Billionaires Club! (Jack Stalker and AliceTwist)

[Jack Stalker]

Billionaires Club
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Jake Hall had known Willa for years. He'd lusted after her since before it was even decent to have done so, frustrated by the fact she was unattainable and disappointed when he had been forced to move away with his parents. Since then he'd made a name for himself, with a casino in the Monte Carlo and an expensive yacht in the harbour. He was a man that had gotten everything he wanted, yet when it came to sex, when it came to fucking, the experience had been a hollow one. every girl had her face, spoke in her voice, moaned the way he imagined she would moan when he fucked them. They had all left him wanting more and thinking about what it would have been like to sink into her perfect tight little body, to force his cock into the vice between her thighs and fuck her until she couldn't even recall her own name. Of course he'd thought such a fantasy out of reach until that day Willa had walked back into his sight. Older now and even hotter than he remembered her, he'd raped her with his eyes when he'd seen her again and he was still ravaging every inch of her tight youthful body with his mind, even now.

Perverted. Depraved. Sick. Twisted, those were some of the words that could have been used to describe him, but since he was rich so a simple 'eccentric' covered the sort of man that he'd become. Now he was someone who took what they wanted and wouldn't accept no for an answer. Now he was someone who wouldn't be allowing her to slip away again. He'd fucked her to destruction in his fantasies, defiling and desecrating her slender body with his massive cock a million times over. Now he was going to make those fantasies into a reality. The fact was he could do whatever he wanted to her, make her disappear, turn her into his personal fuck doll, with his cash and connections no one would ever bother him. Of course it was entirely possible that she was here in Monte Carlo to track him down because now she wanted him. Maybe she got wet when she thought about her old childhood friend? Maybe it was more than coincidence her showing up? It didn't really matter, he was past caring about rational behaviour and levels of decency, all he wanted now was to satisfy the cravings and urges he'd had for years. All he wanted now was to fuck her brains out and to have her scream out his name in ecstasy, and he was prepared to fuck her for as long as it took to get what he wanted. His hands around her throat, choking her while his thick hard cock sank into her cunt. His hands fisted in and tugging her hair, all to let her know what a cock teasing little slut she really was. Holding her down and forcing her to wrap her long slim legs about him while he crammed his cock into her tiny tight young ass. The thought of it all drove him insane with lust.

He had been on his Sailing Yacht for a while now, the skeleton crew aboard were attending to the engines and the kitchen, while he relaxed in his room, lying back on his bed and staring out of the skylight as he thought about Willa. His naked body soaked in what rays of sunlight made it inside and his rampant erection jutted up in front of him, twitching and pulsing at the thought of being engulfed and strangled by her hot gash. He sat up and hopped off the bed, slipping into some swimming boxers and a white T-shirt. He was eager to get moving, before he ended up painting the walls in cum, from some orgasm induced by his wicked thoughts about her. He then headed outside on deck to meet her, leaving some drinks and snacks laid out in the lounge beneath him which was where he guide her next. He suspected that her rich parents had let her out on some sort of European trip or tour and she'd decided to stop off and see him as part of it, maybe to try and persuade him to take her to her next destination aboard the yacht? Of course, if he had his way, this yacht would be her only destination for a long, long while.

He stood, framed against a perfect blue sky and perfect blue ocean, waiting to see if she still had the looks that had driven him insane a few years back when she was barely legal. His hard on barely controlled as he felt every shred of self-restraint he had slowly bleeding away at the thought of her bare naked flesh stroking against him as he slapped her face with his cock or forced it down her throat. There were so many choices. He looked towards the bridge, signalling the Captain to pull out as soon as she was on board. If she was still able to walk tomorrow maybe they would have a reason to be docked. Finally he noticed her arrive and he walked to the gangplank to welcome her aboard, his eyes raping her from head to toe in unashamed admiration, taking in her outfit and her body. "Willa, I’m glad to see you again! Come aboard! I've some refreshments waiting and you can grab a seat somewhere, while you tell me why you're here." he told her, simply to make some degree of conversation and gauge her reaction to him. He couldn't believe how hot she looked. If he couldn't ruin her for any other man, what was the point in having all his billions?

 

[AliceTwist]

Having spent the previous night in the prestigious "Hotel Paris Monte-Carlo" Willa Dubois was packing one of her medium sized designer bags in her hotel suite. For three weeks she had been traveling through Europe now. Her first stop was London, followed by Paris, Milan and Munich, before she set out for the Principality of Monaco. Specifically the area of Monte-Carlo. Famous for it´s wealthy residents and their fondness of displaying their riches and splendour. All her preceding stops had been obvious choices. A young woman of her background was bound to visit the major cities of the old world, especially when all these cities also were the melting points for fashion in Europe. Like most of the girls who grew up with a golden spoon in their mouths, Willa relished everything that was exquisite, expensive and luxurious. Her family had been rich for generations and her father had continued the accumulation of abundance just as the last few predecessors of males in the Dubois family had. Therefore it was only logical for the young brunette to visit the designer stores, eat in high-end restaurants and enjoy the good things in life.

Depending on who would be asked, there existed very different descriptions of Willa Dubois. Her family would name her a smart duty fulfilling young woman, who respected her social origin and acted accordingly. Like her father wanted she had visited the most reputable private schools and her grades always had been immaculate. Her friends would call her a fun-loving fashion freak who could hardly say no to anything that was adventurous and flamboyant. A girl who loved fast cars and from time to time could be caught in the hot clubs of the city. Service staff on the other hand would paint a quite different picture of Willa. Towards them she could behave highly arrogant, obnoxious and downright nasty. In her mind, the stewards within the grounds of the Dubois Estate, were solely responsible to fulfill her every wish. When she was 16, one of the maids had found a bag of weed in her beside cabinet. After the maid told her parents about it, Willa convinced her father that it was not hers and that the maid was trying to frame her, resulting in the immediate termination of her contract. Her father was easily duped by her strenuous efforts to portray herself as his perfectly little princess, at least as long as she demonstrated proper behaviour in his presence. Which also meant to hold back her own thoughts if he expected something of her. This unavoidably lead to her sometimes impertinent demeanour towards people she felt were less worthy than herself.
Yet, on one thing everybody who knew Willa had to agree upon, she was stunningly beautiful. Blessed with the figure of a super model, her dazzling smile had conjured more than one daydream about her inside the minds of countless men over the years. Combined with a touch of modern day royalty in her presence, it was hard to be not enchanted by the young brunette.

Apart from being a gathering place for rich people, Willa had decided to visit Monte-Carlo for another reason. Admittedly it was only a small one, yet it was important to her. She wanted to see her childhoof friend Jake Hall again. When she had planned her trip a few months back, her mother had pointed out that he was residing in Monaco and also had a boat here. Being from similar backgrounds Jake was one of the people she was likely to hang out with and from what she had heard, Jake had made a name for himself regardless of the already good name he had inherited. Though Willa would never disclose it, Jake was her crush when she was a young girl. Since that time she had collected experience with several guys and almost forgotten about Jake over the years. Curious as to how he turned out she was eager to meet him today. After her mother had arranged his contact details , she had accepted his invitation to a trip on his sailboat yacht, which was moored in the harbour of Monte-Carlo. Now Willa had finally collected all the belongings she wanted to take with her. Apart from the usual thing a woman carried around in her purse, she had packed a towel and some extra clothes in her bag. There was no ulterior motive for that, she simply wanted to be prepared in case the trip would exceed her excpectation of an afternoon. Out of experience on her fathers yacht, she knew that sometimes those trips spontaneously had an unforeseen end.

Closing the door of the hotel suite behind her she walked towards the elevator. Downstairs she ordered a ride to the harbour at the reception, which was provided for without any delay, much to her content. Once she arrived at the harbour the smell of salty water intensified and the sun burned down unimpeded by any clouds. Willa was wearing expensive sunglasses and had decided to wear a white silky dress by designer "Roberto Cavalli". Underneath she was wearing a skimpy white triangle bikini, expecting an opportunity for taking a sunbath later on. Well aware of her good looks, she was still keen to impress Jake after all this years. When she saw him she couldn´t help but smile, his facial features had not changed at all, only matured into what was undeniable a very handsome man. Pushing up her sunglasses she reinforced her smile into what she knew had that dazzling effect on guys, pleased to see him gazing at her longingly. The way Jake lusted for her long slender legs made her feel powerful and strong.
"Likewise Jake, you look great!", she replied still smiling and gave him a firm hug. Stepping fully onto the boat she turned around towards him again. "Fuck Jake this is incrediblet", Willa continued, letting her head turn from right to left in order to take in the full size of the luxurious yacht. "How much did you pay for this?", she asked apparently impressed. Her mother had told her about a sailboat yacht and the brunette with the body of a model had expected some sort of old school boat, not this modern ostentation of prosperity.

When the boat suddenly moved Willa grabbed his arms for support until she found her footing again. "Wow, you should have warned me we would depart right away!", she punched him playfully on the shoulder. The skinny girl put her bag down and let her sight wander over the harbour and then on to the blue ocean of the french riviera. After a few moments she looked back towards Jake with a slight smile. "Truth be told I just wanted to see you. It has been years. As I have mentioned before in my messages, I am traveling through Europe right now. I have been to London, Paris, Milan and Munich. God Jake have you been to Milan? It is delightful I tell you! Obviously Monaco was another goal of mine and I thought once I am already here, I can see how you are doing."

 

[Jack Stalker]

A billion had gone into the yacht he was standing on, well he was worth a billion, that wasn't quite the same but it was good enough for his purposes. The decor and design dripped with wealth and style, no expense had been spared on the interior or the supplies aboard, it was like being in a palace that had been transported onto the water. In the end, though, the trappings were just that, material items which set the scene for the flesh which would enjoy them. His flesh and the flesh of the girl that he should have fucked ragged a long time ago, instead of waiting until now. The furious and feverish lust he felt was drowning out rational thought by the second and the further the Yacht, The Twisted Stalker, got from the port, the more he realised he should have done this an age ago. He'd built an empire out of illegal deals and the thriving business of his Casino, now he was so rich from the squandering of others that he didn't even have to engage in illegality anymore. He was rich enough to be a complete bastard and a depraved and twisted pervert and get away with it. Money talked and he had enough of it to do almost anything he wanted, only his remaining shreds of morality and decency had prevented him from hunting down the girl who fuelled his fantasies, but now that she had come to his part of the world, cancelling any efforts on his part to remain decent by moving away from her? It was as if Fate had made he choice for him, and he wasn't the type to argue with fate.

He was still admiring the way her flimsy dress clung to her, how the wind brushed it about her legs, rising it to her thighs with a random gust before she stepped into hug him. Hs cock was a rigid bar of throbbing meat which stretched down his swim shorts, something she would surely have felt brush against her as he stepped back from the hug with a last few dregs of will power. The pier beginning to draw away as the motors roared which would begin their journey and carry the vessel until it was deemed time to use the sails. "How much?" he gave a smirk. "If you have to ask how much it is, you wouldn't be able to afford it. These days, when I see something I want, I just take it. There's nothing that I want that's out of my reach, nothing. I get what I want, when I want it. In fact there's only been one thing weighing on my thoughts recently, one thing which I haven't yet taken. However, now that you've made me think about it, I can reveal that I'm about to acquire that as well. That final acquisition will leave me almost complete, with only a few minor things left to be taken." he explained with a twisted grin.

When she grabbed his arms he naturally slid his around her waist, drawing her in close to him, looking down at her as his steady footing held them in place as the yacht increased speed. "I have what I want, there's no need to stay here any longer." he told her with a deep growl to his voice, ass she expressed surprise at their departure. His hands rested on the upper swell of her taut firm ass as his erection pressed against her stomach through the thin material which separated them. There was little subtlety in his behaviour, just a confidence and power that flowed from his grip and his tone as he stared at her. He listened as she continued, briefly following her gaze before drawing his attention back to her. "I've been everywhere worth going, but my thoughts have only ever been focused on the things which fuel my desires. Places are never as entertaining as people. Buildings and streets can never replace the sound and feel of a friend. Someone who's company you crave and look forward to." he explained, "London, Paris, Milan, Munich, those places were all a waste of time for you. You shouldn't have bothered with them, not when you knew all along that you true destination was here." he told her as the yacht carved a path through the water. Taking her hand he drew her inside, leaving her bag behind, leading her into the spacious lounge dominated in white couches and small cabinets and tables.

"You've become even more of a feast for the eyes since I saw you last, even more of a beauty. Show yourself to me, I want to see just how well you've matured." he told her. Without awaiting a response he moved his hands to her belt to unfasten it, quickly and efficiently, no permission or acknowledgement was needed. Once it was loose, tugged free and discarded, his fingers rapidly slid up her sides to her shoulders. As soon as they were there he drew the dress down her arms and over her hips, forcing it into a pool at her feet. His eyes carried on burning a gaze into her skin as he took in the sight of her in a bikini. "You should never have come here Willa..." he hissed as he dragged his gaze back to her face. "...Your eagerness to seek me out is the end for both of us." he continued, stripping his own T-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side. "Do you know what I mean by that? The end?" he asked in a slightly amused tone now. "Well, let me explain, feel free to pour a drink while I do, one for me as well please." he added. It was hot, even inside, the sun beaming down through the glass above and around as he continued to appraise her flesh, to rape her head to toe with his eyes as he spoke, giving her no possible doubt that he had only one thing on his mind right now, her flesh.

"It's the end as in your trip around Europe ends here. My stay at Monaco is going to end for a while, as well, as I cruise around out here with you." he continued, watching her like a hungry lion watches its prey. "It's also the end of my desire to get my hands on you." he hissed. "Now, take off your bikini. If you take it off we'll discuss exactly what's going to happen to you, now that you're in my world and at my mercy. You're in the Billionaires club now, after all, and when you join that club you do everything that the Billionaire says... otherwise you get punished." he clenched his teeth a moment, drilling a gaze into her eyes. "If you don't take it off then I'm going to take it off for you. Either way, I want you see your naked flesh, head to toe. I want to see every fucking inch of your perfect cock teasing skin and I want to see it soon. I want to hear you tell me what you think is going to happen to a cock teasing little slut who has managed to evade a man who craves her flesh for far too long. What do you think is going to happen to you now Willa? I'm curious." he finished with a growl of lust. From the look of his toned and tanned body, his oblique’s defined and his pelvic bone forming a perfect V, there was little doubt that she had zero chance of leaving his side without his will. "Hurry. I'm waiting... and I've waited long enough already."

 

[AliceTwist]

Willa had to admit it to herself, she was mightily impressed with Jake. It was always one thing to be born into wealth and taking advantage of it, but it was another to take that and build even more from it. Much like the men in her own family had done over the last few generations. She herself never felt the need for that. Her ambitions ended with spending all the money and enjoying things that other people could only dream of their whole lifes. It was her brothers job to take charge of the Dubois legacy. That however, did not mean that Willa was unable to acknowledge the achievements of others and Jake had quite obviously accomplished success far beyond what she had imagined possible, when they were friends as kids and early teenagers. For a brief moment the thought of him as a potential candidate for something more long termish crossed her mind. He was handsome, had a great body and apparently was only after the best and most valuable things in life. Something she considered herself as, as well, one of the best. If Willa would be completely honest with herself, she would admit that she thought of herself as the most beautiful girl ever. Partly because she had good eyesight, which confirmed the obvious and partly because the way people treated her. She could not even remember how many doors her smile had opened already in her life. Several times people had made the offer for her to become a model, yet every time Willa had refused. Why should she bother? There was nothing to gain, she was much more keen to enjoy her life without having stressful workdays and tight schedules.

When she had hugged Jake she had felt something hard brush her stomach. At first she had started to wonder but then had been easily distracted by his words. He sounded very arrogant and full of himself for a moment, but then she reminded herself that his words could have easily been hers or her father´s. It was just something that people that had infinite riches at their disposal developed over time. A sense of invincibility, the belief that rules did not apply to them, laws could be broken and the only thing that did matter in the world was their own will. Willa was not so different from that. Apart from a few times where her father had run rings around her, making it clear who was in charge after all. The delicate girl with the long brown mane was about to ask Jake about the one last thing he needed to acquire, but the grin in which he had finished his speech put her off briefly. There was something dark to it, something dangerous. Nonetheless she ignored it, mostly because like him she was under the impression that she was invincible.

"Is that right Jake? You have what you wanted? And my true destination is here?", she chuckled happily before changing her facial expression into a teasing grin once she felt something hard against her tummy again, this time it was obviously. His rockhard cock was prodding against her and through the sheer fabric of her designer dress it was as if she felt it on her own skin. Willa knew what kind of reaction she could cause in men and a lot of times she had taken advantage of that. To make her old friend Jake react that way triggered pride in herself and made her confidence grew larger. Even the successful businessman Jake Hall, a man who could have anything in the world, even he wanted her. Gladly she took his hand and let herself be led into the ample lounge area of the magnificent yacht. His praise was music in her ears. Not that here was anything new in his words, he hardly was the first man to compliment her on her looks, but still Willa loved to hear it. When his hands unfastened her belt with practiced hands, Willa resisted her first impulse to stop him not by choice. She was paralysed for an instant, while Jake pulled down her dress and made it crumple to her feet. The last time she had felt like that she had refused to wear a tie with her school uniform on the first day of yet another expensive and prestigious private school. It was in her midteens, as many girls she had her rebellious phase and constantly challenged authority. She remembered her father shouting at her angrily, grabbing the tie and placed it around her neck, viciously button up her shirt before knotting her tie around her tender neck, almost strangling her.

There was something similar in Jake´s behaviour right now. The absolute authority he was radiating. Not tolerating any kind of opposition, just as her father had not on that day. Jake however openly venerated her body unlike her father, who had never been that kind of weird person. This combined with the power he was displaying was more than appealing to Willa. Just as most girls and women she found herself attracted to powerful men. Jake had become that kind of man and right now he was apparently out to win her over, though his attempt was unconventional. His next words however confused her. He was sounding like a madman briefly, before he took off his shirt, distracting Willa once more as she was taking in the perfect shape of his stature. She was eager to learn what he meant by "the end", therefore she did as he told her and turned to the side towards a small table with some glasses and a bottle with brown liquid in it. Willa was suspecting some kind of expensive rare whiskey or something like that. She poured two glasses and added ice to each before turning back towards Jake. She handed it over to him and sipped on her own glass while listening to him. He really was full of himself, she thought to herself, but the young beauty did not judge him for that. She enjoyed the little powerplay and was curious as to what would happened next. When he had finished she took another swig of her drink, this time a much bigger one and screwed up her face slightly when she had swallowed it down. While putting down her drink she bit her lip and stared at Jake. "The billionaires club eh? I get punished? Taking off my bikini?", she asked with raised eyebrows. Willa enjoyed challenging him as much as she was impressed by his boldness. Declaring his desires and wishes practically as laws for her to follow. The brunette gave him one of her dazzling smiles before continuing. "You know Jake, I do wonder if you would really punish me", she almost whispered while moving her face close to his, looking up right into his eyes. "After all we are old friends right? I am curious too! Let´s say, theoretically…", she let her eyes wander towards the roof and back to his. "…I would dare to defy you, what kind of punishment would I have to expect?", Willa finished with her smile again watching her old friend expectantly.

 

[Jack Stalker]

The longer he looked into those eyes, the harder he got. His cock was a rigid bar of steel hard flesh by now, pulsing and throbbing in anticipation. God knows he waited long enough, delayed by convention, normality, taboo and every other damn reason to not go after her. Now she was here and his, the crew aboard the yacht would see what he told then to and do what he paid them to, to them she was just some girl who had been delivered into his possession, perhaps to 'role play' a spoilt brat or even an innocent virgin about to be raped to rags. To them there was nothing he could do to arouse suspicion or aid. Nothing. The thought made him even harder until the tent in his swim shorts was as painfully obvious to all as the painful bulging of his shaft was obvious to him. As he'd stripped her dress off of her perfect frame he'd sensed her tense and freeze, she responded to authority well. Maybe she was one of those girls who liked to be ordered about, who liked to give up control and be told what to do. Maybe she was one of those filthy little cock teasing whores who liked to have their daddy discipline them, who a saw any powerful man as being a substitute for the one they really wanted to fuck, their father? Maybe she liked to pretend that men were her father, wished that they were because, while she would never spread her legs for her own flesh and blood, she would be happy to do so for the right guy? If so she was in the right place, if not, well, she'd get used to it eventually. He wasn't the sort to bow down to a woman, or even another man. No, she might be entitled or rich or used to having her own way, but once he'd fucked her enough she'd be obedient to at least one thing, his cock.

He tossed away the drink she'd handed him, throwing the expensive crystal glass into a far flung corner after watching her finish her own. He gave no explanation other than a wicked grin. "Punishment? You really want to know?" he asked. His eyes glittered with mirth and his smile returned to the look of a more twisted one. "It really depends on the degree of the infraction I suppose." he suggested in a thoughtful tone. "Gagging and handcuffing you, before fingering an orgasm out of your impossibly tight holes, in front of a shocked audience? That could be an option. "Bending you over and giving you a hard brutal spanking, perhaps while abusing your cunt and ass with a toy a the same time? Tanning your tight taut ass cheeks, until the flesh was welted and red, strips of it weeping small trickles of blood onto your flesh until you had an orgasm tortured out of your soaking slit." he pondered aloud, stroking his chin. He looked over her as he spoke, as though genuinely considering everything he said, as though playing through it in his thoughts, or replaying it. "Taking you somewhere, slapping you to the floor then holding you down with your face pressed to the ground with my foot. Once there you would be made to writhe in place while I jacked one off over your perfect form, splattering your clothes, your face, your hair, your flesh with gouts of hot thick cum. Then I'd make you lick up any that landed on the floor next to your face and beg for mercy while any witnesses simply jerked off or fingered themselves, rather than think about giving you aid." he chuckled slightly. "Perhaps something more personal? Marking you with bites, forcing you to dress like a common slut? Hmmm, perhaps having you finger your own tight cunt and ass, begging me to fuck you while I watch you debase and defile your sweet flesh at my command... because to refuse would mean being as good as raped, then made to parade about dripping in cum while others filmed your degradation and put it online for a million eager cocks to jerk off to." he finished by reaching out a hand to grasp her tightly about her left arm. Powerful fingers tightened and squeezed her flesh as though she were a prisoner, kidnapped and ready to bow to his will.

"All that's just talk though, isn't it Willa? You need to be shown that I'm serious about what I'm telling you. You show up here, dressed like a rich escort waiting to service a client, a princess of sluts eager to earn her pay on the cock of some fat rich fuck who would cum in a minute and end you on your way. Instead you found me, a man who has been craving your flesh for too long, too long denied it. A man who, now that you are here, has everything he wants." he explained, as he span her around. His hand slid down her arm to her wrist, while her other wrist was taken by his free hand. Both were crudely and rudely shoved into the small of her back as she shoved her forwards, pushing her stomach into the back of the nearest couch. He gathered her wrists beneath one grasping palm, while the other slid over her ass cheek, squeezing at the tight firm globe, before his nails dug into the flimsy bikini bottom he encountered there. He fisted his hand about the rag of clothing, wrenching at it and snapping it free of her flesh, leaving her exposed from the waist down. From where they were located in the lounge it was easy to look ahead, or to the right, and see themselves reflected in the mirror panels which surrounded the bar and another row of cabinets to the side. He waited to catch her eye, either there or from a glance behind her as he bent her forwards over the back of the couch. Then he reached down and shoved his shorts lower. His erection springing out ot dominate the space between them. The long thick and hard rod of flesh pulsed with energy, its head a bulbous helm which dripped with pre cum. As it waved and twitched about splattering of his filthy fuck lube splashed against the back of her slender caves, then cooled her flesh as it ran down her skin. His shaft slapped against her bare naked ass cheeks, searing flesh against her pale skin leaving a faint red echo as it burned into the crease between her buttocks.

"Europe's a dangerous place for a girl to be travelling about by herself, all manner of things could happen to her. Your father must have been on the brink of raping you, or knowing that some fuck you mixed with back home was about to cave in and take you, in order for him to allow you to travel about by yourself. You're lucky you found me, you're lucky you came here. With your looks and breeding it would only have been a matter of time before you ended up in some whore house, servicing a thousand nameless cocks. Now you only have to deal with one. Mine." he growled, in an almost amused tone. "As long as you remember who you are with, who you need to obey, well, you'll be getting everything you ever wanted in the brief moments in between being fucked that you will be experiencing." he explained, pinning her over the couch, bent at the waist as he kicked her ankles apart, leaving her unbalanced and with her heels barely touching the floor as he stood behind her. Still seeking eye contact whenever possible. "Have you spent your time fucking boys who you told what to do, where to stick it, when to cum? Maybe you've spent your time with your nasty little cunt sealed up while you got your pleasure from cock sucking and ass fucking? Right now, Willa, you're with a man. Men don't wait to be asked or sit about waiting to be told, they take what they want. I'm taking you, you cock teasing little slut, and there's nothing you can do about it except moan and come. I've waited far too long to despoil and desecrate your tight youthful cunt and your viciously narrow ass, not to mention that sweet throat." he hissed. He moved the bikini bottoms to her wrists, loosely binding them, giving her enough wriggle room to get her hands free if she tried hard enough.

"I gave you an order. A simple instruction and I also told you what would happen if you failed to comply. The fact that you fell at the first hurdle makes me think this is just what you were after Willa. How about you?" he growled. "Do you think I'm going to fuck you now, in some impersonal display of power? Bent over this couch like a cheap whore?" he continued, leering lust fuelled eyes burned with lust and passion as his gaze roamed over her. Powerful hands moved to her shoulders and rolled her over, so that the small of her back and bound wrists were pressed against the back of the couch, her body stretched out and leaning back over it as he looked down at her. "No Willa. When I fuck you, I want you to e in no doubt about who is fucking you, I want you to be looking into the eyes of the man who took you, who took control of your wicked little cock tease of a body and gave you the fucking you've been asking for." he spoke with authority and in the tones of a god rather than a man. He reached down for her, his left hand moved to her tits, yanking aside her bikini top to expose her tiny perfectly sized breasts. Fingers and thumb sought out a nipple, squeezing it, rolling it, tugging on it until it distended and tugged free to snap back into place against her skin. His right hand sank between her thighs, two fingers splaying open her cunt lips while one sank into her gash three knuckles deep. His thumb moving to start a circular assault on her clit as he looked at her. "Now, tell me, what do you think I'm going to do to you Willa? Am I just teasing? Am I going to et you go, apologise for my actions? Beg for forgiveness? Look into my eyes and tell me what I'm going to do, what is going to happen to you next." he demanded. Pre cum beaded on his cock head, dripping loose from the slit of his knob to fall onto her mound, his thumb gathering the fluid to massage into her hooded nub.