“Maxime, please.”
I don’t listen to the tremor in her voice. I unzip my pants, not bothering to push it over my hips. My cock is ready. Her body isn’t, but that’s the point of this lesson. That’s how whores are treated, without consideration for their pain or pleasure. Taking the base of my cock in my hand, I press the head against her tight opening and thrust inside. She cries out, her face scrunching up and her eyes pinching closed.
She’s warm and almost unbearably tight. A hiss leaves her lips as I pull back, bend my knees, and slam my hips up again, claiming my million-euro pussy, showing her the difference between being my lover and my whore. She thought she’d seen that side of me? Not even close.
I fuck her hard, knowing she’s dry. My lust mounts, feeding the dark cravings I usually keep in check for her. My breathing is heavy when I unfasten my buckle and pull my belt through the loops. Excitement courses through my veins when I fold the leather double in one hand and pin her wrists hard against her lower back.
“Maxime.” Her voice is panicked. “What are you doing?”
“Quiet.”
I pull out of her body and take a step away. The head of my cock is slick with pre-cum. I’ve already gone too far. With any other woman, I would’ve put a condom on before I started. Zoe is my exception. She’s the only woman I’ve ever fucked bareback. Taking a rubber from my pocket, I sheathe my cock and drop the packet on the carpet, not caring where it falls.
She knows what’s going to happen. Still, she deserves a fair warning. I drag the belt over her ass, following the line of the enticing curve. She’s toned and round, an ass made for spanking and fucking.
Taking aim, I swing my arm back. The leather makes a hissing sound as it cuts through the air. It falls with a sharp crack on her skin. She sucks air in loudly, her globes clenching and her body flattening against the glass to escape the pain. I don’t spare her. I pull back and lash her again, carefully controlling my strength. Red welts mar her porcelain skin. I don’t like to see them there. I don’t like spoiling what’s perfect, but she left me no choice. I have to prove that I’m trustworthy, that I make good on my promises. I can be as cruel as I can be kind. She must learn this lesson about choice.
She’s fighting me, twisting and bucking, but it doesn’t take much to keep her pinned to the window.
“Keep still,” I say against her ear, “and this will be over quicker.”
“Please.” Her breath catches on a hitch. “Please, stop.”
“I’m afraid not yet, ma belle.”
With the next lash, I hit her like I mean it. It makes me harder. It’s the depraved part of me that enjoys inflicting pain when I torture my enemies. It’s the twisted excitement I feel at killing.
Tears roll over her cheeks, but she’s brave. She doesn’t give in. She remains on her feet. I dip my fingers between her legs. She’s still dry. It doesn’t stop me from entering her with three fingers. Stretching her with my hand is the only mercy I give her before I shove my cock back into her tight little cunt, greedily taking everything I’ve paid for. If she’s my whore, this is how it is. This is about me. I don’t owe her anything other than the price we agreed on. I honored my end of the bargain. She’ll honor hers.
My lust is burning white-hot. The violence brings that out in me. I fuck her so hard the breath leaves her lungs in a feminine whimper with every thrust. It’s a grueling pace, and it’s not enough. Yet she’s growing slicker.
Brushing away the tendrils of hair that stick to the sweaty skin of her neck, I nip the soft flesh where her shoulder starts. “Such a naughty little slut. You’re getting wet. You like it when I’m rough.”
Her nails dig into my skin of my hands where I’m restraining her. “Don’t do this.”
I gather her arousal and spread it to her asshole. “You’re a dirty little whore, and I’m going to fuck every hole I paid for.”
She gasps. “Maxime, please.”
I slap her ass hard. “Don’t you dare say my name. Whores call me Mr. Belshaw.”
Pulling her globes apart, I admire the rosebud pucker of her ass, the forbidden entrance I have every right to take. Using her arousal as a lubricant is more than what I would’ve given any other whore. Still, she’s a virgin, so I spit in my palm and coat her well before sinking a finger through the tight ring of muscle. Her inner muscles grip me like fist. When I start pumping, she whimpers. It’s when I add a second finger that she fights. She only wiggles and twists until I remove my fingers and press my cock on her dark entrance. Then she stills. I use the moment to press forward, applying pressure until her muscles relent and her ass swallows the head of my cock.