Page 54 of Interview with a Sadist
“I’m yours, Sir. You introduced this world to me. I belong in it because of you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Nolan smiles as he takes two steps back. “Good girl. Now, on your knees.”
Adrenaline pumps through my veins with the force of an engine as I swallow hard and slowly do as I’m told. Nolan stands back and watches me, his face devoid of all emotion as I lower myself to the floor. Once I’m down, his figure becomes so much more imposing. He grows to twice his size as he menacingly looks down at me, and I feel powerless below him—exactly how I like it.
I place my palms on my thighs and go still, waiting for Nolan’s next command.
“Good. Now don’t move, and don’t speak,” he says, before turning around to walk to the cabinet in the corner. I watch him open it and pull out a black ball fastened between two leather straps. A ball gag—something I’ve never experienced before. My heart quickens just looking at it.
“Open,” Nolan says when he reaches me. He holds the gag in front of my mouth, and when I part my lips, he shoves it in, fastening the straps tight behind my head. Once it’s on, he steps back and looks at me. “God, you’re so fucking beautifully disgusting it makes my cock throb. You make me want to skip everything and get right to fucking you until you shatter, but I’m a Dom after all, and I’ll be patient. We’ll take our time, Princess. You will answer with a nod of your head when asked a question, otherwise, you’ll be silent. Do you understand?”
I nod my head and bite down on the ball so I don’t smile behind it. Who would’ve known that I would fall in love with sexual acts of this nature? In two seconds flat, I went from no experience with a ball gag to absolutely loving the feeling of one in my mouth. Drool pools around my tongue and I can’t do anything to stop it from leaking out. It falls to the floor in a string of spit, but I’m not disgusted. Iwantto be distasteful and nasty, as long as it’s for him.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he says as a puddle of spit forms on the floor beneath me. He’s not turned off by it. Somehow, he likes it and it drives me crazy.
Nolan quickly makes his way behind me and crouches down at my back. He ties my hair into a ponytail for me, then wraps the hair around his fist and uses it to lift me to my feet. Pain screams from the back of my head down my neck, but it’s not torturous. I’m aroused by it, and I moan as he uses my hair to guide me back to the wall directly next to the door.
“You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you?” he asks as he tears at my leggings, forcefully yanking them down until they’re at my ankles.
I nod my head, and Nolan slams a hand onto my throat as he slaps my pussy with the other hand. I squeal and squirm beneath his touch, and he tightens his grip around my throat. As the air to my brain is cut off, Nolan holds his grip, watching as my face fills with tension and I know I’m changing colors.
“Yes,” he says, smiling like the devil himself. “That’s it, Princess. Brighten up for me. Look how beautiful you are.”
Nolan lets go of my throat, and just as I’m about to suck in air, he slaps me across the face, not hard enough to knock me over, but enough to give me a perfect stinging cheek.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Bree,” he says as he uses the hand between my legs to rub my clit. My knees wobble beneath his touch, but his other hand keeps me standing. All I can do is moan behind my gag.
“Look at this perfect little pussy.” Nolan says as he looks down. “Goddamn, every inch of you is a work of art.”
Nolan reaches back and smacks my clit the same way he just slapped my face. The pain radiates from my pussy to each of my limbs, and my moan pushes its way past my gag until it reaches the rest of the office. My legs shake under my weight, and just when I stabilize myself, he does it again. The sound of the slap echoes and bounces off the walls of the office, sending stinging tears to my eyes.
“Yes, Bree,” Nolan says, enjoying every second of the torment. “You’re such a good girl for me. I fucking love it.”
He reaches back and slaps my pussy again, and I nearly collapse from the pain, but before my body can go limp, Nolan drops to his knees and clamps his mouth on my clit, licking it over and over again.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble behind the ball gag, my words never actually leaving my mouth. Instead, only spit escapes and falls down onto Nolan’s shoulder, but he’s too busy eating me out to notice.
I wrap my hands around his head and pull him forward, encouraging him to keep going as I feel myself careening toward the edge of an orgasm. I press my back against the wall and push my hips out so I can grind against his face, and he moans into my pussy, loving it all.
“Yeah?” he says, looking up at me. “You want to fuck my face?” he asks, before slapping my clit again with perfect aim, making it sing with pain and pleasure.
I nod my head, and he slaps me again, jolting my body.
“You want to fuck my face, you little whore?” he says, and I nod eagerly. He slaps my clit again and I cry out. “Yeah? Then do it, and don’t stop until you give me all of you to drink. Do it. Fuck my face, Bree.”
Nolan slaps my clit one last time, before lunging forward and sucking my clit into his mouth. Like a fucking madwoman, I grab the back of his head and hold on as I grind myself against his face with absolutely no mercy. I know it must hurt to have a grown woman press down with all of her weight, but I don’t fucking care. I squeeze the back of Nolan’s head and fuck his face until sweat beads through my clothes. I fuck until my lungs are on fire. I grind until the orgasm I’m craving finally sweeps over me in a fury, and I burst like a pipe into Nolan’s mouth.
My screams are too strong to be held back by the gag this time. Every decibel squeezes its way past the ball and fills the room as I press Nolan’s mouth against my pussy until it’s all over, and I’m left a trembling mess on weak legs. Nolan stands up and slams his wet mouth against the other side of the ball gag, kissing me without kissing me, and I kiss back. Sweat, cum, and spit soak our mouths and fall down in long strings to our clothes and the floor. Neither of us is concerned because this is heaven, and there are no worries in heaven.
“You taste so fucking good,” Nolan says, backing away enough to unfasten his pants. “Now I’m going to ravage that dripping wet pussy of yours until your legs don’t work. You’re going to have to fucking crawl out of this room tonight. Are you ready for my cock, Princess?”
I nod my head as Nolan removes his belt. He reaches into his pants, and just as he’s about to pull his beautiful cock out for me to see, there’s a knock at the door.
We freeze, both of us with bulging eyes as we wonder who the hell it could be. I panic, but Nolan shakes his head and raises a hand. He’s calm as he clears his throat and speaks with a deep, confident voice.
“Yeah?”
The sound of the door knob rattling sends a spike of fright through my heart, but luckily Nolan locked the door.
