Damsel Not

CHAPTER 8

Jake placed his palm on Katie's ass and stroked it generally. It was well rounded, and now he wanted to beat her up until he broke the skin, he wanted to break the skin, just a little bit, just a tiny slit to draw blood, to taste the blood. He raised the belt and struck her, this was the first stroke he ever delivered on a woman, and this was the first time he felt his orgasm almost blow out of control.

Christ, he thought her a sadist but he too was one. He raised his hand higher, held the belt firmer and delivered her second with strength and more force than the first. Her body jerked, her mouth screamed so loud, the chains holding her in place rattled, and semen leaked out of Mr. Victor, his boxers become dump. He placed his left hand on his chest finally registering the feeling inside his chest, like satisfaction. He truly felt sated whipping her, like the empty hole in his heart was finally filled.

Hence, he went full on, stroke after stroke marred her skin. The next two strokes were delivered in succession. Jake paused to listen to her screams, oh how they pleased him. His eyes were drawn no her swollen lips and he stood there, admiring them, then raised the belt and struck on the lower part of her bottom, hitting her lips hard, and this time she wailed. Her body jerked violently and a faucet of clear liquid shot from her cunt.

Squirt. Jake smiled and landed another stroke on the same exact spot before her ejaculation could seize and earned another spring and a loud cry from her. She was still deriving pleasure, but soon he had to inflict pain. Two more strokes later, Katie started to writhe in pain. The 10th stroke she wanted to be let loose. But his monster wanted her in pain. He wanted her abused. God help him, he has lost his mind.

The next ten strokes descended on her ass simultaneously, and boy did she wail, she struggled to break lose, the more she fought the harder he struck, the quicker the successions. She pleaded for him to stop, tried to break the chains, tried to move her ass, but only fed his monster more. He wanted her struggling and powerless. On the last stroke he again struck Mrs. Victoria’s lips and was rewarded by another spring of female ejaculation. She really has been holding back. He'd have to find more ways to make her come like a faucet every day, the site was just too pleasuring to see once in a while.

He dropped the belt on the floor and took in a long breath and exhaled. His face was covered by a huge grin, his heart beat erratically, and his chest constricted with satisfaction and happiness. He quickly got rid of his pants and stood between Katie's patted legs, Mr. Victor in one hand, he touched the tender buds of Mrs. Victoria.

"Jake...."

"I like it when you breathe out my name like that." He ran a finger along her lips and slowly brought his mouth on her. She let out a pleasure moan and Jake licked her more vigorously.

"Jake..." A deep rumble erupted from Jakes throat with satisfaction and vibrated into her s*x making her walls squeeze and a body tremble. Jake knew what was happening and sucked on her c**t more enthusiastically. He immediately rose and thrust Mr. Victor deep into her, and begun moving roughly, stretching her orgasm. He felt her body to jerk violently, like an epileptic, or a seizure as she rode out her orgasm.

Jake hooked his hands around her hips and held her firmly in place, and took his pleasure. He rode her roughly, he was enjoying himself and Katie felt proud. His grunts and grown grew louder with ever hard pump. Her body was spent but her s*x was not used enough, her Succubus was not yet properly sated. Jake groans filled her ears and soon another orgasm was threatening to explode. She tried to hold back to give herself more, to take more strokes, but suddenly, Jake flexed, Mr. Victor hit something inside her and her s*x grabbed Mr. Victor, her toes curled and Jake let out a strangled groan as he spilled his seed into her. He stayed inside her a while longer, his body rested above hers, before he pulled out and quickly let her bonds free. He lifted her limb body in his arms, flipped the blanket and laid her between the rich silk sheets and climbed in behind her.

"God, what was that!"

"My sweet spot.”

They rested quietly, the breaths calm now. Jake stroked Katie's skin, enjoying how a shiver often run through her. His little kitten wanted more of Mr. Victor. He slowly turned to look at her face. Her usually neat locks sprawled everywhere on the bed. God she looked adorable.

"God you look fucked."

"I feel fucked."

"I still want to f**k you." Katie smiled, looking at the twinkle in his eyes.

"Feed me first." Jake began to get up from bed and walked around to the closet and removed one of Katie's old oversized t-shirts.

"No, don't wear that, just jeans, please." His smile broadened.

"These are for you."

He walked back to help her got her up and pulled on the t-shirt for her then held her hair in a loose bun above her read. He helped her out of the bed and when she hissed in pain, Mr. Victor jumped. Sadistic f**k. He quickly put his jeans on and the headed for the kitchen. Her stomach began to rumble and Jake grinned. He took a mental note to stock up his house with more food if ever she came over.

Jake opened the large fridge in her kitchen and come face to face with a large trey full of chicken legs and knew exactly what to make his little kitten. He placed the tray on the island and went fishing for more ingredients and spices to bake the chicken legs. All the while he could feel her looking at him.

'Admire me little kitten, I'm all yours to ogle.' he thought.

Katie grabbed a bottle of wine from her rack and two glasses then poured both to the brim, lit one joint and handed it to Jake, who smiled at her as he eyed the joint and took a puff, leaving the joint in his mouth since his hands were busy.

Kate drunk silently as she watched her Mr. Perfect work in her kitchen, shirtless. How many times she had fantasized about such moments. Rippled muscles, tight jeans and barefoot. She bit her lip and imagined how Mr. Victor moved inside her, how she felt all the veins against her walls and her eyes involuntarily fluttered closed.

Suddenly, strong hands circled her waist and she opened her eyes.

"Let me make you feel it again then." He whispered, nipping her ear.

"Feel what," her voice was now soft with arousal.

“Mr. Victor inside you. If I'm not mistaken, that's what you were fantasizing about."

"How do you know that?" He didn't answer, he just stood, his eyes looked at her thighs pressed together firmly, then rounded the island and took the tray and put it in the oven, and set the timer to 15 minutes. He then took his glass of wine and went to sit next to her. Her kitchen stools were heavily padded and now he saw the whole picture.

"You built this house to suit your needs; everything is precise and serves a purpose."

"Yes."

She emptied her glass and refilled both glasses.

"Did you design it?"

"Not really, I'm sure by now you know this is one of your designs."

"No, it looks like my design but it's been altered. In very many ways. From the outside, it looks like my house, but when inside, everything changes."

"Then yeah, you can say it's my design. I bought the plan from your company and then edited it to suit my wants." She looked around her house with pride.

"You are the 'Psychotic b***h', I can't believe this."

"What!" she exclaimed.

"No, I mean, that was your alias at the company. My brother never slept fitting in your demands to the construction. Every time you called, he knew you were about to add a new thing to the kitchen or change the direction of your walk-in closet." he laughed. "I'm not building a house,"

"I'm building a home." she finished. "I never saw you, how come, and yet I was at your company numerous times."

"You were paying good money, and my brother didn't want me messing it up, considering how much he was trying to hold it together." He shrugged his shoulders like it didn't matter.

"By that, you mean sleep with me."

"Yeah, every time I slept with a woman, it ended with my windows smashed, or my keys are thrown in a river. I've lost my company clients before. One of those times, her husband walked into my brother's office to find her sprawled on the table while I f**k her. In my defense, she took one look at me and her panties went flying, I couldn't say no." Katie was now laughing hysterically holding on to her ribs. At least she too found it funny, rather than tagging me unredeemable. The timer went off and Jake went around to remove the chicken. He took a bowl from the cupboard and placed the pieces one at a time into it.

"Movie while you eat."

"Yes please, Twilight, if you don't mind." She batted her eyes at him and she let her have it. Maybe he could learn a few things about her this way.

"Anything you want, Kitten."

Jake threw paper towels on the bowl and headed for the couch with his glass in his other hand. Katie followed him with her own and the bottle. They ate quietly and he realized it was because all her attention was directed to the screen. She loves this movie.