wet—wet and ready for me to take and use.
I lean in, lapping up her juices and sucking at her little, swollen clit. Her legs are shaking. I know she’s already close to coming and I haven’t even worked her over yet. I bring her right to the edge of ecstasy and stop.
My voice threatens her with orgasm denial and I thrust my cock into her. I give her one full, long stroke that plunges deep in her depths and then I pull all the way out.
“Have you earned my cock?” I watch as she fists her hands open and closed in frustration.
“I wrote; I have done everything you asked of me.”
I spread her sweet, little pussy open and I’m glad for the testing that we have already taken care of during her stay here. Being rich means having my own on-call doctor who is willing to make house calls.
“I don’t give a fuck, well, actually I do. You better fucking obey me. Even when you do, Vixen, your orgasms still belong to me.”
I’m pumping just the head of my cock into her entrance and she is begging me for more.
“That’s it, baby girl, beg the man who took you against your will for his cock. Do you want me to set you free after your thirty days are up? Do you want to go back to your mundane office job?”
“No, please stop teasing me. I need to be fucked, Trent.”
I wrap my fist in her hair and jerk her head back. “What did I tell you to call me?”
“Executioner.”
“Take that cock, girl.” Slowly, I enter balls deep into a place that feels like home to me.
“Oh that is good, girl, so damn good.” She makes my life complete. She makes my fucked up normal. My fingers slip to the front of her spread legs and find the spot that will take her over the top. When she hits that pinnacle, she takes me with her, milking me of my seed. When that happens, the results are twofold: pleasure, and success in marking my property as mine. She doesn’t know it yet but I will never let her go…
Chapter Ten
Dr. Winslow
I decide against calling my patient to come back in. I can’t take a chance on my secretary informing the police that she is presently a patient of mine if she is ever reported missing. With her being released months ago from my treatment, there will be no ties whatsoever with me now.
I wait until the next day and I park outside of her home to stalk her. I remember her telling me that she runs a lot of her errands on Mondays and, true to her word, she exits her home early and makes her way to her car.
It is a typical Monday, an aggravating, over scheduled Monday. Every time I think she has dwindled her ‘to do’ list down, she makes her way to another store or to pay another bill. I am being patient, following her at a distance so she isn’t aware she is being followed.
From store to store I go, patiently following behind her just waiting for the opportunity to strike. She is so focused on getting done, she never notices the predator that follows her every move.
By five o’ clock, I’m tired and losing my patience. She finally lets her guard down and breaks the cardinal rule of staying out of alleys.
I can only assume she made the choice to park in one in order to hit those last two boutiques which can be easily accessed by doing so.
She makes her way out to her car and opens her trunk to unload her bags. She never sees my hand slip over her face from behind. I cover her mouth to muffle her cries for help. I can feel the pulse in her neck wildly racing and I squeeze. There will be no permanent damage but unconsciousness is only seconds away. The last words that she hears are me whispering, “Well, well, we meet again,” right before I stab her in the neck with a syringe.
She awakens, groggy and disoriented. The lighting is dim and the traffic noise outside is muted, almost as if it is at a distance. She begins to get her bearings and realizes she is in a basement. I have her arms and legs spread and tied apart in a spread eagle position, but standing up on a St. Andrew’s cross. One
I lean in, lapping up her juices and sucking at her little, swollen clit. Her legs are shaking. I know she’s already close to coming and I haven’t even worked her over yet. I bring her right to the edge of ecstasy and stop.
My voice threatens her with orgasm denial and I thrust my cock into her. I give her one full, long stroke that plunges deep in her depths and then I pull all the way out.
“Have you earned my cock?” I watch as she fists her hands open and closed in frustration.
“I wrote; I have done everything you asked of me.”
I spread her sweet, little pussy open and I’m glad for the testing that we have already taken care of during her stay here. Being rich means having my own on-call doctor who is willing to make house calls.
“I don’t give a fuck, well, actually I do. You better fucking obey me. Even when you do, Vixen, your orgasms still belong to me.”
I’m pumping just the head of my cock into her entrance and she is begging me for more.
“That’s it, baby girl, beg the man who took you against your will for his cock. Do you want me to set you free after your thirty days are up? Do you want to go back to your mundane office job?”
“No, please stop teasing me. I need to be fucked, Trent.”
I wrap my fist in her hair and jerk her head back. “What did I tell you to call me?”
“Executioner.”
“Take that cock, girl.” Slowly, I enter balls deep into a place that feels like home to me.
“Oh that is good, girl, so damn good.” She makes my life complete. She makes my fucked up normal. My fingers slip to the front of her spread legs and find the spot that will take her over the top. When she hits that pinnacle, she takes me with her, milking me of my seed. When that happens, the results are twofold: pleasure, and success in marking my property as mine. She doesn’t know it yet but I will never let her go…
Chapter Ten
Dr. Winslow
I decide against calling my patient to come back in. I can’t take a chance on my secretary informing the police that she is presently a patient of mine if she is ever reported missing. With her being released months ago from my treatment, there will be no ties whatsoever with me now.
I wait until the next day and I park outside of her home to stalk her. I remember her telling me that she runs a lot of her errands on Mondays and, true to her word, she exits her home early and makes her way to her car.
It is a typical Monday, an aggravating, over scheduled Monday. Every time I think she has dwindled her ‘to do’ list down, she makes her way to another store or to pay another bill. I am being patient, following her at a distance so she isn’t aware she is being followed.
From store to store I go, patiently following behind her just waiting for the opportunity to strike. She is so focused on getting done, she never notices the predator that follows her every move.
By five o’ clock, I’m tired and losing my patience. She finally lets her guard down and breaks the cardinal rule of staying out of alleys.
I can only assume she made the choice to park in one in order to hit those last two boutiques which can be easily accessed by doing so.
She makes her way out to her car and opens her trunk to unload her bags. She never sees my hand slip over her face from behind. I cover her mouth to muffle her cries for help. I can feel the pulse in her neck wildly racing and I squeeze. There will be no permanent damage but unconsciousness is only seconds away. The last words that she hears are me whispering, “Well, well, we meet again,” right before I stab her in the neck with a syringe.
She awakens, groggy and disoriented. The lighting is dim and the traffic noise outside is muted, almost as if it is at a distance. She begins to get her bearings and realizes she is in a basement. I have her arms and legs spread and tied apart in a spread eagle position, but standing up on a St. Andrew’s cross. One
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