Page 26 of Just One Night
Ella
“Yes Sir. Please, Sir.” I cry out as a stinging swat lands on my ass, vibrating up to my clit. I shudder in pleasure as I feel the slickness between my legs, smirking when he lands another swat.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Knox asks as he shoves two fingers into my dripping pussy, his thumb into my ass.
“Yes, Sir.” I know he won't let me, but I answer honestly anyway.
“You know why you don't get to, right?” I smile against his thigh. Yes, I know why. And I fucking love it.
It's been a month since our one night together. One night I never expected to repeat. One night that changed me forever. Four days later, Knox changed everything. Because, Knox wanted more than one night. Seemed, in fact, he maybe wanted all my nights.
It started out just one night a week.
We negotiated. Agreed on terms. Lots of terms. Always at his place. Never overnight. I could text him all I wanted, and in fact, he demanded frequent sexts or photos of my tits or pussy, or all the above. But, I could not call him. Could not come to his work. Could not ask for more.
And, I didn't. Because, I didn't have to.
After a long day of negotiating, I went home a happy woman. I didn't know what I'd been seeking all these years. Why I had so blindly followed he-who-shall-not-be-named. Until I met Knox. Until one night with him when we both found what we had been looking for in one another.
I wanted someone to control me. Parts of me, at least. To show me how to let go and allow me to do just that. I wanted someone to be there to hold me after when it still stung or when it felt so good I could cry. Knox gave all of that to me without me even saying I needed it.
Knox needed someone to let him conquer them. Although we shared little our first night, our second night—the first time he took me home after I thought I'd never see him again—we shared plenty. About our painful childhoods, about how little we trusted others. I learned he was a wealthy man who had built something from nothing and had no intentions of sharing it with someone else.
I didn't want his money. Didn't want fancy dinners out or pretty presents. Any man could give any woman that. I wanted the one thing he gave me that no one else could. Freedom. The freedom I felt when he touched me, when he told me to feel good, when he told me to let go.
Which, he had told me to do during lunch today. Had demanded I call him and touch myself until I came, letting him listen while he was at a meeting. I tried. Really, I did.
A month ago, one photo of him was enough to get me rubbing one out with no shame. Now that I'd had the real thing, the photo he told me to use, of his cock dripping cum from that morning, didn't do it for me.
“Fuck I like pinking this ass of yours,” Knox grunts, rocking his hips so his cock hits my pussy, “Think you like to let me do it, too. You want my cock but that pussy didn't earn it.” Knox flips me on his lap, slamming me down on his cock without warning.
I cringe at the painful burn but adjust quickly enough. My back to his front, he wraps a hand around my throat as he starts pounding into my ass. I cry out with every thrust but I love the pain. Love the press of him somewhere so forbidden, the full feeling of him owning every part of me. Knox grunts, slipping three fingers inside me even though he knows that being filled that way will make me come.
“Don’t you come. Don't you fuckingdare. My pretty little slut doesn't come till I say so.” I nod, flushing at his filthy mouth which just makes me even hotter.
Today marks the third day this week he's brought me home. I never needed to ask for more because Knox took more from the very beginning. He took me home and kept me overnight our first night. Asked to see me later that same week. Breaking all the rules he had spent an entire day detailing to me.
Although, I really do my best to follow his rules.
No panties. No bra. Ever.
No other lovers. For him or for me.
Keep my phone on me at all times. He likes to be able to reach me.
I do whatever his texts ask whenever they ask them. Like yesterday when he told me to send him photos of the pretty pink plug he'd slid into my ass the night before. And the video he demanded of me fucking myself with it right after lunch. Or the one last week at three in the morning when he texted me and told me unlock my door and then get back in bed.
I did. And ten minutes later, he had a hand around my throat as he stuffed his cock in my mouth. He left right after, sending me images of myself covered in his cum.
Even though it's just supposed to be one night a week, I am to take lunch with him every single day. Even if he can't make it, I am to take a lunch break and eat while we talk. I never break that one because I look forward to it so much now. I could listen to him talk about his hotel empire all day. Sometimes, I do.
Knox was angry today. A designer backed out on a planned rehab in Atlantic City, one that he and his partner were excited for. During lunch, he was so angry when I couldn't come for him. After work, he showed up unexpectedly to pick me up. We'd spent the night together the day before, so I hadn't expected another night so soon.
Once I got in the car, he shoved me to my knees and slid his cock into my mouth. I made him come like a good girl, on the verge of an orgasm from watching him take his pleasure from me. Before I could, he bent me over his lap to spank me for not coming earlier.
Now, he's fucking me ruthlessly, seeking another orgasm before he'll even consider letting me come. I give him whatever he asks. Because I know, in the end, he will take care of me. He always does.
“You need to come when I tell you to, baby. I need you to come so I know I am taking care of you. Do I take good care of you, baby?” Knox slams me down, panting into my ear as he rubs a hand savagely against my clit.
