14 comments/ 315448 views/ 47 favorites His Blackmail By: ladyhawk100 She slid the card key into the door and slowly opened it. Following his instructions, she left the lights off and put her coat and purse in the closet. She glanced around the room. He wasn't there yet. She walked to the window and stared down at all the cars coming in for a night of gambling. "I didn't think you were coming?" Sara jumped at the sound of his deep voice behind her. She didn't turn but caught his reflection in the window. "I didn't have a choice, did I?" "We all have choices." He said, moving away from the bathroom and switching on a lamp by the bed, casting the room with dim light. Sara looked down at her hand in the window. The moonlight flashed on her wedding ring. Love and Fidelity. She turned to face him. Her arms wrapped around her waist as if she was trying to warm herself. "No one made you do it Sara. Remember that." He said stepping closer to her. He stopped two feet away and watched her. She tried to hold his gaze but couldn't. Her eyes dropped to the floor. "So what do you want?" "You know what I want." Sara looked up at him. She hoped to God all the hatred she felt for him showed in her eyes. She had never thought him capable of blackmail. But then again, she never thought of herself as a thief either. He chuckled as he stepped closer. He was inches from her now. Looking down at her. She was a very attractive woman. Her brown hair had a bit of a curl and hung just past her shoulders. Her green eyes, pert nose and full lips captivated him. He had wanted her from the moment they were introduced. There was something about her that called to him. Sara had to tilt her head to look at him. She hated how vulnerable that made her feel. "I hate you Peter." She hissed softly. "Hate me all you want Sara. I prefer it." He lifted his hand and ran his fingers lightly over her smooth cheek. Sara pulled her face away and took a step back. Peter reached out his hand and grabbed her by the back of the neck, bringing her body flush against his. "I have wanted you from the moment I saw you. So cool. So sophisticated. But I saw through your charade." "What are you talking about?" "You want me. You want me to fuck that up tight pussy of yours. You want to suck my eight inch cock and swallow all my cum, don't you baby." "You're crazy." She said, trying to pull away. "Crazy?" He let her go and she moved several feet away from him. "Maybe I am crazy. And yet, here I am, with you, at my mercy." He said, his lips turning into a sneer. They stared at each other in silence. Sara couldn't believe she had ever thought him a gentleman. When he had first started working with her husband, he had been so polite and so nice. He was so handsome, with his slightly salt and pepper hair and hazel eyes. He had ready smile and a great sense of humor. He and Martin had become good friends. She couldn't even count how many times he had been to their house for dinner. She thought she knew him. "Peter, please, think about Martin." "Martin? Did you think about him when you stole the money?" Sara lowered her head in shame. "I didn't think so. Tell me Sara, why did you do it? Why did you need that money? I know Martin, he would give you anything you want." "It's none of your business Peter." She could feel Peter watching her. Her reasons for doing what she did were many and private. Contrary to what Peter thought, Martin would never have given her the money. "Are you going to tell him?" She asked, meeting his gaze. "That depends. What will happen if he finds out?" "Divorce." "Do you love him?" "Yes." There was another uncomfortable silence while she watched Peter. She had no idea what he was thinking. "Tell you what, I can hold Martin off. Give you time to earn back the money." Sara's face brightened and fell in the same second. She would never earn that kind of money. Especially in so short a time. Eventually, Martin would find out what she had done and then it would be all over. "How?" "Simple. I want you. Come to me, whenever I call, do whatever I say, and Martin will never find out." "Sleep with you?" "Fuck me Sara. Blow me. Let me do what ever I want to that delectable body of yours, for how ever long I want, and I'll put the money back when I'm through with you." Sara just stared at him. All she had to do was let him fuck her and he would replace the money? Her heart beat faster. Could she do it? She loved Martin. She had never cheated on him before. Never even thought about it. But if he found out about the money, she would lose him forever. Either way she was screwed. "I can't." "Sure you can Sara." "I've never cheated on Martin." She watched the surprise flash briefly across his face. "Never? My my, you are the perfect wife." Peter said sarcastically. Sara felt hot tears come to her eyes. "Come here Sara." Slowly she moved to stand before him. Her tear-filled eyes looked up at him. "Kiss me." Sara leaned up and pressed her closed lips against his. "You can do better than that." He said when she moved away. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Sara leaned against him and covered his mouth with hers. She felt his lips part beneath hers and his tongue slide into her mouth. His arms circled her waist and pulled up her tight against him. His tongue met and duelled with hers. It only lasted seconds but Sara's mouth felt ravished. "Not bad." He said lowering her back to the floor. "Now, take off your clothes." Sara didn't even pretend to misunderstand him. From the look on his face, she knew there was no way to get out of this. She just hoped he would fuck her fast and let her go. Her hands went to her blouse and undid the pearl buttons. She let it drop to the floor in a flutter of pale green. Next her hands went to her slacks. She slid them down her thighs, toed off her shoes and stepped out of them. She stood before him in her lacy white bra and panties. "Very nice." Peter said, his gaze traveling her body. Sara fought the urge to cover herself. "But I want you naked Sara." Sara sighed and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let it fall slowly down her arms and join her blouse and slacks on the floor. Then she bent and removed her panties. "Give them to me." Peter said, holding out his hand. Sara gave them to him. She watched him bring them to his nose and with his eyes holding hers, take a deep inhale. The gesture was so intimate and erotic, Sara felt her pussy start to leak. "Hmmmmm.....delicious." He said, tucking her panties in his pants pocket. "Peter..." He said nothing and moved to the bed. He unbuttoned his slacks and let them fall to the floor before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He motioned to the floor in from of him with a quick nod of his head. "On your knees Sara. Time to start earning back that money." Sara walked slowly to him and sank to her knees. She never enjoyed oral. Martin always asked but it was only on special occassions that she would do it. And she never swallowed. "Take my cock out Sara. I want to see those pretty pink lips stretched around my dick." Sara opened his pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles. His cock sprang free and bounced before her face. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was a little bigger than her husband but much thicker. And veiny. Milky pre-cum oozed from the large, red head. His balls were tight and nestled just below. "Peter-" "You have sucked cock before, haven't you?" "Only Martins. But I don't like too." "Baby, when I'm through with you, you will crave the taste of my cock." Sara continued to stare at the cock before her. She had only ever had her husbands cock in her mouth. And yet, kneeling here, staring at Peter's cock, she couldn't help but wonder...... She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, tasting his pre-cum on her tongue. Moving her head closer, she opened her mouth and took him into her mouth. "Oh yes." Peter hissed, his hands going to her hair and fisting in the silky strands. He pushed his cock further into her mouth. Sara closed her eyes and tried not to gag as Peter forced his cock deeper down her throat. She fought for breath as he started to fuck her mouth. His hands holding her head still as he pumped into her. With each thrust, he went deeper until her nose was buried in his dark pubic hair. "Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good on me." Peter said as he moved her head on his dick. Sara brought her hands up and placed them against his thighs for balance. Her fingers flexed in the crisp hairs on his legs. The smell and taste of him filled her mouth. "Use your tongue." He ordered, pumping faster. Sara used her tongue to massage the thick length of him. Her slurping sounds filled the room. She closed her eyes, not wanting to watch as she swallowed his cock. "Christ Sara, that feels incredible. I'm going to cum baby." Sara tried to pull her mouth off of him. Peter gripped her hair and pulled her harder against him. She tried to shake her head, anything to dislodge her head. She didn't want him to cum in her mouth. She heard him laugh seconds before he held head her tight against him and his cock jerked in her mouth, filling it up with his salty cum. "Swallow." He growled, his cock buried to the base. Sara couldn't hold back and with one deep swallow, she drank his cum. "Good girl." He said, loosening his grip and letting her fall back to sit on her legs. Sara kept her head bowed. She couldn't stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks. Her lips were bruised and her mouth was sore from sucking Peter's cock. Her throat raw from having it shoved halfway down it. She waited for him to tell her get dressed. All she wanted to do was leave. To go home and shower and go to bed. And hopefully wake up and realize this was all a nightmare. Peter lifted her face with his finger under her chin. "You're crying? You didn't enjoy that?" "No." She said softly. "You give great head Sara. You should be proud of that. I have never cum so quickly before." "Please Peter, can I go now." "Get dressed." His face was once again unreadable. Sara quickly stood and began to dress. "Peter, my panties?" She asked, holding her slacks up in front of her. "They're mine." Sara wasn't about to argue with him. She finished dressing. She noticed he had stood and pulled up and refastened his pants. She went to the closet and gathered her coat and purse. Her hand was on the door when Peter's voice stopped her. "Sara." She looked back over her shoulder at him. "Any time. Any place. Any thing." She said nothing, opened the door and left the room. His Blackmail Ch. 02 The room was cast in shadow by the single lit bedside lamp. Sara saw the large black box on the bed and slowly moved closer. She picked up the white envelope with her name on it. She opened it and read the card. She slid it back into the envelope and reached for the lid. Sara lifted the red leather bustier and matching thong from it's bed of black tissue paper. Beneath were red spike heels. "He's crazy." She mumbled, all set to put the them back. Another card caught her eye. She took it and read it. Any time. Any place. Any thing. With a heavy sigh, Sara took the offending garments and went into the bathroom. **** Peter waited twenty minutes, then made his way to the elevator. He had seen Sara come in from his position at the hotel bar. That should be more than enough time for her to carry our his instructions. He whistled as he pressed the number and the doors closed. His mind raced with the image of Sara dressed in the outfit he had picked out. He wondered if she was wearing it. He kind of hoped she wasn't. It would give him a reason to spank her, her introduction into his world. Peter had thought about Sara alot since their first meeting two months ago. He had made it a point not to run into her until he could schedule their next rendevous. He had known from the moment he was introduced to her, that there was something about her. Something that called to him. It pissed him off that an asshole like Matrin had her and didn't appreciate her. Couldn't possibly understand what she needed and how to give it to her. Finding out she had stolen that money to help her degenerate brother had been a Godsend. He knew Sara loved Martin and would never cheat on him. But what if she had no choice? As much as he hated to blackmail her, he knew it was want she needed. What she wanted. What she craved. The doors slid open and Peter tried not to run down the hall to the room. He pulled his key card from his pocket and slid it into the door. The light flashed green and Peter opened the door. The room wa as dark as he had left it. He closed the door and walked farther into the room. His eyes widened as he saw Sara. **** Sara tried hard not to cover herself. The bustier pushed her breasts together and upward, practically spilling them over the top. The red thong barely covered her pussy and disappeared between the deep crack of her ass. She stood unsteadily in the heels and hoped he didn't want her to walk too much for fear of falling flat on her face. Sara knew how ridiculous she looked dressed like that. But she refused to give Peter the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She loved Martin and would even fuck the devil himself to keep him. "Come here." Taking a deep breath, Sara carefully moved until she stood before Peter. Even with the six inch heels on, she still only came to his chin. "Undress me." Sara reached out and slid her hands under his suit jacket. She pushed it from his shoulders and gathered it to her beofre it fell to the floor. "Hang it up." Sara did as she was told with each piece of clothing she removed. When she reached for his black silk boxers, he stopped her. "Kneel." A little confused that he just didn't throw her to the bed and fuck her, Sara knelt. She watched him cirlce her. "Look down." She lowered her eyes. "Very good slut." With that, her head shot up. "Keep you eyes down!" He snapped. He continued to circle her in silence for what seemed like an hour. He made her feel self conscience. The urge to once again cover herself almost won. "From now on, you will be my slut." He said, stopping behind her. "You will do anything to please me. Refusing is not an option. You will not talk unless I tell you. You will do nothing, without my permission. Is that understood, slut?" Sara nodded. "Good." She felt his hand on her shoulders. His fingers sifting through her hair. Suddenly he pulled it, forcing her head back. "I will enjoy playing with you, slut." He said, his face hard as he looked down at her. Sara felt panic. She had never seen this side of Peter before. So serious. So dominating. Deep down, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He wanted to dominate her. Prove his power over her. Fine. She could handle that. Anything to have him replace the money. He let go of her hair and Sara looked down again. She heard him move and then he was standing before her. "Suck my cock slut." Sara took a deep breath and raised her hands. She removed is boxers and stared at his stiff, thick cock before her. A drop of white pre-cum oozed from the tiny hole. "Now slut." His voice was impatient. Sara opened her mouth and sucked in just the head of him. Her tongue swirled around, tasting the saltiness of his cum. She closed her eyes and took him deeper. Slowly, inch by thick inch, she swallowed him. She remembered how he had tasted. Warm and salty. Not at all an unpleasant taste. In fact, she had a hard time forgetting about it. She had left the hotel room the first time and was amazed at how turned on she was. Sara opened her eyes and looked up at Peter. He was watching her intently. "What a wicked mouth you have slut. I want you to make me cum." Sara looked away and concentrated on sucking Peter's cock. She used her tongue to massage the veined underside of him. He didn't make a sound as she moved her mouth on him. She used her hands to cup and caress his balls. "Get ready, slut." He announced, his hands fisting in her hair. Sara tried to pull her head away. Peter pulled her tight against his cock, her nose buried deep in his pubic hair. She gagged as Peter pushed himself deeper down her throat. Her eyes filled with tears. Her hands went to his thighs, trying to push away, but he held her tight. She heard him growl a second before his cock jerked and his hot cum rushed down her throat. He held her tight for several minutes. When his cock finally stopped pulsing, he loosened his grip and let her push away. Sara sat back on her heels and wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. "You didn't enjoy my cum, slut?" He asked her, his eyes watching her. "No." "No what?" Sara looked up at him. "No Master." She said sarcastically. "Stand and lean over the bed. Feet spread apart. Your ass out." Sara did as she was told. She silently prayed that he would finally fuck her. **** Peter sighed as he watched Sara obey him. He knew she wasn't as adversed to sucking him this time as she had been the last time. It was swallowing his cum that she didn't like. But he didn't care. He liked it, and that was all the mattered. He moved to stand behind her. She jumped when he touched her exposed ass cheeks. His hands caressed the creamy skin. He used both hands to spread her ass cheeks apart to see the strip of red leather that covered her asshole. He knew, in time, he would fuck her there. Just as he knew, she would beg him too. But not yet. Not tonight. Tonight she was about to learn all about who he really was. **** The first slap landed so unexpectantly that Sara screamed and almost fell to the bed. "Not a sound slut. Or I will have to punish you." Punish her? Isn't that what he was doing? Sara opened her mouth but closed it quickly, biting her lip as Peter delivered another slap. His large hand came down, palm up, making her flesh sting. Tears came to her eyes as she lost count of how many times he had hit her. "Your ass looks beautiful." Peter said, his hands now rubbing her bruised flesh. Sara felt his fingers on the waistband of the thong. Slowly, he slid it over her ass and down her thighs, removing them from her completely. His fingers skimmed up the backs of her calves, the insides of her thighs until they reach her pussy. "Perfect." He said, dipping his finger into her. "You are soaked Sara." Sara closed her eyes and fought back sobs. God help her, she was! Her ass was on fire and her pussy was dripping wet. It practically throbbed. "Do you want to cum, slut?" Peter asked, his finger slowly moving in and out of her aching cunt. "Yes." Sara sobbed. She didn't understand why, but her body begged for release. "Only with my permission, slut." He said, his thumb joining in to rub her clit. "Please." She whispered. "Beg me slut. Beg me to let you cum." "Please Master...please let me cum. Please." She begged. "Yes. You may cum my slut." Peter jammed two fingers into her pussy and Sara exploded. She arched her back, threw her head back and cried out. "That's it Sara!" Peter encouraged, his hand getting coated in her sweet cum. **** Peter took his time rubbing lotion into Sara's tender ass. He still couldn't believe her response to her first spanking. She was a born submissive, even if she didn't know it. Her orgasm had been incredible. He could still feel her pussy clenching on his fingres. "Better?" "A little." "On your knees." Sara got to he knees, wincing as she did so. "The lotion helps. By tomorrow, it should be gone." Sara looked back at him. He stood naked at the bottom of the bed. His cock jutting straight out. She watched him crawl up the bed, kneeling behind her. He used his knees to widen her thighs, bringing the head of his cock against her pussy. "Tell me Sara, do you want me to fuck you now?" He asked softly, rubbing his cockhead over her bare pussy lips. "Yes." She answered dropping her head onto the soft bed. "I can't hear you. Do you want me to fuck you now?" "Yes." She said louder. "Ask me." He commanded, his cock now rubbing her clit. "Will you fuck me now Master. Please." Sara said quietly pushing her ass against him.. "Yes slut." He said, holding her hips still and driving into her. Sara arched as he buried himself deep inside her. She was so wet and tight and felt so good wrapped around him. Peter pulled back slowly, watching as his cock stretched her pussy lips wide. Her juices coating him. Then he looked down at Sara, her head down, her breathing heavy. Peter smoothed his hand over her pink ass. He saw her tense. He slowed his strokes and teased one finger down between her ass cheeks. He felt her tense again when he pressed on her little pink hole. He reached around her hip and began to milk her clit. Her hips bucked against him and he felt a rush of juice coat his cock and balls. "You are so repsonsive, my slut." Peter said, moving his lubricated finger back to her ass. He continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. His finger pressed again against her asshole. He felt her tense up but he was ready and slowly pressed forward. "Relax Sara. It will only hurt if you don't relax." He felt her take a deep breath and unclench her ass. He smiled to himself. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and used the tip of his finger to rim her hole before slowly starting to penetrate her. He wouldn't fuck her there yet, but he needed to introduce her to it. To prepare her for it. **** Sara tried to breath as Peter penetrated her virgin ass. It was not an painful feeling just uncomfortable. His dick sliding slowly in and out of her pussy and his balls slapping against her swollen clit, had her teetering on the edge of climax. She resisted the urge to reach down and rub her clit until she came. "That's it, my slut. Relax." Peter's voice soothed her. Sara took a deep breath and let it out. She felt him move deeper into her ass and quicken his pace fucking her. "Peter, I'm going to cum" She said, suddenly feeling a panic consume her. "Cum for me Sara. Cum for me baby." Peter said, finger fucking her ass and pounding faster into her pussy. "OH!" She cried, feeling the tight coiling in her stomach spread throughout her body. "That's it! Cum for me slut!" Peter ordered, his cock pistoning in and out of her wet pussy. Sara cried out as the dual sensation of having both her holes fucked consumed her. She pushed back against Peter to take him deeper. She felt his finger pull from her ass as he held her hips tight and bucked against her. With a deep growl, she felt the warm flood of his cum fill her. **** Peter sat silently and watched Sara dress. She laid the leather outfit on the bed and turned her back as she put on her own clothes. He wasn't sure how to proceed with her now. He knew she was a strong woman and thought for sure she would fight him. It surprised and excited him that she didn't/ And the fact that she was dripping wet after her first spanking was still an amazement to him. She followed direction well. Peter was contemplating their next meeting when her soft voice interrupted him. "What now?" She asked looking at him. Peter stood and moved toward her. What now, indeed? He had plans for her. Plans that she would no doubt balk against but in the end, she was his to do what he wanted with . Just like tonight, she would accept everything he did to her. And she would come to enjoy it. "Go home. Play the loving wife. I will be in touch." Peter watched her eyes lower when he mentioned the words 'loving wife'. Immediately he felt regret. If she had her way, she wouldn't be here. He knew that. She was a loving wife. He wondered, not for the first time, if Martin knew what a lucky bastard he really was. Peter watched her gather her things and leave. He stayed for another fifteen minutes, his eyes on the red leather outfit laid out on the bed. His mind on the nights events. And the woman who was now his slut. His Blackmail Ch. 03 Sara stared at her cellphone and willed it to ring. It was going on three months since she had last heard from Peter. It wasn't often that she stopped by the office, but when she did, she was sure to run into him. Lately, he had been avoiding her. She knew it. A part of her was glad. She didn't know if she could face him in front of Martin. Yet another part, missed him. Missed the way he made her feel. The sensations that went through her body when he touched her or called her his slut. Sara realized too that she wanted Peter to treat her that way. He made her feel sexy when he called her his slut. She liked having the control taken away from her and liked being able to just feel. Sara shook her head at her thoughts. What the fuck was wrong with her? She was being blackmailed into cheating on her husband. Forced to suck cock and swallow cum. For days after their last meeting, her ass tingled and her asshole hurt from the finger he had stuck up there. She knew she shouldn't like what he did to her. The way he made her feel. But she couldn't help herself. Sara got up and put her cup of tea in the sink. She still had a couple of errands to do before she started dinner. She was drying her hands when her phone rang. Sara looked at it. It rang four times before she picked it up. "Hello." "Hello slut." Sara closed her eyes as her body started to tingle. "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Master." "That's good, slut. But I will have to punish you for forgetting. I want you to go to our hotel, room 2134 and follow my instructions." "Peter -" "Is another punishment in order, slut?" "No Master." "Good. Tomorrow. Eight o'clock." He hung up. Sara closed her phone and sat down. Tomorrow night Martin was having dinner with a client. His dinner meetings usually ran late and he wouldn't be home until late evening. As always, Peter planned perfectly. **** Sara opened the door and hung up her coat as usual. She looked around for an envelope with his instructions but didn't find anything. "Now what." She mumbled, putting her hands on her hips. "Undress, slut." Sara spun around at the deep voice behind her. Peter stood in the bedroom doorway wearing black slacks and a white button shirt. "Must I repeat myself?" "No Master." Sara unbuttoned her white blouse and placed it on the chair. Next were her green slacks. She stopped when she got to her bra and panties. "And the rest?" Sara sighed heavily but removed the rest. She stood before him naked. She didn't even try to cover herself. The look in his eyes as he looked at her naked body made her feel all the more sexy. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. "Come into the bedroom slut." Peter said and walked away. Sara followed Peter into the bedroom. The covers were pulled off the king size, four poster bed. She noticed that restraints were tied to the corners at the headboard. A quick look around the room revealed a dresser with an array of things on it. She shivered at what Peter had in store for her tonight. "Nervous, slut?" "Scared." She admitted. Peter moved to stand behind her. His chest pressed against her back. His hands came up and caressed her bare body, causing goosebumps. "No you're not. You're excited." He said, his mouth near her ear. "You haven't been scared of anything I have done to you. You secretly wait for me to call you. Your body getting wet," he moved his hand down her stomach and dipped it into her pussy, "at the sound of my voice." Sara closed her eyes and tried not to sigh. Damn him, he was right. Right about everything. Her entire body had been on fire since she had gotten up this morning, knowing that they would be together. She was about to go up in flames. "Tell me slut, do you want to cum?" He asked, his voice tickling her ear. "Yes Master." She whispered arching her hips against his hand. She heard him chuckle. "Not yet my slut. First, you must earn it." **** He spun her around to face him. He stared down into her eyes. He realized then that they had never kissed. Those beautiful full lips of hers had been wrapped around his cock, but they were never pressed against his lips. His tongue had never invaded her mouth and stroked along hers. He ran his hand up her stomach, over one breast, and up her neck. He cupped her cheek in his palm, his thumb rubbing across her bottom lip. "You have such an inviting mouth." He said, leaning his head closer to hers. "Kiss me Sara." His breath fanned against her lips. He felt her lips on his. Hesitantly at first and then firmer. Her tongue came out and licked at his lower lip. He parted his lips and sucked her tongue inside. Her caught her gasp and fought the urge to wrap his arms around her and pull her body against his. Instead, he lifted his head. "Do you know what I want right now, slut?" He watched the expression on her face change and then his nostrils flared as she knelt before him. Her hands went to his belt and quickly removed his pants and boxers. He didn't say a word as she leaned forward and sucked just the head of him into her mouth. Peter held back his groan of pleasure at the wetness of her mouth on him. She was such a great cocksucker. He looked down and watched her pink lips stretch to take his thick cock. Her hands came up and one circled the base while the other squeezed and massaged his balls. "Suck my cock good, slut." Peter hissed, his hips flexing, pushing his cock deeper down her throat. Sara didn't gag this time but kept on sucking. Her lips were tight around him, her tongue stroking the underside of him. She let him slide from her lips and then blew lightly on the sensitive head. Her tongue came out and flicked the tiny hole, licking up any pre-cum that oozed. She rubbed his cockhead across her lips before swallowing him again. Peter held her head and slowly fucked her mouth. He pushed a little deeper each time. Her mouth was magic and soon he was ready to cum. He thought about warning her but decided against it. Grabbing fists fulls of her hair, he pumped faster against her mouth. He felt her hands on his thighs and then slide around to his ass. She was actually pulling him closer to her. Peter arched his back and shot his load of cum deep down her throat. It surprised him that she wasn't trying to pull away this time. He looked down and watched as she swallowed his cum. **** Sara licked her lips and then sat back on her legs. She kept her head lowered and waited for Peter's next instructions. When none came after minutes of waiting, she thought she had displeased him. She felt his hand under her chin, lifting her eyes to him. "How did my cum taste, slut?" "Delicious Master." She said softly. Sara thought she saw a slight smile on his lips. He removed his hand and stepped away from her. She remained where she was, kneeling on the floor, waiting for him. "Get up and get on the bed. On your stomach. Your hands above your head." Sara slowly rose and climbed up on the bed. She assumed the position and waited. Her mind was racing with what he would do next. Would he spank her again? Fuck her? Play with her ass? She didn't know and the not knowing made her even wetter. **** Peter studied Sara while he finished removing his clothes. Everything was progressing nicely and he decided to further her initiation into his world. But first he needed to punish her for her earlier disobedience. He walked to the head of the bed and lifted one restraint. He took her hand and slipped the padded cuff around her wrist. There was enough slack in them so that her elbows were bent. She didn't say a word but still she watched him. He went around the bed and did the same to her other wrist. "Do you know why I have restrained you, slut?" "No Master." "Because it pleases me. It pleases me to see you bound and helpless." He walked away and moved to the bureau lined with toys. He studied each item before choosing one. He lifted the whip and ran it's thongs through his fingers. They were butter soft. He smiled, knowing Sara would enjoy her punishment. He moved to stand by the bed and lightly trailed the tails over her bare back. He saw her stiffen. "Do you know what that is, slut?" "No Master." "It is called a pussy whip. I am going to beat you with it for your forgetfulness." He saw her shudder. "Your safe word it is yellow. You can use it anytime and I will stop and release you. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." "You are not to make a sound. And you are not to cum. If you get close, say edge and I will stop. If you cum without my permission, the punishment will be much more severe. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." Peter stood beside her and dragged the tails down her back and over her ass. He noticed how she squirmed on the bed. Was it from fear? Or was it from anticipation? Knowing Sara, he was guessing anticipation. "Are you ready slut?" "Yes Master." **** Sara tensed and waited for the first lash. When it came, it landed on her ass and was hardly anything. Her body relaxed. She could handle them. The next one was a bit harder, but not hurtful. "Get ready slut." The lashes now fell harder and closer together, barely giving her time to anticipate the next one. Her ass was starting to hurt and surprisingly, her pussy was starting to get wet. Peter didn't let up and soon she found herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. "Edge!" She cried out. The lash fell away and Sara felt Peter's hand caress her hot ass. "You're ass looks lovely slut. Do you know what I am going to do to it now?" Sara could only shake her head. She was trying to catch her breath and relax her body. She didn't understand how a whipping could make her body so hot and ready to come. "Get on your knees." It was awkward with her hands tied, but Sara managed. She saw Peter go to the dresser and picked up a tube of lubricant and a small butt plug. He moved to the bed and knelt behind Sara. He placed both items on the bed, in her line of vision. He saw her body tense. "Relax Sara. You know I won't hurt you." He said, his large hands rubbing her bare ass, caressing it. Peter felt her start to relax beneath his hands. He reached between her thighs and felt her soaked slit. He smiled. He knew it. He found her swollen clit and began to rub it. He felt her relax more. His hand was getting covered in her juices now. His thumb and index finger milked her clit. "Do you want to cum, slut?" "Yes Master." "Not without my permission." "Yes, Master." Peter smiled wickedly and kept pulling and pinching her clit. Her breathing became labored and she dropped her head between her shoulders. He knew she was getting close. "Edge!" She cried out and Peter immediately removed his hand. "That's good slut. I wouldn't want you to come without my permission." Peter spread her ass cheeks wide and used one wet finger to slide against her asshole. With one hand on her back, he pushed her down, leaving her ass up and open in the air. He took his time rimming her pink hole with his finger. He picked up the tube of lubricant and flipped open the cap. He squeezed a generous amount over her hole. He continued with his finger, alternating between rimming her and pressing against it. Peter was insistent and soon his fingertip was swallowed. He left just the tip in, giving Sara's body time to adjust. When he felt the muscles relax, he pushed in further until his entire middle finger disappeared. "How does that feel?" "Not that bad." Peter smiled at the surprise in her voice. She was so aroused now. He withdrew his finger and picked up the plug and generously coated it with lube. He ran the end over her hole. He felt her shudder. "Relax Sara." Peter said as he started to press the tip into her pink hole. Slowly Peter inserted the small plug. He massaged her back as he did so. He felt the tight rings give way and the plug disappeared into her ass. She had no idea how erotic she looked. Holding the plug in place with one hand, Peter slipped his other one down and began to play with her clit. "How does that feel, Slut?" "O....k" She answered, her breathing coming in gasps. It was more than okay. She felt full. Stretched. And she liked it. Peter used his thumb and index finger to milk her swollen clit. She was soaked. "Do you want to cum?" "Yes Master." She breathed. "Beg me." "Please Master, I need to cum. Fuck me and make me cum Master....please" Peter positioned himself behind her and after removing his hand, drove his hard cock deep into her pussy. Sara cried out. Peter held back his groan. Holding her ass steady, he plunged into her tight pussy. Sara cried out each time he entered her. "Not a word slut." He growled, his dick being squeezed each time he thrust into her. **** Sara bit her lip and tried to keep quiet. Peter rammed into her pussy repeatedly. And she fucking loved it. The plug in her ass made her even tighter. She loved the feeling of being filled. Her entire body throbbed and begged for release. But she knew she couldn't cum. Not until Peter had given her permission. SMACK! His hand landed heavily on her right ass cheek. She bit down until she tasted blood but didn't make a sound. SMACK! Her other cheek. She couldn't take it anymore. "Edge!" She cried. "Cum for me Slut. Cum!" Peter commanded, his cock pistoning in and out of her. Sara threw her head back and cried out as the force of her orgasm rushed through her body. She felt Peter grab a fistful of hair as he leaned over her. His hands grabbed her breasts and pulled hard on her nipples. Her body continued to spasm. Her head back against his shoulder, his chest heavy on her back, his teeth nipped at her shoulder. "You are such a good slut." He growled, his hands going to her hips and holding her steady as he pumped furiously into her and with a shout, unloaded in her pussy. Breathing hard, they stayed that way. His hand still rolled her now sensitive nipples between his fingers then slowly sliding down her slick stomach to slide between her soaked pussy lips. He slid out of her and climbed off the bed. Sara fell forward, her breathing still rapid and her body tingling. He removed her restraints. "You will wear that plug everyday alternating every hour. I want your ass ready for my cock." Sara looked over her shoulder at Peter. He took his time getting dressed. "Use plenty of lube or you will hurt yourself." He walked to the side of the bed and rubbed her ass. His fingers twisting the plug inside her. "Do you understand, slut?" Sara closed her eyes at the sensations coursing through her. "Yes Master." "Good." He slowly removed the plug, fascinated at her stretched asshole. "Wash this off and get dressed. I'll meet you in the other room. You have five minutes." Peter turned and walked out. Sara jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. **** Sara poured herself a glass of wine and stared out the bedroom window. She had come home an hour ago. After taking a hot shower, at Peter's command, she now stood naked, staring out into the darkness. She tried to come to terms with the way her body responded to Peter. The way she responded. She was coming to enjoy all the things he did to her. The way he made her feel. Every thing was so intense. The pain and the pleasure. Her mind rebelled at the thought of being submissive, of doing anything to please him. And yet, her body was wet and throbbing whenever she thought of being with him again. She finished her wine and climbed into bed. It would be hours before Martin would be home. And she knew he would wake her and make love to her. And they would both enjoy it. The sex between them was never a problem. He cherished and loved her. It was what she always loved about him. And yet, she craved Peter's dominance over her. With a heavy sigh, Sara closed her eyes and drifted into a contented sleep. His Blackmail Ch. 04 Sara toyed with the stem of her wine glass. She had met Peter an hour ago in the lobby of the hotel. They were now seated side by side in the hotel's ritzy restaurant. "Do you like the wine?" He asked, lifting his glass and taking a deep sip. "Yes. Thank you." The waiter approached then and Peter ordered for the both of them. Once the waiter left, Peter turned back to Sara. "I want you to go into the ladies room and remove your panties. Come back and hand them to me. You have five minutes." Sara almost choked on the sip of wine she had just taken. "Peter..." "Are you disobeying me, slut?" He asked in a low voice. "No Master." She answered softly. She placed her napkin on the table and excused herself. **** Peter watched her go with a small smile. She had no idea what he had in store for her tonight. But he knew she would enjoy it. Sara was becoming such a slut. He had been right about her. She was a born submissive. She just needed the right person to bring it out in her. He could almost picture her in the ladies room now, debating on whether she would follow his order. But in the end, he knew she would. She had come a long way since the first night they were together. He knew she trusted him. He knew she wanted this. Needed it. And he knew she would follow his instructions. Not three minutes had passed and Peter saw Sara walking back toward the table. Her right hand was fisted. She sat down but kept her hand in her lap. "Did you do as I instructed, slut?" "Yes Master." Sara brought her hand to the table and slid her panties across to him. Peter took them and put them in his jacket pocket. "Good slut. Are you ready for tonight?" He asked, taking another sip of wine. "Yes Master." "Aren't you a little excited about what I have planned?" "I'm more nervous than excited." "Don't be. Have you not enjoyed what we have done so far?" "Yes." She answer softly. Sara wanted to lie, he could see it in her eyes. She wanted to deny that she found any pleasure in the things they had done. But he knew her too well. In every act of submission, every spanking, every fucking, she had been wet and aroused and enjoyed an intense orgasm. "Peter!" Peter turned at the sound of his voice. A tall, stocky man walked toward him. "Michael, so glad you could make it." Peter said standing and shaking the other man's hand. "You did make it sound important." His gaze fell on Sara. "And now I see why." Peter laughed as they both sat down. "Michael, this is Sara. Sara, meet Michael, a friend of mine." Michael held out his hand to Sara. Hesitantly, Sara placed her small hand in his large one. He was almost as tall as Peter but where Peter's hair was all ready graying, Michael had thick, dark hair. He wasn't as thin as Peter either and had a ready smile and deep brown eyes. "Nice to meet you, Sara." Sara nodded and smiled back. The waiter appeared with their dinners. He placed one in front of Peter and was about to place the other in front of Sara when Peter intercepted and placed it down before Michael. "I see you remembered." He said picking up his fork and taking a bite. "Hmmm, delicious." Peter watched Sara's reaction. She kept her head bowed and said nothing. He knew she was curious. He hadn't told her about Michael showing up. This was her surprise. "Are you hungry, Sara?" "A little." Peter lifted a fork full of food to her lips. Her eyes flew to his and it was a couple of seconds before she opened her pink lips and accepted his offer. "How is it?" He asked, his eyes never leaving her mouth. "Delicious." She echoed Michael's statement. Throughout the rest of dinner, Peter and Michael continued to eat and talk and occassionally feed her. But they mostly ignored her like she wasn't even there. Sara didn't mind that at all. She kept her head bowed and listened to the two men talk and laugh. Every once in a while one of them would place his fork in front of her lips and feed her. She felt foolish as she was treated like a baby. She had finished her wine and waited for Peter to refill her glass. Instead, he and Michael had finished the bottle of wine and started another. It was obvious she wasn't allowed anymore. "Well, how about we head up now." Peter said, placing his napkin on the table. Sara lifted her head. We? As in the three of them? She felt her stomach to a flip. It was a good thing she hadn't eaten all that much because she was sure she was going to be sick. Both men stood and Peter came around to help Sara to her feet. With his arm at her waist, he led her through the now crowded restaurant, through the lobby and to the elevator doors. They were all silent as the doors opened and they stepped inside. Sara closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She could do this, she told herself. She would do it, pay back the money and then never have to see Peter again. "Relax Sara. It's not THAT bad." Sara looked up at Michael. His dark eyes smiled down at her. She must be completely losing her mind, but she trusted him. Just as she trusted Peter. Now she knew she was losing it. How could she trust the man who was blackmailing her. The bell chimed and the doors opened. It seemed like the hallway went on forever as they walked to the door. Peter produced a card key and opened the door. He held it wide as they all entered and closed it firmly, bolting it. Sara stood there taking in the room. It was one of the biggest ones they had been in. She watched Peter and Michael walk into the sitting room and remove their dinner jackets. Peter went to the bar and poured himself and Michael a drink. He then moved and sat on the couch. Sara didn't wait for his command but went to him and sank to her knees before him. She took a deep breath, telling herself over and over that she could do this. That he wanted this. And surprising herself by wanting to do it. She reached out and undid his belt and zipper. She opened his slacks enough to take his cock and balls out. Sara took a deep breath. She could feel Michael's eyes on her as she leaned forward and licked the head of Peter's cock. She knew she should feel embarrassed, but, as always, sucking his cock made her wet. And having someone else there watching her, made her even wetter. Peter was quiet as he watched Sara deep throat his dick. She did it without command. And she did it with Michael watching. If he had any doubts that she wasn't ready for what he had planned, they vanished as he experienced a very arousing blowjob. He looked over at Michael and watched as he sipped his drink and kept his gaze on Sara. Her head was moving up and down, taking his cock balls deep. Peter lifted the hair away from her face so Michael could see how his cock disappeared in her hot mouth. She had a very wicked mouth and it wasn't long before his hips started to buck against her face. He fisted his hands in her hair and held her down on his cock as he growled and unloaded his balls in her tight mouth. He waited for her to swallow before releasing his hold on her head. Sara slowly let his cock slide from her mouth then sat back on her heels in front of Peter. She kept her head bowed. "Quite a good cocksucker you have there." Michael commented, his eyes on Sara as she knelt there, awaiting her next command. "Try her." Sara fought the urge to lift her head and look at Peter. She knew she should object, but instead, she said nothing. She crawled between Michael's legs and went to work freeing his cock. Peter watched in growing satisfaction as Sara took Michael's hard cock into her mouth and began to suck him. Sara couldn't believe she was sucking a stranger's cock. Knowing that this would please Peter, pleased her. She still wasn't sure why she felt this way. She just knew that with every praise Peter gave her, the more she wanted to please him. And the more she pleased him, the wetter and more aroused she became. Michael wasn't as long as Peter but he was thicker. Her lips ached as she stretched them wide to take him all the way in. She let him slide from her mouth and licked him from base to tip, flicking her tongue around the red tip of his cock. She took his balls into her mouth and sucked them. She heard him hiss. She felt his hands in her hair, guiding her back to take his cock in her mouth once again. Her body was on fire. She knew Peter watched but refused to look at him. She concentrated on sucking Michael's cock and making him cum. "Fuck, here it cums." Michael's gruff voice interrupted her thoughts. Sara tightened her lips around him and used her tongue to rub the underside of this thick dick. Michael began to buck his hips against her face. His hands suddenly fisted in her hair and he held her tight against him as he flooded her mouth and throat with his cum. "You weren't joking!" He said moments later. "Go into the bathroom. You will find a few things I have laid out for you. Bring all of them into the adjoining bedroom. You have five minutes." Sara quickly rose at Peter's command and disappeared through the open door. **** "Her training?" Michael asked Peter as he stood up and began to remove his shirt. "Almost complete. We thought it would take longer. She surprised us. She's a natural submissive." Peter replied, also standing and removing his shirt as well. "It's too bad, you know. I would like to keep her." Peter laughed at that. Michael had two subs that he played with regularly. And he knew his friend was not about to give Sara up. "If she was available, I would keep her myself. It's been a long time since I had a sub so responsive." Michael didn't miss the longing in his friends voice. It had been too long. And too long since he or anyone, had seen Peter play. It really was a shame Sara was taken. ***** Sara took a deep breath. And then another. She could do this. Hell, she just sucked off to men. Walking out there naked shouldn't be an issue. Taking one last fortifying breath, she opened the door and walked out into the bedroom. Peter and Michael were both waiting for her and they were naked. She placed the nipple clamps, butt plug, tube of lubrication, flogger and riding crop on the dresser then knelt before Peter. "Very good, slut. Now, get on the bed, on your hands and knees." Sara scrambled to her feet and climbed on the bed. She faced the headboard and waited for his next command. She felt warm hands caress her ass and stifled the urge to moan. She had been wet since the moment she took Peter's cock into her mouth. She needed to cum. Smack! She wasn't ready for that and gave a startled yelp. "Not a sound slut. One more and you will be punished." "Yes, Master." Sara bit her bottom lip to stifle the cries as Michael used his big hands to spank her unmercilessly. She turned her head to the side and saw Peter standing there, watching as Michael spanked her. "Do you want me to stop, slut?" Michael's voice registered through the pain. "Only if it pleases you to Master" She said, her voice catching. "It pleases me to give you four more. I want you to count them and then thank me for them. Is that understood?" "Yes Master." Smack! "One. Thank you Master." Smack! "Two. Thank you Master." Smack! "Three. Thank you Master." Smack! "Four. Thank you Master." She was close to tears and close to cumming. She couldn't believe her bodies reaction to the spanking she just received. Her ass was on fire and yet her pussy was soaked with desire. "So, you need to cum, slut?" Michael asked, his hands dipping between her legs and finding her soaked slit. "Please, Master, may I cum?" "Not yet." She sees Peter move about the bed and watches as he picks up the butt plug and lube from the dresser. Four hands caress her stinging ass. She feels two pull her ass cheeks apart and then the coolness of the lube as it is squeezed against her tight hole. One long finger presses against her and smears the cool gel, gently pressing it inside her asshole. "Relax, slut." Sara tried to take a deep breath but it came out like a shudder. She felt the rounded end of the plug press against her ass and tried to relax her muscles. This plug was bigger than the one Peter had used in the past and it stretched her almost painfully. She was about to cry out when it tapered and slid right in. "Alright?" Peter asked, his face inches from hers. Sara nodded. Once it was in, it wasn't so bad. She didn't even want to think about it being removed. "Good. You will enjoy this, slut. And remember, do not cum without permission." Peter backed away and stood to the side and then nodded to Michael. Sara felt the softest leather caress her back, ass and thighs. It tickled but she supressed the urge to giggle, knowing Peter and Michael would disapprove. The first lash was next to nothing and felt more like a caress on her ass cheeks. The next several were the same. Then they started to intensify until she was lurching forward with each lash. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep quiet. "Edge!" She cried, her entire body shaking with the need to cum and the control to surpress it. She heard the flogger hitting the floor and suddenly Michael's fingers were rubbing her clit and fucking her pussy. "Come for me, slut! Come now!" Sara cried out and bucked her hips as her orgasm rocked through her. Her pussy clenched his fingers and she could feel her juices flowing from her pussy and soaking his hand and her thighs. "What a good slut you are." Michael said, pulling his fingers away and holding them to her lips. Sara opened her mouth and licked his fingers clean. "On your feet." Peter ordered. Sara got quickly to her feet. Her legs were a little shakey and she was grateful when Peter put his hand under her elbow. He led her to the wall. He took his time placing her the way he wanted her. Both her hands were flat against the cool wall. Her feet were spread wide and her ass was sticking out. "Bring me the crop." Sara shuddered. " Relax, slut. You will enjoy this, too." Sara seriously doubted that. She jumped as she felt the soft leather on her bare back. It caressed her spine, her ribs and back up to her shoulders. It tickled her skin. "I want you to count each stroke, slut. And when I am done, you are to thank me, get on your knees and suck my cock. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." "Good. Now get ready." Sara locked her arms and waited for the first blow. She promised herself she wouldn't cry out or use her 'safe' word. She needed to prove to him that she could do this. The first blow brought a hiss from her lips. It didn't hurt that much. If he kept them like that, she was sure she could get through them. "Slut?" Shit, she forgot. "One Master." He gave her a total of ten, five on each ass cheek. They were never in the same spot. Her ass was now stinging but her pussy was drenched. "Have you forgotten the rest of my instructions, slut?" Peter voice sounded impatient behind her. Sara turned and dropped to her knees before him. She kissed the sweat covered crop in his hand. "Thank you, Master." Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and took him deep into her throat. With her tongue she massaged the underside of his veiny cock. Her hand came up and cupped his balls. "No hands. Use only your mouth." Sara dropped her hands. She let him slide from her mouth and licked his balls before taking them into her mouth and sucking gently. She swirled her tongue around them, wringing a moan from him. She lifted her head and took the head of his cock back into her mouth. She felt his hands fist in her hair and move her on him. He fucked her mouth faster now, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. "Enough!" He said and pushed her head away. Sara barely caught her balance when she was lifted from behind. How had she forgotten about Michael? She was led to the bed and positioned across it on her hands and knees. Michael moved to stand in front of her. She watched his thick cock bob before her face. "Suck my cock, slut." He ordered. Sara opened her mouth and took just the head of him into her mouth. She teased the red tip of him, using her tongue to dip and flick his tiny whole. "I said, suck it!" His hands fisted in her hair and pulled her hard against him. She held back her gagging. He was practically down her throat, now. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She tried to relax her throat. A smack on her ass had her yelping around Michael's thick meat. She felt Michael loosen his grip in her hair and she started to move her mouth up and down his cock. Sara felt Peter's hands on her ass, rubbing, massaging, spreading them apart. She shuddered as he slowly slid the plug from her ass. "Nice." Sara felt the cool gel being spread across her ass hole. She tried to relax. She concentrated on sucking Michael's cock. She felt Peter's fingers press against her stretched opening. One finger slid easily in. He slid it in and out. Another finger soon followed and he was scissoring his fingers, stretching her asshole even wider. She grunted and groaned around Michael's cock. "Not a sound, slut." Peter said, pulling his fingers out. Sara felt more cool gel on her ass and then the blunt tip of Peter's cock pressed against her. She pushed out as he pressed in and soon his cock was balls deep in her ass. "Do not cum without permission, slut." Peter reminded her. Sara couldn't stop the growing wetness or throbbing between her thighs as she was being fucked in her mouth and ass. The moans of the two men only fed her growing need to come. "Edge!" She cried out, letting Michael's cock momentarily fall from her lips. "Do you want to come, slut?" "Yes, Master. Please..." She begged, her entire body strung tight. "Not yet. Not until I tell you to." Peter pulled his cock from her ass and helped her to stand. She felt weak in the knees and had to hold his arm until she caught her balance. "Alright?" He asked, his hand stroking her neck, chest and breasts. "Yes, Master." She breathes, her body a mass of tingling nerves. Peter pulled her close and kissed her. His lips parted hers and his tongue swept in to meet hers. His hands snaked around her waist and lifted her up agianst his chest. "Wrap your legs around my waist." Sara did as he ordered and felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She felt Michael's hands on her ass, lifting her higher until Peter's cock slid into her soaked pussy. Sara bit her lip to hold back her sigh of bliss. She wouldn't disappoint him again. Peter held her tight and continued to kiss her as his hips rocked against him, sending his cock deeper into her pussy. She was vaguely aware of the heat of Michael's chest as he slipped his arms around her from behind and pulled and pinched her tender nipples. Sara felt his hands shift and slide down her body and around to her ass. His big hands spread her ass cheeks and then she felt his cock pressing against her stretched hole. Slowly, he started to enter her. Sara felt her asshole stretching even more to take his thick dick in. Peter had stopped fucking her as Michael seated himself deep within her. "Are you ready, slut?" Peter asked, his eyes staring down into hers. "Yes, Master." And she was. With her pussy and ass filled to bursting, her clit throbbing and her nipples tingling, she was ready to experience all that Peter was willing to show her. With a nod over her shoulder, Peter and Michael began to move inside her. Sara held tightly to Peter, her face buried in his neck, her ragged breathing fanning his heated skin. Her body started to tighten. Her stomach clenched. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back. "EDGE!!!!" She cried, throwing her head back against Michael's shoulder. His Blackmail Ch. 04 "No, Sara. No edge. Come for me! Come NOW!!!" Peter demanded. He and Michael driving faster and deeper into her. She heard Michael shout seconds before his hot cum filled her ass. That was all she needed and cried out as her body tightened with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched on Peter's cock, wringing a cry from him. Moments later, his head thrown back, he was holding her hips still against him as he pumped his cum into her milking pussy. Sara clung to Peter. Her body shuddering and shivering as her most intense orgasm still coursed through her. With his arms tight around her, Peter carried her to the bed and laid her gently down in the center. He went into the bathroom and came back with two towels. Together, he and Michael washed Sara. "Rest, Sara." Peter said, pulling the sheet up over her. **** Peter and Michael left the room and dressed. Michael watched his friend dress in silence, then go and pour a drink. "Are you okay?" He asked, taking the offered drink. "Fine." "She is something else, isn't she?" "Yes, she is." Michael watched as Peter checked on Sara. He had never seen his friend like this. "So what happens now?" "She meets her new Master." His Blackmail Ch. 05 Peter secured Sara to the bed. The restraints were not too tight, allowing her arms and knees to bend. "Comfortable?" He asked, looking down at her naked, helpless body. "Yes Master." Peter trailed his fingers up and down her arm, watching her body shiver in anticipation. "What would you like me to do to you, slut?" "Whatever pleases you Master." Peter swore under his breath. What pleased him at the moment was to keep her. Permanently. But he knew that wasn't possible. It hadn't been part of the deal he had made. He was asked to train her. And he did. Now it was time to hand her over to her new and permanent, Master. But first he needed to have her mouth around him one more time. He unzipped his slacks and pulled his hard cock out. He knelt on the bed over her. He lifted her head and placed a pillow beneath it, raising her up to meet him. "Suck my cock." He said, guiding it to her mouth. Sara opened her mouth and took Peter deep inside. She pulled at her bonds as she lifted her head to get closer to him, to take all of him. He shifted and then he was on his hands and knees above her, his cock hanging above her waiting mouth. Sara took her time sucking his cock. She rubbed it with her tongue, nibbled the big head with her teeth. His heavy breathing told her he was getting close. She took him deep and tightened her lips around him, sucking hard on his thick cock. "Swallow my cum Sara." Peter growled seconds before throwing his head back and shouting as he spewed cum down her waiting throat. Sara continued to suck as Peter's cock convulsed in her mouth. She vaguely remembered how much she hated doing this when they had first started this. Peter pulled his cock away and climbed off the bed. He kept his eyes on Sara as he tucked his now flacid cock back into his slacks and zipped them up. He pulled a black scarf from his pocket and knelt beside the bed. He trailed the scarf over her bare pussy, up her stomach, between her breasts and to her cheek. He removed the pillow and tied the scarf securely around her head. "This is out last meeting, my little slut." Peter whispered at her ear. "Master?" "It's time for you to meet your new Master." "But I don't want a new Master, Peter. I want you." And she meant it. Sara surprised herself at how true those words were. Peter let his name pass. She was scared, he could see it in her tense body. "You were only mine to train Sara." "The money?" "It's all taken care of. And you will be too. I promise." Sara felt him lean closer and place a soft kiss against her parted lips. And then he was gone. **** The room remained quiet for several minutes. Sara hated the feeling of helplessness that consumed her. She wanted to call out to Peter. But she knew better now. A few months ago, she had no idea what was expected of a submissive. She had no idea what it meant to give up control and receive the ultimate in pleasure. Now she did. And though she was nervous, she was also excited. The bed dipped by her head and she realized that she had not been alone as she had feared. She turned her head and something warm and smooth traced over her lips. Opening her mouth, Sara took the thick cock in deep. A small hiss followed as Sara started to suck and lick it. It wasn't long before her body started to tingle. Her pussy was soaked and her nipples and clit throbbed. She felt the cock in her mouth thicken and lengthen. She sucked greedily, waiting for him to cum. She wanted to prove that she was a good sub. With a growl, he grabbed her face and held her still as he fucked her mouth and after three deep thrusts, spewed his cum down her throat. Sara felt his hold loosen and her head fell back onto the bed. Her body was on fire and she needed to cum. More than that, she needed to hear his voice. But she knew better than to speak. She listened as he moved around the room. Her fear returned. She knew nothing about her new Master. What kind of man was he? Would he beat her? She felt the bottom of the bed dip and her body tensed. His large hands trailed up the insides of her calves to her thighs. His hot breath on her heated flesh had her breath catching. Sara's hips shot of the bed at the first touch of his tongue against her aching clit. His hand on her stomach pushed her back down and held her still while he licked and sucked the sensitive bit of flesh. Sara bit her lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. His tongue felt so good on her as he licked her bare outer lips, tugging on her swollen clit with his teeth. She felt his fingers spread her wide and then his tongue dipped inside her dripping hole. "Edge!" Immediately he was gone. She felt the bonds on her arms and legs loosen and then she was turned over. His hands were on her body, arranging her on her hands and knees. Sara wished he would say something. Not being able to hear his voice, his commands, started to worry her. His fingers pulled and stretched her nipples and she gasped as she felt the cold, sharp sting of nipple clamps. She took a couple of deep breaths and let her body get used to the feeling. He moved away and she heard him around the room. She couldn't take the silence any longer and was about to speak when she felt his hands on her ass. He had large hands, she noticed. They massaged and spread her ass cheeks. One hand dipped down and delved into her soaked slit. "You are soaked, my slut." His voice was deep and hoarse. Startled by his voice, Sara raised her head and looked over her shoulder. SMACK! "Head down!" Sara realized her mistake and quickly assumed her former position. "You need to be punished." Sara started to get nervous. What exactly did he mean by punished? Peter she knew and trusted. She didn't know this man. She didn't like this man. "You are familiar with the crop." It wasn't a question and Sara knew he wasn't looking for an answer. "You will count them and thank me for them. I want to make this ass of yours nice and red." Sara knew what to expect. Peter had used the crop of her at their last meeting. She could do this, she told herself. She heard the sound of it swishing through the air a moment before it connected with her bare ass. SMACK! Sara screamed with the first stinging blow. "Another sound and it will be the cane." Sara closed her eyes beneath the blindfold and waited for the pain to lessen. "Are you forgetting something?" "One. Thank you Master." SMACK! "Two. Thank you Master." Sara couldn't help the tears that clogged her throat as her new Master beat her with the crop. She counted to ten, thanking him for each one. She heard the crop hit the floor and then his hand was between her thighs, stroking her soaked pussy. And she was soaked. Sara couldn't believe her body was so turned on by a beating. Her ass was stinging and yet she was on the verge of cumming. His fingers slid easily inside her. With his thumb he rubbed her clit while he finger fucked her. "Edge!" Sara cried, her body a mass of nerves. "Come for me." He ordered, his thumb working frantically over her swollen clit. Sara threw her head back and cried out as her body tightened and shook with the force of her orgasm. His fingers continued to rub and pull at her clit as her body convulsed. "That's a good slut." He whispered, his hands moving to rub her sore ass. His hands were like magic and soon the pain turned to a dull ache. Sara held back her sigh of pleasure. Her head hung between her shoulders as he continued to massage her ass. "Do you like that slut?" He asked, teasing her opening. "Yes Master." "You took that quite well." Sara didn't say anything. She was quiet and waited for what he would do next to her. She tense a bit when his hand slipped between the crack of her ass and began to rub her asshole. "Relax." Sara took a deep breath and tried to relax. She wasn't a virgin back there anymore. She knew what to expect. She didn't even flinch when she felt the cool gel squirt onto her ass. His fingers smeared the gel around her asshole, one thick finger pressed in, lubricating her tight hole. She felt the bed shift and he spread her legs wider. His large hands pulled apart her ass cheeks and she felt the rounded head of his cock against her. She took a deep breath as she felt him start to slowly enter her. It took him a while to slowly work his thick cock inside her. She was sweating and panting by the time she felt his balls on her ass. She had never felt his full, not even with Peter and Michael. He set up a nice rhythm. Slowly pulling almost all the way out before sliding back into her. She felt his hands on her back, rubbing her as he slowly fucked her ass. Her body started to throb with each thrust. Sara was so close. She was sweating. Every muscle coiled tight with the strength to control her reactions. Her arms started to shake as he increased his tempo. Her tits bounced and jiggled, the clamps pulling on her overly sensitive nipples. "Master...please" "Please what, slut?" "Please...I need to cum." "Not yet. You're not ready yet." She felt his hand slide around her stomach and down to her pussy. Suddenly her body jerked as he milked her clit. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as hot sensations shot through her body. "Edge!" She cried after only a few minutes. Again she felt him reach around, this time the clamps were removed. The sudden rush of blood to her nipples had her crying out. "Now slut, come NOW!" Sara's body started to convulse. She arched her back and through back her head as her body shook and shuddered with it's release. "That's it Sara!" Sara was lost as sensation after sensations washed through her body. She was panting, her arms barely able to support her when she felt his fingers delve into her pussy. "Come on baby." He encouraged. Hard hands grabbed her ass as he fucked her wildly. Sara felt drained and exhausted, her body tired and used. She wasn't sure she had anything left. Then she felt his cock harden even more and thicken. "Oh God!" She cried out as a third and final orgasm coursed through her. Her head fell to the bed and she cried out into the pillow. Behind her she heard his muffled roar as he emptied his hot load into her spasming ass. Totally drained, she fell to the bed, her body weak and shaking. Sara didn't have the strength to move. She felt him shift and come to lay beside her. She said nothing as he took her into his arms and held her against his chest. **** "Master?" He removed her blindfold. Sara took a few minutes to adjust her eyes to the light. She looked over her shoulder at the man who was now her new Master. "I...don't understand." She whispered, her eyes wide. "I couldn't train you Sara. When I realized you took the money, it was like an answered prayer." "This was all planned?" Shock filled her voice as she sat up and hugged her knees to her chest. "Not exactly." Martin sat up too but didn't touch her. "And just so you know, you can always come to me Sara. I would have given you the money. You should have known that." "I was afraid. I know how you feel about my brother." "I can't stand the son-of-a-bitch. But he is your brother. You should have told me." "I know. I'm sorry Martin." She said lowering her eyes. Martin reached out and touched her shoulder. She flinched and moved a little more away from him. He sighed. He knew explaining this wasn't going to be easy. So he just started talking and hoped it would make sense. "From t he moment we met Sara, I knew you were born to serve. There was something about you that called to me. The few times after our marriage I tried to introduce you to it, you ran like a scared rabbit. I knew you would never accept it. At least not from me. Not if you had a choice." "So you set this whole thing up with Peter?" She accused looking back at him over her shoulder. "He's a Dominant Sara. He has trained before." Sara moved to the edge of the bed. She couldn't believe what Martin was saying. Did he know all the things Peter had done to her? Everything she had done to him? And Michael... "Oh...God." She groaned and dropped her head into her hands. "Don't Sara." Martin said, coming up beside her and wrapping his arms around her shaking body. "Martin....." She began but he stopped her. "I know everything Sara. It's okay. It wasn't personal. Peter trained you. That's all. I know everything that took place." She turned to look at him. "And Michael?" "Yes." Sara knew she should be pissed. She agonized for months over cheating on him and he had known all along. But strangely, she wasn't. And she realized he was right, she would never had accepted this with him. "Now what?" "Now." Martin reached in the bedside table drawer and pulled out a black velvet box and handed it to her. Sara opened it and stared at the gold choker inside. It was about an inch thick with a little hoop in front. "It's a collar Sara. Yours, if you want it. If you want me and my lifestyle." "And if I don't?" She asked, knowing what the answer would be but needing to hear Martin say it. "I love you Sara. But I need this. I need it with you. But you will always have my heart, no matter what you decide." Sara took a deep breath. Could she do this? Could she live her life like this? "Will you share me Martin?" "Only if you want it." "I want you, Martin." Martin smiled and lifted the choker from it's bed of black satin. He fastened it gently around her neck. "You look beautiful." "Thank you Master." Martin smiled and kissed her deeply. "Come here slut, your Master wants you."