His target was home, had been for a half hour, but he waited until the assistant had left, ten minutes ago. Now was his chance, and soft as silence, he would end her.
A multimillion dollar broad working for a multibillion dollar company was going to be very very sorry, very soon, and at his hands.
Unlocking the door, he stepped through the penthouse's front entrance. Clean, modern, white lines were everywhere. No smooth corners, all hard white and grey and chrome.
He walked under the twenty foot ceilings, the chandelier on low, mood lighting. There was a low buzz coming from what seemed to be the kitchen, and what sounded like panting.
Was she exercising at midnight?
He rounded the corner, an all black shadow on the white walls, to a surprise.
There was his target. Naked. Hogtied. Ball gagged. Drooling, sweating and on the verge of coming from a vibrator just barely touching her pussy.
Her eyes filled with joy at the site of him, and she began to moan excitedly for him. Stepping forward, he released the ball gag.
"Thank god, if you were any later, I don't know what I would have done! The Service liaison left forever ago. Will you be my master tonight, sir? Will you fuck me now, please, sir??" He shoved the ball gag back into her mouth.
Excellent.
He lifted a hand and stroked her hair, left loose by the "liaison" that had prepared his treat. He grabbed a hair tie left there for his choice, and tied it back into a messy bun. He expertly readjusted her ties until her legs were spread wider, using her elbows as anchors, and her ass cheeks more exposed. His fingers slipped down her neck and back massaging the muscles into ease and complacency over the new position. When content that she would be pliable, he tickled over her arms and legs and reached for the vibrator sitting at her entrance. When he took it away, she moaned in disappointment, wanting a stronger contact, not less of one.
He squatted down to eye level with her pussy, and dragged her body to the edge of the table to her squeals from behind the gag. Taking a deep whiff of her juices soaked cunt, he dove in. Teeth and tongue nibbled, swirled, bit and tasted her pink, quivering flesh, seeking the places that drove her wild. Using fingers to stroke the outer muscles of her entrance, he pushed a finger into the willing opening, and sought out her g-spot, crooking his finger in the come hither movement. In moments she was screaming over the ball gag and coming on his tongue; the vibrator had done its job well.
Standing back up, he went to the front of the table, and dragged her forward, her sensitive nipples being tugged on by the table. Slowly he unsnapped the front of his pants, pulling down his black tight underwear, revealing himself inch by inch until he was released. His thick, round cock stood out six inches from his hips. He released her ball gag and replaced it with his hard shaft. The red purple head disappeared into the soft mouth, followed by as many inches as he could fit into her before she started to gag on him. Her moans vibrated upon his head and shaft, sending shivers up his spine. He tugged his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside as his hips began to softly push and pull his cock in and out of her deep throat. He hadn't had a blow job in a long time, and it was going to end him quickly if he didn't pull out soon.
Quickly with her sucking mouth he was on the verge of cuming, his balls tight to his body. He shoved himself deep, further than ever, and held still there while she choked around his cock, her nose buried in the nest of hair at his groin. With only force of will he pulled out of her gagging mouth, and slapped her with his dick. As she gasped for breath he replaced the vibrator that was just barely touching her clit, leaving her in frustration and agony that she couldn't come. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes, and left her there to look through the rest of the house, wanting to make sure that no one would interrupt his plans that night. When he found her bedroom, he went searching for some more toys.
He returned to the kitchen with a riding crop and a butt plug in his hands and a vibrating cock ring slipped over his member. Her eyes opened wide with appreciation as she feigned fear of the toys.
The buzzing of the cock ring on the base of his shaft and pleasantly tingling on his balls was a constant tease to his tortured head. His cock throbbed up and down, searching for something to rub against, because all it would take would be a touch to cause his balls to explode down his shaft. They were churning, and tight against his body, begging for release. But he was in control of his body, and his desires would have to wait. This torture of edging himself was just as pleasurable as edging the target in front of him.
He shoved the plug into her sopping pussy, causing her to shriek with the unexpected penetration. Rolling it around to coat it with her slickness, he played with her clit for a few moments. He felt her convulsions through the chrome and black plug, grinning devilishly when he pulled the plug out of her grasping pussy and removing the vibrator again.
She screamed at in frustration, "Damn you!" And was answered with swift retribution of a stinging smack from the riding crop across her back.
Put back in her place, she quietly whimpered when he once again pushed the plug into her cunt. When, when it was nice a lubed with her juices, he began to push the plug into her tight asshole, the muscles going taut with the intrusion. Twisting and pulling on the plug, he was toying with her as she was moaning and crying out for him to "Fuck me, please master fuck me!" until the last centimeters settled inside of her, her tight crinkled opening popped closed around the slimmer back end of the plug. She groaned as she adjusted as much as the ropes that hogtied her legs allowed.
Then he laid into her with the crop.
She screamed in pain and pleasure, the stinging red mark on her exposed thigh radiating pain. Another wicked smack to the opposite thigh had her crying out again. The stinging smacks continued on each thigh for a minute until she was sobbing. She didn't even know if it was for him to continue to hit her or to stop. During her squirming to try to escape the pain, the vibrator had fallen to the floor, and was buzzing loudly against the wooden floorboards. Stooping to pick it up, he shoved it inside of her. Gasping with the new tingling sensation to her pussy, she froze, not moving to hold the pressure just there.
