Sleeping Lady (3 page)

“That’s one toppled dart,” Billy said as he nudged the vibrator a little to the right. “You’ve got over three minutes to go.”

Her eyes opened and she saw he was right. She hadn’t even felt it fall. “Billy, please, I can’t …” The trembling in her muscles was growing stronger, and all the darts wavered on their cheap, unstable bases. “Oh, I’m going to come.”

“Then do it without moving, Georgia.”

“I … can’t,” she panted.

He tapped the bullet right on that sensitive spot. If only she were nude it would have been too much stimulation for her to come, and she would have gone numb, but the panties provided just the right amount of buffer. 

She made the mistake of looking at Billy. Even though he kept the expression on his face neutral, his cock was straining against the front of his jeans, and he couldn’t keep the glimmer of excitement out of his eyes. It was subtle, but it was there.

Was he turned on because he enjoyed torturing her? Or because he was looking forward to disciplining her for the fallen darts? Or maybe he simply enjoyed the spectacle of a woman turned on and at his mercy.

That was the wrong line of thinking if she wanted to avoid coming.

“Ninety seconds, Georgia.”

But it was too late. The heat in her clit had spread into her pussy. She tingled all over, and her insides were clenching rhythmically. She was going to come; it was too late to stop it.

She held her hips as still as possible, but when the orgasm hit, her entire body shook. She squealed, fighting it, but she was powerless against Billy’s calculated assault.

“Four darts down. Sixty seconds to go.”

Her breath was fast and ragged. The problem with coming wasn’t flailing during the orgasm. It was the super-sensitivity after. “Please stop. I can’t.” Her hips were doing jerky little movements as she tried to evade the wicked intentions of Billy’s evil toy.

She thrust her hand between the vibrator and her tortured little nub. 

Billy shut off the vibrator and tossed it aside. “If you come when you’re at work, you think that gives you permission to suddenly stop doing your job? Not only did all the darts fall down but you completely broke character.”

Georgia covered her mouth with her hands. He was right. “I’m not cut out for this job.”

Billy sighed as he pulled apart his makeshift device. “You’ll get there. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to punish you. I really didn’t expect you’d knock down every single dart.”

The little darts were scattered all over the place. One of them had even landed on the floor. Georgia retrieved it, shamefaced. Had she really moved around
that
much? Apparently she had.

After she collected them all, she handed them to Billy who tossed them into the basket. Then he sat in one of the chairs. “Come here, Georgia.”

She put her hands behind her back, suddenly apprehensive. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing that I want to have to do, but it’s my job.”

It was tempting to ask why his cock was so hard if he didn’t want to do it, but she figured it wasn’t the time to ask questions that might annoy him. When she was within arm’s reach, he snared her wrist, moving so fast she hadn’t even realized what was happening.

He pulled her over his knee, and she obediently yielded. He was in charge, and if this was what he thought she needed, she’d better accept it, hadn’t she?

He pulled the bottom of her t-shirt up over her ass. “Take down your panties.”

Now her face was really red. She barely knew Billy and yet he wanted a prime view of her from the worst angle possible. She slowly wriggled out of them.

“Ah, Georgia. You’re very trying.” He inhaled suddenly, sharply. “You will count.”

“Count what?”

Billy’s large, hard palm descended swiftly and surely. It connected to her bare ass with a loud crack. “That’s one.”

“One,” Georgia said. She was surprised to find that her voice had gone all quivery and that she was quietly crying.

He spanked her again like she’d been a naughty child. “Two.”

“Two,” Georgia repeated with a sob. There was no hiding her tears anymore.

The next smack actually hurt. “Three,” Georgia said. Each time he hit her, it was harder and harder. By the time she reached twenty, she couldn’t stop from screaming.

Someone banged at the door. “Is everything ok in there?” a female voice called out.

Billy sighed as he soothed Georgia’s smarting rear. Georgia sniffled and started to stand, thinking it was over, but Billy pulled her back across his lap. “Did I give you permission to stand?”

She hadn’t known she needed it. “No, Billy.”

He smacked her tender flesh five more times. 

When he was done, he helped her stand and unlocked the door. Prussia and Elaine stood outside. “Sorry to alarm you, ladies. I’m just trying some unconventional teaching methods. But since you’re here, come in and watch if you like,” he said. “She’s a handful, but I’ll get her in line.”

Georgia’s eyes went wide as she worried that he was going to spank her again. But instead he ordered her to get into position on the bed. She did, wiping the tears from her cheeks. He was so harsh with her; she didn’t understand why he couldn’t smile more often. And yet … his firmness turned her on.

“Mouth open,” he said. “We went over this.”

She opened her mouth.

“We need to back up a moment. You are not to come when I fuck you. And try to stay still.” He shook his head as if he didn’t know why he wasted his breath.

Then he pulled his cock out of his jeans—right in front of Prussia and Elaine. He yanked the crotch of her panties aside and pressed the enormous, swollen head of his cock into her quivering flesh. 

She moaned and curled her hands into fists.

“Stay still,” Prussia said in a loud whisper. Elaine shushed her.

As Billy’s cock made way in her tight hole, the beginnings of an unexpected orgasm announced itself with delightful little tremors. All that spanking had gotten her worked up again.

“Billy, please” she pleaded. She was crying again. Billy grabbed her wrists with one hand and restrained her.

“Don’t you come. You’re not getting paid to orgasm. Do you understand?”

She did, but her pussy didn’t. Her pussy only knew that the hunkiest male she’d ever met was on top of her, fucking her with his gigantic cock, and the anger in his dark eyes only made him rougher, which served to make her even hornier.

Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to form the words to beg him to
please
have pity. Billy suddenly dipped his head and captured her mouth with his teeth, biting gently.

“No, no, no,” Georgia breathed when he released her. She was trying to tell her pussy to stop being so excited and slippery.

“Don’t you tell me no,” Billy growled.

“I didn’t mean—”

Billy rocked deep in her and held himself so firmly there that he hit the very ends of her pussy, and it hurt so good. Without relenting his seat in her, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them until she gasped.

“You will not come.” He pumped his thick cock.

She silently pleaded that he’d finish before the pain turned into pure ecstasy. For several long minutes, he punished her, using his large cock as if it were specifically designed to make her tight little hole uncomfortable.

But he was right. She didn’t come. Her body wanted to, but Billy was fucking her in such a way that she just couldn’t. It was all his doing.

“That’s better,” he grunted. Georgia kept her eyes closed and tried to breathe as if she were having a sexy dream, not getting angrily fucked by this modern-day gladiator. 

With a long, deep groan, he finally emptied himself into her.

After he rolled off her, Elaine and Prussia applauded.

“You did great, honey,” Prussia said. She pulled a towel out of the wicker basket and handed it to Billy. “You were so still there at the end.”

Georgia sat up, trembling. “I was?”

Elaine nodded. “It was pretty good.”

She thought about how she’d been still when his cock was hitting her at that angle. An untapped reserve of self-control hadn’t done it; Billy’s long cock, cruelly applied, had kept her from coming. And he knew it as well as she did.

“I think that’s good for now,” Billy said. “Go home and think about how it felt. You’ll want to tap into that memory in the future. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ok.” 

He paused and turned just before walking out the door. “And Georgia? Do us both a favor and masturbate a few times before you come in. I don’t want to have to go through this every day.”

Georgia smiled. There was a very good chance that she might not make it out of training. That would be embarrassing, not to mention a waste of time. On the other hand, getting fucked by Billy was worth all kinds of trouble.

Especially if he was the one dishing the trouble out.

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