“I was never any good at sports, anyway. That’s how I ended up with two houses, one here and one in LA,” Greg finished.
I realized then, that I hadn’t been listening. I was consumed in thoughts rushing through my head about last night. I felt like I was in shell shock and living a dream. He went about it like it was just a normal weekend, a typical party. He talked, mostly about himself, as we left the strip heading south. The scenery went from city to desert relatively quickly. Developments with big houses atop hills and gated communities passed by until we pulled off the main road and back into one of them. The houses were tan stucco homes, one just like the other tucked neatly next to one another. We wound through them until we reached the back of the development. There was a small batch of houses that couldn’t be mistaken as the largest in the development. White stucco surrounding the exterior with tan rock gardens was the one he pulled up the brick driveway to parking right outside the garage.
He got out and walked around to open the door for me. He helped me out as my white high heels hit the brick and my tight, short, white strapless dress made it very difficult to do anything without a part of me falling out.
“Why are we here? I thought we were going out?” I asked, looking around at the massive house.
“At this time of day?” he remarked looking at his watch and raising a brow.
“It’s only 11:30. We have time.” This time walking away towards the front door as he spoke.
My heels were clicking along the brick behind him, my phone and wallet in hand, as we reached the tall front door made entirely of glass. He opened the door to the white and black marble-tiled foyer with steps leading to the second floor. Rooms in front and off the sides, he walked straight ahead. I trailed behind taking in all the beauty. We made our way to the back of the house where the dining room and kitchen opened, surrounded by glass walls boarding the back yard with a pool and patio bar/sitting area. He casually walked to the fridge and grabbed himself a drink before his phone rang.
“I gotta take this.” He said, raising one finger and walking back out the foyer. I heard his footsteps climb the stairs as his voice trailed off.
I stood awkwardly holding my things before I get inquisitive. I set my phone and wallet down on the marble island and walked over to the window, taking in the scenery. I made my way to one of the side rooms. It was a sitting room with a couple of couches, a fireplace, and a large tv on one of the walls. Not much else to this room. I left and drifted back through the kitchen to the foyer, peaking into the other two rooms. One looked like a small office with a computer and two monitors on a desk, the other a reading room with bookshelves along the walls and leather armchairs facing the front window.
I began hearing a whistle upstairs like he was calling a dog and looked around to see if one was hiding somewhere. He whistled again as I was walking into the reading room and again while I was walking around checking out the books. Finally, I heard his footsteps shoveling quickly down the stairs. I walked out of the room to see him standing there looking pissed with his arms stretched out.
“I was calling you?” he groaned
“How was I supposed to know? What's going on?” I recoiled
“Jesus,” he blurted “Just follow me.”
We walked up the steps through the winding hallway. All the doors were closed except one room at the end of the hall. He walked in, and I followed. It was a big room with a bed in the back. Around the bed were metal loops on the posts. There were chains hanging on one wall and more metal hooks on the ceiling. The room was painted a dark grey and everything in the room was either black red or made of metal. Small leather chairs sat in the corners and a larger one in the middle of the room. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small rope and walked over to me.
“Put your hands behind your back and turn around.” He said calmly.
“What? Why?” I clambered, fear rushing through me.
“What do you mean 'What?' I want to fuck, turn around.” He demanded with a force in his voice now.
“I thought we were just going out. I didn’t expect all this. I’m not really used to this kind of stuff. Last night was great but I’m not really that girl, you know? I was just living in the moment going along with it.” I stated, matter-of-factly. My mind beginning to turn so fast that I couldn't even talk straight.
He looked down at the ropes momentarily before returning his gaze back towards me, his sharp eyes showing he was not happy with my statement. I stood there, my body tense, I didn’t know what to do with my hands as I held them together tightly in front of me. He walked towards me until he was right up against me. He bent down slightly so his eyes were directly in front of me as he stared right through me.
“You submitted to me,” he said speaking calmly at first but with anger in his tone. “You took my dick in your mouth and claimed yourself to be mine.” He grunted, his cock now pressed against my stomach as he straightened himself up above me with every word.
I stood there staring up at him, not knowing how to respond. He maintained his gaze down on me and I could feel my body begin to heat up. This wasn’t a feeling of fight or flight. The situation began turning me on the angrier he got and the way he spoke of the night before.
“I want you, now,” he demanded.
My hands fell to my side almost involuntarily as I looked up at him. I no longer cared. Just like that, with those simple words with his deep tone and take what he wanted demeanor. I was quickly remembering how the night ended the way it had the night before.
As if on cue, he grabbed my wrist and sharply spun me around, pulling my arm behind my back before grabbing my other. I could feel the rope wrap around my wrists tightly before he tied it off in a knot and spun me back to face him. He looked me up and down as if studying what to do with me before walking away, methodically moving along the cabinets and mumbling to himself. He was pulling stuff out and putting it back, opening and closing doors, setting different items on the counter. I couldn’t tell what he was doing but he had a plan, for sure.
He walked back over with a couple of things in his hand, still eyeing me up and down, and continued behind me. I placed his hands over my shoulders and in front of my face shows me a red ball with leather coming out from either side.
“Open your mouth,” he said, firmly
I opened and he placed the ball in my mouth and tied it behind my head, flipping my hair back up and around it and adjusting it so it fit firmly. He walked back in front of me and stared me in my eyes holding onto something else, this item metal.
“Did you were panties.” He questioned.
He never included that in the box he sent me with the dress, so I figured he didn’t want me to wear them. I stared into his eyes and shook my head.
He wrapped a leather collar connected to a chain around my neck and pulled me across the room next to the cabinets where what looked like a red, curling pad was raised. He pushed me forward up against it and bent down to lock my feet into the clamps on the bottom just wide enough, so my legs were spread just shy of shoulder length. He stood up and grabbed me by the hair, forcing my top half over it. My dress was so tight and short it slide up over my ass, the air gliding across my bare vagina. I felt him take a finger and run it from my tail bone to my pubic and back again.
“I figured your pussy would be a little sore from last night.” He began, now walking about opening doors. “I like to spread out pain and pleasure, so we won’t start there.”
He walked over and I felt the sharp sting of his hand slash across my right ass cheek. Next, I felt a cool liquid being drizzled over my ass and down my legs. The drizzle turned into a pour as he coated my bottom half in what felt like a lubricant as he rubbed it in, rubbing his finger on my asshole and pussy. I then felt something hard press against the band of my asshole before slowly working its way past. I bit down and screamed through my ball gag.
“Breath,” he said calmly.
I forced breaths out the sides of my ball gag and deep in my nose as the stinging and burning subsided slightly before I felt him tug back at it, opening me up again and pushing it deeper inside me. The burning continued as he worked my asshole with his tool. Occasionally, he redirected the pain elsewhere with a smack of my ass cheek or a firm tap on my pussy. I focused on my breathing the best I could, but the opening and closing of my asshole consumed so much of my focus. My hands clenched as he slowly worked the object into me, then pulled just to the large end-piece until it began to stretch me before he worked it back inside me. I felt the raised rings around the device gently glide into me, opening me less than the head but enough to make me flinch before my hold clasped around it.