“OK Alexis,” Johnathan said, feeling quite smug “Good thing you have the afternoon off, ‘cause this is going to take a while. Now you step up and bend over that bed.”
Alexis was still very hesitant and trying to get out of this. “Mr. Roberts, if you hurt me…” she stammered
“You’ll take what I give to you & like it,” John interjected “Because now? I own you ‘till this debt is paid. Now don’t make me repeat myself.”
Flopping a pillow as the edge of the bed, Johnathan roughly ‘helped’ her to the edge of it. “Woman, you’d best get used to this, because ONE EMAIL…”
Alexis nodded, tucked her chin with a “Humph!” and bent over the bed.
Opening the antique white dresser, John removed a stiff leather paddle in the shape of a ping pong paddle. Alexis’s eyes widened at the sight of it. “Woman I am going to spank you, and for every lick you will count. Don’t count, &we start over, got that?”
Alexis tried begging “No-No P-p-please stop, P-p-please…” and held out a hand.
John took by the wrist and twisted behind her back, pushing her face down, her ass angled just right over the pillow. Holding the paddle back and up, John came down with a distinct SMACK that covered both cheeks.
“AAH!!” Alexis cried out.
“COUNT” John commanded.
Seeing him raise the paddle, Alexis called out a weak “..one…” and began to squirm.
Johnathan Roberts struck her again, harder…SMACK! The sound was great, and seeing her cheeks ‘jump’ begin to match her satin panties was just as great. Just as he was about to say something, He got a muffled “t-two….”
Releasing her wrist, John grabbed her hair and gave it a tug back, saying “Look up.” As she did, she could see that there was a large panel mirror opposite her. Alexis could see John and his wicked grin, the incredible bulge in his pants, her reddening ass…everything. Her world unraveling, she began to cry.
Alexis managed another three, counting with each as the strikes were delivered with increasing intensity, then blurted out “PLEASE stop John…P-P-PLEASE it REALLY-REALLY hurts!!!”
“You only refer to me as SIR, you got that?” John replied, and to seal it he struck her yet again.
From somewhere in her, she knew not where, Alexis instantly answered, “SIX!!! – Y-Yes S-Sir….” And in a tiny, crying voice, “please stop….” Alexis breathed a sigh of relief as John sat down the paddle, but her fear continued as he reached into the drawer again.
“Woman, you arch that back, and stick that ass out, or I’ll hit it so hard your snot sticks to that damn mirror.” Reaching down, John plugged in the Hitachi he had retrieved from the dresser. A heavy-duty unit with a large mushroom head, it sounded like a kitchen appliance as John Flipped it on.
“Alexis, you have experienced a touch of the bad.” As he said this, she instantly and quickly nodded, looking back at him thru her tears and mussed hair. “Now If you do what I tell you, when I tell you as I tell you…” And he began to trace the humming appliance up her inner thigh, “things not need be so bad.”
As John said this, Alexis felt him press the Hitachi against her pussy. Feeling the vibrations thru her satin panty. Alexis reacted with an instinctive and unexpected grunt, surprised at the odd unexpected pleasure.
Touching her lower back with his free hand, John said “Woman, you grind that pussy against this, and make it good, or we go back to the bad.” And slightly pulled it away.
Instantly Alexis shook her head and blurted out, “NO – No….I-I.. meant to say Sir!” She then pushed back &began to slowly move her hips on the Hitachi. At first, she felt him rotate it with her. Her breathing had quickly deepened, it felt good, and in her shame, Alexis had pressed her face into the bed as she sniffled.
“Woman, move those hips! Remember, ONE Email…” And at that, Alexis began to move more aggressively. At first, face buried, John could hear her saying in a tiny voice “shame….shame…” and crying.
In less than a minute, Alexis’s movement on the Hitachi became less mechanical. Her face was still buried, but her breathing was getting heavier, and now she was obviously rolling her hips on it as she pushed back into the wand. Her body was betraying her, and she was allowing it. Now he pulled her hair as he had done before, &Alexis again was looking at herself in the mirror, and the look was quite obvious.
John could see her eyes were nearly shut, but her mouth hung open in a pant, and was Alexis also making…a light moaning? Her hips were moving and grinding on their own, no prompting.. Yep, the camera definitely had her reaction for sure, and she was very much liking it.
Stopping and placing the Hitachi on the bed, John stood her up. Holding her thin frame very close, Alexis could feel the bulge in his pants nudging her behind. “Woman, you turn around, and you get on that bed, back against the headboard, knees up….go!”
Embarrassment and fear gripped her, and Alexis was quick to scramble on the bed as told.
Touching her thru her panties, John observed in a lewd manner, “Hmmm…really wet. Must have been doing something you really liked.”
Alexis was totally embarrassed/humiliated and red-faced, but John was right; her body was betraying her. Now he handed her the Hitachi, &Alexis found herself raising her hips to remove the wet panties.
John stopped her trying to squirm out of her panties, saying, “Use that wand, woman, and you keep those panties on until you are told different…now go.”
Alexis was totally shocked and embarrassed. Here she was, her ass in pain, half-naked, being forced to masturbate….and admittedly turned on. As she touched it to her panties, she instantly closed her eyes.
Again looking at the wall opposite the headboard, the camera was obviously getting this, John was pleased. “Make little circles woman…that’s right…keep it up.” John instructed her.
John’s toy’s breathing was getting heavier by the moment and she was beginning to arch her back. Leaning over he said to her, “Woman, DON’T YOU DARE CUM. Slow your pace if you must, but you are not to cum without my permission, got that?”
Alexis whimpered a moment, then re-assumed per previous position. Tucking her chin again she groaned “ Y-Yes. I’m NOT going to do THAT anyway.”
As John watched this, he began to undress as well. Having removed his shirt, pants and shoes, he noticed that Alexis was watching him, half caught in pleasure and terror, but her face was reddening, and again, she was starting to arch. Taking her hand closest to him, John pushed her hand into his boxers, placing them on his cock.
Alexis was surprised at the girth of it, not to mentions what he was doing to her, and as she gripped his cock, her eyes popped open, and she retracted her hand. In a threatening voice, she heard him growl “Did I TELL you to stop, woman?” And Alexis began again. The wand plus holding her tormentor’s member made her that much more wet. Her body was betraying her…and her mind was letting it.
As John stepped out of his boxers, Alexis could see that though he had well over a decade on her in age, John was in surprisingly good shape. Unlike Ron, John had no beer belly and the best part – was his cock. Though not the largest she had seen, it was still large to be sure, circumcised, and surprisingly thick. Alexis knew she should be screaming rape, she should be fighting with all her might, but when John placed her hand back on his member, she didn’t fight it. In fact, she gripped it and began to squeeze and move her hand on it.
Alexis’s body was betraying her, and the worst part was, her mind wasn’t even fighting it. Alexis was ashamed….but mostly because she was liking it. There was no way she would ever admit it, but something deep down was making her submit. Alexis felt as though she were somehow detached from herself, and she could see that she was moaning audibly now. She was circling the Hitachi, and her hips were pumping of their own volition. In her tiny voice she heard herself say “S-Sir….PLEASE let me take these panties off, I NEED to-t-t-too…..” Seeing John’s stern face, she tucked her chin and whimpered.
“You need to WHAT?” John responded. Grabbing her by her ankles, he yanked her, pulling her roughly to the edge of the Bed “You need to WHAT woman…WHAT?” He demanded loudly.
Deep down Alexis feared angry men, so meekly she tried to respond with “S-Sir I c-can’t stand it, I need to..to cu-…… “
Grabbing her panties Johnathan roughly stripped them down her legs and, cracking her knees open, John reached under her thighs & around his biceps. Splaying her wide open, John grasp her hips, he moved his face towards her open, soaking wet cunt. Stopping his head above her for moment, John made contact with her terrified eyes and said, “Dammit Woman, you’d best SCREAM when you cum, got that?” John then pulled Alexis’s hips up, forcing her back to arch, not that it required such. Exhaling on her waiting clit, John Trust out his tongue and in one swift motion ran the flat if his hi tongue against her pussy, while creating suction on her clit.
The feeling of having her wet, aching pussy freed from the saturated clothing, combined with John’s forcefulness made her body begin to gush, Alexis’s wants be damned, and the effect of having him breath on her swollen clit, then plunge his mouth on it shot her over the edge like shooting star.
The effect was immediate, and her hands out and clawing at the bed she arched her back and embraced the betrayal. Alexis found herself screaming in an uncontrolled yell. No it was more a SCREAM, one of incredible volume and endurance. She hated John for what he had done, and she hated herself for her body’s betrayal. It seemed as though something DEEP in her, that part she dared not let anyone near, had been somehow disturbed.
Normally, John would be a gentleman and allow a lady a moment’s rest, but today he was no gentleman, and this was no lady. This was his personal piece of ass, and he was going treat it like what it was, plain and simple. Standing up, John walked around to the far side of the bed, and repositioned the pillow he had used earlier when Alexis was bent over the bed. Mounting the bed, He grabbed her legs, and rolled her onto it.
Alexis, for her part, was still trying to get a grasp of what had just happened, and now…what? She was being rolled on to her stomach? She realized immediately what was going on; with the pillow under her, her hips were now higher than her head. Instinctively she pressed her knees together, as she knew what was about to happen…..She fought it, but did part of her want it?