Chapter 3
"Paul, I didn't say I'd be able to make it next Saturday," Sue argued, trying to keep her voice down. The door to her boss' office was open and out of the comer of her eye she could see him casting an occasional glance at her.
"Well, I'm sorry you broke a date with Kate, but I didn't promise anything about next Saturday." Inside, Sue was gloating over Paul's anger and frustration. The knowledge that he had gone so far as to break a date with Kate gave Sue's ego an additional boost.
"I told you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your weekend." Idly, Sue toyed with a paper clip. Her boss caught her eye and she cast her eyes heavenward to indicate her helplessness with the phone call.
"Look, Paul, I have to go. My boss is having a cow." She paused. "All right, a week from Saturday is fine. I'll even write it down on my calendar so there's no mistake this time." Sue indicated she would be right with her boss. "I'm looking forward to seeing you, too, Paul. Good-bye."
After hanging up, Sue let a smile of satisfaction flicker across her face as she picked up her steno book. Patting her skirt into place as she got up, Sue posed prettily, defusing her boss' anger with her sexiness. Paul's jealousy over her was increasing Sue's confidence greatly. On the walk home from the party, she had been unable to worm a date with Jerry Danvers despite her best efforts. She had no plans for the coming Saturday at all, but had no intention of letting Paul know that. The big man's jealousy and frustration were reward enough for an evening at home alone. And besides, something else just might come up anyway.
As it turned out, nothing did.
On the Saturday of her date with Paul, Sue was again checking her wardrobe over very carefully. Meeting Paul on his home ground was riskier than at her apartment, and Sue looked for added insurance to keep the big man under her control. A few minutes work with a needle and thread tightened the button holes on the satin blouse she planned to wear. She selected her tightest pair of slacks and gave the button fly on them the same treatment. The tightness of the slacks prevented her from wearing any panties under them, but she felt certain things would not progress that far. A bra, however, was a necessity. Figuring that Paul might well get inside her blouse, she selected one of her more daring and insubstantial ones, one that displayed the tops of her breasts almost to her nipples. Carefully she bent the hooks in the back to make it as difficult as possible to unfasten. With the date set for seven-thirty, Sue deliberately waited until almost eight o'clock before leaving her apartment.
When Paul greeted her at his door, she let him draw her in for a long, hot kiss, but kept her lips closed to his probing tongue.
"I thought you weren't coming," the big man stated.
"I got held up," Sue explained, letting him help her with her light coat. Paul had gone all out for the evening. The dining table was set with gleaming flatware, lighted by two tall candles in silver holders. The rest of the apartment was barely lighted with candles on the end tables and coffee table. From the distance they had burned down, Sue knew he had lighted them long before her actual arrival.
"What would you like to drink?" Paul asked after hanging up her coat.
"Gin and tonic," Sue ordered. "Gee, this is really nice. You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble."
"It was nothing," Paul replied.
"It was, too. I mean, candles and everything? I'm really impressed. Thank you." She accepted the drink from him. Settling down in an easy chair, she dunked the ice cubes a few times with a carefully manicured fingernail.
"You look lovely this evening, as usual," Paul complimented her.
"Thank you," Sue acknowledged graciously. As they sipped their drinks, the conversation drifted casually. Sue posed for him, her back straight to emphasize her breasts, her slender legs crossed. There was something lurking behind his smile and admiration, but Sue was unable to determine exactly what it was. Perhaps it was wariness, or anger. She tried to think of anything she had done recently that might be bothering him. Her ploy the previous weekend could hardly explain his hidden irritation now.
Finally she decided it was her imagination and ceased worrying about it. "What's for dinner?" she asked.
"Steaks, baked potatoes and green salad," Paul replied.
"Yum, sounds delicious. I'm hungry."
"Why don't you just relax out here while I cook the steaks," Paul suggested.
"Are you sure I can't help?"
"No, thanks anyway. I'll get them started and we can talk while they cook."
As he disappeared into the kitchen, Sue got up and surveyed the room in the dim light. For a bachelor Paul was an unusually good housekeeper, and she said so.
"I have a maid service," Paul informed her. "It costs less than you might think."
"Gosh, maybe I could use them, too."
"I'm afraid they're all booked up right now. How do you like your steak?"
"Medium rare."
A sizzling sound erupted from the kitchen, followed by a delicious aroma. As she passed the dining table, Sue eyed the bottle of red wine, its cork already loosened. Mentally she made a note to watch her liquor consumption. Out in Nebraska she had been able to sneak only an occasional beer when she was dating someone old enough to buy it legally. She was under no illusions regarding her capacity for booze.
In a few minutes, Paul was carrying steaming plates of food out of the kitchen. After helping Sue with her chair, he bent down and gave the side of her neck a quick kiss that sent ripples of pleasure through her. The steak was perfect, and the wine ideal. Throughout dinner, Paul urged more and more wine on her, but she resisted. In spite of her care, she felt herself growing giddy. Finally, her plate polished clean, she declined an offer of more wine and leaned back in her chair.
"Why don't you go in the living room while I clear the table and get us some sherry?" Paul suggested. "I have some tarts for dessert, but perhaps you'd like to save them for later."
"Fine," Sue said. Trying to hide her unsteadiness, she made her way into the living room and settled down on the couch. She suddenly became aware of the background music. It had a strange primitive beat, and she felt her pulse matching the subtle rhythms.
"Here you are." Paul handed her a delicate stemmed glass filled to the brim with a deep amber liquid. Carefully, Sue sipped it; a sweet, nutlike taste filled her mouth. She barely noticed the warmth as the few drops trickled down her throat.
Sitting down beside her, Paul placed a cut glass decanter on the coffee table in front of them. He put an arm around Sue's shoulders and she let him pull her over against him, snuggling against his side. Letting her mind drift with the music, she sipped more of her sherry. Paul's finger caressed her shoulder gently, lulling her. The aroma of incense filled the air, and she noticed a tiny pyramid emitting a thin trail of smoke from its top. When Paul's hand tilted her head upward for a kiss she stared deep into his eyes, then complied, her lips softening as their mouths met. The touch of his mouth was like an electric shock, sending ripples of goosebumps down her back. His arm was strong around her.
At first she sealed her lips against his tongue, but then yielded, opening her mouth to him and letting him gently explore her teeth for a moment. Before she lost control of herself she broke the kiss.
"Whew, this is strong stuff," she commented, raising her glass as a barrier between them.
Paul lifted the glass from her hand and set it on the table. Then he gripped the side of her head firmly but gently and drew her face toward his. His kiss was harder now, more demanding. Sue tried reciting multiplication tables to keep her senses, but lost track of what she was doing at three times four. His tongue wedged her mouth open, and her resistance wavered as he brushed the roof of her mouth with his tongue. The taste of sherry was strong on his breath, further thrilling her as she returned his kiss. His hand left her neck and stroked down over her blouse, coming to rest on her breast. His fingers were gentle as they traced the contours of her breast, feeling out the lines of her bra, measuring the tender mound. Sue felt her passions rising with the barely felt touch of his fingers. Fighting the urge to do otherwise, she gently pushed him away and reached again for her sherry. He let her pull away slightly and sipped his own drink.
Sue tried to gather her senses and break the mood by saying something, but before she could Paul had again taken her glass from her. His hand slid up her torso to cup her breast again as he drew her in for another kiss. He was bolder now, massaging the soft mound of her breast, slipping the satin of her blouse over her lacy bra. His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring its innermost recesses. Sue's passions burned hotter than ever as she dueled his tongue with her own. Her Hippies were hard and painfully erect inside her bra. Paul's fingers were boldly exploring her breasts through her blouse and bra, tracing along the upper edge of the cups, teasing at the straps, then squeezing her breasts, making the fabric of the bra pinch her nipples slightly, creating pain to mix with the pleasure.
His fingers found the top button of her blouse and began to struggle with it. The small buttonhole frustrated his attempts, and Sue used the opportunity to regain her senses and pull away. Taking a deep breath, she managed to control her emotions. "Whew, I've had too much to drink. Could I use your bathroom?"
Paul seemed unconcerned at her withdrawal. "Help yourself. I'll turn over the records."
On unsteady legs she made her way to the bathroom. The buttons on her slacks gave her a hard time, but finally she managed to lower the garment and use the toilet. After finishing, she tucked her blouse into her pants as deeply and tightly as possible. A quick pat of her hand rearranged her disordered hair, and with the tip of one finger she removed a slight smudge of lipstick from her teeth. Deep in her eyes, Sue could see the uneasiness she felt inside. Paul's many pronged assault of music, wine, incense, and romance was having its effect on her, and she was worried about her ability to maintain control of the situation. The thought of the ease with which she had manipulated him so far, and his general courtesy, reassured her. Taking a deep breath to further steady herself, she left the bathroom.
Paul politely stood up when she returned to the couch, then settled next to her. Sue reached for her glass as if it were a life preserver, then thought better of it and set it down without taking a sip. Paul's hands turned her toward him as he lifted her chin. The strength of his hand on her jaw forbade anything more than token resistance. He was determined to take up where he had left off. Sue struggled weakly in his grasp, then found herself returning his demanding kiss. His hand sought and found her breasts again, massaging the soft mounds more demandingly than ever. The short break had given Sue a chance to regain her composure and his touch had less of an effect on her now, as she kept her emotions in tight reign. She didn't resist his explorations until she felt him again working at the top of her blouse. When she felt it yield, she managed to struggle free of his encircling arm.
"Let's slow down a little," she pleaded.
"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" Paul asked. There was an unfamiliar note of hardness in his voice.
"What do you mean?" Suddenly frightened, Sue looked up at Paul. His face was hard, chilling her blood.
"You've been teasing and toying with me for better than two weeks now."
"No, no I haven't," Sue denied.
"Now it's about time you produced," Paul continued, reaching for her again.
"Stay away from me," Sue cried, pushing against him with both hands. Suddenly his big hand trapped one of her wrists, then the other.
"You're a tease and it's time you learned a lesson," Paul said, his voice deadly in its tone.
"I'm not," Sue argued, trying to tug her hands free of his vise-like grip.
"You're also a liar," Paul continued.
"I'm not," Sue screamed, jerking free. "You stay away from me!" She tried to get up, but Paul grabbed the collar of her blouse. With a tug he wrenched her toward him.
A sudden jerk of his hands ripped the buttons off her blouse, scattering them wildly. Before she could react he had yanked the blouse down her back, the sleeves bunching up, trapping her arms behind her. Her breasts heaved in the barely adequate bra as she struggled to get free.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson someone should have taught you a long time ago," Paul growled, his big hand gripping the back of her neck. With a powerful jerk of his arm he dumped her face down across his lap.
"What are you doing to me?" Sue screamed, her face being ground into the cushions of the couch. She struggled futilely to free her arms. Paul trapped her legs under one of his thighs, rendering her completely helpless. Her breasts were painfully crushed against his muscular leg, her nose mashed into the couch. Suddenly there was a powerful stinging slap on her buttocks.
"You are a liar and a tease," Paul stated. Sue flinched as a second painful slap hit her raised buttocks. "On our first date, you said your roommate was coming home soon. You don't have a roommate." Sue's scream was muffled by the couch. Her ass was beginning to burn. "Two weeks ago, you teased every man in sight and did your damndest to make me jealous." Three more spanks burned Sue's ass as Paul said this.
"Stop it, please stop it!" Sue pleaded, tears pouring from her eyes as the spanking continued.
"And last weekend, you didn't have a date," Paul went on, alternating his blows on first one cheek of her ass, then the other.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop," Sue pleaded helplessly, her voice torn by sobs of pain as blow after blow was rained down on her upraised bottom. The pressure of Paul's hand on the back of her neck was unrelenting as he pressed her face into the sofa. The beating seemed to last for hours. In spite of her incredible agony, Sue was dimly aware of a strange ball of excitement growing in her gut. The relentless spanking was triggering unexpected passions in her. Something hard was prodding her in the belly from Paul's lap, and one corner of her mind recorded the fact numbly. The beating was exciting Paul as much as it was her.
As the spanking went on, and Sue's agony and pleasure both increased, her mind recalled the beatings she had received from her father. More than once her errors had been corrected by the application of a hairbrush to her bare bottom, until the day she had seen the same reaction in her father that she was getting from Paul. After that last beating, her father had never laid a hand on her again, no matter what the provocation.
After what seemed like hours, Sue came to realize that the blows had stopped. Her ass was a mass of flame. Keeping her legs trapped beneath his thigh, Paul tipped her up so she-was kneeling. Through her tears, she saw him eyeing her hungrily and struggled to free her arms, hunching her shoulders, trying to minimize the thrust of her breasts. Suddenly Paul grabbed her bra between the cups. With one hand on her chest to steady her, he gave an incredibly powerful wrench, ripping the bra off her, the straps burning her skin as they seared across it.
"What are you doing?" Sue screamed, struggling to get free.
"Something I should have done a long time ago," Paul replied. A powerful rip of his hands sent the buttons flying from her pants as he pulled them apart brutally.
He released her legs, but before she could react, a push against her chest sent her flying backward on the couch. Before she could move he had stripped her pants off her, tearing them in the process. Kicking herself free, stripped except for her blouse, Sue tried to get away, only to have Paul rip her blouse off her with one pull of his hand. Before she could escape he had grabbed her and flipped her over his massive shoulder as if she were a doll. Hanging head down over his back, she beat and kicked at him futilely as he carried her into the bedroom.
He threw her down on her back and before she could roll aside his massive weight crushed down on her, driving the breath from her lungs. The bedspread felt like sandpaper on her tender buttocks. Grabbing one of her hands, he pulled her arm straight and slipped something over her wrist. Terrified, Sue looked up to discover a loop of rope linking her wrist to the head of the bed. Before she could react he'd done the same thing with her other wrist, then he rolled off her. She kicked frantically as he grabbed for her ankle, but his strength was too much for her as he relentlessly straightened her leg and slipped another loop of rope over her ankle. It was only a moment's work to trap her other leg, leaving her helplessly spreadeagled on her back. A few quick adjustments tightened the ropes, stretching her tight. Naked, helpless, totally exposed, she glared up at him fearfully as he towered over her, his eyes burning over her naked body. Her legs spread wide, she could feel the cool air on the insides of her thighs, and on her totally vulnerable cunt.
Paul grinned with satisfaction as he stared down on her. Languidly he began to unbutton his shirt. "I think it's about time you really learned what life is all about."
"You'll never get away with his," Sue hissed.
"When I get through with you, you'll be begging for more," Paul replied confidently. "And even if you aren't, you won't do anything." He tossed his shirt in the corner and kicked off his loafers. His torso rippled with muscles as he unbuckled his belt. Sue's eyes were drawn to his prick, tenting out his underpants, as he skinned down his trousers and tossed them aside casually.
"I'm going to tame you," he remarked, stripping off his last garment. Sue gasped at the sight of his erect cock, a monstrous pink-capped shaft. Helplessly she writhed against her bonds, the sight of his massive organ terrifying her.
Paul settled beside her on the bed. She twisted her head awkwardly in order to keep an eye on his huge prick. He reached out and gripped her chin with his hand, relentlessly turning her head. His lips bore down on hers, his tongue prying at her mouth. In spite of herself, Sue found herself responding, her lips opening as his tongue bored brutally into her mouth. As she struggled against her bonds, Sue felt her passions rising. She tried to bite his lips as his teeth lashed with hers and new waves of passion swept through her straining body.
As he kissed her, Paul's hand swept down from her face to capture one of her breasts. The palm of his hand rasped over her nipple, making it burn with both pain and pleasure as it tightened even more. His fingers plucked at the hard little peak, twisting and rolling it, then he shifted his hand to her other breast, treating it just as roughly, just as excitingly.
"I told you you'd like it," Paul chuckled as he felt her responding. He backed off and watched her reactions as he toyed with her tits, pinching and tugging at her nipples with both hands now. Her helplessness seemed to add immensely to his excitement. His eyes glittered as he watched her.
"My God, my God," Sue whimpered, rolling her head helplessly as wave after wave of fire roared through her, spreading outward from her abused breasts.
It seemed as if he played with her for hours. She was soon weeping with pleasure and frustration, pleading with him hysterically.
"You're going to find out what it's like to be really teased," Paul promised. He traced a fiery exciting line down her belly, stretched taut by the ropes and her own passions. His fingers sought into her bush, and she rocked her pelvis frantically, undecided if she was trying to escape or admit him. He easily found her slit and began to toy with it, running a finger along it. Her juices were already flowing, lubricating his path as he worked at her.
"Ahhhh," Sue wailed, her head twisting and rolling, the cords on her neck standing out with excitement. Her pelvis had a life of its own, twisting and rolling frantically as Paul toyed with her cunt, brushing her sensitive clitoris from time to time, then pausing at the opening of her vagina. A crying need for something inside her cunt made Sue squirm frantically, as Paul continued to torment her.
"What do you want?" Paul asked through teeth clenched with his own passions.
"I want ... I want," Sue gasped, unable to squeeze out the words.
"Tell me what you want," Paul demanded.
"I w-want you," Sue gasped.
"You want me to do what?"
"I want you," Sue wailed, avoiding the word she knew he wanted to hear.
"You want me to do what?" Paul was relentless. A jerk of his hand sent an agonizing blast of pleasure through Sue, leaving her weak and desperate for more.
"I want you to fuck me."
"Beg for it," Paul demanded.
"Fuck me, oh please, fuck me," Sue cried. She was delirious with desire now.
"Again, beg for it," Paul ordered.
"Oh, my God, please, please fuck me, fuck me," Sue screamed.
Her mind was a muddled mixture of terror and hope as she felt Paul move between her thighs. In all her years of tormenting men, she had remained a virgin. Now, in just a second, all that was going to be blasted away, and her mind cried out in helpless terror. She felt his cock brush her cunt and her body betrayed her with a blast of desire and passion. Again, the tip of the mighty rod brushed her cunt, sending another wash of flame roaring through her. Her muscles pulled and strained against the unyielding ropes holding her spreadeagled on the bed.
Paul's cock nestled at the gates to her vagina, and she felt her pelvis rocking up to meet it. He held back, still teasing her until she was crying with desire. Suddenly it was in her, tearing her hymen apart, a shock wave of burning pain wrenching a scream from her. Without hesitation he drove his big cock into her, brutally stretching her unused channel open as he pistoned into her. The initial flash of pain dissolved to a dull ache that was mixed with pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper into her. She was delirious with both pleasure and shock, her pelvis rocking and twisting with a life of its own as Paul rammed deeper and deeper into her. Her pleasure roared higher, driving cries of joy from her until his pubic bone crashed against hers, grinding her clitoris into a pulp of total joy. Faster and faster his hips rocked, his cock pistoning in and out of her, his balls swinging up against her ass.
A climax roared over her, driving her insane with pleasure, then another one and still another, until nothing existed except that incredible pounding cock buried in her belly. She felt Paul stiffen and instinctively she tightened the muscles of her vagina, squeezing and milking at his prick as it began to pulse, then shoot jets of hot sperm deep into her belly. As he collapsed down on her, his weight driving the wind from her, she blasted to another climax, her juices gushing outward around his cock as its pulsing and jetting slowly died away. As her pleasure gradually declined, the ache of her shattered virginity intruded again into her consciousness. Burying her head against his shoulder, she stifled her sobs.