1 comments/ 8505 views/ 3 favorites His Highness Jon Ch. 01 By: BrattyAlly83 Jon strode over to where she was tied up, exposed for all to see. He walked like he owned everything and everyone around him, yet when he was just inches from her face his expression was filled with curiosity and what seemed to be awe. The feeling was immediately mutual. What Sammi was feeling was pure electricity, her world was instantly spinning. All the fear and embarrassment slipped away the moment Jon stepped into her orbit. Sammi liked to play on the dark side, especially when she visited her close friends in Washington, DC. Francis and Rose were a married couple that had completely changed Sammi's life years back. After being long distance work friends with Rose, Sammi decided to pay a visit to meet Rose and what she got in return was a life altering experience. Rose and her husband Francis gave Sammi a new lease on life and welcomed Sammi into their open relationship. Over the years, they all just grew closer. Tonight, Francis and Rose had brought Sammi to a club in the heart of DC's underground nightlife so she could take part in her first public scene. So here she was, naked, bound in numerous ways, and chained spread-eagle between two posts in a corner of the club. Both men and women would come and observe, some would touch, and then there were the few that Francis permitted to go further with her. He was in control and that's precisely how she liked it. One guy had paddled her so hard she was sure there would be marks on her ass and thighs for at least a week. She felt so much pleasure and was so proud of herself for going through with the scene, but through it all there was still a great trepidation and slight embarrassment. Her body wasn't perfect by any means. She was pretty but could definitely stand to lose 20 pounds or so. But overall, the feeling was empowering and with each participant she grew just a slight bit more comfortable. Then there was Jon. The moment he made his presence known, she wanted him to have her, to do as he pleased, and she was completely unashamed. She wanted to belong to him in a way that she could feel stirring in her soul. For the longest moment, he stood so close that she could nearly touch him despite her bonds and they just regarded each other with the same shock and wonder. It was the next realization that hit her like a tidal wave. She knew him. Jon had been on a couple of moderately popular TV shows- a brooding, handsome bad-boy that had long ago captured the world's attention with his wild ways. Now seemingly settled and focused on a less prominent acting career, she wondered what the hell he was doing in DC. Wasn't he from the UK or somewhere like that? Her mind was racing and it was like he could read her thoughts because, with a sharp and sudden snap of his fingers just a breath away from her face, her focus was immediately back on him entirely. He smiled a little, something more like a knowing smirk. She could tell that he knew exactly what power he already had over her. Turning to Francis, Jon said, "May I?" It was almost more of a demand than a question. Francis nodded with a curious smile and Jon fixed his gaze on Sammi once again. Very slowly he ran his fingers along the ropes that bound her middle. Each time he would touch her skin it was so light and sent a jolt through her like nothing she'd ever felt. She thought he might be feeling it too when she noticed that his breathing had quickly become quite rapid. His gaze never left her eyes. Jon traced what felt like every line on every inch of rope wound around her body. Finally, he turned and eyed the tools and toys laid out neatly next to one of the posts. Before Jon even settled on the riding crop, Sammi was so turned on that her inner thighs were already slick from her arousal. With zero hesitation Jon swatted her right between the legs. Gentle, but enough to make her body jerk. Then, just as she was about to take a breath, he flipped the riding crop in his hand and swiftly slid the handle deep in her cunt. Sammi cried out loudly, more from shock and pleasure than anything else. Jon grasped her chin roughly and their eyes met again. He laughed as she squirmed. He worked the handle in and out slowly for a few moments, teasing her, knowing how desperate she was for more. Even though he knew exactly what he was doing, what happened next caught both Jon and Sammi off-guard. Jon held Sammi's face firmly so her eyes could only be fixed on him and then, in a single fluid motion, he reached down pressing his thumb painfully hard against her swollen clit and shoved the riding crop forcefully upward once more. With that one stroke, Sammi exploded around the riding crop as he buried it deep inside her. Jon held her in position without ever taking his eyes off her, watching her writhe and scream in ecstasy. This was very possibly the most powerful orgasm he'd ever seen a woman have. His cock throbbed, rock-hard against his pants knowing that he did this to her. He had brought such intense pleasure to this beautiful woman whom he'd never met before. Sammi couldn't even recognize her own voice or the sounds escaping her mouth. She was like a wild animal as she came, it was unlike any climax she'd had in her life. As she rode the wave back down to reality, she met Jon's stare and opened her mouth to speak. She didn't know what she wanted to say but she did want to say so much, there was so much trying to get out, yet not a sound made it past her lips. Upon seeing this, Jon's expression became so intense and he whispered, "I know, I know baby," as he pressed his lips to hers hungrily. It wasn't very often that kissing and this kind of interaction between two strangers became part of a scene. But Sammi had to admit to herself how natural it felt. Her mind trailed off to pleasant thoughts but Jon's voice brought her back to the present, "I need to leave darling, but I will get everything I need from your owner and I MUST see you again. Yes?" He laughed as she nodded and that's when she realized she had the dumbest grin on her face. She also realized that she hadn't picked up on the brogue in voice earlier. Of course he had barely spoken. But damn was it sexy. It's probably a good thing he didn't speak much until now, otherwise he might have made her cum before he even touched her. Sammi giggled at this private thought. She was vaguely aware of Jon exchanging information and pleasantries with Francis and Rose...her mind was just floating at this point...she was in an ethereal place for now. His Highness Jon Ch. 02 After Jonathan left, Francis had quickly unchained Sammi knowing that her state of mind left any further play out of the question. As they all rode back to Francis and Rose's house, Sammi was so content that she only spoke one or two words to answer questions. Rose laughed and then climbed in the backseat with her. She pulled Sammi to her and held her close while telling her what a good job she had done and whispered excitedly about Jonathan. Rose stroked Sammi's beautiful pastel purple hair, paying extra attention to the stubble hidden underneath the longer locks, much like Francis loved to do. The two women stayed quietly like that the rest of the way back. The next morning, Sammi awoke to find herself alone in Francis and Rose's bed but she could hear them down in the kitchen. She looked at the clock and realized that it was almost noon. All the events that took place last night really must have wiped her out. Throwing a t-shirt over her naked body, Sammi headed sleepily downstairs. Just before she reached the bottom, she heard a third voice in the kitchen. She couldn't believe what she was hearing; she'd know that Irish tinged voice anywhere! Part of Sammi wanted to go bounding into the kitchen but, instead, she made her way timidly into view. The second she made eye contact with Jonathan all timidity was gone. He made her feel so bold and warm, like the world was hers if she belonged to him. "Samantha, beautiful Samantha," he purred in a deep, throaty voice that made her melt. He bit his lip and looked as if he were trying to restrain himself. Then his face changed and he ordered "On your knees Samatha, now." She dropped to her knees right in the kitchen entrance without hesitation, it was like only they existed in the world at that moment. Jonathan moved closer and took her face in his hands, stroking her cheek. "Oh such a good girl." He murmured. Sammi smiled up at him, completely mesmerized. Without warning, his palm cracked hard against her cheek. That instant searing heat was shocking and wonderful and confused her a bit. She shook her head a little and he grinned, "Please mind what you say to me when I pay you a compliment Samantha." She was so taken with him she'd forgotten all her manners. "Yes Sir." She replied softly. In that moment she caught a glimpse of a very pleased looking Francis and she smiled. Mistake number two. Jonathan clenched her face hard and pulled her back to his attention. "Your attention does NOT leave me in these moments. Understood my selfish little brat?" Samantha nodded furiously and tried to apologize through clenched teeth as he kept his grip, "Yes Sir, I'm so sorry Sir." Many women would go ballistic at this behavior, but Jonathan's words and actions captured something in Samantha. She felt safe and wanted and didn't have to think. She didn't have to think about anything, she just had to feel and be. Unlike the other parts of her life where she had no off switch, always analyzing and making decisions. Letting someone own her was a welcome break, especially when that someone was a stunningly gorgeous actor. Samantha wanted him to take her, right there on the kitchen floor. But instead she agreed to meet him at his hotel at 4pm. He instructed her to wear anything comfortable and bring nothing. The bizarre instructions had her curiosity piqued for sure. And just as Jonathan was leaving, Francis pulled him aside and the two men had a very hushed conversation before he departed. Sammi looked at Rose and Rose just shrugged. Once the door had closed behind Jonathan, Sammi started to get to her feet. "No. Nobody said you could get up slut," said Francis very calmly and softly. His voice was almost scary when he issued demands that way. Sammi scrambled back to her knees which were starting to ache at this point and dropped her head. "Good girl." Francis whispered. He bent down to pet her a little, "Stay like this until I say otherwise." And with that, he walked away. And Sammi couldn't see anything but the floor, but she heard Rose pad out of the kitchen too. Sammi's knees were on fire, her back was killing her, and she wanted nothing more than to look up around her. Then she started hearing moans coming from the other room. Then silence again. Next there were soft grunts and a couple slaps. That's when she realized that Francis was in the other room fucking Rose. She wondered just how long Francis was going to make her stay like that. The thoughts, and pain, and sounds were leaving her panties soaking. Yet, a few minutes later she was fighting back tears, when she felt him behind her. Francis knelt and pulled her into him from behind. His body was still naked and hot and he was still very much aroused. "Good girl Sammi, so good." He cooed and she just crumpled against him. The relief her knees felt in that moment was almost more painful than the pressure. Rose wandered lazily into the kitchen just then. She too was naked, her face flushed, and nipples taught. Smiling, she knelt next to Sammi and massaged her knees lightly, making Sammi cry out a little. She shushed her then as she gently straightened out each of her legs and being peeling the soaked panties down from Sammi's body. Tossing them aside, Rose began to run her hands softly over Sammi's inner thighs. Sammi sighed and smiled at her touch. After a few minutes, Rose pushed Sammi's thighs apart just about as far as she could make them go. Sammi winced but shivered in anticipation. Rose looked up, "May I Francis?" Her husband nodded and, although Sammi couldn't see him, she could feel how pleased he was. "My, my, you are a horny little one..." Rose giggled a little as she very slowly slid her index finger into Sammi's dripping pussy. Sammi leaned her head back against Francis and murmured. He responded by grasping her head and tilting it forward. "I want you to watch her play with your cunt honey." His Highness Jon Ch. 03 Sammi opened her eyes and realized that she was still curled up on the couch. She felt like she'd slept for hours. The morning she'd spent with Rose and Francis had left her completely spent and she barely remembered making it to the sofa before passing out contently. She fixed her gaze on the clock and groggily rubbed her eyes, trying to bring it into focus. Oh no! She thought as 2:47 blinked back at her. She only had a little time to shower and get ready if she was to make it to Jonathan's hotel by 4pm. She scrambled off the couch and ran upstairs to shower and change. It wasn't until she was completely engulfed in hot water and steam that she remembered Jonathan's odd instructions. Comfy clothes and nothing to bring. She took a deep breath and relaxed a little with that thought. She didn't need much time after all. Sammi let the water pelt her for a few more minutes before finishing up her wash and shave routine. She stepped out and towel dried her purple locks, deciding to let her hair curl naturally instead of blow drying it straight. The East Coast weather was so conducive to going au natural. Sammi admired her reflection, the bouncy ringlets framed her round porcelain face beautifully. Dressing was an easy task. Sammi opted for cropped black yoga pants and a sheer pink tee. She chose to skip panties and had selected a barely there, lacy white bra that was easily seen through her tee. Her nipples were already at full attention and were entirely defined through the lace and soft material of her shirt. Perfect. Sammi took one last look in the mirror. With very little make up on her face and her wild curls she hurried downstairs. The girl at the hotel registration desk eyed Sammi curiously, almost enviously when Sammi gave her Jonathan's fake check in name. Without so much as a smile, she handed Sammi a room key and pointed her to a private elevator reserved for guests on the top floor. Grinning all too much, Sammi headed to the elevator, barely able to contain a squeal as she rode up to Jonathan's suite. It wasn't until she got to the door that the nerves kicked in and it felt like the breath had been taken from her. Unsure of whether to just go in or not, Sammi knocked timidly first. "Use your key." Oh how that deep Irish voice turned her insides to mush. She quickly slid the card in the door lock and turned the handle. Cautiously moving forward, the door shut behind her but there was no sign of Jonathan. The room was exquisite! Clean, tasteful, modern elegance in every detail. Just as she was about to turn around and inspect the rest of the suite, Jonathan said quietly, "Don't turn around." Of course that was what she wanted to do most now, but Sammi obeyed and stayed frozen where she was standing. Jonathan must have been waiting just on the other side of the door when she came in. "You are to be naked. Now." He demanded next. Sammi quickly stripped, hands shaking a little. This was so sexy and exciting but a small part of her was still terrified of the unknown. "Address me properly slut!" "Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir." Damn it! All her training seemed to go out the window with Jonathan. If she couldn't get her manners in tact soon, she was going to be sorry. "Good. Now, hands behind your neck, spread your legs wide, and close your eyes." "Yes Sir." Sammi responded as the room went black and she got into position. When Jonathan was certain she couldn't see, he stood behind her, just inches from her skin. He could almost feel the goosebumps she got when she felt his presence. He smiled, quite pleased at this little nuance. Then, slowly, he wrapped a length of silky material three times around her head so that her eyes were entirely shielded. He walked around to her front and she could feel his breath on her face. "I noticed you took the liberty of coming without panties." Sammi nodded and he smacked her suddenly and swiftly across the face. The sting was so sharp and glorious and her ears were ringing from the blow. "Yes Sir, that's right. I'm sorry Sir." "I'm going to do you a favor you little brat. Open your mouth." Sammi obediently opened her mouth as wide as possible, not knowing what to expect. Jonathan quickly shoved a small rubber ball all the way in and fastened a strap behind her head. A ball gag. At least she wouldn't have to speak for now. "Now," Jonathan said softly, "did I tell you could come to me without underwear on?" Shit. Sammi hadn't thought of that. She shook her head. The blow across her face cracked louder this time and stung so bad she saw dots in front of her eyes for a second. "Only whores wander around without panties on. Is that what you are," he asked, almost growling, "are you a dirty whore?" Sammi nodded, whimpering through the ball gag. Jonathan laughed a little, the tone was downright devilish. "Well whore, lets see if that's true." He skillfully ran a single finger lightly between her legs. Just enough to feel that her pussy was already soaked. "Well at least you're not a liar." He remarked as he wiped his finger on her mouth, smearing her wetness across her stretched lips. All Sammi could taste was the rubber gag and this made her whimper more. Jonathan was quiet now and Sammi could feel him behind her. He pushed himself against her back, his cock straining in his pants. Her breathing was getting shallow and he spread one hand across her chest, steadying her against him. Breathing as deeply as she could through the gag, Sammi relaxed into him. It was like each part of their bodies fit together just right. She was quickly yanked from those comfortable thoughts when Jonathan sank his teeth into her shoulder. Sammi yelped loudly at first but he was unrelenting and she began to savor the burn. Without letting up, Jonathan moved his hand from her chest to her throat and began to squeeze. Just as Sammi thought she couldn't take anymore, he release his grip and his bite at the same time, moving away from her completely. The sweet sting of his teeth releasing her skin and the sudden intake of air were euphoric. With her hands still clasped behind her neck, Sammi was in such a state that she almost fell over. Jonathan steadied her and then whispered, "release your arms my dear." She obliged and the aching in her joints felt like knives stabbing her. She smiled to herself around the ball gag. Boy, she really was a glutton for punishment. Jonathan carefully scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed in the next room. He lay her face down, head turned so that she could barely breath between the bed and the ball gag. "I'm going to bind your hands and feet now." He said matter of factly. Between the darkness and the struggle for air, Sammi was getting desperate. She wanted to feel Jonathan and see him and touch him. She knew that fighting it would just make it worse though so she relaxed into her discomfort as he stood over her and bound her wrists together behind her back and secured each of her ankles to a bedpost. Now she was face down, blind, struggling to breathe, and completely immobile. His Highness Jon Ch. 04 Sweat covered Sammi, her hair matted to her neck and face. Every time she took a breath she could still feel the sting of each welt, each knife mark, and each hand print. Once Jonathan had discovered she had a high tolerance for pain, he became insatiable. He would go between toying gently with her pussy, lulling her into pleasure, and then inflicting sharp blows either with his hand or one of his many implements, yanking her into a deep realm of pain. He was the first to make her truly want to cry. Now she still lay face down as he worked two fingers in and out of her. Just then, he shove something cold and wide roughly into her asshole. Sammi wanted to cry out but all she did was bury her face in the mattress. Crying out would take too much energy. She was already desperate to cum and this assault was driving her dangerously close to the point of no return. But just as she thought Jonathan was going to let her explode, he'd slow his pace just enough to stop her from cumming. This went on a few more times until Sammi couldn't bear anymore. "Please!" She screamed as much as she could around the ball gag. Jonathan stopped all movements. "I'm sorry, did you say please? Please what? Do you think I should obey you now?" The look on his face was sexy and menacing. Each word came out weak and garbled, "Please let me cum for you Sir, I can't take it anymore. Please." Jonathan stood up and just stared at her. Sammi feared he was just going to leave her like this now. She should never have asked. He smiled just a little though before moving to kneel between her spread thighs. She was not expecting to feel his glorious cock slide into her. Her body writhed against the restraints and she sighed as he moved slowly. "I'm going to undo your restraints," he purred, "and the second I turn you over I want you to be ready to cum for me." Sammi shuddered and nodded. Jonathan rammed himself inside her once more before pulling out and slowly untying her and removing the gag and blindfold. Then, with one swift motion, he turned her over and plunged himself deep inside her while pulling out the butt plug and tossing it aside. Sammi let out a guttural moan and wrapped both her arms and legs around jonathan's body as if she were clinging to him for dear life. "Oh Jonathan!" It only took a few thrusts for her to fall off the edge and into an ecstasy she'd never even imagine existed. "Oh Samantha, Samantha..." Jonathan chanted somewhere in the background of Sammi's mind. As waves of pleasure rolled over her again and again, she was vaguely aware that he was reaching his own climax. As she came back around to reality, Jonathan was holding her tightly, cradling her head as he watched her. She was wrapped around him even more tightly now and when she looked up into his eyes she felt compelled to say so many things. Instead, the only things that came to her in that moment were tears. All the feelings she had were so intense, this had never happened before and she couldn't stop herself. "No, no, shh, no tears." Jonathan whispered in a strained voice as he started to try and wipe her face. "I'm s-sorry." She stammered. "This has never happened to me before, I'm so embarrassed." Sammi tried to turn her face away. Jonathan smiled and chuckled slightly. "I'm honestly surprised you didn't cry sooner. I've never taken things that far with anyone." He paused, lost in thought, then looked torn for a moment before saying very seriously, "And I've never ended a session by making love." Sammi's tears had stopped and her breathing was calming. She couldn't believe what he had just said. "I..." she trailed off. "I mean, I haven't either. Either part." She hesitated, "you really feel we made love?" Jonathan's expression was so serious and so full of intrigue and sincerity. "Yes Samantha, very much so." Then his brow furrowed, "Do you not feel the same?" Sammi reached up smiling and took his face between her hands, "I do, I do feel the same." At this, Jonathan relaxed and moved from on top of her. He stretched out on the bed and extended his arm so that she could curl up against him. Nothing had been as expected, it had been so much more. And in that moment, Sammi realized that she'd let Jonathan do anything he wanted to her. She loved being submissive but it really had nothing to do with that. It was the fact that she was so alarmingly content around him and how much she already trusted him. That's when she also realized they were both just visiting DC...what would happen when they had to leave??