Chapter 2

ELEANOR

I'm not a nun. I'm not a virgin. So when he looked at me, kissed me and said driver will pick me up- I knew I'm here to get fucked.

And here I am, standing in a room that's bathed in deep red lighting. Whips, chains, and cuffs line the walls with toys I've never seen but can't wait to get used on me and a bed so big it needs to be called something grandiose than king-sized bed.

He pulls off his shirt, revealing broad, slab-like muscles of his chest that make my mouth water. He walks closer with a gaze that announces I'm about to get feasted on. My breath seizes.

Fuck me.He doesn't stop in front of me. Instead, he circles me like a predator, with a whip in his hand. Then, he stops right behind me

"Take it off."I guess this is his favorite phrase. I want to ask what, instead I tense as the tip of his whip drags from my neck, down my shoulder, back, and settles between my legs.

"Everything, sir?" I can't see his face clearly in the shadows, but I feel the weight of his presence behind me.WHIP. I yelp , jumping forward as the sting blooms on my ass. Did I just.... get whipped? Fuck.

"Master," he says. His voice is a low vibration. He wants to be called Master? Well, fuck him. We never discussed terms!

"Everything... Master?" I correct myself, my voice dropping to a whisper. This is Banks Wellington. The richest, most desired man in the country: Real estate mogul. Owner of the most exclusive clubs and security agency. The one who

"Leave this," he says, moving the whip down the back of my legs. His voice is deep and terrifyingly soft.I nod, reaching behind me to unzip my gown. My bra wasn't my best, so I'd ditched it at work into my bag before coming. The dress pools at my feet. The cold air hits my skin, and suddenly, I feel entirely exposed. I'm fat not ugly, but compared to the women he must have had...Screw it. I'm here.My breasts peak out: Full and exposed.

"Anor" He doesn't just say my name, he grumble it. Letting it out like he's on a tether.My breasts are large, not perfectly round. So, I look into the mirror in front of me to see his opinion and I'm greeted with dark, hungry eyes over my shoulder. He's staring at my reflection.

"Squeeze them." I look at him through the mirror and reach for them, pressing them together. He groans, and a thrill of satisfaction spreads through me.I squeeze them together again, lifting a good cleavage up, it almost touch my neck.

"Lick it." My eyes find him, then I dip my head slowly, poking the tip of my tongue onto the curve of my cleavage. His eyes close.The next thing I feel is the whip on my ass again.This time, the pain isn't as deep and shocking as earlier. This one seem to make my heartrace quicken. Another whip and it ignites my body

"Master!" I don't know if I'm allowed to talk or call him without being told. I've read enough erotic books to know rules exist.

"Again" He grunts. I look straight at the mirror, squeeze my tits so much my chest aches

"Master" I manage to moan out when my pussy throbs again. His forehead furrows.Something soft land on the floor and I look down: the whip. Before I can look up, Banks lift me over his shoulder and toss me on the bed.Soft. The bed is so soft I bounce back up, then down.

"Spread your legs". I shift back and oblige. Pulse hammering loud in my ears. I manage to look back up at banks. Doubt and anticipation ringing through my mind: is he regretting? His hands are raised and spread apart on the rail that hangs over the bedroom ceiling. He stands tall, making his muscles peak out. He's on a cotton brief. His pelvis lining out together with his six, eight packs.

"The best I've seen" He mumbles, holding my stare. I'd have looked away, roll my eyes that he's lying but in this red room, I can feel his eyes eating me up and it makes my stomach flutter. He truly believes my body with my stomach of flesh and too much of every curves, is the best he has ever seen. And for the first time in twenty-nine years, I don't want to change anything about my body. I want to be his meal.

"For you master" The gratitude drops quietly and his dick jerks against his briefs. Proof he heard me. He lets go of the rail, and moves toward me. I close my thighs as he steps to the edge of the bed. Now in front of me, his eyes doesn't hold that hungry look: currently they're deep and burning. I lick my lips

"Master" I test out quietly. As the word drop, he separates my thighs so wide apart my pantyhose strain onto my skin.

"Don't move" I try to nod but stop as he tears off the center of my pantyhose, revealing my thick vagina lips and pussy. I'm fully naked

"For me" He rumbles. Before trepidation could hold me, I feel the graze of his nose.. My nipple bites.Then his tongue licks my pussy and my entire body lights up.

"Like that, Suck me faster"The breathy moans and requests stay seated at the base of my throat. Not daring to fall out as I'm unsure what to say. He continues flickering the tip of his tongue on my clit. A teasing that pulls me up to an high, then down.

My ass dig into the bed when he rolls his tongue on my clit, then give a round suck and push his tongue inside my cunt. My nipples stand erect at the onslaught of nerves

"Hmmmfffff" He grumbles, head shaking as he push his tongue deeper, pulling my legs closer to him as I shake. I feel my cunt vibrate and the flesh around my nipples tighten- My areolas are squeezed and erect. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip both of my breasts to satiate my pleasure

"I... I'm.." I groan, words failing me as I wiggle on the bed then my pussy stretch more. A stinging pain blossom my eyes snap open. He's working both his tongue and two fingers in me.

"O MYYYY" He pushes the two fingers deeper, curling his tongue up, while his other hand rub my clitoris. I shatter. The rough sound of my head shaking on the sheet, and his thrusting merge with my moans that the sound drives me farther over the edge.Then he pulls his fingers out. A loss that wash over me in slow run.

"Keep your eyes on me slut"I blink, totally missing when I closed my eyes or when he brought his tongue out of me. Shit! I push closer to touch his dripping fingers and he gives a rough chuckle

"That desperate to be my cum hole?" I blink, heart racing at the deep timbre of his voice. No, it's from the raw filthy way he speaks

"Yes master" He pushes the fingers back in me, his eyes holding me as he turns it, while rubbing my clitoris with his thumb.I feel something slick run under my ass.

"Dripping from just my fingers" He notes, lifting his head up with his pace quickening in bit; an agonizing taunt to tear me apart.

"More.." The request break in bits as I hold onto my pride.He brings his fingers out and I pulsate at the loss in my hole and my clitoris. I lift my head up to look at him. He raise the whip up and its tails land on my tits and stomach. A tearing vibration drag under my skin and my pussy clench and vibrate in discord.

I release a gasp,eyes wide at him. He has a smirk on

"Who's the Master?" I see the problem.The sting of the whip dies slowly but my heart is racing fast.

"You're my Master" I reply, my eyes catching his wet fingers. I swallow a lump when I see how much it's dripping, how much I dripped on him.

"Open" I open my mouth and he push the two fingers in it

"Taste how good of a whore you are"He says, my eyes catching the movement of the whip and then it lands on my tits again. My upper body lift up and my mouth close on his fingers.I clamp my thighs together, a throbbing ache building low. He deepens his fingers,trailing the whip on my breast,then stomach, cunt. I let out a shaky breath as my body jerks. My hand find my left nipple as the sour taste begins to settle on my tongue together with the residual sting of the whip... Banks jerks his fingers out of me. Creating an immediate loss.

"Flat" His voice is so deep I fall back on the bed and his warm tongue grace my pussy immediately. His hands spreads my legs apart as he nuzzle deeper. He lifts his thumb down and rub my pussy, spreading the current faster in me while he sucks me without pause or ease.

"You're a greedy little addict" He grunts and I pulsate

"Only meant to be ruined by me" He says and settles his face on my cunt. He settles there. Sucking my cunt and pulling on the lips of my pussy. I lose my senses. I know he's a man that does everything

with weight and effort... Never knew he applies it to eating cunt.He doesn't take slow lick and suck of my cunt- he covers my pussy with his whole mouth and take a long deep suck with his tongue that my legs shakes.

"Hmmmmm" That moan isn't from me. Banks take a long slow pull of my cunt. My muscles coil and body flash with heat.Sounds of sucking and lips filling my ears.My hand grip his hair, and I push him deeper before realization dawns on me.

HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND AND HE ISN'T HERE TO DO MY SexUAL BIDDING! Iexpect him to stop and move my hand away; instead, his husky moan and sucking increase, setting me ablaze.

"I love how you suck me" I breathe and his mouth covers my pussy, taking and sucking me like it's his last meal.'He's so good. Very good'. I move my free hand to play with my nipple. My other hand gripping his hair closer.He pushes his tongue inside my hole, and I lift off the bed at the eliciting intrusion, but his strong, muscular arm pushes me back down.

"Masteeeerrr... Pleaseee." Tongue still inside me, he reach his hand for one of my tits, squeeze it hard and release it with a loud slap.Sparks make a display at the front of my eyes and I let out a loud scream with my nails dragging down his back.He pushes his tongue even deeper, the stubble of his jaw grazing my ass flesh.My stomach becomes nest of flutters, my nipples are hardening, and my pussy won't stop tingling. My body is heating up faster than any man ever made me feel. Than I've ever driven myself.

Flickering my clitoris between thrusts; sharp and grounding then his thumb stroke it, in an agonizing hungry rub.Without permission, my nails dig into his back muscles and body shakes as I release on his face.

"I..." The excuse dies as my body continue shaking. Will he send me away? My worry blend into pleasure when he goes deeper, his mouth covering up my cunt. Eating and sucking through each wave that builds out of me.

"Sorry... please... Fuck, Master."I wiggle on the bed, pressing a failed attempt to push his face away. He holds my hips as the wave roll out. He doesn't let me pull away, doesn't let me escape the peak of it. He just holds me in place against his rhythm: eating, licking and brushing my clit until I break apart completely again, and then he continues through the breaking. Finally, he withdraws his tongue, and I let out a shaky breath. The orgasm crashes over me in a satisfying wave, with scream that sounds like battle cry. Slowly, I go from seeing stars and clouds to literal euphoria that makes me feel like I'm on water.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey pretty sluts

Comment your take on this red room. Too much? Lost momentum? Too long? Good enough? Didn't let orgasm drop fully? Or PERFECT!