The Lottery (2 page)

Pulling away from his ass, she sucked him clean; laving his shaft
with her tongue, catching every drop, as he slowly slid down the wall to sit on
the cold tiled floor. As the warm tongue bathed his dick, cleaning him
completely, it did not allow his cock to go completely flaccid. Her continued
manipulations soon had him erect and ready again.

Smiling up to him, she kissed his lips, and he tasted his own
seed mixed with her earthy female flavor. It had been much too long since he
had such an energetic lover, and the taste had his cock straining to slide
inside her depths and show her just what he was made of. He raised his hands to
her small bosom, and even though he usually preferred larger breasts, he had to
commend her for not getting fake ones. Too many opted for the surgeries, and he
hated fucking a woman with tits that felt unnatural and barely bounced. Like
Ophelia’s. Her tits were as hard as she was.

The blonde bombshell continued to kiss him as she straddled his
lap and slid a condom on him. He had no clue where it had materialized from,
but he was so glad she had one since it was the last thing on his mind at the
moment.

With one hand she navigated his cock to the opening of her golden
cunt and in one deep thrust, he found himself seated nearly completely in her. As
small as she was, he had doubted he would fit as well as he did without causing
her pain.

She gasped quietly, slowing to a stop as he filled her
completely. After a slight pause and a smile from her, she began to move on
him, pumping his cock inside her body as she grasped his lips with her own. Kissing
him deeply, she took his mouth over, demanding his obedience, and she set the
pace of the fucking as well.

Lowering one hand to her cunt, he began to circle her clit in
time with her pace. As she raised her body, he swept the lower side, circling
to the top on the down stroke. Sweat beaded on her lovely breasts, and he
lowered his head to savor the flavor of her nipple. Her neck relaxed, allowing
her head to fall back as her moans became louder and louder. Feeling the
quivering of her inner muscles, he wanted to prolong her pleasure as long as
possible. He clamped his hands onto her hips, stopping her motions.

“What are you doing? I was close to coming!”

“I know.” He said with a grin. Lifting one hand to her tousled
curls, he pulled her hair just hard enough for her to lower her head and arch
her spine. He dipped his head to lave her neck, biting the tender skin. He
trailed the soaked flesh until he captured one pert nipple in his mouth. Suckling
it deep in his mouth, she moaned, trying to move her hips as if she tried to regain
the momentum she had just lost.

Releasing the nipple with a loud pop, he looked up at her. “I’m
not ready for this to be over quite yet. I know what I am doing. Follow my
lead.”

He sensed she was going past the edge; her desire for her own
pleasure was overwhelming her. But with his experiences, he knew most women
rushed their pleasure and thought little of drawing it out, bringing their
satisfaction to the pinnacle. Something inside him sensed he could pull her
further than she had ever been if she would just allow him to. She was in a
rush for completion, and there was far more to lovemaking than the end result.
For once, a woman appeared to desire his release and his satisfaction. He owed
her the same in return. Bucking in his lap, silently demanding he let her move,
she lifted her head in anger, her eyes sparkling. “I don’t follow, I lead. Now,
fuck me, damn you.”

“Oh, I will. When I am ready. I’m not in the mood to take orders.
I do that too much as it is.”

Eying him squarely, he saw her anger, potentially at being told
what to do, as women rarely took on the role of submissive, and were not used
to it. Looking deep within her, he felt her relax and submit, and he thought he
saw realization in her eyes, that he could fulfill the promise of pleasure that
radiated from him. She slowed her body giving him the moment he needed. He
grasped her hips roughly and began to lift her off his cock, pounding back into
her. Rolling her onto her back, he heard the gasps behind him. Men rarely were
allowed the missionary position. A woman always controlled the situation and
always rode her man, not vice versa.

But the blonde was far past caring what position they lay in, all
she seemed to care about was the cock driving into her. Her screams filled the
room as he finally allowed her orgasm to overtake her, and he soon followed
suit, pumping the largest load he had had in many years. Out of breath, Ethan
laid there gulping lungfuls of air, trying to steady his beating heart.

A pair of manicured blood red toes in black, patent leather,
stilettos stepped into his line of sight. “I think you have embarrassed me
enough tonight with your antics. I am ready to go home. Go get the car ready, I
expect to leave within five minutes.”

“Embarrassed you?” Ethan looked up to the vicious Ophelia, with
the young man whose dick she had been sucking standing just behind her. He was
wearing a cock leash, and he noted the fine silver chain led to her blood red
tipped fingers.

“We will discuss this in the car on the way home. It is not a
conversation I plan on having here. Do
not
cause more of a scene.”

Ethan stood, rage filling his blood staring at the woman he had
grown to despise. Anger filled him, even as he tried to hide it behind the cool
veneer he typically wore around her. His hands tingled with the desire to shake
some sense into her. She obviously sensed his ill will because, for once, she
had the intelligence to look scared. But she didn’t back down, and after a
moment, she seemed to master her fear and returned his harsh stare. Squeezing
his fists together, he composed himself quickly, even as visions of all the
times she had demeaned him in public, or scarred his mind or body in her
dangerous bondage play, which he had wanted no part of, floated through his
mind. Regardless of what she had done to him though, it was never enough to
cause him to raise his hand to her.

He turned to grab his clothing from the back of a chair near the
door, ripped off the condom and discarded it before quickly dressing and striding
from the room. The pair followed behind him as he stalked towards the door. “You
are going for the car?”

Spinning around to face her, she stepped back when she looked
into his eyes. She had never been afraid of him before, but tonight she seemed a
little timid.

“Yes, Misssssssstressssss,” he spat out as he stepped just inches
from her trembling body, staring down at her, “I
am
going to get the car. I wouldn’t want to not
serve
you properly.” He stalked out of
the door, slid into the leather driver’s seat of her brand new Ama DeRosa 3,
and pulled the vehicle around to the front door. Ophelia stood in the doorway,
the light from inside creating a halo effect around her.

Rage subsiding slightly for one second, he smirked at the thought
of any halo anywhere near the woman. As she exited the home, he saw that the young
man followed her outside. His gut clenched as the pair both got into the
vehicle.

Turning to look over his shoulder into the backseat, he then
turned back to Ophelia beside him. “Who is he?”

“Not that it is really any of your business, but he is Addison,
my new lover.”

“Well, since it looks like he will be sharing your bed, I say it
is my business. And by lover, you mean slave?”

Ophelia reeled around, anger lighting up her features. Clipped
words dripped like venom from her lips. “Why must you be so unpleasant? You
know the use of that word is forbidden. He has chosen to enter a contract, just
as you had a choice to sign your own.”

“Choice? Did I really have much of a choice? It was either you or
another one just like you. And forbidden or not, you know as well as I do that it’s
the correct terminology. Regardless of what you want to call him, he will do
your bidding when and how you want it, just as I am forced to do. If that isn’t
a slave, I don’t know what is.”

The slap echoed through the car. Ethan’s face stung as his white
knuckled grip on the steering wheel tensed even tighter, as he tried to hold on
to his last shred of sanity. She had finally pushed him to his breaking point,
and he knew that he would have to walk away from this contract sooner rather
than later. Turning to look at her, he was glad to see her rubbing her hand
along her thigh. It had evidently hurt her more to hit him than the strike had
hurt him. He took some satisfaction from that.

“See what you have lowered me to? I am not a violent person,
Ethan. Just drive us home before we both do or say something we will truly
regret.”

“When did you suddenly become a pacifist? Stop trying to show off
in front of your new boy toy. Either way, he will see the real you soon
enough.”

Slipping the car into gear, Ethan slammed his foot on the
accelerator, bouncing Ophelia and her new conquest’s heads onto the seats
behind them. Dangling those keys before him had made him feel like a kid in a
candy store – her chauffer normally drove them in Ophelia’s large aerocar, but
she had felt like the speedster tonight and had maneuvered the vehicle here
herself. Letting him drive home was a rare treat.

Ethan thought back to the days before he had been stuck in his
life of sexual servitude, and the freedoms he had once had. Screaming around
fast curves in even faster cars, he had lived wild and unbound, a young man
with his whole future ahead of him and nothing to lose. The anger he felt
tonight, coupled with the stiff pedal yearning for speed under his foot, was a
lethal combination. He desired his freedom once again, and it was pushing the
limits of his normal reserve.

Driving too fast, and too wildly, he enjoyed their gasps and
moans as he nearly caused several accidents. Sliding the car into the garage
below Ophelia’s penthouse apartment, the pair looked bewildered and each
grasped the arm rests even after the vehicle’s engine was stopped.

It was childish and asinine, and Ethan had still enjoyed every
second of it, even knowing it would just cause the argument to continue and
potentially escalate. But the feeling of impotence, never being in control of
his own destiny, he felt continually emasculated. Ophelia had just made those
feelings multiply ten-fold, and her constant pushing and prodding had made this
wild man come to the forefront. To finally exert some control over himself and
others was a heady rush that was starting to take over. He needed to find
balance or this was going to go so wrong.

With fury etched in every line of Ophelia’s face, the trio slid
into the elevator, and she punched the button for the penthouse harder than
necessary. “You are so going to
pay
for that, Ethan. And you will
never
drive my car again!”

“I don’t doubt I shall suffer, I live with you, don’t I?” Turning
to laugh at the young man behind him, the poor boy looked pale and
uncomfortable. Good thing, as he had better get used to living with the witch
that she was. Looking down, he saw the gear she had the boy’s cock in was
making his flesh purple and swollen, grasping the base tightly. The chain was
attached to the base so that with each tug, it tightened even more, and he was
glad Ophelia had never tried to display him as such.

Ophelia appeared angry and kept pulling on the chain as Ethan watched
her mind churning, probably over what would be her next move. Ethan could see
it clearly on her face that she was up to something. Her eyes narrowed together
so tightly that they were mere slits; she emanated rage from every pore.
Knowing she was taking her anger out on the other man cooled some of his anger,
as he could accept responsibility and pain directed his way, but it was unfair
for him to cause another pain in his actions.

But it would make it easier to walk away if he was pissed off. And
an angry Ophelia would push him past the point of no return fairly quickly. Now
he had an out, the contract that he had so often been reminded of had kept him
from saying what he wanted to say, or doing what he wanted to do, was now
expired. Tonight’s explosion was long awaited.

But he wondered why she had not brought up the expiration, as
every other lover had done. Most of his past mistresses had renegotiated before
the contract ever ended. Could it simply be that she forgot, or was this a part
of her normal scheming? Throw him off guard, wondering whether he had a future
or not?

Slamming the door open to the penthouse, Ophelia dropped
Addison’s chain as she swiftly walked to her bedroom, stripping and throwing
clothes as she went.
Addison
picked up each
piece and followed her like a puppy into her room, his chain dragging on the
floor between his legs like a tail. Ethan walked over to the bar and poured himself
a finger full of whiskey and threw it back sharply. Pouring himself another, he
heard the bitch calling him from her bedroom.

He poured the second shot down his throat and made one last pour.
Carrying the glass into the bedroom with him, he knew he would need to be
nearly incapacitated to deal with her much longer this night. Spying
Addison
between her legs, licking her cold, dry cunt, as
she lounged across the bed, he grimaced and gulped down the rest of the liquor.
Damn it, why hadn’t he brought the entire
bottle with him?

“Take your clothes off, Ethan.”

The last thing he wanted to do right now was to please the wench.
But he had two choices. He could allow the argument that was ready to erupt
again and sleep on the streets as he really had nowhere to go tonight, or fuck
her until he could figure out a way to get to his family’s house in the
country. Sighing inwardly, he set the glass down on the old oak bureau and considering
his alternatives.

There was no public transportation this late at night, so there
was no way for him to get home. He could steal Ophelia’s car and get there, but
why bother giving her reason to persecute him further? It had to be a clean
break. He supposed that one of his old owners might give him safe refuge, but
that was no guarantee. Ophelia’s family had more money than most of the city’s
wealthiest matrons – combined, and was too powerful for many of his ex-lovers
to bother getting involved. And considering the recent gang rape of an ousted
contracted mate, he knew what his chances were if he slept on the streets.