Handsome and Greta (Seven Ways to Sin 3)

With the end of the chain, he whipped my leg. “Faster, slave!”

I complied, yet he whipped me again. Then he let go of the chain and ran a firm hand along my leg, soothing the slight sting I felt.

Though my hands were bound together, I reached down and stroked his muscular chest in rhythm to his gyrating hips.

“Don’t touch me, whore!” he said. Then he grabbed my leg, lifted me off of him and threw me onto the mattress. The chains snapped tight, preventing me from falling completely. I tried to brace myself with a knee but he seized me from behind by the hip.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he said. “Don’t you know you’re bound to me? You’re mine. Mine to do with as I please.”

Without further preamble, he entered me from behind, his thrusts no longer exploring but dominating and owning.

“Yes, master,” I said through heavy breaths.

“Silence, slave.” He wrapped a chain around me, just above my jaw. Fortunately, the silk cloth of the hood kept the metal from my lips, but I had no choice but to open my mouth to keep it from digging into my chin.

He tightened, forcing my head back, and accelerated his thrusts.

“What do you have to say now, slave?”

I could only grunt through the gag, though I could barely hear the sounds I was making as they were drowned out by the clanking of the chains and the smack of his pelvis against my ass.

Then, in one motion, he pulled out, released the chain around my head, and turned me over. I could see nothing through the hood but felt his warm seed fall onto my chest.

I lay motionless a moment and heard Jake walk across the room then I heard a click and the light was out.

11

Jake

I glanced at the timer as I shut the camera off. The client had paid for twenty minutes, and we’d given him far more—not a good precedent. I pulled off my mask and tossed it to the floor. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Greta, hands bound, shirt in tatters, chains draped around her shoulders falling along her sides like long locks of silvery hair.

There were so many conflicting and confusing thoughts and emotions swirling around my head. For a guy trying to hide his identity, I was doing a good job—so good, I was having a hard time recognizing myself.

I shut off the light, went back to the mattress, took a seat next to Greta, and gently removed the hood. “You were amazing,” I said, as I brushed her hair from her eyes.

Greta lifted her hands, still tied together. I tried undoing the knot, but it was tied too tight.

“Uh, oh,” she said.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” Instead of fumbling further with the knot, I ripped the binds apart - far more satisfying.

Her freed hands fell gently onto my chest. “My hero.”

I brushed her hair back, cupped the back of her head, leaned over, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. I made a move to stand, but her hands found my shoulders and she pulled me toward her. I ran my lips gently down the bridge of her nose. I took her chin in my hand and straightened her head.

Her mouth was an inch from mine, but I waited a beat before kissing her. She was so beautiful. I wanted to stare at her a long moment, but when the tip of her tongue wet her lips, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I closed my mouth around her lips, pulled back then went in for another kiss and another and another. My tongue met hers while I slid my hands to the sides of her head and held her still.

She gripped and groped my back, my shoulders, my lats.

Finally, I pulled away, let out a long breath, kissed her on the forehead again, and stood up. “Let me get you a towel.” I started across the room. “Would you like a glass of water?”

She didn’t answer, so I stopped and turned to her. She was looking at me with tenderness in her eyes. She half smiled and shook her head.

I froze for a moment, unable to continue away from her to the bathroom to fetch a towel. I wanted to rush back to her, take her in my arms and kiss her some more. “Play it cool, Jake,” I reminded myself.

I smiled back at her and nodded then turned to continue on towards the water closet.

I spied the devil mask on the floor staring up at me. I stopped and contemplated it for a moment. I wondered if I’d taken things too far with Greta. I’d never been the over-aggressive dominating type before, but I couldn’t deny that I liked it, a lot.

I kicked the mask out of my way, retrieved a towel, and went back to Greta.