The Art Of Breaking Her Pt 06

The Art of Breaking Her: Sweet Suffering Awaits

"And I thought, I had taught you better than that." His father's voice was stern and his disappointed clearly audible.

"Father," Aiden began to explain, "it's not what you think."

"Oh, it's

exactly

what I think. You've fallen for that little slut of yours. I know how softly you handled her at the ball yesterday. Would you have wasted that much time with any other slut? Would you have interrupted Declan for any other slut? And would you have brought any other slut to my soiree?" He yelled his last few words and Aiden winced.

"So, you know." He said in a low tone.

"Yes, I know. Declan told me what you've been up to with that girl." He stepped closer to his son. "I told you to get it out of your system whenever you liked. Under the one condition that you would not fall for anyone until you finished all your studies. I will not let you throw away a good career for a stupid girl, like your brother did all those years ago."

"I am not falling for her," Aiden said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, you don't?" Maxwell Graham's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "Then tell me, where did she spend the night after the masked ball? In her room back at Ridgewood? Or maybe in one of the guest rooms? Or was it your own room?"

Aiden looked down at his feet. He cursed himself for being so stupid. He should have cleaned her up and sent her home with a cab. But something within him had told him to take care of her, to protect her, to keep her safe.

"It will not happen again."

"No, it won't. And I will take care of it.

Aiden's head shot up at that.

"What? No, I can take care of it myself, father."

"You've already proven twice that you can't. So, you'll forgive me if I don't watch you fail a third time." He yelled for his butler, who showed up promptly at the door to the study. "Get me the girl."

Samantha felt like she was being escorted to her own execution. She didn't know exactly why Mr. Graham wanted to speak with her, but she was sure it wasn't good. After she had woken up in Aiden's bed this morning, with sticky thighs and a sore ass reminding her of the night before, she knew she was in trouble.

He had been so soft and gentle with her, knowing how difficult the first time anal would be for her. And then he had kept her in his bed -- but why? To protect her? She didn't know for sure, what she did know however, was that she had felt safe with him.

"You can go in," the butler said, stopping the thoughts racing through her mind within a second. She swallowed hard and pushed the doors open with trembling hands. Aiden stood in front of the large wooden desk in the middle of the room, his hands stiffly folded behind his back.

Maxwell Graham on the other hand leaned almost casually against the table, looking Samantha up and down as she entered. She still wore yesterday's dress, as she hadn't had any spare clothes. A quick look in the mirror earlier had shown her messy hair and slightly smudged makeup.

"You must be Ms. Calerdeen." He pursed his lips in obvious dislike and Samantha nodded but didn't dare to say a word. "You're probably wondering why I brought you here." She nodded again and he gave his son a short glance. "Can't she speak?"

"I can speak," Samantha said before Aiden could answer. His father's rudeness had broken through her nervousness.

He turned his attention back to her and pushed himself off the table. Samantha needed every bit of discipline to not back away as he stepped in closer. He was intimidating, she decided.

It was clear where Aiden got his good looks from, but in his father's eyes she saw nothing but pure disdain.

"Well, as you have obviously not been taught good manners, I will make this quick, so you can leave my premises rather sooner than later," he began but Samantha's scoff interrupted him.

"I have not been taught good manners? Is this the way you treat your guests? Then I surely can't learn anything from you in this regard."

She could see his jaw clench at her retort, but she would not let him insult her.

"Ms. Calerdeen," he began, with a voice that could cut glass. "I will only say this once, so you better listen very closely. I won't allow you near my son ever again. You are nothing but an unwanted distraction. So, keep away from him or I will make you regret it."

Was he threatening her? How dared he? She had not asked to be a guest at his masked ball. Nor had she ever asked to be a part of his son's games. And now he acted as if she was the one running after him.

"You can keep your empty threats to yourself, Mr. Graham. I have no interest in your son," she stated boldly, and it gave her heart a little twinge when she saw Aiden's shoulders tense at her words.

"Really?" He said unimpressed and slowly began circling her. "So, when you think about last night's events, it leaves you completely unfazed?"

She swallowed as the memories played out before her inner eye. How he had softly stroked her behind, how he had prepared and stretched her with his fingers to later take his hard cock in her tight ass.

She felt a twinge of arousal between her legs and her breathing hitched at the thought. Something Mr. Graham didn't miss.

"It doesn't seem so." He stepped in front of her. "And it should be easy enough to prove it." He gripped her right upper arm tightly and with his other hand he slipped underneath her skirt and between her thighs, before she could stop him.

His fingers easily found her wet folds behind the thin fabric of her underwear.

"Ms. Calerdeen, you can try and lie all you want. But your body tells the truth. You are nothing but a filthy slut, chasing after my son's attention." He let go of her and stepped back to his desk. "But we can probably set this straight very easily. By simply

re-adjusting

your thoughts."

He opened one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out a small riding crop. As he made his way over to Samantha again, Aiden spoke up.

"You don't need to do that," he began but his father cut him off instantly.

"It's your own fault she is in this situation. And now, I don't want to hear another word from you, unless you want a taste of this as well." He said and raised the crop in Aiden's direction.

Samantha had taken two steps back at the sight of the crop. He wasn't seriously going to punish her for -- for what? For getting wet at the memories of last night?

"Let's get this over with, Ms. Calerdeen. Lift your skirt and pull down your underwear."

As if frozen, Samantha wasn't able to move. Only when Mr. Graham stood right in front of her, did the feeling return to her body.

"Do as you are told, Ms. Calerdeen. I don't like wasting my time."

As if of their own accord, her arms reached under her skirt to gather the soft fabric of the dress und slip off her pale blue panties. When they fell to the ground, he ordered her to step out and she did.

He picked them up with a reproving look, her arousal glistening in the dim light of the room and Samantha could swear that she saw a small, satisfied smile tug at the outer corner of his mouth. Then he threw them onto the ground at Aiden's feet.

"Not even the threat of punishment can keep her arousal in check." He spat at his son before turning his attention back to Samantha. "Spread your legs", he ordered and reluctantly, she did.

Then he let the crop slowly slide up her inner thigh until it rested right against her exposed cunt. With a small movement he pulled the crop back and then let it snap against the soft flesh of her pussy.

She yelped in surprise as a small sting shot through her.

"You will stay away from my son", he said and let the crop slap between her legs again, this time a bit more forceful. "You will no longer see him."

He hit her with the crop again and she let out a small cry. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the pain was exhilarating. The heat that lingered between her legs after every stroke rushed through her entire body and aroused her.

Another stroke landed on her dripping cunt, and it made a soft and wet noise. Mr. Graham stopped his punishment and stepped right in front of her again. Without any warning, he pushed his hands between her thighs and his fingers slid in without even the faintest hint of resistance.

The feeling of his fingers buried deep inside her, twirling in a tormenting stimulation made her fall forward slightly, so that her head almost rested on his chest.

"I see how it is, Ms. Calerdeen. We will need a different kind of punishment for the message to sink in. You are obviously enjoying this way too much." The deep timber of his voice caused her to shiver slightly.

He pulled his hand back, her juices clearly visible on his fingers. He cleaned them off on the fabric of her skirt. Then he pulled her over to the desk, bending her over and lifting the dress over her bare behind.

Then he landed a hard blow on her behind with his hand. The pain shot through her and a surprised cry tore from her throat. Five more blows landed on her behind in a quick succession and a tear ran down her cheek, when he was done hitting her.

The pain was intense, but it didn't do anything to dampen her arousal -- on the contrary, it made her labia pulsate even more. He pushed his hand back between her thighs and realised that she had gotten even wetter. Her arousal now slowly running down between her thighs, soiling her.

He stepped back and she could hear a small laughter.

"Now I know what to do with you, Ms. Calerdeen." He stepped around her. "Now I know exactly what kind of punishment will work."

He put his arm around her neck and pulled her towards him and away from the desk, so that her back was leaning against his chest. She could feel his quickened heartbeat and his strong upper body pressing against her. Then he turned her around to face Aiden. His face was distorted in a weak attempt to hide his rage.

She felt Maxwell's fingers find the centre of her body again and he began rubbing her clit in agonizingly slow circles. Her arousal built and her breath quickened. She was about to come, when suddenly, he stopped and let go of her.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she almost cried out in frustration at the sudden lack of contact. He gave her another minute to calm down, before he stepped in front of her and pushed her back until she felt the hard wood of the desk against her ass.

Pushing her up onto it, he shoved the fabric of her dress up with rough hands and instantly found her clit again. Rubbing up and down between her soaked folds, he brought her closer and closer to orgasm again and just when her body gave away the tell-tale signs of her almost reaching the edge, he stepped away from her again.

Her head was spinning and the overload of sensation between her legs caused her to see spots in her vision. She didn't know how much longer she could bear any of this. It felt like she was close to blacking out.

When she felt him stepping in front of her again, she tried to roll to the side to protect her sensitive flesh from him, but he pulled her off the table in one swift motion and pushed her onto the ground, where she landed on all fours, right at Aiden's feet.

Yet again, Maxwell's fingers dug through the fabric of her dress and buried themselves in her wet middle. Relentlessly pushing in and out of her, massaging her soft folds and rubbing over her clit.

She bit her lip and did everything she could to not give any indication of how close she was, desperately hoping she could come without him noticing, but he was one step ahead of her. The second she felt an orgasm rising, he pulled away from her.

Falling over to the side, she spasmed with unmet needs and burning desire. She pushed her own hands between her legs, but he was faster. He grabbed her arms and forcefully pulled them behind her back.

She felt the cold metal and heard the treacherous clicking sound as a pair of handcuffs restricted her from touching herself. Then he pulled her up to her knees, facing Aiden.

"I will say it again: You will stay away from my son, or you will regret it, Ms. Calerdeen. Do you hear me?"

Samantha fought an internal struggle. She was begging for release. Would it really be that hard to stay away from Aiden? What did she have to lose?

"Say it Ms. Calerdeen," Maxwell ordered her, but when Aiden's eyes met hers, she couldn't find the words. The small hint of hope that she saw in them, silenced her.

When she didn't respond, he plunged down between her legs again, continuing his torment of her overstimulated and dripping pussy. He knew exactly which buttons to push with her and had her on the brink of orgasm within seconds again.

She cried out loud when he tore away again, effectively ruining the orgasm for her.

After a few more rounds, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please stop," she begged, "please. I can't do this anymore. Please. Please make me come", she wheezed but he merely laughed at her.

"Say the words, Ms. Calerdeen. And maybe, if you beg a little more, I will allow it."

Tears began to rise within her, but she swallowed them. She wouldn't give up. She couldn't. But her restraints crumbled when he let his fingers slip between her labia again.

Another wave of arousal immediately flooded her senses, making it impossible to think one clear thought. She was climbing higher again, and her breathing ached in her lungs. She was close, so close. Samantha could almost feel the edge of her orgasm, when the stimulation vanished once again.

She would have tumbled over, had he not held her tightly against him and a whimper escaped her.

"Please," she pleaded. "I will do as you say. I will do anything."

Her head only realised what she had said after the words came out of her mouth.

"Anything, mhm? As it should be for a slut like you. But even with you doing as I say, how can I make sure you, Aiden will do what I say as well?" He tilted his head as he padded hers like she was a dog. "Ah, I know. After I had her, you won't want her anymore."

Aiden's eyes widened, proving his father right and he pulled her up and over to the desk once more. He pushed her down again and she heard the ripping of a condom package. Samantha wanted to get up but his hand on her back kept her in place.

Then she felt a hard erection right at her soaked entrance and with a forceful push, he plunged into her up to the hilt. She cried out at the feeling of being filled to the brim, stretched around his huge cock that was boring into her.

Without giving her any time to adjust to his size, he started fucking her and it felt as if he was pushing against her bellybutton from the inside. Cries of pain and pleasure tore from her throat and Aiden became a blurry silhouette in front of her eyes.

A sharp pain shot through her as a hard stroke landed on her right buttock and her arousal spiked. Her breathing accelerated again, and she was nearing another orgasm. Would she be allowed to come this time?

A rough hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back, so that she almost couldn't breathe anymore.

"This time you are finally allowed to come, you filthy little slut," Maxwell panted behind her, still slamming hard into her and pushing her to her limits with each thrust.

His words ignited something within her and she exploded into a million pieces as an earth-shattering orgasm washed over her. As if all the times before when he hadn't allowed her to come had combined into one, the sensation was overwhelming, blurring her vision as her clit throbbed and arousal spurted from her soaked cunt.

He heard him groan through gritted teeth behind her as he poured into her. Slowly coming down from their highs, they were both breathing heavily. When realisation sank in, gravity became almost overwhelmingly heavy. Motionless, she laid on the table, not daring to get up as she didn't trust her legs to hold her.

Maxwell pulled his still massive cock out of her and a sudden feeling of emptiness overcame her. He slapped her ass once again for good measure and she winced at the sudden pain.

"So," he said out of breath, "do you still want your little slut, Aiden?" He tied a knot into the condom and threw it in the bin. Then he pulled his pants back up and closed his belt. "The next time I suspect that she is distracting you from your studies, I will fuck her tight ass and make sure she won't be able to sit for a week, understood?"

"Yes, father," Aiden pressed out between clenched teeth.

"Good, now get her out of my sight."