Misadventures with a Rock Star by Helen Hardt

Author:Helen Hardt [Hardt, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781947222168
Publisher: Waterhouse Press
Published: 2018-06-04T18:30:00+00:00

She wanted to be tied up tonight. Tied up and whipped hard across her ass and thighs. She particularly liked it when I left marks. Once she was good and bruised, she liked to be fucked hard, first in the pussy and then the ass.

As much as I had grown to hate Alicia, I didn’t like leaving marks on her body. Though I loved playing the dominant role in the bedroom, hurting someone to the point of marring her body felt abusive to me. But she demanded it, so I complied.

She had a dungeon in her mansion that made mine look like a child’s play area.

I knew what she required, so I sucked in a breath and began.

“Undress, bitch.”

“Yes, Sir.” She smiled and slowly stripped for me.

Although she was well into her fifties, Alicia was a great-looking woman with a smoking-hot body—lots of liposuction and Botox. I had stopped finding her attractive about a year ago, though, when I had begun to regret the deal I had made with her. Still, fucking her had been no hardship, and I had never imagined I would fall in love, so I continued.

Right now, though? I wasn’t sure I could get an erection.

Alicia’s pussy was freshly waxed, her clit ring dangling.

“Go to the wall,” I commanded. “Get me the black snake whip.”

Her body flushed pink. “Yes, Sir.” She turned and walked slowly to the wall.

“Faster, bitch. Bring it to me and then get on your knees.”

She obeyed, handing me the leather whip and then kneeling before me.

“Would you like me to suck your cock, Sir?”

That was the last thing I wanted. My poor dick felt like it was going to shrivel up and die. “No. You said you wanted to be whipped. I intend to whip you.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Please whip me hard.”

“Don’t talk again unless I instruct you to.” That was one way to keep her quiet.

She nodded.

“Go to the table and lie facedown.”

She complied, and I bound her wrists and ankles to the poles at each corner of the leather-covered table. The hard cowhide of the snake whip was warm in my palm.

Alicia squirmed on the table. “Please, Sir. Spank my ass. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I told you not to talk. For that, you will wait ten minutes until I touch your body with this whip.”

She let out a gasp but did not say another word.

And I got a ten-minute reprieve.

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