This is the twelfth story in the "Hollywood Hills" series. Due to limitations with character spacing on Literotica, I wasn't able to convey the full titles of my stories. Please click on my name and read the first eleven in the series:

Hollywood Hills: The Hostile Hollywood Hottie Hollywood Hills: The Japanese Are Brilliant Hollywood Hills: The River Thames & My Ex James Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper Part One Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper Part Two Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper Part Three Hollywood Hills: The Referral Hollywood Hills: Celebration Hollywood Hills: My Ex & The Supermodel Hollywood Hills: 101 Ways To Crash A Party Hollywood Hills: The Cure

Note: This material is intended for adults, 18 years or older. This story is not to be read by prudes, the under aged, overly sensitive sudo -politically correct people, or if porn or erotic literature is illegal in your state. The characters and stories are fictional. Everything is copyrighted and belongs to me, and so If I catch you even trying to take a little of it, you'll be sorry.

Topics: S&M, spanking, ebony, ethnic, oral, anal, public

The obvious: Lesbians just don't up and convert everyday. No hate male people. Don't need the preaching.

The lesson: You might think you're totally in control, but eventually you'll find out that you're not.

"Well, you gonna let me in or not?" Carlotta said standing in front of me, her long dark hair fell in her face, she looked tired around the eyes. She wore a rumpled white button down shirt and a pair of dark washed jeans. I stepped aside to let her in, stunned that she would even show up here.

"No one's home?"

"I was just about to leave," I told her, remembering that my brother was waiting outside for me, "What's wrong?"

She sighed and covered her face with her hands, "I'm going crazy," She looked up at me, "Mia won't talk to me, but you know what? That's fine.I realize that's your sister and everything but really, fuck her. The thing is I just can't stop thinking about."

I cut her off, "I don't really wanna hear about how you can't get over my sister."

She furrowed her brows and grimaced, "What? Didn't you just hear what I said? I don't care about her right now."

"So who were you thinking about?" I shook my head, genuinely confused.

She didn't answer. We locked eyes for a few seconds and then she looked down at her shoes. Suddenly, I began to understand. I lunged towards her, smiling, "Carlotta," but she moved away from my grasp and held up her hands, "Hold on Gilvan. I'm just confused right now. I'm not used to feeling this way. Like I'm not in control."

I just nodded, my throat getting itchy and tight, I could feel a rush of electricity in my veins but I tried to remain calm. I felt like any sudden movement could make her flee.

"So why are you here?"

"I need to know why I can't get you off my mind. I've been gay my whole life. Maybe, I just get off on sex, and maybe you're just another-"

The buzzer rang, interrupting her. I cursed inwardly as I pressed the button, "Yeah?"

"C'mon, I'm waiting for you. What, fucking that supermodel made you wanna jerk again? Or are you taking a nap?"

I let go of the button, not wanting to turn around and face Carlotta.

"Gilvan what the fuck is he talking about?"

I turned around to see her brows furrowed, her arms across her chest, "Fucked a supermodel?"

"It's just a stupid joke." I laughed, lying to her, or attempting to anyway.

The door suddenly opened, and there was Jeffrey. "C'mon man I-" He saw Carlotta's frowning face, "Somebody here for Nia?"

"I'm Carlotta."

"Oh shit, this is the lesbian who's after Mia? Damn. This house stays busy." He reached out a hand for Carlotta to shake, "I'm Jeff. His twin."

"No shit?" She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jeff's eyes moved curiously from me to Carlotta. "So did you really buttfuck my brother?" He laughed and then stopped, realizing no one else was even smiling.

"I thought you lesbians didn't fuck boys?"

"Jeff!"

"Your twin's real classy Gil."

" I'm sorry, I'm just saying."

"Look! The past is the past." I said giving my brother a stone cold look.

"Oh so you guys are cool? Good then, she should've been here earlier, you could've had that girl again."

"What girl?"

"Yeah, she told us about what happened at the party. Then she got all hot and bothered and we fucked her brains out."

Since when did my brother become so candid with strangers? This was bordering on impolite.

"Look Jeff, its not really a good time to be."

"Well." She said, a little too loudly. "Sounds like a good time was had by all. I'm out." Carlotta started for the door.

"Wait." I grabbed her arm and she looked at me as if she were going to snap my neck in one swift movement. I sighed, "Look, that didn't mean anything. I'm serious."

"I could really care less."

"So why are you mad?"

"I'm not. I just thought you were different. But that doesn't matter, I just came over to tell you that I'll be calling you soon. So. Be ready."

And with that she left. So I was left standing there with my brother, "What she talking about?"

I shook my head, "Nothing. I'm helping her out with something."

"With stalking Mia? I mean you did drive her to the party, what else do you wanna do?"

"First of all she drove herself, second of all -mind your business." I said grabbing my bags and heading for the door. But I stopped in my tracks again when he refused to shut up.

"I'm just saying, if our sisters hate her and she's supposed to be psycho, and yeah she's built like a brick house but she looks like she knows how to kill people with her pinky.so why you still hanging around her? I mean, I know she seems cool but."

"She's the girl."

So then when I say this, my brother gets this crazy grimace on his face, then he busts out laughing.

"You must be gay man. Its okay I'll accept you. You don't have to do this."

"What?"

"It's obvious you're setting yourself up for failure. No wonder your going around looking all sad and depressed. You're reaching for something unattainable man. She's a dyke. I don't care if she did stick a dildo in you, even I can tell she's pussy exclusive."

"You don't know what you're talking about Jeff." I opened the door, walked towards the elevator and he followed.

"Seriously, if this is your dream girl, the only girl you wanna get with, then you must subconsciously be afraid of a real relationship with a girl because.HELLO.she's a-"

"Shut up Jeff!" I wanted to tell him so badly about what my "helping" Carlotta out could really be about. I wanted to tell him about the other times besides me getting fucked in the ass that I've done things with her. But I couldn't. She didn't want me to tell anyone. But I just wanted to shut his fucking-

"You must be gay too, going after a married woman and all."

His facial expression changed, "She's only engaged."

"Whatever. She fucks you during a session within five minutes of meeting you and you think she's wifey."

"Fuck you Gil."

Yeah that shut him up. For now.



"Just let me know what you're going to do love," she finally said. "You know where I am." She hung up. Then I hung up. Who knows why I called in the first place? All I did was breathe on the phone not able to really talk. I don't know what I expected her to say. Did I expect Roanelle to beg me back? To cry and ask for forgiveness? That's what I really wanted, but I had to know deep down that it wasn't what I was going to get. That's just not her style.

Ever since I caught the girls in their torrid threesome at the party, I've been wandering around LA hiding away, trekking from cheap motel to cheap motel each day. If anyone wanted to find me I knew they'd look me up in the places I usually stay in. I just wanted to be alone, to think. Now, I was standing in the rain, calling Roanelle from my cell phone, wondering what to do next.

I just feel so out of control.

Things are happening to me, and I'm merely reacting. Suddenly I'm going to be a father. And, my fiancé, who can't even keep her legs closed for more than fifteen minutes at a time, doesn't respect me. She won't even ask me to come to her. She just wants to know what I'm "going to do." I suppose I should take into consideration the fact that she hasn't left LA yet. Still, that wasn't much comfort.

I walked down the street deciding what to do. Dump Roanelle, or marry her regardless? I've no idea of what I should do, or what I should feel. What could nudge me out of this daze? What did I need to feel in order to decide how to go on?

It suddenly struck me. I needed control.



I showed up on Nia's doorstep. When she opened the door she gasped and reached up on her toes to hug me. I held her back, vaguely aware that my wet coat was pressed up against her warm body, only cloaked in a large cotton button down pajama shirt.

She reached up and touched my face, and I saw something in her eyes that I've never noticed before. Full and utter concern. Emotion. She was showing me she cared. After walking around like a zombie for several days, this display almost brought tears to my eyes.

"Come in." She said dragging me inside. As soon as she slammed the door, she went right back to the same girl I always knew, "Where the hell have you been James? I've been calling you and looking for you and-"

I hushed her and pressed a finger against her lips. "Please, just don't do this now." I said to her, walking away and collapsing on the sofa. I was suddenly very tired, and strangely this was the only place I felt at home in a long time. I didn't want her to screw it up by bitching.

"Well you can stay if you want to. Gil left for my parents' house. I don't think he'll be back for a while. You can stay in his room."

When I didn't answer, she sighed, sat next to me, and put her head on my shoulder and held my hand. We sat there for a while until I finally told her everything I was thinking, everything I was feeling.

"So what you're saying is you don't want her running the show anymore? How are you gonna make her understand that?"

"The only thing she understands is sex." I said, noticing how Nia's beautiful brown eyes flinched just a little. I don't know if she wanted to talk about my sex life with Roanelle, but then she said, "Control, sex? I think I know someone you can talk to."





"So, you're actually going to help me?" I shook my head in disbelief. A few days later we were sitting around in some caf with one of Roanelle's "conquests". I couldn't believe Nia had set up this meeting.

"Why wouldn't I?" Carlotta said, sipping her black coffee. "Just 'cause I fucked your girl doesn't mean that I can't help you. Besides it's a favor to Nia."

"Why to Nia?"

"She's the only person I respect in this whole town. And I feel bad if I caused any trouble. You're a good person Nia."

She nodded towards Nia who almost blushed. "Listen Carlotta, I think you know the reason why I asked you to help James. It's bizarre, but if anyone knows about this kind of thing, its gotta be you."

"Yeah well, I admit I'm sort of shocked. I thought you hated my guts."

"Well, Mia's told me how you've been respecting her space."

"Well if that's what you want to call it then yeah, I've been doing that. Life is too short to waste it on people who don't love you." As she said this she looked directly into my eyes. Nia seemed to catch on too, because she also glanced at me when Carlotta said this.

" He wants to save his relationship. But he wants her to know that he's not a doormat. He wants to show her what its like to feel under the complete mercy of someone else. Helpless."

"The helplessness he felt is different from the kind she's gonna feel."

"I know, but what else can I do?" I said, "All she understands is sex."

"If you really want to let her have it.really want to show that fucking bitch who's boss, then you'll listen to me. She'll get the lesson of her life."

"Damn.why such the harsh words? You just had a threesome with her like a week ago." Mia asked.

The Amazonian princess only smiled, "Whatever. I just don't think pretty boy here should be wasting his time. She'll run through anybody." The girl then started to laugh, "I mean, she's had everyone in your family except you and your grandmother."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my heart was beating fast.

"Its just a joke James. She didn't mean it literally."

The girl raised her eyebrows and stopped smiling, "Oh you mean you don't know? Your brothers didn't tell you?"

I balled my fists up tight and gritted my teeth. I could feel Nia's hand on my forearm, trying to comfort me.

"I mean right after I hit it, a day or two after she went to Nia's place looking for her and ran into her brothers. Literally. Look, I'm sorry. That's why I'm telling you that this shouldn't really be about 'saving your relationship', this should be about revenge."

"How could Jeff and Gil not say anything?" Nia almost yelled, other people looked over and she lowered her voice, "and what is up with that, that little."

I didn't know whether to be upset or to feel sad for the girl. "Nia. That's all she knows. Do you see what I mean?"

"Doesn't it make you angry though?" Carlotta asked. "I mean come on, that's where I would draw the line."

"She needs help. I don't know whether I should carry this out."

Carlotta sucked her teeth and asked, "What are you gonna do get Dr. Phil? She'd probably fuck him too."

Nia tried to muffle a laugh.

"Listen you tell me what you wanna do right now. You said she needs help. What about what you need? You said you need control. You need to show that whore who's boss. Don't you want a chance to know what that's like? If you keep psycho babbling the broad, she's going to hold all of the cards, all the time, using that shit as an excuse."

I turned to Nia, asking with my eyes what I should do, but she only shrugged.

"Okay. I think I know what I want to do."



I got the call about a quarter to midnight. She told me to wait outside on the corner of Hollywood and Vine. She pulled up in her truck, music thumping, hair down in her face, shades on with a fitted button down red blouse and jeans. "Get in pretty boy."

I hopped in the car thinking about how I was daydreaming about her all day. I dreamt about her long straight thick shock of ebony brown hair, her big beautiful brown eyes with long dark lashes. I dreamt of her toasted almond skin, and the hourglass shape that was housed by her five foot nine frame. I salivated over her big ample breasts with the pink raspberry nipples. They had to be between a double or a triple D. She was a beautiful Samoan princess, but she was only semi-feminine. She didn't go all out with things that were short, tight or frilly. She often had a fitted sleek look, no make up (she doesn't need any) and her long hair is usually out of her face.

"Had a fucked up day today. My new partner's an idiot."

"Oh really?" I was nervous and didn't know what to say. We usually didn't make small talk when we were together. Soon we were on a stretch of highway and we sat in silence as she cruised at about eighty. I didn't say anything, I was just happy to be there. I knew that if I had anything to gain, I couldn't be the punk ass pussy whipped asshole she yelled at all of the time. I had to be stronger if I at least wanted her respect.

"You wanna know why you're here?" She was nervous. I could tell. She couldn't look at me.

"Of course I do."

"So remember what I was trying to tell you at your sister's house?"

I nodded.

"Remember that night when you dropped me off at the party? Did you mean all those things you said?"

"Yeah. You know I did."

"What are you saying?" She snickered a little, "You love me or something?"

I stopped to think for a moment, did I?

"Yeah, I think I do."

"So why'd you fuck the supermodel?"

"Because.you said you wanted me out of your life. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I fucked around. She didn't mean anything to me."

She closed her eyes briefly and sighed, rubbing a denim clad thigh. "Okay. Well. You're here because I've been having these feelings."

"Right."

"Remembering about when we were together."

"Okay." I said getting hopeful.

"I can't believe I got off with you. So I'm trying to figure out why. Trying to figure out if I've.changed."

"Wait a minute. Are you trying to tell me, that you trying to figure out if you're still gay?"

"I know, I sound dumb." She said earnestly with a straight face. "If any of my home girls knew about this.if ANYONE knew about this." She shook her head and looked out of the window.

I saw her turn off an exit and then head down a quiet suburban street.

"Where are we going?"

As we drove it didn't take long for smooth paved road to turn into crunchy gravel. We were coming to a dark wooded area. As we were slowing down, my heart was racing.

We were entering a small gravel trail in the woods; we bumped along slowly until we came to a complete stop. I looked around; we were enclosed in total darkness.

"So I don't know." I heard her say softly. "I've always loved sex, loved getting off. But usually I'm giving, not receiving. So I don't know if it felt good for a change when you were getting me off, or if it's something more.

"So, I'm giving myself the ultimate test." She unbuckled her seat belt and turned towards me. I was stunned when she reached for my belt buckle and attempted to unzip my pants.

"Carlotta are you sure you want to."

Could this really be happening? All I remember next is tensing up and shuddering as her soft hands grabbed my hard dick. That's right, I was already rock hard by the time we hit the woods. But my conscience kicked in.

"Wait. You don't have to do this to see if you're gay."

"If I like giving you head, then I'll definitely know what's up."

She had her fingers tentatively wrapped around my dick, stroking it softly up and down, curiously as if she tried to figure out what it really was. Then suddenly and without warning, she dove down on me, her long hair trailing down in my lap. I felt her hot wet mouth move slowly up and down over my shaft. I couldn't believe this was happening. I moaned immediately, even though she was moving slowly as if she was unsure.

"You know what to do." I whispered while I stroked her hair. I reached beneath her and into her shirt. I unbuttoned the top buttons as she swirled her tongue around my tip. Just the fact that she was giving me head had me so turned on I didn't think I'd last long. She began responding to my touch, my fingers on her neck and collarbone, my thumb brushing against her face. I was surprised to find that she wore a red sheer bra. I could feel her hardening nipples through the thin material. I squeezed her tits and caressed her nipples until they became rock hard. By now she was moaning and groaning, slurping and bobbing up and down on my cock. By now she was getting into it. Even though it was dick, she still knew how to pleasure someone regardless. By now she was out of her seat, leaning over me, with her ass in the air. She pulled her cheeks in tight and concentrated on my tip, digging her tongue inside of the tip as she jerked my dick up and down.

"Shit baby, suck it harder." I hissed, as I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pushed her down into my crotch. I couldn't control myself. Surprisingly she moaned the sweetest longest moan ever as I slid a hand into her jeans and felt the moist surface of her panties. By now I was crazy. With her mouth stretched wide by my dick, and her tongue swirling over my tip swishing with saliva, she looked up at me out of those big beautiful dark eyes and long lashes, and I almost lost it.

"I'm about to cum." I warned her.

She only closed her eyes and began to suck harder, bobbing up and down faster and faster, my dick clenched tightly in her hand.

"Oh shit." She wasn't letting up and that's when I exploded in her mouth. I was afraid she'd leap up and lunge for my jugular but she didn't. She just pulled up off of my dick, and leaned over me to spit out of the window on my side.

"I tried to tell you."

"Its okay." She said softly, looking at me with sad eyes.

"Come here." I pulled her close to me and I started kissing her neck. I wrapped my arms around her and embraced her so tight that her tits were smushed against my body. I breathed the scent of her neck in and just held her for a minute. She didn't say or do anything. She just let me hold her. I really think she was in shock. But her body in my lap only got my dick harder. What did this mean? That she really wanted me as much as I wanted her? That I could do what I wanted to do for so long?

"I don't even know who what I am."

"Don't talk like that." I said, "I'm gonna show you who you are right now." I reached beside me and grabbed the mechanism that adjusted my chair. I slid it as far back as it would go, then reclined. She jumped from the sudden movement. I saw surprise in her eyes. I was taking a risk right now, and there was no turning back.

"Take off these pants." I grabbed her fly and began to unbutton it, but she just stared back at me with an expression I couldn't understand. I slid her jeans over her hips and down to her knees. The rest was up to her but she wasn't moving. She just straddled me, jeans halfway off, her cleavage in my face, staring at me, so I did what I could. I began to unbutton her shirt, kissing her collarbone, sucking on her skin. Then I pulled her shirt down over her shoulders, taking each of her arms and sliding the sleeves off of them. She let me do what I wanted but she didn't respond either positively or negatively, though I could see her little raspberry nipples harden through her sheer bra. I grabbed a tit while I sucked on the other one, tasting her through the thin gauzy material, making it wetter and wetter. This is when I heard a slight gasp from her. I felt blood rush to my dick, and that's when I knew that I had to hear her again.

When I reached around and undid her bra, her big buoyant melons bounced in my face. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and flicked each of her nipples. I heard her breath in deeply and more rapidly when I began suckle one tit and roll the nipple of the other between my fingers. When I heard a tiny moan and gasp, I began to suck and tongue each nipple, while sliding down her panties to meet the jeans that were still around her knees. As I sucked on one nipple, swirling my tongue around its hardness, nipping at it with my teeth, I looked up to see her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted as she huffed and puffed in and out.

"Mmmm." she groaned, pulling my head deep into her bosom. I reached down to cup her mound, which was smooth and soft. I felt the moistness of her slit, and traced my finger up and down it with a feather light touch. This time she squirmed and gave a loud grunt. Her hips moved around, she tried to thrust her clit towards my fingers but I kept teasing her.

"So you want this pretty boy to touch your clit?" I asked her spitting her tit from my mouth.

"Mmmm.what more do you want me to say? Look how you've got me."

"I want you to tell me what to do to your pussy." I said continuing to trace my fingertips up and down her slit, which was getting moister and wetter.

"Fuck me with your finger." She leaned into my ear and whispered. My dick hardened and rose, the tip touching her inner thigh. I didn't know if she realized how close it was to her pussy, but I'm guessing she didn't care. I pressed my finger into her slit, pushing inward, feeling a rush of juices as my finger slid into her tight wet core. Damn she was tight. I was getting so hard I could feel the precum oozing out of my tip.

This time she threw her head back and gasped. Her eyes rolled up into her head as I slid two fingers in.

"Oh shit." she grunted.

I pressed my luck and slid a third one in slowly, feeling her muscles stretch around my fingers as I curved the longest one up to touch the grape like texture of her g spot.

"Ahhh.oooh." She cried out, sounding so sexy and feminine I couldn't stand it. I caressed her face with my other hand, then grabbed it forcing her to look into my eyes as she made fuck faces.

"Yeah.you want me to make you cum right baby?"

"Mmm.hmmm." She bit her bottom lip and gasped. I kept finger fucking her as I used my other hands to part the swollen cul-de-sac that covered the tip of her clip, and I began rubbing and massaging her puffy sensitive folds, soon taking one finger and concentrating on the tip, swirling in tight little circles.

"Ohhhh.shit.yeah baby yeah." She cried out. I pounded her core with my three fingers inside of her as I flicked her clit rapidly.

"Ohh.ohhh.ohhh." She screamed out there in the dark of the woods. She wasn't coming yet, her climax was rising ever higher. Her muscles kept contracting tighter and tighter like a vice around my fingers until.

Sweet release.

She dug her fingernails into my shoulders and rode my hands to a sweet long orgasm. "Shit, yes, Gil, yes." She whispered as she came and came.

When she finished she collapsed on top her me, her face in my neck. I slid my fingers from out of her and marveled at the juicy wetness. I pulled her by her hair, and lifted her head. I put my fingers in her mouth and made her taste her own juices. She sucked and licked my fingers, till every drop was gone.

I was ready, so ready.

"You ever had dick before?"

"Long long long time ago."

"You want dick now?"

She didn't answer, she just looked away. I grabbed her face, "I asked you, do you want dick now? Do you want me now?"

Still no response.

"Okay since you wanna be a bad girl I'm gonna make you pay. Pull off your pants and panties."

I was astonished. Cooperation. Now she was completely naked and on my lap. I ran my hands all over her body as if she were a possession, mines to possess and I could tell that she liked it even though she didn't want to.

"Now I'm gonna take that tight pussy the way I want it. Turn around, put your hands on the dash."

She did what she was told. Her knees still straddled my lap only she was backward, supporting her weight on the dashboard. Her pussy was wet and swollen after the orgasm, and I dreamed of what it would be like to feel those tight sugar walls around my throbbing cock. I smacked her on her heart shaped ass and she groaned. Then I reached in and parted her pussy lips with my fingers. I saw the juicy tight core, still oozing with wetness, ready for me to fuck.

"You ready?" I asked, as I lined my thick cock flush up against her pussy. She didn't answer so I just took that as my cue. I slowly eased my cock into her tight silky hole. She cried out as her pussy expanded over my dick.

"Shit." I closed my eyes and gasped, "This feels so fucking good." I couldn't believe I was doing this, taking Carlotta Malea from the back in her own car. I kept pushing myself inside of her until I hit bottom. Then we just stayed like that, not moving. I wasn't sure if she was afraid of hurting herself but I knew that if I made any sudden movements right now, that I might cum.

When I had finally gotten myself together, I grabbed her hips and began to slowly stroke in and out, pulling back and pushing forward. I heard her moan a deep guttural moan when I kept hitting bottom and continually hitting in that pussy deep.

She felt like a warm tight glove that was meant for me. After all these years Carlotta was practically a virgin to dick, real dick, and I was the chosen one to take that cherry again.

I reached under her and started to finger her clit, she hissed and threw her head back, "Oh shit.what the fuck am I doing?"

"You want this dick don't you?" I asked her as I rubbed her clit and pumped myself deeper into her.

"Ummmph.don't make me beg."

"You wanna cum again?"

"Yes."

"So fuck me. Bounce your ass on this dick."

I kept my fingers in the folds of her clit as she pushed herself forward and then back, sliding her pussy around my dick. She hissed and moaned and groaned and she bounced up and down on me. I just leaned back and rubbed circles around her clit, feeling the juices from her pussy drip down her thigh and onto my jeans. She was really turned on by this, and so was I. Shit I was so close, I knew it, so turned on, I became mad. I grabbed her hair, pushed her forward, pinning her to the dash, and I stood up as much as I could and began to bang the back of her pussy out. I wanted her to cum, her muscles to tighten on my dick. She started to gasp and scream, "Oh godddd, yes Gilvan!" She moaned and groaned as our skin smacked together, my fingers entangled in her hair and then she gave a primitive squeal, it sounded like she might've been dying. Her pussy clamped down on my dick and started to milk my shaft and I knew I was about to cum, but I wasn't about to pull out.

I felt a rush of pleasure all over my body, and then I climaxed, blowing my cum deep into her pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head, my fingers tightened around her hair and she continued to milk me as she came again and again.

When we were done, she stumbled off of me back into the driver's seat, still completely naked. She leaned back in her chair, still huffing and puffing and exhausted.

"Come over here baby." I said softly. "I want to hold you."

She looked at me and shook her head. "Don't ever tell anyone about this. Ever."

Needless to say, it wasn't the response I was expecting.

"C'mon Lotta. Don't kill the buzz."

She didn't answer she just kept trying to find all of her clothes.

I sighed, pulled my seat back to an upright position, pulled up and buckled my pants.

Once she was dressed, we were on the road again. She wasn't talking, and I didn't know what more to say except, "Well do you know?"

"Know what?"

"Whether you're gay or straight?"

She gave me a look that could kill, "Are you trying to be funny?"

"No-I."

"Just shut up."

So we drove in silence, back into the city, back to the Hills.



When she walked into the lounge she was all legs and limbs and glowing cinnamon skin. Her green-hazel eyes shone, the light caught the honey blonde highlights in her soft curly hair. She smiled at me, my heart fluttered. She could still make me feel this way even after all we've been through. It's a shame such a good feeling could give way to sadness and pain.

She wore high black pumps. Seemed very retro to me but that what was in now, along with her black short miniskirt with retro heavy pleats, art-deco twenties style. She wore a matching halter with smooth lines. I know it seems sad, but living in London with a supermodel, you learn these things.

I stood up from the bar, dressed in a crisp white work shirt and grey gabardine pants with the black driving mocs she had bought me. I knew from the smile on her face she approved. She hated the fact that basically all I wear are jeans and sport urbanwear. She wanted me to dress up from time to time, but I only did this rarely.

She took my hand and I kissed her on the cheek.

"So, did you miss me?" She hissed into my ear.

"Of course Love.you want a drink?"

We were seated at a table and I nursed my favorite, Cutty Sark straight up on the rocks, and she had a Cosmopolitan.

"I can't get over how cute you look baby." Her strong Sudanese accent coated the air around the sound of her voice with a soft sultriness that sent shivers down my spine. I looked around and realized that I was with the prettiest bird in the whole joint. It made me feel good, like old times when we first met. Those were pure and innocent times, when we could just be together. There was no complicated bullshit, no yelling at each other and plotting for power. We were just in love.

Then it hit me, the reason why I was here. I had to tell myself, "No, no James. She's doing this to you again! Pulling the wool over your eyes. Putting you in a nice and safe place so that you can tolerate her bullshit again. Don't forget your mission."

"Listen sweetie," She says to me, "I think its time we decide what we're going to do."

"What do you mean?"

"Are we together or apart? I mean if we are its time we go home. I have to start lining shows up for the Spring, I can't stay in L.A. for even just another week. We're done working here so."

"Roanelle, are you just going to dismiss the fact that you've cheated on me.again?"

"You consider an all girl menage cheating?" She laughed, it was her condescending, You Are So Stupid, laugh. I hate that laugh.

"Most men would love-"

I was losing my cool, the romantic buzz was beginning to fade away, but still I had to keep calm.

"Look, I don't want to get pissed off tonight okay. I've got something planned for us."

She raised an eyebrow, smiled and leaned in closer, "Oh you do? What is it baby?"

"I want to show you that I've changed."

She furrowed her brows, seeming confused.

I touched her hand and said, "See, I think I know what kind of man you really need. And I think I can show you that I can be that man."

She was definitely intrigued. I paid the check and she followed me out into the balmy night air. I had a feeling that right then, she'd follow me anywhere.



We got out of a cab right in front of a dark alley on the east side.

"Where are we James?" She asked as I led her into the alley and to a side entrance.

"What's this? Can't we go to a hotel?"

I ignored her and opened up the door with the key I was given. Once inside, we came upon a sunken "love" chamber. A room painted black with the walls adorned by chrome accents; things like hanging handcuffs, and chains and studded collars. There was leather and leopard upholstery and with candles and touches of fuchsia and purple neon as the main lighting.

Roanelle gasped and laughed as she entered, throwing off her shawl. "Oh you're really trying to shake things up. What is this place? And what's that?" She practically ran over to a leather love swing hanging from the ceiling by shiny metal chains.

"I don't think we'll be needing that." I said, feeling myself actually flush.

She turned to me and grinned, "And why not? I thought you were 'changing'?"

"Not that much.umm come here look at these." I quickly ushered her away from there and showed her a wall illuminated shelves, all filled with little sex doohickies, and well not so little sex doohickies.

"Wow, these shelves go all the way up.what are those?" Her eyes were lead to the ceiling. There were steel hooks scattered around the room of varying size hanging downward, and about just under six feet from the floor.

"What's that for?"

"You wanna find out?" I eased myself behind her and pressed my growing hardness against her firm supple ass. Just the thought of what I was about to do right now was getting me excited. She giggled as I blew on her neck, and she told me that she wanted to know.

I looked up at the ceiling, figured out where I wanted her to stand and told her to go towards the center of the room. "Close your eyes sweetie." She smiled and bit her lip as closed her eyes and waited for what would happen next.

The next thing she felt was a satin scarf dragging against the softness of her arms and across her collarbone, she swooned and reached out for me, "Don't move. Don't open your eyes."

I know she was surprised my serious tone but still she obeyed. "You're turning me on." She whispered as I tied the scarf over her closed eyes. "You're not like this. I'm almost a little scared."

Scared? I began to smile a little. "Maybe that's a good thing." I told her to lift her arms in the air once her eyes were covered. And then.



I felt cold steel clamping around and encircling my wrists. I gasped. Could it be, handcuffs? Here I was standing in the middle of someone's sex dungeon, eyes covered and wrists cuffed. It was so exciting. James, he's NEVER done anything like this before.



"Did I say you could put your hands down?" I heard him say. I felt a chain (unusually long for handcuffs) dangle from between my wrists and touch against my thighs. "Put them up again."

"But these things are heavy sweetie. Whatever we do tonight, we don't have to be downright silly do we?"

I cried out as I felt him yank the chain that joined the cuffs up into the air. My arms propelled upward, and surprisingly stayed there.

"What the hell?"

"You were wondering what those hooks were for right?"

The chain between the cuffs was long enough so that I didn't pop my arms out of the sockets or hang off of the floor, but too short to yank myself off of the hook. "This is good sweetie, you're really shaking it up.now lets do something else." I heard an edge in my voice. Suddenly that excitement I felt was turning into something else. Out of all the emotions I could possibly have, I was becoming annoyed without a reason I couldn't pinpoint.

As I writhed and tried to get free he said, "Be careful you don't kick off your heels. You'll lose the height you've got and it will really be uncomfortable for your arms."

"Baby.darling." I said in the most sugary voice I could muster, "I'm not really comfortable right now anyhow."

"Well I suggest you stop moving. You're only making it worse." He said flatly.

I could feel my forced smile leaving my face. "Now listen James."

"What's wrong? That condescending baby talk you usually use on me didn't work this time?" I heard him say from across the room.

"What are you talking about? I thought you wanted to make things right?"

"And I thought you were excited? Excited at the prospect that I was trying something new."

"I was until-"

"Until what? You're not physically uncomfortable. Nope." I heard his foot steps circle around me. "You're uncomfortable with something else."

I shook my head, " You're daft James. If I say I'm uncomfortable, why are you doing this to me?" Sure, the bad boy in James did turn me on a little, but if I tell him to not do something, he should listen. At first I thought he was trying to be cute at first, dragging me to this dive with all the neon and black walls and animal print, covering my eyes, cuffing me. It would've been almost fine had it not been for the way he sounds now.just different, unlike the gentleman he always is. "The only thing I'm uncomfortable with is you being a frigging wank."

"Please, you've cheated on me with guys who've been bigger assholes than this."

Well, that was sort of true. I always made excuses that the reason I cheat is because he's not aggressive enough, but I've been with super aggressive men, aggressive to the point where their cruelty has made me cream over and over again.

"Is that what's this about? Me cheating in the past?"

"This is about the only reason you're not happy right now. Because you're not leading me around on your little leash."

"What!"

"Youre a manipulative little wench. You get off on control." As he said this I heard his voice come closer. I could feel him inches away from me.

"God you look so sexy, all writhing and bucking and seething at me. Your body stretched, your tits practically popping out of that top."

This compliment placated me some. I love to be told that I'm sexy.

"Too bad you don't have more curves though." He said as he stroked my face, and his fingers trailed down my neck into my cleavage.

"You're a little skinny."

"There's nothing wrong with me!" He really made me angry with that remark. He's never even remotely put my looks down.

"I'm just saying.you're not Nia. She's got a shape on her." He blew a long slow whistle.

I rarely get jealous, but I couldn't help myself from saying, "Well she's not a SUPERMODEL now is she?" I gasped when I felt more cold metal between my breasts, the blade of a pair of scissors perhaps?

"Sure she's not a supermodel. But she stays in shape and she's gorgeous."

I squirmed as I heard a slight tear of fabric as the scissors descended downward, cutting away at the front of my halter top. I felt the pointed tip and cold metal scrape against my belly as he cut and cut. I felt my shirt fall away and I screamed, "Do you know that was an original? Do you know how much that cost?"

"You didn't pay for it. You never pay for anything."

"Fuck you James!"

"Oooh.my baby's getting feisty."

My nipples hardened as the open air hit them and I moaned when I felt the flat side of one of the cold blades being rubbed across my nipples.

"You like that don't you? " He whispered in my ear, and as angry as I wanted to feel, my sexual excitement started up again, just like that. "They're sharp so don't move too much. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"Are you crazy?" I felt my first taste of fear. This was so unlike him, so reckless. "This is enough for one night."

"Yeah till I say so."

I felt him come up behind me. I felt his hardness against my ass. With a warm hand and splayed fingers, he rubbed and caressed my breasts, trailed feathersoft touches of his fingertips against my navel, and with the other hand yielding the scissors, he lanced the cold metal across my nipples, collar bone and shoulders, grazing me ever so softly with the sharp tips. He explored me with the scissors and his hands as he grinded his dick into my ass hard. I was breathing heavily as he did this, almost hyperventilating. I couldn't believe that he was about to make me cum by only doing this.

And then, he stopped. He let me go. I wondered if he'd cum himself.

Suddenly I jumped when I felt the cold metal go down the front of my skirt, the tip of the scissors touching my panty covered mound.

"Not this skirt. I LOVE this skirt!"

I felt the metal invade my inner thighs as he slowly cut away my skirt.

"Aaagh! Cold!"

I felt the scissors inside of my panties as he cut the sheer red dainty material off of me.

I stood in front of him, blind, unable to move, completely naked except for my black heels. He ordered me to stand with my legs apart. When I asked him why I should listen to him, he said, "You don't want me to take matters into my own hands do you? It really won't be comfortable."

I listened to him and spread my legs apart some. The cold air hit my clit and I felt tingles throughout my whole body. Shivers went up my spine when I felt the metal slide between against my slit and nudging my clit.

"What are you doing!"

"If you stop squirming you won't get hurt." He rubbed the metal back and forth between my legs without parting my lips. As dangerous as I knew this was, as scared as I was and as much as I'd of liked him to stop, I secretly wanted those scissors inside of me. The way he was making me feel with them made me want to fuck something, impale myself even if it took getting off.

But no. What was he doing to me? Was this his whole point? To show me that I didn't have all of the control here?

"You're making me crazy." I heard myself murmur. "You're making me want to do things I know aren't right, and I've done a lot of shit. My head says no, my body doesn't, and I cant."

"Yeah? Well now you know how I feel everyday I'm with you don't you?"

"Please James."

"No really. You pull that shit about needing sex for emotional reasons but really all you want to do is make me suffer. You want to see how much I can take." I heard his voice get heavy, blunt as he trailed off. There was something frightening in his tone. "Well baby. I've had about all I could take."

"Don't do anything crazy James. You know how I am, everything I've done you know about."

"You're right." I heard his voice go farther away as if he were crossing the room, "Everything you've done I know about. Remember that."

"What are you implying?"

"Did you tell me about fucking the twins?"

"What?" I felt my heart beat faster.

"Yeah Nia's brothers. The day after I ran from you after seeing you in a twisted little all girl threesome with Nia's twin sister and another bird."

"Oh James." I felt tears coming to my eyes, "Please understand that."

"Another speech? Let me guess, you want me to understand that sex doesn't equal love and you love me?" I heard him raise his voice as he approached me, "You've got me cuckolded. You've got my bollocks cut and in a jar. You've got the whole fucking world thinking I'm you're bitch."

"No, that's not true!"

"You say you love me, but you can't deny that you don't respect me. Everyone knows it."

At this point I was sobbing. It was a mixture of shame and fear that made me cry. I just wanted to be down from here, to be clothed, to be able to look him in the eye, then maybe I could make him see.

"C'mon baby. Don't be like that."

He sighed and his voice dropped low, almost a whisper, "You couldn't even wait to see how I was feeling. You had to go off and-." He scoffed, "What is it with you and threesomes?"

"If you want me to say I'm sorry then I'm sorry." I sobbed.

"You just don't get it. It's not about what I want you to say. It's about how I want you to feel."



If this is the feeling that Carlotta was talking about, then I have to say that I completely understand. She was standing before me naked and crying, apologizing, hating, fearing and wanting me all at once. It was like being on the outside, looking at myself, the way I was when I was with her, exposed, scared, resentful, yet not able to resist her. However there was a fundamental difference between she and I. She knew why she felt miserable right now, and she knew what she needed to make it better: Control. Me, I never even knew that control had to be an issue.

Now I'm in a fucked up situation, fighting for something petty. I thought it was love and honor that I wanted from her, even just some fidelity, but I can see now that I'm wrong.

I can't believe what I've done. Carlotta is a good teacher. She set me up with everything. Now that I have the tools, I need to figure out how to use them.



I heard him walk away from me for what seemed like half a minute. Then I heard his footsteps come closer.

"Okay. What now?"

"This."

I felt something cold and metal clamp down on my left nipple.

"AAAHHH!"

And then the right.

It shocked me with the coldness of it and made me tear up with pain as it clamped down on my sensitive perky nipples, while at the same time a twinge of pleasure went straight to my pussy.

"Your nips are all red and puckered out. I heard these things make you really sensitive. Makes the nips kind of long after awhile."

I squirmed and pulled at the cuffs on my wrist.

"Oh my god! You really want to hurt me!"

"Oh please. You cant tell me you haven't done freakier things than this."

I resorted to sobbing again, my chest heaving up and down, and tingles from my swollen nipples running through my body on every breath, "Your not the man I know.or love."

"Are you saying you don't love this?"

I felt him pluck one of my nipples lightly. My knees almost buckled from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Hurts so good doesn't it?"

He flicked the other one with his finger and I cried out.

"Admit it. This is making you as wet as its making me hard. Damn you look so good. Too bad you're a dirty whore."

"What!"

"Oh yeah. I forgot you've never heard me so uncivilized before."

"You've never called me a."

"See this is an interesting situation." I heard him walk around me until I could literally feel his warm breath inches away from the nape of my neck, and his hard cock inches away from my bare ass. "See all these feelings you're feeling? Lust, pleasure, pain, hate, resentment, helplessness, shame.it's all adding up to one thing."

"What's that?"

"No matter all these things you feel, you're still a two dimensional fuck-doll for anyone who wants it."

I seethed through gritted teeth, "Don't you EVER talk to me that way again! I've tried talking things out with you, getting you to be reasonable, but I see that's not going to work."

"So what are you gonna do? You jump out of those heels you'll dislocate your shoulders, hanging like a limp rag doll."

"I'll scream!"

"Like I'd ever do this in a place where people could hear you scream. Baby you're in the basement of an S&M sex club. This whole district is nothing but freak joints. Hearing screaming is nothing new. Besides, this room is basically soundproof."

"How do you know about sex clubs and S&M?"

"Thought you could be the only one to know such things hmm? Guess I'm teaching you thing or two tonight." He grabbed a fist full of my hair and jerked my neck back. I screamed in pain. My whole body was on fire. My calves hurt from standing so long in the heels, my arms hurt from being distended in the air, my nipples were burning and sending waves of pleasure to my marinating pussy at the same time. I was a complete mess, a bundle of nerves and crazy emotions.

I heard him approach the front of me. "Oh.oh my god."

I panicked, "What's wrong?"

"Your nipples. They're all red and distended. Puffy and what not. Can you feel it?"

"They're practically numb. Like they'll fall off. Would you please."

"Can you feel this?"

I felt the warm wetness of his tongue flick against my nipple. I shuddered in pleasure and gasped out loud.

"Oh God."

"Yes, oh God indeed," he said as he flicked the other with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly I felt the warm moistness of his mouth cover one of my smallish tits. He swirled his tongue around my engorged nipple, (sometimes touching the metal clamp adding pain to the sensation) as he slowly flicked the other one using his fingers and a feather light touch.

The twinges of pain and pleasure overtook my body. This felt so good and I didn't want it to. There was this overwhelming sensitivity flowing throughout my body. Everything felt electric. He went from tit to tit, repeating the same thing, groaning and licking and flicking, telling me how good I tasted. Then finally he stopped being gentle with his tongue and began to suck hard, the softness of his lips buffering the sensation.

"Uhmmm.uhhhmmmm.aaaaah!" I couldn't believe it. I was actually cumming. I cried out as my body shook with pleasure and I gasped for air. My pussy walls contracted and I felt my body generating my own cum, lubricating my pussy until the moistness nearly reached the lips.

He finally let up. "Surprised about how good that felt?"

I was still gasping for air, going through aftershocks.

"I have another surprise. But its nothing you're going to expect."

"No more surprises!"

"Okay. So maybe I'm being a tad bit dramatic. Maybe I should just skip to the next part of this discussion. I think we should start looking at houses with enough room for a nursery."

"Houses? Nursery? What the fuck are you talking about? A greenhouse?"

"A big backyard, maybe we could have one of those playground sets put up."

"I already told you about how I felt about having children."

"Yeah well Nia tried to tell me the same thing, but that didn't help."

"What's this about Nia?" I started to feel my blood heat up when I heard her name.

"Oh you know, she always said how she didn't like kids."

"I mean, what does she have to do with all this gobbledygook you're spewing?"

"Oh well, that was the surprise I had for you. Nia's pregnant with my child."

I felt my jaw drop and saw a flash of red against the blackness of my hampered sight.

"What?"

"That 'affair'? Yeah, when she came to London to see me, yeah that's when I hit one right out of the park."

"You fucking bastard!" I screamed. "How could you do this!"

"What do you mean?"

"That stupid ugly class C bitch! You knocked her up? How the fuck is that going to look with us being engaged and all? My friends will all be talking behind my back! Before we're even married people will know you cheated on me. ON ME! WITH HER?" My chest was heaving up and down and the scarf he tied around my eyes soaked up my tears.

"God damn you to hell James Robert." I said in an almost whisper.

"I guess you know how it feels now huh?"

"Don't you dare pull that on me."

"How it feels to have everyone thinking you're a fool? Smiling in your face, snickering behind your back? The only difference between you and me is that I didn't plan this."

"I never planned anything."

"Yeah but you knew what you were doing and you never stopped it. And now, what goes around comes right back around again, and now you know what it's like."

He made me so angry that I could kill him dead with my bare hands. If only they weren't locked up in these cuffs. But I was most mad at myself. I usually didn't show this much emotion. Well, I didn't show most of my true feelings all of the time. I didn't let him see me suffer, I didn't let him know how threatened I was by that bitch Nia. And now he knew how petty I was, how insecure and human I was and he loved it.

"I bet your cock's hard right now isn't it?"

"Don't worry about my cock." He said. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"If you're smiling I'll rip your fucking face off when I get the chance. I fucking swear."

"Wow, evil. Vindictive. Just another side of you huh? Another side I haven't seen, which no one's seen. You've hid it so well."

"I swear." I said trailing off, my voice quavering.

"Then again how would you know I was smiling? You can't see anything at all. But there's an upside to that. Once you take away one sense the others are stronger. Especially the sense of feel or touch. Isn't that right?" I felt him reach out to stroke my nipple. Then he pulled on it, stretching it briefly.

"God damn it stop!" I said briefly dizzy with the pain. "Take these off!"

"Not yet. See I want to prove my point about the sense of touch. I'll be right back."



A few minutes later James returned, only I could hear another set of footsteps following after his.

"I have a friend who'd I like you to meet."

I was mortified. How dare he bring someone else here to see me this way?

"She was watching the whole time."

"Yes, you are quite sexy. I've had to restrain myself several times while watching you two on the monitor."

"What the hell is going on here?" I found myself saying after hearing the breathy American voice of a female.

"And James is so good. Such a good student. He's done everything right."

"Thank you Mistress Jamille."

"You're welcome sweety." I heard soft smacking sounds then the unmistakable noise of a kiss breaking apart.

"Well well," She said, "Let me get more acquainted with you." I could feel her standing in front of me. Her soft hands fondled my tortured tits. "Wooh look at these! All nice and delicious." I felt the tip of her tongue swirl around my swollen nipple. I gasped.

"I already made her cum with that."

"I noticed. There's a moistness on her inner thighs where that sweet pussy is."

"Lady who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Mistress Jamille. All I can really tell you is that I was introduced to James by a very good friend. She's been one of my best customers in the past. And I mean 'best' in so many ways."

"I really don't want to hear about her in that way." I heard James say, "Eww."

She gave a sweet throaty laugh, "If I tell her what you said she might beat you up."

"She might be able to take me actually."

"ENOUGH!"

The room became quiet.

"Enough of your stupid fucking banter. I'm tired and horny and pissed off!"

"I know dear. And your suffering makes me so wet. Ummm." I felt her kiss my neck and suck the skin gently. I swooned.

"Yes when you're like this, your whole body is so sensitive, so alive, so apt for pain and pleasure."

"Why don't you repeat that again? And then ask me if I give a flying fuck." I said through clenched teeth.

"See just when I was about to end your suffering fairly quickly, you go and be a naughty girl, and make me punish you. James keep an eye on her while I get my tools."

I heard him give a satisfied anticipatory laugh and I felt queasiness inside.

"What now?"



I finally understood what Carlotta meant with this power thing. I was so hard I was ready to bust at the seams.

And thank God she introduced me to Mistress Jamille. Lovely thing she was. She had skin the color of espresso, deep green eyes and long black hair with Chinese bangs. She told me that her heritage was a mixture of Spaniard, African and Cherokee. She endearingly called herself a "mutt" at the first meeting I had with her. She was petite at five foot four with big luscious D cup breasts. A short torso led to widening hips and curvy legs. She was a thick compact piece of dynomite. Right now she was dressed in a leather bustier with the nipples cut out. She had on a matching leather thong with fishnet stockings and pointy leather boots with high thin stiletto heels. She wore a pointy studded collar around her neck and the reddest richest glossiest lipstick I've ever seen on full pouty lips. She wore charcoal eyeshadow and eyeliner with thick long faux lashes. Small bits of twisted metal hung from her ears in a long conjoined chain, barely grazing her shoulders. She was confident and sexy.

I stood waiting for her return with this twisted piece of bitch hanging in the middle of the room, and there she was with a black case in her hand.

Without saying a word she laid it out on a nearby table and opened it up. When I saw the contents I couldn't help smiling.

"You've been a very bad girl Roanelle." Mistress Jamille said as she held up a wooden paddle. "I know you're used to being treated like a princess, and getting your way all the time. But this is my territory," She said smacking the wide part of the paddle against her hand. "You don't speak unless you're given permission."

TWACK

With a swiftness that even I didn't expect, Mistress slapped the paddle against Roanelle's bare ass. Roanelle yelped and said, "Are you crazy you stupi- AAAAGH!"

There was another hard slap on her bottom, which was already turning red.

"What did I say?" Mistress Jamille yelled. "You don't." THWAP "speak." THWAP "unless you're told!" THWAP THWAP.

Roanelle yelped and cried on every blow. My dick hardened at the sight of Mistress swinging her wood, and hitting it against bare supple skin. Roanelle's whole body shook on every hit, and she whimpered and sniffled, utterly humiliated.

"Now, do you understand?"

"Yes."

THWAP!

"OHHH!"

"What did I say?"

"Please, stop stop."

"You ASK first for permission to speak no matter what!"

I saw Roanelle nod.

THWACK!

"It's 'yes Mistress Jamille'. Now say it!"

"Yes M-Mistress Jamille." Roanelle said sniffling.

"Hmm. This is worse than I thought. Your insolence angers me. Time for stage two."

She sauntered back over to her black case and brought out a leather flogger, the ends hanging like one big long leather tassel.

SCHWOOP!

The leather made contact with Roanelle's ass, leaving it redder than before.

Roanelle only whimpered, scared to anger the Mistress.

Mistress Jamille drew her arm back and made contact again.

"Now do you understand?"

"I understand that I don't even know you and I HATE you!"

SCHWAP!

"AGGGH! James I'll never forgi-"

SCWOOP!

Roanelle's body writhed in pain.

"You still don't learn do you?" Mistress Jamille said licking her lips.

Mistress Jamille flogged her again.

"It's 'Permission to speak Mistress', and because your words were so defiant I have to move to stage three."

"Oh man stage three is a bitch Ro," I said, knowing that she couldn't answer me back even though she wanted to say a few choice words.



This was humiliating, painful and I'm pretty sure illegal. My nipples were about to fall off and I was being spanked by some stranger. They had no idea what I had in store for them when this was over. The cops would come knocking, I'd sue their asses off, the whole engagement was OFF! I don't care how much wrong I've done, this ices the cake for ole' Jimmy boy, this is over this is it!

If only I could say these things out loud. But the stinging pain from her strikes kept me quiet, and I was afraid of "stage three".

"You'll soon come to learn that pleasure and pain are sensations that go hand in hand. But I don't know if you'll learn that right now."

"Wait a minute." I heard James say, "You sure you want to do that? Perhaps that could really hurt her."

I felt panic. If James was showing pity on me then perhaps what's coming is really horrible. I mean I've been paddled, flogged, what else?

Oh no. Oh shit.

If there are any cuts or scars on me they will pay.

WOOPOOSH!

"Aaaaah!" I screamed as the whip lashed across my skin.

I heard the sound of it slicing the air and landing on my bare ass again. The sensation of the sting was so strong, it sent shivers down my spine and then something unusual happened. My clit twitched. I could feel it twitch on every lash.

I screamed out and arched my back, hating the pain, but loving the tingle it gave me. I bit my lip and awaited the next.

WHIPOOSH!

"AAAAGGH!"

"Now." I heard her say breathlessly. "I want you to apologize to me for making me do this."

"I'm sorr-"

Before I even got the words out, the bitch lashed me again.

"Permission to speak Mistress." I said gasping.

"Yes you may speak."

"I am sorry Mistress. Please, please stop this."

"Hmm. The first reasonable thing I heard from you all night. Fine. But as I recall, we were supposed to teach you a lesson about the five senses. When one is taken away the others are stronger."

Which was true, I could smell the heavy scent of patchouli mixed with Jasmine on her body. I could hear her heels hitting the floor on every step. I felt her come closer to me as she said, "Since you've been such a good girl, and since we don't want your nips to fall off I'm going to take these off." I felt a brief rush of relief and pleasure as she removed the clamps from my nipples.

"Wow they are so big and long." I heard James say.

"Hmm." Mistress said while stroking her soft hands against my neck, then across my collarbone then down to caress and hold my tits. I threw my head back and gasped at how good this relief felt, how much better her kind hands felt on my nipples, how sensitve they were.

Suddenly I felt her mouth on one of my tits, "I love it when they are big and swollen. Like little dicks."

She began to suck hard on my nipples while stroking my face. This felt so good I absentmindedly found myself trying to reach her moving hands with my mouth.

"What's that? You want the sense of taste too?"

I felt her hand slide down my body and cup my mound, dipping a hand into my hot sticky wetness.

"Been enjoying this more than you let on huh?"

I felt her briefly finger my core and lightly brush against my clit as she removed it.

"First smell."

Her finger must've been up to my nose, for I smelled my own pungent oversexed aroma. Then Mistress unceremoniously stuck her finger into my mouth. I tasted a tangy sweetness on her soft finger and couldn't help myself from sucking on it and licking it.

"Oooh.ooooh! Look at that. You're a sensual little thing aren't you? Is that why you like to fuck?" She said pulling her finger out of my mouth.

"Well. Answer."

"Permission to speak Mistress."

"Granted."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I like to fuck."

"Yeah that's why you're here. You also like to cum don't you?"

"Yes Mistress.

"How many times have you cum tonight."

"I don't know."

"Well maybe you can count how many times I'm about to make you cum now?"

I started to feel excited. My throbbing nipples perked up and the hairs on the back of my neck stood. I heard her walk away from me. It was stone quiet while she was gone. James didn't even try to make any offhanded remarks.

When she came back she told me to spread my legs a little more. Of course I obliged, feeling her fingers play with my folds. I felt myself begin to slowly melt, like butter on a warm stove, but then something cold hard and metal clamped itself down on my clit.

I grunted in discomfort.

"What the hell is-"

"You weren't given permission to speak now were you?"

I shook my head no, feeling frightened again. I felt my clit begin to burn a little. Then from the device clamped to me, I felt a slight buzz that placated me and made me feel weak and wobbly all over as if I were jelly.

"In my hand, I have a device that controls how hard that thing buzzes on your clit. It can go really high."

"AAAAAH!"

I said almost instantly cumming as she turned the toy onto its highest setting. I writhed and bucked until she turned it down again, "Or really low. Either way it can be torture. Your clit can be so sensitive that it cant take any more stimulation, or it can vibrate so softly, so weak that you'll want to die waiting before you can cum."

"Up.or down." She said, switching the controls to a low buzz, a medium buzz and then ultra high. She switched speeds frequently, watching me buck and writhe and cry out in both pleasure and discomfort. This must've went on for what seemed like forever until.

"PERMISSION TO SPEAK MISTRESS!"

"Granted."

"Please let me cum."

I heard her laugh wickedly, "Granted."

And with that the speed was set feverishly high and I began to scream bloody murder as my climax built, my insides contracting and contracting, until I could feel even my uterus pull in tighter and tighter.and then.and that's when.

"AAAGHHH OOHHH YESSSS!"

I was cumming so hard I felt my own juices running down my leg. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, my body bucked and writhed. I felt my legs turning into jelly. I was about to collapse and probably pull my arms out of the sockets. It just wouldn't stop. I heard her talking dirty to me, yelling at me calling me a nasty little whore and that didn't help much, I just kept juicing out of control, not even remembering when I stopped.



"Wake up sleepy head."

My vision was a little blurry at first but then I saw the mysterious face behind the voice of Mistress Jamille. Her bright green eyes shined down on me, her red lips parted for a smile.

"I've given you back your gift of sight."

I found myself lying on an animal skin covered, rounded bed of some sort, feeling completely drained.

I tried to sit up, and to my surprise I did without being yanked down by chains.

"I'm free?" I asked furrowing my brows.

"Look at your wrists and feet."

I guess that I wasn't. The cuffs around my wrists and ankles were connected to chains long enough so that I could move around more easily but not escape. The chains were secured around posts surrounding the bed.

"You have beautiful eyes." She said, leaning over and kissing my lips.

"Where's James?" I asked, realizing I was breaking the "Permission to speak" rule.

"He's sitting right over there."

I saw James wave to me from where he was sitting, maybe five feet away.

"And since I've given you the gift of sight, it's time for the gift of taste." She said standing up and pulling down her leather thong. Her pussy was trimmed into a neat vertical strip of hair. She got onto the bed, shoved me down, and before I knew it she was straddling my face while still facing James.

"You know what to do."

I reached up and pulled her lips apart digging my tongue into her wet core. She was sweet, the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted. I lifted my head up and fucked her with my tongue as she moaned and hissed over me.



I watched her straddling Roanelle and playing with the exposed nipples that protruded out of the openings in her suit. I sat back and bit my bottom lip, making eye contact with her as she licked her lips and pinched her nipples humping my girlfriend's face.

"Yeah eat that pussy you nasty little slut, ooooh.yes! Suck that clit!"

This whole night was one big temptation to cum after another. Part of the thrill is that this was not like me, the normal James would not have set this up, would not be sitting here getting hard.

God I just wanted some relief.

I heard Roanelle make slurping sounds and saw her absentmindedly rub one of her nipples. This has got to be the first time I really saw her in action. She was enjoying this now, she couldn't even front.

"Oh yes! Ummm, make mama cum." I heard Mistress say. Then I saw Roanelle shove two fingers into her cunt, pumping her fingers in and out while she made greedy slurping noises on her pussy.

"Ummm, yeah yes.I'm cumming!"

Mistress Jamille's body tensed up all over, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, she bit down hard on her bottom lip, and shivered as she rode the climax out.

Panting and sweating a little, Mistress dismounted Roanelle's face and walked towards me on wobbly knees. "She's quite talented, and yet you won't let her suck your dick?"

"What!" Roanelle sat up, still licking her lips, "You told her that?"

"Of course he did." Mistress Jamille said as she sat her bare ass onto my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Something about 'respecting' you?"

"That's what it used to be, but now its because I don't even know where that mouth has been."

We both laughed at Roanelle's expense, and I could see her getting red, like she usually does when she's pissed off or embarrassed.

"Fuck you two."

"Maybe you will." She winked.



"Do you see how fine he is?" Mistress Bitch said to me as she ran her fingers through his coiled hair. "How could you NOT suck him off?"

"The first time I even tried he stopped me. At first I thought it was cute. It made me want to be with him even more. He's never let anyone do it. He USED to be such a gentleman with strange quirks like that and the reasons behind them. But now he's changed."

"I haven't changed that much." He said, "You still can't suck my dick."

I was ready to pounce, but I didn't want to embarrass myself, knowing that I was still held captive and the Mistress might think of a cruel and unusal punishment again.

"I don't want to suck it anyway." I said as calmly as I could. "There are other dicks I've had that I know would taste way better than yours."

They both laughed at me.

"Well if you won't I know someone who will."

"Don't mind if I do." Mistress Jamille said getting off of his lap and straddling him. I watched them kiss, their tongues playing with each other as he ran his hands over her big plump ass and cupped her exposed nipples.

I felt a mixture of jealousy and excitement. And I didn't even think I could even get horny again after all of the hard cums I had tonight.

She moaned and arched her back like a horny cat as he sucked on each of her tits, swirling his tongue around the tips of them.

"Okay stop!" I found myself yelling.

They both looked at me as if I were nuts.

"What's wrong? Are you, the gorgeous Roanelle, world famous supermodel jealous of mere me?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"I heard the way you spoke about his ex. The girl who's carrying his baby. I hate arrogant bitches like you who think you're all of that."

"The feeling's mutual."

"Don't start with me again. Besides I know something you don't know." She said that last part in a singsong voice as she slid down his body, in front of his parted legs.

"What?" I said taking the bait as she undid his pants and pulled out his hard dick.

"Tell me again James how Nia sucked you off?"

I gasped, "You let HER do that to you when you were together?"

"N-NnnNo." He said almost gasping hardly unable to concentrate as she slid her hands up and down his shaft, thumbing the tip.

Mistress Jamille jumped in, "It was when she came to London. They were in bed, she started to do it even though she never did it before.and he didn't stop her even once."

I felt like I was seeing red as I saw her descend upon my man with those red lips. He groaned out loud, eyes closed as she slid down as far as she could sucking her cheeks in and then sliding back up again with an unceremonious "plop" noise.

"Hmmm. And looks like here's another one that beat you to the punch." She said as she went down again. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and gasped, "Oh sweet lord in heaven."

"Get off of him you bitch!" I said jumping forward and being humbled again by the chains that yanked me back.

"Ummmmm so good." She said licking his big throbbing tip and looking at me out of those stupid green eyes. James rolled his eyes back into his head and said something unintelligible as he bobbed her head up and down. She came up again, licked the underside of his shaft up and down and started to lick his balls.

"Damn." He said hissing.

She proceeded to enclose his balls in her mouth, slobber and spit running out of it while she stroked his cock up and down in her hand. Then she spit them out and began bob up and down on the tip feverishly, making suction noises and letting drool and spit leave her mouth. She was having just as much fun as he was.

"Girl I might have to marry you.Aaahhh!"

As upset as I was I couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight of him getting off. I spread my legs apart and lazily played with my clit while she went up and down faster and faster, trying to make him cum until he said, "Stop! I don't want to cum right now." She pulled up off of him and wiped her mouth.

"What do you want to do?"

"Oh so I get to give instructions Mistress Jamille?"

"Baby, I'm so horny right now that I'll do whatever you want."

He bent down and whispered something in her ear and she smiled. Then she got up crawled over to me until she was on top of me. We were face to face when she slid her tongue into my mouth. I felt the exposed nipples of her large buoyant tits touch mine, and the electricity from our bare legs touching.

Finally she slid down my body slowly, licking my tits and the sensitive skin beneath them, making a trail with her tongue down my navel until she reached the top of my mound. She gave the top of my pussy a sweet little kiss and then began to lick my slit up and down, propping my legs over her shoulders. I sighed in ecstascy reveling in finally feeling her mouth on me when she wiggled her tongue into my core without parting my lips. She used her fingers to play with my clit, and I was ready to cum again, wondering why James requested her to do this when it was clearly his time to get off.



Mistress Jamille was going down on Roanelle, bent on her knees, her legs spread apart, her moist pussy waiting. So I did what I wanted to do for so long, I came up behind her, rubbed her clit as she moaned into my girl's pussy and gave her big thick round ass a slap. She yelped and it jiggled, and I stuck a finger inside to feel her tight sticky walls coated with her own juices. Finally I pulled my finger out, and used that hand to spread apart her lips, ramming my dick into her dripping cut, and I almost came right there. It felt like a hot knife slicing through butter.

I bent over her just resting inside her for a moment, trying to get myself together as Roanelle looked into my eyes and realized that I was fucking Mistress from behind. As we locked eyes I pulled back and rammed into Mistress Jamille hard, grabbing her hips and slicing in and out of her.

Mistress pulled up from Roanelle's pussy and screamed, "Yes! Fuck me daddy fuck my pussy hard!"

I began to move in and out developing a rhythm, her asscheeks bouncing back against my torso.

"Oh yeah I'm cumming!" Roanelle yelled while squeezing her tits hard, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

I heard Mistress Jamille cry out, "Yeah pound it baby fuck that pussy good."

So I listened to the Mistress, pistoning my hips back and forth, and slamming against her soft skin, pounding out her juicy tight pussy until I felt her walls cave in on me. She lifted her head away from Roanelle's pussy and screamed bloody murder as she came, rubbing her own clit.

I pulled out quick hoping I didn't cum because, well I just wasn't finished yet.



Mistress Jamille rolled from between my legs and laid splayed out on the bed, "Oh god James.no wonder all these women want you. No wonder Nia had to have you twice."

"WHAT?!" I cried out shaking out of my post orgasmic haze. "You cheated on me twice?"

"Yeah." He said panting still holding his hard dick, "Probably while you were cheating on me. I bent Nia over a chair in her sister's house and-."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, saying through clenched teeth, "Out of all of the beautiful women who throw themselves at you, why do you choose her?" I said blinking back tears.

"Not this again."

"All I mean is why couldn't you pick someone who wasn't so close to you?"

"Why did you run through her whole family?"

Mistress interrupted, "Well all these 'Why?'s are getting us nowhere. James tell me what you want to do?"

"It's time for Roanelle to finally get some dick."

"Just like we talked about?" Mistress said winking.

"Exactly."



Before I knew it was flipped over on my knees doggystyle. My wrists and ankles were crisscrossed because of the position of my captive limbs when I was flipped over. It was uncomfortable, but I wanted to cum like Mistress Jamille. I wanted him to pound my pussy so I could cum too, that would take my mind off the discomfort.

My ass and pussy were facing them, and I heard them giggle and laugh as they took turns slapping my asscheeks.

"Honey lean on this pillow," Mistress said thrusting a big pillow beneath my chest and near my face. "You're going to need it."

"What are you talking abo." I trailed off when I felt a cool sticky substance squirt onto my ass.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes." I heard him say as his hands grabbed my hips, "One more thing we've never done."

"No-not this." I said feeling him spread apart my asscheeks.

"Don't tell us you're ass is virgin?" Mistress Jamille asked as James' fingers massaged my anus with the lube.

"I tried it years ago. I hated it. It hurts."

"Bet it felt good to him." Mistress said.

"I don't do it anymore."

"Baby." James said softly, "Here's one thing you can say we did together without me getting sloppy seconds."

"But." I yelped as he slid a finger into my ass.

I squirmed on the bed as he slid another finger in and began to slide them in and out, fucking me slowly.

"Ooh that looks delicious." I heard Mistress purr, as she must've been the one to squirt more cold lube into my ass and onto his fingers.

"Relax."

I tried to relax, but I really hated anal sex. I tried to get used to his fingers. Maybe that's all he'll do, maybe that's.

"UGGHAAH!"

With a swiftness I didn't feel coming he replaced his fingers with the thick tip of his dick.

I heard him hiss, "God, this shit is so tight."

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled himself deeper into me as I screamed bloody murder at the intense burning sensation in my rectum. I could feel him going deeper, and deeper and deeper, tears were coming to my eyes. Finally I felt his balls slap flush against my pussy. He stayed still for a few seconds, taking deep breaths and gaining his composure. The burning and pain was subdued for a moment, as I prayed he'd be more gentle, but then I felt him slide out, completely out except for the tip. Perhaps he was having second thoughts?

"UGGGH! Please!" I yelled as he slammed himself into me ripping me in half.

"This shit is so tight, damn I'm about to cum."

He slammed himself in and out of me as I cried and screamed into my pillow begging him to stop, but he kept on.

"I don't think the baby likes her medicine." I heard Mistress say in a childlike voice.

"Fuuuuck You!" I cried as I suddenly felt her fingers reach under me and assault my clit, her fingers pressed hard into my folds against the pubic bone, going around and around rapidly.

I started gasping for air. The pain in my ass and pleasure between my legs mingled and affected me like a drug. I began to feel dizzy and woozy, and suddenly the pounding in my ass started to feel extremely good, as if he were hitting some second g spot. With her rubbing and his pounding I was screaming bloody murder, coming over and over again until I heard the telltale signs of James reaching climax. I heard him grunting and cursing and then felt him pull out completely.

"Yes cum baby cum all over that ass," I heard Mistress coaxing James as he beat his dick against the crack of my ass.

"Ummmphh.yeah." He said as I felt hot jizz hitting my back in heavy spurts, "Yeah ohhh yess."

And then it was over. I was panting, and sweaty and in pain but it was over. Or at least that's the last thing I remember.



There was a loud persistent ringing at the door, jarring me from my slumber.

"Okay! Just wait a minute." I said pulling my naked body out of bed and putting on my robe. I hissed at the pain in my legs, my arms, my ass, I was basically sore all over. I limped towards the door and opened it.

"I know. You were expecting room service right?" Said the big girl I fucked with that night at Mia's party.

I half frowned and furrowed my brows.

"Carlotta." She said extending her hand, but she dropped it when she saw I didn't accept her handshake.

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd do a favor for a friend. Mind if I come in?" She said gently moving me to the side and entering my hotel room.

"How'd you get up here?"

She ignored me and sat down, her newspaper boy cap titled to the side and angled towards her face, "I'm just here to give you this."

She handled me a sealed envelope with my name on it.

"He wanted to mail it but I was like, listen I'd love to see the look on her face when she gets it. You look like you had a hell of a night last night."

Suddenly I remembered what happened to me last night, and wondered how I'd gotten back here this morning in my own bed.

I squinted and touched my temple, "Look you're a police right?"

"DT."

"I need to tell you about something, something probably illegal. Maybe even like rape-"

"Oh there's no need for that," She said standing suddenly, "You models party too much, drink and drug too much, so that you come up with crazy stories about bondage chambers and wicked Mistresses and-"

I gasped, "You know?"

"How else do you think a guy like him would pull that off?"

So she was the "friend" that they spoke about, Mistresses "good customer" who James consulted for that freakish experience last night.

"But, why would you help him?" I said shaking my throbbing head. "I thought he hated you."

She only smiled, "Read the letter baby."

I opened the envelope and unfolded the letter:

Roanelle, you can go back to Europe without me. I've decided to stay in LA for a whilst until I figure out what I'm going to do with this next phase of my life. I have a baby to think about now, and I think that with all we've been through that we don't see ourselves with the same future.

Keep the ring.

James

"Well looks like we have a happy ending right?"

I looked at Carlotta and narrowed my eyes, "Fuck you. Fuck Nia and fuck him. "

She started towards the door, "Well I guess I can expect that kind of attitude from you. People like you usually get testy when things are so, you know out of control." She turned the doorknob and nodded with her hand on the brim of her hat, politely like a gentleman, "Well, have a nice trip back to the U.K."

And with that, she left.

I took a deep breath and walked to my balcony. There was a breathtaking view of the Hills on this clear and beautiful sunny day. But I couldn't feel as cheerful as the day looked, I couldn't feel as carefree or innocent. I don't know exactly what I felt, but it was dark and hateful. However, I can tell you what I didn't feel. I didn't feel like leaving the West coast just yet.

"I think I'll stick around for awhile." I said to no one in particular, the breeze blowing open my satin robe, kissing my naked body, making me feel clean, if only for a moment.

The End.