Tied to Him: Sample

 

I've always been tied to you.
I wanted you even when I shouldn't have.
I desired you even when it was wrong.
But I've been waiting for you to become a woman.
And now I'll have you.

 

You'll be alone with me on my private island.
You'll forget you're there to pay off your father's debt.
You won't even remember your own name.
You won't feel the ropes I tie around your wrists.
You won't miss the light when I blindfold you.
All you will feel is my mouth on yours, my skin against yours, and my hardness as I slowly slide in to you.
And when you scream my name, I'll know you're mine.
Tied to me.

***

Chapter 1

Elizabeth

 

 

“You know, Nancy, this is a fantastic apartment,” I said as I turned my head away from the window and faced Nancy.

“You think so? It’s a corner apartment and a funny shape,” Nancy said as she checked her uniform for her summer job.

“Hell yeah. Look at it from this side. We have a perfect view of the campus. I can see everyone running around like chickens with their heads cut off, getting ready for the last day of college.” I smiled as I pointed from the window. “And from this window, I can see my parking spot.”

“Do I look okay in this, or do I look like a complete dork?” Nancy asked as she stood there in her Papino’s uniform.

“You look fine. Everyone looks like a dork at Papino’s. It’s just that yellow and red aren’t your best colors,” I said as I stifled a laugh.

“So, what you do you mean your spot? There is nothing there but the beach,” she said as she brushed her hands against her yellow pants.

“Exactly. Three months in my spot, the center of the beach, soaking up the rays and spending Dad’s money. What could be better?” I said as I placed my hands on the window frame and rested my head on the glass.

“It’s a waste. You should do something exciting. Look at me; I’m doing something positive while we are off.” Nancy donned her red and yellow Papino’s cap.

“I don’t want to belittle you or anything, but why would I want to work when my Dad has all that money, just sitting there calling my name? Anyway, there is no way you would catch me wearing a uniform like that and selling corndogs,” I said as I lay on my bed. “I think we should keep the apartment for the summer. It saves us a hassle, and it’s super convenient.”

“I can’t afford to pay rent. Why do you think I’m working?” Nancy said as she removed her uniform and faced me. She looked pissed off.

“Not to worry; Dad can cover it. It’s only three months anyway,” I said. “Come on then, get dressed and I’ll treat you to ice cream.”

Just as I had decided to treat Nancy, I called Kelly and Donna and told them to meet us at the ice cream parlor; we needed a final bit of bonding before we split up and they headed home for the summer.

We took the short walk to the promenade and headed toward the small shop. I looked out toward the ocean and saw the wind kicking up some radical waves, and that reminded me that I should call Chip and see how he was doing.

We entered the ice cream parlor and saw Kelly and Donna seated by the window. We snuck up behind them.

“Who’s a bitch!” I shouted as I slammed my hands cheekily on Donna’s shoulders.

“God, you scared me to death,” Donna replied in a muffled voice.

“So, what’s everyone having? My treat,” I said as I looked at the menu. “Just remember me when you get home to your folks.” I waved to the woman serving.

“Yes, can I take your order please?” beamed the waitress as she scribbled on her pad.

“One banana split, two chocolate overloads, and one coffee-toffee please,” I said.

“Okay sure. Just a few minutes and your order will be ready,” the waitress said before she scuttled off back to the counter.

We were chattering about the summer break and what we were doing as the waitress approached again. The dishes of food were humongous and would definitely take some time to eat. We started to work our way through our treats; I took a piece of banana and slipped it into my mouth.

“Ah, watching you slide that banana in your mouth has just reminded me…” Kelly said with a grin on her face. “Why did you break up with Russell?”

“Easy answer. He was totally shit in bed. Talk about unadventurous. I had to show him how to do everything. Oh, and he had a small offering,” I replied cheekily as I munched on a ripe cherry.

Nancy sighed. “You have had god knows how many guys from around campus, and you have said the same thing about them all—that they are boring in the sack. Elizabeth, is there no one who will fulfill your womanly needs?”

“I like to take charge, but come on, surely one of them can take the lead and satisfy this great body,” I replied with a laugh as I ran my hands down my curvy body.

“You're just too easy, or maybe you just like to sample everything,” Kelly retorted as I dipped my spoon into her dish. “A prime example; you're stealing my ice cream!”

“Life is just too damn short to take seriously. We should take advantage of this time and sample everything that San Diego has to offer. I mean, we are only young once you know,” I replied with a wink.

I chatted more with Kelly, Nancy, and Donna about student life and how we should sample a few more things before we left college. I knew it was an opportunity for us to explore new things before we started to think about careers and families and all that. I mean, all of those things would ‘arrive on our doorstep’ before we realized what hit us.

“It’s easy for you to say though, Elizabeth. Your dad is stinking rich, and you can just have whatever you want in life. Presto! Click your fingers, and it’s yours.” Donna clicked her fingers to mock me.

“I’m no different than any of you. We are all the same inside; it’s just that I have the luxury of having a dad who is a prick and under the influence of alcohol most of the time. But that hasn’t changed me,” I said.

“You wouldn’t know the difference. You have never been in our situation,” Donna said. “Take Nancy for example. She has to wear that stupid uniform for Papino’s and sell corndogs for eight hours a day just to help pay her way through next semester.”

“You’re a bunch of bitches. You know that?” Nancy replied. “Elizabeth said I looked okay in my uniform!”

I tried to hold back a laugh as I covered my mouth.

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you were lying to me about the uniform,” Nancy said. “You’re a fucker of a roommate and a best friend; you know that?!”

“Actually, I admire you for getting a job. I have the hard part of just lying on the beach for three months. Hmm, and watching all the studs ogle my curves as they walk past me. Oh, life is very tough,” I replied with a huge grin as I pushed her in jest.

We chatted more about college life and how we could set the night life of San Diego on fire. Then we spoke about how things would be different. We sat and looked at the sun settle over the horizon and decided to call it a day. Nancy and I headed back home to our apartment, and the other two girls strolled in the opposite direction to check out the stores.

“Nancy, I really am proud of you for getting that job. I know I make fun of the uniform, but you are a good girl and a great friend. Just make sure no one tries to take advantage of you, okay?” I said as I linked my arm through hers.

“Well, I try to model myself after your attitude and be a little more dominating. I mean, you never seem to let anyone tell you what to do, no matter who they are,” Nancy replied.

“You just have to remember, most of the time you have something they want, especially the guys. And you can control them once you know their weakness. It’s quite simple really. Just believe in yourself a little more,” I said.

We arrived back at the apartment, and Nancy told me she had to pop out to see her new boss about work. I thought I would take advantage of some quiet time and call Chip, my beloved big brother, and see what he was up to. I sat on the couch, grabbed a huge cushion, and held it close to my chest as I picked up the phone and dialed Chip’s number.

“Hello,” Chip said on the other end of the line.

“Hey, Chip. It’s Lizzy. How you been doing?” I asked.

“You know, super busy at work with the new surgery. Not that it’s ever much different. It was the same when I worked at the hospital,” he said. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“No real reason. I was walking to the ice cream parlor, and I saw that the wind had kicked up some rad waves and I thought of you.” I pulled the cushion deeper into me to comfort by full belly.

“So, Lizzy, you going home for the summer?” Chip asked.

“Nah. It would be boring. Dad would be at work, and I would be stuck in the house all day. It’s much better to stay here and kick back and have some fun for a while,” I said. “And at least we can hook up when you’re free, and you can teach me how to surf. That way you can get some sun on your blond hair and tan that fit body of yours.”

“Come on, Lizzy, you know we hang out quite a bit. It’s not like we are a million miles apart, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, but I have school and you have work, so we never have the chance to totally kick back and have some fun for more than a few hours,” I said with a sigh, missing him.

“So, if you’re not going home to visit Dad, does this mean you are getting a summer job?” he asked.

“Oh, hell no. I have three months to relax on the beach and make the most of it. Throw some shopping in here and there, and then I’ll be as happy as anything,” I replied, smiling to myself.

“You should look for a job you know, Lizzy. At some point, you will have to. I mean, look at all the effort I had to put in to get where I am now, and I’m just on the bottom rung in the profession,” he said in a serious tone. “I take it you have no plans at all then to visit Dad over your break.”

“Like hell I have. He was never there for me, so I shouldn’t be that bothered about him,” I replied as I hugged my cushion. “As long as there is money on my credit card, that’s as close as I want to get to him.”

“You shouldn’t be like that. He’s the only dad we have, and he’s going through a rough time,” he said, sounding a little concerned.

“It’s probably of his own doing. You know whatever bad happens to him is because of his actions or some crappy decision he’s made.”

“Well, to be honest, I saw him not so long ago, and he looked bad. He was hitting the bottle pretty hard while I was there,” Chip said. “I asked him what was wrong, and he said it was just work and it would all sort itself out soon.”

“See, I told you. He’s put his foot in it at work again. You know he’s a pussy and can’t face up to facts or defend himself,” I said. “And don’t forget what his job is; investment banking is high risk with high rewards. He’s to take the rough with the smooth. It’s not all going to be on the up and up all the time.”

Chip sighed. “I know that, but the way he was drinking was different. It was like he was drinking—well, it was like watching someone trying to drink themselves to death. Suicide by the bottle, if you know what I mean,” he said. There was a change in his tone that made me feel a bit off.

“I wouldn’t read too much into it. These investment bankers need to drink to get them through the day. I mean, your nerves must be shattered when you are dealing with millions of someone else’s money,” I said plainly.

“Anyway, I think you should try to see him at some point and show you have some concern for his welfare, or at least show him that he still has a daughter,” Chip said.

I thought about Dad and his condition, but he was Dad. Dads were supposed to be able to conquer anything. That was the way it always was. He worked his way up and “conquered the world,” so to speak, and I was sure that whatever state he was in, he wouldn’t listen to me. I was certain it wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to the situation.

“Maybe I’ll go toward the middle of my break. I may be bored of the beach by then,” I said.

“It shouldn’t be taken lightly, and it’s just not because I’m a health worker. I’m concerned about him, Elizabeth.”

“I stopped with the concerned daughter part when I realized all he thought about was Gold Diamond Enterprises. I mean, he lost all thought and concern for me and just concentrated on his career and the money. It’s just karma. Hey, and as long as my credit card is full, that’s good enough for me,” I said, using an assertive tone. “It’s not like he gives a shit about me, anyway. He chose his career over both of us a long time ago.”

“Lizzy, I’m not sure what to do with you. Maybe you are like Dad a little too much, or maybe you try your hardest to be totally different than him. It’s not his fault that Mom died in childbirth with you, so you can’t hold him responsible for that, you know.”

“I have never held him responsible for that. It’s the job he put first before us. I needed him then, and he was never there, Chip. So, I had to stand on my own two feet. Do you know what that’s like for a girl of my age?” I asked in a disgruntled tone to sound my truth.

“Well, enough on that subject over the phone. We could talk about it forever and never reach a solution,” Chip said.

“So, Chip, you gonna give me a call when you’re not working and show me how to hang ten or walk the dog then?” I loved spending time with him.

“Yep. I’ll do that. And at least I’ll know you are doing something useful rather than just being a beach bum for all of your break,” he replied.

“Hey, I won’t be just any beach bum, you know. I’ll be the classiest beach bum, and the one who has the best tan, the sexiest body, and the coolest brother in the world!” I replied, giggling. “Talk to you soon, Chip. Good night.”

“Good night, Lizzy. I love you, you know.”

“Yep. I’m so cool that how could you not?” I forced a happy sound, though I didn’t at all really believe the words coming out of my mouth. Cool was a stretch…a big one.

Chapter 2

Charles

 

I sat with my feet on the windowsill and thought back to how it had all started and how I’d gotten where I was today. It was all grit, hard work, and determination on my part. I wasn’t one of those kids born with a silver spoon in their mouth or one who inherited a company or a fortune. No way. I’d dragged myself up from the street with my street smarts and a will to succeed.

I had been asked a million times what the secret to my success was, and on every occasion, I had no real secret to share. I had paid attention and learned my trade. I had learned life’s lessons early on. Ever since my parents had died, I’d only had myself, and that had been good enough for me.

I’d had jobs as a kid that I wasn’t proud of, but I would have done anything to earn a crust, and I had learned from all of it. I had watched, I had listened, and I had paid attention; I had paid a fucking lot of attention. I soon realized you could learn a lot from paying attention, and so I read newspapers; I listened to the guys talking while I buffed their shoes; I listened to the guys I used to run errands for. Hell, I even used to listen to the women who I carried groceries for, and I found out that everyone was full of information, and they never even realized how useful a lot of it could be.

I looked out the window. Actually, I do have a secret about what made me successful…you just have to pay attention to everything.

I had used all of life’s skills as I’d worked my way up from nothing. I’d had crappy jobs in stuffy post rooms. I’d been a busboy and had done many other jobs you could imagine, but they had all served a purpose. They gave me lessons, and they gave me money!

Come to think of it, I had had no real schooling and hadn’t been the most intelligent kid in class when I’d gone, but I’d probably been the smartest; street smart that was, not book smart. I wasn’t sure why, but the finance pages had always held a fascination for me, and how companies could deal with so much money and never seem to do any real work. It had wowed me because it was smart.

I had not chosen to go into finance; I had always thought it had chosen me. The industry needed a leader, a person it could grow to love and hate in equal proportion, and I surely had my fair share of both in my business life. The government had been on my back and up my ass on many occasions for reputed insider trading. But not me, no way. I just paid attention and listened, or I had someone listen for me. You would be surprised how keen some people were to share snippets of information with you just to get in your good graces. So, what kind of person would I have been if I didn’t take advantage of their good nature? It made me successful!

“Mr. Dillon. Excuse me, Mr. Dillon,” Lyndsay said from behind me.

“What,” I replied as I lowered my feet from the windowsill.

“Your ten o’clock is here. They are in the boardroom,” she replied frantically.

“Who is this again?” I replied in a flat tone.

“The lawyers for Harper Smith and Sons. They have come with their deal for the company buyout,” she replied, looking a bit stressed.

I hated companies who thought they could take advantage of their situation. I may have wanted to buy them out, but there was no way I would pay over the odds. Not unless the bigger picture required it.

“Just go in with Mikey and offer them twenty-five million. That generous offer will be on the table until the end of the day, and if they are unhappy with it, that’s their problem,” I said in a commanding tone.

“Okay, sir. I’ll come back and report shortly,” she said as she scurried off to get Mikey.

I found Lyndsay to be a good secretary, but at the end of the day, that was all she was. I had girls bending over backward to fill her position, so I had to keep her on her toes when it came to work. She handled everything well, considering her chosen anxiety level.

I looked at the clock. Lyndsay and Mikey should only take ten minutes to wrap this deal up. There was no need for pleasantries, just ‘there you, go twenty-five million on the table, take it or leave it.’ It was as simple as that. The clock ticked on the wall, and at exactly twenty-five minutes past, Lyndsay returned to the office.

“What took you so long?” I asked.

“They wanted to—”

“For fuck’s sake,” I said, cutting her off mid-sentence. “How many times do I have to tell you? There is no THEY; there is only us.”

“I’m sor—”

“Don’t fucking say it. Just don’t fucking say that you’re sorry. Did they take the offer?” I asked.

“Yes, they did. They wanted thirty million. Mikey told them the deal would be twenty after the close of business today,” she replied as she bit her lip.

“Good. Now back to your desk.” I waved her away with my hand.

There was a knock at the door and in walked Jonathon. He had become my best friend. I had dragged him out of the gutter when I’d been on my way up. He had become a very useful ally and had learned a lot from me. Not everything I knew, but enough. Without a doubt, I could trust him with my life when it came to the company.

“Yo, bro, how’s your morning?” he asked as he plopped his ass in the black leather chair.

“Mr. Dillon to you, and don’t ever forget it,” I said with a smirk. “Mikey and Lyndsay just closed the deal for Harper Smith. Fucking twenty-five million,” I said as I clapped my hands.

“Holy smoke. I don’t know how you do it. That was a hundred-million deal, easy,” he replied as he scratched his head.

“I told you, just do your fucking homework. The Harper family has cash problems, and their total debt equals twenty million. They can all walk away debt free with a million in their pockets if this goes over right,” I said.

“Right on. Street smarts strike again,” he replied as he played with my Rubik’s Cube.

“So, what brings you here mid-morning? I wasn’t expecting you till lunchtime.”

“I’ve just gone through the books, and Kent is causing us a major headache again,” he said.

“Shit. How much is he down now?” I was so pissed that Kent did this all the time.

“Three million, give or take a couple hundred grand and some spare change. And that’s just the losses,” Jonathon said as he unbuttoned his jacket. “This guy’s hurting us. He’s a fucking liability, and we need to do something to stop the bleeding. It’s fucking embarrassing on top of the loss, as I’m sure you know.”

“Your right. He’s been bailed out more than enough times,” I said. “When he’s on fire, he’s unstoppable, but two quarters in a row of losses is deadly in this business. You got any ideas apart from firing his ass?”

“Well, we need to recoup some of the money, say twenty percent, and no bonus until he’s paid back his losses,” Jonathon said.

“That sounds fair, but he needs to hurt, and we need something to make him feel his loss short term. Then maybe he will get back to his winning ways and the probation will be over the next quarter. If he takes a dip, he will be finished,” I said as I sipped my strong coffee.

“I don’t know if he’s collateral or of anything that will hurt him. We should haul him in and see what he’s up to,” he replied.

We chatted more about Kent and what we could do to make him understand his situation. He had been with the company from the beginning and had made some killer deals, but as of late, he had dipped and was underperforming in a big way—a way I wasn’t happy to accept.

“Lyndsay!” I shouted.

Her little legs ran to see me. Her face was finally in a more relaxed pose.

“Jonathon and I are just off for lunch. When we get back, I want Kent in my office pronto, and don’t tell him until after lunch,” I said as I grabbed my jacket and headed out of the office.

I always enjoyed lunch with Jonathon, especially when we went back to the old part of town where we grew up, and today I had a reason for going. Tony’s Pizza was one of our childhood haunts, and it was still owned and run by Tony, a great guy who had taught me a lot.

“Hey, if it's not Charles and Jonathon,” Tony said as we walked in the door.

“Hey, Tony. How are you doing?” Jonathon said as he beamed a smile.

“You know, this is Tony’s pizza. What do you expect!” Tony went on. “So, Charles, why’d you come here today?”

“We all know you make the best pies in town, pure and simple,” I replied as I kicked out a chair. “Sit down. I have a proposition for you.”

“What sort of proposition?” He looked intrigued.

“News on the street is you are in trouble,” I said quietly.

“You know, the big boys wanna move in, and they will kill this little place if they do,” Tony replied with sadness in his voice.

“I wanna invest. Fuck the big boys. We are the big boys. And you were good to us, and it’s time for you to call in your favor,” I replied as I placed my hand on his hardworking shoulder.

“I don’t want charity. You know that,” he replied.

“This isn’t charity. You know how I work. And like I said, it’s an investment, an investment in you… So, deal?” I added as I held out my hand.

“Deal, and thank you!” Tony’s face looked refreshed immediately.

“Now come on, where is our pizza? Your service is lousy,” I replied with a laugh.

Our pizza soon arrived, and I had not lied when I’d said Tony made the best pies in town, and not just this town. He made the best pies period.

We chatted more about the investment. I wasn’t bothered with profit. I just needed a place for those quiet moments, the meetings that no one said ever existed and where conversation never took place. You know the ones? Yes, the ones where I paid attention.

When we arrived back at the office, Kent sat at my desk, his hands clasped as they rested on his knees. I must have admitted, he looked a little edgy, and he looked like total shit.

“Holy shit, Kent, you living on the streets? Fuck, you look like shit.”

“No. I have just had… Well, I’m not sleeping well,” he replied nervously.

“Fuck, you look like you aren’t sleeping at all,” Jonathon said.

“You know why you are here?” I asked as I placed my jacket on the hanger.

“Sort of. I have taken a bit of a dip,” he replied as he tugged at his shirt collar in nervousness.

“Yes, you could say that you have been down for two quarters running, and this quarter you have dropped three million in losses,” I replied as I sat on the edge of my desk and stared down at Kent. “You do know we should fire your ass for this. We’d have done it for far less to anyone else,” I said.

“I know, and I’m sor—”

“We need to recoup something. You have just cost us too much,” I said. “Do you have a savings account that you could draw from?”

“Not much. Not enough to make a dent in what I owe,” Kent replied with a solemn look.

“Well, you gotta put up something. How are we going look to them out there if we don’t get our money back?” Jonathon said from the couch. “We could sue, but what use is that? I mean, it would take years for you to pay it back.”

“Please, I can make it right. I promise,” Kent said.

“Don’t you dare beg. Begging doesn’t pay the bills; you know that,” I said. “I do have one solution, though, for a quick payment until you can get the rest.”

Kent’s ears pricked up. “What’s that? I’ll do anything. You know I love this company.”

“I’m away for the weekend, and I could do with someone who will keep me company and take care of me, if you know what I mean. Do you know anyone who can fill the position?” I said, thinking of devouring a pleasure-giving woman.

“I…erm…well, there is…”

“Spit it out! Just say it.”

“My daughter! You can have my daughter!”

Although I was shocked, I showed no sign of it. I had learned to keep my emotions in check from high-stakes poker, and it had paid in dividends when it came to business.

“So, why would I consider your daughter?” I pushed. I already knew the reasons. I’d seen the misbehaving girl years before at one of our company family outings and had spent the day trying to hide a hard-on. She was beautiful, sexy as fuck even as a teenager. I couldn’t imagine what a few years had done for her, but I sure as hell wasn’t giving myself away. My cock twitched at the thought of her, grown up and still acting like a little bitch. She needed someone to teach her a few lessons.

“Well, she’s very smart, and she’s beautiful. Young and a little unruly, too. She’s still in college, but they will have finished college before the weekend for their summer break, so she has nothing to do apart from bum around and spend my money,” he said.

“So, if I agree to this arrangement we have…let’s say it will pay off five hundred grand of your three million loss and you will have a couple of weeks to find the remainder,” I said. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yes, we do. I’ll let her know,” Kent said. “You will take care of her though, right? It’s not like you’re going to hurt her.”

“As if I would hurt anyone,” I replied with a smile. “Lyndsay will have all the details when you arrange it with her, but no; no one will get hurt.”

“Thank you, Mr. Dillon. Thank you for being so considerate,” Kent said as he stood.

“Kent, look at me.” Kent turned toward me. “I’m not being considerate. I’m recouping some of your debt,” I said as I stared into his eyes.

Kent started to shuffle his way toward the door, his head down.

“And stop drinking. It’s not doing you or me any favors,” I added.

Kent glance over his shoulder sheepishly before heading out of the office. I sensed he would head straight to his desk and have a quick drink just to calm his nerves while he thought about how he would tell his daughter.

Jonathon had sat and watched the conversation unfold. He left the office to go find someone else for us to harass. Then I sat and pondered what had just happened. I had just agreed to take Kent’s daughter with me for the weekend. I had to know what she looked like now.

I accessed the college website and trawled through the girls listed.

There you are, kitten.

I found her and was pleased to see that Kent wasn’t wrong. She was beautiful, and such a tender age. Christ, just twenty-one and ripe for the picking. I had visions of the weekend and how I could bend her to my will. My cock grew thick and hard just looking at her picture and thinking of the things I was going to do to her.

Chapter 3

Elizabeth

 

Nancy banged around in the kitchen. She was a decent cook, but god was she untidy and noisy. I walked into the kitchen in my tattered nightshirt to see what Nancy was cooking.

“What are you making now?” I asked as I leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Bacon and eggs. Sound good?” she said as she cracked the eggs into the pan.

“Sure. Sounds good to me. So, what you are you doing today?” I asked.

“I have to run to one of my summer jobs. I’m filling in for someone who is absent,” Nancy said. “So what do you have planned for your day?”

“Not sure yet. I might just hang around here until later and see what comes up.” I munched on a piece of fried bacon fresh from the pan. “You know, Nance, you are a pretty decent cook when you want to be, but you’re a messy girl at the best of times,” I said with a laugh.

“Well, at least I don’t have to do the dishes this morning. It’s your turn!” She grabbed her jacket and headed toward the door.

“Catch ya later. If I go out, I’ll leave a note for you,” I said as the door closed behind Nancy.

I looked at the dishes and thought I should do them. I supposed it was only fair, even though if it was up to me, I would just leave them until later.

When I finished the dishes and moved back into the lounge, I huffed and puffed as I walked around the apartment thinking of what to do. I had a thought of Russell before I had broken up with him and imagined what it would be like to be with a real man. One of those alpha males everyone talked about. Someone who could actually control me, make me bow to his commands like in that movie. Um, I can never remember the name.

The more I thought about it, the hotter I became. I pictured a hunk of a guy with huge arms and a rock-hard stomach. Nancy had gone out, and I was feeling horny. Just to be on the safe side, I locked the door before going to the couch. I plumped up the cushions and slipped off my nightshirt, dropping it on the floor. I closed my eyes and let my mind run wild with the thoughts of really being dominated.

In my mind, the guy walked toward me and ripped open my blouse. My bare breasts bounced softly as he scooped me into his arms and carried me toward the bed.

“Strip for me,” he said as I kneeled before him. I slipped my blouse off my shoulders and caressed my breasts. “Stop. Don’t touch yourself.”

“Okay,” I replied as I opened the zipper on my shorts and slid them down my legs. My pink panties were tight against my body, which highlighted the crease of my mound.

“Take it all off,” the alpha ordered.

I did as I was told and slowly slipped off my panties, my athletic, nubile body ready for his taking. I wanted to feel his touch, but he had total control of me.

I lay on the couch and caressed my breasts as I thought of my fantasy. My nipples became hard as I pinched them between my fingers and thumbs. Then a slight pain shot through my nipples, but I got turned on by it and felt something stirring deep inside my pussy. I lowered one hand over my stomach and stroked my belly, the faint smell of my pussy starting to fill the air. I could smell my arousal that had started to flow as I slowly parted my pussy lips.

The alpha stood before me and slowly unzipped his pants. He slid them over his waist. His huge cock stood straight and proud in front of me. His eyes were filled with wicked-hot lust.

“Suck it,” he said.” But no hands. Just your hot little mouth.”

I moved my mouth close to his cock and started to run my tongue up his shaft. The warmth in his cock grew as he started to become aroused. Then his cock grew larger and longer as my tongue teased his manhood.

My pussy was wet as I slid my middle finger inside myself. The couch was rough on my back as I squirmed deeper into it. I slid my finger in as far as I could. So wet and hot. Oh, god!

The alpha had become fully erect, and I flicked the tip of my tongue against the head of his hard cock and opened my mouth. I placed my teeth under the head of his cock and closed them slightly. Sensually, I tugged the head of his cock with my teeth before I slid my mouth over his throbbing shaft.

I wriggled in ecstasy on the couch, and my pussy throbbed at the thought of the alpha and his cock deep inside me. I took my other hand and started to rub my clitoris. The heat in my pussy started to spread, and as it entered my stomach, I raised my hips and slapped my pussy.

The alpha grabbed my head and slowly pressed himself into my mouth as I sucked on his huge cock. I gasped for air as my mouth filled up with his thick dick. He held my head tight, controlling me.

The alpha rolled me onto my back and rubbed his cock against my wet pussy as he parted my lips and slid it inside me. Then he raised my arms over my head and pinned my wrists to the bed. He slowly thrust his cock deep inside me as I let out a moan.

I slid a second finger inside me and moved my hand faster and harder, the palm of my hand hitting my clitoris with each frantic stroke. The heat inside me started to rise, and I was close to finishing.

The alpha quickened his stroke. He pumped my pussy faster and faster, my hands tightly held as his cock rammed deep inside me. The sensation in my mind was so good, and my body wriggled as I tried to free my arms and interact with his fucking.

I was so aroused that I slammed my fingers deep into my pussy. I felt myself coming, so I arched my back as the arousal of my pussy flowed out. At the same time, my body released a flood of heat that shot throughout me.

My wrists were still being held tight as the alpha rammed his cock deep inside me. I felt his body tense as it was about to release his male prowess inside. I wanted to feel his cum shoot inside me. The alpha pulled his cock out just as I was about to come. He shot his warm cum over my belly and tits, leaving me wanting more of him.

In my imagination, I had reached the point of coming, but he controlled me, and he wouldn’t allow it. My body relaxed, as I felt I had truly been controlled. I lay on the couch and bathed in the beauty of my orgasm as I pictured the alpha, a prime specimen of a man. He was perfect in every physical way and strong enough to control my feelings. I sighed as I realized this was a daydream. He was just an image in my mind; this sort of man didn’t really exist.

I showered and got dressed, and then my phone rang.

“Hey, Lizzy.” My brother’s voice filled up the line.

“Hi, Chip. How are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m good. I’m just calling to see if you want to walk on the beach and have a chat,” Chip said.

“Sure. Why not? I haven’t got much planned for the day,” I replied. “What time? Say 2 p.m. after the lunch rush has finished? I’ll meet you at the ice cream parlor if that works.”

“Yep. See you in a little while,” Chip said.

When I arrived, Chip was waiting. We headed toward the beach and decided to walk over to the point.

“What have you got on your mind?” I shoved my hands in my sweatshirt pockets.

“It’s Dad. I thought about what we said the other night. I think he needs to get out before he crashes and burns,” Chip said with a concerned look.

“You sure he’s not past that?” I replied.

“I think he’s at rock bottom, but I’m not sure how far before there is no return,” he said as he kicked an empty can buried in the sand.

“Well, only he can get himself out of it,” I said, wishing to take the discussion elsewhere.

“I’m not sure. Maybe he should consider dating. That would certainly take his mind off things a bit.”

“What woman would look at him? I sure as hell don’t know any woman who would,” I said. I clambered up onto the rocks.

“You know he’s just going through a rough patch. Maybe he needs someone to care for?” Chip sat on a piece of driftwood.

“I know for a fact he doesn’t care about me, so I’m going to return the favor and not give a fuck about him,” I said as I jumped back onto the sand.

“So, you have any more thoughts about getting a summer job?” Chip asked, changing the subject.

“Nah. It’s not for me. I’m a free spirit!” I shouted in a loud roar toward the ocean.

“You could come and work for me in the office. I could actually do with some help filing all the patient files until I get settled in.” Chip smiled as he drew in the sand.

“It’s okay. Thanks for the offer, but I’m gonna make the most of these three months. It might be the last chance I get,” I said. Then I kicked sand over Chip’s drawing.

We walked and slowly headed back toward where we started. When we were almost there, my phone rang.

“Hang on a minute,” I said as I took my cell from my pocket. “It’s Dad,” I said.

“Answer it and see what he wants.”

“Hi, Elizabeth. It's Dad. I need you for the weekend,” my father said.

“I’m busy this weekend,” I replied, pissed at him. “What did you want me for anyway?”

“My boss needs some assistance on a trip he’s taking to his private island this weekend. It’s just some minor secretary stuff he needs doing,” Dad said.

“I told you I’m busy. No can do. Sorry,” I added as I walked across the sand.

“I’m desperate. I’ll make it worth your while,” he said in a trembling voice.

I sat in the sand while Dad explained the whole scenario to me. Somehow, he sounded suspicious, and I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not. Mostly because he hardly ever phoned and now he was asking for my help for some guy I didn’t know. His voice gave it away, and I wasn’t sure if it was the drink or his nerves that were getting the better of him, but if I did decide to go, it had to be worth my while.

“How so? What can sway my mind?”

“Well, you know the Drophead Jaguar you wanted? I can get that for you when you get back.” He sounded nervous.

“Why such a big thing just for a weekend?” I asked. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Not at all. He’s desperate, and he doesn’t want to take anyone from work. I mean, he doesn’t trust them,” Dad said with a croak in his voice. “He just needs a really big favor, and I said I was able to help him out.”

“So what does this guy look like? I wouldn’t want to go with some old, nasty guy. I do have standards you know,” I said to him, being cheeky as usual.

“I’ll send you a picture in a minute. Then you can see he’s just a normal guy,” Dad said. “So are you going to do it so I can confirm with him everything is okay?”

Chip had been nagging me for a while. Most of the time I was on the phone with Dad, I was trying to ascertain what we were talking about. Geez, he was pissing me off. I had Dad in one ear and Chip in the other, asking why we were talking about Jaguars and guys. Hmm, was something shady going on? He is willing to buy me a Jaguar!

I placed my hand over the phone and looked at Chip. “For fuck’s sake, Chip, can you butt out for a bit? You’re getting on my nerves.”

“Come on, Lizzy, it sounds a bit iffy to me. It doesn’t sound right. I don’t like it,” Chip said.

“Just shut your mouth for ten minutes, will ya!” I said angrily, holding the mouthpiece to cover it.

By the time I turned back to my phone, Dad had sent a picture of his boss. I opened the file, and there he was. I looked at the picture for a while before I considered my next remark. This guy was hot as hell. Wow, he was double my age, but he was a real stunner. He had nice and deep dark brown eyes and black hair. He had a tan and a perfect smile.

“Dad, I got the picture. How old is he?” I asked. Chip was trying to listen in.

“He’s just over forty I think, so nowhere near as old as me.” He had a slightly relieved tone in his voice.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll do it for the weekend on two conditions,” I said.

His silence when I mentioned the two conditions said he wasn’t happy. In fact, he was really pissed and had probably wished he had never asked me to do it.

“The first condition is the Drophead Jaguar, as promised, in midnight blue,” I demanded as I smiled to myself.

“What is the second condition, Elizabeth? What more do you want?” he asked in a nervous tone.

“Ten grand as spending money before I go,” I said. “Then I’ll do it.”

“Good God, Elizabeth, you would bleed me dry if you had half the chance,” Dad spat over the phone.

“Well, you need me more than I need you. Deal or no deal?” I asked as I smiled to myself.

I could hear it in his voice. He wanted to say “screw you,” but for whatever reason, he wasn’t in a position to say it now. I had my Dad over a barrel, and I was going to screw him.

“Okay, Elizabeth. It’s a deal,” Dad said before he hung up the phone. I could tell he was pissed. So what? Fuck him too.

“So, what was all that about, Lizzy? What are you doing for Dad? And what was that talk of an older man?” Chip asked. “If it’s suspicious, you shouldn’t go. It could be dangerous. You know Dad isn’t thinking straight.”

“Well, I have made a deal with Dad, and I’m going. There is nothing you can say to stop me,” I said.

Chapter 4

Charles

 

I decided to go to the office late today, as I had things I wanted to check before I had the rigors of running a billion-dollar company hitting my desk. I walked downstairs to be greeted by Molly, my trusted maid, and Edward, my even more trusted butler.

“Morning, Mr. Dillon,” said Molly and Edward in unison.

“Morning,” I replied.

“The chefs are just preparing breakfast, and your papers and messages are on the table, sir,” Edward said as he opened the dining room doors.

I walked into my dining room and headed for the end of the table. The stack of newspapers was on one side, and each was opened to the finance pages, which showed interesting news, and all the messages had been placed in order of priority. I looked down the table and got my head straight before I started. I had always spent a few moments of concentration at the beginning of any work day. It was one lesson I learned when I’d worked for Mr. Chong, who owned the Chinese restaurant in the old hood.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I placed myself in that place where I performed at my most efficient level. I picked up the phone and called Captain Black.

“Hi, Captain. I just thought I would check to see if the boat is ready for the weekend,” I said.

“That she is, sir. I had the engines overhauled and all the electrics tested. She’s as ready as she will ever be. I’m just going to take her for a test run later today,” he said.

“Good. I wouldn’t want anything to ruin this weekend. It’s kind of a special trip, this one. Make sure you let me know if anything is wrong,” I said. Then I hung up the phone.

I glanced at the messages and noticed Molly as she walked toward me with the breakfast trolley. “Your breakfast, sir,” she said as she placed the trolley at my side and then made a swift exit.

I had some of the best personal chefs who provided me with the healthiest food you could imagine. I had found it was crucial to take care of your body so you could perform your best all the time. I took my tablet from my bathrobe pocket and opened the picture of Kent’s daughter, who he had traded as part of his debt.

Good morning, Elizabeth. I’m happy to see you looking so fine. That body of yours looks prime for the taking, and I’m sure you are ready for me. I’m going to take you to depths you never knew existed and introduce you to real pleasure, deep pleasure.

She was stunning. A nice curvy blonde with those sexy fucking eyes that made you drool. Eyes like the ocean.

I looked at all the pictures that had been gathered from her social media accounts. She had a body and a mind that could be bent and twisted and finally broken. And all at my hands… She would bow to my needs no matter how much she thought she could struggle and resist.

I placed Elizabeth’s photo in front of me and continued to eat breakfast. The papers were just full of old news, stuff I had known a few days ago. Fuck, she is hot!

I headed back toward the bedroom and informed Edward that I did not want to be disturbed. I had something personal I needed to attend to and needed complete silence. I entered the bedroom and locked the door behind me. I walked to my closet and opened my secret compartment. My pride and joy sat before me; the light reflected from every corner and shone in every direction.

My special briefcase; my silver briefcase, and all the secrets and memories it held for me from over the years. I treasured that case because it had brought me so much pleasure out of so much pain.

I laid all the contents out on the bed, and I checked they were all in good condition. I had a range of toys that would fulfill any fetish or situation—no matter who I had to break and dominate. I checked my whip and flogger and my trusty paddle. The spanking toys were in good order, but what else did I have that would bring pain and pleasure? I had my trusty adult collar, a very effective piece that simulated being fastened to a table, and four shackles and a collar to restrict limb movement.

For something a little less restrictive, I had my pink nipple pumps. And the choice of many beloved nipple clamps and nipple stretchers. I started to foam at the mouth just thinking about it. I looked at all my toys and thought of the last woman who had shared them with me.

Alice had continued to call after I had used my toys on her, but she had been after a long-term relationship, and I’d just wanted a plaything for a night, not a commitment. I remembered using the nipple pumps on Alice’s tits; they had been medium sized, and I’d watched as I had slowly pumped the air out and suctioned her nipples. The areolas had grown in size and sensitivity. I had nearly made her come just by fastening my nipples stretchers onto her nipples after they had been in the pump. It had been a wonderful experience and one I wouldn’t forget.

I also remembered how I had used the pussy pump on her. Both her lips and clit had swollen and become super sensitive, and when she had come, she’d said it had felt a lot different than normal and she’d had a more tingly sensation. Fuck, she arched her back like a cowgirl that time.

I started getting hard from thinking of Alice, but I had turned my attention toward Elizabeth, who I thought may be a little promiscuous due to her pictures. She was definitely young and probably had a lovely, sweet, tight pussy. I was fully erect, and my cock was aching. I couldn’t stop thinking about Elizabeth and what I had planned for her. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my robe, my bare cock just waiting for some serious attention.

I reached into my case and pulled out my trusted cock and ball ring. I lubricated myself and slid my testicles and cock inside the ring. My cock instantly started to increase in thickness due to the restricted blood flow. I teased the slit at the end of my cock; my heightened senses shot immediately to my stomach, and my cock became super sensitive around the head.

I took my tablet and looked at the photo of Elizabeth and imagined what I was going to do to her. I could see she had big breasts, so there would be no use for the nipples pumps. God, her pussy would be so tight and so sweet. I imagined placing the pussy pump on her and watching her pussy lips and clit swell.

I grabbed my cock

and slowly started to stroke while I looked at Elizabeth’s picture. I thought about how desperately wanted to fuck her and make her submit to my very whim. My cock tingled from using the cock ring and had grown rock hard. I could just wrap my fingers around it as I stroked and gripped it tightly. The more I stroked it, the more engorged it got with blood and the more sensitive the head became.

I pictured Elizabeth shackled in my four way, her arms and legs restricted as I opened her mouth and slid the tip of my huge cock into her mouth before I slowly started to mouth fuck her. I imagined her shaking her arms and legs, trying to shake free so she could interact. She had limited movement, and I continued fucking her mouth.

Elizabeth struggled for breath as she sucked my swollen cock, her eyes filled with tears as she gagged on it, her wretches sending spasms down the length of my shaft. I look at my cock, and it had gone a dark red color. It felt huge in my hand and throbbed the more I stroked. My balls had restricted movement and had numbed from my thoughts. I caressed my balls and could feel their larger size and wondered how much hot cum they contained…

I imagined Elizabeth laid out on the bed with her arms and wrists shackled as I placed the nipple stretchers onto her large breasts and attached the clamps. I slowly turned the screw and watched as her hard nipples became elongated as I continued to stroke my cock. Elizabeth winced in pain as I tapped the nipple stretchers, which sent shivers through her body.

I pushed my case and toys to the side of the bed and lay with my head on the pillow. I placed my hand on the bed as I stroked my cock. My fingers touched the cold metal, and I realized I was touching my nipple clamps. I loved inflicting some pain, but I loved the feeling when I masturbated and hurt myself slightly too, because then I was in control and I could hurt myself as much as I pleased.

I took my nipple clamps and squeezed the spring. The clamp opened, and I placed it over my nipple. Then I slowly released the spring and felt the pain shoot through my chest. Fuck! My cock twitched as I fastened the second clamp to my other nipple.

I closed my eyes and imagined releasing the pussy pump from Elizabeth’s slick lips. I spread her legs wide and sucked on her swollen lips, her body squirming against her shackles.

“Oh, fuck, Charles. That’s so good,” she said breathlessly.

“Is it sensitive, slave girl?” I replied as I got off on it.

“Every touch of your tongue, mmm,” she replied, causing my cock to grow thicker.

I spread her sweet pussy lips and saw her swollen clit. I flicked my tongue gently over it as Elizabeth started to scream and wriggle in pure excitement. I took her clit in my teeth and nibbled until her body trembled and quivered. Her ankles shook and rattled as she tried to fight her restraints.

“Goddammit, Charlie, you are driving me crazy,” she screamed as I sucked harder on her clitoris and flicked the nipple clamps. “I wish I were able to move. I would fuck you so hard right now.”

“You are in my control,” I replied.

“Fuck. My body just wants to hold you. I want to feel you. Fuck, this is insane!” She wriggled her wrists.

My cock was red hot in my hand and had numbed due to circulation. The tip of my dick was so aroused that my back arched and stiffened as I tugged on the nipple clamps.

I closed my eyes again and imagined rubbing my swollen cock head against Elizabeth’s swollen pussy lips. I watched as her lips parted and the tip of my cock slid relentlessly inside her. She convulsed and tried to shake free, but my cock slowly slid into her and filled her pussy completely.

“Ram that cock inside me,” I imagined her saying. “Fuck me real good.”

“With pleasure. I want to feel my swollen cock inside your hot, wet pussy,” I replied.

I picture myself rolling Elizabeth onto all fours. She was motionless and unable to move. The nipple stretchers rubbed the covers on the bed and teased her nipples as they moved.

“God, my nipples feel like they are on fire. Oh, yes, it feels so good. I hope it never ends,” she said as she looked into my horny eyes.

My image was of Elizabeth, unable to move and on all fours. I saw the mound of her swollen pussy between her legs, her lips parted and her swollen clit wanting me. I slapped my swollen cock against her clit. The shackles shook as she wriggled, my cock stretching her open so fucking good.

“Oooh, my pussy is on fire!” Elizabeth’s body contracted as she screamed.

I imagined I could feel my legs and stomach tremble. My muscles tensed and a swathe of sensations flood my body as I begin to come. Then the slit of my cock was teased as the hot cum shot from the head of my cock, my orgasm enhanced and strengthened by the cock ring. I came hard and filled Elizabeth’s hot slit with my release.

“Take it. Take it all. You are in command,” I said with a groan.

In reality, my body trembled as my cock built up its pressure, my balls contracting so damn tight. I was ready to let go, to blow my load. Hot cum left my balls, and I felt the excess force as it shot from the tip of my cock. I squirted hard as it coated my skin, warm and sticky.

“One more day and you will be mine,” I said as I continued to pump cum from my dick to my chest.

I felt the heat as each load of cum slowly started to run down my chest and make its way to my belly. I closed my eyes, and my whole body vibrated as I orgasmed.

Fuck! I imagined Elizabeth knelt over me as she licked and cleaned the cum from my body.

“I hope I fulfilled your desire, Master,” she said in my mind.

I relaxed on the bed and waited for my cock to subside. The pressure from the tightened cock ring had made my erection last much longer, and my cock felt hot as I removed the ring.

I removed the nipple clamps and placed all my toys back into my silver case. It was going to be a good weekend, a special weekend. A fucking dark, erotic weekend.

Elizabeth was going to be mine, if she liked it or not.

The choice wasn’t hers anymore.

 

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