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comickazie

Posted: Jul 12, 2008 - 07:53 PM

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It might be a little long winded (and if it is please let me know) but enjoy:

CHAPTER 1 – The Meeting

Kazie admired herself in the picture window of the club for the thousandth time while waiting in line. It wasn’t that she was narcissist; she was actually quite the opposite always thinking she was not pretty or too fat. She focused on the positive: the way her red hair complimented her hazel eyes and her lips; very full but not overly so and very sensual whether covered with gloss or bare. This was her way of gaining confidence which made her feel sexy. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the reflection of the tour bus in the window. She had assumed they were already here. The small crowd cheered at their arrival but all Kazie could do is wait in silently in anticipation to see him. She felt like a teenager again waiting to see her favorite boy band then she scolded herself at the comparison. This is no boy band; their music meant more to her than that stimulating all of her senses and forcing her to think for once in her life. The roadies stepped off first then one-by-one members of the band trickled out; Kazie saw his outline in the doorway and she couldn’t breathe. He stepped off the bus, smiled brightly at the crowd, and threw his fists in the air causing the crowd to go wild. Laughing, he joined his band mates in greeting a few fans before going in for sound check.

His demeanor was that of an open, gentle and, more importantly, approachable person. He and the other members of the band patiently signed autographs and posed with fans while engaging in a variety of conversations. Kazie felt like she was in a fog…he was really there standing only a few feet from her. She could reach out and touch his broad shoulders to get his attention but she was paralyzed. Just as she screamed at herself to do so he turned and made eye contact with her. She felt herself blush and smiled at him shyly while inside chastising herself for acting like some clumsy prepubescent dork; she was much older than that! Kazie began to open her mouth to speak but the band was called inside; a missed opportunity that she kicked herself for hours afterward.

When the doors opened at 8:30pm, the invigorated crowd lurched forward, eager to get inside. The venue held approximately 650 people but Kazie thought there were some violations as far as head count went. Either side of the stage area had neon orange safety netting separating a bar room from the stage. Songs from Disturbed, Tool, Slipknot and the like pumped out of the sound system as the roadies performed sound checks, tuned various instruments, and checked lighting. As the lights dimmed around 9pm, the crowd surged forward resembling a huge wave with the surf breaking near the front of the stage; the sound was deafening as black and white images appeared on the screen in the back of the stage. Then, like an explosion, the band burst into their performance overwhelming all the senses and ended with the same energy as it began.

Kazie’s ears were still ringing when she stepped into the bar area.

“Kazie?!?”

Kazie turned towards the female voice and saw a woman waving her over to the bar. She introduced herself as lasofia from the SOAD Fans forum. Kazie joined Laura for a drink and neither one didn’t complete a sentence without mentioning John or Daron.

“Excuse me ladies but we are closing in 15 minutes and I would ask you to please finish your drinks and leave.” said a bouncer who could have doubled for Vin Diesel. Kazie and Laura waved their acceptance but continued their conversation anyway; there were still a few fans left in the bar and they had no intention of ending their night early.

Suddenly she heard the gruff but sweet tones of him, “Hey, can I get a Budweiser?” Both girls froze at the sound and Kazie looked in the mirror behind the bar; John was standing directly her. She could smell his sweat and feel heat radiating off his body as he reached for the beer on the bar.

“Excuse me”

Kazie turned and was inches from his face. She blushed again but refused to miss her chance again. She smiled and said, “Sure. Great show.” She immediately regretted saying something so stupid and mundane. John smiled, recognizing her from the line outside. “Thanks. I’m John.” Kazie couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes, I know. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kazie.” She introduced Laura and offered John to sit with them. He accepted but added that he couldn’t stay too long. The group made small talk until “Vin” came over again to remind the group they were closing. Both women looked down especially Laura who was still waiting for Daron. Kazie sympathized with Laura then John, seeming to pick up on Laura’s disappointment, said, “Would you ladies like to come to a get-together we’re having back at the hotel.” Then he added with a smile, “I’m sure Daron will be there.” Kazie and Laura smiled simultaneously as John slipped a piece of paper in Kazie’s hand, holding onto her for a moment then turned and walked away.

The party reminded Kazie of college: beer bottles strewn everywhere, stacks of pizza boxes half empty, bodies anywhere they could fit, and the overwhelming aroma of hashish. The instant the girls arrived, they were separated; Laura making a bee-line to the open space next to Daron on the overstuffed couch. It reminded Kazie of a moth to the flame. “What’s your poison, sweet-stuff?” said a stout gentleman she recognized as Sako (the “gun-guy”). He stood behind a dining room table that doubled as a makeshift bar. “You know how to make a ‘Red Death’?” Sako shook his head as Kazie continued, “It’s a Kamikaze and an Alabama Slammer mixed together.” “Sounds delicious” said John as he moved closer to Kazie. “It tastes like Hawaiian Punch with a zing” she explained as Sako handed her the drink and slinked away. John grabbed the drink before she could take a sip and put it to his lips. Kazie felt a stir in her pants as she watched him partake of her favorite beverage. “A little too sweet for my taste” as he handed Kazie the Solo cup then picked up a bottle of Jameson whiskey. “Now this is a drink” as he took a shot and chased it with the Bud in his other hand. “Looks like your friend is having a good time” John commented pointing in the direction of the couch. Laura was sharing a hit off a bong with Daron that turned into one of the most passionate kisses Kazie had seen in a while. John leaned in and whispered in Kazie’s ear, “Come on”. The mix of Jamison and Budweiser intoxicated Kazie’s sense of smell as she followed John into the ‘living room’ area.

Kazie suddenly realized that her bladder was going to burst. “Um, I need to use the bathroom” she said as she excused herself and walked into the master bedroom. There were only a few people in here engaging in very intimate conversations; they didn’t even notice as Kazie walked by. After empting her bladder, she washed up and checked herself in the mirror. She could hardly believe she was here; it felt like a dream that got stranger as she opened the bathroom door. In the time she was in the bathroom, an orgy broke out on the king sized bed! One couple was nearly off the bed as the guy plunged roughly into some random blonde again and again. Another woman was enjoying cunnilingus while alternately directing the blonde and sucking off another guy. The entire room smelled of sex and Kazie was fascinated by scene. She made her way to the door opposite of the bathroom but was unable to tear her eyes away. One of the men beckoned for her to join but Kazie politely shied away.

John met her at the door with her drink in his hand. “Here,” he said handing her the drink, “You forgot this.” Before she could tell John about what she just saw, he peered into the other room. “Oh yeah…that happens all the time” Kazie was astonished by his casualness of his statement. He grabbed her hand and led her through the maze of bodies to the balcony. The cool air was refreshing. The sweat on Kazie’s neck was instantly cooled causing her skin to ‘goosepimple’ or was it the fact that John never took his hands off her?

“Are you having a good time?” John asked.

Kazie nodded as she took a long pull of her drink. She winced at the bitterness of the alcohol but was thankful because it was helping her to relax. John took the drink from her hands and set it on the patio table then he placed his hands on Kazie’s hips and pulled her closer, lacing his fingers in the small of her back. In a low voice he said, “I’m glad you stuck around after the show. I saw you in line and was so pissed that I didn’t get the chance to talk with you.” He moved his hands up and cradled her face; she looked deep into his beautiful brown eyes and found desire looking back. Kazie’s heart was racing and when she touched John’s chest she was surprised his heart was pounding just as fast.

The kiss was soft at first then became more confident; immediate need filled the air around them. Kazie gasped when John suddenly grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand and held her close with the other. He forced her head to one side and bit into her neck. Kazie’s fingers dug into his back as she let out a loud hiss. Her thigh brushed up against the bulge in John’s pants. He took one of Kazie’s hands and placed it over the area. “That’s how I feel when you look at me.” He whispered hoarsely. Kazie slid her hands over the material that covered John’s shaft and they continued to kiss. “Do you want me Kazie?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied. “Tell me…tell me how much you want me to fuck you.” Her whole body trembled with need; she wanted nothing more than to feel him against her; to have his huge cock thrusting in and out of her. “Oh, God! Yes, John, I want you. I want to feel you deep inside me.” She looked deep into his eyes, “Fuck me, John. Please.” she begged.

Not another word was said as they hurried to John’s room down the hall. He flipped on the switch then grabbed Kazie by the shoulders and pinned her to the door. The kiss was hot, wet, and full of need. He picked her up by the waist and threw her on the bed. With one fluid motion he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Kazie sat up on her knees drinking in the sight of him: His goatee accenting the swollen lips from passionate kissing, the roundness of his boyish face, his muscular arms, and dark hair swirled across the plains of his chest and belly that arrowed into a line that disappeared below the low waist of his jeans. She never took her eyes off him for fear if she did, it would break the spell. She tore off her shirt in the same manner as him as he reached for her. He tore off the bra she wore and took one nipple into his mouth as he fondled the other. Kazie’s head lulled back as wave after wave of passion rolled over her. She let out a loud sigh as he softly bit into her.

John’s passion was overwhelming; her body was soft and smelled of sweet jasmine. He wanted to devour her, to partake of the sweetness of her body. He pushed her back onto the bed and their lips met again; tongues dancing taking in the taste of sex and alcohol. Their bodies entangled and Kazie loved the feel of his skin against hers; the way his chest hair brushed against her nipples. He undid the button of her jeans and slid a hand into her panties. Kazie’s breath caught in her throat as he slid his finger into her. “Oh…” she cried as he slid another one in. Then he kissed his way down to her chest and over her stomach, peeling off her jeans and underwear in the process. He hooked his arms under her knees forcing her to part her thighs as he made his way back up to her mound.

He teased her by kissing around her clitoris then, in one swift motion, taking it all in his mouth. Kazie arched her back as her body went stiff but John held fast, forcing his way inside of her. His tongue lapped up her cum that lubricated her pussy and went back to work on her clit as he plunged his two fingers in and out of her. Then he crawled over to her as she desperately tried to undo his pants. Her hands were trembling as she pulled down his jeans and briefs, releasing his erection, and curled her fingers around it. He let out a low moan as she pumped his cock and licked off the pre cum from the tip. He fell back on the bed as she positioned her mouth over his pole. She licked the underside like it was ice cream and took the tip into her mouth when she reached the top. “Oh, shit” he muttered as he tangled his hands in her hair, guiding her to the rhythm that felt good. She opened the back of her throat and took him all in, slightly gagging near the base. The sudden rush of pleasure made John sit up. “Oh my God!” he screamed then he kissed her. She pushed gently against his chest forcing him to lie down again as she took him back into her mouth. After a couple minutes, Kazie felt his body go stiff and she felt the load of cum slide down her throat. She sucked it down like a milkshake and licked his cock clean.

Kazie looked up and smiled her most seductive smile. John looked back at her and they both chuckled. She slid up his body and curled against him letting her head rest on his chest. Kazie couldn’t resist his body; she caressed his chest and planted small kisses over his body. John responded by brushing back her hair and kissing her forehead. She looked up and their lips met again. His hands moved down her back to her buttocks and he guided her onto his lap. He was already erect and Kazie moved her hips to help guide him in. Her breath let out in a slow hiss as he entered her; he lifted her again and slid her back down slowly, inch-by-inch. She began to move at her own pace as the anticipation wound in her like a spring. She flung her head back as they moved faster and faster until they could not contain their passion any longer and allowed it to explode like a fire.

The first rays of dawn were poking through the night sky when Kazie and John said their goodbyes. He walked her to the elevator and gently kissed her lips. “I’m not sure what to say that would sound cheesy or cliché” Kazie stammered. John chuckled and kissed her again. “Then don’t say anything…your actions speak louder than your words.” Then it was John turn to blush, “Shit, that was cliché, wasn’t it?” “Yeah,” Kazie smiled, “but I know what you mean” The elevator arrived and she grabbed another quick kiss before she hopped aboard. “Goodbye” she waved and the elevator doors closed. John smiled and waved back. When she was gone, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out her driver’s license. “See ya soon, Rachel.” he said as he slipped the license back into his pocket and walked back to his room for a shower.

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Posted: Jul 12, 2008 - 08:27 PM

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That was HOT!! censored

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Posted: Jul 12, 2008 - 09:10 PM

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thanks. I'm already starting chapter 2.

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Posted: Jul 12, 2008 - 11:28 PM

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Wow that was real hot Min! Can't wait to read more! LD

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Posted: Jul 13, 2008 - 09:06 PM

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Dammit Min, Lin, thanks to you all, I shall never write het in this town. PERIOD.

Omg, that was some hot oral! You Rock

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Posted: Jul 13, 2008 - 11:35 PM

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Daaaaaaayum that was hot!!!
Can't wait for more Min, snapy

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Posted: Jul 14, 2008 - 02:19 AM

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I'll post chapter two here. Its almost complete but I took a lot of drugs and feel really sleepy

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Posted: Jul 15, 2008 - 01:07 AM

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Um...I think that I got a little carried away with this one...hope you enjoy.

CHAPTER 2 – The Claiming

It had been six months since that night with John Dolmayan and the Scars on Broadway concert but Rachel couldn’t stop fantasizing about the way he felt against her. She was disappointed in herself that she lied about her name but he probably would remember her anyway. She was nothing special and John probably had 20 women more attractive than her since that night but at least she had her night.

“Rachel!” Amie’s voice broke her out of her reverie. “Are you o.k.?”

“Um…yeah, just thinking about this estimate that I have to propose to my client tomorrow. Did you need something?” Rachel replied.

Amie turned up her nose as if she knew she was being fed a pile of shit, “There’s a call for you on line 2.”

“Who is it?” Rachel asked. “Beats me” the receptionist retorted as she walked down the hall. “Nice girl but she hasn’t a brain in her head.” She thought as she went to her office to get “beats me” on line 2. She prepared herself for a customer call and picked up the phone, “Hi, this is Rachel.”

……..

“Hello? ...Hello? I think there might be something wrong with the connection be….”

“There’s nothing wrong with the phone, Rachel.” The voice seemed familiar but Rachel couldn’t place it. For the past month, someone had been calling her house and work and hanging up. She meant to do something about it but she got busy. Her heart rate increased as she tried to remain cool.

“Who is this?” she demanded.

“Someone who wants to know you better.” said the voice and hung up.

A couple days later, Ms. Amie Airhead came bouncing into her office with two boxes: one that obviously held long stem roses and the other was a shirt box. “Seem someone has an admirer…don’t let Justin find out.” she giggled as she strutted out of the office. Just then her cell phone rang; Rachel looked at the caller ID which read “Restricted” She answered on the third ring, “Rachel Marchette”

The raspy voice again, “I hope you like my gifts.”

“I haven’t opened them yet and now I know they are from you, I’m going to toss them out.” Rachel was getting more irate by the moment.

“Don’t do that, Rachel.” pleaded the voice, “Just open the box.”

Rachel tore open the gift. It was a beautiful black and red Latin-style dress. She gasped at the dress then composed herself. “You expect me to wear this piece of trash!” she growled into the phone as she gently put the garment back in the box. “Yes, I do,” said the voice “and I will be sending a car to pick you up at work at 5:30 precisely so I suggest you be ready by then. Don’t disappoint me, Rachel.” Then the voice was gone.

“Fuck him, arrogant asshole” she muttered “but thanks for the dress.” She picked up the box and headed home.

The next day, Thursday, Rachel wore her best pant suit since she was meeting with some VIPs and her boss, Mary. She loved the way the black wraparound jacket showed off her best assets - her breasts. She always felt powerful and sexy in the suit and had yet to have a prospect say ‘no’ while she wore it. Rachel prepared herself for the big meeting when her phone rang.

“Hi, this is Rachel.”

“I told you to meet me and now you need to be punished for your disobedience.”

Rachel sighed heavily into the phone “Justin, I have to meet a very import….”

“This isn’t Justin and you will meet me tonight or…”

“Justin, stop fucking around! I have a meeting in two fucking minutes. I will call you later.” She growled into the phone and slammed it down on the receiver.

Success! The meeting went better than Rachel had anticipated. Thank the Maker for dirty old men. The geriatric bastard took his eyes off Rachel’s breast long enough to sign the deal. Mary walked Rachel back to her office and congratulated her; Rachel could smell raise as she returned to her desk.

“You have 14 new messages” reported the automated voice.

“Jesus!” Rachel almost gagged on her coffee as she reached for a pen.

Three hang ups, one from her mother saying she was going to be in town and wanted to get together for dinner which translated to a “why did Justin commit adultery” lecture. No, thanks. Five customers who had the wrong extension, three more hang ups. One call came from her divorce lawyer regard a bunch of legal jargon that Rachel didn’t understand; she had been fighting with her ex-husband about assets then she caught Justin with that whore in their bed.

Then she recognized Justin’s voice: “Ray. It’s Justin. I don’t know what you are up to but I suggest you talk with your therapist again because I didn’t call you. Do you hear me? I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to see you. You are a raving lunatic and you need help. Don’t call me again with your fucking delusions! She deleted the message before she realized what she had done. Shit, I could have used that.

She could feel her blood pressure shoot through the roof as the phone rang again. “Fuck” she thought as she took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

“Hi, this is Rachel.”

“Congratulations, Rachel.” ‘Shit, it was him again. Not Justin. So who the fuck was it?’

“Ok, so you not my ex but you do know an awful lot about me. So, who the fuck are you?!?!” she was agitated beyond anything as she spat into the phone.

“Meet with me and find out. Tonight. Five-thirty. Wear the dress and don’t fucking stand me up again.” The voice warned.

Rachel began to shoot back some clever comment about the size of his penis when she heard, “and Rachel? Don’t wear that suit again…it makes you look like a Wall Street hooker.” Then he was gone.

3 o’clock rolled around and Rachel found herself looking at the clock; it wasn’t moving fast enough. She could busy herself with tons of phone calls she needed to make but the mystery really intrigue her; she racked her brain trying to come up with an answer. She looked at the clock again: 3:02. She ran her fingers through her red hair then dialed her boss and told her that a friend was here from out-of-town and she needed to take the rest of the afternoon off. With the recent deal she just brokered, Rachel could have taken the rest of the year off without complaint from Mary. Rachel gathered up her things and headed home.

Rachel showered, shaved, and applied her favorite scented body oil over her voluptuous figure. She admired herself in the mirror; she wasn’t that bad looking. The dress was a perfect fit: layers of sheer black with a Chinese-like red pattern covering all the “naughty” bits, spaghetti strap on one side and a thicker black strap with the same design on the other shoulder. Undergarments would be impossible to wear with this garment but that’s what this sick fuck had in mind, wasn’t it? She scooped her hair into a simple French twist and kept the makeup to a minimum with the exception of her full lips which she painted crimson red to match the dress. She looked at the time; the digital clock read 5:10. She slipped into a pair of open toe heels with ankle straps, grabbed her clutch and walked out the door.

Mary was just leaving for the day when she noticed Rachel outside of the building. “Rachel, you look incredible. You know, you didn’t mention whether this friend was male or female…” she winked. Rachel smiled politely and began to spit out some garbage that would get her boss off her back when the limousine pulled up. The driver got out and said, “Ms. Marchette?” “Wow, Rachel, you must introduce me to your friend!” then she winked again, “Have a great evening and I won’t expect you in the morning.” Rachel smiled again then rolled her eyes when Mary wasn’t looking.

The driver opened the door for her and helped her in. “My employer invites you to help yourself to anything in the bar.” He closed the door before Rachel had a chance to ask who his employer was. They drove to the local casino and the driver pulled into the underground garage where the VIP entrance was. The driver stopped and escorted Rachel to the private elevator that lead to one of the many suites in the hotel then handed a black briefcase to the security guard by the door. The security guard turned to Rachel and handed her a blindfold. “It was requested that you wear this before you go upstairs.” Rachel looked at the mask; it was red with a black leather strap that buckled in the back and soft fur to cover the eyes for maximum comfort. Great! This guy is fucking hideous and he doesn’t want me to see him. She was reminded of the old geezer who was smacking his lips over her breasts this afternoon. ‘Well, only one way to find out…’ she thought as she accepted and the guard assisted her with the blindfold.

Darkness.

Her other senses began to kick in. She could hear the elevator cable lurch into motion, smell the stale air and faint aftershave of her “escort”. She became anxious wanting to tell this guy to forget it and take her home but she came this far and curiosity plus the knowledge that he would not stop harassing her until she gave in to his request pushed her forward. It’s only dinner…just get it over with. The elevator stopped and a rush of cool air caressed Rachel’s skin as she was gently guided through the carpeted room, tenderly placed in a soft Queen Anne chair, and her shoes were removed. She heard the exchange of male voices in the other room and quickly determined one as her escort and the other as the bastard who had her walking on egg shells for the last month. She couldn’t wait to tell this asshole off.

“You may take off the mask, Rachel, although I must say it looks fetching on you.” She ripped off the mask only to find it wasn’t much of an improvement. The room was completely dark with the exception of the casino lights from below. “Alright, you have me here…so are you going to tell me what your game is?”

Suddenly the lights came on, temporarily blinding Rachel. Startled, she prepared herself to fight when she heard a familiar warm tone that brought her back to that night six months ago “My game, dear Kazie, is one of pleasure.” Rachel spun around to see John standing there by the light switch. “Oh my God!” she thought. She couldn’t move as she admired him. He wore his infamous pin-stripe suit and looked just as handsome as he did six months ago. Relief washed over her and she spoke his name but she still could not move. He walked toward her and kissed her passionately; she instantly melted into his embrace. John pulled away and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Before Rachel could ask, John pulled back and planted his fist directly in her sternum.

Rachel fell to the floor with a thud and gasped for air. She scrambled toward the direction of the elevator then suddenly he was on top of her; he sat on her back and easily tied her hands behind her. Finally air flooded her lungs and she began to scream for help but she was turned onto her back and was met with a hand to her face. “Rachel, you need to behave or I’ll be forced to use this.” He held up a huge ball gag “and I know you can fit all of this in your mouth.” he mused. He moved off her, grabbed a handful of hair, and dragged her over to the part of the room that remained in shadow. Two steel posts about four feet apart were bolted to the floor and ceiling and retrains were attached by D-rings to the poles. John hooked the long end of the rope used to tie Rachel’s hands together to a pulley then he helped her to her feet. “Let’s see how flexible you are, shall we?” Rachel’s wrists pointed directly skyward as she was forced to bend at the waist. John tied off the rope keeping her in that position as he grabbed one of her bare ankles and attached it to the pole; Rachel was almost thrown off balance more than once as he did the same with the opposite ankle.

Rachel softly began to sob not only from the pain but from the sudden cruelty she was made to endure. John walked over to the table and unsheathed a very ornate dagger. “Now Kazie…or Rachel...” he stopped to ponder which name to call her, “I’ll call you Kazie since you felt it necessary to shroud yourself with another identity” Rachel began to speak between sobs but John lovingly brushed her hair away from her wet, bright red face. “Shh…my love.” he whispered. Rachel saw the knife and panicked. “Wh-What are you going to do with that?” she stammered, petrified with fear. “This?” he held up the knife, “you’ll see” he smiled devilishly. “John, please, I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this.” She begged, “If you let me go right now, I promise no one will know. I swear, I won’t go to the police just please let me go.” John looked as if he was considering the thought. “Like I said before, Kazie, I am sorry it came to this and I would let you go but it occurred to me that we have a lot more in common than you think.” He cut one strap of her dress and walked around to the other side, “we lack…direction. We have reached the doldrums in our lives and need something to wake up our senses. Both of us crave companionship in our lives but neither one has the time for a relationship.” He cut the other strap of her dress and moved behind her and guided the dagger down Rachel’s back and began to slice through the translucent material. Rachel shuddered as she felt cold steel going down her back and the dress fall away to the floor. She was now exposed and completely helpless.

“So, Kazie, I have a proposition for you. You succumb to my will and I will show you pleasures you never dreamed about.” Then his tone changed, “However, we should begin by getting you a new lawyer. That second-rate ambulance chaser is completely incompetent and I can’t have you distracted by something as mundane as legal trouble.” Rachel gasped as she attempted to look at him. “Oh, yes, I know all about you, my sweet but first things first…do you agree to my terms?” Rachel’s arms began to turn blue from lack of circulation and her legs were sore from keeping her balance in such an awkward position. “Kazie? Do you agree with my terms?” John asked again. Rachel swallowed hard; her throat was dry from crying. “Yes, I agree to your terms. Just tell me what I need to do.” “First, you will not address me by my proper name from now on…you will call me ‘Master’ and you will only speak when spoken to and only after I have given you permission to speak. Do you understand? You may speak, Kazie.” “Yes!” she said hastily; she just wanted out of this torture.

THWACK!

John’s heavy hand came down hard on Rachel’s ass. “Yes WHAT!” he barked.

Rachel cried as she exclaimed, “Yes, Master!”

“Good girl” he replied as he lovingly brushed his hand over the bright red mark he just made. “Now, Kazie, we have some unfinished business.” he said as he undid the button to his jacket and took off his belt “You need to be punished” “WHAT?!?!” Rachel exclaimed, “What did I do wrong?” John stood over her and stuffed the ball gag into her mouth, cinching it tight around her head. He walked back to the position behind her, lifted his belt high, and…

THWACK!

He brought the belt down on her buttocks with such ferocity that it left a painful red welt where it ‘kissed’ the skin. “That is for lying to me!”

THWACK!

“That is for not meeting me when I asked for you!” Rachel screamed against the ball in her mouth.

THWACK!

“and that is for NOT ADDRESSING ME AS ‘MASTER’!!!”

Rachel’s legs finally gave out and she fell forward almost pulling both arms out of their sockets. John cut the rope and let Kazie’s body fall against his as he gently laid her down on the carpet. He undid the ball gag and she spit it out then he removed the restrains from her ankles as Kazie continue to sob loudly from the pain and humiliation she just went through.

John untied her hands last then helped her up to her knees. Kazie exploded in a fury of rage. “You son-of-a-bitch!” she screamed as she swung wildly, connecting with his chest and arms. John grabbed her arms and held them to her sides but she continued to fight. “I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!” she spat in his face then collapsed in his arms repeating, “I hate you.” until it was almost inaudible. John steeled his demeanor but inside he was dying; he did not intend on taking it this far but she needed to be broken; he became caught up in the moment. He picked up her limp body and carried her to the bed. Kazie cradled against him too tired to fight anymore; mentally and physically weak she allowed him to carry her. She gave into her weariness and fell unconscious.

She awoke later that night to a wonderfully cool sensation on her welts. She looked down to see John carefully attending to the swelling marks on her bottom. “Master?” she whispered hoarsely. John was a little taken aback by the way she addressed him but answered, “Yes, Kazie.” He handed her a glass of water. She set the empty glass down pulled herself onto her knees, and looked deep into his beautiful brown eyes. Tears spilled from her eyes as she sincerely exclaimed, “I’m so sorry I have displeased you. Please forgive me.” John could feel his own tears coming as he cradled her face in the same gentle way as when they first met and said, “I forgive you, Kazie.” He kissed her salty tears away and caressed her body; still soft and smelled of sweet jasmine. It surprised him when he realized that he had missed her although he refused to ever say so.

Their lips met softly as Kazie began to loosen his necktie and unbutton his shirt. She ached to feel his body against her again. His garments fell to the ground and Kazie planted small kisses on his chest, taking a nipple into her mouth she gently bit it. John groaned as he pulled her hair back forcing her to look up at him. They kissed again; drinking each other’s essence and letting desire take over. John undid his pants and slid both his pants and boxers off never taking his eyes away from his new possession. “Kazie…” he whispered as she pulled him down on the bed with her. Any pain Kazie was feeling was now masked by overwhelming pleasure; all she felt was the yearning for him; to please him.

“Tell me what you want, Master? How can I please you?”

“Suck my cock like you did the night we met.”

Kazie placed herself on all fours, lowered her head, raised her ass high in the air and coated his shaft with saliva; swirling her tongue around the tip.” John drank in the lovely sight of her full lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Mm….yeah…you love sucking my cock, don’t you?” he growled. He placed his hands on either side of her head and directed her to the pace he wanted. A groan came deep from Kazie’s throat sending a delicious vibration throughout his member. She pulled back, looking him in the eyes. “Yes, Master,” she purred, “I love your cock deep in my throat.” Overpowering lust forced him to sit up and position himself behind Kazie. John roughly entered her cunt with one push. “Ah…” Kazie exclaimed, throwing her head back. Again and again, his shaft hit the mark. “Oh, God…I….I’m….CUMMING!” John could feel the warm fluid of her orgasm cover his pole as the muscles milked him.

THWACK!

He hit her wounded buttocks forcing her to scream in shock and pain. John grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked her head back so her ear was close to his mouth. “You do not cum before me!” he growled and threw her face back down in the pillow. Kazie saw him grab something off the nightstand then felt lubrication covering her anus. Terror flooded through her body. John lined up his mushroom head and slowly pushed past her sphincter. “No!” Kazie implored. “Relax, damnit!’ he snarled. “It won’t hurt as much if you relax!” Then John reached around and began rubbing her clit. The enchanting mixture of pleasure and pain wracked Kazie’s body. “Fuck, you are tight. You’ve never had this done before, have you?” he said breathlessly as he increased his tempo. Suddenly, he leaned forward and bit into Kazie’s flesh as his orgasm filled her bowels. They both collapsed on their sides, John’s spent penis still inside of her as he wrapped his muscular arms around her and whispered...

“Now, you are mine.”

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