Pierced (2 page)

When his hand had finally tired, he caressed her buttocks and thighs while she calmed down. He then stood her up.

“Hold on to the desk; I want to see my marks.” She did as he said. “You have the perfect ass for this,” he said. “It’s bright red now and I bet it stings.”

“Yes. Christ, it burns!”

“Good.”

He stood and she turned to watch as he unzipped his pants.

He saw her eyes grow wide when he took out his thick, hard cock. “I don’t want to…do that...”

No need to rush, she’d be back.

“I told you I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to. You can trust me to keep my word. Do you want to see what you did to me? How hard you made me? Would you like to stay and watch me come?” he asked, already stroking his penis.

She didn’t answer but she also didn’t leave. Her gaze was glued to his cock. He knew she’d be aroused to the edge of orgasm and he intended to keep her tense. “Have you ever watched a man jerk off?”

She shook her head.

“In a minute you’re going to feel my hot cum on your ass cheeks. Would you like that? Having me spew all over your ass?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, nodding.

“Then get ready for me.”

She bent over the desk, spreading her legs wide and returned her attention to him. The way she positioned herself, it was obvious she trusted he wouldn’t do anything they hadn’t agreed to.

He pumped his cock, enjoying the look of her sleek, reddened cheeks, the slit of moist, soft flesh between. She’d feel his hot cum on her ass today, and in time, inside it. He stroked himself faster and faster until, with a familiar twitch, orgasm came on like a tidal wave, the juices of his huge cock spilling onto her upturned ass, sliding down her inflamed cheeks.

Once he recovered, he zipped his pants and Maggie straightened up.

“I don’t remember telling you to get up,” he said without looking at her.

One glance his way and she lay herself back down.

“You want to come, don’t you Maggie?”

“Yes.”

“Reach back and make yourself come. It’s my turn to watch you now.”

She hesitated, but her arousal was greater than her shame. She reached a hand beneath her and, keeping her legs wide so he could see, began to rub her clit. She made a sound and he smiled.

“Good girl,” he said. The bell over the front door of the shop rang: his next customer. Her eyes flew open and she stopped.

“You haven’t come yet, Maggie. I want you to come. And arch your back higher, I want to see everything.”

“But someone’s here, Sir,” she said.

“Imagine what they’d think if they walked in to find us like this. You naked and bent over fucking yourself. Turns me on, to be honest.”

She only stared at him in disbelief.

“You won’t be allowed up until you come,” he smiled. “You decide how long that’ll take.”

After a moment, her fingers started to move again and with her other hand she took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched. Soon her eyes were closed and she made that sound again as she squeezed her thighs together and arched her back way up. She was so fucking hot that if he didn’t have an appointment waiting in the next room, he’d have fucked her then and there.

She shuddered as she came, and a few moments later, opened her eyes. “Sir?” was all she said.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come, Maggie. The things I’d like to do to you...” He helped her stand. “You can clean up in there,” he said, pointing to a door in the corner. “Then let yourself out.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, moving toward it.

“Come back on Tuesday night, same time, if you think you’d like to go further,” he said, opening the office door.

She didn’t answer and he walked out. “Ready to finish up that art?” he asked the man who was waiting, trying hard to put thoughts of Maggie out of his mind.

Chapter Three

It was half past ten when Maggie walked into Chaos on Tuesday night.

“You’re late,” Anthony said.

“I didn’t realize you had me on a schedule,” she retorted. Her tone made him raise his eyebrows. She saw it and busied herself with putting her keys into her purse.

“Pardon?”

He could almost see her brain working. She tilted her head to the side to match his expression. She was feeling cocky. That could be fun.

“Come with me, Maggie,” he said, walking toward the office.

Obediently, she followed. He opened the door to let her enter before him. Once inside, he took up the same spot at the edge of the desk as he had the last time.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, folding his arms across his chest.

“No.” Once again she mimicked his expression.

One side of his mouth lifted into a smirk. He blinked, rubbing his chin as he decided how to proceed, making her wait.

“Long day, Maggie?” he taunted. “Or do you just need a reminder why you come here?”

“I don’t need a reminder.”

“I think you might.” Her face went white when he moved toward her. “Or you want me to just do it for you?” His hands gripped the front of her very nice-looking silk blouse and in one fell swoop, ripped it in two.

Maggie jumped back, sucking in a sharp breath. She put her hands against his chest to push him away. “Stop! What are you doing?” She fought him.

“What you want,” he said, his voice calm. “I’m doing what you want.” He held her against the wall and continued to strip her bare.

“It’s not what I want. Stop.”

“Safe word,” he said, pulling off her jeans, taking her to the floor as he did. “It’s the only way I’ll stop. Say it if you really mean it!” He stripped off her bra next, hoping and knowing she wouldn’t use the word. He tore off her panties and pulled her to stand. As soon as she found her feet, she swung her arm out and slapped him hard across the face.

“You jerk!” she yelled as Anthony touched a hand to his cheek. “That blouse cost a lot of money!” He caught her wrist mid-air when she prepared to swing again.

Everything stopped for a moment. Maggie’s eyes grew wide when his gaze bore into hers. She took a step back, or tried to, but he held on to her. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt, yanking it free from the loops of his jeans.

She looked from the belt to his eyes. He could practically hear the pounding of her heart in her chest as she struggled to free herself. Pushing her ahead of him, he forced her to face the wall and pulled her wrists behind her back.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, still struggling. “You’re not going to use the belt? You can’t!”

“I should,” he said, binding her wrists with the thick leather. “But I won’t.” He tightened the restraint and turned her around. “Not today.” She stumbled when he let her go.

“Bend over the desk,” he told her without looking at her. He opened a drawer to retrieve a long wooden paddle. When he turned, she was staring at him. “I mean it, Maggie. Now!” He hoped it was clear from his voice that he was dead serious.

She went to the desk and bent over. Anthony moved behind her. He kicked her legs farther apart. “Face forward.”

He needed her to face away because he needed a moment to get himself under control. His erection was raging and the look of her bent over as she was, with his belt binding her wrists, was about to do him in. He took a step to the side and brought the paddle down hard on her waiting cheeks.

“Owww!” she cried out, her legs closing as she jumped.

Without waiting, he struck again. She yelped and would have covered her ass but for the binding. Kicking her legs apart, he kept up the blows. The paddle left bright pink blotches that he knew would smart more than the spanking had. He laid out the pattern, his attention fully on the punishment, on the marking of her willing but struggling body.

Only after almost thirty strokes, when she’d stopped her struggling and lay whimpering across the desk, did he quit. Setting the paddle by her face, he pressed his hips against her burning cheeks, his erection apparent through his jeans.

“Maggie.” He brought his face close to hers. His voice was soft and he gently stroked her hair. “You choose whether or not to come. I choose what happens when you’re here. Is that clear?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered through her tears.

“Good girl,” he said. He untied her wrists. Unzipping his pants, he continued to stroke her hair. “Maggie?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“I want to fuck you,” he said, stroking his cock against her reddening cheeks. “Would you like me to fuck you?”

“Yes. Please...Sir.” She arched her back.

“You did well, Maggie,” he said, sliding himself into the cleft between her buttocks. She moaned as he stroked his cock up and down. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for me. I want to see everything while I fuck you.”

She did as he said, opening herself for him.

“I want to watch.”

“You may,” he said, and she turned her head. His eyes were focused on her upturned, spread ass. The tip of his cock found the moist opening between the lips of her pussy and pressed slowly in. She moaned as he filled her smooth passage and pulled out, repeating the action, moving faster. Her breathing came in pants and she reached for her clit.

He smacked her ass hard, but his voice was soft, relaxed. “I didn’t tell you to move your hand, did I?” Another slap.

“No,” she said even as she lifted her ass to receive the slap. She put her hand back where he wanted it. “Please, I want to come.” When he delivered another slap, she added a breathless, “Sir. Please let me touch myself, Sir. Please Sir.”

Anthony smiled, fucking her hard and fast. Her breath came unevenly as she closed her eyes and turned her face away, whimpering. She was close.

“Come for me, Maggie,” he said, “touch yourself and come for me.”

She slipped her hand back under her belly. He knew the moment she touched her clit because she made that small noise and her cunt tightened around his cock. He put his hands flat against her ass, keeping her spread, ready to come himself. Once her orgasm subsided, he pulled out and, holding her with one hand, he spewed his cum over her ass, covering both cheeks, watching as it began to drip down her thighs.

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She remained as she was while he showered in the small bathroom. He was quick to return and was pleased she’d held her position. He wanted to fuck her all over again when he moved behind her to analyze his work.

“You did well, Maggie. After your initial outburst.”

“Can I get up?” Cocky again. “Sir.”

“No.”

She obeyed. She wanted to be dominated and Anthony liked the idea very much.

“I think you like being forced. Is that true?” he asked, gripping a handful of her tousled hair. When she didn’t answer, he tugged.

“You’re hurting me.”

“But I think you like it. Answer me.”

“Yes. I like it, Sir,” she said. “Please let me get up. Sir.”

“Nice as you can, ask me.”

“Please may I get up, Sir?”

“Sweet,” he said. “You can get up. Do you want to rinse off?”

“Yes.”

“I have to go,” he said, checking his watch. “My brother will be here in ten minutes; he can let you out.”

“What? Brother?”

“Yes, Maggie. Be happy you won’t meet him with your ass in the air.”

She blushed.

“Joel and I are very close,” he said.

“Does he know what we’re doing?”

“He has some idea. But remember what I said, the no judgment?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“No shame. You can trust Joel too.”

“OK,” she answered, obviously considering his comments.

“Do you want to come back again?” he asked when he got to the door.

“Yes.”

“Even if I told you I wanted to use my belt?”

“I…” She was completely flustered.

“Maggie, I don’t know why you still struggle. I’ve seen you at your most vulnerable, I’ve had you laid out across my lap, I’ve spanked you, I’ve fucked you. Do I need to go on?”

She shook her head.

“Then get over it and just answer me.”

“Yes, I want to come back.”

He smiled. “I also want to fuck your ass.”

“What?”

“I’m guessing it’ll be a first.”

She nodded.

“I think you’ll enjoy it. Very much. I wanted to ask you now because I want you go home and think about what I’m going to do to you. What you’re going to let me do to you. What do you think, Maggie? Think you’d like me to whip you before fucking your ass?”

She stared at him.

“Friday night, ten o’clock, if you want to.”

“OK,” she said, still a little flustered.

“And this time, don’t be late.”

She watched as he closed the door.

Chapter Four

Joel’s phone rang as he turned the corner to Chaos. “Hey, big brother.”

“Hey. You at the shop?”

“Just getting to the door. Why?”

“Maggie’s there. The girl from the other day. I told her you’d let her out.”

Joel grinned. “She came back, huh? Your spanking didn’t scare her off?”

Anthony ignored his question. “Just let her out, will you?”

“Sure, no worries. See you later.”

“Later.”

They hung up. Joel unlocked the shop door and went inside. He heard the shower switch off and contemplated walking into the office as if he had no idea she was there. He decided against it though. For now anyway. Joel had always been curious about Anthony’s tastes. Maybe he’d get a chance to watch sometime.

He made himself comfortable near the door and fifteen minutes later, she walked out of the office. She stopped dead when she caught his eyes on her and Joel took his time checking her out. Her hair lay wet against her back and her face flushed pink.

“You must be Maggie,” Joel said, standing. Although shorter than Anthony by a few inches, Joel looked like a slightly younger version of Anthony, with a little more hair on his head. He too had a full sleeve tattoo but only on one arm, not both.

“You’re Anthony’s brother?” she asked.

“Yes; Joel,” he said, extending a hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, throwing a nervous glance at the door. “I have to run.”

“Oh, sure. Door’s unlocked,” he said, his voice casual. He could see she just wanted to bolt.

“Thanks.” And with that, she rushed out. Joel watched her backside as she moved quickly away.