels on pavement, quickly approaching. I glanced over my left shoulder and saw Victoria walking towards me. Her gait was quick and with purpose.
Her eyes were focused and locked on me. The closer she got to me, the clearer I could see how serious she was. She had something on her mind and nothing was going to stop her from unleashing it. She stopped inches away from my car door. Her eyes were on fire. She was royally pissed off. More at herself than she was at me. The fact that I blatantly had mentioned it to her, had served only to fuel her rage.
“You son of a bitch! Is this what you want!?” she hissed as she turned and lifted her skirt over her right hip. “Go ahead, stare all you want, you arrogant prick! I’ll keep my skirt hiked up for as long as you need to get off. Take out your dick and jerk off. How dare you call me arrogant and claim I’m angry at myself! We were to meet for a drink or two, and you had to ruin it by embarrassing me. Go ahead look at my speckles and splotches and gaze at my sexy legs. I’ll stand here all night if that’s what you need to get off!”
I kept my eyes locked on hers and remained silent.
“Look, damn you! It’s what you wanted. So at least have the decency to look when I raise my skirt for you!”
“Not like this, Victoria,” I calmly and sternly replied to her rant, “Lower your skirt, please.”
“Fuck you, Gil! You have no right to tell me what to do or not to do!”
“I am very aware that I have no right to tell you what, or not to do, Victoria. I did not tell you to lift your skirt. I asked you if you would lift it for me. There’s a big difference between telling and asking. And when you asked me why, I answered truthfully.”
“What is wrong with you? You don’t think you were out of line asking that of me? You’re still a prick for embarrassing me like that!” Victoria lowered her skirt and straightened it out.
“No Victoria, I don’t think I was out of line. I am sure you get hit on all the time. However, I don’t think you react the way you are reacting to me,” I calmly replied. “Would you like to sit in my car and talk this through?”
“How many times I get hit on is none of your fucking business. There is nothing to talk through! Get that through your sick, thick skull! Fuck, I can’t believe you,” she barked at me. “How do you like it when I embarrass you? Are you embarrassed over someone seeing me chewing you out and making a scene?”
“I am not embarrassed in the least, nor am I upset in the least. I asked you if you would like to talk this through. You now made it clear that you believe there is nothing to talk through. I disagree. So, I will wait till you finish reaming my ass out and I will be on my way.”
“Don’t do me any favors. Feel free to fuck off any time you like!”
“I will, Victoria. Have no doubt about that.”
“Good, the sooner the better!”
“Before I apologize for allegedly embarrassing you, and leave, may I ask you two questions?”
“Ask away, I might or might not answer,” she barked at me.
“Fair enough. One, I am sure you could have blown me off and charmingly refused my request. We could have finished our drinks and went our separate ways. You could have waited a few days. Called me and explained that it’s not a good idea to keep in touch, and be done with me. Why didn’t you?”
“Next question, please,” she hissed.
I lit up another smoke.
“Fuck, I hate you! Would you sell me a cigarette? I don’t want anything from you.”
I passed her the smoke I had just lit. She grabbed it from my hand and took a long drag. She reached in her purse and took out a five dollar bill and placed it under the wiper on the windshield of my car.
“Thanks, Gil. Eight years since I quit smoking, look at me now.”
I ignored her remark and asked, “Two, are you upset at yourself for wanting to lift your skirt for me?”
“Really?” she hissed as she rolled her eyes and exhaled smoke.
I waited a few minutes for her to answer. She remained silent. I concluded that she wasn’t going to answer either question.
“Fair enough, Victoria. I apologize if I have embarrassed you this evening. Rest assured I won’t bother you again.”
I climbed into my car, closed the door, started the engine and turned on my wipers. Victoria watched the wind carry away the five dollar bill that she had placed under the wiper. Her facial expression changed from anger to panic, as she turned her head to follow the erratic path the wind was taking the bill on.
I put my car in gear and inched away from her.
“Wait!” Victoria shouted after me.
I gently stepped on the brake pedal and rolled down my window.
Victoria threw away the cigarette and stared at me in silence. She crossed her arms and took a step towards my car.
“Fuck. Is the offer to sit in your car and talk this through still on the table?”
“You know it is, Victoria,” I replied.
She walked around to the passenger side of my car and slid into the seat.
“May I have a minute to gather my thoughts? I’m shaking inside and out,” she asked as she closed the car door.
“Take all the time you need.”
She took a few deep breaths and rubbed her temples.
“Okay, please let me say what I have to say, and forgive me if it doesn’t follow the chronological order of tonight’s events. I am very confused and upset right now,” she said to me in shaky voice.
“I will wait till you let me know that you have said all that you have to say,” I assured her.
“Thank you. I appreciate your understanding. I didn’t want to blow you off, Gil. Or tell you that it’s best that we never see each other again. That is not what I believe or want. When you told me to sip the wine the second time, there was something in your voice that sent a shiver through me. A sexy shiver, something I never had felt before. I was confused and angry at myself because I wanted to lift my skirt for you in the pub. I got excited when you asked me to show you my speckles and splotches. I wanted you to look at my legs.
"I want you to look at me again, like you did when you held my arms, stepped back and looked at me like I was the only woman on this planet. I want you to touch me and I want to touch you. You’re right, it is a difficult choice to think about, let alone make. I don’t think you’re any of those things I called you. You make me feel sexy and desired and lusted after. I hope you can understand that this is very overwhelming for me. That’s it for now. If I think of anything else I will tell you,” she lowered her eyes to her fidgeting fingers when she finished explaining.
“I understand, Victoria,” I softly replied.
Victoria took a deep breath and looked at me. It had been oblivious that she had something else to tell me, but was hesitant to do so.
A few minutes passed, she took a deep breath and continued, “I took a shower when I got back to my hotel room the day we met. As I passed the mirrored sliding doors, I looked at my bruise and thought back to how you had stared at it. The look in your eyes got me excited. I ran my fingers over the bruise. It was still a bit tender to the touch. The slight pain excited me more. I pressed harder on it. The intense pain and the memory of the look in your eyes almost made me cum.”
She took another deep breath, exhaled and asked, “So, what happens now, Gil?”
“What do you want to happen now?”
“Fuck!” she laughed out. “I want everything and nothing to happen.”
“What do you want to happen now, Victoria?” I smiled as I asked her the question again.
She bit her lower lip and stared hard at me for a long time. Her mind raced and played out every scenario she could think of. The hardest choice she had to make was to choose to cheat on her husband. Neither of us brought it up, there was no need to.
“I’ve made my choice, Gil,” she calmly said to me.
I smiled and nodded, letting her know that I would respect whatever she had decided.
Victoria leaned towards me and kissed my lips. She opened the car door and got out. She placed her right knee on the car seat, shifted all her weight on to it, and brought her left knee on the car seat. She rested her chest on the headrest and slowly lifted her skirt. She revealed to me her speckles and splotches and sexy legs, as I had asked her to in the pub.
She raised her skirt over her hips and moaned, “Use me, I’m yours.”
I leaned over and kissed her thigh, where the bruise had disappeared from. I slipped her panties off and shoved them in her mouth. I made her stay in that position for the entire drive to her house.
When we got inside, I ordered her to lie down on her kitchen table, bring her knees to her chest and keep her legs spread wide for me. She watched as I took off my belt and folded it in half.
“Oh fuck, Gil,” she moaned over and over.
Her body twisted and jerked at the touch of leather, as I slowly slid my belt over her shaved pussy. She gasped as I raised the belt and brought it down hard between her legs. A loud, sharp smack filled the air. Victoria let out a long shrieking cry. Her body shook violently in orgasm.
When her orgasm subsided, she begged, “More, I want more.”
She is a pain slut.
That is how our relationship started.
I am brutal with her when we are alone.
I listened to her breathing for a minute and hung up the phone.
She had left her front door unlocked for me. I opened the door, entered and locked it behind me. I heard the patter of bare feet, coming from behind the wall that separates her hall way and living room. Victoria appeared from behind the wall, naked and still breathing hard. She stood deathly still, waiting for me to call her to me.
My heart races every time I see her.
“Come to me, Victoria,” I called to her.
She ran into my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it, taking it deep into her mouth. She released my tongue and placed sharp kisses on my lips, cheeks, chin and forehead.
“I need you so much, I love you so much,” she panted between kisses.
I slid my hands to her ass and pulled her pussy to my swelling cock.
“Yessss, please use your whore, Sir!” she moaned.
My hands slid from her firm, soft ass to her waist. In one motion, I turned her around and slid my hands to her large breasts and squeezed them hard against her chest. I sunk my teeth into her slender shoulder and sucked on her flesh. Victoria shivered and moaned as she brought her hands to the back of my head and pulled it into her shoulder. She wanted my teeth deeper in her flesh. I bit down harder and she quivered and moaned in approval.
I placed my left hand under her left breast and squeezed it hard. The top of her breast swelled outwards. I slapped her breast hard. Victoria moaned and pushed her ass against my hard, throbbing cock. Another hard slap found her breast. More moans gurgled in her throat. I slapped her hard, pink nipple five times and released her breast. I slid my right knee between her legs and forced them apart. I grabbed her pussy and squeezed it hard, sinking my nails into her soft folds.
“Did you play with your cunt and clit, while you were waiting for me, Victoria?” I growled in a low voice into her ear.
“Uhhhhhn…No, Sir,” she panted.
“Did you play with your tits and nipples, while you were waiting for me, Victoria?”
“Noooooo, Sir.”
“Did you play with your ass, while you were waiting for me, Victoria?”
“N-n-n-o, Sir.”
“Good girl,” I whispered.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied and spread her legs wider for me.
“I am a bit sad, Victoria,” I whispered in her ear and softly kissed her neck.
“Please don’t be sad, Sir,” she pleaded.
“The beautiful bruises and marks I adorned you with, have all disappeared, Victoria,” I softly whispered. “How can I not be sad, knowing how much you miss them?”
“I do miss them, Sir, very much. I love your beautiful gifts,” she moaned from deep in her throat.
“Take off my belt, Victoria,” I ordered between kisses and bites on her neck and shoulders.
Squirming, she reached behind her, undid my belt and pulled it free. I grabbed the belt from her, wrapped it around her wrists, behind her back.
“Come with me, my beautiful whore,” I ordered and made her walk backwards towards her kitchen.
I pushed her ass against the electric range, reached between her legs and grabbed the end of the belt. I yanked the end of the belt upwards. Victoria screamed when the hard leather slipped between her pussy lips and bit hard into her wet, soft flesh. I kissed her lips gently and slowly ran my tongue over them. I lowered my hand and released the pressure of the belt digging into her. She shook and moaned and kissed me back, just as gently as I was kissing her.
I yanked hard on the belt again and let it bite into her. Victoria gasped and kept kissing my gently.
“I’m going to cum, Sir,” she panted into my mouth.
I lowered my hand and yanked it upwards, one more time. Victoria’s mouth flew open, her lower lip pressed between my parted lips. She tensed up and quivered from head to toe. I watched as her orgasm shot through her, increase in intensity, and finally subside.
“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred.
I smiled at her and let go of the belt, turned her around and shoved her chest onto the shiny, black glass surface of the electric range. I reached under her chest and pulled her breasts apart, till each breast was pressed on to one of the front burners.
“Spread your legs and don’t move,” I snarled.
She obeyed immediately. I placed the fingertips of my left hand on the burner next to her left breast. Reached with my right hand and turned the left burner on. A low hum signaled the element was heating up and a soft red glow lit up under her left breast.
Victoria panted, "Fuck!”
I slapped her ass and snarled, “Keep still and quiet.”
I felt her body tense up and her breathing was quick and deep. The heat from the burner steadily increased, I counted to myself, fifteen seconds had passed and the heat was beginning to be uncomfortable on my flesh. Victoria tried to lift herself off the element. I leaned into her and kept her pinned down. I turned the left burner off.
"Keep still or I won't turn on the other burner," I sternly ordered.
"Yes, Sir," she moaned softly.
Her nipples are extremely sensitive, she told me that she can make herself cum, if she plays with them long enough.
I turned on the right burner and counted in my head. When I reached fifteen, I turned the burner off.
“Did you like that, Victoria?” I smirked.
She moaned and rubbed her breasts on the warm surface of the stove.
I unwrapped my belt from her wrists and I slid my hand down her back and over her pussy. Her inner folds were drenched with her juices.
“Your cunt is telling me that you did,” I teased her. “Turn around and face me, Victoria.”
She obeyed. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. She put up a short, weak struggle, trying to convince me that she was mad at me.
“You sacred me! I hate you,” she pouted.
I gently grabbed her shoulders and stepped back. I admired the oval, pink marks the heat from the burners had left on her breasts and said, “You do not hate me, Victoria.”
Victoria lowered her head and smiled.
“On your knees, whore,” I ordered.
She lowered herself to her knees in front of me and placed her hands on her lap.
“Kiss my cock.”
She looked up at me, reached for my cock, grabbed the base through my pants and lovingly kissed it.
“I love your cock, Sir,” she moaned as she switched hands, squeezed the swollen head and kissed my balls.
Her eyes widened as she watched me fold the belt.
“Take out my cock, whore,” I sneered.
She nodded her head and undid my zipper. She reached into my pants, pulled out my thick, fully erect cock and kissed the throbbing head. Slowly she pumped her fist up and down the shaft, pulled the skin back and watched wide eyed, as the head swelled.
“Suck it.”
Victoria opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head. She sucked gently as she lowered her head and buried my cock, balls deep in her mouth. Slowly she pulled her head back and sucked harder, as my cock left her warm mouth.
When she had the full length of my cock in her throat and mouth again, I raised my arm and brought the belt down hard across her back. She gave out a whimper as her body twitched. A red, thick welt appeared on her back. I struck her again, harder. Another welt appeared on her pale skin. Her shoulders dipped and she threw her head back. She moaned and sucked my left ball into mouth. Her fist pumped my cock harder.
I raised my arm and brought the belt down across her right ass cheek.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” she whimpered as my ball popped out of her mouth.
Her eyes were beginning to glaze over. She was headed into sub space. I continued to whip her ass and back. Victoria had stopped pumping my cock after half a dozen blows. She was no longer in control of her senses. Her head was resting on my right thigh. Her ass and back, was almost completely covered with welts and red lines.
A few more stinging blows from the belt and she would cum again. I leaned forward and extended my arm for the next blow. With the intention of having the belt hit her soaked pussy. When the belt struck her pussy, Victoria crumbled to the floor and rolled on to her side moaning in ecstasy. I rolled her on to her back with my foot, walked around and stood over her, my feet on either side of her head. I aimed the belt at her left breast and whipped it downwards. Her shoulders came off the floor and her head flailed back. I struck her right breast, twice, in quick succession. I landed the last blow square between her legs. Victoria screamed and shook and squeezed her legs together. She came hard and long.
I walked to the couch, stripped naked and sat down. I watched as she squirmed and panted and slowly regained her senses. She spotted me on the couch and smiled as she ran her hands over the welts on her breasts and pussy.
“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred in a low voice.
“Come here like a good whore and finish what you started,” I ordered in a low rumbling voice.
Victoria got up on her hands and knees and slowly crawled to me. When she reached me, she remained on her hands and knees, and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked it deep into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down and side to side. She quickened the pace of her sucking. My cum was her reward and she didn’t want to wait to have it fill her waiting mouth.
When she felt my cock begin swell, she sucked harder and ran her lips over the head of my cock. I grunted and grabbed the arm rests of the couch. She sucked harder and bobbed faster, I could feel her teeth graze the head of my cock. Her spit dripped from her mouth and ran down my shaft and balls.
I screamed as I came. My cock exploded and filled her mouth. Victoria kept sucking till my cock was sucked dry. She didn’t swallow my cum. She waited for me to look at her. When I did, she placed her hands on her lap, tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, to show me her cum filled mouth.
“Swallow it, my beautiful whore,” I panted.
With a grin on her face she hungrily swallowed her reward.
I stood up and lifted her to her feet by her hair, placed my knee between her legs and forced her to kneel on the couch. I was still rock hard. I pulled her head back and rested my fist, full of her hair, on the middle of her back. Her breasts were pressed hard against the back of the couch. I slapped her ass and slammed my cock into her pussy.
Victoria moaned, “Uhnnn!” as the air was punched out of her lungs from my hips crashing into her ass.
I withdrew my cock and slammed it harder back inside her. My cock, spread and punished her pussy. I slowly picked up the pace and force of each thrust. Her mouth was frozen open.
She sputtered, “Uhhhn, uhhhn, uhhhn, uhhhn, uhhhn,” in a quick staccato rhythm that matched each of my thrusts.
“Squeeze my cock with your cunt, whore!” I growled when I felt my cock stiffen and my balls tighten.
Victoria moaned and squeezed my cock from deep inside her
“Fill your whore, Sir, please give me your cum,” she gasped.
“Ahhh fuuuck!” I growled.
I exploded again, filling Victoria’s pussy. I pulled her head farther back and crushed her lips with mine, as my cock pumped her full of my seed. I kept my cock inside her till it became flaccid and popped out of Victoria’s cum filled pussy.
I sat down, Victoria slid off the couch and sat on the floor in between my legs. She rested her right arm on my left thigh and took my cock in her left hand. She sucked and licked it clean of our mixed cum and juices.
“I love what you do to me and how you fuck me, Sir,” she purred as she kissed my cock from tip to balls. “Will you be spending the weekend with your whore, Sir?”
I looked down at her and smiled, “Yes,” as I brushed her hair off her cheek.
I felt the insistent urgency and need in her voice. It was consuming her. The pounding of heart could be heard in her voice and breath.
We met over a year ago on a sunny afternoon in Cuba. She was on vacation with her husband and a few close friends. I was there attending a business conference. I spotted her at an outdoor bar on the beach, chatting with her girlfriends. She was wearing a white bikini and an oversized yellow straw hat. I sat down two chairs away from her. My eyes honed in on a deep, purple and yellow bruise high on her right thigh. It was a perfect circle and the size of a tennis ball. She turned in her seat and watched me as I sat down.
“Baseball,” she said to me with a smile.
I smiled back at her and nodded my head in a silent reply. I turned to the bartender and ordered a shot of Jack Daniels.
“You were staring at my bruise,” she added.
“I was staring at your bruise,” I replied in a matter of fact tone.
“I wasn’t staring only at your bruise,” I thought to myself.
She giggled and replied, “I find it refreshing that you didn’t blush or lose your composure or try to deny it.”
I winked at her and replied, “I find it refreshing that you didn’t try to cover yourself up, roll your eyes and turn your back to me, when you noticed that I was staring.”
My wink and comment had caught her off guard. A quizzical look flashed across her face.
She stared at me in silence for a moment and introduced herself, “I’m Victoria, by the way.”
“I’m Gil, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Victoria.”
“Hi Gil,” Victoria giggled.
The bartender poured me shot and placed the glass in front of me. I paid for the drink and told him to keep the change.
“Line drive?” I asked her as I lowered my eyes to the beautiful mark on her skin.
“What?” she asked as she leaned towards me.
“Your bruise, were you hit by a line drive?” I smiled, “You know, a powerfully hit ball that travels in the air and relatively close to and parallel with the ground.”
Victoria chuckled and replied, “Nothing so spectacular. I tripped and landed on a ball at a company baseball game. I’m a klutz. It’s a good thing you’re two chairs away from me, Gil. Or you’d probably be wearing your drink on your shorts.”
“Small price to pay,” I grinned.
Victoria stared at me in silence again for a moment and said, “There is something about you, Gil. I can’t quite put my finger on it just yet.” She leaned towards me and whispered, “You have a very nice smile, Gil.”
“There is something about you, Victoria, that makes me want to leave bruises and rope marks on your near perfect body,” I thought to myself.
I leaned towards her, looked her in her eyes and whispered, “Thank you,” I paused and made sure I had her full attention and added, “You have a very nice bruise.”
“Thank you, I think,” she replied clearing her throat and taking a long sip of her drink.
She turned to her friends and introduced them to me.
She patted the chair next to her, “Come sit next to me, Gil. I promise I’ll behave,” she blushed as soon as the words left her lips.
I stared at her breasts as they jiggled and danced as she patted the stool.
My eyes darted from her breasts to the wedding band on her finger. Victoria noticed, as I hoped she would have.
“Our husbands rented a boat and will be fishing all day,” she informed me with a friendly smile.
“Ladies, I would love to stay and chat over a few drinks, but, I have to pack. I have to be at the airport in a few hours. I came here on business, unfortunately.”
“Where is home for you, Gil?” Victoria asked.
“Toronto,” I answered.
She reached in her beach bag and pulled out a pen and handed it to me. I looked at the logo imprinted on it. I recognized the logo. It was from a prestigious property management company in Toronto.
“Small world,” I grinned.
I lifted my glass, nodded to Victoria and downed the rest of my drink.
“Have a safe trip home, Gil.”
“Enjoy your vacation. It was a pleasure meeting you, Victoria. Perhaps, we will run into each other in Toronto.”
“I look forward to that day,” she grinned and winked at me.
I leaned in close to her, our faces inches apart and whispered, “Be careful what you wish for, Victoria,” and winked back at her.
I thought of her on the flight home. How the skimpy white bikini had barely covered her breasts and pussy. Her bikini top lifted her breasts and held them loosely in place. How her breasts would jiggle when she laughed. Her bikini bottom left most of her hips and firm ass cheeks on display. And that bruise, that beautiful bruise on her delicate skin. I wanted to adorn her soft flesh with my rope, bruises and marks.
My cock throbbed for her. I imagined Victoria completely submitting to me. Completely giving her mind and body to me, to do what I pleased with. Her breasts bound cruelly tight and her wrists tied behind her back. Her legs bound and spread apart. I imagined how she would willingly and hungrily obey me, how I would make her cum. Rope marks, bruises and welts adorning her beautiful form. I wanted her body as my canvas to paint my desires on, and mark her as mine.
Two weeks had passed since I had met her. I decided to call the phone number on the pen and ask to speak to Victoria. The receptionist politely informed me that Victoria was in a meeting and asked if I would like to leave a voice mail for her. I asked if she would let Victoria know I called and for her to call me back when she had a moment. She assured me she would relay my message.
A few hours later my cell phone rang. The screen displayed the number of the person calling in big white numbers. The area code and first three digits were the same as the numbers on the pen Victoria had given me. I let the call go to voicemail.
A short high pitched chime from my cell phone announced that Victoria had left a voice message. I stared at my phone for a few minutes. Images of Victoria in her white bikini ran through my mind. My cock strained against my pants. I shifted in my chair and listened to her message.
“Hi Gil, what a pleasant surprise it was to hear from you. So sorry I missed your call. I just got out of a meeting. It is ten fifteen. Call my cell when you get the chance. I am stepping out of the office for the rest of the morning. I would love to say hello to you.”
I called Victoria’s cell. She answered on the first ring.
“Hello.”
“Hello Victoria, how are you?”
“Gil! Hi, I am well. It’s so nice to hear from you. How are you?”
“I am fine. I only have a few minutes to talk. Mondays are always very busy for me,” I explained quickly, “I was wondering if you would be available to meet for lunch one day this week.”
There was a short pause before she answered, “Lunch sounds great, but, I am afraid I will be far too busy to meet for lunch anytime soon. I am working on a new contract for a retail development project. I have a very tight deadline.”
“Meet me for dinner,” I smiled into the phone.
Another short pause before she answered, “I am not sure about dinner. My husband will be leaving for Dallas next week. He’ll be gone for a month and then will be travelling back and forth for at least six more months.”
“Breakfast then,” I chuckled into the phone.
Victoria laughed and replied, “I still can’t figure out what it is about you that is so different from anyone I have met. You intrigue me, Gil. I can picture you smiling as you talk to me.”
“Apologies, Victoria. I have to run. If you are able to meet me anytime soon, please call to let me know. Have a nice day.”
“I will, you have a great day too, Gil. Thank you for calling.”
A few days after our phone conversation I received a text message from Victoria, while I was having an early dinner at a restaurant close to my office.
Victoria had texted, “Leaving the airport, thought of you and I don’t know why,” with a smiley face at the end of the message.
I called Victoria’s cell.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Hello, Victoria.”
“Hi Gil, I hope I didn’t disturb you with my text message.”
“You did not disturb me, Victoria. I was very pleased to have received a text from you. Are you able to meet for drinks?”
“I haven’t eaten since this morning, Gil. Drinks would put me to sleep,” she laughed.
“I have just finished dinner, bad timing for us once again.”
A long silence fell between us.
Victoria broke the silence and asked, “Perhaps we could meet somewhere and I could grab a quick bite?” She paused a moment and added, “I would like to see you again.”
“Name the place, Victoria.”
“Great! 1201 Britannia Road West, Yorkshire Arms British Pub,” she excitedly provided me the details of where to meet her.
Britannia Road is very close to the airport. I was downtown and close to the expressway.
“I am about thirty minutes away from there, see you soon Victoria.”
“See you soon, then,” she cheerfully replied.
I turned into the parking lot of the pub and spotted Victoria sitting at a table for two, behind the windowed facade. Her hair was dark, wavy and long. When I had met her it was tucked neatly under her hat. She sat up straight when she spotted my headlights and her eyes followed my car as I drove past. My Audi has tinted windows. She hadn’t been able to see who was driving the car. I parked my car facing the pub and watched Victoria. Lit up a smoke and made her wait for me.
She was visibly anxious. She checked her phone, took out a pocket mirror and applied more lipstick. She turned her head from side to side and fixed her hair. I wondered if she was aroused and if her pussy was tingling and wet. My cock grew stiffer as I watched Victoria squirm with anticipation.
I finished the cigarette and headed to the pub. Victoria spotted me she smiled and waved. I made my way to her table, smiled back and said hello to her.
She stood up, hugged me and replied, “Hello stranger. Finally, we meet again.”
I gently gripped her arms, stepped back and looked her over. She lowered her head slightly and smiled. She was dressed in a semi-short black skirt with matching open toe pumps. Her legs were bare. The blouse she had on was dark orange and unbuttoned just enough to show a bit of her black bra and a lot of her cleavage. Her black jacket was draped neatly over the back of her chair.
“It’s good to see you again. You look very different from the last time I saw you, Victoria.”
She laughed and replied, “As do you. I have tried picturing you in a suit and tie. It’s nice to finally have my curiosity quenched.”
I motioned her to sit as I pulled out her chair.
“Thank you,” she said as she lowered herself into the chair.
The waitress approached our table as I sat down. She asked if I needed a menu.
“No thank you. Another glass of wine for the lady, if she so desires and one for me, please,” I politely replied.
Victoria thought about ordering another drink for a few seconds and decided, “Just one more, please.”
The waitress openly smiled at Victoria, letting her know that she had picked up on her attraction to me. Victoria blushed a bit and smiled back. The waitress winked at Victoria and said she would be right back with our drinks.
“How is the retail property project coming along?” I asked not letting on that I had noticed her unspoken communication with the waitress.
“It’s a disaster. The construction is six weeks behind. There’s a shortage of copper, apparently,” she sighed.
“There’s nothing new on that front, Victoria. I have yet to come across any major development that was completed on time. If it’s not a strike or shortage of materials, our winters make sure a delay is inevitable.”
“You’re in the construction industry?” she inquired.
“Not anymore,” I chuckled, “I’m in corporate law. Most of the time it’s boring and tedious, rarely do I get to have fun and rant and rave in a courtroom.”
“Hmmm… you don’t look like the type to rant and rave, Gil. You seem to be in control all the time,” she smiled.
“I gather you figured out what it is about me that you find so different?”
She flashed a coy smile and replied, “I have, and don’t look so surprised. It was only a matter of time, Gil.”
“I’m not surprised in the least, Victoria. Please, tell me,” I grinned.
Victoria took a deep breath and replied, “I will, but don’t let it go to your head. There is something very sexy about the way you talk to me. You ooze confidence and authority without being arrogant.”
“I am flattered that you find the way I talk to you, sexy. You are very close in your description.”
I reached for her glass of wine and lifted it to her lips.
“What are you doing?” she whispered as she sat back in her seat.
“Take a sip of your wine, Victoria,” I calmly replied.
She stared at me and shook her head.
“Take a sip of your wine, Victoria,” I repeated with a hint of sternness and a smile.
She hesitated a few seconds, leaned forward, parted her lips and placed them on the rim of the glass. She was transfixed as I slowly tilted the glass and allowed her take a small sip.
The waitress came to our table and placed our drinks on the table.
“Enjoy,” she said with a big smile as she glanced at Victoria as she turned away and went to serve another table.
Victoria picked up her glass and took a sip, placed it back on the table with both her hands gripping it, smiled and asked, “What do you mean by, close?”
I took a sip of wine and replied, “Dominant, better suits me.”
“You’re telling me that you’re a control freak?” she smiled and swallowed hard.
I chuckled and replied, “I don’t think anyone finds a control freak, sexy. I like being in control, yes. But, only when I have no doubt that I have properly prepared myself and have mastered the necessary skills to accept the responsibility that comes with it. If I am to lead a team, I want no doubt in their minds that they can count me, unconditionally. And, that I expect them to follow my orders down to the smallest detail.”
“You are referring to work. I was referring to Gil, outside of work,” she smiled.
“I’m very much the same in my personal life, Victoria.”
She slowly raised her glass to her lips and replied, “Intriguing.”
“More logical than intriguing, if you take into account that we all make plans and choices. I have made my share of mistakes in life. Some have cost me a marriage and my family. My ex moved to Vancouver, and I don’t see my son and daughter as much I as would like to. I gave up on achieving perfection long ago, it’s an impossible dream. But, I have learned that if one prepares properly, it is possible to minimize unwanted outcomes.”
“There is no significant other in your life right now?” she asked.
“I have friends. I do not have a significant other,” I replied.
“Dominant, I can see how that would suit you. Perhaps it was the word I was looking for,” she smiled. “You ooze dominance without being arrogant. That is a very sexy combination.”
“How has the bruise on your thigh healed?”
“Ha! You remembered. It ruined my tan,” she laughed, “I have multi shaded, speckles and splotches where the bruise was. It’s grotesque.”
“May I see them?”
“Excuse me?” she asked, visibly shocked at my request.
“Your speckles and splotches, may I see them?” I calmly repeated the question.
“Right here and now, you can’t be serious?”
I remained silent.
“We’re in a restaurant, Gil,” she snapped at me, “Very inappropriate of you to ask such a thing. I should ask you to leave.”
I had upset her, but not as much as she had let on. And she wasn’t upset at me.
“I’ll leave. Just say the words, Victoria.”
She glared at me and asked, “Why would you ask such a thing?”
“I want to see the speckles and splotches and gaze at your sexy legs again. You are an incredibly sexy woman, Victoria. I frequently think about the way you looked in your white bikini, in Cuba,” I calmly replied.
“I’m a married woman, Gil,” she replied emphasizing the word married.
“I am aware of that, Victoria.”
“And it doesn’t bother you to hit on married women? Perhaps I grossly misjudged you and your intentions,” she harshly whispered to me.
“I don’t think you’ve misjudged my intentions, and there is no way I will believe you’ve misjudged yours. Is all this anger you’re displaying directed at me, or are you angry at yourself?”
“I think you should leave, Gil,” she snapped back.
I smiled, stood up and reached for my wallet.
“Just leave, I’ll take care of the bill. I don’t want to feel like I owe you anything,” she hissed at me.
I stared at her, silent and cold. Letting her know that I did not like what she had just said to me. She looked down at her wine glass to avert my stare.
“What makes you think I want to feel like I owe you anything, Victoria?” I asked her as I placed a twenty dollar bill on the table. “That was arrogant of you and very unappealing, I am disappointed.”
“You are unbelievable! I can’t…just leave!” she fumed.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Victoria. It is a difficult choice to think about, let alone make,” I said to her as I turned and walked away.
I passed our waitress and smiled at her, thanked her and said good night.
I lit up a smoke and walked to my car, pressed down on the fob and watched the lights flash twice and heard the driver side door unlock. I opened the car door and took a long drag of my cigarette, held the smoke in my lungs and exhaled slowly. Behind me, I heard the click of heels on pavement, quickly approaching. I glanced over my left shoulder and saw Victoria walking towards me. Her gait was quick and with purpose.
Her eyes were focused and locked on me. The closer she got to me, the clearer I could see how serious she was. She had something on her mind and nothing was going to stop her from unleashing it. She stopped inches away from my car door. Her eyes were on fire. She was royally pissed off. More at herself than she was at me. The fact that I blatantly had mentioned it to her, had served only to fuel her rage.
“You son of a bitch! Is this what you want!?” she hissed as she turned and lifted her skirt over her right hip. “Go ahead, stare all you want, you arrogant prick! I’ll keep my skirt hiked up for as long as you need to get off. Take out your dick and jerk off. How dare you call me arrogant and claim I’m angry at myself! We were to meet for a drink or two, and you had to ruin it by embarrassing me. Go ahead look at my speckles and splotches and gaze at my sexy legs. I’ll stand here all night if that’s what you need to get off!”
I kept my eyes locked on hers and remained silent.
“Look, damn you! It’s what you wanted. So at least have the decency to look when I raise my skirt for you!”
“Not like this, Victoria,” I calmly and sternly replied to her rant, “Lower your skirt, please.”
“Fuck you, Gil! You have no right to tell me what to do or not to do!”
“I am very aware that I have no right to tell you what, or not to do, Victoria. I did not tell you to lift your skirt. I asked you if you would lift it for me. There’s a big difference between telling and asking. And when you asked me why, I answered truthfully.”
“What is wrong with you? You don’t think you were out of line asking that of me? You’re still a prick for embarrassing me like that!” Victoria lowered her skirt and straightened it out.
“No Victoria, I don’t think I was out of line. I am sure you get hit on all the time. However, I don’t think you react the way you are reacting to me,” I calmly replied. “Would you like to sit in my car and talk this through?”
“How many times I get hit on is none of your fucking business. There is nothing to talk through! Get that through your sick, thick skull! Fuck, I can’t believe you,” she barked at me. “How do you like it when I embarrass you? Are you embarrassed over someone seeing me chewing you out and making a scene?”
“I am not embarrassed in the least, nor am I upset in the least. I asked you if you would like to talk this through. You now made it clear that you believe there is nothing to talk through. I disagree. So, I will wait till you finish reaming my ass out and I will be on my way.”
“Don’t do me any favors. Feel free to fuck off any time you like!”
“I will, Victoria. Have no doubt about that.”
“Good, the sooner the better!”
“Before I apologize for allegedly embarrassing you, and leave, may I ask you two questions?”
“Ask away, I might or might not answer,” she barked at me.
“Fair enough. One, I am sure you could have blown me off and charmingly refused my request. We could have finished our drinks and went our separate ways. You could have waited a few days. Called me and explained that it’s not a good idea to keep in touch, and be done with me. Why didn’t you?”
“Next question, please,” she hissed.
I lit up another smoke.
“Fuck, I hate you! Would you sell me a cigarette? I don’t want anything from you.”
I passed her the smoke I had just lit. She grabbed it from my hand and took a long drag. She reached in her purse and took out a five dollar bill and placed it under the wiper on the windshield of my car.
“Thanks, Gil. Eight years since I quit smoking, look at me now.”
I ignored her remark and asked, “Two, are you upset at yourself for wanting to lift your skirt for me?”
“Really?” she hissed as she rolled her eyes and exhaled smoke.
I waited a few minutes for her to answer. She remained silent. I concluded that she wasn’t going to answer either question.
“Fair enough, Victoria. I apologize if I have embarrassed you this evening. Rest assured I won’t bother you again.”
I climbed into my car, closed the door, started the engine and turned on my wipers. Victoria watched the wind carry away the five dollar bill that she had placed under the wiper. Her facial expression changed from anger to panic, as she turned her head to follow the erratic path the wind was taking the bill on.
I put my car in gear and inched away from her.
“Wait!” Victoria shouted after me.
I gently stepped on the brake pedal and rolled down my window.
Victoria threw away the cigarette and stared at me in silence. She crossed her arms and took a step towards my car.
“Fuck. Is the offer to sit in your car and talk this through still on the table?”
“You know it is, Victoria,” I replied.
She walked around to the passenger side of my car and slid into the seat.
“May I have a minute to gather my thoughts? I’m shaking inside and out,” she asked as she closed the car door.
“Take all the time you need.”
She took a few deep breaths and rubbed her temples.
“Okay, please let me say what I have to say, and forgive me if it doesn’t follow the chronological order of tonight’s events. I am very confused and upset right now,” she said to me in shaky voice.
“I will wait till you let me know that you have said all that you have to say,” I assured her.
“Thank you. I appreciate your understanding. I didn’t want to blow you off, Gil. Or tell you that it’s best that we never see each other again. That is not what I believe or want. When you told me to sip the wine the second time, there was something in your voice that sent a shiver through me. A sexy shiver, something I never had felt before. I was confused and angry at myself because I wanted to lift my skirt for you in the pub. I got excited when you asked me to show you my speckles and splotches. I wanted you to look at my legs.
"I want you to look at me again, like you did when you held my arms, stepped back and looked at me like I was the only woman on this planet. I want you to touch me and I want to touch you. You’re right, it is a difficult choice to think about, let alone make. I don’t think you’re any of those things I called you. You make me feel sexy and desired and lusted after. I hope you can understand that this is very overwhelming for me. That’s it for now. If I think of anything else I will tell you,” she lowered her eyes to her fidgeting fingers when she finished explaining.
“I understand, Victoria,” I softly replied.
Victoria took a deep breath and looked at me. It had been oblivious that she had something else to tell me, but was hesitant to do so.
A few minutes passed, she took a deep breath and continued, “I took a shower when I got back to my hotel room the day we met. As I passed the mirrored sliding doors, I looked at my bruise and thought back to how you had stared at it. The look in your eyes got me excited. I ran my fingers over the bruise. It was still a bit tender to the touch. The slight pain excited me more. I pressed harder on it. The intense pain and the memory of the look in your eyes almost made me cum.”
She took another deep breath, exhaled and asked, “So, what happens now, Gil?”
“What do you want to happen now?”
“Fuck!” she laughed out. “I want everything and nothing to happen.”
“What do you want to happen now, Victoria?” I smiled as I asked her the question again.
She bit her lower lip and stared hard at me for a long time. Her mind raced and played out every scenario she could think of. The hardest choice she had to make was to choose to cheat on her husband. Neither of us brought it up, there was no need to.
“I’ve made my choice, Gil,” she calmly said to me.
I smiled and nodded, letting her know that I would respect whatever she had decided.
Victoria leaned towards me and kissed my lips. She opened the car door and got out. She placed her right knee on the car seat, shifted all her weight on to it, and brought her left knee on the car seat. She rested her chest on the headrest and slowly lifted her skirt. She revealed to me her speckles and splotches and sexy legs, as I had asked her to in the pub.
She raised her skirt over her hips and moaned, “Use me, I’m yours.”
I leaned over and kissed her thigh, where the bruise had disappeared from. I slipped her panties off and shoved them in her mouth. I made her stay in that position for the entire drive to her house.
When we got inside, I ordered her to lie down on her kitchen table, bring her knees to her chest and keep her legs spread wide for me. She watched as I took off my belt and folded it in half.
“Oh fuck, Gil,” she moaned over and over.
Her body twisted and jerked at the touch of leather, as I slowly slid my belt over her shaved pussy. She gasped as I raised the belt and brought it down hard between her legs. A loud, sharp smack filled the air. Victoria let out a long shrieking cry. Her body shook violently in orgasm.
When her orgasm subsided, she begged, “More, I want more.”
She is a pain slut.
That is how our relationship started.
I am brutal with her when we are alone.
I listened to her breathing for a minute and hung up the phone.
She had left her front door unlocked for me. I opened the door, entered and locked it behind me. I heard the patter of bare feet, coming from behind the wall that separates her hall way and living room. Victoria appeared from behind the wall, naked and still breathing hard. She stood deathly still, waiting for me to call her to me.
My heart races every time I see her.
“Come to me, Victoria,” I called to her.
She ran into my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it, taking it deep into her mouth. She released my tongue and placed sharp kisses on my lips, cheeks, chin and forehead.
“I need you so much, I love you so much,” she panted between kisses.
I slid my hands to her ass and pulled her pussy to my swelling cock.
“Yessss, please use your whore, Sir!” she moaned.
My hands slid from her firm, soft ass to her waist. In one motion, I turned her around and slid my hands to her large breasts and squeezed them hard against her chest. I sunk my teeth into her slender shoulder and sucked on her flesh. Victoria shivered and moaned as she brought her hands to the back of my head and pulled it into her shoulder. She wanted my teeth deeper in her flesh. I bit down harder and she quivered and moaned in approval.
I placed my left hand under her left breast and squeezed it hard. The top of her breast swelled outwards. I slapped her breast hard. Victoria moaned and pushed her ass against my hard, throbbing cock. Another hard slap found her breast. More moans gurgled in her throat. I slapped her hard, pink nipple five times and released her breast. I slid my right knee between her legs and forced them apart. I grabbed her pussy and squeezed it hard, sinking my nails into her soft folds.
“Did you play with your cunt and clit, while you were waiting for me, Victoria?” I growled in a low voice into her ear.
“Uhhhhhn…No, Sir,” she panted.
“Did you play with your tits and nipples, while you were waiting for me, Victoria?”
“Noooooo, Sir.”
“Did you play with your ass, while you were waiting for me, Victoria?”
“N-n-n-o, Sir.”
“Good girl,” I whispered.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied and spread her legs wider for me.
“I am a bit sad, Victoria,” I whispered in her ear and softly kissed her neck.
“Please don’t be sad, Sir,” she pleaded.
“The beautiful bruises and marks I adorned you with, have all disappeared, Victoria,” I softly whispered. “How can I not be sad, knowing how much you miss them?”
“I do miss them, Sir, very much. I love your beautiful gifts,” she moaned from deep in her throat.
“Take off my belt, Victoria,” I ordered between kisses and bites on her neck and shoulders.
Squirming, she reached behind her, undid my belt and pulled it free. I grabbed the belt from her, wrapped it around her wrists, behind her back.
“Come with me, my beautiful whore,” I ordered and made her walk backwards towards her kitchen.
I pushed her ass against the electric range, reached between her legs and grabbed the end of the belt. I yanked the end of the belt upwards. Victoria screamed when the hard leather slipped between her pussy lips and bit hard into her wet, soft flesh. I kissed her lips gently and slowly ran my tongue over them. I lowered my hand and released the pressure of the belt digging into her. She shook and moaned and kissed me back, just as gently as I was kissing her.
I yanked hard on the belt again and let it bite into her. Victoria gasped and kept kissing my gently.
“I’m going to cum, Sir,” she panted into my mouth.
I lowered my hand and yanked it upwards, one more time. Victoria’s mouth flew open, her lower lip pressed between my parted lips. She tensed up and quivered from head to toe. I watched as her orgasm shot through her, increase in intensity, and finally subside.
“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred.
I smiled at her and let go of the belt, turned her around and shoved her chest onto the shiny, black glass surface of the electric range. I reached under her chest and pulled her breasts apart, till each breast was pressed on to one of the front burners.
“Spread your legs and don’t move,” I snarled.
She obeyed immediately. I placed the fingertips of my left hand on the burner next to her left breast. Reached with my right hand and turned the left burner on. A low hum signaled the element was heating up and a soft red glow lit up under her left breast.
Victoria panted, "Fuck!”
I slapped her ass and snarled, “Keep still and quiet.”
I felt her body tense up and her breathing was quick and deep. The heat from the burner steadily increased, I counted to myself, fifteen seconds had passed and the heat was beginning to be uncomfortable on my flesh. Victoria tried to lift herself off the element. I leaned into her and kept her pinned down. I turned the left burner off.
"Keep still or I won't turn on the other burner," I sternly ordered.
"Yes, Sir," she moaned softly.
Her nipples are extremely sensitive, she told me that she can make herself cum, if she plays with them long enough.
I turned on the right burner and counted in my head. When I reached fifteen, I turned the burner off.
“Did you like that, Victoria?” I smirked.
She moaned and rubbed her breasts on the warm surface of the stove.
I unwrapped my belt from her wrists and I slid my hand down her back and over her pussy. Her inner folds were drenched with her juices.
“Your cunt is telling me that you did,” I teased her. “Turn around and face me, Victoria.”
She obeyed. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. She put up a short, weak struggle, trying to convince me that she was mad at me.
“You sacred me! I hate you,” she pouted.
I gently grabbed her shoulders and stepped back. I admired the oval, pink marks the heat from the burners had left on her breasts and said, “You do not hate me, Victoria.”
Victoria lowered her head and smiled.
“On your knees, whore,” I ordered.
She lowered herself to her knees in front of me and placed her hands on her lap.
“Kiss my cock.”
She looked up at me, reached for my cock, grabbed the base through my pants and lovingly kissed it.
“I love your cock, Sir,” she moaned as she switched hands, squeezed the swollen head and kissed my balls.
Her eyes widened as she watched me fold the belt.
“Take out my cock, whore,” I sneered.
She nodded her head and undid my zipper. She reached into my pants, pulled out my thick, fully erect cock and kissed the throbbing head. Slowly she pumped her fist up and down the shaft, pulled the skin back and watched wide eyed, as the head swelled.
“Suck it.”
Victoria opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head. She sucked gently as she lowered her head and buried my cock, balls deep in her mouth. Slowly she pulled her head back and sucked harder, as my cock left her warm mouth.
When she had the full length of my cock in her throat and mouth again, I raised my arm and brought the belt down hard across her back. She gave out a whimper as her body twitched. A red, thick welt appeared on her back. I struck her again, harder. Another welt appeared on her pale skin. Her shoulders dipped and she threw her head back. She moaned and sucked my left ball into mouth. Her fist pumped my cock harder.
I raised my arm and brought the belt down across her right ass cheek.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” she whimpered as my ball popped out of her mouth.
Her eyes were beginning to glaze over. She was headed into sub space. I continued to whip her ass and back. Victoria had stopped pumping my cock after half a dozen blows. She was no longer in control of her senses. Her head was resting on my right thigh. Her ass and back, was almost completely covered with welts and red lines.
A few more stinging blows from the belt and she would cum again. I leaned forward and extended my arm for the next blow. With the intention of having the belt hit her soaked pussy. When the belt struck her pussy, Victoria crumbled to the floor and rolled on to her side moaning in ecstasy. I rolled her on to her back with my foot, walked around and stood over her, my feet on either side of her head. I aimed the belt at her left breast and whipped it downwards. Her shoulders came off the floor and her head flailed back. I struck her right breast, twice, in quick succession. I landed the last blow square between her legs. Victoria screamed and shook and squeezed her legs together. She came hard and long.
I walked to the couch, stripped naked and sat down. I watched as she squirmed and panted and slowly regained her senses. She spotted me on the couch and smiled as she ran her hands over the welts on her breasts and pussy.
“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred in a low voice.
“Come here like a good whore and finish what you started,” I ordered in a low rumbling voice.
Victoria got up on her hands and knees and slowly crawled to me. When she reached me, she remained on her hands and knees, and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked it deep into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down and side to side. She quickened the pace of her sucking. My cum was her reward and she didn’t want to wait to have it fill her waiting mouth.
When she felt my cock begin swell, she sucked harder and ran her lips over the head of my cock. I grunted and grabbed the arm rests of the couch. She sucked harder and bobbed faster, I could feel her teeth graze the head of my cock. Her spit dripped from her mouth and ran down my shaft and balls.
I screamed as I came. My cock exploded and filled her mouth. Victoria kept sucking till my cock was sucked dry. She didn’t swallow my cum. She waited for me to look at her. When I did, she placed her hands on her lap, tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, to show me her cum filled mouth.
“Swallow it, my beautiful whore,” I panted.
With a grin on her face she hungrily swallowed her reward.
I stood up and lifted her to her feet by her hair, placed my knee between her legs and forced her to kneel on the couch. I was still rock hard. I pulled her head back and rested my fist, full of her hair, on the middle of her back. Her breasts were pressed hard against the back of the couch. I slapped her ass and slammed my cock into her pussy.
Victoria moaned, “Uhnnn!” as the air was punched out of her lungs from my hips crashing into her ass.
I withdrew my cock and slammed it harder back inside her. My cock, spread and punished her pussy. I slowly picked up the pace and force of each thrust. Her mouth was frozen open.
She sputtered, “Uhhhn, uhhhn, uhhhn, uhhhn, uhhhn,” in a quick staccato rhythm that matched each of my thrusts.
“Squeeze my cock with your cunt, whore!” I growled when I felt my cock stiffen and my balls tighten.
Victoria moaned and squeezed my cock from deep inside her
“Fill your whore, Sir, please give me your cum,” she gasped.
“Ahhh fuuuck!” I growled.
I exploded again, filling Victoria’s pussy. I pulled her head farther back and crushed her lips with mine, as my cock pumped her full of my seed. I kept my cock inside her till it became flaccid and popped out of Victoria’s cum filled pussy.
I sat down, Victoria slid off the couch and sat on the floor in between my legs. She rested her right arm on my left thigh and took my cock in her left hand. She sucked and licked it clean of our mixed cum and juices.
“I love what you do to me and how you fuck me, Sir,” she purred as she kissed my cock from tip to balls. “Will you be spending the weekend with your whore, Sir?”
I looked down at her and smiled, “Yes,” as I brushed her hair off her cheek.
Maddy
- 12.12.2022
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