The grand finale of the opera had come and gone, but the real performance was just beginning for Alex and Charles. They left the theater with a sense of urgency and hastened back to his car. The drive back to the hotel was filled with tense, anticipatory silence. It took every bit of Alex's self-control not to make Charles pull over so they could fuck in the front seat, but she forced herself to hang in there long enough for Charles to pull up to the hotel and toss the keys to the valet when he got out of the car. He led--pulled, really--Alex to the elevator, and then, as soon as he shut the door to his lavish suite behind them, turned on his heel and began to quite literally rip the clothes from her body.
Alex laughed. "Charles! That dress belongs to the agency. Lydia won't be happy if it's damaged."
"Then I'll buy it," he said, and before she could protest further, he had her naked and sprawled out on the bed, his mouth moving down her body, tasting her sweetness. Alex moaned as he used his tongue to draw a wet trail down her stomach, from her belly button to her soaking wet cunt. He met Alex's eyes as he began to tease and caress her pink pussy lips.
"Spread your legs wider, baby," he instructed. "Let me see that pretty cunt."
Alex obeyed without hesitation, her legs parting wider, giving him full access to her most intimate area. Charles groaned as he took in the sight of her splayed before him, her pussy wet and swollen from their earlier exertions. He licked his lips before diving back in, his tongue sliding into her folds, tasting the sweetness of her arousal.
Alex's back arched off the bed. Her nails dug into the sheets as she felt his tongue on her clit, flicking and swirling with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. Charles played her body like a master musician playing an instrument. He knew exactly which notes to hit to make her sing.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed. "That's it, right there, don't stop."
But Charles had other plans. He pulled away, leaving Alex panting and desperate. "Let's try something new," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Alex's heart raced as she watched him walk over to his suitcase. He pulled out a small black bag and set it on the bedside table. "Ever played with toys before?"
Alex's eyes widened with excitement as she took in the array of dildos and vibrators. After a moment's thought, she reached for a vibrator that was bright pink and looked expensive.
"An excellent choice," Charles said, and showed her how to switch it on. "Now, here's what we're going to do. I am going to start fucking you, and as I fuck you, I want you to hold that vibrator to your clit. Do you understand?"
Alex nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She'd never used a vibrator with a partner before. "Y-yes," she managed.
Charles didn't waste any time. He stripped off his own clothes, revealing his still-hard cock. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He took the vibrator from her trembling hand and turned it on, a low, steady hum filling the room. "You hold it," he instructed, placing it in her hand. "I'll do the rest."
Alex eagerly complied. The sensation was incredible—his thick cock stretching her pussy, the vibrations making her clit throb. She'd never felt so alive, so in tune with her body. Alex surrendered utterly to the tide of wonderful sensations he was giving her, to the feeling of being used for his pleasure even as she used him for her own.
"Perfect," Charles murmured, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Alex tentatively explore her clit with the vibrator. "Now, let's see if you can handle both of these at the same time." He pushed into her with a powerful stroke, making her gasp. "Hold it steady, baby. Keep it right there."
Alex took a deep breath, bracing herself for the intense sensation she knew was about to come. As Charles began to move inside her, she applied the vibrator to her clit, the buzzing sending shockwaves through her body. The combination was almost too much. She'd never been so full, so overwhelmed with pleasure. She could feel herself getting wetter with each stroke, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through her body that made her moan louder and louder.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Alex's hand worked the vibrator in time with his thrusts, her pussy tightening around his cock as she felt her orgasm building. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, her body coiling tighter and tighter until she was sure she'd shatter into a million pieces.
"Oh, God," she gasped, her voice ragged with pleasure. "I'm going to cum, Charles. I'm going to cum so hard."
"Good," he grunted, his own climax approaching. "Hold on, my dear. Let it happen, let it go, and cum for me. Cum for me like the beautiful slut you are."
The words were like gasoline on a fire. Alex's eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed out her release, the vibrator buzzing away at her clit while Charles pumped his cum deep inside her. Her pussy spasmed around his shaft, milking him for every drop as he gave her everything he had. Alex shrieked herself hoarse, her body contorting in ecstasy. She arched her back and went taut like a bowstring, her toes curling, her fingers digging into the sheets. The veins in Alex's neck stood out like cords as she came.
The orgasm went on forever, a never-ending crescendo of pleasure that seemed to pulse through every inch of her body, turning her blood to fire in her veins. She'd had multiple orgasms before, but nothing like this. Nothing that had made her feel like she was floating on a cloud of pure bliss. Alex thought she might die from it, and she wouldn’t have cared even if she did. She'd never felt more alive, more sensual, more human than she did right now.
As the aftershocks of their shared orgasm began to subside, Charles withdrew from Alex's quivering body. His cock, which was rapidly growing soft, made a soft wet sound and its removal released a flow of sticky white jizz that flowed down between Alex's thighs to stain the sheets. He flopped onto the bed beside her. Both of them were panting heavily, sweat glistening on their skin in the dim light of the hotel room. Alex felt utterly boneless. She couldn't move. She couldn't talk. She barely had the energy to even blink. She was utterly sated, deliciously exhausted in the way only mind-blowing sex could make her.
They lay there for a few moments, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing and the faint buzz of the air conditioner.
As Alex's breathing slowed, she turned to Charles, her cheeks flushed and her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Thank you," she whispered weakly, when she finally regained the power of speech. "Now...I get why the other girls at the agency love you so much. Fuck, that was incredible."
With a smug smile, Charles leaned over and kissed her forehead. "You're welcome, my dear," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "But our evening isn't over yet. We still have quite a bit of time before you need to return home." He reached into the black bag again, pulling out a pair of shiny handcuffs that glinted in the low light.
With a twinkle in his eye, Charles secured the handcuffs around Alex's wrists, attaching them to the bedpost. "Now, let's see how much more you can handle," he said, his voice low and seductive. Alex's heart raced with excitement, the thrill of the unknown sending a shiver down her spine. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "You're going to be my little toy tonight."
He reached into the black bag and pulled out a set of clothesline clips. Alex's eyes widened with a mix of apprehension and excitement as he approached the bed, the metal glinting in the soft light. "I'm going to put these on your nipples," he explained, his voice a gentle rumble. "They're designed to give you a little bit of pain, but nothing you can't handle. It'll just add to the sensation."
Alex couldn't give her consent quickly enough. She was eager to let Charles do whatever he wanted to her. He was going to show her new depths of depravity, and she was going to love every second of it. She watched enraptured as he attached the clothesline clips to her erect nipples, the metal pinching and biting into the sensitive flesh. She felt a surge of pain that was almost unbearable, but it quickly morphed into a strange kind of pleasure that made her want more.
With eager anticipation, Charles began to manipulate the clips attached to Alex's nipples. His fingertips danced over the metal, flicking them gently at first, watching the way her body responded to the delicate balance of pain and pleasure. Alex's eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. She could feel her arousal spike once more, her body responding to this new form of stimulation with a greedy hunger she hadn't anticipated.
"Now, for the pièce de résistance," Charles murmured, reaching into the bag again. He pulled out a black, leather collar with some sort of small, black box attached to it.
Alex stared. "What's that?"
"It's a shock collar," Charles said, his smile wicked.
"Like the ones they use on dogs?"
"Precisely. But don't worry, I'll set it to a low level. For now, anyway." He fastened it around her neck, the leather cool against her flushed skin. "You've been a very, very bad girl, Alex. And you know what happens to bad girls, don't you? Like bad dogs, bad girls get punished."
He pressed a small remote to activate the collar. Alex yelped as a mild electric shock zipped through her body, making her nipples tingle and clit throb. "Ow!" she cried out.
Charles pressed the button again, this time playing with the clips on her nipples at the same time. Alex's body jolted as the two sensations combined into one intense jolt of pleasure-pain. She'd never felt anything like it before. Her eyes watered and she let out a low, guttural moan that sounded almost like a whine.
He turned the voltage up just a little, and zapped her a third time.
"AGH!"
Alex's eyes shot open wide at the sudden, intense jolt of pain that shot through her. Her body spasmed, her legs kicking out in reflex as she gasped for air. Charles smothered any further noise with a kiss, then zapped her once more. Each time he turned the voltage up a little, until she was sobbing, her body writhing in a symphony of pain and pleasure.
As she wept and moaned, Charles retrieved yet another fiendish tool from his black bag, a sybian. It was a saddle-like contraption with a dildo attached to it, which would vibrate and rotate with the press of a button. He set it on the bed beside her. Alex’s eyes widened as she realized what it was.
"Get on it, slut," he said softly. "Get on it, and do not remove yourself until I tell you to. You will ride that sybian, and as you ride it I will turn the shock collar up to maximum. I will zap you, over and over, as the sybian drives you mad. When you cum, I will choke you out like I did in the theater earlier, only this time I will also shock you with the collar while I do."
Alex's heart raced. That sounded like the most debauched, deliciously twisted thing she'd ever heard. She'd never tried anything like this before, but she was eager to see just how much pleasure she could withstand. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat down on the sybian, feeling the cool, slick dildo pressing against her wet, swollen, already-sensitive pussy.
She positioned herself, her legs trembling, and looked into Charles' eyes.
"Do it," he repeated, more firmly this time, and zapped her.
Alex's whole body stiffened as the electric jolt shot through her. She gritted her teeth, her eyes watering from the sudden, intense pain. But she did as she was told, impaling her cunt on the sybian's dildo. It was thick and unyielding, filling her up to the brim. Charles switched it on and she could feel the vibrations starting. The machine made a low buzz that grew stronger with each passing second.
"Are you a whore?" Charles asked, cupping one of her breasts and flicking the clip attached to her pink, perky nipple. "Do you like being used and abused?"
Alex tried to speak but made only a weak, strangled moan. The pleasure from the sybian made it hard to focus on anything long enough to form words.
"Bad girl," Charles cooed. "When I ask you to speak, you speak." He lifted the remote for the shock collar and made sure she was watching as he set it to deliver the strongest zap possible. He drew out the moment, letting her realize what he was about to do. Alex's eyes widened--
Charles pushed the button and Alex's head snapped back as the strongest shock yet ripped through her body. She screamed, her body spasming. The electricity made her muscles tighten around the dildo, which was now moving inside her with a slow, relentless rhythm. The pain was indescribable but so was the pleasure, a fire that fed itself into a roaring inferno that seemed to coil around her spine and squeeze.
Her scream was abruptly cut off, however, when he gave her a carefully-measured, carefully-delivered slap to the face. Not hard enough to bruise or leave damage, but enough to sting and let Alex know Charles was in charge. She'd never been slapped before by a client, but with Charles, she didn't have any problems with it. Alex's face whipped to one side with the blow, her eyes watering. She liked it. She liked the sting and the way it made her feel submissive, like a good little fuck-toy.
"I'll ask again," Charles said calmly. "Are you a whore?"
Alex's cheek was red and stinging from the slap, but she met his gaze with a fiery determination. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, her words slurred from the shocks she'd been given and from the pleasure of the sybian, which was starting to grow into an incandescent heat of pleasure. "I'm a whore."
"Good girl," Charles praised, his voice like velvet. He leaned in closer, his hand sliding around her throat. The sybian's buzz grew louder as he turned it up, the dildo plunging into her with a fervor that matched the racing of her heart. His grip on her throat was firm and tight, just like her pussy's grip on the dildo and on his cock earlier. Alex's vision blurred and she had to fight to remain conscious; she could feel a thunderous earthquake of a climax building, speeding like a train she had no wish or hope to avoid.
"Beg me to zap you," he commanded. "Beg me for the pain, Alex. Beg me to shock you over and over as that sybian ravages you. Beg me to punish you for being such a bad, bad girl, for being such a wanton slut."
Alex's eyes rolled back in her head. She was going to cum soon, she could feel it, but she had to obey him. She had to give him what he wanted. She was powerless to resist him and did not want to try. "P-please," she choked out. "Please zap me, Charles. I've been so, so bad. I need to be punished. I've lied to my parents and I've let people fuck me for money and I've betrayed everything I was ever taught to value or believe in and I don't regret any of it! Please, please, I need the pain!"
With a wicked grin, Charles did as she asked. He pushed the button on the remote again and again, sending bolts of electricity through her body as the sybian pummeled her swollen pussy. This time, though, he kept his finger on the button and did not release it. Alex shrieked until she thought her voice might give out entirely. She was falling, plummeting over the precipice and into a dark abyss of agony and ecstasy, an abyss that swallowed her whole as her orgasm finally hit like a mighty flood even as electricity continued to ravage her nubile young body.
The only noise Alex was able to make was a gargling, retching, half-choked moan, and even that was cut off when Charles's grip on her neck began to squeeze. Alex's face turned red, then a progressively darker shade of purple. Tears flowed down her cheeks in a flood. Her whole body convulsed and spasmed and she arched her back until she thought her spine would snap. Her mouth opened and closed, her tongue sticking out as she gasped for air, her eyes bulging out of their sockets.
It was all too much; the pain from the shock collar, the agony of her tortured nipples, the pleasure from the sybian, and now, the lack of oxygen that rapidly grew so severe that dark spots danced over her vision.
Charles switched off the collar and gently turned the girl onto her back. Tenderly, he brushed strands of damp hair from her face and checked her pulse and breathing just to make sure she was okay. When he was satisfied that that was so, he bent to kiss her softly on the forehead. "Good girl," he murmured. "You did so well."
He waited patiently for Alex to become coherent again. It took a while--in fact, it took hours. When she did, she felt like she'd been hit by a truck. Her body was sore in places she didn’t know existed, and she had bruises that would take a week to fade. Even her gangbang hadn't worn her out like this. But the exhaustion, the pain, the soreness was all worth it. Charles had given her a night she'd remember for the rest of her life.
As the world came back into focus, she saw him lying next to her, a bottle of water in hand. He gave it to her and Alex drank greedily.
"Fuck," she finally said, and even that one word gnawed at vocal cords scraped raw from screaming.
"Indeed," Charles said, amused. "But it seems your body can handle quite a bit. How do you feel?"
Her face split into a Cheshire cat grin. "Fantastic," she rasped. "I...I have no words. I can't...I can't think, I can't concentrate. I feel almost concussed."
"Good," Charles said, his voice still that silky purr. "That's exactly what I was aiming for." He smiled back, a sated, lazy, smirk. "You were no slouch either. In fact, you were the best I've had in quite some time. And coming from me, that's quite a compliment. You know how high my standards are."
Alex did indeed know how high Charles’s standards were. He was a man of refinement and taste. Yet here he was, telling her she’d surpassed his expectations. It was the highest praise she could hope for, and it made her feel like she was floating on a cloud of pure euphoria. Getting praised by her clients always made her feel good, but getting praised like Charles felt like winning the gold medal in the Sex Olympics.
"Would you like to stay the night?" he went on.
Alex looked at the clock and went pale. It was almost 11:30, and she had to be home by midnight! "Shit," she swore. "Charles, I'm so sorry--I'd love to, but I can't. If I'm not home in thirty minutes my parents'll kill me!"
"Not to worry," he said. "I entirely understand. I'll make sure the valet calls you a cab." He reached for the phone by the bed and dialed the front desk, while Alex dressed as hurriedly as her exhausted, sore body would allow. She spritzed herself with some air freshener from the bathroom and hoped it would be enough to cover up to the smell of sex long enough for her to run up to her bedroom and take a proper shower once she got home.
"This is a night I'll always think about," she said. "I'm just sorry we have to part so suddenly, Charles. It was...you're one of the most amazing people I've ever met!"
He gave a small, courtly bow and reached to open the door for her. "As will I, Alex,” he said, handing her a thick envelope that contained her fee. “You were worth every penny. We shall definitely have to do this again. When next I am in the city, I will certainky ask Lydia for the pleasure of your company.”
Alex kissed gave him a lewd kiss and cupped his groin. “I’d love nothing more.”
