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[Sensualista]

When Carson leaned forward, for an agonising moment she thought, she hoped, she feared he was going to kiss her. His tempting lips stopped shortly before hers as he told her what he thought she wanted. As she was listening to him, two things happened. Her pussy was getting undeniably wet and in her mind, maybe for the first time, she began to understand what she had been feeling.

A small bitter smirk started in Victoria's face as he had asked her to trust him.
"Are you serious? Trust you?", she managed hoarsely, her voice betraying her arousal. "Like the lamb should trust the wolf thats lusting for her?"

He had acknowledged his mistake and apologised, even promised never to do so again. He had sounded sincere, but how could she know that this was not another of his tricks?

Victoria's eyes met his, questing for the truth to his words. She saw arousal in his and the hint of tenderness. Did he care enough for her not to hurt her, to hold her if she let go? Could he hold her? Did she want him to?

"What if I can never come back", Victoria stifled a sob, unable to prevent her lip from quivering.

She took a deep breath. He had shown his cards. It was truth time.

"You already know the effect you have on me", Victoria whispered. "You've opened doors inside me to longings I don't understand. I dont know what it is about you that is driving me crazy, but I just can't...", she said, breaking into a quiet sob.

"You don't understand the terror I feel at what you suggest. Part of me wants to go there, wants to find out what you have awoken. And part of me wants to scream and run and never look back", Victoria continued, trying hard to hold back the tears.

"Yes, I want you. But how could I know that you wouldnt destroy me if I gave in..", she asked, her shiny green eyes wide, betraying her vulnerability.

"You say you can provide what I need. I don't even understand what that means..."

 

[frictional]

She was so vulnerable right now. So vulnerable and so beautiful. He could see the tears in her eyes, hear the catch in her voice. He knew he had shaken her to her core, terrified her.

Seeing her like this, so shattered and exposed, stirred something powerful and deep inside him, an almost animal desire. Richard wanted her, wanted her more than he’d ever wanted a woman before. He wanted to take her, and strip her naked, and hold her down, and fuck her. He wanted to mount her like and animal and thrust his hard cock inside her tight pussy until she begged him to make her come. He wanted to own her, to mark her, to take possession of her, to make her entirely his.

He knew that she was fragile. He knew that pressing her right now could horribly backfire, and destroy the tenuous bonds of trust between them. He knew that one wrong move could make her hate him. He knew all of these things, but he couldn’t help himself. He simply wanted her too much. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

He leaned forward and kissed her roughly on the mouth, cutting her abruptly off in mid-sentence. Startled, she tried to pull away, but his strong hands grabbed her shoulders preventing her escape. Her mouth was exquisite, her lips so warm and moist and full. He could smell her perfume, and underneath her perfume the seductive feminine scent of her skin. He kissed her until she stopped struggling, until he felt her shoulders relax and her mouth soften, until, just barely, she kissed him back.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he released her and they broke apart. Breathing heavily, she stared back at him from across the table. Her cheeks were bright red, her lipstick smeared. The look in her brilliant green eyes was unreadable. Was it fear? Lust? Relief? Anger? He honestly couldn’t tell.

“When I said I could give you what you need, that’s what I meant,” Richard said breathlessly. “That … and so much more."

 

[Sensualista]

Nothing could have ever prepared Victoria for the reality of his kiss. She had pictured it in her mind many times and yet even her most steamy, powerful imaginings were less than pale, shadowed reflections of the experience she was having right now.

His lips, sensuous, strong, demanding were igniting something deep inside her, so unfamiliar, so delicious, so frightening. There was not a single woman on the planet that could have been left cold by this kiss. If there was, it certainly wasn't Victoria.

His passion raced through her body, conquering any rational objection, any doubt, anything that was not the exquisite burning sensation of his kiss.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was strong, passionate, full of desire, battering against the feeble objections of her mind. His lips demanded her compliance and after having given everything she had to the struggle against him, against herself, Victoria had nothing more left to resist him with. Her surrender was total as her lips opened to allow him in.

The sweetness of her lips deepened the kiss. He had conquered and now he was savoring her like a fine, precious wine. Every nerve ending was on edge, tingling with the electric current that threatened to wash away everything she was.

After an eternity, his lips released her, his intense blue eyes looking at her.
Victoria was speechless. For a moment there was no room for even a single thought in her mind, still swimming with the intensity of his posessession.

"When I said I could give you what you need, that's what I meant. That and so much more...", his darkly seductive voice had caressed her, tempting him into the abyss before her.

Only a single sound escaped her soft, slightly parted lips: "Oh", she whispered. Part of her wanted to grab him by the shirt and pull him into another kiss...

He was still looking at her as reality came crashing down on her, followed closely by panic. If she stayed another minute, she would be lost. Lost beyond her ability to bring herself back.

"Damn you, Carson", she moaned. Driven by the adrenaline in her system andthe instinct of cornered prey, Victoria got up, turned and ran.
Ran out of the restaurant out onto the street and further. Everything was a blurr, she couldnt process or see anything, she just knew she had to get away from him, far far away from him.

When his strong arms grabbed her and pushed Victoria against a nearby shopwindow, her heart was beating. She was utterly helpless in his strong arms as his lips came to claim her again. She had tried. She had tried her best to get away. He had caught her. Now, faced with the onslaught of the passionate kiss once more, something within Victoria gave way. A dam of control, fear and discipline came crashing down, releasing her long held back passion. When her hands grasped his hair forcefully, she pulled him closer. Her lips were answering his as she was letting go, right here in his arms, Victoria Frost let go for the first time in her life and her own passion and the strength and urgency of her need surprised her...

 

[frictional]

When she bolted and ran, he hesitated only a moment. Then he was up out of his chair and after her, dashing out of the restaurant and into the street. She was already half a block away, running blindly. But his legs were longer, and she was in heels. He caught up with her in front of an empty storefront, grabbed her by the arm, spun her around. He used his weight advantage to push her back against the plate glass. Her body was so small compared to his. She couldn’t escape him, even if she wanted to, and the feeling of her delicate frame twisting and struggling against him only inflamed his passions further.

And then, suddenly, she was kissing him. Kissing him deeply and passionately, her lips open, her tongue inside his mouth, eagerly darting. He kissed her back, hard and desperate, not holding back at all, pouring all of his pent-up desire into it. Her body melted against his, soft and compliant, a delicious surrender. The whole length of her was pressed against him, her breasts crushed against his muscular chest, her hips rubbing against his, her thighs trembling. His cock was rock hard. He knew that she must be able to feel it pressing against her through his trousers, knew that she must know exactly how badly he wanted her.

He took her into his arms as they kissed, running his hands over her small body, savoring her. Her delicate shoulder blades, the delicious curve of the small of her back, her pert little bottom. He cupped her ass in both hands, growling as he did so, and she whimpered in response, kissing him harder and deeper, grinding her hips against him. He slid one hand up under her suit jacket, laying claim to her breasts, his fingers teasing the hard points of her nipples where they poked through the heavy fabric of her blouse.

Victoria moaned and broke off the kiss. She stared up at him, breathing hard, eyes half-lidded as though she were in a trance, full lips slightly open. Even in the dim light of the street lamp the look of desire on her face was undeniable.

“I want you, Victoria,” Richard said, his voice hoarse with arousal. “I want to take you, and I want to fuck you.”

He glanced around. This was insane. They were right out on the open street. He could see car lights moving in the distance. Prudence demanded that he at least suggest that she come back to his house. But he was far past prudence at this point. Grabbing her by the wrist, he dragged her roughly into the shop’s recessed doorway.

 

[Sensualista]

There was no room in her mind for more than one single thought - more. More. The insatiable hunger was violently taking hold of her body, urging her closer to his, meeting his passion in equal measure. His fire was melting through whatever was holding her up. She had let go, really let go and nothing but his strong arms and the shopfront window were holding her up as she surrendered herself to the wild storm of sensations that was the glorious Richard Carson.

Victoria could feel his lips burning hers, his tongue pushing forth, claiming, owning her mouth. His hands were all over her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Each touch, each movement, each breath further added to the ferocious desire in her body. The desperation of her need for him made her whimper. Her nipples were screaming out for his attention, threatening to pierce through her blouse with their hardness. He seemed to hear and when his strong hands found them, the feelings of delight streaming through her body almost made Victoria faint.

"I want to take you and I want to fuck you", his sexy voice, laden with desire said hoarsely. His words were connecting right with her sex. Oh yes, Please!

When he finally pushed her into the recessed door of the empty shop, Victoria couldnt even object. She didnt notice, didn't care where they were. All she knew was she needed him, needed him right now.

Her small hand found his rock hard erection and a gasp escaped her as she felt the considerable size of his manhood. She stroked him through his trousers for a few moments, until her patience ran out. Her fingers were now fumbling with his fly, trying to set him free in a feverish state of lusty urgency. When he finally sprang free from his confinement, Victorias silky hands caressed him, stroked him, spurred on by his hoarse moans in her ears.

His hands had already opened her jacket and blouse, exposing her black, lacy balconette bra and were now busy lifting up her skirt, exposing the tops of her shiny sand colored stockings, held up by delicate lacy suspenders in the same color.

Victorias hands stretched out behind her along the slick surface of the glass doors, supporting herself against the door. One slender leg bent at the knee, her grey heels against the door, displaying her beautiful silhouette to perfection.

When his hands found her sex, she moaned loudly, her desperate need for him painfully obvious.

"Please", she implored. "Please", pulling him closer towards her.

 

[frictional]

The eagerness with which she grabbed his cock surprised and thrilled him. Up until now, Victoria been so reserved, so reluctant, that he’d assumed that no matter what happened between them that he would be the aggressor. To have her suddenly turn the tables and take charge was astounding. She worked him hard and fast, grinding the heel of her palm into his thick erection. In an instant she had him unzipped, and pulled him out into the cool night air. Richard gasped at the sudden sensation his bare cock in her hand.

She looked him straight in the eye and began jerking him off. There was no uncertainty in her expression now, only raw lust. Moaning, Richard fumbled with the buttons to her high-necked blouse, untucking it from her skirt, tearing it open. Her tits were as gorgeous as he had imagined, full and perky, barely contained by her lacy black bra. He pulled the cups down, exposing her pink nipples. They were standing straight up, as thick as the tip of his pinky, begging to be sucked. Richard ravenously took one into his mouth, and Victoria clenched her teeth in ecstasy, her breath escaping in a long shuddering hiss.

Meanwhile, his hands were busy with her skirt. Grabbing it with both hands, he rucked it up around her waist, exposing her skimpy black panties. Letting go of his throbbing cock, she leaned back against the locked shop door, spreading her arms wide, offering herself to him. He worked a hand down inside her panties, down through the tidy tangle of her bush, down to the slippery wetness of her sex. His fingers teased across her swollen, tender lips.

“Please,” she implored. “Please.”

He eased two fingers up inside her, hooking her like a fish. Victoria groaned, rising up on her toes, grinding her crotch against his hand. His thumb found the hard nugget of her clit, flicked back and forth across it. She howled like an animal in heat.

“Tell me what you want,” Richard growled. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you … oh God … I want you to fuck me. Please.”

He moved his fingers faster. She was writhing in ecstasy. His mouth was right next to her ear. She could feel his hot breath on her exposed neck.

“Do you want my hard cock inside your tight wet pussy?” he whispered, hoarse and urgent.

She nodded, biting her lip. Her expression practically begging him.

“Do you want me deep inside you? Do you want me to fill you up?”

She nodded harder. Pleading.

Richard smiled. He grabbed the crotch of her panties and yanked it roughly to one side, exposing her sopping cunt. His strong hands took hold of her trembling thighs, and he lifted her bodily into the air, spreading her wide open. She hooked her arms around his neck, but she didn’t need to. He was so strong he held her up effortlessly.

The bobbing head of his cock found her desperate hole. Slowly he eased her down, penetrating her inch by inch, his amazing thickness opening her up, filling her, claiming her. One of her shoes fell from her stockinged foot, hitting the sidewalk with a clatter. Richard let out a long shuddering groan. He took a step forward for balance, and Victoria’s shoulder blades banged against the shop door.

“Jesus,” he moaned. “You’re so … oh God … you’re so tight and wet and good ….”

His hips were moving, thrusting up into her, thrusting his whole rigid length all the way up inside her. His strong hands gripped her thighs tight, controlling the rhythm. Her hair broke free from her chignon, spilling loose and golden across her shoulders. She rode along with him, pumping her hips, urging him deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

 

[Sensualista]

Victoria hadnt really known what she had pleaded for. She just knew she needed something desperately and she also knew he could give it.

His mouth on her nipples had almost made her cum from the intense ecstasy. What was he doing to her?

When he pushed two fingers into her wetness, Victoria moaned. Yes, that's what she wanted, him inside her. Her hips ground back against him, trying to take as much sensation as she could to quench the burning need inside. It wasnt enough. She needed more. Her big eyes looked up at him, imploring him to give her what she needed.

"Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it", his husky voice demanded, his fingers on her clit slowing down.

Victoria had always been shy and restrained when it came to "dirty talking", how could she tell him what she wanted so badly. Her lustful trance helped her to overcome inhibitions she might have otherwise had.

"I want you... Oh god... I need you to fuck me", she responded, her head rolling from side to side, her hips bucking at him, her back arched so her gorgeous tits were on enticing display.

"Please", she said again. She might go crazy if he didnt take her now.
Her hands grabbed his head, pulling him into a kiss that let him know the true depth of her desire for him. It seemed he understood, as he effortlessly lifted her up, spreading her legs wide. She held onto him, but she needn't have bothered.

When his thick cockhead teased her opening, Victoria gasped, holding a breath. This was really going to happen. When he lowered her slowly onto himself, Victoria's eyes closed. "Oh my god", she moaned, as his thick member entered her. "Oh my fucking god, yes".

He was stretching her to the delicious edge between pleasure and pain, her pussy clearly unaccustomed to such prowess.
When he had made her take everything he had, he paused for a moment, his eyes seeking hers before kissing her sweet lips again. His hips now started moving and Victoria's world narrowed to the experience of her pussy. He felt so good inside her, unbelievably good. Sex had never been like this before, passionate, urgent, filled with need.

"More", she whispered breathlessly, "please more".

He obliged her by picking up the rhythm, his arms on her hips controlling every aspect of their fuck. Victoria loved the delicious feeling of femininity she felt when she surrendered her body to his, her softness opening to allow his ravishing hardness to have its way with her.

Each stroke of his wonderful cock was accompanied by her moans, which became louder and more desperate as he rode her.

"Oh, Richard", she whispered, using his name for the first time. "Oh, my god, Richard", she moaned, her eyes wide.

"Yes, baby, that's it. I want to see you cum for me", his seductive voice urged.

He was going to make her cum all over his big cock, right here out on the street, like the wanton whore she was turning out to be for him. The thought of someone seeing them pushed her over the edge. Her head leaned back as her orgasm washed through her. Victoria's tiny cunt was furiously milking him with the contractions of her violent release, threatening to pull him with her.

 

[frictional]

Richard stared at her in amazement, his thoughts thoroughly jumbled, his mind delirious from the primal intensity of fucking her. He flashed on a memory of her standing in the courtroom just a few hours before– so prim and professional in her tidy gray suit, so tightly controlled, so supremely self-possessed: Ms. Victoria Frost, attorney-at-law, J.D. summa cum laude, Harvard Law. The contrast between that woman, and the wanton creature he held in his arms couldn’t have been more striking. The aloof and intellectual Ms. Frost had utterly vanished, replaced by this ravenous half-naked slut, this creature of pure instinct and desire.

Her blonde hair was wild and disheveled, her pretty tits bouncing enthusiastically as she rode his cock right in the middle of a public street. All Ms. Frost’s clever words, all her cunning legal stratagems, all of her sophistication and dignity – all of that had been cast aside and forgotten in the face of her overpowering, insatiable need, her need to be penetrated, her need to be filled, her need to be fucked and used and taken.

Richard was fucking her and using her and taking her. My God! He’d never felt anything like this before. The feelings of dominance that were flooding his body were nearly overwhelming. He was so much stronger than she was. She was so small and weak in his muscular arms. His cock felt enormous – thick and tight and engorged with blood – and her pussy was so slick and warm. He was claiming her, owning her, slamming into her as hard and as deep into her as he wanted, not even thinking about holding back.

She was close to coming. He could sense it. He could see it in her face and feel it in the way that her body was tensing.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it. I want to see you cum for me.”

That did it. The orgasm ripped through her body. She threw her head back in a long silent shudder. Her cunt pulsed around him and he thrust as deep as he could inside her, embedding himself to the hilt. With a deep growl, his own orgasm hit. His cock throbbed and a huge jet of cum sprayed from the tip, flooding her swollen pussy to overflowing, oozing out around his still-pistoning shaft to splatter on the dirty sidewalk between his feet.

“O fuck …,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “Oh God … oh fuck … oh Victoria … oh God … oh fuck … oh fuck ….”

His orgasm finished with a deep, full-body shudder. Breathless and stunned, he held her trembling body. She was still deeply impaled on his cock, her breasts heaving, her green eyes dazed. What had just happened? What had they just done? He’d wanted her so badly, but he had never dreamed that it would play out like this.

Flexing his biceps, he lifted her up off his cock. A fresh gush of cum poured out of her open hole, long ropy strands contributing to the growing puddle between the toes of his shoes. Gently he set her back down on her feet, taking care to avoid any stray splashes of cum. Victoria wobbled on her single remaining heel, trying to keep her stockinged foot up off the sidewalk. Richard reached out to steady her.

“You are … amazing,” he said softly.

 

[Sensualista]

Victoria's mind was in a post-coital haze. The orgasm she had just experienced had just redefined the term "orgasm". Fuck. Whoever knew that sex could be so intense? Her body felt deliciously used after the unbridled assault by Richard Carson's formidable cock and yet she felt almost ready to do it again. He had certainly taken no prisoners. Spurred on by her mindnumbing orgasm, he had cum himself, shooting an enormous load of his seed into her milking cunt.

The way he had said her name, like a prayer to the sex gods as he had let go. It had been fucking powerful, her now well-used pussy twitching in her aftershocks, deliciously stimulated by burst after burst of his cum.

Victoria was leaning against the fateful shop entrance, his sperm running out of her onto the pavement. She had lost a shoe in the heat of the moment, which she was now looking to reclaim. As she found and replaced her grey stilleto on her slender foot, reality came crashing down on her like a breaking tsunami wave.

What had she done? She was in an empty shop entrance way, only slightly recessed from an actual road. Who knows how many people drove by and saw her get fucked like a 5 Dollar whore right here on the streets. All of her judgements came back at once with a vengence. She was a slut. She was just like her mother, unable to control herself when it came to men. Well, not exactly men, plural, but Richard bloody Carson, singular. She had totally lost herself in the moment, her desire beyond anything she could now understand.

Had she begged him to fuck her? Oh my god. She was so fucking stupid. A playboy like him likely did this kind of thing three times a week, each time with a different woman, but in her world, this kind of thing simply did not happen. Correction: had not happened before she met him.

The ice queen was certainly worse for wear but she was back. Victoria did her best to straighten her outfit, undoing her half-gone chignon, so her long blonde waves were just loosely falling around her face. "Breathe in, breathe out, Frost and just get your ass home", she sneered at herself.

"You are...amazing", Carson said in an almost tender voice. How could she ever look him in the eyes again after she had been such a needy, wanton slut for him? "Just pretend you do this all the time, Frost. No need to embarrass yourself".

His voice and words were threatening to unhinge her again. Whether she would have flown into a rage, broken into tears or kissed him lovingly, Victoria did not know. She only knew she had to get the hell out of here before she found out.

Victoria straightened, as she looked at him. His smile seemed genuine, but Victoria was determined. As gracefully as a freshly fucked woman with questionable make-up could, she walked to the curb and raised her arm. She needed to get a taxi home. Who knew what she would do if she was alone again with him in his car. One thing she knew,she couldn't let herself find out, no matter how much a part within her was screaming its need for him in her life.

 

[frictional]

His cum was still dripping from her freshly fucked pussy when Richard saw the first flicker of panic cross her face. He saw the shame and horror set in as she realized what had just happened, what they’d done. Face anguished, hands fluttering, she clutched her blouse closed over her bare breasts, yanked her skirt back down where it belonged, covering her nakedness.

His cock was out, rudely jutting half-hard out of his trousers, still shiny from being inside her. Stung by her sudden modesty, he tucked it back in his pants, and zipped himself up. He ran his fingers awkwardly through his hair, unsure what he should say next. “Thank you?” “I’m sorry?” “I love you”? For once in his life, Richard Carson was at a loss for words.

And then, as she hurriedly rearranged her disheveled clothes, Richard saw her face go very still. It was like watching a mask descend. Her jaw was set, and her lips were pressed together in a thin, hard line. She stared off into the distance, refusing to meet his eye. She carefully finished buttoning her blouse, neatly tucked it back into her skirt, and marched past him to the curb. His heart fell.

“You’ll … you’ll never get a cab here,” he stuttered. “Let me call you an Uber.”

Before she could object his had his phone out, tapping the app.

She stood silently, head held high, looking pointedly away from him. Whether she was ashamed of herself or disgusted with him, he couldn’t tell. He felt a pang. He had wanted her, but not like this.

“There was a car on the next block,” He said, putting his phone away. “It should be here in a minute. Just tell the driver where you want to go.”

She didn’t respond. He took a deep breath.

“Victoria ... I want you to know that what happened between us … will stay between us.” Richard said. “I’m many things, Ms. Frost, but I’m not a scoundrel. We had dinner, we chatted about business, we said goodbye. As far as anyone else is concerned, that’s all that happened tonight. And I’ll understand completely if you never want to see me again. I promise I won’t bother you, and I’ll stay out of your way as much as professionally possible. I can’t undo what happened, but I can minimize the fallout.

The lights of a car appeared up the street. The Uber was arriving.

“However,” Richard continued, adjusting his tie. “I stand by what I said back in the restaurant. You’re an amazing woman, Ms. Frost, and I want you. I want you in a way I’ve never wanted another woman before. I think the two of us together could be … incredible.”

The car was only a few feet away. It was slowing down, pulling up to the curb.

“But I’m not going to argue the point with you, or try to convince you. I think we both know that you’re far too skillful a debater for that. If you do decide you want to see me, you know how to reach me. And if you don’t ….”

The car came to a stop. Richard turned on his heels and walked away.

“And if you don’t ... goodbye, Ms. Frost.”

 

[Sensualista]

I give in. Victoria had typed these same words many times over the last two months, addressed to the man, who, despite her very best efforts, she couldnt seem to forget. She had never sent the email and she wasn't sending it today. Instead, it went into her draft folder.

***

That fateful night when she had walked away, she had hoped to leave Richard Carson and the part of her he had unleashed far far behind.

"I want you in a way I have never wanted another woman before. I think the two of us together could be ...incredible", his seductive voice had enticed her, threatening to pull her back into the abyss she had just pulled herself out of with a supreme effort of will. She wanted to, she wanted to more fiercely than she had ever wanted anything in her life, but she couldn't.

Eyes on the street, she saw her uber arriving.

"And if you dont... Goodbye Ms. Frost", he had added with a much softer voice before turning around, walking away from her, tearing of piece of her apart and taking it with him, leaving only the longing and the emptiness.

Victoria darted into the car, giving her home address. She could still feel him inside her, his touch, his presence, his essence lingering, surrounding her, driving her crazy. In the safety of the backseat of the sedan, Victoria started to sob. Uncontrollable, heartwrenching sobs flowed through her as her heart and mind were breaking into a million pieces.

"Are you ok, Miss? Is there anything I can do", the driver asked with genuine concern.

"I, I am fine, thanks. Please just get me home", she had replied under tears.
Ten minutes later she was closing the door of her apartment, her slender form collapsing against the door, sliding down to the floor, tears streaming down her face.

How had this all happened? This wasn't like her at all. The burning intensity of her own desire, of her need frightened her. How could she ever come back from that?

***

Sleep proved no escape from her confusion and from Richard Carsons demanding embrace. She met him there in her dreams, every night, waking covered in sweat, her pussy sopping wet, her body crying out in need for him. It was driving her crazy.

Victoria tried everything she could think of to get her mind off Carson. She buried herself in work, arriving first and leaving last every day at the office, until her eyes showed the strain of too many sleepless nights. Even in her competitive field of long hours, her supervising partner noticed.

"Take a day off, Ms. Frost. You've been doing great work here, but I am concerned you are burning yourself out", Myers had said to her one day, whilst passing in the corridor. Even giving herself no more than a few hours of sleep each night couldnt stop the dreams from happening. Only her exhaustion grew. This wasnt working.

In the second month after event X, Victoria started taking it easier at work. She started calling back some of the men, who had given her their numbers. Maybe a different kind of distraction would work where law alone failed her. She started dating a number of guys, desperate to try and forget the strong hands, the huge cock that were driving her insane. Neither the neurosurgeon nor the investment banker did anything for her. Yes, they were attractive and successful, great catches in so many ways, but Victoria simply couldn't get herself to care about either one of them.

Then there was the much older property tycoon, Alec Croft. He had a reputation as a bit of a ruthless asshole and womaniser, which gave Victoria hope. If she could feel even a trace of what she had experienced with Carson with anyone else, there would be still be hope for her to be able to move the fuck on.

Victoria was dressed in a figure hugging, long black dress. The sides were slit, so that with every step she took her long, slender legs were showing in their black stockings, set off to their full advantage by her 4 inch, black stilleto heels. The designer dress showed quite a bit of cleavage and her golden hair was flowing loosely around her pretty face. She hadn't been able to wear a chignon again after that night.

Alec had invited her to the symphony. His black limousine was waiting outside for her and Victoria didn't hesitate, emboldened by the courage of the desperate. "Showtime, Frost." This was their second date and so far, except for a few touches here and there, Croft had acted like a gentleman.

The tycoon was waiting in his limousine, paying her a compliment. His hand found her thigh, his presence commanding, his hand demanding. Croft certainly had power, it surrounded him like a personal fragrance. He also was a man used to getting what he wanted, sure of himself, confident, cocky even. A part of Victoria responded to that, but ihis effect on her was nothing compared to what she had experienced in Richard Carson's arms. At least it was something. She couldn't give up hope yet.

Victoria needed to give this a go. As they exited the limousine, Croft put a hand on the small of her back, almost in the same place where Carson had touched her on their way into the litte Italian restaurant. Victoria shuddered in rememberance of that night. The night that had changed her so completely. She was trying to claw herself back from the brink she had met that day, so far with no success.

Victoria and Croft went into the symphony house together. He gestured for two glasses of champagne, when she saw him. Richard Carson, here, with another woman. She was attractive, maybe early thirtees, with long raven hair, wearing an indecently revealing floor length red dress. Victoria couldn't help the stab she felt in her heart as she saw him laugh at her jokes, his hand on her waist. Nor could she help the dampness in her pussy as her eyes took in his manly shape, fetchingly displayed to its full perfection in a black tuxedo. What had she expected?

When his eyes found hers, his normally calm and collected face, for a split second showed an emotion. She couldnt work out what it was, but for just a moment, seeing her pierced the calm facade of Mr. Carson.

"Oh, there is my lawyer", Croft said, waving at Richard, pushing Victoria towards the one man she had been trying to avoid for the last month and a half with everything she had. Couldn't a girl catch a break? The universe had to be kidding, bringing her here to run into him after they had managed to avoid each other in court. Leaning heavily on her steely determination, Victoria managed to put one foot in front of the other, moving towards Carson. It was the first time they had seen each other since that night and Victoria's heart was beating faster.

"Hey, Richard, how are you doing? I'd like you to meet someone. This is the gorgeous Victoria Frost, Victoria, this is the infamous Richard Carson, lawyer extraordinaire", Croft introduced them with a cheerful voice.

"We have met", Carson and Frost said in one voice. Oh boy, had they met.

 

[frictional]

It was like he was going through withdrawal.

In the days and weeks after he’d walked away from her, Victoria was constantly on his mind. He went to bed thinking about Victoria Frost, and he woke up thinking about Victoria Frost. He relived their encounter in the doorway a thousand times, until the memory of it was seared in his brain. He could remember the tiniest things about her in exquisite detail – the precise curve of her hips, the specific angle of her collarbones, the exact shade of green of her eyes. He remembered the freckle just above her left nipple, the catch in her voice when she whispered “more”, the musky scent of her perfume, the salty taste of her naked skin.

He remembered her pussy. My God, did he remember her pussy. He remembered the glorious feeling of being buried deep inside her, so hot and wet and tight. He remembered how her cunt had contracted when she’d come, milking him, pushing him over the edge as well.

But it wasn’t just her body that he missed. It was her mind as well. He missed her sharpness, her wit, her enticing prickliness. His missed the thrill of battling her in court, and the thrill of chasing after her. Now that she was gone, everything felt flat and dull.

He kicked himself a thousand times for walking away from her. He played over a hundred different scenarios in his mind. What could he have said differently? What could he have done differently? None of his scenarios led anyplace good. He had made the offer, but it had to be her decision. She had to want to be with him. He couldn’t have forced her, and if he tried, it would have ruined everything.

No, better to leave it. Better to walk away like he did.

For the first week he checked his phone every five minutes. Waiting for a text from her, an email, a call. Nothing. He dialed the first digits of her number half a dozen times before cancelling the call. No. Don’t be stupid, Richard. You made your decision. Stick with it.

It was a month before he even considered seeing someone else.

* * *

He’d known Rachel Roth for years. They’d met through a friend of a friend, a rare book dealer. She was the editor of a small press – radically left-wing, outrageously bohemian. Against all odds they’d been attracted to each other. She thought he was contemptable. He thought she was unstable. They’d had a brief fling shortly after they’d met that had consisted of roughly equal parts screaming and fucking.

But then, after they’d broken up, they’d developed a strange sort of friendship. He’d helped her a few times with legal advice. She’d put him in touch with some fringy people he never would have met otherwise. They didn’t really like each other, but they respected each other. And each of them enjoyed having the other as their dirty, little secret.

He had dinner with her a month after the incident with Victoria.

“What’s wrong with you?” she’d asked as he walked into the restaurant. “Have you finally started feeling guilty for your many crimes?”

He laughed, and shook his head. “It’s a woman.”

“She dumped you, huh?”

“No, I dumped her.”

“Poor Richard. You want to tell me about it?”

He didn’t, and he didn’t. But she was a good distraction. She let him fuck her that night, more out of pity than anything else. The whole time he was inside her, he was thinking about Victoria.

“It’s not very flattering, you know.” Rachel said as they were lying in bed afterwards. “You thinking about her while you’re screwing me.”

“You could tell?”

“Of course I could tell. Don’t worry, it’s not like I care about you.”

Rachel, more than anything, seemed amused by his predicament. They fell into a pattern. He’d take her to expensive places and she’d sneer at them. Afterwards they’d go back to her little apartment and fuck. It wasn’t satisfying, but it did take his mind off Victoria. Mostly.

* * *

The symphony was a fluke. He’d been given the tickets by a client. Of course he invited Rachel. Of course she said yes.

They were standing in the lobby when it happened. Rachel was busy pointing out the men in the crowd she thought were suffering from erectile dysfunction.

“Him … him … oh definitely him ….”

Richard laughed. “You can’t tell that just from looking at their faces.”

“I can! There’s a sad desperation around their eyes. It’s obvious if you know what to look for.”

Richard turned to follow Rachel’s gaze. And froze.

She was here. Victoria. Was. Here. She was standing by the door, looking amazing, a glass of champagne in her hand. Her hair was loose, a golden cascade spilling over her shoulders. She was wearing a slinky black dress that clung to her body like paint. She was looking in his direction, and their eyes briefly met. So much emotion in that one glance. Two month’s worth of pent-up desire and longing flicked across his face before he caught himself and remembered where he was.

She was with someone. My God. She was with Alec Croft! What the hell! A chill fell over his heart. So that’s how it was. Victoria had needed a dominant man in her life and she’d certainly found one. Fucking Alec Croft. Jealousy swirled in his gut. What the hell was wrong with her? She’d run away from him just so she could hang on the arm of this sleazy asshole?

Rachel was looking at him oddly. She knew something was up. Croft was coming over, dragging Victoria with him. Tamping down his rage and disappointment, Richard composed his features into his signature insouciant smile.

"Hey, Richard, how are you doing? I'd like you to meet someone. This is the gorgeous Victoria Frost, Victoria, this is the infamous Richard Carson, lawyer extraordinaire."

“We’ve met,” they said in unison.

“We were on opposite sides of a civil case a few months ago,” Richard added quickly. “Ms. Frost … defeated me quite handily.”

“And who is your lovely companion?” Alec said, looking at Rachel.

“This is Rachel … Rachel Roth. Rachel, this is Alec Croft, one of my clients.”

“Charmed,” Rachel said coolly, extending her gloved hand.

 

[Sensualista]

Hearing his voice again, being in his presence, Victoria's knees went weak. She faltered a little in her step, luckily Alec was standing just in the right place where his strong frame supported her as she seemed to lean in to him.

How could she be so affected by a man, who had clearly moved onto something better with such ease. Victoria bit her lip, trying to find some trace of composure deep inside. She was sure Carson hadn't lost any sleep over her, a thought that painfully tore on her heart.

Alec smiled sardonically. He had met Miss Frost before her time with Carson and, doing his usual due dilligence had had her followed by a PI. Her flawless behaviour had bored him, until the day she met Richard Carson. He had then seen the fire and the spirit that he just couldnt help himself needing to break.

Dominance could be expressed in different ways and Alec had more of a taste for pain, for breaking a partner rather than teasing out a willing surrender. He had been patient so far, after all she was such a delicious little plum, just waiting to be plucked. He couldnt wait to have her in his dungeon, strung up, helpless, begging for the mercy that would never come. He imagined standing there, taking his belt off and whipping her until she screamed, cried, begged. Then he would use her. Every delicious part of her, over and over again. Something in his pants was starting to stir as his hand was closing around Victoria's waist.

Victoria hardly noticed anything around her, except for him. Her eyes glanced up at Carson, unable to help herself. Had she seen his eyes tightening? It would be too much to hope that he cared what she did or didnt do. That woman next to him was gorgeous, clearly the calbiber of companion he was used to. Jealousy gripped her like a vice as she subconsciously shot Ms. Roth a venomous glance. Unfortunately, Roth saw, answering with a mysterious smile.

The symphony was starting and Victoria, like in a trance, allowed Alec to guide her to his first rate seats. The piece was beautiful but heartwrenching. It seemed the lonely violin was lamenting a lost love and Victoria couldnt help the tears that were starting to flow. She managed to hold back the sobs, but the tears never stopped until the break.

"I didnt know you had such a love for the symphony. Otherwise I would have taken you before", Croft said, his voice a little softer. He loved classical music and as a fact anything that required exceptional skill.

"It was just so achingly beautiful", Victoria whispered. She dabbed the tears away, but her eyes betrayed what had occurred, at least they would to a skilled observer like Richard Carson.

Back out in the lobby she was sipping another glass of champagne, alone, Croft being off somewhere to take a phone call, when she felt a shudder go through her body. When she glanced up, there, across the room he was, his intense blue eyes on her. In a split moment she saw desire, so raw and powerful and yet so full of pain that it took her breath away. Neither of them could look away.

Victoria's heart beat faster, her breath quicker and more shallow as her body let her know that the drug of its choice was oh so near. He came over towards her. Oh god, he was coming towards her. Victoria's body leaned against the wall, trying to borrow some of its strength. Her treacherous body seemed to sing as the object of her desire, the man filling her dreams was standing in front of her.

"Hi", she whispered, subconsciously exposing her neck to him, her nipples hard and her mind and body almost too soft to hold her upright.

 

[frictional]

Victoria and Alec were just barely out of earshot when Rachel exploded.

“My God, that was her, wasn’t it?” she said in stage whisper. Her expression was bouncing back and forth between incredulity and glee.

Richard sighed. “Yes … that was her.”

She watched the other couple walk away.

“Not bad. I can see why she did a number on you. That blonde hair, that perky little nose, those tits … she’s exactly your type.”

“Can we please not do this?”

Rachel smirked at his discomfort. “Oh we’re definitely going to do this. It’s too delicious not to. But … later.”

She hooked his arm through hers.

“We don’t want to miss the overture, do we?”

* * *

Richard sat through the first movement silently fuming. He could accept that Victoria wasn’t interested in him, that he’d been mistaken by the chemistry that he thought he’d felt between them. But to see her with Alec Croft was intolerable. The man was an abusive creep. Richard was very familiar with the type of woman Croft attracted – he’d helped the man extract himself from legal trouble caused by his former mistresses more than once. “The Broken Dolls” as Richard referred them when Croft wasn’t around. Pretty young things with emotional problems who mistook Croft’s abuse for caring. Women so desperate for attention from a powerful man that they would put up with his cruelty to get it.

He never would have thought that Victoria would have fit into that category. But there she was, draped over Croft’s arm, looking like a cheap whore. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. What an idiot he’d been. He thought he’d seen something in her. Something special, something magical. But in the end she’d turned out to be just another messed-up girl willing to spread her legs for anyone who treated her rough.

Fuck that. He was better off without her.

* * *

At the intermission Rachel abandoned him in the lobby.

“I’m going to pee,” she said unceremoniously, slipping away into the crowd.

Richard looked around, trying to find the bar. He badly needed a drink.

But instead, his eyes fell on Victoria. She was standing all alone, on the far side of the lobby, no sign of Croft. My God, she looked gorgeous. All of the resolve that he’d felt as he’d whipped himself into a fury during the performance seemed to crumble away. He knew he should turn, melt into the crowd before she noticed him, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. My God, how he wanted her! And at the same time he hated himself for doing so.

She glanced up and saw him. Their eyes met. What was the look he saw in her eyes? Was it longing? Was it possible that she was still attracted to him? Then why hadn’t she called him? And why was she seeing Alec Croft?

Automatically, his feet carried him across the room to her. It took all his willpower to manage a casual smile.

“Hi.”

There was a slight flush to her cheeks, and her full, red lips were slightly open. Her pale skin was creamy against the velvety black of her gown. She was breathing quickly, and … sweet Jesus … he realized that her nipples were hard, poking seductively through the dark, silky fabric.

Against his will, Richard’s cock stirred. Dammit, why did she have to look so good?

“Hello, Ms. Frost,” he said, struggling to keep his voice as even as possible. “I see you’ve found someone to give you what you need after all.”

 

[Sensualista]

The conflict within Victoria intensified with every step Carson took towards her. Part of her wanted to run away and avoid this man, who was draining her willpower like a devilishly handsome kryptonite. Another part, getting stronger the closer he came, wanted to wrap her arms around him, kiss him passionately and just let her body have what it so desperately demanded.

His smile was casual as he greeted her. "Hello Ms. Frost", Victoria's breath caught, she wanted to hear him say her name, her first name. She remembered the way he had moaned it as he came, like a prayer on his lips, so sexy, so seductive.

"I see you've found someone to give you what you need after all."

Victoria's eyebrow raised. Did she hear an edge of sharpness in his silky voice?
"You mean Alec? I wouldn't exactly say that... I have just found him a little bit of a more manageable companion for the sake of my sanity than some of my other options", she said with a husky laugh. Was she flirting with him? "Don't go down that road again, Frost", she pleaded with herself.

Something about what she had just said had clearly taken Richard by surprise. Did he suspect that Croft was nothing but a distraction for her? That she was desperately trying to get over the man in front of her, who turned out to be her own personal brand of heroine, addictive and oh so impossible to give up?

"It seems so have you. I hope the two of you are very happy together", Victoria managed, keeping all but the slightest trace of bitterness from her voice. "She is gorgeous and the two of you look great together".

Her large green eyes were looking into his, intensely blue, searching the answer to her unspoken question.

A sharp clearing of a male throat behind her startled Victoria out of her reverie for Carson. "I was looking for you, sweetheart", Alec's voice said darkly, an edge of danger veiled in velvet. "I would like a word with you in private", he said with a smile, nodding to Carson as he took Victoria's outstretched hand. Only when they were out of sight did he grab her roughly by the wrist and pulled her with him. Victoria wasn't sure how to respond.

"You are hurting me", she complained, trying to resist as he dragged her towards the washrooms. Without another word or any care for her discomfort, he pulled her into the large disabled toilet and locked the door behind them.

Fear gripped Victoria as she saw his face, his eyes so cold yet so full of rage. This man was dangerous, really dangerous. His strong hand struck her face hard, leaving a ringing in her ears as she tasted a metallic trickle of her own blood.

She was stunned. Noone had ever hit her before. Not her parents, not anyone.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, grabbing me like this and then you drag me in here and hit me? What kind of a scumbag hits a woman", Victoria asked hotly, instinctively drawing on her rage to overpower the feeling of helplessness and fear that threatened to take a hold of her.

"Oh, that smart mouth of yours, Miss Frost. I'm sure we can find a more appropriate use for it. You are here with me. You are MINE. You embarrass me by flirting with another man. For that you will be taught a lesson. I can't promise that you'll like it, but I can promise that you WILL learn it", he said menacingly as he grabbed her...

In the meantime, the symphony was about to begin again.

 

[frictional]

“I have just found him a little bit of a more manageable companion for the sake of my sanity than some of my other options"

A chill ran down his spine. Croft? A more manageable companion? How long had she been seeing him? Didn’t she know what kind of man he was?

It suddenly occurred to Richard that maybe he’d been wrong about her. He’d assumed that Victoria had a taste for the kind of cruelty that Croft specialized in. But if she had just started seeing him, if she didn’t know what he was really like … that was an entirely different matter. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her. Run from him, Victoria. Run far away. You don’t have to run back to me, but you do need to run.

He was still trying to adjust to this new bit of intelligence when Victoria followed up with her comment about Rachel.

"She is gorgeous and the two of you look great together.”

What emotion was he seeing in her eyes? Was it jealousy? Regret? Was it possible that she still wanted him? That she’d been staying away because … why? Because she was ashamed of what had happened? Because she was afraid of taking him up on his offer? Everything was in motion at once. Too many different pieces on the board. Too many angles to consider. Part of him hated her. Part of him loved her. Part of him was terrified for her. And all the different ways he felt were mixed up and jumbled together.

He wanted to blurt it all out, just get it all out in the open, so they could sort it out together. But how could he even begin to explain his strange relationship with Rachel? Or his continued ache for Victoria herself. “Rachel? Oh, she’s just this woman I fuck occasionally. To help me forget how badly I want to dominate and possess you. By the way, did you know your new boyfriend is a psychopath?”

He had almost (almost!) figured out where to begin, when Croft reappeared. Before Richard could even register what was happening, the older man had grabbed Victoria and dragged her away.

 

[frictional]

Alec Croft

“Oh, that smart mouth of yours, Miss Frost. I'm sure we can find a more appropriate use for it. You are here with me. You are MINE. You embarrass me by flirting with another man. For that you will be taught a lesson. I can't promise that you'll like it, but I can promise that you WILL learn it."

He grabbed her and spun her around, forcing her face against the tiled wall, twisting her arm painfully behind her back. Victoria struggled, thrashing against him, trying to kick at him with her stiletto heels, but Croft was much stronger than she was and he held her wrist in a grip of steel. He ratcheted her arm up a few inches higher, sending a white-hot bolt of pain shooting through her shoulder. Victoria cried out, as much from the shock of being manhandled as from the pain itself.

His mouth was next to her ear. She could feel his hot breath on her bare neck.

“Hold still, you stuck-up little bitch. Don’t you dare try to kick me.”

His other hand was on her body, roughly groping. There was no trace of the gentlemanly Alec Croft who had escorted her to the symphony hall. He grabbed her tits, brutally squeezing and fondling them through the silky fabric of her gown. Her nipples, already hard from her encounter with Richard, were an easy target. In an instant Croft had them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them so hard that Victoria cried out in pain.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Croft growled. “You like that don’t you, you little slut? Don’t think for a second that I don’t know who you really are, Miss Frost. Your prim, innocent act doesn’t work on me. You may act all sweet, but deep down inside, we both know you’re nothing but a filthy little whore. MY filthy little whore.”

He slid his hand down her body and straight between her legs. He wasn’t subtle or gentle. He simply grabbed her pussy through her elegant gown and began rubbing her hard. Victoria cried out and tried to twist away from his crudely probing fingers. He had one arm pinned, but her other arm was free and she managed to land an elbow squarely in his ribs.

“Oh, no you fucking didn’t! Tell me you fucking didn’t!” Croft roared at her. He spun her around and slapped her again, this time hard enough to snap her head back. She was dazed, her vision blurred, but whether from the blow or her tears she couldn’t tell.

His hands were on the slender straps of her gown, dragging them off her shoulders. With a single rough yank, he pulled the front of her gown down, baring Victoria’s tits. Her swollen, abused nipples were fully erect. Laughing, Croft shoved her down onto her knees on the dirty bathroom floor. He unbuckled his belt and whipped out his erect cock. He wasn’t particularly long, but he was brutally thick and heavily veined. The bulbous head was an angry shade of purple, and already dripping.

“Show me what that smart mouth of yours is really good for,” Croft growled.

 

[Sensualista]

Victoria's head was spinning and adrenaline was rushing through her body. She was in a public bathroom with a sadistic sociopath, who had decided that she was his.

"I do not belong to anyone and I am certainly not yours, you sick fuck", Victoria snapped through teeth gritted by the pain he was making her feel. She lifted her foot, trying to catch him with her stiletto, but he had already anticipated. He was so fucking strong, manhandling her like a little ragdoll, it was infuriating.

His hands were all over her body. How many hands did he fucking have? He was rough, brutal, grabbing her breasts and finding her nipples. They were still embarassingly hard from her earlier encounter with Richard. When his fingers closed around her peaks like a vice, Victoria cried out from the pain, eliciting a triumphant moan from Croft. Her pain was turning him on. She was now desperately trying to get away from his merciless fingers, from him, but she was too weak. As she tried, his body pressed into hers, making her feel the full erection he already sported.

Victoria continued to cry out in pain and whimpered as he continued to torture her nipples, each of her sounds of distress making his cock twitch with a new wave of arousal. "Oh yeah. That's it", he moaned, squeezing even harder. "You like that, don't you, you little slut", he demanded.

"Fuck you", Victoria howled under tears.

"You may act all sweet, but deep down inside, we both know you're nothing but a filthy little whore. MY filty little whore", he sneered as one of his hands found her crotch through a slit on the side of her dress.

"See, you are already wet for me, little slut. Your nipples are hard. Whatever you are saying, your body calls you a liar", he hissed cruelly. Victoria sobbed. It was true, she was soaking wet, his words speaking to a deep, dark, hidden side of her that was a filty little whore. A part Carson had touched on that night. The part she had always been afraid of, that she had always denied was here now, taking over her body.

One of Alec's hands continued to torture her breast, whereas the other was furiously rubbing her cunt. Whimpers of pain, mixed with tears and the occasional moan filled the air, as did a growing scent of her juicy sex.

"Yes, thats MY little slut, right there", he smirked, plunging two of his fingers roughly into her pussy. Victoria was losing it, arousal mixing with terror to a confusing blend of insanity. With her whole strength, she used her free arm to hit him into the ribs. He gasped, a moment of brief satisfaction, before he turned her around and struck her again.

Victoria's head was spinning, it was hard to think. "No", she screamed. "Help!!!!"

With a rough yank he freed her luscious tits from the dress, her nipples swollen and red but still rock hard. He laughed at her. "Such a fucking slut", he grunted as he pulled his thick, veiny cock out of his trousers.

"Show me what that smart mouth of yours is really good for", he commanded, pushing his bulge between her lips. Victoria struggled, turning her head away in defiance. She wasn't getting turned on by this, didn't want this and she would fight him with everything she had. Her pussy called her a liar, her arousal dripping onto the bathroom floor. Croft took the choice out of her hands by engaging some painful pressure points in her jaw that made her howl, her mouth now open.

"Suck that cock, bitch", he moaned, as he started to fuck her mouth with his prick. Victoria struggled, tried to protest, but this was happening. His hands on her head meant she wasn't going anywhere.

"You're not playing ball, little slut? There'll be consequences", he grinned as he held her tightly before pushing himself all the way into her mouth, partly down her gagging throat. He held her there, unable to breathe, slowly suffocating on his cock, before releasing her. "You want that again, slut or are you going to suck me off like the good little whore we both know you can be"?

Victoria was terrified. Having been unable to breathe had shocked her. She would be his whore. She would suck him off if that's what it took to make it through.
She closed her eyes and imagined it was Richard's cock. She gave herself over to pleasing him, her soft tongue running along his shaft and over the head, teasing him, whilst her lips built up the suction slowly. Her lips caressed his cock as she devoured him, suckling him, surrendering to him with undeniable sensuality.

 

[frictional]

Alec Croft

“Fuck yes, that’s more like it … suck it good, you little slut ….”

Croft smiled down at the pretty young lawyer, watching as she greedily inhaled his thick cock. Seeing her degraded like this was such a delicious contrast to the air of elegance and sophistication she’d projected earlier in the evening. He remembered her gently dabbing at her eyes at the end of the first movement, her exquisite sensibilities stirred by the masterful strains of the violins. The bitch was crying for quite a different reason now, wasn’t she? Mascara-streaked tears were streaming freely down Victoria’s flushed cheeks as Croft fucked her mouth, and sobs wracked her tight little body. Even her nose was running, and the little whore didn’t have the presence of mind to wipe it.

Croft loved this moment, loved it when some stuck-up, self-important princess finally learned just what a dirty little whore she really was. Down on her knees in a dirty public restroom, her swollen titties hanging out, a hard cock rammed down her throat – this is where Victoria Frost really belonged, wasn’t it? Not arguing an important case in a courtroom, or showing off her exquisite taste at the symphony, but doing a whore’s work – sucking and fucking and letting herself be used and abused.

And damn if she wasn’t good at it! He’d done this many times before to many other women, and he knew the routine. Even when they gave in, they often did it reluctantly, going through the motions purely out of fear. But Victoria was sucking like she meant it. The way she was caressing him with her tongue, the attention she was paying to how she used her lips … she was actually trying to make him feel good. He’d been right about his suspicions. The girl was a natural.

Victoria looked down at the ground, unwilling to meet his gaze. Croft grinned at her. There was no sympathy in his expression. Only cruel glee at what he had wrought.

“Yeah, you love this don’t you,” Croft growled. “A dirty little cock-whore like you? You love having your whore’s mouth filled up, don’t you? Don’t you?!”

Victoria shook her head very slightly from side to side, as much as she was able. No, no, I don’t love that.

Croft responded with a sharp, painful slap to her ear. He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked it hard. It felt like he was pulling it out by the roots.

“You. Love. This. Don’t. You?”

Victoria nodded softly, whimpering. Yes. Whatever you say. Yes.

He released her hair and laughed.

“Sucking my cock gets you all wet, doesn’t it? It gets your pink little whore’s cunt all hot and horny. It makes you all juicy and frisky … DOESN’T IT?”

Terrified, she nodded again.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her roughly to her feet, his hard cock flopping out of her startled mouth. Her breasts were bare, but Victoria’s pretty evening gown was hanging from her hips. Croft grabbed the loose fabric in his fist and yanked it down, ripping it off her body with a sharp tearing sound. Before she could object, he did the same thing to her panties, stripping them brutally off her trembling body.

“Well, there’s only one thing for it then,” Croft said, his mouth curling in a sneer. “There’s only one thing you can do when you’ve got a dirty whore with a hot little snatch that’s just aching for a real man’s cock ….”

Oh the look in her eyes. Croft lived for that look.

“Bend over the sink, bitch, and take what’s coming to you.”

 

[Sensualista]

She could do this. She could do this to Richard. Her eyes firmly closed, Victoria imagined she was here with him, pleasing him, giving herself to him, finally allowing her body to do what it had wanted for so long. Her tits were still aching, but she managed to block the sensation and the reality of her situation out, focusing on nothing but the cock in her mouth, Richard's glorious cock that she loved.

A harsh hand in her hair ripped her out of this fragile bubble as Croft forced her to look at him. No escape into her dreams with him. Victoria struggled again, resisting him with what little strength she had left. Alex only laughed at her, laughed and pushed his cock so far into her mouth she gagged, drool running along her chin, the unebbing flood of tears dissolving her mascara, which was running along her porcelain cheek in small black rivers of defeat.

Her lipstick was smeared as he fucked her mouth viciously, using her as nothing more than a toy to get himself off. She hated him, hated him with a passion she had never known before. He would pay for this. She would take him down. She didnt know how, but the thought gave her the strength she needed to make it through this. At least Victoria hoped it would.

When he taunted her that she loved sucking his cock, she would have laughed out loud under different circumstances. Instead she just vigorously shook her head, denying him at least this humiliation. In truth, her pussy was still wet and a part of her was aroused at being treated like an object. It was strangely liberating, since she was forced to act as the slut she had resisted being for so long. Now there was no choice, leaving her free to be what she was. Croft simply took her, used her, uncaring of her feelings or desires. Why did a small part of her respond to that? What was wrong with her?

When he slapped her again and cut off her breath, Victoria knew resisting would not be worth it. He wanted her to tell him she loved it. Swallowing whatever ruins were left of her pride she nodded her head. Yes she would say she loved it if that would make this stop. Please, god, let it stop.

Relief flooded her when he pulled her off his cock. Was he done? Please let him be done. His next words made her whole body shake in terror and apprehension, whilst her pussy twitched with fear-laced lust. What a mindfuck this was.

"There is only one thing you can do when you have a dirty whore with a hot little snatch that's just aching for a real man's cock..."

"No, please no", she screamed, before his hand clasped over her mouth, muffling her screams.

"Oh yes, little slut", he grinned menacingly. "Bend over the sink and take what's coming to you", he commanded, his dark voice promising consequences for disobedience.

Victoria struggled again in earnest. She couldnt let this son of a bitch rape her. Her feet kicked out and the stilleto found his shin. His howl promised vengeance.

"Have it your way slut", he hissed, taking his tie to bind her hands together behind her back. He roughly pushed her into a corner, head facing the wall.

"Now you will learn the consequences of disobedience, whore. This will only stop when you do as you were told and when you you beg me to fuck that cunt of yours. I recommend you make me believe it slut. I am not a patient man", he threatened as he pulled his belt out of his trousers.

 

[frictional]

She’d kicked him! The fucking cunt had kicked him. A black rage rose up inside Croft, clouding his vision. She would pay dearly for that.

He spun her around and shoved her face-first against the bathroom wall, pinning her there with his greater weight. As she ineffectually thrashed and struggled, he yanked off her high heels, and threw them against the wall. Stripping off his silk necktie, he pulled her wrists together behind her back and tied them together with it. Victoria whimpered with pain as he cinched her bonds tight.

"Now you'll learn the consequences of disobedience, whore. This will only stop when you do as you were told. When you beg me to fuck that dirty cunt of yours. And I strongly recommend that you do it quick. I'm not a patient man.”

As he spoke he took off his belt. It was Italian leather, thin and black and cruel. The first blow caught Victoria completely off guard, a brutal downward slash across her bare bottom. She shrieked in shock and pain, tried to twist away, tried to escape. Croft grabbed her hard by the back of the neck and shoved her back into the corner, mashing her face against the tiles.

“You’re not going anywhere, bitch. Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”

The first welt was already starting to rise on Victoria’s pale flesh – an angry red line slicing across both of her buttocks. Croft drew his arm back and struck again, this time across the first wound. The pain from this second blow was even more intense – it felt like Croft was flaying the skin from her bottom. Victoria wailed, sobs choking her voice. She heard herself pleading with him. Please don’t hurt me. Please stop. Please.

“Beg me to fuck you, you fucking cunt,” Croft growled. “Say that you want my cock inside your dirty whore’s pussy … and you better fucking convince me that you mean it.”

Victoria hesitated and that was all the excuse Croft needed. The belt whistled through the air a third time. A fourth. A fifth. The blows were coming faster now, so fast that she could barely catch her breath before the next one landed. After he’d hit her bottom half a dozen times, he switched to the backs of her thighs, flaying her smooth creamy skin with one powerful blow after another.

By the time he was done, she was red from her knees to the small of her back, a dozen searing red welts carved into her flesh. Here and there were tiny specks of bright red, places where the belt had bitten deep enough to actually draw blood. Victoria’s chest was heaving, her screams reduced to agonized guttural moans. Her knees wobbled and she almost collapsed. It was only Croft’s steely grip on the back of her neck that kept her upright.

He spun her around to face him, brought his face to within inches of hers, close enough to smell her fear. God, he loved seeing her like this. Her pretty face covered in a sheen of tears and sweat and smeared make-up. Her wild, desperate eyes, all puffy and red from crying. Her smart mouth hanging open, her lower lip trembling. His cock was rock-hard, straining at his trousers. He lived for moments like this.

“Now I’m going to ask you again,” Croft said with a sneer. “And I’m going to ask you nice and slow, so you can understand it, you dumb whore. What … do … you … want? Do you want my cock inside your cunt? Or do you want more of this?”

As he spoke those last words he lightly dragged his belt across the front of her body. Across her tits with their swollen, distended nipples … across her trembling belly … between her thighs and across the tender lips of her pussy.

“Well?” Croft said. “Which will it be?”

 

[Sensualista]

Nothing could have prepared Victoria for the reality of this first impact of his belt. She howled, tears springing forth as she experienced a level of pain so far unknown to her. "No, please, no", she sobbed. His only response was another lash, more cruelly even than the first, setting her bottom aflame with the searing pain of his punishment. She needed it to stop. He had told her what she needed to do, beg for his cock, beg for the rape that would come anyway.

It would be the smart thing to give him what he wanted, to make the pain stop. But the words simply couldnt come out of Victoria's mouth. She couldn't ask him to do this, she couldnt make it alright in even the slightest way, clouldnt give him the satisfaction. The blows kept coming and so did her howls. She had lost count, her mind stunned by the sensory overload of the sadist's attention.

He asked her again and she considered to give in, but she hesitated. Alec happily continued his torture of her, extending it from her ass to include her sensitive thighs, eliciting a new level of desperation in her sounds. She would go crazy from this. She couldn't cope, she had to make it stop.

Mercifully he stopped, the silence only interrupted by Victoria's inconsolable sobs and soft whimpers. Her respite was brief when he turned her around, his face mere inches from hers.
"I am going to ask you nice and slow, so you can understand it you dumb whore. What do you want? Do you want my cock inside your cnt? Or do you want more of this", he hissed whilst caressing her tits and pussy with his belt, the threat implied.

Victoria had barely made it through this. She couldnt take any more. He had won. Whatever he wanted, whatever would make him stop hurting her like that. She would make him pay, but for now, she was out of options.

Tears streaming from her face, Victoria stumbled towards the sink and lent over it. With the smallest whisper, her voice hoarse from her screaming and crying, she surrendered the last of her pride: "Please fuck my pussy and please use a condom, I'm not on anything".

Alec felt triumphant. Miss Frost had broken, but not quite enough. He untied her hands.

"I can't hear you. Did you say more", he asked, the belt striking her ass again.

Victoria howled. "No, Please, fuck me", she whimpered louder.

"Make me want to, little whore. Hold that cunt of yours open to show me what you've got", he spat, his erection beyond painful now. He would need to take care of that soon...

Victoria sobbed, but she had made her decision. Whatever he wanted. Just please don't hurt me anymore. Her soft hands with unconscious sensuality glided along her hips towards her ass. She spread herself open for him, her wetness abundantly clear, her whole body shaking from pain, terror and humiliation.

"Beg me little slut, beg me like the whore you are or this will never stop", he threatened, the belt striking her again in regular intervals.

"Please fuck this cunt", she sobbed.

"Not good enough. Show me the whore", he hissed, his words underlined with another lash of the belt.

Victoria took a deep breath as the hot tears flowed uncontrollably. The dam of control gave way, just like it had for Richard, but for a totally different reason - self preservation.

"Please fuck this worthless cunt, please, please, fuck this wet slutty pussy like she needs it. Please own this filthy cunt with your huge cock. Please, I beg you, please, give me that cock", she whimpered with desperation.

"Better, but it's master to you, slut", his dark voice whispered, another lash kissing her bottom.

"Please, please, master. Please fuck this worthless cunt of a whore, please fuck her however you want to to get yourself off with this slut. Please, please, I need your cock, master, please", she begged, spurred on by the belt.

"Good girl", he answered. "All you had to do was ask"...

 

[frictional]

“Please, please, I need your cock, master, please.”

That’s all Croft needed to hear. He stepped up behind her and roughly grabbed Victoria’s hips, enjoying how she flinched as his hands touched the fresh welts on her ass. His heavy cock bobbed in front of him, the dripping head just inches from Victoria’s open pink snatch.

The bitch was sopping wet. No matter how much she might deny it, it was clear that she was getting off on Croft’s abuse. Her beautifully manicured fingers scrabbled at her swollen pussy lips, trying to hold herself as wide open as possible for her new master.

He let the tip of his cock brush against her wetness. Victoria recoiled from his touch, her whole body shuddering.

“I thought you said you wanted it, bitch.” Croft growled. He slapped the flat of his hand hard against Victoria’s bloody, reddened bottom.

Victoria wailed in agony.

“I do want it, master,” she croaked, her voice ragged and desperate. “Please, master, don’t hurt me. Please, I want your big cock in my whore cunt so bad. Please, master, I want to make you feel so good. Please.”

“Then show me how much you want it, bitch” Croft said. “Reach down between your legs and put it in yourself if you want it so bad.”

Victoria did as she was told. Awkwardly, she stretched her trembling hand back between her legs until she found Croft’s bobbing erection. Wrapping her fingers around it, she guided him toward her open hole. Just as she was about to put him in, she hesitated.

“Master, please … you’re not wearing a condom. I’m not protected. Please.”

“You’re my property, you fucking whore. That means your holes are mine to do with as I please. You’re taking my load tonight, whether you’re protected or not. Now put it in.”

Victoria’s delicate shoulders shuddered with sobs as she slid Croft’s fat prick into her waiting pussy. He didn’t help her at all. He made her push every single inch in entirely by herself.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” Croft said, his hips starting to move. “Now, listen close, bitch. Those fertile little eggs of yours? I own those too. If I decide right now that want to breed you like a bitch in heat, I damn fucking will. In fact, let's hear you say it.”

He gave her stinging ass another hard slap.

"Beg me to breed you, you slut."

 

[Sensualista]

Victoria was terrified. Terrified of the pain he so liberally shared with her and equally terrified by her own wetness. Did she want this? No. She did not, but a dark part in her, the part she had always feared responded to Croft's power, his dominance over her.

How different had her experience with Richard been, now in comparison laughable that her response to him had been so strong, trying to get away from him only to end in the arms of a true predator.

She couldnt help her flinch as his thick head touched her opening. He taunted her, using pain to make her say anything he wanted.

"I do want it master. Please, I want your big ock in my whore cunt so bad. Please, master I want to make you feel so good. Please", she had whispered, the words coming forth as though dam had broken inside her. She knew they were what he wanted to hear and yet she wondered if a small kernel of them was truth.

Her shame could not get more intense as he forced her to put him inside her willingly, sharp slaps reminding her of the consequences for disobedience. He was evil, he was genius, her having to rape herself with his cock tearing her mind to shreds. She had pleaded for him to wear protection and he had let her know that she was his to do with as he pleased.

Victoria did not want to get pregnant at the hand of this brutal rapist and yet, his cum would be evidence, evidence for his crime, hopefully enough to make him pay. She would deal with the fallout later, could not let herself think about this possibility. He would do this anyway. There was nothing she could do except to mitigate her own suffering.

"Oh fuck, that's good", he moaned as his big cock entered her embarassingly wet pussy, making her clench involuntarily at the compliment.

"Beg me to breed you, you slut", he commanded, his cock to the hilt in her cunt, stretching her painfully with his thickness, his voice a hiss by her ear.

Victoria closed her eyes, she pictured Richard in front of her, giving her strength to do what had to be done.
She gave over to the slut within, now the safest place for her to be when dealing with this man. Her legs opened, her back arched as her hips pushed further against him, taking him deeper. His grunt showed his appreciation at this act of surrender.

"Please, fuck this pussy, Master", she moaned darkly. "Please use this worthless cunt to get your masterful cock off, to make yourself feel good, to cum inside me, breeding your little bitch as you desire". Her voice caught, her words turning her on as he started to fuck her.

There was nothing gentle, considerate or caring, there was only raw lust, his need to get himself off, her nothing but the toy that he could use to do it. She was so wet, the sounds of his strokes in her sopping cunt adding to her embarassment.

"Thats a good little slut", he moaned, giving her everything he had. "Such a wet and horny little bitch. Hmmmm. You need this, don't you, little slut?" His mouth found her neck and he bit her, raw and primal, letting every part of her know his dominance, her body responding with softening surrender.

"That's it, slut. Give it all up to me", he moaned as he continued to fuck her pussy hard and fast, her sobs now alternating with soft moans. Her responsiveness was just exquisite. How much pain he could make such a slut take to earn her release? Almost a shame to break her...

 

[frictional]

Victoria Frost was the perfect little slut. The cool, elegant young woman Croft had welcomed into his limousine a few hours before was now almost unrecognizable. She’s been transformed into a naked, groveling fuck-toy, bent over a sink in a dirty public restroom, begging him to breed her.

And damn if she wasn’t enjoying it! There was no mistaking the welcoming arch of her back, the sloppy wetness of her cunt, the guttural moans coming from her lips. Every time he rammed his cock into her, her body quivered with pleasure. She was clearly getting off on being abused and taken and used. Croft grinned with glee. He’d broken her. It was so delicious.

Fuck she was tight! Croft knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“That’s it, slut. Give it up. Give it all to me,” Croft moaned.

He bent over her, pounding her deep. His mouth was on her neck, biting hard enough that he tasted blood. His hands were underneath her, mauling her tits. He pinched her swollen nipples and squeezed as hard as he could, pulling them straight down, stretching them brutally tight. Victoria screamed in pain, her pussy clenching down tight on his thrusting prick.

“Fuck yeah,” Croft groaned. “Take it! Take it all, bitch! Take my load in your dirty whore cunt!”

His cock throbbed and a huge gush of cum flooded Victoria pussy. He kept fucking her hard as he pumped into her, his milky semen slopping out around his pistoning shaft, dribbling down the inside of her quivering thighs. Victoria squirmed and bucked underneath him, but whether it was because she was cumming herself or just terrified out of her mind, it was impossible to tell.

And, frankly, either one was fine with Croft.

Only when he’d emptied himself into her completely did he stop thrusting into her. Pausing to catch his breath, Croft savored the moment. The throb of her wet pussy on his satisfied cock, the soft sound of her sobs echoing off the tile walls – it was all perfect. Taking a step back, he slithered out of her. Tucking himself in trousers, Croft adjusted his tie and surveyed his handwork. Victoria’s cunt was gaping wide open, a thick stream of cum dibbling out of her. As Croft watched, she crumpled, her legs giving out. Naked, sobbing, humiliated, wrecked, Victoria sank to the floor.