Blackstone Inc. (Book 1)

Part 14

*MATURE SCENE! VIOLENT, STRONG s****l AND DEGRADING LANGUAGE! Also, this part is long. Sorry, not sorry.

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*Dominics’ POV*

I follow behind her, letting her take in the room before saying anything. The room was dimly lit with 4 sconces on each of the four walls.

I saw her gaze catch on a few pieces of furniture, one, in particular, that was meant to restrain her wrists high above her head, stretching her torso, and separate her legs, restraining her ankles while she stood on a platform.

“You like that one?” I whispered in her ear, huskily, chuckling when her breath hitched and she nodded her head.

I walked to the far corner of the room to where a single dresser was. “Put those bottles on the side table over there,” I gestured towards the bed, “and when you’re done, I want you to stand with your back against the door, head down. Can you do that for me?” I turned to catch her nod her head.

I opened the second drawer knowing exactly what I was looking for. I took out a small butt plug with the words ‘Daddys slut’ written in white cursive against a bubble gum pink background. Fitting for Genevieve, I thought with a smirk.

I also took out a small bottle of lube and was suddenly very excited with all these toys sprawled out in front of me and Genevieve was willing to let me use all of them on her, or so she said.

I turn around and see she’s done as I’ve commanded. I walk back to her, “Hold out your hand,” I gently say.

She does as requested without looking up. She’s got a small smile on her lips and I place the butt plug on the palm of her hand.

I chuckle when she gasps. “Fitting, don’t you think?” I’m hoping to get a good reaction and I see a pink blush form across her cheeks.

She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move. Just holds the plug in her small hand, examining it.

“Genevieve, look at me now.” She tilts her head and her pupils have dilated again. I continue, “I’ve been very nice since coming in here, but from this moment on I won’t be. You’ve given me your consent, you know your safeword and so I think we’re ready to begin, don’t you?”

I see her open her mouth to say something and I’m hoping she does so I can dive right into a punishment but she shuts her mouth in a hard line and nods her head.

“Very good, princess. You remembered not to speak out of turn. Daddy’s very proud of you.” I coo at her and she fücking beams, eyes shining brightly. I take the plug from her hand.

Smirking, I step back, “Put your head down and take off that fücking dress.” She complies, eagerly. She slides the zipper down her body and takes her arms out of the sleeves. She’s left in her white lace thong, no doubt soaked.

“Are you wet for me, princess? You may speak.”

“Yes...daddy.” She admits without lifting her head. My hard c**k straining against my suit pants. Its been hard since the car, but I’m going to wait for the right moment to show her what she’s dealing with.

“Fücking slüt,” I mutter. “You’re such a pretty slüt for daddy aren’t you, princess,” I question louder.

I see her chest rising and falling at a quickened pace. She doesn’t speak, only nods. I catch the blush return and spread across her chest. Her nïpples already hard.

“You listen so fücking well, Genevieve. I’m impressed,” I praise, running my knuckles down her arm and her smile returns. She’s loving this, and so am I. Who knew that when she walked into my office on Tuesday that by Friday I would have her here in my playroom. Whatever put her in my path knew that she was meant to be here.

“On your knees on the bed. Face down, àss up.” She quickly walks over to the king size bed, heels still on and clicking as she does so, and climbs up, getting into position.

“Do you care for these?” I ask with my fingers rubbing along the band of her thong.

“No daddy.” My d**k throbs at her voice.

“Ah ah, princess. What was that?” Her body tenses. She knows she’s fücked up but this time stays silent.

“Did you speak before I said you could? Answer me.”

She whispers, “Yes.”

I slap her right àss cheek and she jolts forward, hands clenching around the comforter, “What was that,” I ask. She’s broken the rules twice now.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry I forgot.” Her small voice says.

I smack the other cheek, a little harder this time, “I didn’t ask for you to explain, Genevieve.” She moans, technically not breaking any rules.

I rip the thong off her body and throw the fabric onto the floor.

“Fück Genevieve,” I moaned, massaging and pulling her ass cheeks apart, looking at her soaking p***y and her clenched àsshole.

“Your pùssy is so pretty, princess. Daddy’s going to have so much fun turning it black and blue.” With that statement, I see a clear liquid roll out of her wet hole and down her thigh.

I drag my finger along its track back up to its source, making sure to stop before I touch her there.

She whimpers and I see her àsshole clench. That reminds me, “Are you ready for this plug? You may answer.”

“Yes, daddy.” Fück, I love hearing her say that, my c**k agreeing by throbbing again.

I open the bottle of lube and coat my middle finger. Dropping the bottle to the bed, I press the pad of my finger against her puckered hole, not pushing it in yet.

She moans and more liquid spills out of her pûssy, rolling down her legs.

“You’re so responsive, baby,” I praise and gradually push my finger in her hole, massaging one of the cheeks.

“Relax your muscles, Genevieve. Once you relax it will feel much better.” I feel her whole body relax and I slip my finger in all the way to the knuckle. I pump my finger slowing in and out of the tiny hole, circling around the muscle to loosen it up. The whole time she’s writhing and mewling under me.

Once I’m sure she’s good and ready, I run the plug around the juices that have slid down her thighs. It’s enough to coat the small plug and I push it in her loosened hole gently. She moans and pushes her hips back into me.

I smack her right àss cheek, already pink from the first time I spanked it. “Don’t fûcking move, slût.” She immediately stops.

I fück the plug in and out of the hole a few times and then leave it in, turning it so the words are right side up.

I smack her áss again, “Such a pretty picture, Genevieve.”

She moans and her body trembles.

I place a light kiss to each cheek then bite them both. She jolts forward from the feeling but returns back to position.

I back off the bed and look at the sight before me. Her àss cheeks are bright pink with teeth marks, no doubt those will be bruises by tomorrow. The plug is nestled between the cheeks and Genevieve is breathing heavy.

“Do you want to play on the piece of equipment you were looking at earlier, Genevieve? You may speak freely.”

“Fück yes, daddy. Please, can I?” I smile at her enthusiasm.

“Well, then get up and let’s go.” She backs up and off the bed and takes a hesitant step.

“You’ll get use to the feeling of it inside of you. Take your heels off and put them beside the bed before you come over.” I command her, walking towards the structure.

She does as I say and comes to stand beside me. The only thing left on her body is that f*****g choker.

“Step up,” I command and she steps on the platform and faces me, already spreading her legs and raising her hands. I’m taken aback, suddenly furious. Has she done this before? Or is she just eager?

I strap her wrists in the restraints and do the same to her legs, watching her body shiver as she pulls against the restraints slightly.

“Have you done this before, Genevieve? You make speak.” My face mere inches away from her erect nïpple, my hot breath fanning against it.

“No, sir.” I see her hesitate, I know she had more to say.

“Spit it out,” I growl as I step back, searching her face.

She clears her throat then replies, “This morning, I had a d-dream.” She stops there. I grow furious at her lack of detail.

“And?” My arms cross over my chest.

“It was about you.” She flushes.

She had a dream about me? What does that have to with thi-

“Look at me, Genevieve.” Her eyes find mine.

“Finish,” I command.

She sucks in a ragged breath, “I had a, a se-s*x dream about you. I woke up on somethi- something like this and you...”

I c**k an eyebrow, “I what?”

She presses her lips together and whispers, “You were whipping me. With a horse crop.”

My jaw all but hits the floor before I compose my self and walk back over to the dresser and pull out the bottom one, the one with the whips and flogs, and pull out a horse crop. I walk back to her and her eyes widen.

I smirk at her, “And where did I whip you with this crop at?”

Her chest heaves but she still doesn’t speak.

“Was it here?” I bring the crop down against the inside of her right thigh.

She moans but shakes her head no.

“What about this one?” And smack the other.

She, again, moans but shakes her head no.

“Hmm,” I think, dragging it up to her stomach and bring it down against the soft flesh, “here?”

She yelps and shakes her head no.

“Speak freely,” I command. I could whip her everywhere and would enjoy it but I wanted to make her dreams come true.

“My nïpples,” she breathes out.

My eyes widen at her statement and I run the crop up and around her areolas, not touching the nïpples.

“That does sound like something I would do,” I admit openly to her. Its something I have done to others before her and it’s something ill do to others after her.

“Tell me, Genevieve. How many wet dreams have you had about me?”

Her face flushes, “Just the one, sir.”

“Hmm. How many wet dreams have you had, ever?” Suddenly feeling jealous of those who have starred in said wet dreams.

“Just the one, sir,” she repeats, shyly. So I’m the first to dominate her, and I’m the first to give her a wet dream. That makes Dom happy.

I bring the crop down on the left nïpple and growl, “Head down.” She yelps, but complies. Trying to get us back on track.

“How many partners have you had, Genevieve? When was the last time you were tested?” She doesn’t speak, a beautiful red hue settles over her chest again.

“You may speak.”

“None, sir.”

The crop drops out of my hand, “WHAT?!” I yell and she flinches but doesn’t say anything.

“SPEAK, GENEVIEVE!”

She looks up at me, tears in her eyes and whispers, “I’ve not had any partners, sir. I’m a virgin.”

Dom roars. He wants to fück her virgin püssy until it’s red and sensitive, and then he wants to fućk it about 10 more times after that. But Me? I can’t have her first time to be this. I can’t have her first time to be with her body battered and bruised.

I turn my back on her. What am I going to do now?

“Why the fück didn’t you tell me you were a virgin, Genevieve?” I question through clenched teeth. “Why would you leave that detail out? Why would you parade yourself around my office in those short skirts and dresses, in those low cut blouses and those ‘fućk me’ heels!?”

I felt betrayed. I let her into my life, into Doms’ life and she didn’t need her first time to be as brutal as he wanted it to be. To say we were disappointed was an understatement.

“I wanted you to fück me, sir. I still want this. I still want you to whip me. I need you to use my body for whatever purpose you want. Please, daddy. I’m begging you.”

I turn back around and tears have rolled down her cheeks now, not the kind of tears Dom wants. I walk to her and rub them away. Thinking about what I should do.

“I can’t do this to you. I can’t hurt you, your first time taking a c**k into your virgin pûssy. Look at me, princess.”

She had put her head back down but now looked up at me. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

“Please, Dominic,” she begs. Trying to appease my better nature.

I shake my head, “No, Genevieve,” I say forcefully. I release her from the restraints and she stands on the platform looking defeated.

“I’m still going to fück you. Just not like this. I don’t believe your body is ready for this yet.” I help her down and she still looks up at me but nods her head.

“Permission to speak, sir?” she whispers.

“Yes,” I grant, running my knuckles down the side of her body.

“Can I at least keep the plug in?” She smiles devilishly.

I growl and pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, her àss in the air.

She yelps but doesn’t fight it.

I take one finger and gently push on the plug still in her hole as I walk us to the bed. I throw her down and grab her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

I take off my suit jacket, pull my button up out of my pants, and start unbuttoning it.

She props herself up on her elbows and looks up at me through half-lidded eyes.

“Like what you see, princess?” I unbuckle my belt and rip it out of the loops in one pull.

Genevieve doesn’t answer but sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

I unbutton my pants and pull both them and my boxer briefs down.

She looks down and her eyes widen. “Shït,” she mutters and licks her bottom lip.

I spread her legs and nestle myself in between them, smirking, “I’ll be gentle.” At first.

Looking down I see her lubricant has now rolled down around the plug. The sight is intoxicating.

I grab my shaft and run it inside her slit, pressing hard against her clît a few times. She moans and moves her hips, trying to get me right where she wants me.

“What do you want, princess,” I ask as I push a finger into her tight, wet pûssy, coating it in her juices. She’s trembling and clenching her muscles around my finger.

I extract it and rub the juices on the head and down the shaft of my côck.

I spank her pûssy hard with the underside of my côck twice, making her yelp and blush each time, “Answer me, Princess. Daddy doesn’t ask twice.”

“I want you, daddy! Please fûck me!”

I growl and lean forward, putting my hand around her throat, pushing her down on the bed. I look down and with the hand holding my côck I pushed the tip into her entrance, not going any further. I look up just in time to see her eyes shut tight, her mouth open into an ‘O’ and grab my forearm, digging her nails in.

“Do you remember your safe word, Genevieve? Answer me.” I say, squeezing lightly.

“Yes, daddy,” she replies through clenched teeth.

“Do you need to use it?” Not letting go of her neck, but rub my thumb against it.

“No, daddy. I just need a moment to get used to your size.”

After a moment her eyes open and she puts her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my àss, pulling my body closer to hers.

I push in a little more and she hisses but doesn’t say anything, just pants. The extra lubricant shes produced throughout the night has come in handy.

I push in all the way while pushing lightly on the plug in her other tight hole and she moans as I bottom out. I feel the tip of my dîck against her cervix, loving the fact that I’m filling her up as much as anyone possibly could.

′Fûck her hard,′ Dom commands. It’s so hard not to give into him while we’re in this room.

“How does it feel to have both of your pretty virgin holes filled?” I ask her, my voice husky.

She moans and moves her hips in a circle, stretching herself on my dîck.

Hissing at the movement, I slap her right breast, ” I asked you a question, slût!”

“It feels so fûcking good, daddy! Please fûck me! I need more!”

I pulled out and pushed back in, slowly. Nestling myself back against her cervix. “Like that,” I ask, her pûssy walls clenching and unclenching around my member.

“No, daddy! I need you to fûck me fast and hard, please! I need you to use me! I need you to make me cûm because I need to cüm really really bad!” She moves her hips in a circle again, trying to get as much out of me as I’ll give her. When I don’t move for a moment more, letting her hips move, her hand travels down between us and goes straight to her clît, rubbing fast.

I grab her hand and pin it to her side, using the other hand to squeeze her neck again, “You will not cûm unless I say you can. You will not touch yourself unless I say you can. You will not even fûcking breathe unless I fûcking say you can. You will take what I give you and you will be grateful. You got that, slût?” I growl at her through my teeth.

“Yes, sir,” she agrees, tears in her eyes now.

′Can you fück her now!? She’s crying for your c**k. She wants you to at least abuse her pûssy if you won’t abuse her body!′ Dom growls at me.

I pull out again and I see relief flash in her lustful eyes, but I slam back into her. And I don’t stop. I grab the back of her thighs and push them back to her chest and I look down, watching my fat côck slide in and out of her tight hole.

“Is. This. What. You. Want,” I ask between each hard and abusing thrust.

By this point, she’s a moaning mess. The tears are freely flowing down her face and she’s panting. “YES, DADDY!” She screams.

“Fûck my slûtty pûssy, daddy! Use and abuse me, please! I’m yours!”

I growl and fûck into her harder, no doubt bruising her poor cervix. She’s moaning, my balls are slapping her àss, and Dom is yelling at me to slap her for talking out of turn.

I grab her jaw, fûcking her hard and fast now, “Did Daddy give you permission to speak, princess?”

She tries to shake her head and I let go of her face only to smack her. Not too hard but enough to leave a red mark. I stick two fingers in her mouth and she starts sucking. She moans around my digits and her pûssy muscles clench around my dîck. “God you really are such a slût for me, Genevieve.”

“Please, can I cûm, daddy. I need to cûm,” she whimpers around my fingers.

I feel my release on the horizon, “Not until I do. You’ve already cûm once tonight.” I grip her thighs and pull her into me as I push into her, on the verge of my orgasm. From the way she’s clenching around me, I would say she’s close and it’s probably painful. I try to hold out for as long as I can but I bottom out into her hard one more time and explode, “Fûck, Genevieve!”

As soon as she feels my hot cûm inside of her, her eyes roll to the back of her head and she lets out a high pitched scream. She clenches around me hard a few times, her orgasm rocking through her body, digging her nails into my arm.

“You’re so beautiful, Genevieve, with such a tight pûssy. You’ve made daddy cûm inside of you.” I coo, moving her hair out of her face as she comes down from her earth-shattering orgasm. She smiles and looks at me through half-lidded, tired eyes.

I pull out of her, pick her up, and bring her to my bathroom. I set her on the edge of the tub and turn on the water.

When it fills up halfway, I get in and pull her with me, “Let me clean you up.”