He had no soul - he made a pact with the devil . . . And she took it!
* * * * *
Fuckboy was on hands and knees, naked.
Held firmly in place by the steel ring that locked around his "weakness" and chained to the floor.
Her touch set off his trembling - Highness was in a mood tonight.
* * * * *
The board meeting didnt go as planned and Rachel had had it up to here with men fucking everything up! She knew she was right, they were just too stupid to see it!
* * * * *
"Did you miss me?"
She knelt in front of him and gently slicked through his hair . . . Methodically, like a florist atop a finished bouquet.
"Yes Highness" clearing his dry throat "very much"
He could feel her agitation in his blood.
"Sshhh, ok, ok . . . Be still" - a soft devils kiss on his cheek . . . She stood up -
"eyes down" she reminded over her shoulder as she made her way over to the dry bar.
* * * * *
Rachel was a strong woman. She knew what she had. "Pathetic little men!" She grinned in the mirror and smoothed her form fitting black skirt . . . admired her curves . . . and un-did the top button of her white blouse.
"Sexy, but not over the top . . . Yes indeed"
She gave herself an approving wink and poured a bourbon . . .
* * * * *
"Kiss" she extended her heel under his lowered face from her sprawl on the sofa.
He did as instructed . . . quickly and with ferver . . . "Again" she extended her other. . . ."good boy . . . "
Rachel propped her feet up on his back and let out an exhausted relief that the work day was over.
* * * * *
Fuckboy knew what the gentle tapping on his ass was - Highness's crop. It was her favorite. "Be still!" . . . The hot sting cut deep . . .
He steady himself and the trembling eased.
* * * * *
His body still - mind completely blank - He focused intently on her every sound, her breath . . . anticipating the sound of her getting up . . . time passed . . .
Ice rattled and the glass set down.
Rachel knelt before her subject - lifted his chin and gave him a sultry kiss on the lips. She knew he took it in as intended . . . A warning.
"Ssshhh . . .there there" his trembling returned as she brushed over his naked body, his sides, down his back. He began to shake violently when her hand found him there . . . his "weakness".
"oooh I know . . . sshhh . . . poor thing"
Her comforting words stirred an excited fear deep with-in him.
She sat back, laid down on the floor in front of him and hooked one leg over his back - the other - foot planted, knee bent. She brushed her hair back and let her arms fall lazily above her head. He didnt hear exactly what she went on about . . . Work.
He trembled . . . .
Her tone began to deepen . . . words became sharper . . . venomous . . .
His world carelessly displayed before his desperate eyes.
* * * * *
He had passed desire, identification, longing. He was an object - his only purpose was to please his Highness.
She was a sadist . . .
* * * * *
Her crop landed hard . . .
"Who's cock is this!?" . . . "Yours Highness!"
It landed harder . . .
"Who's ass is this!?" . . . "Yours Highness!"
again . . .
"What is your purpose!?" . . . "My only purpose is to please you Highness, to be used in any way you wish Highness! I am your fuckboy Highness!"
"What . . is . . your . . purpose!?"
He laboured out his recital . . . as she beat him swiftly and without mercy.
"Good boy . . . "
* * * * *
"Open!" She commanded, pulling his head back by his hair . . . Her tool pushing harder against his ass "yes Highness!" he pleaded "im trying" . . . She worked into him and started her rhythm. Fuckboy knew to surrender to this, her favorite release. He was chained - he had no choice . . . No choice but to take it until she was satisfied.
Her hips slapped hard against him . .
she dug her claws in . . .
"What . . .
Is . . . .
Your . . .
Purpose!? . . ."
Panting, sweat dripping . . . body convulsing.
His groaning had become stuttered whimpering
She was satisfied . . . . For now.
* * * * *
Continued . . . . ?
