Sage descended the stairs with her luggage loosely packed with everything she needed for the night. She wore her most comfortable set of sweatpants with her softest pink sweater.
“Going somewhere?” Maxwell was making sandwiches in the kitchen with a sour look on his face.
Sage was finally free to laugh. And laugh she did. “Ha ha ha! Oh my god, you look like such a prick in that. Who the fuck even owns a turtleneck sweater.”
“Lucy gave it to me, in fact. It was a birthday present. And it’s the only turtleneck I own which is pretty god damned essential right now.” He hooked his finger around the collar and pulled it down, exposing the multitude of blue, purple, and black sucker marks Sage had given him hours ago. “You see, some fucking bitch of a girl thought it would be hilarious to leave some fucking bodily graffiti for my wife to see.”
Sage giggled. “You didn’t seem to mind at the time. In fact, you fucked me all the harder for it.” She rolled her luggage into the kitchen and sat at the counter. “And I’m the one who should be angry.”
Maxwell eyed her with contempt. “And how did you come to that conclusion?”
“This is the way I see it. When a gentleman rams his cock into my throat, cums all over my glasses, and empties his balls into my cunt the first thing that he should say is ‘Thank you!’ Now quit your bitching and make me one of those sandwiches. All I’ve had to eat all morning is, well, let’s just say no mayonnaise for me. I’ve had enough.”
“Wow.” Maxwell wrinkled his nose. “You know, you’re kind of fucked up, Miss Silver.” He tried to hide his amusement, but Sage saw the smile cracking at the edge of his mouth. Cutting off two more slices of bread, he began assembling her a sandwich.
“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.” She watched in anticipation as he crafted her a meal of prosciutto, fresh mozzarella, and a spicy mustard.
“So what’s with the luggage?” He asked as he put the finishing touches on his culinary offering.
“Oh, your wife kicked me out. Jammed some money in my hand and told me to get a hotel room.” She reached over and snatched the sandwich from under him.
“Wait, what?” Maxwell stopped dead. He listened for the showers going upstairs, making sure they were still free to talk. “Does she know?”
“Don’t think so.” She sunk her teeth into the sandwich and moaned in delight.
“Well then why are you leaving?”
Sage took her time chewing her large mouthful, grabbed Maxwell’s soda from under him, and washed it down. “Why not?”
“Because I’m not done with you,” he growled.
She shrugged and responded before taking a more manageable bite. “Maybe I’m done with you.”
“Are you kidding me? Do you know how much trouble I’m going to get in? If I’m lucky my daughter will be out of the house before Lilith sees these marks!”
“Huh, you know I didn’t even know that beast had a first name.” Sage rolled this new information around her head, it certainly seemed a good fit for her.
He was agitated. “Don’t call her a beast. And she normally prefers ‘Miss Shear’, even from me.” He pointed his finger at her and his tone became forceful, “You’re not going anywhere. You owe me.”
“Do I now? Mr. Shear, I am under no such obligation. Why should I stay and risk the wrath of Lilith?”
“Then don’t stay for my sake. Stay because you’ll enjoy yourself.” Maxwell opened a counter drawer next to him and produced a board game. “Play with me.”
Sage recalled the boxes of board games stacked in the closet, their seemingly boring nature disguising a cache of sex toys and kinky devices. She was intrigued as to what this box contained. She finished the last bite of her sandwich and walked around the counter. “I’ll take the bait. What do you have there?”
He stepped back and gestured toward the box. When Sage approached the faded case Maxwell was predictably ready to pounce. His strong hands grabbed her by the waist and he pressed his hard-on against her backside. “Go on, take a look.” He nibbled her ear as she explored the contents of the cardboard package.
“Oh. Hmm. Isn’t this a cute little toy,” she said with disappointment. Of all the stacks of games and exotic toys she knew Miss Shear collected, Maxwell had picked a simple bullet vibrator?
He reached around her and snatched it from the box. He also took the small black remote and and slid the dial to low. He pressed a small button on the vibrator and it came to life with an impressively loud buzzing. “Don’t let the size fool you, this little guy is powerful.” She entertained his demonstration. He cupped one of her breasts and drew circles around her nipple
“Oh, that is nice.” She purred. Sage reached down and lifted her shirt, allowing him to continue without fabric to dampen her delight. “More.“
She reached back and ran her hand through his hair as he suckled her neck. His hands massaged and teased, and she rewarded him by pushing her ass back against him and inviting him to dry hump her. “Such a horny little harlot, I want to throw you on the floor. I want to watch your back arch and hear you moan as I control how much you get.”
His hands went to her hips and lowered her sweatpants to her thighs. She welcomed his ambitions, spreading her legs and bending over the counter. Her toes curled as her damp cunt welcomed the silver bauble. She sighed as the buzzing quieted as it nestled comfortably inside her.
He watched her gorgeous ass, a long-neglected desire overtaking him. He began to pull her cheeks apart when she interjected, “Maxwell?”
“Yes, my young Miss Silver?”
She clamped her cheeks shut and raised her head, listening. “Did one of the showers turn off?”
Maxwell went stiff. That is to say, his body went stiff. In other contexts, he had achieved the state of stiffness as soon as Sage entered the room. The sound of wet feet walking down the wooden stairs sent him into a panic. Miss Shear’s voice called out, “Maxwell! Where are you?!”
He turned off the remote control and the gratifying tremor in Sage’s honeypot gave way to an empty stillness. Maxwell grabbed her by the arm and looked around frantically. “Stay quiet!” He hissed.
“Maxwell!” His wife called again. Sage stuck out her tongue.
He looked at the dining room table and lifted the tablecloth, kicking her luggage under and pushing Sage down to the floor. “In the kitchen, Darling!” He responded while insistently stuffing her out of sight.
Oh, she was tempted. Sage did not appreciate being disrespectfully hidden under the table like someone would kick an ice cube under the fridge. She bit her tongue and suffered the indignation of having to cautiously pull her pants back up. After all, she had made her plans for the evening and didn’t want them disturbed.
From under the gingham fabric, she could see only their feet. Miss Shear’s wet, bare feet were pedicured and her toes were painted in the same color as her fingers. “You haven’t picked up my dry cleaning in days. I’m missing the dress I want.” They stood right in front of her, Miss Shear facing away from the table. “Where’s Sage?”
“I suppose she’s already left. I saw her with her luggage earlier.”
“Good. I’m tired of seeing that drab little trollop.” Sage’s skin prickled. “Oh, you took out a toy.” Her voice seemed playful. “What are you expecting, that I’ll be getting you off while spending the evening with your child? You filthy mongrel.”
He was shifting from foot to foot, nervously concocting his story. “You just got me so worked up last night. I’m going to miss you.”
“Will you now?”
The towel dropped to the floor. She couldn’t help herself, she had to peak. She lifted the tablecloth up and lowered her head to see. Miss Shear seemed remarkably affectionate. Her naked body cuddled up against her husband and she ran her fingers up the bulge in his pants.
He wrapped his arm around her and held her close. His body accepted her tenderness even as his words protested, “Honey, we can’t. Lucy is…”
“Still takes the longest showers in the world. She always has. Now be a good boy and give me that vibrator. Drop your pants and bend over. I’ll take the remote.”
Sage shifted uncomfortably, the vibrator was still firmly up inside her.
“I, um…” He floundered. His eyes looked down and caught Sage watching. He shot her the subtlest of looks, imploring her to stay hidden. Yet she watched on.
“You lost it?” Whatever goodwill Miss Shear had been feeling evaporated in a moment. “You misplaced an item from my collection?” She angrily pushed him away and grabbed the box. She took the remote in her hand and blasted it to the highest setting and rifled through the silk cloth the toy was stored in.
Sage nearly shrieked, the sudden rough sensation shook her core. She squeezed her thighs together. The buzzing was intense and she couldn’t tell what she could feel and what could be heard. She cupped her hand over her mouth and muffled her panting.
“I didn’t lose it!” Maxwell argued.
“So I did then?” Miss Shear placed her hands on her ample hips and waited for an answer. When none was given she pressed. “The librarian who keeps her entire collection meticulously cataloged carelessly misplaced it?”
“Of course not. But maybe… I just…”
“Take it out.” Miss Shear’s voice was calm and still. Sage shuddered. From experience, she knew this meant Maxwell was in real trouble.
“But…”
“Take. It. Out.”
Sage suffered in pleasure, the little device punching quite more intensely than she would have thought possible She supposed Miss Shear didn’t buy anything cheap. She knew she should drop the tablecloth and quietly cower. Yet wide-eyed, she couldn’t help but watch as Maxwell unzipped his pants. His erection bounced as he lowered his pants and offered it to his wife. “I’m sorry, Miss Shear.”
“I am getting so fed up with you, Red.” She took his shaft in her soft hand. Cordially caressing as she interrogated her husband, “I was kind to you last night, wasn’t I?”
He was shaking, holding his breath. He nodded and affirmed, “Yes, Miss Shear.”
“My sweet Red. My love. Why do you do this to me? It pains me when you hurt yourself like this.”
He jumped and leaned back against the counter. “Ahhh!” He went on his tiptoes. Sage lowered her head closer to the ground so she could better see. This made her pussy scream in satisfaction as the vibrator shifted to her G-spot and she bit her lip. Miss Shear had sunken her claws into the base of Maxwell’s cock. Slowly, she drew her hand upward.
“I love you, my pathetic beast. I want what’s best for you.” Red lines trailed her nails as she scraped them upward. “We both know you need to be disciplined to thrive.”
Even through the pain, cum bubbled from the tip. Sage could feel the pressure of her climax building. Maxwell looked down briefly and saw the student delightfully gawking at the tawdry spectacle. “Yes, Miss Shear!”
Her nails gradually traveled to the head of his cock, leaving his shaft looking like a barbershop pole. She tightened her hold pushed her manicured red nails under the ridge of his head and pulled up. Maxwell almost seemed to be dancing in place. “You will find it, and you will put it back. If not, you may upset me. You don’t want me to be upset, do you?”
He was shaking his head up and down, holding back what was certainly futile cries for mercy. “Yes! I mean no! Miss Shear! I’ll find it!” She held him there for a few moments longer, savoring his discomfort. Finally, she released him.
She held her fingers out. “Clean it up.”
He dutifully lowered his head and licked the cum from her hand and began to put his abused member away before she stopped him. “I said clean it up. All of it.” He followed her gaze to the spot of cum that had dripped to the ground.
Sage dropped the tablecloth and cupped both hands over her mouth. She was cumming hard and was forced to do so in silence. Bending over in the fetal position, she focused on quietly breathing in and out. She looked to the side and caught Maxwell’s gaze as he lowered his face to the floor.
Sage held eye contact with him as he bent to the whims of his wife and licked the drops off the ground. Miss Shear lifted her foot, clenched her toes in his hair, and pressed the side of his face flat into the ceramic tile. Sage continued to weather her orgasm, watching a sinister rage seething in his eyes.
She appreciated the ironic position he was in, his ass out and pants at his thighs while being pushed onto the floor. ‘Serves you right. Humiliating, isn’t it?’ She thought as she moved her hands so he could see the smile spread on her face. She gloated with a bedeviled wink.
Miss Shear turned and started back toward her room. “Good boy, now get my towel and hurry. Since you failed to have the dress I want a backup freshly ironed.”
He stood up, dutifully following his Mistress up the steps.
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Maxwell searched for Sage as his wife dressed. Her luggage was missing, and she seemed to have vanished. He assumed she was just laying low until his wife was gone. He went to hide the game box and discovered she had returned the vibrator next to the control. He took it out and held it to his nose, the smell of her put his nerves on end.
Perhaps she wished to play a different game? He didn’t have much time to consider this anyway. Miss Shear had given him a list of tasks and not much time to complete it. He tossed the game box in the pantry in an empty space next to his collection of different cooking oils and then got to work finishing the road snacks.
Twice now, Sage had watched as he received punishments. He thought of the smile she gave him as his wife stepped on his head. The knowing wink. Maxwell was sure she had already thought up dozens of insults to throw at him. He looked forward to hearing them, knowing it would make it all the more satisfying when he took it out on her young flesh.
“Is Sage gone already?” Lucy was being rushed down the stairs and out the door by her Mother. Maxwell followed behind, carrying a small cooler of food and a bag of items he was told to pack.
Maxwell shrugged at his daughter. “I guess so, kiddo. I haven’t seen her at all.”
“Good,” Miss Shear said with a demure smile. “You shouldn’t be babysitting tonight anyway. I want you nice and healthy. Lucy, why did you buy your father such an ugly sweater?”
Lucy laughed as her Dad loaded up the trunk with their luggage. “I dunno, buying gifts for your parents is weird. It seemed appropriate when I was sixteen. This is the first time I’ve ever seen him wear it. It’s quite…”
Miss Shear finished her thought. “Mortifying.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek as their daughter climbed into the passenger side of the car. “I look forward to getting you out of it,” she whispered in his ear. Her finger hooked the collar, ready to playfully tug it down when Maxwell pulled back suddenly.
He feigned a raspy cough, and he could see his wife was suspicious. He coughed again and cleared his throat, “Sorry, Beautiful. I almost coughed in your face.”
She popped her eyebrow and told him with an unsettling tone, “Get your rest, my love.”
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“Sage! You little whore, where are you?!” He called out into the house and listened. The only answer was dead silence.
Maxwell went to the library. “Come out, come out wherever you are!” He opened the closet, expecting her to pop out. She wasn’t there either. He made a mental note of a few messes from that morning that would need a more thorough cleaning before his wife’s return and continued his search.
“You bad little girl, you’re going to be sorry when I find you!” Room by room, each futile search left him feeling more horny and disappointed. She had really left, without even a word. He didn’t have her number and there was no way to ask his daughter without outing himself. He returned to the kitchen, made himself lunch, and ate in silence. He waited for her to appear, but after an hour all he had was self-pity and her words ringing in his head.
‘Maybe I’m done with you.’ That stung.
He thought of their morning and went to his bedroom. He took off his shirt in front of the vanity mirror. Maxwell looked over the marks. He reached back and touched the fresh scratches, contemplating the stinging sensation. He closed his eyes and tried to remember the feeling of her nails. He unbuckled his pants, pulled out his cock, and beat off to the memory of fucking her throat.
Brooding and unsatisfied, he cleaned up the messes he made. First, with a shower. Then he tidied the kitchen and the library. He decided if he was going to try and hide the telltale marks he would need more than the one ugly turtleneck. He hopped in the car and made a trip to the store.
As he pulled into the driveway the clouds had turned gray and thick. It had gotten late and he was starting to feel hungry again. The light in the sky was starting to wane. He had consigned himself to a lonesome night and his stomach sank as he thought of the inevitable discovery of his adulterous transgression.
That’s when he noticed smoke coming out of the library’s chimney. Maxwell rushed inside and tossed the shirts on the table. He practically ran to the library and threw open the door thinking Sage had returned. His heart felt like it stopped.
“Lil, I mean, Miss Shear, what are you doing here? Where’s Lucy?”
She was bent down, putting logs onto the fire. She picked up the riding crop from the floor and turned around with a cruel smile. “Red, you’ve been a bad dog.”
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Hours earlier, Sage had watched Miss Shear lead her husband out of the kitchen from under the dining table. She found the remote on the counter and quickly turned it off, finally ending the ecstatic assault on her vaginal walls. She had felt both grateful and resentful that Miss Shear had brought her to climax, even if it had been by accident.
Sage picked up her luggage, checked it one last time, and smiled to herself. She pulled her phone from her pocket and found an Uber driver to take her to a nearby coffee shop.
‘The hotels here are kinda nasty.’ She texted Lucy.
‘I wouldn’t know, never stayed there.’ Lucy responded.
‘What, no guy ever took you to one?’
‘Oh Sage, darlin’. This is Buckfuck Nowhere, Ohio. I felt fancy when I fucked a guy with a roof over my head.’ Sage snorted at this and then pulled out Miss Shear’s black journal from her bag. She had picked a relaxing, out-of-the-way corner to engage in some quiet reading.
Over the next few hours, she chatted with her friend and engaged in the only activity she did better than fucking, she researched. She pulled out her own notebook and scribbled important data down for reference. She studied passages and pictures from Miss Shear’s decades of information. Sage concentrated on the highs and lows of ‘Red’s Performance Rating’. He had gotten worse in recent years. He no longer had low rankings, but neither did he have high. She wished she could have seen Miss Shear’s assessment of their last ‘game night’ so she could have had a reference of scale.
‘I’m going to go to bed early. It’s pretty boring here.’ She texted Lucy a final time for the night.
‘Nooooo! My Mom is just playing Candy Crush in the corner of this hotel. Stay with meeee!’
“Sorry, Lucy. It’s time for the show,” she whispered as she put her phone on silent.
“Could I get you anything else, Hon?” The barista seemed to be getting tired of her occupying a booth hours after her small purchase.
“I’m fine. Excuse me, Miss, where’s the bathroom?”
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She locked the door and opened the suitcase. Sage stripped down to nothing and examined what she had hastily taken from Miss Shear’s closet. There wasn’t much time to shop around from the Librarian’s selection of clothes, yet she felt she made the right choices.
‘Turn about is fair play after all.’
Sage recalled watching Miss Shear in her schoolgirl outfit, getting railed on the floor. She found herself getting angry again.
‘Oh, Miss Shear. You don’t know a damn thing about me. That was insulting. But I know a lot about you. I also understand your husband.’
She lined the counter with the pilfered makeup she had taken from her host’s vanity. Miss Shear had such a dramatic palette of dark colors.
‘I only wish you could see what I’m about to do to him.’
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“Red, you’ve been a bad dog.” Sage popped her hip and wrung the riding crop in her hand. The fireplace glowed behind her, providing quite dramatic backlighting as the daylight dimmed quickly into the cloudy, starless night.
Miss Shear’s clothes made her feel powerful. The fine black hosiery was held up by an expensively embroidered garter belt. The tight black pencil skirt hugged the curves of her ass. In her quick exploration of her host’s closet, she felt inspired by the long cardigan sweater. The vast collection of button-up blouses would be the typical choice for the sexy librarian look, but wearing no bra and leaving it open in the front created such an amazing effect of partial nudity.
Maxwell stood slack-jawed. His brain hummed like a blender. His head was full of conflicting thoughts, urges, and emotions. Sage’s little illusion was effective enough to trick him, even for just a moment. She was roughly the same size as Miss Shear, and she fit the clothes well. In the darkened room her mousy brown hair seemed the same raven shades of his wife’s. The fire reflected off her glasses, obscuring her eyes.
He was angry at this girl imitating his beloved wife, yet undeniably aroused by her clever little games. Maxwell liked games. And the way the orange glow of the fire danced on the bare skin of her cleavage was almost enough to make him forget her impertinence. Almost. “Sage…”
Upon hearing that name she stomped quickly to him and took the crop across his cheek, leaving a stinging red stripe under his eye. “How dare you mention that whore’s name to me! I’ve been far too lenient with you, Red. Down on all fours! I’ll decide on your punishment.”
He rubbed his cheek, sneering. She had even worn his wife’s perfume. If this is what she wanted, he would play the part. He was a trained dog, and he obeyed his master. Red did as ordered. He dropped to his knees, then posted on his hands.
“Good boy, it’s about time you started remembering what a pathetic, sad animal you are.” With careful balance, Sage daintily sat on his back as a princess would sit on her throne. She bounced the riding crop, steadily thunking the back of Red’s head with the keeper as she considered her options.
He relied on the training his wife had put him through. He bore her weight, gritted his teeth and answered, “Yes, Miss Shear.”
“It’s been a while since we’ve called up one of the special friends I have made. Perhaps Patrick would be available. Do you remember when he last visited? How I had him tie you to the chair? Did you enjoy watching when I fucked him?” Sage could feel the anger blistering off his back.
“Sage!” He snapped in a low, rumbling voice. This was met with a hard whack against his ear from the crop. He collected himself. “Sorry, Miss Shear. Yes, Miss Shear. I remember Patrick.”
It was too easy, Miss Shear’s years of meticulous journaling was a veritable treasure trove of data. It had laid out Maxwell’s wants, desires, and much to Sage’s interest, his triggers. Patrick was a punishment Miss Shear used for special occasions. Maxwell hated him, as Patrick loved to brag and taunt him during the act. Miss Shear had written of her distaste for the man as well. He was listed as a terrible lay, but she adored how angry he made her husband. “Oh, I do believe he’s out of town. Too bad. I could always pick up a new friend at the bar.”
“Yes, Miss Shear.”
“Or maybe I want a show. Do you remember when I made you sodomize yourself? How I put the large, red dildo on the chair and made you take it all until your ass was sat flat. Oh, you whined and whimpered as it went deeper.”
Red was silent.
“What happened to ‘Yes, Miss Shear’? Perhaps I should start out with an old-fashioned flogging. Like this year, when you didn’t dust the shelves on your birthday. You thought I was going to let it go. But why would I, you silly creature? I beat you all the harder for your impudence. You cried. You begged. Wasn’t that fun?” Red had gone perfectly still below her. She was carefully pressing all his buttons in the worst way.
Red began to growl.
“Oh, do you remember your very first lesson? You were tied to the bed, so confused. You didn’t understand who was going to be fucked that night. My strap-on was buried so deep in your ass when you professed to me. In your piteous little way, you choked out the words ‘I love you’. It was so deliciously wretched, how could I not keep you.”
Sage had gone too far, and she was thrown to the floor. She had taunted and teased Miss Shear’s dog, and now he has snapped his leash. Her heart fluttered as he snatched her by the ankle and picked up her whip, dragging her to a chair before the fireplace. He didn’t speak a word as he grabbed her by the base of the neck and pulled her across his lap. Sage had enough words for both of them.
“Red! You filthy mongrel! You let go of me this instant! I’ve not seen such insubordinate behavior from you in years! Down! Get on the ground and grovel!”
She shrieked as the crop struck the meat of her thighs. He pinned her tight on his lap, easily overpowering his stand-in wife as she struggled and kicked and hollered. Sage recalled watching the real Miss Shear striking her husband the night before. She managed to make such clean rows. Maxwell’s technique was less refined.
“God damn you, Red! Fuck you!” He rained blows down on her backside, a mad grin across his face as she squirmed in his lap. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up over the round curve of her ass, giving unfettered access to her bare skin. Each blow was unrestrained as Sage futilely fought to escape.
“I’m tired of being called a bad dog by such a nasty bitch!” He smashed the crop against her ass, destroying one of the clasps of her garter belt leaving one band dangling uselessly from her knee. He didn’t stop until the crop splintered and snapped above the handle.
Sage gasped for breath and stared at the broken switch after he threw it to the ground. Tears fell from her cheeks to the ground, she hadn’t even realized she cried. Sage had fought as hard as she could, for all the good it did her. Maxwell had firmly claimed his role as the dominant, and Sage knew he was just getting started. She didn’t dare look at him now, she didn’t want him to see her smiling.
She forced herself into character after taking a long breath. She clenched her jaw and reprimanded him. “Red! You piece of trash. You filth. How dare you! How fucking dare you!”
“Oh Lilith, I’m done with that game.” He looked at her ass, running his hand over his work. A chaotic patchwork of bright red and purple marks radiated heat. “Tonight I make new rules.” His hand slapped her tender, sore cheek, and her body stiffened as she yelped.
“Red, you fucking…” Sage was interrupted by being unceremoniously dumped to the ground. He rolled her off his lap and she landed hard on her ass, as hundreds of little scratches and bruises sent pain flooding through her body. It knocked the breath out of her.
“It’s been over two years, Lilith.”
“That’s Miss Shear!” Hissed Sage through a labored breath.
His cupped hand struck her cheek and she crumpled to the ground. “Don’t interrupt, Lilith. You’re normally so polite.” He removed his hideous turtleneck and tossed it aside. He knelt beside his impostor wife. “It’s been over two years since you titty fucked me.” His rough hands pulled back her cardigan and pawed at her breasts.
Sage rubbed her thighs together, her pussy yearned to be filled. She wanted his cock, his tongue, a toy, even just one finger. Sage would have begged and pleaded for it, but she was Miss Shear. And Miss Shear would never be broken so easily. She grabbed him by the wrists and tried to pull his hands away. “I’m impressed you’ve kept such careful track. Quite an impressive trick for a witless pig! Keep counting, because if you think I’m going to…”
His large hand cupped over her mouth, muffling her protests. “I didn’t ask for permission. I’m telling you what’s going to happen. A courtesy, really.” His fingers squeezed her mouth as she continued to bark at him. He watched her with such admiration in his eyes, so much love for the woman fighting beneath him. Or at least the woman she pretended to be.
His other hand continued to molest her. Squeezing, pinching, slapping… an abusive treatment for such soft treasures. He cooed gently as he considered aloud, “Maybe you need the ball gag? I’ve often wanted to shut you up. But my love, tonight is special. You’ll make such beautiful music for me. Tell me to stop, hurl your insults, try and stop me. I don’t want to miss any of it. ”
Maxwell released her completely and began loosening his corded belt. Sage tried to sit back up and he quickly pushed her back to the ground, intent on preventing her escape. She consigned to a temporary defeat. He was too strong and quick. She rubbed her sore jaw and conserved her strength. “You cocksucker,” she sputtered dripping with contempt.
He winked at her while pulling the belt from its loops. “There’s my girl.”
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Sage thrashed and pulled. Her hands were bound together behind the ladder. The belt dug into her wrists, strapping them together to the rung above her head. She ultimately couldn’t prevent Maxwell from having his way, but oh how she gave him hell. It had taken him nearly twenty minutes to get her in this position. Twenty minutes of wrestling, slapping, choking, dragging, and manhandling.
The blaze in the fireplace raged and sweat dripped from her body. Her muscles burned and her breathing was heavy and ragged. Sage’s makeup was smeared and streaked, her hair had been ripped from the tight bun during the scuffle and was now wild and messy. Her arms were stuck at an awkward height. She couldn’t stand, nor could she sit. Unable to struggle in any way that mattered she leaned against the ladder and allowed it to take some of her weight.
Maxwell was kicking off the remainder of his clothes, his cock was engorged. He had certainly enjoyed the hunt. Sage stared at it, and her breathing became faster. “Two years since I fucked these tits, Lilith. You’ve starved me.” He snapped her head back and stared down at her, her eyes were wide and she shook. She was taking erratic, panicking breaths.
He leaned down and pulled her in tightly, stealing a kiss from her lips. She had winced, expecting another bout of roughness. Instead, he was tender. Maxwell was soft with her, and Sage lost herself in the moment. She kissed him back, it felt gentle and loving. Her lungs found a steady rhythm and her pulse slowed. She had needed this moment, something grounding and safe to wash away the fear that clung to her body.
“All better?” Maxwell asked as he embraced her. He wiped away her tears. He reached down and picked up the glasses she had lost, returning them to her pretty face. Mr. Shear had been more perceptive than Sage gave him credit for, realizing she had been swept away by the intensity. She was grateful to be pulled back.
“Maxwell, you sicken me.” Her mind was calm, ready to continue. “After all the love and effort I put into training you, teaching you to be such a good dog. But you prefer to wallow like a mongrel.” Something about being Miss Shear made Sage feel very dramatic. She laid it on thick.
And damn did she feel dramatic. The fire had reached its apex. Hot yellow light cast theatrical shadows about the room. He had torn most of her clothes off by the time he could hold her still enough to tie her up. She only had her half-broken garters and the torn silk stockings that clung to her legs. They both glistened and dripped, Sage dripping more than just sweat.
The time for attentive kindness was over, and once again the beast inside Maxwell was allowed to have its fun. “I sicken you?” He pushed his cock between her tits. “Tell me more.”
He reached down under her breasts, squeezing them tightly together and jamming his red rod upward. Sage had tried to look away, down to the floor. The head of his member jammed into her neck and she coughed. With no other option, she angled back her head and met his depraved stare head-on. She shot him a look of loathing. “You obscene Neanderthal! Red, of all the impertinent… AH!”
Their sweat had proved a poor lubricant, drying up within a few strokes. His cock no longer slid, it dragged through her tits and it burned. He gritted his teeth, not feeling any better about it than her. “Fuck, hold tight.” He released his grip on her and walked out of the library.
“Red! RED! You bastard! Don’t you leave me like this!” She struggled against the knot and used the time to try and slip her hands free. But it was far too tight. “Release me, you perverted cur!” Maxwell returned with two treats. The first was poured onto her chest with no preamble. “You disrespectful… Ah!”
The oil felt cold as it coated her chest. He put the can on the floor and snickered as he roughly worked it into her skin. It was fragrant and familiar and warmed as he rubbed over her. “Disrespectful? Only to the oil maybe. Slathering a whore’s tits in extra virgin olive oil, I suppose it’s ironic if nothing else.”
He held up the vibrator from before. The one he had used on her in the kitchen. Her eyes widened. Sage worried that her want for it, the desire to have him stuff the vibrator into her cunt would show on her face. She didn’t want to break the illusion. “So you found it. Why don’t you lube it up and shove it up your ass, darling?”
“Why should I have all the fun? You’re going to cum while being used. Tonight I’m going to train you to be a proper slut.” He had gotten too close, and she took the opportunity to spit in his face.
“Do you think I’ll cum for you? After what you’ve done? Untie me and beg for my forgiveness!”
He smiled at her, and casually swabbed her spit from his face with the silver toy. “You’ll be the one begging before tonight is over.” Maxwell pushed the vibrator up between her legs. There was no point in fighting it, she was so moist that it easily slipped upward and disappeared inside her. He set the remote to high and tossed it on the ground beside the can.
Sage bared her teeth. She would refuse to give in to it, refuse to let him hear how much she enjoyed the sensation. She was Miss Shear, and Miss Shear would never give in to him this simply. She looked up at him as he repositioned his legs to straddle her chest. She mocked him. “Do you remember how pathetic you were when I scratched that filthy little thing a few hours ago?”
He pawed her greasy tits and resumed what he had started. Much to Sage’s embarrassment she gasped immediately. The relentless quaking of the device inside her made it so very hard to hide her pleasure in being Maxwell’s captive. “Ha! Don’t tell me you’re faltering already. So high and mighty a moment ago.” He rocked on his feet and went slowly.
“You pig! You… fuck. Fuck you!” The oil heated with the friction and her head began to swim blissfully despite her objections.
“You’re face is flushed. I see those thighs trembling. Just admit it, you enjoy giving in.” He certainly was having a good time. Sage assumed he would be vicious with her breasts. Maxwell made it far more personal. He luxuriated himself by slowly gliding his cock in her heavenly softness, mindfully feeling every bit of flesh wrapped around him.
She stared up at him, her glasses beginning to steam up and she felt the heat rise. The fire, the friction, the inevitably building orgasms that were being forced upon her, it was burning her up from the inside. Her mind raced, what would Miss Shear do? She took in a breath and concentrated on speaking clearly and unwavering. “I love you, Red.”
He stopped, put off by her sudden and out-of-place tender comment. “You love me? What the fuck?! You humiliate me!”
Sage smiled, “Yes, because I love you. You whine. You bitch. But you crave it.” Maxwell curled his lip and resumed fucking her tits. “I see the look of bliss in your eyes when I beat you like the wretched reprobate that you are. That’s an act of love.”
Maxwell spit at her words. Sage didn’t flinch as his saliva rolled down her cheek. He squeezed her tender flesh till it spilled between his white knuckles. “Lilith, fuck your love.”
Her pussy dripped as the relentless vibrations pushed her. Sage’s voice began to shake but she spoke with conviction. “When, when I taught you to suck a man’s cock. Red, do you remember the first time I brought a man home for you? OH!” He squeezed her nipples as a warning to stop, but she would not be dissuaded. “I saw the pride when he filled your mouth. That.. that was an act of love.”
She hoped for the mercy of roughness. That he would lose control and begin thrusting with such strength it would be numbing. Instead, he kept his slow pace, demanding she felt every bit of the intoxicating humiliation of being used. His oily cock was violating.
“You dirty little cuck,” she spoke softly, growing weaker. She longed to moan and give in. “When I make you watch other men fuck… fuck me.” The look on his face was pure rage. It made Sage swoon. “You get so hard… so fucking hard when another man cums inside me. I do it… I do it for love.”
He let go of her tits and slapped her, his oily hand created an echoing clap through the library. Her glasses clung to her face, askew and barely clinging to her face. He was dripping sweat and he began jacking his cock off as a deep, heavy moan escaped Sage’s guarded lips. She was cumming.
“But you don’t want it… God! Fuck! You don’t want my love. Fine! I’ll hate you instead!” She raged. She thrashed. She flailed. And she was climaxing. “I fucking hate you, Red!”
The words he didn’t know he longed to hear sent him over the edge. “I hate you too, Lilith!” He let go of his dick, spurting out ropes of cum chaotically onto Sage. She moaned and her oiled breasts wildly bounced as her vain struggle played out. Each frantic spasm of his loins sent cords of hot semen splashing against her splattering over her sweaty body, onto her face, and into her hair.
“I, I hate you! I hate you!” She repeated the mantra as the intensity of her own orgasm drained the strength from her body. “God! Oh god!” She couldn’t fight anymore. Her telltale, whimpering pleasure filled the library as his seed ran down her body. “I hate you.”
“Good girl.” His cock still dripped as he worked the knot out of the leather belt that held her in place. As it loosened her tired body slumped to the floor and the logs in the fire shifted. Red hot embers were the only light in the room.
Sage’s muscles were weak, her fight spent. The vibrator still drew out her orgasm. Her fingers were pins and needles as the blood freshly flowed through them again. The oil and cum created a slick surface under her. She tried to get to her hands and knees but slipped on her face. She could feel Maxwell straddling her as she lay face down on the floor. “I hate you,” she whispered again.
He reached between her legs, Sage gasping as he rummaged inside her and plucked the vibrator from her pussy. He turned it off and tossed it aside. “Good, hate me.” His hard cock rested in the valley of her ass cheeks as he laid on top of her. He nibbled on her ear and bragged, “You know what I’m going to do now?”
Sage did. The one thing that Miss Shear always forbid. To even request it was weeks of punishment. She clenched her ass tight. “No! You wouldn’t dare.” Her heart was beating hard, she hoped her body and voice wouldn’t give away her desire to be ravished.
“And you’re going to beg. Before I am done you are going to plead with me to allow you cum as I fuck your ass, Lilith.” He raised his body and sat back on her thighs.
She tried to push herself up, to crawl forward. But Sage was pinned beneath his strong body. Maxwell ran his hand in a nearby puddle of oil and coated his fingers. He pushed his thumb down into her ass, splitting her cheeks and finding its tight little target. Her weak hands clawed at the floor. “Maxwell…”
He pressed down and her legs kicked. Every nerve in her body screamed at the intrusion. Sage tried to silence herself, clenching her jaw shut. It was like trying to contain a tidal wave. High-pitched cries sounded from behind her tightened lips. “Oh Lilith, that was beautiful. Sing for me some more.”
He hadn’t even penetrated her, the simple probing of her hole had made words no longer possible. She began to shake as he pressed down harder, waiting for her stubborn rectum to give in. Sage’s hitched breathing was offset by powerful little moans. She went limp on the ground and her mouth opened. “Oh! Oh! Oh… AHHH!”
His thumb pushed through and plunged into her. He watched her with studied interest, fascinated with the dramatic effects sliding his thumb in and out had on her body. He raised his hips, ready for his hungry cock to take over. “Submit.”
She defiantly clenched her eyes and shook her head. She bit her lip and tried to prepare herself as she felt him spreading her cheeks. She took a deep breath as the head of his cock was aligned and pressed into her loosened asshole. She resolved not to give him the pleasure of her moans when he fucked her. “Oh… oh… OH…. Mmmmm… AHHHH!” She failed immediately.
Maxwell’s cock pushed deep into her. He marveled at the tightness of it, the way he could feel her spasming around his cock as it slid in and out. And he found her uncontrollable backlash of cries to be an elegant ballad. He explored her, and with sadistic curiosity, he experimented with her body.
He rocked his hips and her body clenched. “Mmm… mmm… Mmmax.” She moaned his name, sometimes dripping with contempt. Sometimes coated in lust. Her body was overwhelmed. Sage knew she could cum so hard, but she needed something in her cunt. She needed to be touched.
He saw her hand moving down the floor, she was trying to slide it under her body. “No,” he panted behind her. “Not until you break.” Maxwell grabbed the offending wrist and pinned it to the ground above her head.
He decided to try deep, slow thrusts. He marveled how this made her feet kick violently. He loved the way her shameful moans were drawn out. Sage shivered beneath him. Each time he found he could push his cock deeper inside. He felt himself swelling as he played with angles and pressure to elicit the degrading pleasures she could no longer contain.
Maxwell grabbed her by the hair, her back arched as he slowly pulled back. Sage’s wet eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do.
His brutal thrust was a coup de gras. She screamed as every nerve in her body overloaded. He let out a victorious roar as he pushed his weight into his hips. She could feel the pumping sensation, feel his balls twitching under her asshole.
Uncontrolled, wailing cries from her broken body coaxed more and more of the hot, wet cum to spill out from around his cock as it bucked inside her. And still, she needed him. She couldn’t take it anymore. There was no fight left.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” He wouldn’t accept anything less than to hear the words from her mouth.
“Please. Please,” she pleaded. She found the words hard to choke out through the sobs. “Please m-m-make me cum.”
His dick remained hard and impaled her. There was no need to boast, there was no need to draw it out any longer. He had won. He leaned over her, wrapped his arm around her throat, and pulled her up to her knees. He leaned back and allowed her weight onto his thighs. His free hand snaked around between her legs. “Does my little slut like this?”
She could no longer form words. Sage was overwhelmed by the pleasure as his thrusts coupled with his fingers released her from her torment. Screams poured out of her as his cum ran down her thighs. She put her hand on top of his, pushing his palm hard onto her clit.
“Lilith…” he cooed into her ear. The orgasmic fury had shattered her. Her body went limp and he held her tight against him. Fingers and cock working in unison, he continued to fuck her. Sage’s tongue hung limply from her mouth and she drooled as he tore more pleasure from her flesh. Her dead eyes stared forward as she gave in completely. Sage had been broken, and the rapture of submission consumed her.
