14 comments/ 60207 views/ 73 favorites His Good Girl Pt. 01 By: ABitNaughty This is my first submission so please be kind and feel free to leave any helpful comments! It's a slow burner with some story development at the start so have some patience-it will be worth it ;-) All characters involved are well over 18 Chapter 1 Kate hated being alone. She always felt a little bit nervous when she had to do things on her own, especially when it involved travelling to a town she didn't know and staying in a hotel for the night. That particular weekend, she had taken a 3 hour train with 2 changes just to visit an art exhibition she had been desperate to see; she couldn't persuade any of her friends or family to come with her and she just didn't want to miss the opportunity. Alone it had to be. Being single, she felt it was crazy that she wasn't used to solitude by now. She loved being able to sleep spread out in bed and whenever she listened to her friends sobbing about their cheating boyfriends or, in the case of the newly-married ones, complaining about the snoring of their husbands, Kate couldn't help feeling the tiniest bit smug that she didn't have to put up with any of that. Still, she would have liked to have that special someone she could drag to obscure galleries and share a lonely hotel room with. As she walked past the hotel's front desk, the receptionist looked up and caught her eye, smiling gently and raising his hand in greeting. "Good evening, Miss Alton." Kate briefly returned the smile but flicked her eyes downward, too afraid to be anything but polite, despite the fact that she was incredibly attracted to him and, had she been a more confident and self-assured person, might have stayed back and indulged in some harmless flirting. That was her problem though; she just wasn't confident and was always too afraid. Her comfort zone was her haven and it was near impossible to take her out of it. It was too early for dinner, which she planned to have in her room, so she settled herself in the nearly deserted bar, finding a squashy armchair by the window and began to flick through the book she had bought in the gallery shop. She quickly became absorbed and lost all notice of what was going on around her or, more importantly, who was watching her. For she was being watched. There were only four other people in the bar at the time; a rather drunk elderly couple enjoying a bottle of champagne, the barman polishing glasses, and Eric. Eric had seen her walk into the bar, had watched her pull off her thick woolly hat and run a hand through the auburn waves underneath, and had not taken his eyes off her since. It wasn't because she was a typically beautiful woman; she was pretty but not obviously so and he seemed to find her more fascinating because of that. She was dressed in loose, flowing clothing that didn't hint at all at the figure underneath and had little makeup on her round face. He could see how intently focused she was on her book, turned towards the window with her shoulders ever so slightly hunched. She may as well have hung a huge sign above her head flashing "I hope no-one notices me" in neon. Eric found it both frustrating and intensely arousing to see a pretty woman so obviously unaware of herself. He felt such an urge to stride across the room, take her up in his arms and kiss her that he scared himself. He was staring at her quite outrageously, so much so that not even the most oblivious person in the world could have ignored it. Kate could feel it and as she lifted her eyes and slightly turned her head, she looked straight into the dark blue pools of his. She felt a jolt of something, almost fear but with a thrilling edge to it, as if she enjoyed the thought of a man studying her with such intent. She felt self-conscious, excited and scared all in one go and was suddenly almost breathless with it. She couldn't stay much longer in the bar after that, knowing she was no longer invisible as she preferred to be and collecting together her bag and coat, she made her way towards the stairs. She never took lifts if you could avoid them, as she was mildly claustrophobic. She surreptitiously threw a glance behind her as she took the first few steps, then shook her head in disbelief. "You're such a fantasist" Kate thought to herself, "thinking he would follow you just because he was looking at you!" Thankfully her room was only one floor up and she let herself in with relief, still laughing at her own foolishness. She was distracted by the catch on the door which was stiff and prevented the door from shutting completely. With a forceful swing of her hip, she managed to shut it and collapsed backwards on the bed in exhaustion from the day. Eric smiled to himself as he stood in the corridor just three doors down from her room. He hadn't followed her, he had no intention of doing so but he had taken the lift to the first floor, where his room was, and had stepped out just in time to see the flushed face and red waves of the woman from the bar disappearing into room 107. He didn't generally believe in fate but as he listened to her battling with the old, heavy door, he suddenly felt that he might have been wrong; his fate was only a few walls away from him and he knew he couldn't let that opportunity pass by. Chapter 2 "That's right, oh could I also get a bottle of your house white please? Yes, that's all for room 107. Wonderful, thanks so much!" Kate dropped the phone back on the receiver and drew the curtains. She had fallen asleep when she got back from the bar at 6pm and had woken up 3 and a half hours later with her stomach growling. Hoping the room service wouldn't take too long to arrive, she quickly changed into her PJs then picked up her mobile, dialling her friend who was going through "boy troubles" and had made Kate promise to call when she could. "Hey, this is Laura! I'm busy right now so leave a message and I'll get back to you! Bye!" "Brilliant, Laura," muttered Kate, "you ask me to phone and then don't bother picking up." She distracted herself for a while with the TV, flicking through the channels with no real desire to stop on any, before there was a gentle rap at the door and a call of "room service!" "Oh great!" Kate said as she opened the door and saw the little trolley heavy with plates and an ice bucket. "You've got a couple of glasses there for your wine," said the bellboy as he wheeled her order in, "but it looks like it's just you!" Kate blushed. "Yep, just me! That doesn't look very good does it?!" He laughed. "Don't worry about it; enjoy!" "He probably thinks I'm an alcoholic now!" she muttered as he left, "Oh this stupid door!" While yet again trying to shove the door shut properly, her phone sprang to life across the room. It was Laura returning her call and as she settled herself onto the bed with her food and her friend babbling away in her ear, the door was forgotten. Three doors down, Eric was looking at his watch. His heart seemed to be somersaulting with anticipation, as he waited for night to become late night to assure him an undisturbed visit to 107. He didn't relish the thought of forcing his way into her room; it didn't really match with his normal smooth, calm way of dealing with situations. Hell, he didn't even know if she would answer when he knocked, but he had to try. She hadn't left his head for an instance and in the short space of time that had passed, it was driving him insane. He stood in front of the full-length mirror that hung by the door and studied himself. Tall, about 6ft 2 with thick brown hair that fell across his forehead in a dishevelled wave, worsened by his hands constantly running through it. He kept his face clean shaven, never enjoying stubble and his torso was long but not heavily defined or bulky as he rarely used a gym. He leant a hand against the wall, staring at the face reflected back at him. "She needs someone to show her what she is. She needs to be controlled and led in the right direction; I can be that someone. I will be that someone." The bedside clock flicked to 10.35pm as Kate switched the lamp off and slid down the bed. She lay on her back feeling quite drained but not quite tired enough to sleep and her thoughts slid back to the man from the bar. The man with the deep blue eyes. Her stomach jolted again at the memory of his face and the intensity of his stare. She liked it. Despite being a shy and quiet person, Kate frequently experienced intense sexual feelings and she spent many if not most nights pleasuring herself with her fingers, gently probing between her legs and fondling her breasts. She pushed the duvet off her body and slid her pj bottoms off. Her hands roamed up and down her body before landing on her breasts and squeezing, using her fingertips to roll her stiff nipples and pinch them with firm pressure. She loved to cause herself a little pain like that; just enough to excite her and bring her to the brink of discomfort. She focused her attention between her legs while keeping one hand on her nipple, she ran a finger along her dripping lips and was shocked to find how wet her thoughts of the stranger had made her. Her clit throbbed and she moaned as she scraped a nail against it. "Oh yeees," she whispered, "oh, that feels so good!" "Well, this is more than I could have hoped for." Kate's eyes flew open and before she could focus in the dark, a large hand clamped across her mouth and she felt herself pinned down by the weight of a body. "Shh, don't make a sound. You're safe," spoke the voice. She tried to call through his hand but her voice was muffled and she began thrashing around, desperate for some leverage from the bed. "Stop that now," the voice said calmly, "you'll wear yourself out and I need you awake tonight." Something soft was roughly pushed inside her mouth and she felt him lean across the bed, extending her left arm upwards and tightly wrapping what felt like fabric around her wrist. As he did the same with her right arm, she realised that she had been tied to the bedposts and felt the panic rise even further, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. After securing her ankles in the same way, Eric stood back from the bed, flicked the bedside lamp on and took his first proper look at her since he'd arrived. She was blinking in the sudden light, her hair was a messy fan around her head from her wriggling and her top had ridden up above her belly, which was soft and slightly rounded like the rest of her body; she looked perfect. He squatted down by the bed, levelling his mouth with her ear. "There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" In response, she moaned through the gag and did her best to move, though her bindings were tight. He stroked his fingers against her cheek and whispered "are you going to be a good girl for me?" When she continued to thrash around, he sighed and stood up, moving to her feet and placing his hands on his hips. "Let me make things clear. I want you and I will have you tonight. I will not be raping you because you will be asking for me to fuck you before the night is out. Preferably sooner rather than later; I'm not sure how long my cock can handle before needing to fuck your brains out." Though his voice was soft and even, it contradicted with the words he used and she jumped. He leant over her, his arms either side of her thighs and continued. "You will be begging me to stick my cock into that wet little pussy. You'll be desperate to feel me thrust inside your cunt and I'll be only too happy to oblige, when you ask me nicely." Eric smiled at the thought; he couldn't wait to hear her beg. Her eyes were like saucers and she began shaking her head and trying to speak again. She seemed to be imploring him, insistently shouting into the fabric and, even though he expected such reluctance, he strained to hear her words out of curiosity. When he made out the one word she was crying out repeatedly, he felt his desire surge. "You're a virgin?" She nodded vigorously, eyes pleading. "Oh my sweet, you didn't think that would put me off, did you?" He chuckled, running a finger down her stomach, "the only thing that does to me is make me want to take you right this second." Her eyes closed. "Don't worry, I am going to make you feel wonderful. I'm going to do some very lovely things to you and make your little pussy cry with ecstasy." Chapter 3 Her name was Kate Alton. He had looked at her driver's license, wanting to know what name he should be crying out when he was coming inside her. He had told her his first name for the same reason; he couldn't wait to force her into moaning the name "Eric!" as she climaxed around his tongue and squirted her juices onto his cock. He had repositioned her slightly so that she was further down the bed with her knees bent up. She was still crying but had stopped wriggling so much which was a shame as Eric found the fight in her intensely erotic. It would surely return once he began to eat her. Kneeling down between her legs, he studied her glistening pussy. "I should thank you, Kate, for preparing my pussy so nicely. I was very pleased to walk in here and see you fingering yourself, getting my pussy soaking wet and ready to take my hard cock." A slight moan of protest was his only answer. With the tip of his finger, he stroked down one of her lips gathering the juices and sucking them off in his mouth. "Mmm, how very sweet you taste." He used two more fingers to prise her lips apart and was met with her little pink pearl pushing from it's hood. He flicked it with the back of his nail, causing Kate to bounce in surprise and discomfort, a reaction he enjoyed and so did the same three more times. "Does that hurt, Kate?" he asked and she nodded vigorously. "Good, I'm glad it hurts. A little pain is just what you need and I know it's what you like too, otherwise you wouldn't have been pinching your own nipples earlier, now would you?" Time to bring her off with his tongue. He brought his face up close and blew across her pussy, dragging the tip of his tongue up her slit and circling around her hard little clitty. He repeated this again and again until he felt her lifting her hips in response and he knew he had her. He pulled her labia further apart and thrust his tongue as deep as he could inside her cunt, lashing it from side to side while rolling her button between his thumb and finger. Her moans were constant now and her hips thrust up and down with his movements. As he pulled his tongue from her, she groaned and stared down at him, straining her neck to see why he had stopped. "You wish me to continue?" Yes she screamed through her gag. "Maybe I should leave you unfulfilled and aching to come?" No! Thrusting a finger into her and hooking it upwards, Eric found the spongy patch that he knew to be her G-spot and firmly pressed against it. "Would you like to come, Kate?" YES! "OK, I have a condition for you. I will bring you off with my tongue and fingers but I want to hear you scream when I do. If I remove your gag, you must not make any other noise other than that of complete ecstasy, you understand?" Her eyes widened then she nodded. "Good girl. I should point out, if you attempt to scream for help, you won't like what happens afterwards." His voice was level and completely calm, despite his cock being painfully hard and straining for release. He tugged on the fabric in her mouth and it came out, finally allowing Kate to relax her mouth and breathe properly. He stroked her face as she regained her breath, enjoying the colour in her cheeks and the movement of her chest as she panted with need. "Why...why are you doing this?" she whispered. "Because you want me to." With that, he began to move his finger inside her again, pushing firmly against her G-spot and bringing his lips to her clit, he suckled at it as if he were a kitten suckling milk. She was so close to climax, he could feel her cunt muscles twitching around his finger, so he pushed in a finger from his other hand, gently pulling them apart and stretching her tight hole. "Ow, please that hurts!" "Does it my sweet? Tell me how much it hurts?" He stretched her wider. "Ouch! Oh god, that really hurts, please stop, ow!" Eric's cock twitched at her words and he groaned quietly. "Beg me to make you come!" He stopped stretching her and continued to pump his fingers in her pussy, returning his mouth to her clit and gently biting down on. "Ohh, pleeeease! I'm so close! Please let me come!" "Say my name!" he growled. "Eric! Please, Eric, make me come! It feels so good!" He took his left hand and placed it on her stomach, pushed two fingers from his right into her pussy and pumped them hard, still licking at her pearl. As he felt her tightening around him, he pushed down on her lower stomach and felt her lose it. "AHHHH YEEEEEESSS EEEERIC!!!" she screamed as her pussy spasmed around his fingers and squirted her juices into his face. He stood up to watch her in the throes of her orgasm, her breasts pushed upwards and her hands balled into fists. "Well," he said as she came down, breathing heavily, "that was quite something wasn't it?" Kate opened her eyes and looked at him. "I squirted! You made me squirt; I've never done that before." "That's because you've never had a skilled man eat your cunt before," he replied bluntly. Leaning across chest, he brought his face close to hers. "Now I want you to lick your pussy juice off my face. You made quite a mess." She blushed. "I can't do that. That's disgusting." Eric took her chin between his fingers, forcing her to stare into his eyes. "I just spent 15 minutes drinking your juices and I can assure you, they are not disgusting. It's only fair that you clean up the mess you made, don't you think? Now put your tongue on my face and lick me." She hesitated but then, catching the piercing look he gave her, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick slowly up his cheek. He moaned at her touch feeling his solid cock swell even more inside his boxers. Turning his head, his lips met her tongue and he opened his mouth to suck at it, catching Kate by surprise and causing her to draw back. "No," he growled, "kiss me." He pulled her chin upwards and slid his tongue into her mouth, enjoying her reluctance and obvious inexperience. He felt he could have simply kissed her all night but his painful cock had other plans, so he stood back up and smiled at her. "Don't worry my darling; you may not have kissed many men, but it won't be long before I have you trained to take my whole cock down your throat. I do so love to come in a woman's mouth, especially when she doesn't like it." "I've never...I don't..." she spluttered, shocked at his words. "You will, trust me. You'll be damn good at it too, with those gorgeous lips! Now, I think it's about time that I fucked you." Chapter 4 Eric began to undress, all the while keeping eye contact with Kate. He slid his shirt off, tossed it to the side then undid his belt, slowly pulling it free of his trousers. "That might come in handy later," he said, waving the strap of leather at her. She remained silent though unable to take her eyes off him. He smirked and pushed his trousers down. He heard her gasp as he straightened up and he gave her a minute to have a good look at him. His cock must have looked terrifying to her. It was the hardest it had ever been and at 7 inches when soft, he was hardly surprised that she had such a look of fear on her face. He wrapped his fist around his shaft and pumped it gently, feeling a drop of precum leak down his fingers. Finally, she spoke. "You're too big. You won't fit inside me. Please don't try, you'll hurt me!" He stood above her head now and stroked a hand through her hair, speaking softly. "I am big, but I will fit inside you. It will most definitely hurt but it's only fair that I get my pleasure after giving you yours, isn't it?" His Good Girl Pt. 01 "I'll suck you," she pleaded, "I can get you off in my mouth, like you said you like! Please, let me suck you instead!" Eric put his lips to her ear and whispered "I'll make you feel good again, I promise. You'll be begging me to go deeper before long." As he spoke, he rubbed her nipples through the fabric of her top and she began panting again, lifting her hips and mewing with pleasure. "There you go, good girl. I am really looking forward to taking your virginity, let me tell you." He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him when he fucked her and, judging from her current state, decided it was safe to untie her. "I'm going to remove your bonds now, Kate. I want you to carry on being a good girl and lie still." Kate was relieved to feel her ankles and wrists free finally. As he turned to throw the fabric to one side, she suddenly leapt from the bed and made a jump towards the door. Eric was much faster than her and threw his arms around her waist before she had really moved at all. He put his hand across her mouth and tugged her struggling body towards the dressing table. "Oh Kate," he sighed, barely exerting any effort to keep her wriggling limbs still, "I'm very disappointed in you." Her back was against him and they were now both facing the mirror above the dresser, one of his arms wrapped around her waist. He put his lips to her ear again. "Why are you fighting this? It's going to happen and you're going to ask for it, so why not save your energy?" "I won't ask for it!" she shouted through his hand. "Yes you will, my sweet," he replied moving his hand to her clit and pressing firmly against it. "You're cunt is soaking wet because of me. You're desperate to feel my thick cock stretching you out." She had started moaning again so he used his other hand to work her nipples, pulling them outwards and twisting them, still toying with her clit and rubbing her drenched pussy lips. "Mmmm, you're so wet for me, Kate," he said quietly. "Are you ready to feel me deflower you? Are you ready for me to fuck your brains out?" "Please," she whispered, "please..." "Say it. Tell me what you want." His fingers were insistent, two slipping in to her pussy while he continued pinching her nipples. She needed to come again so badly. "Please! Oh god, just do it!" "Say the words "fuck me, Eric." "Fuck me Eric! Please fuck me!" He groaned as she finally screamed the magic words and used his foot to nudge her legs wide apart. He pushed on her back and she bent forwards across the dresser splaying her hands out across the wood. "Brace yourself, love," he whispered, "I won't be gentle. I'm going to fuck you hard." she whimpered but stayed still, wanting desperately to feel him inside her. Eric used the tip of his cock to nudge her entrance open and position himself. He placed both hands on her rounded hips, leaning forward and whispering in her ear. "Ready?" Kate nodded, breathing heavily. "Don't be afraid to scream. I want to hear you." He thrust forward and impaled her in one brutal movement, breaking through her hymen and causing her to cry out at the unexpected harshness. He was so thick, brushing up against her untouched walls. "Oh fuck!" he groaned, "you are so fucking tight!" He remained still for a moment, allowing her to become used to the feeling of his cock. "How does it feel? Are you full up with my hard, thick cock?" Whimpers were all that came from her lips which drove Eric wild with passion. He began to pump his hips into her, moving his hands atop hers to steady himself and enjoying the feeling of his torso against her back. "Ugh, ugh, yes, fuck, yes!" he grunted. He looked at her in the mirror and saw that she was frigging her clit. "Oh yes, you naughty girl, you're getting yourself off, aren't you?" "Yes, oh god, yes!" she cried. He pushed her hand away and replaced it with his own, twisting her little nub between his thick fingers. "I'm so close, don't stop!" Eric held her chin with his free hand and forced her to look into the mirror. "Open your eyes, you dirty girl, I want you to watch yourself come!" His hips were slamming against her arse as he got himself closer and closer to release. He could feel her cunt spasming and new she was about to come, so he diddled her clit faster and thrust his cock upwards against her G-spot. "Are you going to come?" A strained moan in response. "Do it, come on my cock! Squirt your juices all over my shaft!" "OHHHHHH YEEEEEES ughhh don't STOP!" she screamed, "I'm coming, that's it, I'm COMIIIIING!" He held her face firmly in place, keeping his eyes locked on hers as she climaxed, never letting up with the heavy thrusts of his cock. "That's it, good girl. Keep looking at me, keep coming!" He continued frigging her clit and she carried on twitching with pleasure, her orgasm never letting up. "Keep coming, Kate, I'm nearly there! Oh fuck, I'm so close! I'm going to fill you with my cum!" "Oh please, stop, ugh, ugh, I can't, ugh take any MORE!" "That's it, you slut, keep twitching that cunt, oh that feel so fucking GOOD!! "Stop, oh god, stop, no more! I'm going to come again!" Eric knew he was about to blow his load, so without moving his cock from her, he spun them round and forward on to the end of the bed, taking her hips in his hands and pumping his cock as deep into her as he could get. "Come for me again, Kate, COME FOR ME!" "Yes, yes, YEEEESSSSS! I'M COMIIIIING!" Eric threw back his head and roared as he felt his cock spurt a huge load of warm cum inside her pussy. "OHHH FUUUCK!" He kept thrusting until the last rope of sperm had left his shaft and then dropped his head down to the back of Kate's neck, resting his lips on her skin. Chapter 5 "Wow!" she breathed, her breasts heaving and sweat dripping down her face. "Wow indeed," Eric replied. He pulled himself from her gently and she winced, already feeling tender and knowing she would be sore tomorrow. The two of them lay side by side with their legs hanging over the end of the bed, trying to recover their breath and their voices. Kate was the first to speak. "I didn't know it could be like that." He laughed, drawing her against his chest and resting his cheek on the top of her head. "With the right person, it can be." "I don't even know you! You're a complete stranger, you forced yourself on me! Do you make a habit of barging into women's rooms and raping them?!" "Firstly, I didn't barge into your room, the door was open. That's an invitation in itself." She thought for a minute then groaned. "That bloody catch! It's stiff, it doesn't shut. I must have forgotten to close it properly!" She sat up. "Still, it by no means gave you the right to force yourself on me!" Eric sat up to face her, calmly replying "I did no such thing. Yes, I tied you up, but only because you needed to be shown what you are. I promised that you would be begging me to take you and I think you'll find I fulfilled my promise. I think your words were "fuck me Eric, please fuck me." Kate knew he was right and was ashamed to remember her own voice shouting out those very words. "You're beautiful," he said, running a finger down her cheek, "and when I saw you in the bar, I couldn't take my eyes from you. I don't know why that is, but I don't care. We're meant for each other." Her heart hammered in her chest. This was madness, wasn't it? A complete stranger forces himself into her room, takes her virginity and she suddenly feels as if she could actually fall for him. Sure, he was attractive. Much more than attractive, he was devastatingly handsome in her eyes and knew exactly how to make her feel good. The thought scared her. Eric could see in her frowning face that she was fighting with herself. He suddenly felt very protective of her, didn't like to see her worrying so he brought his lips to hers and kissed her gently. She responded after a second and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh Eric, this is so crazy," she mumbled against his mouth. His tongue wrestled with hers. "Not crazy at all. I want you and you want me." He pulled her on top of him, bringing his hands to her arse and squeezing. She moaned at his touch and he felt his cock swell into hardness again. "I need to be inside you again, Kate. Why don't you ride me this time?" She sat up straddling his thighs and smirked at him. He put his hands on her hips. "That's my good girl." Let me know if you'd like to read Part 2! His Good Girl Pt. 02 This is the sequel to "His Good Girl Pt. 01" which I recommend you read first, if you haven't already. Thanks so much for your feedback on Pt. 01 and I apologise for keeping you waiting for the second part! Hopefully it was worth it ;-) All characters involved are well over 18. Chapter 1 Kate stirred and opened her eyes to see the light of the morning leaking underneath the curtains. She was still half-asleep but she could feel a warm body against her back and a strong arm curled firmly around her waist, and it was then that she remembered the events of the day before. She didn't know what to think or do, her feelings of comfort and contentment conflicting with the reality of the situation. Eric had taken her virginity. He had forced himself into her room and her bed, coaxing a string of orgasms from her innocent body that she had no idea she was capable of having and then he had teased her, caressed her, firmly brought her to the edge before she finally begged him to take her. He had promised that he wouldn't rape her, that she would eventually ask him to fuck her and she had helped him keep that promise. She knew she should be furious that he had taken advantage of her but she couldn't deny the connection they had, and the fact that she found his dominance and power exciting. She was also glad she didn't have to wake up alone. Kate felt Eric's arm tighten around her as he started to wake up, shifting himself closer and bringing his lips to her ear. "Good morning, my sweet." All of a sudden, she was nervous and stammered a quiet "morning" in reply. He sucked on her ear lobe and moved a foot in between her legs. "Mmmm you drive me mad, Kate," he whispered, "I want you again already." She could feel the proof of his need pressing heavily into the small of her back. His hand travelled up to her breasts where he began to roll and softly pinch her nipples. "Don't you want me too?" "Please Eric," she replied, "not yet." Eric smiled into her hair and started trailing kisses across her neck and throat. She was still lying on his lower arm so he moved this forward, curling it around her torso and effectively pinning her to him. He brought his free hand down between her legs, delighting in finding her damp. "Your pussy is telling a different story, my darling. I know you want to feel my cock inside you again." He began to rub her clit as he shifted his hips further down. Using his knee to push her leg upwards, he positioned his shaft, nestling his swollen head in the heat of her lips and gently pushing against her. Kate whimpered softly. "Please, it still hurts!" "Mmm," he replied, "I love to hear you cry. It hurts because you took my thick cock so deep inside your virgin tunnel last night. You made me very happy then and now I'm going to make you feel very, very good. Just relax and let me do that. " With one hand clasping her hip and the other twisting her nipples, Eric entered her pussy in one deep thrust, enjoying her moan and slight attempt to move away. He held her firmly and began to pump his hips against her arse. He rode her forcefully, keeping his arm coiled around her and closed his eyes as he felt her warm hole grasp his cock tightly. "Fuck yes! You feel so good, you little slut!" Kate only gasped in response, the feelings of ecstasy overwhelming those of discomfort. She was still tender from his brutal fucking the day before, but this was quickly forgotten and she soon felt herself approaching climax. "Oh yes," she panted, "don't stop! Harder, fuck me harder, Eric, please!" Spurred on by her begging, Eric twisted their bodies around, and pulled Kate's hips up, so that she was face down into the bed and he was behind her, mounting her like a wild animal. He dug his fingers into the flesh on her thighs and resumed his pace, drilling his cock upwards. In this new position, his cock was relentlessly hitting her G-spot and Kate screamed out her first orgasm of the day, pushing her face into the pillow to muffle the sounds. Eric grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, growling into her ear "Don't you dare silence yourself! I want to hear you scream as you cum. I want you to cry as I pump your cunt raw!" Her orgasm didn't subside but continued, her pussy throbbing around his shaft. He dropped a hand to her clit and started pumping it between his fingers, stretching it to the point of pain. "Keep going," he demanded, "I want you to come again. I need to feel you squirting all over my cock when I come!" "Ugh, I can't, ugh ugh, no more!" "Come on, take my cock you whore, take it, that's it, ugh ugh, take it, TAKE IIIIIIIIIT! AHHHHHHH" Eric roared out his climax as Kate spasmed beneath him, her fists clenching against the rumpled sheets. He dropped down pressing his torso against her back and brought his hands on top of hers, breathing deeply into her hair. "I'd told you I'd make you feel good." She couldn't help but laugh. Breathlessly, she said "you're pretty cocky, aren't you?" He pulled himself from her and flopped down onto his back, hands behind his head. "I wouldn't call it cocky. I'm confident. Confident I know just how to make you scream with ecstasy." "24 hours ago, you had never even laid eyes on me. I'm still not sure how I should be feeling about this." Eric sighed. "You're still denying our connection. Even after you came twice around my cock, you're still not sure about us?" "Us? I'm sorry, you're talking about "us" like we just started dating. Are you forgetting you essentially forced me into having sex with you. You tied me to the bed, for god's sake!" The look in his eyes had Kate suddenly feeling very nervous and made her wish she hadn't started arguing with him. As he sat up and opened his mouth to respond, her phone sprang to life across the room and she jumped from the bed before he could say a word. The screen flashed up a photo of Laura. Remembering the message she left for her friend yesterday, she hit the accept button and heard the familiar voice in her ear. "Hiya sweetie, I'm so sorry I missed your call!" "Hi Laura. Don't worry, honestly," Kate replied. Realising she was completely nude while on the phone, she hastily looked around for a piece of clothing and grabbed the nearest thing that looked promising. It was Eric's shirt, far too big on her; what a cliché! Laura was speaking again. "So how are you? How was the exhibition?" "Exhibition?" asked Kate. "The art show? The one you went to yesterday? Or supposedly went to-maybe that was just a cover for some elicit hook-up with a gorgeous man, haha!" Kate laughed nervously and her eyes flicked to Eric, who had his hands behind his head again, looking rumpled but dangerously calm. "Sorry, yes it was good. I got a book." Jeez, she sounded like an idiot! "Off course you did, sweetie!" laughed Laura. "And the hotel? Did you have a good night?" Ordinarily, these would have been normal questions easily answered by Kate but she was starting to feel tongue-tied and knew her cheeks were flaming. Eric had one eyebrow raised; he'd clearly heard the question. She cleared her throat. "Yep, nice place. Not bad for the price. I can't complain really." "Are you alright, Kate? You sound funny. Is something wrong?" Shouldn't this be the time to say something? To tell her friend that, in fact, there was something wrong; she'd spent the night tied to the bed and been forced to service an incredibly good-looking but excessively arrogant man! Looking into that man's eyes now, Kate knew the answer. "I'm fine, Laura. Just tired, that's all. Maybe we can catch up tomorrow, meet up for a coffee?" "Sure, that sounds great! I have so much to tell you about Rob, honestly, be glad you're single and don't have to put up with any shit from a man!" "Sounds bad," replied Kate, "maybe make it a glass or two of wine then! I'll call tomorrow, sort out the details." "Fab, I can't wait! Bye!" "Bye." She hung up the phone but stayed where she was, leaning against the wall by the bathroom. Eric made to get out of bed and Kate slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She knew that was bound to rile him, but she didn't care; she desperately needed to think and was desperate for something else too! Eric stood at the window as he waited for Kate to finish in the bathroom. He watched the streets start to fill with people and let his thoughts wander freely. When he'd first glimpsed her, sat alone in the hotel bar with her book and her reserved body language, he had felt an overwhelming urge to possess her. He normally loved to be dominant in his relationships (not that he'd had excessive numbers of those) but with Kate, he felt something more. He loved hearing her cry, causing just the right amount of pain to make her whimper, it drove him wild with lust, yet at the same time, he felt a real desire to protect her, to shield her from everyone else and to show her just how beautiful she was to him. Was he falling for her? It seemed strange that he was initially driven by his sexual desires, had tied up and forcefully deflowered a woman through pure lust, but now knew he couldn't let another man touch her. The very thought of the latter made him angry. The sound of the ensuite door being unlocked brought Eric back to reality. He turned as Kate stepped into the room. The sight of his shirt fluttering against her bare thighs was enough to send blood hurriedly rushing to his cock again. He took a step towards her. "Now my sweet," he said calmly, "it's time to teach you something new." Chapter 2 "Come here." Reluctantly, she approached him and he placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing firmly until her legs buckled and she fell to her knees. "I think you need to learn some manners, Kate. You need to learn that I am in charge here. You've had every opportunity to leave or ask your friend for help on the phone but you chose not to. Clearly you want to be here and I'm not remotely surprised; what sane woman would leave a man who can make her orgasm like you did?" With an indignant look on her face, she opened her mouth to answer, but Eric put a finger to her lips. "Shh, no you don't get to talk back right now. I have a much better use for those lips." He stroked her hair, smiling down at her. "You're going to suck my cock. I'm going to show you how to take the whole thing down your throat and swallow my load. When I'm done with you, I'll have you sucking me off at the click of my fingers." Before she could make any kind of comeback, Eric took his solid shaft in his hand, pumping it a few times to spread his precum around the head. "Come on now," he said, taking her chin with his other hand, "open up that pretty mouth for me. That's a good girl." He pressed the head against her lips and couldn't help but feel a thrill as he watched his cock disappear inside. He felt the back of her throat and placed both hands on the back of her head, holding her in place despite the look of panic in her eyes and her hands against his thighs. "Shh, good girl, just breath through your nose and relax your throat. I'm going to fuck your mouth whether you like it or not, so you might as well make it easy on yourself." Holding onto her head, he pushed forward, having to thrust several times before her throat relaxed and the head of his cock shifted forwards. She gagged and choked, making him harder. Her eyes watered as he smiled at her. "My darling, you are doing so well. Now I'm going to fuck your lovely mouth." With that, he began his hard thrusts into her mouth, grunting with each one and forcing her head down his shaft as she moaned her discomfort. "Mmm that's it, keep moaning, you've no idea how good it feels when you moan! Oh fuck!" He tangled her hair around his fingers and threw his head back, losing himself in the exquisite pleasure of her warm, moist mouth. He briefly pulled all the way out to allow her a breath, then shoved his cock back in, reaching down to wrap a hand around her neck. He squeezed gently, seeing the panic in her eyes when she realised she couldn't breathe. "Ugh yes! That's so. Fucking. GOOD!" Kate banged her fists against his thighs, terrified that he would let her suffocate but just as she was starting to feel dizzy, he released her throat and pulled his cock from her mouth. She gasped, dragging in huge gulps of air and coughing up the excess saliva that had built up while he had face-fucked her. Eric lifted her from the floor and threw her squarely on to the bed, leaning over to remove his shirt and leaving her once again naked. "Open your legs." "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she gasped. "I couldn't fucking breath!" He slapped her once on her thigh and repeated his request in the same calm tone. "Open your legs, Kate." She glared at him for a few moments then relented. He stood at the foot of the bed, his shaft in his fist. "You will keep your legs open. Now play with your pussy." "What?!" she cried. Eric sighed. "You're making this very difficult for yourself, my sweet. Listen closely. I want you to play with that dripping little cunt, finger yourself, pinch your clit, get yourself off. It's a simple direction." When she made no move to obey him, he leant forward and brought his hand down hard on her pussy, slapping it several times until she squealed and her legs snapped together. His hand was soaking from the contact. "I trust I've made myself clear." Kate hated the thought of playing with herself in front of anyone but knew she was in no position to rebel. She slowly opened her legs again and brought a hand to her pussy, gingerly stroking a finger between the folds. Satisfied she understood him, Eric stood back up and recommenced the stroking of his member, his eyes never leaving her. "That's it, push a finger in there. Use your other hand to rub your little clitty. There, does that feel good?" he asked. Her eyes were half closed as she began to lose herself in the pleasure. "No, open your eyes. I want them open, even when you come. Now pinch your clit and push another finger into your cunt." He was nearing his climax, he could feel his cock swelling but he wanted to hold off just long enough to watch her bring herself to orgasm. "Keep going, a little faster, pump those fingers. Add another one!" "I can't!" she begged, "it hurts too much!" "Do it!" he ordered, "I want to see three fingers inside your slutty, wet pussy. Pinch your clit now, twist it until it hurts." She whimpered in pain as she carried out his demands, pulling on her hard button which was already sensitive from his spanking. She lifted her hips in rhythm with her fingers, moaning as she felt the pleasure start to take over. "Faster now, Kate, pump your fingers faster! Pinch your clit HARD!" As she did so, she let out an animal-like wail, feeling her pussy muscles clamp down on her digits and her juices coat her hands. Eric rapidly pumped his cock and moved over to Kate's face. "Fuck, you should see yourself! Ugh ugh, you look like a whore!" He frantically tugged at his member feeling his climax approaching. "Ohh fuck, keep going Kate, keep going! I'm going to come. All. Over. Your. FAAAAAACEEEEEEEE!" He roared as his cock exploded, his cum spurting forcefully and splashing across her face and tits, as she continued to buck in the throes of her own orgasm. His head was thrown back and he grunted out the last of his load before dropping down on to the bed beside the sticky, panting body of Kate. "Come here," he said, taking her head in his hand. He guided her downwards and positioned her face at his crotch. "Clean my cock off. Use that slutty mouth to lick up all the mess you've made." There was no resistance this time; she was still so lost in the aftermath of her own pleasure. She took his softening cock into her mouth and cleaned off the last of his cum, trailing her tongue across his thighs and abdomen. He leaned his head back on the pillows and closed his eyes. "Stop now," he said, "come here next to me." She settled down in the crook of his offered arm, laying her head on his chest. He watched her face as she rested and couldn't stop a smile from spreading across his own. "What on earth have you done to me?" he asked. I hope you enjoyed part 2! I would love to hear your thoughts on where you'd like Eric and Kate's story to go next!