Thread: Billionaires Club! (Jack Stalker and AliceTwist)

The longer he looked into those eyes, the harder he got. His cock was a rigid bar of steel hard flesh by now, pulsing and throbbing in anticipation. God knows he waited long enough, delayed by convention, normality, taboo and every other damn reason to not go after her. Now she was here and his, the crew aboard the yacht would see what he told then to and do what he paid them to, to them she was just some girl who had been delivered into his possession, perhaps to 'role play' a spoilt brat or even an innocent virgin about to be raped to rags. To them there was nothing he could do to arouse suspicion or aid. Nothing. The thought made him even harder until the tent in his swim shorts was as painfully obvious to all as the painful bulging of his shaft was obvious to him. As he'd stripped her dress off of her perfect frame he'd sensed her tense and freeze, she responded to authority well. Maybe she was one of those girls who liked to be ordered about, who liked to give up control and be told what to do. Maybe she was one of those filthy little cock teasing whores who liked to have their daddy discipline them, who a saw any powerful man as being a substitute for the one they really wanted to fuck, their father? Maybe she liked to pretend that men were her father, wished that they were because, while she would never spread her legs for her own flesh and blood, she would be happy to do so for the right guy? If so she was in the right place, if not, well, she'd get used to it eventually. He wasn't the sort to bow down to a woman, or even another man. No, she might be entitled or rich or used to having her own way, but once he'd fucked her enough she'd be obedient to at least one thing, his cock. He tossed away the drink she'd handed him, throwing the expensive crystal glass into a far flung corner after watching her finish her own. He gave no explanation other than a wicked grin. Punishment? You really want to know? he asked. His eyes glittered with mirth and his smile returned to the look of a more twisted one. It really depends on the degree of the infraction I suppose. he suggested in a thoughtful tone. Gagging and handcuffing you, before fingering an orgasm out of your impossibly tight holes, in front of a shocked audience? That could be an option. Bending you over and giving you a hard brutal spanking, perhaps while abusing your cunt and ass with a toy a the same time? Tanning your tight taut ass cheeks, until the flesh was welted and red, strips of it weeping small trickles of blood onto your flesh until you had an orgasm tortured out of your soaking slit. he pondered aloud, stroking his chin. He looked over her as he spoke, as though genuinely considering everything he said, as though playing through it in his thoughts, or replaying it. Taking you somewhere, slapping you to the floor then holding you down with your face pressed to the ground with my foot. Once there you would be made to writhe in place while I jacked one off over your perfect form, splattering your clothes, your face, your hair, your flesh with gouts of hot thick cum. Then I'd make you lick up any that landed on the floor next to your face and beg for mercy while any witnesses simply jerked off or fingered themselves, rather than think about giving you aid. he chuckled slightly. Perhaps something more personal? Marking you with bites, forcing you to dress like a common slut? Hmmm, perhaps having you finger your own tight cunt and ass, begging me to fuck you while I watch you debase and defile your sweet flesh at my command... because to refuse would mean being as good as raped, then made to parade about dripping in cum while others filmed your degradation and put it online for a million eager cocks to jerk off to. he finished by reaching out a hand to grasp her tightly about her left arm. Powerful fingers tightened and squeezed her flesh as though she were a prisoner, kidnapped and ready to bow to his will. All that's just talk though, isn't it Willa? You need to be shown that I'm serious about what I'm telling you. You show up here, dressed like a rich escort waiting to service a client, a princess of sluts eager to earn her pay on the cock of some fat rich fuck who would cum in a minute and end you on your way. Instead you found me, a man who has been craving your flesh for too long, too long denied it. A man who, now that you are here, has everything he wants. he explained, as he span her around. His hand slid down her arm to her wrist, while her other wrist was taken by his free hand. Both were crudely and rudely shoved into the small of her back as she shoved her forwards, pushing her stomach into the back of the nearest couch. He gathered her wrists beneath one grasping palm, while the other slid over her ass cheek, squeezing at the tight firm globe, before his nails dug into the flimsy bikini bottom he encountered there. He fisted his hand about the rag of clothing, wrenching at it and snapping it free of her flesh, leaving her exposed from the waist down. From where they were located in the lounge it was easy to look ahead, or to the right, and see themselves reflected in the mirror panels which surrounded the bar and another row of cabinets to the side. He waited to catch her eye, either there or from a glance behind her as he bent her forwards over the back of the couch. Then he reached down and shoved his shorts lower. His erection springing out ot dominate the space between them. The long thick and hard rod of flesh pulsed with energy, its head a bulbous helm which dripped with pre cum. As it waved and twitched about splattering of his filthy fuck lube splashed against the back of her slender caves, then cooled her flesh as it ran down her skin. His shaft slapped against her bare naked ass cheeks, searing flesh against her pale skin leaving a faint red echo as it burned into the crease between her buttocks. Europe's a dangerous place for a girl to be travelling about by herself, all manner of things could happen to her. Your father must have been on the brink of raping you, or knowing that some fuck you mixed with back home was about to cave in and take you, in order for him to allow you to travel about by yourself. You're lucky you found me, you're lucky you came here. With your looks and breeding it would only have been a matter of time before you ended up in some whore house, servicing a thousand nameless cocks. Now you only have to deal with one. Mine. he growled, in an almost amused tone. As long as you remember who you are with, who you need to obey, well, you'll be getting everything you ever wanted in the brief moments in between being fucked that you will be experiencing. he explained, pinning her over the couch, bent at the waist as he kicked her ankles apart, leaving her unbalanced and with her heels barely touching the floor as he stood behind her. Still seeking eye contact whenever possible. Have you spent your time fucking boys who you told what to do, where to stick it, when to cum? Maybe you've spent your time with your nasty little cunt sealed up while you got your pleasure from cock sucking and ass fucking? Right now, Willa, you're with a man. Men don't wait to be asked or sit about waiting to be told, they take what they want. I'm taking you, you cock teasing little slut, and there's nothing you can do about it except moan and come. I've waited far too long to despoil and desecrate your tight youthful cunt and your viciously narrow ass, not to mention that sweet throat. he hissed. He moved the bikini bottoms to her wrists, loosely binding them, giving her enough wriggle room to get her hands free if she tried hard enough. I gave you an order. A simple instruction and I also told you what would happen if you failed to comply. The fact that you fell at the first hurdle makes me think this is just what you were after Willa. How about you? he growled. Do you think I'm going to fuck you now, in some impersonal display of power? Bent over this couch like a cheap whore? he continued, leering lust fuelled eyes burned with lust and passion as his gaze roamed over her. Powerful hands moved to her shoulders and rolled her over, so that the small of her back and bound wrists were pressed against the back of the couch, her body stretched out and leaning back over it as he looked down at her. No Willa. When I fuck you, I want you to e in no doubt about who is fucking you, I want you to be looking into the eyes of the man who took you, who took control of your wicked little cock tease of a body and gave you the fucking you've been asking for. he spoke with authority and in the tones of a god rather than a man. He reached down for her, his left hand moved to her tits, yanking aside her bikini top to expose her tiny perfectly sized breasts. Fingers and thumb sought out a nipple, squeezing it, rolling it, tugging on it until it distended and tugged free to snap back into place against her skin. His right hand sank between her thighs, two fingers splaying open her cunt lips while one sank into her gash three knuckles deep. His thumb moving to start a circular assault on her clit as he looked at her. Now, tell me, what do you think I'm going to do to you Willa? Am I just teasing? Am I going to et you go, apologise for my actions? Beg for forgiveness? Look into my eyes and tell me what I'm going to do, what is going to happen to you next. he demanded. Pre cum beaded on his cock head, dripping loose from the slit of his knob to fall onto her mound, his thumb gathering the fluid to massage into her hooded nub.