Loading...“Jeremy, I think you’ll like our latest acquisition. You know her. Or you should. You went to school together.” The boss sat on the corner of the desk and watched Jeremy for a reaction. When Jeremy only arched an eyebrow, the boss shifted slightly, disappointed and continued, “Sara Ann Birdsdale.”
Jeremy smiled but forced his body to remain in the same casual pose. He couldn’t count her as the one who got away because she was never his to begin with. But he remembered her. Smart and a goody two shoes.
He’d always had a crush on Sara Ann. Or at least lusted after her. There was something about her that had always made him want to shove her against a wall and fuck her. He had spent five crazy years in middle and high school itching after her. Five years of frustration, and almost perpetual hard-ons before they caught him that final time.
“I remember her. What did she do?” He knew his voice was betraying his interest but didn’t care. He’d deal with the repercussions later.
Happy with even the slight response, the boss conceded, “She’s a Project Manager at Alcon Technologies. Rumor has it that her team created the new NSA encryption standard. I want that algorithm. It’s worth a lot of money to the right people. We’ve got one of her employees but he only knows part of the algorithm. We’ll need her access code to get into the server room.”
That made sense. She had been a nerd and into computers, back before computers were cool. Jeremy remembered locking her floppy disk once during a BASIC programming class. The glare she’d given him was withering, but then she’d broken the password without looking. Just one, two, and she was in.
“Ok.” Jeremy got up to leave, turning for the door.
“You know her. Is that a problem?”
“Knew. I knew her.” When he glanced back at the boss, his smile was a little darker. “And no, that won’t be a problem.”
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She could tell someone was watching her. She couldn’t see through the blindfold and the gag kept her from asking but she could feel their eyes on her skin. A door closed gently and she heard the click of the lock. Sara could hear breathing and thought there was only one other person in the room.
Wait for the moment she told herself. Wait until you know what they want and where you are. It’s Friday evening and if you don’t show up at the function tomorrow, work will know something’s wrong. Just last 24 hours. That’s all. 24 hours. You can do that Sara. She repeated the mantra over and over in her head, trying desperately to block the little voice perpetually whispering “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
Footsteps sounded in front of her and circled to her right. They were slow and measured, sounding dull against the floor. Her own feet were cold from the floor. Her abductors had taken her heels when they tied her ankles to the chair. She could feel the rough texture and thought it was cement. So she was most likely in a basement or warehouse. She cocked her head to listen as the footsteps continued behind her and came closer.
“Sara Ann Birdsdale.”
She started when the speaker’s breath fanned her hair. She hadn’t known he was that close to her.
“It’s been a long time. Although I doubt you remember.”
She felt a whisper light touch trail up her right arm. Her hands were bound behind the chair thrusting her shoulders and chest out. The ghost touch caught slightly on her silk shirt, scrunching it, then continued to her neck before she turned her face away just slightly. The hand whipped away.
Jeremy seethed. Even blindfolded and at his complete mercy Sara Ann was still rebuffing him. Just like back in school.
Sara concentrated on breathing slowly and deeply as he stalked the room. His steps were harder, angry sounding now, and her breath hitched. He, whoever he was, smelled good, masculine, with a hint of cinnamon on his breath. She was ashamed of noticing but she tried to imprint the scent in her memory anyway. Maybe if she got out of this alive that smell could help her identify him. She still didn’t know why they had taken her. One minute she was unlocking the door to her place and the next something hit her from behind. Hands shoved her inside her place and the door slammed shut while was she was busy trying to process what was happening. When they slipped a bag over her head, it startled her into fighting. But multiple hands held her, then there was a sharp prick in her arm and darkness. When Sara awoke she was in this room, being tied to the chair.
A small sound across the room refocused her. It sounded like the scrape of chair across the floor and then a creak as he sat in front of her.
“We need some information from you. Not much, just a little bit and then we’ll let you go and you can forget this ever happened.” Cool fingers brushed her cheek and she tossed her head trying to shake them but the fingers only lowered the gag. “I just need a few details about your office. Your access code.”
“I can’t.” She knew the quiver in her voice betrayed her fear.
“You can. And you will.” The voice was flat. Like it didn’t really matter to him; like the outcome was a forgone conclusion. “It’s just a matter of time. And how much this has to hurt.”
Sara drew in a shaky breath at that. As soon as he mentioned work she’d known what this was about. But to hear him casually mention hurting her… she bit her lip trying to stop the tears. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins urging her to choose fight or flight, but flight wasn’t an option. And Sara wasn’t sure she could fight. She was already trembling. She started repeating her mantra – 24 hours. Surely she could resist for 24 hours.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” The voice paused, considering. “Well…actually that’s not true.”
Jeremy caressed her cheek gently, then slid his hand a few inches down until it circled her throat. His fingers spread over her shoulder and dug in, anchoring his thumb over the divot where her throat met her collarbone. There was just enough pressure to remind her she was completely defenseless against him and her pulse spiked with the contact. He moved his thumb slightly to the side and pressed harder, making sure she felt the pressure against her wind pipe. Her skin was softer than he remembered. She gave in to his thumb and bowed her head into her shoulder. He knew it was an automatic gesture trying to lessen the pressure, but that didn’t stop the spike of pleasure that arched through him.
“Just a few pounds of pressure and you would die gasping for air.” Voice purposefully rough, Jeremy massaged her neck making sure she understood exactly where that pressure would be applied. “But that’s not what I want. I want to strip you bare. I want to hang you on a cross and play with you until you beg me to fuck you. I want to see you squirm when I slam my cock into you. I want to hear you cry out in pain, and hear you scream my name when you surrender to me. You’ll beg for me for me to stop and you’ll beg for me to go harder. Faster.” The words came easy; all he had to do was describe the fantasies that had been playing constantly in his mind since the boss had said her name.
“When you cum, it’ll be my name that tumbles you over. But I want you to beg me to touch you first. It’ll be my hands on your body and my cock pumping into you but only you cry for me. I want to make sure every inch of you knows that you belong to me.”
Sara fought against the lure of that voice and those words, trying to concentrate on remembering the details but his other hand slid onto her knee and squeezed lightly. She tried to close her legs but couldn’t; the ropes on her ankles kept them just slightly apart. Sara hated her vulnerability. She could feel the pressure of his palm through her jeans and knew she was responding to the warmth of his touch. His fingers were splayed, covering the inside of her leg. They slid higher no matter how she tried to stop them. As his hand neared the top of her thigh, her breath stuttered. Almost involuntarily she sucked in her stomach, like that would buy her an extra inch. She tried to focus on something else but her mind was trapped by the sensation of his fingers circling her neck and the creep of his hand.
He’d said pain, but his hand inched higher, promising something other than thumbscrews and waterboarding. Sara knew she was in so much trouble. When his hands paused, she held her breath but he wasn’t done.
He brushed a hand over her crotch, and pushed in with his thumb, rubbing through the jeans. Sara’s hips bucked at the touch. Then the thumb on her throat began rubbing in the same languorous pace. Her nibbles hardened and Sara groaned. After a few seconds of attention her hips shifted forward seeking the pressure of his thumb. She couldn’t see it, but she was tilting her head back too, just slightly, baring her neck to his attentions. When the thumb on her clit stilled for a moment she made a distressed little cry.
Jeremy smiled. It seemed that she didn’t mind his hands quite so much.
“But that’s for later. After you talk to me, Sara Ann.” He watched her breathing deepen in fear and smiled.
“Sara. My name is Sara.” Her voice squeaked on the first word. She was going to try to play this tough. That was OK by Jeremy, he liked it rough.
“I want to keep you for a while, so let’s make sure of that, hmmm? Fortunately, your cell phone was in your purse. Let’s see. Laura. You text Laura a lot. Is she a coworker?”
“No. Laura’s not a coworker. Leave her alone! Please! Laura is just someone I know. She’s no one. She doesn’t know anything.”
“What would you do to protect her, Sara Ann?” Jeremy grabbed her hair and jerked her head back drawing a gasp from her. Forcing her chin to the side, he licked her neck then bit the flesh of her earlobe. Trailing his lips over her cheek, he whispered against her lips, “Would you blow me? Suck my dick until I came? Would you swallow?”
He pulled on her hair harder until her back arched and she whimpered in pain. “Come on, Sara Ann. Tell me what you would do to protect your friend.” Releasing her jaw he grabbed her breast and dug his fingers into until she screamed. Licking the tears off her cheek, Jeremy smiled. “You’re not going to make this easy. I like that.”
He released her and the chair creaked as he sat down in front of her again.
“I know you’ve got a function tomorrow night. But that doesn’t give us very much time to play, does it? Only 24 hours. Let’s fix that.” At Sara Ann’s grimace he knew he had her. She had been counting on her absence to raise the alarm.
His thumbs clicked on the screen for a minute.
“There that should do it.” His voice changed, becoming a falsetto and she knew he mimicked her. “‘That headache’s getting worse. Gonna sleep in and hope it goes away.’ Returning to his regular tone he finished, “that sounds like you, don’t you think?” The phone beeped.
He switched back to the falsetto, “‘Feel better! Let me know if u need anything.'” His voice dropped back to its regular rumble. “Isn’t Laura sweet? And such a good friend. Maybe you can ask her to bring you something to eat? I think I’d like to meet her.”
Sara’s shoulders slumped. He could do it. He could get Laura to go to her place and he could take her, too. He could keep them all weekend and no one would notice. Maybe longer. She felt a finger wipe away her fresh tears.
“Fine. Sara. This is just a little something to help you relax a little.” Sara felt a prick in her arm and then a heady rush as something hit her blood stream.
“I’ll give you a few minutes, while I check on Stephen. He should be waking up soon but I doubt he’ll be as much fun as you. Probably break before I even touch him. He looks weak.”
Sara panicked at that. Oh God. They had Stephen, too. He was probably right. Stephen would break. He was a genius but weak. Lying would be difficult because they could confirm what she said against what Stephen said. If the drug would let her lie. The full rush of drugs hit her head and she drifted.
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When the door opened and closed again Sara struggled to focus.
“This doesn’t have to be hard, Sara Ann. Stephen is already talking enough for the both of you. Now tell me about your office.”
“Four white walls. A wooden door. I’ve got a cheap, laminate desk and three chairs. I use the white board to track projects. There are two windows. With dark brown plastic blinds. The carpet is a mottled sort of grey shade. The bookcase is wooden laminate. It matches the desk. There’s a 2600 calendar next to the whiteboard.”
Jeremy frowned. He let her continue to ramble for a few more minutes before asking, “and the security?”
“Oh, Johnny’s a sweetheart. He’s a grandfather now. His daughter just had a little baby boy last month. Although I suppose all babies are little, so isn’t that an oxymoron? Little baby? Or… or redundant or something?”
Clenching his teeth, Jeremy interrupted her. “How do you get to your office?”
“A corridor.” She shrugged her shoulders and he could tell she was gesturing with her hands behind her back. “It was the stupidest thing ever. They gave us $100 to pick out art. Seriously. What kind of art can you buy for under $100 in this town? But now that art is hanging in the corridor. Like it’s a masterpiece or something.”
“And how do you get to the corridor?”
“A hallway.”
Jeremy snarled. He didn’t have forever; the boss wanted the info now. Standing he moved the chair back, leaving himself plenty of room to work. He pulled a knife from the holster on his back and stroked her cheek hard enough to leave a white mark. She whimpered at the feel of cold steel.
“I am not a patient man.”
Reaching overhead he grabbed the chain and hook rig from the ceiling and pulled it free of its ties. From behind her, he circled one wrist with a handcuff, before cutting it loose. She jerked her wrist free of his hold and he let her scrabble frantically for a moment, before raising her wrist above her head and hooking the handcuff chain onto the hook. While she struggled with that he freed the other hand and forced it into the other side of the handcuffs.
With the control switch, Jeremy raised the hook high enough that she stretched onto her toes. She was still bent over from the chair so it wasn’t too high, but he could change that. Two more quick cuts and her feet were free of the chair. Of course, she immediately tried to kick him, but that was so predictable he was almost disappointed. Or he supposed he would have been if it didn’t give him such a great opportunity. He caught her right calf and raised it, hooking her leg around his waist. That left her awkwardly posed on her left leg and it was easy enough to grab that leg and wrap it around his other side. With a quick kick he knocked the chair back and out of the way, forcing her to hang from her wrists.
“I had wanted to wait for my cross, but I suppose this will do.”
Sara panicked at that. His voice almost sounded accommodating. Like she had chosen this new position and he was willing to help her. She hung from her wrists with her legs wrapped around his hips. He massaged her thighs as he pulled himself into her. The threat was unmistakable. She could feel the heat of his body and twisted harder trying to get away. Unfortunately, that only seemed to amuse a chuckle out of him. Her legs were wide open and he ground his erection against her, pushing the rough material of his pants into her crotch. A knock on the door interrupted him and he dropped her legs as the door opened.
“Boss. Stephen’s breaking.”
“Good. I’ll be there in a few.”
The door closed and Jeremy turned his attention back to Sara Ann. Smiling he raised the hook further until she was fully upright and perched on her toes. Walking behind her, where she couldn’t easily kick him, he pulled her gag back up and then circled her waist with his hands. She was still more Marilyn Monroe than Victoria Secret, but he liked that. He had always felt like he could hold her and not break her, although he supposed today would test that theory. He was looking forward to that.
Jeremy unsnapped the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. The rasp, accompanied by her soft squeal, was one of his favorite sounds ever. He couldn’t wait to see her naked and posed for him but he wasn’t willing to rush this. He knew stripping her would bring him almost as much pleasure.
She tried to jerk away and cried something against the gag, but he held her back against his body and let her feel his arousal. He knew the moment she realized what was against her, because she tried to pull away from him, arching her back and butt forward as if that would help. Jeremy snaked one hand inside her jeans to tease her stomach. He drew the tips of his fingers over the lace of her panties, then slipped them inside. As his fingers continued downward she writhed against him, trying to break free. Her butt cheeks clenched against his cock, inadvertently teasing him and he groaned at the contact, pushing against her. He would definitely take her in the ass, he promised himself.
Jeremy thought he could almost smell the fear rolling off her. She knew where this was going to go, and putting up a fight was more about saving face than anything else. Using two fingers he spread her cunt, baring her clit to the touch of his middle finger. The moment of contact was electric; she moaned into her gag and it was all he could do not to fuck her immediately. He flicked his fingers, pleased when her hips bucked.
The outcome of their little play was never in doubt but feeling her cunt lubricate itself at his touch was priceless. Even, and perhaps especially, because she said she didn’t want him. After all these years she was his. He was almost tempted to see if he could make her cum right then, but decided that it was just too much fun having her squirm on command. After a minute of making her wiggle, Jeremy whispered into her ear, “you’re mine, Sara Ann. Accept it.”
With a quick jerk he pulled the jeans down her legs and tossed them away. “I’ve wanted you for 20 years. Imaging you here, dressed like that, has been a favorite fantasy. But I’m going to need your security code before we can do anything else.”
Sara’s head snapped up at the 20 year reference. She really knew him? 20 years? That meant, wait a minute, middle school? That’s why he kept calling her Sara Ann when she only went by Sara now? Who the hell had she known in middle school that would do this to her?
“Your code, Sara Ann.”
“Mmmmf.”
“I don’t think that sounds like you helping me, sweetheart.”
Sara felt him step away and listened to a slithering noise she couldn’t place. Then he started pacing around her. She tried to twist to keep him in front of her but the hook kept her from turning too far. A whistling noise sounded and then a sharp sting on her butt made her cry out into her gag. Another whistling noise and another sting. Whatever it was felt like a solid whack followed by a needle sting. Sara lost count after eight hits. By then the backs of her thighs and her butt were stinging from the slaps.
She could feel the heat of her response in the heavy blush of her skin. It felt like a fire had settled over each area he hit. She knew her panties were getting wet and concentrating on something else wasn’t working; this was too close to her fantasy of being on a cross. Sara prayed he couldn’t tell how her body was reacting.
Each new whistling noise brought a cringe from her, but the footsteps were the worst. He was teasing her. Just pacing around her, deliberately leaving her to anticipate the next strike and taking pleasure in ensuring it was a surprise. When the next blow finally came, her body jerked away, then fell back. More footsteps. Whistle, thud, sting, footsteps. Whistle, thud, sting, footsteps. Sara’s entire world narrowed to the cycle. Sometimes he stopped walking and she felt him staring. Her entire body would clench waiting for the blow that never came. The footsteps were a total mindfuck. She wanted to scream in impatience.
The door opened and shut and a new voice spoke. “Nice. Very, very nice. But what’s with the belt?”
“She talked but she isn’t giving up her access code. Don’t worry though.”
Whistle, thud, sting, footsteps. Sara couldn’t believe he was hitting her with his belt! Her butt and thighs burned from the blows but now her face burned with them, instantly cooling her arousal. What was she, ten? Whistle, thud, sting, footsteps. Each sting struck somewhere slightly new, the tip of the belt wrapping around to leave a small welt.
The audience apparently spurred him on though, because in between the hits his hands pinched and groped. Whistle, he struck her from the side, thud, sting, wrapping the belt around her hip, and then, grope, palming her breast and tweaking the nipple hard. Before she could twist away, footsteps, and he was gone. The belt came from the other side and wrapped her leg to sting the inside of her thigh. His hand followed, cupping her vagina from behind, lifting her slightly with one finger sneaking under the lace and plunging in, before vanishing.
Whistle, thud, sting, grope, footsteps. Sara couldn’t help it when she started to cry. Hanging from the ceiling in her shirt and underwear she was completely exposed to him and he was merciless. It wasn’t just the pain, it was the humiliation of being beaten and groped by an unknown assailant, in front of an unknown audience. She couldn’t predict, couldn’t block, and the feel of his hands kept her in a constant state of semi-arousal.
When he pulled her gag down she opened her mouth to give a fake code and was stunned as his lips crushed hers. His tongue invaded, pushing past her lips; his kiss demanded surrender. Her attempted lie folded underneath the onslaught. His lips punished hers, bruising them. When she tried to pull back, he bit her lower lip until she whimpered and tasted blood. Sara tried to scream but couldn’t catch her breath. After a moment his touch eased and he nibbled instead of bit, teased instead of invaded. He was charming her with his tongue and she softened.
A hand on the small of her back pulled her into him. Whoever he was, he knew how to kiss. Sara’s body responded; her nipples tightened into hard nubs and pleasure started to build. When his hand slipped lower to squeeze her butt cheeks she whimpered in pain. He responded by grabbing both cheeks and drawing her fully against him, sending layers of pain through her.
Sara squirmed, seeking relief from the pressure of his hold, but he only deepened the kiss. His hands slid lower and pulled her up by the backs of her thighs. He slid one thigh forward, between hers, to support her weight. Sara moaned at the intrusion and the spike of desire it sent through her. His jeans cut through her panties creating a delicious friction against her clit. She tried to rub herself against him, and when that failed she wrapped a leg around his for better leverage but the sudden sound of a throat jarred her back to her senses.
She was practically humping the man who had just beat her! And she had completely forgotten someone was in the room watching!
Jeremy could have happily shot the boss for interrupting, but instead he told Sara Ann in a voice rife with amusement, “Ah, sweetheart, relax. You were enjoying yourself. And he and I both love to watch a lady enjoy herself.”
When he stepped back Sara prepared herself for more hits but felt a button come undone on her shirt instead. “No, no, no, no, no!” She twisted violently trying to dislodge the hands that continued relentlessly unbuttoning her blouse.
“What’s the code?” The hands paused.
“5309,” Sara whispered, praying he would believe her.
“Oh really? 867-5309” he sing-songed. “I don’t believe it for a minute. You’re not Jenny.”
His hands finished the last two buttons and drew the silk apart, exposing the matching white cotton bra. Jeremy very carefully did not say what he was thinking. Not with the boss in the room. But damn, she was a walking fantasy. His walking fantasy. Maybe other men would have disagreed but Sara Ann in his dungeon, chained to his ceiling, in little, white, lacy cotton panties and a matching bra was a wet dream come true for him. It’s a good thing he was older now. If he’d had this view back in high school… well, he didn’t know what he would have done. Probably something that would have made juvie look like a walk in the park.
Jeremy walked behind her again so she would be fully exposed to the boss’s gaze. He traced her right arm up to the handcuffs and yanked hard ensuring she was still secured, then drew his hand down to the pressure point just above her elbow. “How would you like to help me? The boss has a really stressful job and I think we can make his day better. What do you say? Will you help me please the boss?” Pressing in slightly he smiled at her whimper.
“This is a pressure point, sweetheart. You have them all over your body and the best part is that no matter how much it hurts, I won’t permanently damage you. You’ll bruise. But that’s all. I wouldn’t want to ruin you. Now scream for me, Sara Ann.” He pushed in again, harder this time, only letting up so she could catch her breath. “What’s the code?”
“1003,” Sara gasped out. She knew she was crying but couldn’t help it. The pain was gone but it had been excruciating.
“I don’t believe you.” His other hand found a spot on her neck and pressed just slightly. Waves of nausea flooded her body.
“The code, please, Sara Ann. I can do this all day.”
“1003,” Sara whispered around the intense desire to vomit. She wasn’t sure which had been worse, the pain or the nausea.
He leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I. Don’t. Believe. You.”
Stepping back for a moment Jeremy surveyed Sara Ann. From what he remembered of her and what the surveillance seemed to confirm, she was intensely private. Maybe a little humiliation would help jog her memory.
When the door opened, he looked up to see the guard sticking his head in. “Sir, Stephen.”
Jeremy smiled that devil grin that made the boss uneasy. Perfect timing. “Come on in. Stephen will wait.”
Jeremy pulled her bra up freeing her breasts. They were heavy, at least a D cup, with dark areolas and small nipples. Without the support of the bra, they bounced free and he rolled a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Leaning in, he nuzzled the side of Sara Ann’s neck.
After a couple of minutes of teasing, he asked, “Do you like that? Your hips are moving like you do. If I let you, would you fuck me if I just kept this up? I bet you would. Even with our audience. Or does that turn you on even more? Do you like it when men watch this gorgeous body of yours?” Jeremy drew his free hand up over her hips and stomach to emphasize his words and remind her of how exposed she was, laughing when her body curved into his touch.
Sara tried to still her hips but his fingers felt incredible. Then he switched to his tongue. He teased her nipples, licking first, then sucking, and biting before blowing gently across the tips turning them into little pebbles. His hands held her breasts to his mouth and whichever one he wasn’t torturing with his mouth received full attention from his fingers. Even the knowledge that unknown men were watching didn’t stop her arousal. As if the thought had reminded him, one of his hands dropped to the top of her panties and followed the lace around to her back. His hand slid inside the cotton of her panties and probed her ass. He pressed in slightly, making sure Sara knew he had full access to her body and she whimpered.
“I think you do. I think you like men watching as I touch you.” Sara moaned at the sound of his voice.
His long fingers teased her cunt from behind and stroked the lips. She moaned heavily and arched her body to give him better access. When he withdrew to move behind her she tried to recoup but then she felt his knee push between her legs.
Sara Ann was already on her toes but Jeremy pushed her legs further apart until she was riding his leg again. He raised his fingers to her mouth and whispered “lick. Let them see how hot you are. How much you like this.”
Sara flushed at the humiliation. She knew he was arousing her but to make her admit to it was horrible. When he bumped her body with his in reminder, she opened her mouth and accepted the fingers. Sucking them clean, she burned with shame at the salty taste of her own arousal. Those fingers then slipped back inside of her and wiggled with a come-hither gesture that made her skin scream. His thumb continued stroking her clit, faster and faster. When her hips begin jerking in time to his finger’s ministrations, he smiled.
“I think my boss likes what he sees. I know your guard does. What’s the code? Come on Sara Ann. Just tell me that number and then I’ll be inside you and I’ll fuck you as hard as you need it.”
Sara burned with the reminder people were watching some guy finger fuck her. The reminder cleared her head and she whispered “7289.”
He nibbled on her neck again, then resumed his play between her legs. With gentle strokes he slid fingers in and out of her. His lips rested against her ear lobe while his tongue swirled the sensitive skin. She caved to the pressure and relaxed her muscles as sensations swirled. He curled his free hand against her waist and pulled her tighter into him. Slowly his fingers dove deeper into her and increased their pace, bringing her back to the edge of an orgasm. Just as she reached the cusp, he pushed on another pressure point high on her rib cage and she screamed in pain. When he let up, her body returned to her just as he stuck a third finger in her. “What’s that code, Sara Ann?”
Dammit! What had she said? The combination of pain and pleasure was making her lose her mind. When his fingers stopped she tried desperately to think. “7287?”
“Are you asking me or telling me? I guess you don’t want to help my boss have a better day. I’m sorry to hear that. He’s very interested in you. I think he would like to do this to you, too.” Jeremy punctuated his words with a hard thrust of his fingers that lifted her off his leg. She was skewered on his hand. “Oh well.” He pressed the pressure point on her side again and held it until her screams broke.
Jeremy withdrew his leg, letting Sara Ann’s toes touch the ground again. She swayed until he caught her with one armed wrapped her waist from behind. And then the palm of his hand ground into her clit. Teasing strokes from this thumb turned in to fast pulls that lifted her to her toes and had her hips quaking violently trying to keep up. Sara Ann’s breasts had always been super sensitive and he was playing on that now, hefting and pulling first one then the other.
She could feel his erection against her back every time her hips swiveled. Knowing that he wanted her and she couldn’t do anything to stop him was a huge turn on, even here and now. She was ashamed of her body’s response, but all the same, the way he kept manipulating her between pleasure and pain left her too confused to do anything but follow his lead. Sara felt her orgasm building again and tensed but he stopped, pulling his fingers out of her. Her legs clenched together trying to recreate the pressure but she failed, leaving her body shaking with need.
“Talk to me Sara Ann and I’ll finish you. I’ll pleasure you until you beg me to stop, sweetheart. I promise.” Jeremy’s words circled her and she could tell he was pacing.
“5309.” Sara’s head hung as she tried to gather her wits. Her entire body throbbed in pain and pleasure.
Jeremy looked up at the boss. The boss was standing again and adjusting himself.
“She’s yours. I promised you that. But Stephen says the code is 10 digits. She’s still lying.” He walked closer to Sara Ann, making Jeremy stiffen. Jeremy watched as the boss stroked her from neck to breast. “Break her, Jeremy. I want that algorithm.”
Sara’s head snapped up at that. Jeremy? Jeremy, from middle school? Jeremy Williams? Oh God. This was even worse than she had feared. She’d always had a thing for him but she knew he wasn’t a nice boy so she’d tried to stay away. And mostly succeeded. Some of the time. When other people were looking at least. That had changed junior year in high school. After the night of the party staying away had been easy. She was terrified he blamed her and would take revenge. Even back in high school she’d known she was right to fear him. That had been part of the allure. He was the bad boy and she was the good girl. Others had laughed at his jokes and thought him the class screw up, but she had known there was something more to Jeremy.
She and friends had been playing flashlight tag at the local gravel pit. It had been a crazy party in the woods between her friend’s bonfire and the pit that had somehow moved into the pit and away from the bonfire. Others had been drinking but she had skipped that part. She didn’t like the taste of cheap beer and really didn’t want to face her parents drunk.
Dodging flashlights she’d rounded a pile of gravel to find herself by the office building. As she watched Jeremy had climbed out of the window, followed by two men. She held her breath and turned off her flashlight, but he’d seen her anyway. Breaking apart from the men he murmured something, and watched them leave, before stalking up to her. Back then he was taller than most of the other boys in their grade and she was short, so he hovered over her, his cinnamon-spiced breath telling her to keep her mouth shut or else. His grip on her arms had left bruises that she had to hide with long sleeves. Of course, she’d promised to keep his secret, scared of what else he would do. He had let her go, but she had been off balance and he had given her a small shove, so she stumbled, falling backwards onto the pile of gravel. It was steep enough that she was almost upright, but when she had tried to stand the gravel shifted under her and she slid down.
Jeremy had watched her impassively as she struggled to stand, but when the sliding gravel shifted her to kneel at his feet, his body had stiffened. Jeremy’s face was shadowed so she didn’t know what he was thinking at that moment, but she figured he was laughing at her. He had finally reached down a hand to pull her up, but once she stood he didn’t step back. Instead he had leaned over her and kissed her. His tongue had teased her lips until she opened them. When she gave him access, he had invaded. His hand in her hair had tilted her to a better angle for his kiss, before he nibbled on her lower lip, leaving it swollen and tender. She had put her hands on his chest to push him away but ended up clenching his jacket. Moments later he left her reeling and suffering with a serious case of lust when he vanished into the shadows. Ever since that night she couldn’t smell cinnamon gum without becoming a little aroused.
The next day the newspapers reported the theft of a bunch of equipment from the pit and there were rumors of bodies being found in one of the deep holes. The police had questioned her and everyone else at the party that night but she hadn’t said a word. She was too scared to rat him out. Sara had avoided him like the plague, ducking her head whenever he looked at her in class. And he had looked. He’d stared at her so hard that she had trembled under the weight of his gaze. The day before his arrest he finally caught her alone in the art classroom after school. She had been finishing a small mural when the door opened and he walked in, his face set with determination. Knowing she was trapped with him between her and the only door, Sara had flinched when he locked it. That simple move scared her more than everything else combined. It meant he wasn’t taking chances.
When he started to walk toward her, she had slid from her stool and backed away but he caught her just as her back hit the sinks. She still held the paint brush and it formed a small barrier between their bodies, until he had deliberately leaned into it, smearing blue paint on his t-shirt. Sara couldn’t look away from his eyes but she had felt his hand grab hers and slip the brush from her grip. A moment later it had clattered into one of the sinks.
She knew that this late after school, no one would notice the locked door and chances were high there wasn’t anyone to hear her if she screamed. He had leaned into her, bracing his arms on the sinks on either side of her so she couldn’t escape. Sara felt the heat of his body but he very carefully didn’t touch her. Shaking from adrenaline and fear, she waited for him to say to say something, but he hadn’t. He had just stared at her. Swallowing hard, she whispered “Please, Jeremy,” begging for something, although she hadn’t been sure what.
He had quirked one eyebrow at that, and his sardonic grin had slipped back into place. Leaning back he had raked her with his gaze before slipping his hand under the old shirt she wore as a smock and resting it lightly on her stomach. Sara had gasped at the warmth of his fingers on her skin and broke eye contact to stare at his throat. When the hand slipped to her back and gently pulled her forward she had gone, letting her chest crush into his. Her hands were trapped between them, but she didn’t try to push away.
She obeyed Jeremy’s quiet “Look at me” command, raising her gaze back to his eyes which had darkened from their typical baby blue. Too inexperienced to know that was lust, Sara had stared until he had kissed her. At first his lips were soft, teasing, against hers, his tongue tangling gently with hers. But he had leaned her back into the sink, demanding more from her, his fingers tightening on her back and his teeth nipping. When his second hand had joined the first on her back, Sara felt them moving on her bra clasp and broke the kiss.
“No, Jeremy!” Sara squirmed, trying to avoid his hands and push him away with her own. He had stilled at her response, then let his hands fall back to the small of her back.
Staring at her, blue eyes blazing, he had ordered her to submit, but Sara had shook her head violently with a cry. Shoving hard she had forced him back a step. Both of them stood there staring at each other and breathing hard. Darting left she made it around him and raced for the door, but when she got there and got the lock open she had looked back. Jeremy was still standing where she had shoved him, staring after her with a strange expression on his face.
Somehow the police had ID’d him, and he was arrested the next day. Jeremy and his cinnamon gum.
Jeremy could tell that Sara Ann knew who he was, so he pulled the blindfold up. She blinked against the sudden light and squinted for a moment before his face came into focus. They were alone again.
“Remember me now, Sara Ann?”
“I never forgot you. I didn’t tell, you know. I wouldn’t have ever told on you.” Sara hated that her voice was higher than normal and whispery. Jeremy had always done that to her. And knowing it was him… She tried to look him in the eyes, but after a moment she gave up. Jeremy was still tall and lean, with the body of a rock star rather than a gym rat, but the intervening years had made him hard. Whatever had happened to him, Sara knew that it hadn’t been easy.
Sara Ann’s statement puzzled him for a minute until Jeremy realized that she thought he blamed her for his final arrest. She had no clue that the pit’s cameras had captured his dad’s license plate and his own father had given him up! But she wouldn’t have ever told on him? He hadn’t missed the inflection in her voice.
“Why not?” At the question, Sara Ann blushed dark red but refused to answer. Angry at her refusal, Jeremy continued, “It doesn’t matter now, anyway. I still need that access code from you.”
Leaning in he whispered against her ear, “but don’t worry Sara Ann, what I said earlier is still true. I’m gonna fuck you long and hard while you beg me for more. My cock is gonna be so deep inside of you that you’ll feel it for a week. And when I’ve finally had enough of this pussy,” his hand clamped onto her, “so I can get you out of my head? I’ll fuck you from behind. God, I can’t wait to see you deep throat me. I’m crazy hard just thinking about it. But first, I need that access code. 10 little numbers.” With that he triggered another pressure point on her arm, near her elbow, and she screamed.
Sara lost track of time as the pain ebbed and flowed. He moved from hitting one point at a time to jabbing multiple points in sequences that left her in agony or nauseous or laughing hysterically. Just when she thought she’d die, he would back off to sit and watch her recover. She’d been babbling for a while when he backed off the last time. Her tears had stopped at some point, but her throat was so raw from screaming that her babbles were barely coherent.
“I’m impressed. Most men would have given in hours ago… you can stop this any time you want to. Your bosses will understand. Let me show you the pleasure these hooks can bring. I promise you, you’ll cum in my arms.” He smiled at the thought.
“No.” Sara was so tired she couldn’t hold her head up. She whispered the word while staring at his combat boots. At her resistance the boots jerked.
Jeremy was furious. Not only was Sara Ann making him look bad to the boss, she continued to deny him. She still thought she was too good for him. Jeremy rapped hard on the door and when it opened, he told the guard to bring Stephen. A few minutes later a blindfolded and cuffed Stephen was led into the room by two guards, with a third following behind. Jeremy pulled the blindfold off and let Stephen get a good look as Jeremy slipped his hand back into Sara Ann’s panties. He jammed three fingers back into her cunt, taking pleasure from her humiliated cry.
“Stephen, Sara Ann isn’t being very helpful. Not like you. And we need that code.” Stephen flushed at the reminder of how easily he had told them everything they wanted to know. “Sara Ann, look at Stephen.”
Sara tried to raise her head but couldn’t until Jeremy helped her. The man behind Stephen was holding a gun. She tried to say something, anything, but could only watch as the man behind Stephen pointed the gun at Stephen’s shin and pulled the trigger. Blood flew as Stephen screamed and collapsed, cradling his injured leg.
Jeremy’s voice was in her ear, soft and persuading, as he caressed her back. “Talk to me, Sara Ann. Tell me the code or we move to his knee. And when he faints, I’ll find Laura. We can work through your friends one by one if you prefer. Or you can give me the code.” He paused and his voice softened, “please give me the code, Sara Ann. Hurting you is fun, but this is just crass.”
“1102131617.”
“Again, Sara Ann. What is your access code?”
“eleven, oh-two, thirteen, sixteen, seventeen. Damn you! Now help him.”
“Not quite yet. Tell me your code backward.”
Sara dropped her head and whispered through her hair, “Um, seventeen, sixteen, thirteen… two zero eleven.”
Jeremy smiled. That she could do it backward that quickly suggested it was the real code. At Jeremy’s nod two men grabbed Stephen and dragged him from the room. “We’ll clean it and make sure he gets treated,” he promised her, “after we have what we need from Alcon.”
Reaching up, he pulled the handcuff chain off the hook and swung Sara Ann into his arms. She barely registered the movement. Carrying her to another room with a bed, he laid her down gently and covered her with a blanket. “I’ll be back.” It was a threat and a promise in one.
When Sara woke she found herself in an army style bed, arms free but hands still cuffed. With no sign of anyone, she looked around and discovered two doors, a TV, a table and two chairs. Struggling to rise, she made it to the open doorway. It led to a bathroom. The closed door was locked.
Returning to the bathroom, she used the toilet then washed up in the sink. The fluffy, pink towels were completely out of place but felt wonderful on her battered skin. She was a mass of bruises and stiff from hanging for so long. When the door to the room opened she looked up in time to see Jeremy walk in. He was carrying a pizza box and soda. Cowering behind the towel, the smell hit her like a shock wave.
“Come on out, Sara Ann. You have to stay in our care for a few more days while we take care of business, but that doesn’t have to be painful. I brought you sausage pizza and a diet coke.”
Her stomach growled loud enough to start a chuckle out of Jeremy. It had been hours, or days, since she had eaten. Jeremy set the pizza box on the table, and popped the can of Diet Coke. Deciding that starving herself would only weaken her further and wouldn’t help her escape if she ever got the chance, she approached the table, scooting widely around Jeremy. He sat still, the only movement a flash of something, regret maybe, on his face. Staring at the pizza she wondered if she dared eat it. She’d seen him open the soda, so that was probably safe, but just to be sure she wiped the top with a napkin before daring a sip.
Jeremy flinched at the motion. What the hell had he expected? He had tortured her and shot her employee in front of her. Of course she wouldn’t trust him. When her stomach growled again, Jeremy sighed, picked up a piece and took a huge bite. He chewed slowly and deliberately, then obviously swallowed. After a moment, he held the slice out to her. “Here. It’s safe.”
When she still didn’t move, he stood and walked over to her chair. Sara shrank back but all he did was hold out the slice in front of her lips. “Sara Ann, please eat. This is from that corner place you like. See the box. You need your strength.”
Hesitantly Sara grabbed the slice and took a bite. Spices and tomato sauce flooded her mouth. She groaned in pleasure, closing her eyes and chewing slowly. After several bites she opened her eyes to find Jeremy still standing over her and watching. His blue eyes had darkened. When she finished the slice, he handed her another and watched her eat that one. After she wiped her hands on the napkin, he reached down and grabbed her handcuffs to pull her to her feet. He moved the chair under the table and pushed her back into the wall. One finger traced the top of the towel.
“I still want you. I’ve wanted you for years.” A quick tug opened the towel and drew a sharp gasp from her when she was once again exposed to him.
Pinning her in place with his hips, he gave his hands free reign, skimming them from her hips to her shoulders, then cupping her breasts and tweaking the nipples, before circling down again. With her head bowed, he couldn’t kiss her so he settled for trailing light kisses from her temple to her neck.
“You were so hot in high school. I used to sit outside your house and watch you in the evenings. I pictured you like this a hundred, a thousand times.” As if she needed an explanation he murmured “barely dressed and in my arms,” against her neck. He tugged on her wrists, “bound.” She felt his feral grin against her shoulder as he said that. Both hands cupped and lifted her breasts. “I love the fact that you’re mine for the next several days. Lift your arms, Sara Ann.”
Sara did as he commanded, bringing them to his chest, where he grabbed them and dragged them over her head. Holding her against the wall, Jeremy ducked and mouthed a nipple. His tongue teased the bud, before he nibbled lightly. Sara whimpered at the sensation of his teeth rasping over her skin so gently. She kept her hands raised even when he let go of them to grab her panties and strip them down her legs. They were soaked from earlier and didn’t come off easily but he didn’t stop tonguing her nipple. When she was fully naked Jeremy straightened up and looked down at her.
Sara looked back at him. This was Jeremy. The boy she had a crush on, and the man who had tortured her for hours before shooting her employee in front of her. And he still turned her on like no one else. He slipped a finger between her legs and smiled when she spread them for him. She was already wet with arousal.
“I still want to hear you scream for me. I want to hear my name on your lips when beg for me to let you cum.” His eyes raked her naked body and he watched her respond to the words. Jeremy could see defiance in her eyes, but her writhing body said something else. He stroked the edges of her clit, dancing his fingers around just lightly enough to tease. When her hips jerked, trying to guide his fingers where she wanted them, he knew he had her.
“You’re mine.” It wasn’t a question, but a growl that proclaimed the truth. Before she could respond he grabbed her and slung her across the room. Stumbling she hit the bed, and sprawled face down across it. Then he was covering her. His weight pinned her to the mattress as he stretched her handcuffs to the headboard. She heard a click and her hands were trapped. Again. He flipped her over then backed away with an angry expression.
“The boss promised you to me, but now he’s claiming first dibs.” Jeremy opened the door to admit the man in the suit from earlier. “Apparently, he thinks you’re hot, too.” Jeremy sat down in his chair at the table and tried to reign in his temper. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, so this didn’t really matter, but it did.
As soon as Sara realized Jeremy had set her up she began to fight her cuffs but stopped when the boss knelt over her on the bed. He handed his suit coat backward, obviously expecting Jeremy to take it. Jeremy grabbed it and draped it over the other chair before resuming his seat. Sara whimpered when the boss grabbed a breast and nearly screamed at the feel of his mouth on her bare skin. After a couple of moments, he switched to the other breast, then tried to kiss her. She fought against the slobber and the boss slapped her, hard. Gripping her face, the boss forced her mouth open and stuck his tongue inside.
When he let up he chuckled. The boss knew he was completely repulsing her and that thrilled him. His legs kept hers spread, and he thrust two fingers into her. Finding her mostly dry, he smiled down at her nastily and pushed harder eliciting a pained cry. After a minute he added a third finger, relishing the look of pain on Sara’s face as she tried to squirm away from the invasion. Before her body could begin to lubricate itself against him, the boss unzipped his pants and arranged things so his cock was exposed.
Looking back at Jeremy he saw the anger and wondered if he had gone too far. Was this girl Jeremy’s weakness? Girls never had been before, but the boss knew something was different with her and he might not survive if he raped this girl. At least not if he did it in front of Jeremy. But this might be a good lesson for Jeremy. Cement him in the organization. Making a decision, the boss stood up.
“Jeremy, uncuff her from the bed. I promised her to you and I won’t renege on that. But she’s gonna give me a blow job. You can’t begrudge me a little time with that mouth, can you?”
Walking over to the bed, Jeremy looked down at Sara Ann. She glared up at him, her hatred clear. No, he wouldn’t mind watching the boss break in her mouth. She wouldn’t ever want him so making her please the boss first wouldn’t change anything. He uncuffed her from bed rail and hauled her in front of him. When she made to stand, he wrenched her arms down, forcing her to her knees if she didn’t want her arms broken.
Sara looked up at Jeremy but couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He let go of her arms, but kept his hands on her shoulders so she couldn’t go anywhere. Looking at the boss’s cock, tears blurred her vision. There was no getting out of this. Almost on cue, Jeremy slipped a hand around her neck and warned her “Bite and I squeeze.”
The boss moved closer, dropping his pants and underwear so there was nothing between her and him. Grabbing her hair he pulled her head to his cock. He smelled of heavy musk and piss. Closing her eyes, Sara opened her mouth and let him shove it in her; the bulbous head slid past her tongue and hit the back of her throat. She nearly gagged on the salty taste as he withdrew. Maybe if she made this good, it would be over quick.
She reached up with her cuffed hands and gently squeezed his balls, stretching a finger to lightly scrape the skin just behind them. When the boss moaned Sara took this as a good sign and began stroking him. She circled the base of his cock with two fingers and gently applied pressure while keeping her left hand lightly fondling his sack. The boss kept hold of her hair and guided her mouth up and down his cock. Doing her best, she swirled her tongue over the head and sucked hard as he withdrew.
Her jaw ached from trying to keep her mouth open and making sure her teeth never touched him. She wasn’t sure what would happen if he felt them, but wasn’t about to find out. The boss tightened his grip on her hair and thrust faster. When she felt his balls tighten she tried to pull back but Jeremy’s legs were suddenly pushing forward, holding her nose to the boss’ belly.
“Hell, yeah!” the boss exhaled when he came. She gagged at the semen squirting against the back of her throat, burning a trail down to her stomach. After a moment he was done and pulled her hair back so she released him.
“Clean me.” Sara winced but leaned forward to lick his soft cock, tilting her head to get the underside and his balls. She could see Jeremy watching her with those dark eyes. When she was done, she straightened up only to be pulled up by her hair. The boss shoved her against Jeremy with the rough words “hold her.” He straightened his clothes then crossed to the chair to put on his jacket.
Jeremy kept her pinned against him with an arm through her elbows. With the handcuffs in front she was effectively immobilized, and he didn’t even seem to notice that his free hand was teasing her breasts. The boss did however, and smiled. “Jeremy, make her climax, please. I find that I just can’t bear the thought of leaving her quite yet.”
Jeremy had a raging hard on after watching the boss fuck her mouth, but he would follow this order, too. Being ordered to make his Sara Ann climax, even if it was for the boss, wasn’t worth picking a battle over. He would still be the only one making her scream. Struggling for a minute, he freed his belt and wrapped it around her elbows so her arms were immobilized even after he let go. He shifted Sara Ann to face the boss and wrapped both arms around her.
He teased her breasts with his fingers, twisting and pulling at the nipples before cupping the globes and hefting their weight for minute, but didn’t get much of a response. Sara Ann was still thinking of her audience. Knowing he had to bring her to orgasm before the boss got bored, Jeremy started whispering in her ear.
“Close your eyes and think of me. Forget about him. You’re so beautiful with my bruises. And you smell like you and musk and sweat and sex. I can still smell your arousal from earlier. I can’t wait to slip my cock into your pussy.” Jeremy dragged his hand down, across her stomach, and fingered her like he had earlier. She gasped at the intrusion, but he could feel her responding. When he wiggled his fingers, her hips jerked.
“In school I used to day dream about you. If you hadn’t run that day in Art, I would have taken you. You felt so good under my hands. So giving and soft. It would have been too fast though. Now it’ll take a whole lot longer, but I was young back then.”
His fingers shifted deeper in her, lifting her to her toes. “I came to the thought of you handcuffed to my bed countless times. I prayed to see your tits. I still want to take you. To ride you hard and bury myself deep inside you.” He nuzzled at the side of her neck, nipping at her earlobe before licking a trail down to her collarbone. When she arched her body, he held her back against him with his free hand, savoring the knowledge that despite everything he could still make her react.
“Every time you wore a turtleneck I dreamed it was my hicky you were trying to hide. Remember that night when I kissed you at the gravel pit? If my dad hadn’t been waiting, I would have thrown you down and taken you right then. I loved how you trembled. Were you afraid of what you had seen or was it me?”
Sara could barely follow his speech with what his fingers were doing to her, but she nodded at that.
“Me?”At his whisper she nodded again.
“God, that is such a turn on.” Jeremy rocked his hips forward so she could feel his erection. “Are you still afraid of me?”
“Yes.”
Sara Ann’s soft admission made him grin. Slipping another finger into her he twisted so his thumb could tease her clit at the same time as his fingers pumped into her pussy.
She leaned backward into him and trembled at the sensation of Jeremy owning her body. With her eyes closed she could almost forget about the boss, about the belt restraining her elbows, about everything but the seductive motion of his fingertips. When her head fell, Sara felt Jeremy’s lips return to her neck and she moaned. She bent her head further to the side and submitted to the touch. He nibbled and teased slowly, working his way across the join between her neck and shoulders. That was a sensitive spot for her and when he nipped lightly her knees wavered and she sagged. He caught her with the hand that speared her vagina and held her up for a moment while she remembered how to stand.
“Like that do you? I’ll remember that. I never thought of you as the submissive type, but I think you like being tied up. I think knowing there’s nothing you can do while I own your body makes you hot. I know it’s a huge turn on for me. God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”
His words echoed her thoughts. He did own her right now. But it wasn’t being tied up and teased that made her so hot. It was Jeremy doing it. His fingers continued to stroke in between her legs and his thumb rubbed her clit in time to the pulls and rolls of his other hand on her nipples. Sara felt her orgasm building as her hips jerked erratically.
Jeremy waited until he heard her breathing become ragged and he knew she was on the cusp of cumming. Her hips squirmed against his fingers, rocking forward then brushing his crotch with every backward thrust. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up, but looking at the boss he knew he had to finish her first. The boss was staring hard at the two of them and Jeremy met his eyes for a few seconds before he refocused on Sara Ann. With her head down he had access to the other side of her neck and took it, licking slowly from her collar bone to her jaw. Sara Ann rolled her head to the side, submitting again to his tongue and giving him full access.
Jeremy switched his hard gaze back to the boss and stared at the man while he whispered in Sara Ann’s ear. “Tell me what you want, Sara Ann.”
Half out of her mind with need, Sara Ann whimpered at the command. When he repeated it she replied in a shaky voice, “Please. I want to cum.”
“I’m sure my boss would love to make you cum. Shall I give you back to him?”
Sara flushed a deep red before responding. “No. Please, no. I want you.” Jeremy smiled and moved his fingers faster but when she continued “just you, Jeremy” he shuddered at the possessiveness that raged through his body. This was better than any fantasy.
“Cum for me Sara Ann. Open your eyes, look at the boss, and let him see you cumming for me. Let me feel your pleasure. Cum knowing that it’s me bringing you to pleasure. Cum for me. Now, dammit.” He bit down on the side of her neck and sucked hard, pulling the captured skin into his mouth.
Something inside Sara broke at the command and she came to the feel of his bite. Her eyes opened as he commanded but she couldn’t see the boss. Couldn’t focus on anything. She cried out “Jer” but the rest was lost to the force of the orgasm.
Jeremy continued to draw out the orgasm, reveling in his control of her body. She had cried his name when she came. He was sure of it. She knew who it was behind her and wanted him. That thrilled him.
The boss stood and walked to the door. He had a whore he could use to finish him, but it was obvious, as long as Jeremy had her, he wouldn’t be a problem. And when Jeremy ended it, well, Jeremy would figure it out.
The moment the door closed behind the boss, she felt Jeremy draw his fingers out of her. Jeremy swung her around and back walked her to the bed while removing his belt from her arms. He shoved her down, unzipped his pants and knelt over her.
“Look at me. I want you to watch me taking you.”
Sara watched as he ordered. She couldn’t do otherwise. He spread her legs and positioned himself. When he was ready he looked up at her and thrust. She whimpered as he drove his cock into her. She was wet with her own cum, but the intrusion hurt. He withdrew and slammed in again. She cried out at the force and he leaned over and bit down on a nipple. Sara arched her back trying to ease the pain. He licked, soothing the new bite mark, as he continued to ride her.
“Look at me Sara Ann.” She was so tight it had clearly been a while since anything but batteries, and his fingers, had been between her legs. Jeremy liked that. He could feel his orgasm coming and tried to slow it down but it didn’t matter. He was so wound up after playing with Sara Ann for hours that stopping wasn’t an option.
He bit hard on the other breast, leaving deep marks in her skin but being careful not to draw blood. He wanted her marked, not damaged. She squirmed in pain and tried to shove him off but he switched to sucking at the nipple. In high school Jeremy had fantasized that her clothes were covering his hickeys, now he wanted them covering his hickeys and a lot more.
Sara pushed ineffectually at him trying to get him off her, to stop the pain. He had left bruises and bite marks all over and now he was clearly intent on creating another hickey. She hated being marked but he was so much stronger she couldn’t move him. When her hands slipped on his chest her handcuff chain caught him across the throat and she realized she had a weapon. Trying to circle his throat with the scant inches of chain she pushed up.
Jeremy growled at her and slammed her hands above her and away from his neck. Looking down at her he realized that he wanted her squirming in pleasure under him. He stilled. Staring at her for a minute he demanded, “tell me what you want, Sara Ann.”
When she didn’t reply immediately, he shrugged and rocked his hips forward, drawing another wince from her. He wanted her to want him, but her fighting was almost as good. Her reply was almost too soft to hear with her head down, but he did.
“I want to please you.”
“You want to please me? You think this isn’t pleasing me?” With a quick thrust he sank back into her. When she whimpered and arched away from him with a cry, but he stilled again and waited. He could see a deep blush rising in her face, but then she stared up at him. Sara Ann gently tugged on her cuffs and he released his hold on them. Moving slowly so as not to threaten him, she raised her hands and lightly stroked one cheek.
“I’m yours.” Her voice cracked at first, but she continued. “I was back then, too. Please, Jeremy, don’t hurt me. You don’t have to. Please.”
The next question burst forth from Jeremy, driven by years of longing. “You want me?”
Sara continued to stare at him, but the answer slipped easily from her lips. “Yes. I want you, Jeremy. Please. I’m yours.” She repeated his name softly, begging.
Without taking her eyes off of his, Sara Ann lowered her hands to his body and tugged his shirt loose so she could trace his stomach with her fingers. Without withdrawing Jeremy leaned down to kiss her. She opened immediately to him.
Doubting her, he figured she was just trying to stall him but shrugged. A few minutes wouldn’t matter. Slipping his tongue inside of her mouth, Jeremy groaned when her tongue tangled with his. When he pulled back for a breath he watched her lick her swollen lips. She struggled to prop herself up so he lowered his body to her, waiting to see what she would do.
Sara kissed the skin exposed by the collar of his t-shirt, and gently licked her way up his neck. He groaned at the sensation. Her lips were swollen from his treatment of her and as soft as a feather. She could feel his cock throbbing and raised her hips to his. When he slid out and back into her, he realized that she was becoming aroused. Maybe they weren’t just words.
“Do you want me to fuck you? Cum in you?” Jeremy purposely switched to the brutal language she hated, determined to shake her into responding truthfully.
“Please.” Sara begged quietly, when he stopped moving again. She rocked her hips against his but it wasn’t enough.
“Are you submitting to me?”
Sara Ann’s breathless “yes” left Jeremy shaken. He let her see the look of wild desire on his face, before he thrust violently against her. Reaching between them he found her clit and fingered it. She bucked wildly as he pumped in and out of her.
“Tell me, again,” he growled, not releasing the pressure on her clit or stopping his thrusts.
“I’m yours. I submit to you.”
“Then cum for me. Now.” Her orgasm hit and he felt her contractions against his cock. He groaned. Years of pent up frustrations released as he slid into her one final time and collapsed, shuddering, on top of her. After a moment he withdrew his weight, stood and adjusted his clothes.
“Try to get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be back.”
Sara couldn’t figure out if that was a promise or a threat or both, but it didn’t really matter. She curled up in a ball on the bed and fell into an exhausted sleep.
At some point later she awoke, still alone in the room but her handcuffs were off and a blanket covered her. Dragging herself to the bathroom she resolutely looked in the mirror. Dark bruises covered her arms and the sides of her chest, everywhere Jeremy had used a pressure point. The red bite marks on her neck and nipples showed starkly against her skin and she had hickeys in several locations. She didn’t even remember getting those. The welts from the belt still showed on what she could see of her thighs and butt.
Sara turned to the shower. There were more pink towels. If she showered anyone walking in would see her, but she was covered in sex and tears and decided that someone watching would be a small price to pay for being clean again. Besides they had already seen Jeremy use her, what was left to see?
Moving slowly she stepped in and adjusted the water to luke warm; her skin was too sensitive for anything hotter. Turning her back to the spray she soaped up, gingerly cleaning the raw skin between her legs. Washing the soap off, she closed her eyes and relaxed under the spray. She didn’t know what was coming next, as they had her access code, but she prayed for the strength to face it. She thought Jeremy might protect her but she wasn’t sure. She certainly still responded to him. No man had ever made her cum as fast as he did. No man had every hurt her like he had either.
That made her head spin. Was he right? Was she submissive? She hated the pain, but the feel of his rough hands on her body left her desperate for more. No, she thought, she wasn’t submissive. It was just Jeremy. There was something about him that still left her crazy for him. She lathered her hair and leaned in to wash it, determined to stop thinking about him. With her head under the water and eyes closed she missed the door to her room opening.
Jeremy watched her shower. Her skin glistened with moisture and he desperately wanted to lick the rivers of water that were trailing over her breasts. Her body was covered in his marks and that excited him. Those wouldn’t fade fast. Her knowing who he was presented a problem though. He wanted to keep her at least a while longer, but after that he couldn’t let her go and he wasn’t sure he could make her disappear.
When the water shut off she turned for a towel and saw him watching her. Sara wasn’t sure how she had missed his arrival, but it was clear from the bulge in his jeans that he watched her. Frozen she stared at him. When he didn’t move toward her, she decided his watching didn’t matter and he didn’t look like he wanted to hurt her at the moment, so she grabbed a towel and slowly dried off, enjoying the way his hands clenched the door frame. She didn’t know how things were going to end for her, but maybe she could sway him a little, and pleasing Jeremy was still a fantasy.
Stepping over the rim of the shower she squeezed the water out of her hair and then briskly rubbed it with the towel. There were no combs in the bathroom so she finger combed her hair quickly, watching as his eyes followed the movement of her breasts. Folding the towel in half she walked up to him and raised on her toes to kiss him. He didn’t bend down so it was a stretch, but she braced herself against him and wrapped one hand in his hair. At her urging he bent slightly and Sara slipped her tongue in his mouth.
Jeremy groaned and crushed her to him. Sara Ann kissing him, willingly, was about the hottest thing he had ever felt. When she pulled back, he watched her to see what would come next. She was probably setting him up for something, but he couldn’t resist waiting to see how far she would take it.
Sara ran her hands over his fresh shirt and then slipped them under the cloth to skim lightly over his ribs and stomach. Jeremy’s head fell back at the sensation and he jerked in surprise when she tried to remove his t-shirt. He helped her and then stood there, braced on the door frame, as she explored his chest. When she sucked on his nipple and teased him with her tongue Jeremy grabbed her to hold her in place. After a moment she pushed back and he reluctantly let go, but she was just switching to the other nipple. Her hands fumbled with his jean button and he helped her, almost desperate to see what she would do. Drawing back from him, Sara placed the folded towel on the cold floor, and knelt on it in front of him.
Jeremy stared at her. Was she really going to? When her warm fingers pulled on his zipper he grasped the door frame and could barely believe it. Sara Ann was going down on him. Willingly. Why the hell had he waited 20 years to find her? Then again, he would have exploded by now if she had done this to him in high school.
She gently pulled his cock out and wrapped it with her hand, stroking lightly from the tip to the base. Her fingers teased the skin, creating just enough friction to make him want more. Leaning in she licked a drop of pre-cum off the base before swallowing the tip. He groaned at the sensation of her wet, warm mouth and nimble tongue.
Sara pulled him in deeper and then sucked hard. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock as she pulled back and then she swallowed him again and again with quick strokes. On each back stroke she stroked the tip of her tongue over his corona, leaving him gasping. Her left hand slid inside his pants to stroke his balls.
After minute or so of sucking, she withdrew and looked up at him. Jeremy wasn’t sure what she was waiting for but the sight of her on her knees in front of him was tantalizing. He reached down to stroke her hair, and realized she must have wanted some sort of reassurance from him because she immediately traced one of the veins on his cock with her tongue. A drop of precum rewarded the action and she licked it up. Nibbling lightly she dragged her lips and tongue over every inch of his cock, before deep throating him again.
Groaning desperately Jeremy threaded his fingers through her hair and twisted violently to hold her in place. He felt the tip of her nose brush his stomach as he thrust into her mouth. He knew he was going too deep and could feel her gagging but that just increased the sensation. Cumming hard he plunged deep in her throat and held her still. Her fingers scrabbled against his stomach, trying to push him away, but he wouldn’t release her. Jeremy looked down at Sara Ann, kneeling naked on the floor below him, his hand tangled in her hair, her warm lips gripping his cock, her eyes pleading for release, and knew he would remember the sight for a long time. As he released her and she gasped in air, he also knew once would not be enough.