Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica (12 page)

‘Jay…’

‘What’s the matter, Carmen, has the cat got your
tongue?’

‘Jay, do you believe in destiny?’ She can’t
think of a less trite way to initiate the conversation.

‘Why do you ask?’

‘Because it’s very strange that you bought me
these earrings.’

‘In what way is it strange to buy a beautiful
woman a gift, especially after all she’s offered me?’

‘Jay, I was in an art gallery tonight where all
the work was inspired by ancient Viking art. But before that—’

‘You went out tonight?’

She improvises quickly, ‘I walked up there after
dinner.’

‘Did you see anything you liked?’

‘Yes. I mean, all the pieces were dark, almost
violent, but they were stunning. I saw Mike Peterson there, by some
odd coincidence,’ she dares to confess this much of the truth. ‘His
wife, Linn, was with him. She’s beautiful as a Valkyrie.’

‘Really? Were you attracted to her?’

His questions are like blows that never come
from the direction she expects. ‘No, so if you’re into threesomes,
you can forget it.’

‘But what about two other men, Carmen?’

‘That was only a dream.’

‘You’d like being fucked by more than one man at
a time, I know you would.’

She protests weakly, ‘You’re changing the
subject, and I was trying to tell you something important.’

‘I heard you loud and clear.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Are you sleeping with him?’

‘What?’

‘Are you sleeping with your boss?’

‘No!’

‘I have another present for you, Carmen.’ He
turns her around so she is facing the bed, and abruptly gags her
with a strip of cloth that cuts into the corners of her mouth as he
ties it firmly. ‘That’s good,’ he murmurs, and shoves her face down
across the mattress. ‘There’s a lot you’re not telling me, Carmen.’
He grabs her wrists, bends her arms up across her back and ties
them together. ‘I have to punish you for that.’ He pulls off her
panties. ‘I have to teach you that it’s impossible to lie to me.
Feel this?’

Her stunned senses register a hard flat piece of
what feels like leather caress her bottom.

‘I’ll bet you’ve never really been spanked
before. Am I right?’

Despite her fear, she moans in a way that comes
out sounding much more like a purr than a protest.

‘Well,’ he says, ‘there’s a first time for
everything.’

Her gasp is lost in the loud crack of the paddle
coming down hard on her ass. Conflicting emotions hit her just as
hard when he strikes her again, and again, in a steady, relentless
rhythm. She is shocked and angry, she hates him, and she’ll never
speak to him again after tonight. She can’t believe it! Who does he
think he is? These are her tense feelings in the brief space
between each blow. Yet in the agonizing moment when the leather
slaps her burning cheeks, an emotion inexplicably like gratitude
overwhelms her. Her body goes mysteriously languid with how much
she respects him for seeing her clearly, for realizing what a bad
girl she is deep down, and for punishing her as she deserves to be
punished. Her flesh accepts, almost hungrily absorbs, the pain,
which possesses the lightning quality of pure truth striking and
wasting her mind every time. It is so much more intense than
pleasure, and comes to her effortlessly through his generous
strokes.

When he finally stops, a burning echo of the
torment continues throbbing through her blood and speeding up her
pulse. She holds her breath, praying the experience is over and
whimpering through her gag, soaked with her saliva and also damp
from the hot tears streaming down her face. When his hands suddenly
spread her legs open, she doesn’t even dare imagine what he plans
to do next.

It is another breathtaking surprise when his
dick suddenly dives deep into her cunt. She can’t believe how wet
she is, and it blows her mind to realize that being beaten excited
her body more than any loving foreplay ever had. Now it is an
almost unbearable pleasure that has her half moaning, half sobbing
beneath his hard strokes, because his erection sliding in and out
of her soaking slit feels too good to believe. His cool hands brace
him on her flaming bottom as his thrusts flood her body with so
much joy they are almost harder to bear than the spanking.

He pulls out before coming and quickly pulls off
her gag. He then weaves the fingers of one hand through her hair
and yanks her head back. ‘Now let’s talk. I already know about your
boss. Tell me about the cop in your dream. You went out with him
while I was gone, didn’t you? If you lie to me again, you’ll be
very sorry, Carmen. How long have you known him?’

‘Just a few days!’

‘Have you fucked him?’

‘No!’

He asks again, quietly, ‘Have you fucked
him?’

‘No, Jay, I swear!’

‘What about the mighty Mike Peterson? Is blowing
him part of your job? Did he even look at your résumé when he hired
you, or just at your luscious lips?’

‘How dare you say that? Let go of me!’

‘Did I just hear you give me an order, Carmen?’
he asks very quietly.

‘No, sir,’ she whispers.

‘That’s right, I must have heard you wrong.
Anyway, you may not have fucked him, but you want to. In fact, if I
told you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl under his
desk and suck his dick, you’d do it, wouldn’t you, Carmen?’

She is afraid to lie, and even more worried by
the truth.

‘That’s right, you would,’ he sounds more
satisfied than angry, ‘because you’ll do whatever I tell you to. If
I told you to lick his ass, you would, wouldn’t you, Carmen?’

She would have expected such a suggestion to
disgust her – the fact that it actually turns her on blows her
mind.

His grip on her hair tightens painfully. ‘Answer
me, baby.’

‘Yes,’ she replies softly, ‘I would.’

‘I thought so.’

‘I’ll do anything you say,’ she adds fervently,
‘anything!’

He releases her.

She rests her wet cheek on the bed again. She
can’t recall ever feeling so relaxed and content, as if he has
lifted a weight from her she never knew she was struggling to carry
around. She hears him zip his pants closed, and then feels him sit
down beside her. She waits for him to untie her, but he merely
rests a casual hand on her hot bottom.

‘You’re mine now, Carmen. Do you understand
that? You’re very special,’ he adds firmly, ‘and you’re mine.’

She closes her eyes, sighing, ‘Yes, Jay.’

‘I’ve waited a long time for you.’

She feels as though he is beating her again,
this time with her own fierce joy at his words. ‘I love you,’ she
whispers.

‘I know. You’re mine now.’

This was not the response she had hoped for, yet
it is enough for the moment that he is being possessive of her and
laying down the law, which means they are going to have a
relationship, that he isn’t just passing through.

He begins untying her. ‘From now on, you’re
going to be a good girl, Carmen.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Her wrists slip free of the tight
silk even as his hold on her tightens inexorably.

‘However, I’m not quite through punishing you
yet.’

‘You’re not?’

‘I haven’t even started with you, Carmen.’ He
gets up. ‘Turn around.’

She rolls over onto her back, and sits up.

He slaps her. ‘Did I tell you to sit?’

She falls back across the bed again.

He removed his coat before spanking her, but
otherwise he is still fully dressed, as usual.

She asks in a small voice without looking at
him, ‘Don’t you ever plan to take your clothes off with me?’

‘Did I give you permission to speak?’

She sits up again, suddenly angry. ‘I don’t need
your permission,’ she snaps, and then cringes, expecting him to
slap her again.

‘No, you don’t,’ he agrees, sounding reasonable,
‘except when you’re in a bedroom with me, then you’d better believe
you need it, because if you disobey me, if you do anything I don’t
tell you to,’ he unzips his pants again, ‘I’ll punish you. Hold out
your hands.’

She hesitates, reassured, but still nervous
about what she is getting herself into with him.

‘Don’t make me repeat myself, Carmen.’

She lifts her palms up towards him like a
beggar.

He lays his gently erect penis in her hands. ‘Do
you want this?’

‘Yes,’ she whispers, holding him reverently.

‘Then you have to play by my rules. I told you
what I’m into, and what I expect from you. It also happens to be
what you want, but you’re only just awakening to it, and you’re a
little frightened of your reactions and of what you feel. Am I
right?’

‘Yes.’ She couldn’t have put it better herself,
especially because how much she wants his now full erection inside
her, anywhere inside her, consumes all her thoughts.

‘I would never really hurt you, Carmen, you know
that, don’t you?’

She looks up towards his eyes even though she
can’t really see them in the darkness. ‘Yes, Jay.’

‘Then what are you afraid of?’

She has to think about this a moment. ‘I’m
afraid of how much I like it when you give me orders, of how much I
enjoy not having a choice. I’m a little worried that I… that when
you spanked me…’

‘You loved it.’

‘Yes.’ She lowers her face, and gently kisses
his helmet.

‘Did I give you permission to do that?’

‘No, sir.’

‘No, I didn’t.’ He lifts his dick out of her
hands and takes a step back. ‘I was going to fuck you some more,
but I think I’ll just let you watch me jack off.’

She stares at him in disbelief as he begins
stroking himself with one hand while adjusting the opening in his
underpants with the other. ‘But…’ she barely manages to stop
herself.

But it isn’t fair! He shouldn’t punish her for
kissing him, for wanting him so much! Her mouth, her pussy, even
her asshole – she acknowledges with a perverse thrill – are so
hungry for him that she grips the edge of the bed in mute despair
as he masturbates in her face.

‘Touch yourself,’ he says quietly.

She obeys him eagerly, her eyes on his long,
straight, beautiful cock. She imagines it slipping inside her, and
almost at once finds herself on the edge of the bed, and of
coming.

‘Slowly, Carmen.’

‘Oh, God, please,’ she pants, spreading her legs
and furiously rubbing her clit.

‘Please what? You have my permission to speak.
Tell me what you want.’

‘I want you!’

‘You’ll have to be more specific.’

She leans back and gazes down at the slender yet
curvy body he is so cruelly rejecting. Her breasts tremble slightly
as she vigorously caresses the intensely sensitive heart of her
mound, and her rosy nipples are so tight they ache for the soft,
soothing attention of his tongue, which so far he has completely
denied her. ‘I want you inside me,’ she insists breathlessly, her
eyes filling with tears she is so wet and desperate for him.

‘Not good enough.’

She is so close to an orgasm that she has to
stop touching herself, yet it is still a struggle not to come just
imagining how good it would feel to have his penis comforting her
crying pussy. ‘I want you to put your dick inside me, Jay,
please.’

‘Where inside you, Carmen?’

‘Oh, God, anywhere, please…’

‘You’ll have to be more specific again.’

His detachment makes her want to cry it is so
cruel, because at the same time it turns her on almost more than
she can bear.

‘Where do you want my dick, Carmen?’ he asks
politely, pumping his erection quickly and lightly.

‘In my ass,’ she whispers fervently, and closes
her eyes in shame. But the answer flowed out of her excitement
unbidden; her mind had nothing to do with it.

‘Well, I think I can do that.’ He steps towards
her.

She collapses across the bed as if stabbed by
how violently she desires him.

‘Bring your knees up to your shoulders,’ he
commands.

Her mind utterly blank with need, she does as he
says.

He dips a finger into her hot cunt, and
transfers some of its rich moisture to her dry orifice. Then he
grips her behind the knees. ‘Help me in, baby.’

She reaches down and takes hold of his rigid
penis with both hands. She is sorely tempted to pull him down into
her pussy instead, but she wouldn’t dare, and much as it makes no
sense, she really does want him in her ass again. But the angle
feels wrong, potentially excruciating, especially when his helmet
knocks on her backdoor and pain immediately radiates through her.
Nevertheless, she clenches her teeth and begins struggling to let
him in. ‘Oh, no, no,’ she whimpers, ‘I can’t, I can’t!’

‘Do it,’ he says tightly.

He doesn’t have to threaten to punish her if she
doesn’t obey him. The thought of not feeling him anywhere inside
her at all is threat enough, worse than any possible pain. So she
closes her eyes and makes a desperate effort to relax. It was
easier when he forced himself on her; it is much harder having to
willingly hurt herself. Yet she does it, she gets his helmet inside
her, then lets go of him and clutches her comforter as he slowly
pushes his way into her. The profound satisfaction she experiences
is worth the torment, which is only a shadow cast by the intense
pleasure as he forces his whole engorged dick swiftly in and out of
her tight space, thrusting deep and hard as if intent on raping
some deep, dark virginal part of her. And even as her eyes fill
with tears, she loves the feel of his erection selfishly stabbing
her ass. She loves it so much all she has to do is touch her
clitoris again to come harder than she ever has in her life, or
even in her dreams.

*

Carmen decides to kill the first endless half of
Sunday by cleaning her apartment from top to bottom, including all
those little nooks and crannies she usually ignores. Thoroughness
is the only answer for her restlessness. If her friend, Carol,
hadn’t moved up to New York six months ago, she might have spent
the day shopping for clothes with her while fantasizing about Jay
Westgate stripping them off her. She could have confided in Carol,
tried to describe the storm of feelings going on inside her like a
broadcaster pointing at a satellite picture of unstable weather
fronts. Carol wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it, but
just getting it all off her chest would have felt good.