The CEO and the Girl From the Coffee Shop (12 page)

Beth felt his
hands on her upper arms and then the rope being looped from one arm
to the other. He tightened the rope until he heard her breath hitch
and knotted it. It didn't hurt so much as it was simply
uncomfortable, but with her arms so far back, her chest was pushed
forward, and her breasts thrust foreword and up. She moaned as his
arms snaked their way around her and his palms cupped her
breasts.

"You've got
beautiful breasts Beth." His lips were grazing her lower lobe
again, and a shiver shimmied its way down her spine. Gabriel began
to roll her nipples between his index finger and thumb, sending
short jolts of pleasure through her and turning them into long,
tight nubs.

Beth released
the breath she'd been holding as he removed his hands from her and
stood. Gabriel then walked back around to face her, crouched down
and grabbed the nipple clamps from the floor. He placed the first
one on and began to tighten it around her first nipple using the
screw at the side of the clamp.

"Tell me if it
begins to hurt."

She nodded,
breath bated.

Gabriel
stopped tightening the nipple clamp, which was becoming sinfully
pleasurable and glared at her.

Shit! What did
I do wrong?

Their eyes
locked and it came to her. "Yes Sir."

Giving her a
tight smile and a nod he set back to work. He tightened it until
soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips. "Enough?"

The sensations
rushing from her nipple had reached the point where they were
bordering the line of pleasure and pain so she nodded. "Yes,
Sir."

"Good girl."
He attached the second one, adjusting until she confirmed it was
also at that perfect pleasure/pain point. Once the clamps were on,
he grabbed the blindfold and placed it over her eyes, the elastic
band around her head securing it in place.

Now
what?
She found herself becoming a little anxious and the
thought that she had similar feelings when she first lost her
virginity at age fifteen came to mind. She felt out of control, her
mind surrendering to her urges, but this time was slightly
different. She could handle not touching him, but not seeing him
either was a little distressing.

Without
another word, Gabriel scooped her up into his arms and carried her
across the room. "I want you to kneel when I put you down."

"Yes Sir."

She had no
idea where she was being placed, but her knees slid into separate
padded slots. Her heart rate increased. What was he going to do
with her? She imagined the anxiety of the wait and not being able
to see what was going on would be worse than anything he could do
to her. Suddenly her legs began to spread, the slots her knees were
in slowly separating.

"Tell me when
it begins to be uncomfortable." Gabriel instructed.

"Yes Sir."
Wider and wider her legs spread, and she found herself grateful
that Gabriel was steadying her with a hand on her shoulder. "Please
stop Sir," she said as she began to feel the strain in her inner
thighs. There was a tug at the rope restraining her arms and
finally she found herself supported as the rope was hooked onto
something behind and above her.

"Hmmm. Very
nice."

His retreating
footsteps had her alarmed again. Where was he going? What was he
going for? Was he going to leave her to wait for him? Was that part
of the game? She didn't hear him leave, but did he close the door
when they came in? She strained to hear, but all she was rewarded
with was silence. She struggled against the restraints on her arms,
but it got her nowhere and the rope rubbing into her flesh hurt. In
her current positions, she was completely helpless and the nipple
clamps continued to send pulses of pleasure and pain through her
entire body.

She was about
to call out to him when she heard one of the drawers of the dresser
opening. A surge of relief shot through her.
Oh, thank God!
Less than a minute later she heard his bare feet moving back
towards her.

"You were
scared I left you?"

Beth couldn't
make out by his tone whether he was amused or displeased.

"No Sir."

"Don't lie to
me or you'll be punished Beth."

She didn't
have a chance to respond before she heard a faint shushing noise
and then felt the sting as he slapped her pussy with something. She
cried out more from surprise than from it actually hurting.

"I-I'm"

She didn't get
to finish her sentence as she was slapped a second time. A little
harder. She was getting wetter by the second. Her pussy felt as
though it was on fire.

"Will you lie
to me again?"

She shook her
head. "No Sir."

She expected
another slap, and braced herself for it. She welcomed it even, but
instead his hand cupped her mound, massaging the stinging flesh.
The soft caress in contrast to the sting felt amazing.

He was leaning
over her again, his breath against her neck. She needed desperately
to touch him. She struggled against the restraints and was rewarded
with a slap of his palm against her wet pussy. She cried out. His
palm stung more than whatever it was that he'd used a moment
ago.

"You're so
amazingly wet Beth. You have no idea how much you turn me on," he
whispered in her ear his voice husky and filled with desire.
Another chill rushed down her spine and she attempted, with little
success due to the position she was in, to buck against his
hand.

She licked her
lower lip. "I want you Gabriel."

Another slap.
Oh-God it stung, but deliciously so.

Shit I used
his name!
She growled at herself as she was assaulted with
another swat. "I'm sorry Sir." But she wasn't.

To her
surprise with each slap she was coming closer to her orgasm.
Several more slaps came, each one a little harder than the last and
she moaned with each one. The sting was growing stronger, but also
amplified the delicious feeling. When he'd stop and massage her
reddened and swollen pussy lips she'd moan and whimper even
louder.

She was
rapidly reaching her point of climax as he massaged and stroked her
sore pussy. Her moans turned louder and more frequent as he ran the
hard thick handle of what she assumed now to be a flogger between
her drenched folds. Her body was on edge, and she once more
strained against the rope binding her arms.

Gabriel
positioned the handle of the flogger at her entrance. Its girth was
larger than his cock, larger than any cock she'd ever experienced
to be exact and a shiver of anticipation rushed through her. She
needed to be fucked - hard, fast, now! And she didn't care how or
by who or what.

"Do you want
it?" His mouth was on her neck, lips grazing her sensitive
flesh.

"Yes Sir,
please,” she begged.

He thrust the
handle of the flogger into her making her scream out at its sudden
and forceful invasion stretched her to her limits. He pulled it out
and thrust it into her a second time and then a third and fourth,
each time bringing her closer and closer to her earth shattering
climax. Finally with a loud moan she released and her juices
coursed down the length of the flogger handle. Her body quivered
from the aftermath of her sweet release. Never in her life had she
experienced anything like this, the pain and pleasure mixing so
beautifully together.

She was still
trembling when he removed the handle from her wet pussy and slowly
ran it up her stomach, between her breasts and to her mouth.

"Open your
mouth and suck your juices from it," Gabriel ordered. She complied
and opened her mouth wide. He gently inserted it. As she licked and
sucked the handle which was wrapped in leather from what she could
tell from the taste, she heard him inhale sharply.

A sense of
power washed over her as she imagined how much he wanted to fuck
her at that moment. Knowing he was also tormented with desire she
ensured she made a special show of running her tongue up and down
the length of the handle and even moaning softly as she sucked and
licked it clean.

"Enough," his
voice was ragged and strained.

Beth forced
herself not to smile, since that would no doubt get her spanked
again. Not that she would have had a big problem with that, but she
want to please him.

Gabriel slid a
hand to the back of her head, looped her long golden strands around
his fist and tugged, forcing her face to tilt upwards. "You like to
tease I see."

"Yes, Sir."
Again, she did her best not to smile. She didn't just like teasing
him, she loved it! Hearing the strain in his voice only made her
want to see him lose control more than ever.

"Hmmmm. Maybe
I won't give it to you right now." He lowered his mouth to hers,
his lips lightly grazing hers. "Maybe I'll make you suck my cock
and then come over these beautiful tits of yours." He gave the
chain connecting the two clamps a tug and a jolt rushed through
her. She cried out.

"Anything you
want Sir. Please."

"Please
what?"

"Please fuck
me Sir." The fire within her had reignited and the only thing that
was rushing through her mind was how much she needed him filling
her.

"As you
wish."

She expected
to be released, but to her dismay he pulled back from her and she
heard him walking around her. A table or bench of some sort way
placed in front of her, at her waist. Whatever it was that was
suspending her arms upwards began to lower until she found herself
leaned over the thing in front of her, her legs spread wide and her
pussy fully exposed. At that angle, she could feel the burn
beginning in her arms, or maybe it had always been there. She'd
been so preoccupied there was a possibility she'd just not noticed
it until now.

She heard him
walking away again and then the opening and closing of drawers.
After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the footsteps moving
back towards her and stop behind her.

"Your ass is
perfect." Gabriel accented the point by giving her a slap on her
exposed rear.

Beth yelped
from the shock and the sting, but refrained from answering. There
was a click sound and then his hands were on her rear, spreading
her open to him. A cool liquid was being then squirted along her
slit and he began to stroke her length, caressing her mound and
pinching her clit between his fingertips. While the liquid was cool
to begin with, his massaging turned it pleasantly warm and she
found herself moaning as he stroked her.

"Has anyone
ever fucked your ass Beth?"

Her body
tensed. She gulped. "No Sir." She'd heard it hurt, as a result, on
the couple of occasions in her life when the topic came up between
her and a partner she'd always refused. But in this instance, with
Gabriel, and being as turned on as she was, she had no
reservations. She'd take his cock any way she could get it.

His hand froze
on her for a moment and then resumed caressing her. "Alright. Then
we won't do that tonight."

A part of her
was disappointed. It had been a night of firsts for her so she was
willing to add to that list. Taking a deep breath in and gathering
the courage she nodded. "I want you to Sir."

His hand
stopped its delicious caress once more and to her dismay he removed
it. But then seconds later she felt the sting of his palm on her
ass cheek. She yelped as the sting travelled to her pussy and it
began to throb.

"I'll fuck
your ass when
I
want to? Are we clear?"

Oh shit.
Mistake number two.... Or three. She'd lost count. "I'm sorry
Sir."

"I'd hurt you
Beth," he said, his tone softer. "You need to know that I will
never,
ever
hurt you."

An unexpected
tear formed at the corner of her eye and she found herself grateful
that the blindfold was covering it. She believed him when he said
he'd never hurt her. She
believed.
And it felt so good she
wanted to weep.

Her mind was
pulled from her thoughts by Gabriel as he ran a finger along her
slit and he traced the rim of her ass with his fingertip. She froze
under his touch anxiously waiting on what he'd do next. He slipped
a finger into her ass and she moaned loudly and attempted to buck
against his finger wanting it in deeper.

"So fucking
tight. It's going to feel so good fucking this ass."

It'll be so
good with you fucking my ass Gabriel
, she wanted to say, but
held her tongue, knowing that comment would incur a spanking.

He removed his
finger and added another dob of warming lube. Seconds later, there
was a faint buzzing noise.

What the
fuck?
She struggled against the restraints. She wanted to look
over her shoulder at him, but to her frustration all she saw was
darkness.
Fucking blindfold!
"Oh-my-god!" she cried out as
the buzzing instrument pressed against the tight rim of muscle of
her anus and was slowly inserted. She tensed against the intruding
object, causing a stinging burning sensation.

"Relax Beth,"
Gabriel soothed, placing a hand on her lower back and continuing to
insert the butt plug into her.

She bit her
lip, to keep from crying out a second time, took a deep breath and
attempted to calm herself. As she relaxed, the plug became less
intrusive and more of a turn-on. The ache between her legs and her
need to have him fucking her became her new point of focus.

"Good girl,"
he leaned over her and ran a string of kissed down her back.

Beth moaned
and wiggled under him. She wanted to beg him to take her and
relieve her agony, but was learning that in this session that
begging for something pretty much guaranteed she'd get the
opposite.

Straightening
back up behind her, Gabriel positioned his cock at her entrance,
the massive head barely breaching the entrance to her core.
Grabbing tight to her hips, he slammed into her. He grunted loudly
as he buried himself to the hilt and remained there.