Rape

She was starting to panic. Despite a definite slowing in her step, the front door loomed closer and closer. She couldn’t be late though, Luke had warned her if she was late she would be punished. He had actually used the word punished. What the hell did that mean? Oh God, how did this happen? This was all Jake’s fault and if he was in front of her now she would happily slice him to bits and feed him to Luke’s dogs out back. Bastard, Rachel thought.

He had been pissed off at her, after their break up, looking for a way to hurt her and boy, had he found one. Hoping to embarrass and humiliate her, Jake had planned to plant naked pictures of her in all her neighbours’ mailboxes. They lived on a quiet country road that was populated by an odd mix of farms and executive type homes. She loved it there and she didn’t want the old farmer down the road leering at her or his wife trying to get her arrested. They were shots he had begged her to pose for and she had, thinking that he would be the only one ever to see them.

In the end, the photos had ended up in the hands of only one person. Her next door neighbour, Luke, had offered to purchase the prints and the negatives from Jake. The weasel had jumped at the opportunity to make some easy money and hurt her at the same time. Rachel remembered how grateful she had felt last week when Luke explained what he had done.

Her gratitude faded quickly, as Luke explained how she would repay him for stopping Jake. Even now she could replay his deep voice explaining that she would reimburse him in service, since he had no need for her money. The memory made her cringe and her cheeks flush. She would do whatever he wanted for the next two months or he would follow through with Jake’s original plan and distribute the photographs to her entire neighbourhood, around her office and to her family. Her instinct to avoid the immediate threat of public humiliation was all consuming.

She remembered Luke’s instructions well. “Come to the house at 4:00pm on Saturday, I’m having a Valentine’s Day party for about 25 guests. Your two months will begin on that night.” It was five to four. She quickened her steps, the snow crunching under her boots interrupting the quiet country night. Her hand was shaking as she pressed the doorbell and she had to fight the urge to cry. She let go of a long shaky breath. How bad can a Valentine’s party be? And there will be other people there so you’ll be fine, she thought trying to slow the beat of her heart.

Luke opened the door and she looked up into his unreadable face.

“Hi,” she said, trying to maintain some sense of normalcy. There is nothing normal about this though, she thought. She watched him, a million questions rolling through her head.

“Hello Rachel. Come in. In the future, you may use the side entrance.”

“Okay. I didn’t know what to wear. You didn’t really say what kind of a party it was…casual or formal?”

“You’re fine. I have something for you to wear anyway. But first, let’s go into my office and I’ll go over exactly what you need to do to hold up your end of our agreement.” He turned and she followed him down a long hallway. Her eyes moved back and forth discreetly taking in her new surroundings. The house reflected its owner well. It had an elegant décor that was accentuated with unique pieces of furniture. Rachel would have stopped to admire and examine them closer under different circumstances.

“Have a seat.” Luke said as they turned into a large room that was filled with over sized furniture that suited him and the style of the house well. Rachel sat down and held herself still with some effort. The waiting was killing her. He flicked on some lights that lit up the dim room. Rachel could not control the gasp that escaped her lips when she saw Luke’s choice of artwork for his walls.

Behind him were about twenty or thirty whips and crops, mounted between painting of naked women being spanked, whipped and fucked in more ways than Rachel even knew existed. Luke’s eyes bore into her and she began to worry that she had made the wrong choice. “I dislike explaining myself so I will be brief. I have unusual interests, some of which you could guess at now by your surroundings,” he gestured to the walls.

His voice was sharp and without apology. “Over the last ten years, I have formed a group of friends who share some of my interests and we get together in the privacy of each other homes to socialize and share those interests. A club, some people might call us. Tonight I am hosting our annual ‘Black Valentine’ gathering. People should be arriving in a couple of hours.” He paused, as he walked around to the front of the desk and leaned back against the edge looking down at her. “Questions?”

“Why am I here?”

“The simple answer is because I want you to be here. You have been an interest of mine for a long time. Ever since I discovered that my seemingly conservative neighbour likes to swim naked when she thinks that nobody is home.”

“What?” Rachel said, shocked that she had been watched. Their back yards were separated by a thick group of trees and she had been careful to check his driveway to ensure that his car had been gone, before she had indulged herself in her little fantasy.

Luke walked over to the small telescope that pointed out his window. “The trees are not a perfect screen. You must have known there was a chance you would be seen.” He could see the realization of exactly what he would have seen on her face. “I bet you felt naughty stretched out on the chair by the pool. Naked, warm and covered in suntan lotion. I watched you slide your slippery fingers all over your warm skin.” It was a statement not a question. Rachel sat in stunned silence. He has watched me make myself come, she thought remembering her touching and playing by the pool.

“Imagine my delight, Rachel, when your sleazy ex-boyfriend presented me with the perfect opportunity to gain unlimited access to your delicious body. He was also more than willing to share his opinions of how weird you were, his words, of course. He went on and on about how you much you liked to be spanked, that you were the only ‘chick’ he knew that loved being fucked in the ass and how much you liked playing with all your toys.”

Rachel struggled to come to terms with how much her privacy had been invaded. She didn’t even know what to say, because it was all true. She did have a pretty healthy attitude toward all kinds of sexual activities, but she had only ever shared those with long time partners. That was her business, she thought, resisting Luke’s intrusion into her life.

“It isn’t true,” she lied.

He grabbed her arms tight and pulled her up against him, only her toes still touched the floor and she still wasn’t even close to looking him in the eye.

“It’s all true. You’re probably like most people though; uncomfortable with whom you really are,” he paused, thinking.

“I think you need a little taste of what will happen if you displease me or any of the people here at the house tonight.” He let go of her arms and pressed a button on the phone on his desk. A female voice answered quickly.

“Yes sir?”

“Come to my office, Helen,” Luke said. He turned back to Rachel. “As part of our deal, you will do exactly what I, or anyone in my house tells you to do. For my part, I promise that you will not be seriously harmed and after the two months, you may have your pictures and total freedom again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but…”

“No. There are no buts, as you will soon find out.” He called out for Helen to come in, after a sharp knock on the door. “Helen, this is Rachel, she will be serving at the party tonight, and me, for the next couple of months. She has already shown a serious lack of discipline.” Rachel had a sense that this speech was for her benefit alone. “We can’t have her arguing with the guests or flinching when they touch her so let’s make sure her focus is on pleasing tonight.”

Rachel looked at the woman who stood beside her. Helen was just slightly shorter than Luke, which made her much taller than Rachel. Helen smiled at her, but there was no warmth behind it.

“Strip,” she ordered Rachel, who despite warnings, was totally unprepared for this harsh command. She hesitated. Helen grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open and while Rachel’s fingers grasped the ends together, she ripped open her skirt and whipped it down her legs. In seconds, Rachel was standing naked.

Helen forced her hands down at her side and slapped her once on her naked ass. “Hands at your side always, Rachel. You do not have permission to cover your body.” Luke walked around her, not hiding his interest in her, but not touching her. “Very nice,” he added, as his eyes slid over her curves. “I bet you are dying to get a hold of those tits, Helen,” he said with a chuckle. The woman returned his smile and nodded.

Rachel felt robbed and naked in so many more ways than just her lack of clothes. If only she had swallowed her pride and told her family about the naked photos, she wouldn’t be standing here robbed both of her pride and her dignity. She didn’t even want to think about what else she would lose.

“Palms on the desk and feet a part.” Rachel didn’t react quickly enough and received another smack on her naked skin. Luke’s hand tangled into her hair and pulled her head back, making her ass stick out even further. “Embarrassed, aren’t you? I knew it would be hard for you. If I had thought it would be easy I wouldn’t have wanted you. It’s only pride making you feel bad Rachel, when you let that go, you will realize that you aren’t doing anything you don’t want to.”

Not fucking likely, she thought, but her precarious position made it easy for her to bite her tongue. Luke’s free hand came around and cupped one of her tits, squeezing and pulling the soft skin, until his fingers slid out and concentrated only on her distended nipple. He was clamping the sensitive flesh and pulling it away from her torso. She leaned in, only to be pulled back by her hair. Just when she was sure she would cry out from the intense pressure, he let go and whispered in her ear, “That’s enough, for now.”

“I was going to say just a spanking, Helen, but she is hanging on tighter than I would have expected. Use the crop. Give her twenty and then take her down to the dressing rooms and get her ready for tonight.”

“It will be my pleasure,” Helen answered, the crop in her hand now. “Hold still, slut or I will start over.” Luke stopped on his way out of the room and watched the crop land against the white skin of Rachel’s left cheek leaving a clear red mark. She was going to have a difficult time thinking of anything, but how sore her ass was after Helen was finished with her.

“No cuts Helen,” he warned. “Put this on her when she is ready and then bring her up,” he said handing her a bracelet. Rachel actually felt more panicked at the thought of Luke leaving her to this woman. She was afraid of Luke, but there was something about his calm control that was soothing. She couldn’t deny that her body had responded to his touch even when it had been rough.

All her life, her sexual response had been very difficult to control. She dreaded her yearly check up with her gynecologist because even with the most clinical touches she would feel herself getting wet.

As much as he would have liked to watch the rest of Rachel’s first punishment, he knew he had to leave. He had preparations to finish before his guests arrived. If he stayed any longer, he was only minutes away from driving his cock between those jiggling cheeks and fucking her ass. He watched Helen rear back and the crop whoosh through the air and find Rachel’s red cheeks again. Yes, waiting would make things that much better, he thought as he shut the door behind him.

Helen moved around to the side of Rachel leering at her heaving breasts. She put the crop between Rachel’s swollen labia and said, “Hold it there or I’ll stick it where it won’t fall for sure,” she threatened. Rachel clamped her thighs together and tried not to think about how hard her nipples were being squeezed and pulled by the second set of fingers in less than an hour.

“Mmm, I can see why he wanted you. He likes women small, but rounded in all the right places,” Helen said with some bitterness. Oh, fuck, she is jealous, thought Rachel, that’s all I need. She had a moment of reprieve, as the fingers suddenly left her body and she heard Helen go to the other end of the room, open a drawer and then come back.

“No sense letting these big fat nipples go to waste, now is there?” she said, laughing sadistically, as she moved beside her victim. Rachel moaned, as she felt two butterfly nipple clamps bite into her tender flesh. She had played with nipple clamps before, but never with the rubber tips off and she had always controlled the tension.

Helen apparently wasn’t satisfied with her reaction and immediately tightened the clamps as far as they would go, until Rachel’s knuckles turned white from gripping the desk. The only sound in the room was her laboured breathing. “There now you are ready for rest of your cropping. Twelve to go, I believe.”

It was only ten, but Rachel wasn’t going to argue. Helen reached between her legs for the crop. “Well, look at that, it’s all wet. Someone is enjoying her punishment a little too much. I’ll have to see what I can do about that.”

Rachel tried hard not to move because even the tiniest movement sent sharp pins of pain into her nipples. She closed her eyes. Confused, as to why the pain in breasts seemed to be sending out signals of pleasure to her pussy. She unconsciously sought relief from the heat between her legs by rubbing against the edge of the desk.

She shrieked, as she felt Helen fingers force the clamp on her right nipple even tighter. “Sluts don’t get to make themselves come when they want to,” she said indicating that she knew what Rachel had been after. “Legs apart,” she said and Rachel moved. “More slut,” she said, accentuating her point with the quick slash of her new implement. Rachel felt the sting of the leather tentacles of a whip curl between her legs, and biting into her pussy.

“Does your cunt like that?” Helen mocked, as she flicked the whip back between Rachel legs again. She wasn’t able to stay still and surged forward against the surface of the desk pressing the clamps even tighter. She was moaning now, uncontrollably, while the lash continued to slap her most private parts again and again. Her skin felt like it was on fire, but still she ached to come. She felt like she was in her own world, where only feeling existed.

She hadn’t even come out of her reverie, when Helen removed the painful clamps and escorted her through the house to a large room on the bottom floor. The room looked like a massive bedroom but Helen had called it the dressing room.

It was warm and she didn’t feel the slightest bit cold despite the fact that she was still naked. She was standing there, waiting, when three women walked into the room. They were chatting and laughing, all carrying what looked liked overnight bags. They stopped when they saw her and one of the smirked.

“Looks like Luke, has a new toy. And from the looks of her red ass she has already gotten in trouble.” This comment sent the other girls into a fit of giggles. Rachel had no idea who these people were or how she was supposed to behave around them. Helen solved her dilemma by returning with a bag full of toiletries and handed them to Rachel. She turned and glared at the gigglers until they shut up.

“You ‘ladies’ need to hurry up and get dressed so stop fooling around. Here are your bracelets for the evening,” she said, as she handed them three red bracelets. “You know too, that along with tonight, you will be paid for the rest of the weekend, if you are chosen as a black valentine by one of the guests.” Rachel heard the three of them immediately start to bicker over who would get chosen and who wouldn’t.

Helen turned to her and said, “Why are you still standing there? Go and get ready. Enema, douche and no hair left on your body besides what is on your head, understand? You have a half hour or your ass is gonna get even more red than it already is,” with that, she turned and left.

Rachel didn’t need to be told twice. She hurried into the bathroom. Thankful for the privacy, but not sure when it would end, she quickly gave herself the enema and douched. She finished up her ministrations by jumping into a hot bath and shaving her skin, until it was soft and smooth. This wasn’t a difficult or unusual task for her, since she disliked body hair and had been shaving her pubic area for many years. It was odd to get out of the bath and not have a robe or clothes to cover her naked skin.

She was trying to force herself into the other room, when the door burst open and a small woman dressed only in a shirt came in and smiled at her.

“Hi, I’m Terry,” she said holding out her hand.

“Rachel.”

“Nice to meet you Rachel. I think the evil Helen was looking for you. You better get out there,” Terry said with a smile.

“Um, okay. Thanks,” Rachel answered, just as her eyes noticed that Terry also had the same style bracelet that Helen had given the three women earlier but hers was purple.

“Can I ask you something, Terry?”

“Sure.”

“What are the bracelets for and what is a black Valentine?” Terry cocked her head, looked at the pretty woman in front of her and wondered how she had ended up here.

“The bracelet colours tell the guests at a party like this, the um, services, you will offer to them. Mine is purple. It means that I will only do men and they can only fuck me in my pussy. What colour do you have?” Terry asked.

“I don’t have one yet unless it is in this bag,” she said rooting through the bottles of shampoo and bath oil. “Oh, I do have one. It’s pink. What does that mean?”

“Hmmm, I am pretty sure pink means that you are taken already, but guests may use your mouth and play with your body. Guys are not allowed to fuck you in your pussy or your ass,” Terry answered. Rachel felt a huge swell of relief that she wasn’t walking into some wicked gang bang. “I only know because I have worn pink before. Not anymore though, it doesn’t pay well,” she said with a wink.

Rachel smiled, as she fastened the bracelet around her wrist, still having a hard time imagining exactly what this party would look like. “It’s not that bad up there, once you get used to it, hon,” she said, trying to reassure Rachel.

“The black valentine party means that all the women ’serving’ tonight will have their names put on a valentine and if a guest is interested, he can take the woman’s valentine and she will be his for the weekend. It’s kind of a play off the old ‘be mine’ thing. Only, in this case, it’s ‘be his’ or hers or theirs,” Terry said, laughing at her own joke. “The money is amazing, since it is for the whole weekend. Oh, but the bracelets come off and your ‘valentine’ sets the rules for the weekend. All the girls agree to that going in and Luke is very picky about who he hires.”

Rachel thought, oh my god, I am being used as a hooker. I could end up with some psychopath for the weekend. Terry noticed the stricken look on the girl’s face and felt sorry for her.

“Some of Luke’s friends are a bit more extreme than he is, but none of them would hurt you, okay?”

“Okay, thanks,” Rachel said, as Terry tugged her back into the dressing room that was now totally chaotic, with about twenty or so women whirling around in various states of undress.

“Are you Rachel?”

“Yes.” She recognized the woman, as one of the gigglers.

“Here. Helen told me to give this to you. It’s your outfit for tonight. She will be back for inspection in…” Helen opened the door and yelled out for them to line up. “Too late,” finished the giggler, as she smirked at Rachel and sauntered off to line up with the others.
Rachel fumbled with the pile of stuff in her hands and looked for some place to put them down so she could hurry up and get dressed. She could feel the room grow quiet and sense that eyes had turned to her. She looked up to find Helen standing in front of her. Shit, thought Rachel.

“You are a slut aren’t you? Trying to go upstairs, totally naked? If Luke hadn’t warned me not to cut you I would cane your ass right now for being so slow. Unfortunately for you, there are other invisible ways to make you feel discomfort.” She turned to one of the girls in the line and said, “Bethany, bring me my oil.” The girl brought a bottle of clear liquid to Helen and then went back to the line.

Rachel squirmed, as she waited as Helen looked through the pile of things that she had placed on the bed. The pile didn’t look promising in terms of covering much. There was no underwear, a very short skirt and a tiny white blouse that looked like it would be about three sizes too small for her.

“There it is. She said as she pulled out a medium sized looking plug from the bottom of the pile and poured the oil from the bottle all over it. Bend over and show me your cunt and asshole, slut,” she said to Rachel, as she finished coating the plug. Rachel’s face burned, but she put her hands down on the bed and spread her feet apart. She felt Helen slap at her thighs and she moved them out further. She knew that the entire line of women at the back of the room had a perfect view of her ass and pussy.

She heard a few snickers as Helen’s fingers separated her cheeks further. Wet slippery fingers slid between her folds and found her pussy. Three fingers stretched her and fucked in and out of her cunt quickly. They slicked her up with the oil from the bottle. They left her pussy then and found the puckered opening of her ass, circled it and spread the oil around until first one then a second finger worked its way into her ass.

She grunted and was rewarded quickly with a slap against her pussy. She felt the fingers leave and the pressure of the head of the plug pressing into her, unrelenting even as it faced the tightness of her ring. Rachel pressed back against it, feeling the unbearable burning, until the mushroomed head slid past and buried itself in her ass.

Just as the plug found its home, she began to feel a fiery sensation in her pussy and on her clit. Helen laughed knowing the heat from the peppermint extract was beginning to burn her flesh. There would be no relief, until it wore off on its own.

“Now I don’t think you will ever be late again, will you? Get dressed. The rest of you better be in perfect shape because I don’t have time to check you now. I don’t care. It will be your asses if you aren’t. Now get up stairs. Does everyone know what they are doing?” There was a chorus of yeses, as the women filed out.

Rachel hurried to pull the skirt into place. She realized with some dismay, that it barely covered her ass and she had been right about the blouse. It was a stretchy fabric, but still way too small.

“I can’t get these buttons done up,” she said to Helen unsure of what to do.

“You aren’t supposed to get them done up. Just a minute,” Helen dug into her pocket and pulled out two silver rings with balls on them. She pulled Rachel’s nipples and squeezed them, until them were sticking out again and then clamped a ring to each one. The pressure was constant, but not unbearable. Rachel looked down at her tits. She looked like she had pierced nipples now.

Helen grabbed the two sides of the blouse and pulled it up under the curve of her breasts, pressing the material tight across Rachel’s chest, before she tied it in a knot. Her nipples and the rings were clearly visible through the thin white cloth. Rachel pulled on the white stockings to complete the slutty school girl outfit and she was whisked upstairs.

“Your ‘job’ this evening is to serve drinks, if you are not involved with a guest. Go and get a tray from the kitchen,” Helen said, and then wandered off into the room.

From a distance, the light murmur of cocktail chatter reminded Rachel of any other party she had ever attended. Of course, she had never been to a party half-dressed with a plug in her ass before so there were definitely differences. I better not drop anything, she thought.

The plug and the length of her skirt made her gait cautious. Luke quietly appreciated how it gave her hips a sultry swing, as he watched her head into the kitchen from his unnoticed corner. He turned and headed back over to a circle of friends, before she came back out with her tray.

Rachel skidded to a halt when she entered the kitchen because there was a naked woman on the kitchen table with her arms spread eagle and tied down. Rachel watched for a moment, drawn in by her quiet moans. There were three different people feasting on the woman, sucking and eating her bare skin.

No one looked her way, so she quietly walked over to a row of trays full of champagne flutes and took one so she could feel like she was busy. Maybe the tray would act as a shield. She stopped and took a deep breathe. She knew there would never be a better time, so she turned the corner back and headed toward the living room.

It looked like any other party she had attended. There were little groups of people scattered all over the large room. The main difference was in these groups there were people fucking, sucking and licking. In the middle of the room, one woman was being soundly spanked and the slap of her skin echoed almost like background music for the party.

She felt Luke’s eyes and turned to find him watching her. She was unsure whether she should go to him, but just as she was about to, a man and his wife cornered her and asked her to join them on the large sofa in the middle of the room. The man, Rick, took her tray and put it on a table behind the couch, before joining Rachel and his wife, Leah, on the couch.

Rachel quickly felt two sets of hands sliding up her skirt and undoing the knot in her blouse. She looked out into the room, as she felt her tender nipples being played with once again and locked eyes with Luke. He was watching them play with her and the look on his face melted her already burning insides.

She was quickly stripped again and left naked, except for her stockings. Her nipples shone from the touch of wet mouths. Rick leaned over, “Have you been a bad girl today?” He asked and Rachel wondered what the right answer to that question was.

She decided to play it safe. “What do you think Rick?” She asked.

“I think you have been a very bad girl and you need a spanking. Come over my knee.”

Rachel stood up and then moved so she was resting over his lap. She felt his hand spread her thighs some and his fingers tease the soft edges of her lips. She wasn’t ready for the hard slap that fell onto the curve of her ass, warming the skin quickly or the added distraction of Leah’s hands fingering her pussy.

“Oh, she is a very bad girl honey, she likes being spanked. Make her ass redder until she is begging you to stop,” his wife urged him. When Rachel looked to the side, she saw that a group had gathered to watch her spanking. She could see men stroking their cocks and woman playing with their pussies while they watched.

Suddenly, the slapping stopped and Rick stood her up with ease and slipped off his pants. He lay back on the couch and looked at Rachel who was still standing.

“Suck my cock, baby,” he said. He grabbed her hands, stopping her when she went to move between his legs and pulled her on top of him so she was facing toward his feet.

“Oh yeah, baby show me your cunt while you suck me off,” he groaned as her lips slid down the length of his shaft. They spread wide around his wide cock, sucking and stroking him, as she drew him deeper into her throat. Oh god, she thought as she felt a naughty thrill unfurl in her, maybe I am a slut. She imagined how she looked.

Her pussy being eaten out by a man she barely knew while his wife fucked her ass with the butt plug. She felt fingers reach deep into her pussy and find her special spot and stroking and pressing it while Rick’s tongue bathed her clit. She couldn’t stand any more. There were too many touches all over her body.

She pulled her mouth off Rick quickly, to avoid hurting him. Rachel moaned, as she felt a gush of fluid rush out of her and cover his face, his lapping tongue calling all the tension from her body, with one pulse after another.

“She squirted all over me,” Rick exclaimed with delight that quickly turned into a low moan, when Rachel’s hand began to jack him off again. Stroking and squeezing him, until he was bucking and begging to fuck her mouth again. Rachel leaned over and sucked him in tight between her cheeks. She felt his body tense further and further with each stroke, until she felt a blast of warm liquid as he came deep in her throat. He slapped her ass a few more times while she swallowed his cream, licking it all up, until he laughed and said enough.

While they untangled, Terry came over to the edge the couch, smiled and said hello to Rick and Leah.

“Rachel, I was asked to tell you have been chosen as someone’s black valentine. You need to get freshened up.”

“Shit, I was just going to ask if you were taken already, darling,” Rick said with a smile.

“Okay Terry, be right with you,” Rachel said quick goodbyes to Leah and Rick and then followed Terry to the bathroom. A feeling of dread filling her up, as she thought about the unknown ‘who’ she would be spending the rest of the weekend with.

Terry brushed Rachel’s hair while she washed her face. “Be excited, girl,” Terry said. “I am sure you will have a great weekend.” I wish I was sure, she thought, but I don’t feel sure about anything now.

Rachel recognized Luke’s office door when Terry stopped in front of it.

“Why are we stopping here?”

“You are wanted inside,” she said with a smile and hug before nudging Rachel through the door into the dark room.

Rachel’s eyes could see nothing in the darkness, but she could feel the heat of someone near her. She felt a hand reach out and cup her breast, long fingers measuring the weight of it, before moving to the other. Another hand pressed her up against the wall and then a voice whispered into her ear, “I have been waiting to fuck you since I saw you naked in here this afternoon.”

She knew that voice. Rachel felt something untwist, as she realized she had been chosen by Luke. It was his long body pressed up against her. It was his thigh parting her legs and rubbing against her wetness. It was his cock she wanted inside her.

He reached out a flicked a light switch, which turned on a little table lamp in the corner of the room. “I want you palms down on my desk, now,” he growled. “Do you know when the last time I spent an entire afternoon and evening thinking about fucking a woman was?” Rachel shook her head. “Never. I am always in control of what I want.” He picked up a paddle and brought it down hard against her sore ass. The paddle connected a few more time, before he dropped it to the floor and opened his pants.

“Rachel? What do you want right now? Right at this moment,” Luke asked, as he ran the tip of his cock through her slit and smiled, as she bucked back against him. He grabbed her hair again, replaying their earlier moment. His cock slid into her wet cunt easily and she moaned. He slapped her ass. “Answer me.”

“I want you.” He pressed his full length into her, the force of his thrust pressing her into the desk.

“You want me? You want me to do what?”

“I want you to fuck me, Luke.”

“Fuck you where, slut?”

“I want you to fuck my ass, Luke. God please, fuck my ass.” A feral smile curved Luke’s lips, as he pulled the plug from her ass. She was ready, so ready for him and he drove into her without hesitation.

“Play with your clit, while I fuck your ass hard.” Rachel’s fingers reached between her legs and found her clit, three wet fingers moved in rhythm with Luke’s thrusts in and out of her ass, until the tightness in her core was too much.

“Yeah, that’s it. I can feel you, so tight. Come for me.”

“Ohh god,” Rachel screamed out as she let herself go, collapsing onto the desk, as waves whipped over and through her core. Luke couldn’t hold off much longer, with her body calling to him like that and he came with her with one final thrust into her ass. His body shook with need. Rachel was the one that pressed back against him milking his cock, while his body rested against hers. They stayed joined in pleasure and exhaustion, for a minute until their breathing returned to normal.

Luke helped Rachel up and sat her on the desk in front of him. The heat of the moment fading, she felt oddly shy. Luke smiled and lifted her chin up with one finger. “I don’t think your bottom could take anymore abuse today, so don’t make me mad by going all shy on me now.”

“Okay deal.”

“You did very well today. You faced many challenges and never once crumbled. You should be proud. The entire party could see the dignity and the sensuality that you exuded.”

“But you barely saw me today except for this afternoon.” Luke reached under his desk and flipped a switch that turned on a bank of TV screens, showing all the rooms in the house.

“I was with you all day,” he answered. She flushed again, as she thought of what he had seen. “After all you have been through today; you can still blush like an innocent. I like it.” His fingers stroked her cheek. “It matches the red of your ass.”

Rachel looked up at him and saw a man, who knew things about her that she never dreamed could be true. “I…,” she faltered, “I am looking forward to the rest of the weekend. To getting to know you better.”

“That makes two of us,” Luke answered, as he laid her back on the desk and kissed her hard.

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