Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(31)

“Hold the faucet,” he said, and put the head of his cock at the opening to her aching pussy. He held her hips and fucked her hard, as she cried out, unable to take her face from the shameful sight at which he had told her to gaze: a girl who couldn’t control her body’s need for degradation.

Before and after that ordeal in the bathroom Karen mostly watched TV, since they had forbidden access to social media and the regular news seemed utterly irrelevant to her existence. Why did she care what was happening in Asia? Even when she had had no real hope of ever leaving the state where she was born, there had at least been the crazy possibility she might hop a flight to Tokyo. Here and now in Mr. Green’s penthouse she had no life beyond her sexual servitude to ten wealthy men.

She tried to enjoy the luxury of the apartment. It seemed she could go anywhere she wanted, even into Mr. Green’s bedroom, though looking at his enormous bed, clothed in black sheets and a black comforter, made her feel funny, face growing hot along with parts further down. That made her angry yet again, so she left quickly. It felt so strange and horrid to be naked in that elegant space, though, that she spent most of her time in her room, watching shows on the laptop rather than on the enormous screen in the living room.

At 5:30, Joe knocked and opened the door. “Mr. Jovanovich will be here at six,” he said. “He wants you in the red bra and panties. Says he doesn’t care what you wear over them. You may go to the bathroom and shower. Then get dressed. If you’re not ready at six you’ll be punished.”

She felt his eyes on her again, and then he closed the door. Karen gritted her teeth, and rose from her chair. She found herself looking forward to being allowed to wear clothes for the evening, and she hated herself for that. The reason he doesn’t care about what you have on over the lingerie is that that’s not what he’s interested in, she told herself furiously.

But when Mr. Jovanovich arrived at Mr. Green’s apartment at six o’clock, to find Karen in the blue dress, her hair done up simply but, she thought, fetchingly, the shipping magnate couldn’t have been more refined without kissing her hand. He had even brought her a rose, which he told Joe to put in a bud vase in Karen’s room.

He had a broad, rather red face, and reddish hair. He interrupted his sophisticated approach enough to say to Joe, “You can come get her at my apartment in the morning. I need to get up early, and I’ll want to have her before I go, so you can take her home as early as you want. I’ll also leave word with the doorman, though, that she can stay as long as necessary until you pick her up.”

Karen’s face got hot, of course, but the simple use of have rather than fuck endeared Mr. Jovanovich to her just a bit. After the instruction about how she was to return to Mr. Green’s apartment, Mr. Jovanovich resumed his cultured manner, which lasted through the lovely, if brief, dinner to which he took her in his limo. He inquired about her interests, her education, her hometown. She found herself opening up to him despite knowing what he intended to do, later, the humiliating sexual service she must give without fail.

As soon as they had gotten into the elevator in his apartment building, though, the refinement disappeared, and the revelation of the magnate’s true nature seemed harder to set her against the way she wanted to because of the contrast. The elevator was an old one, in this elegant old building, and it moved slowly. As soon as the doors closed, Mr. Jovanovich spoke in a curt voice.

“Show me your panties, whore,” he said. “Keep your eyes down and raise your dress.”

Face hot, Karen reached down and obeyed.

“Turn around. I want to see that whipped bottom.”

The air of the elevator moved against her naked flesh as she turned.

“Nose in the corner until we get to my floor.”

Karen took the two little steps forward necessary to obey. She felt the big man come up behind her, then felt his hand on her bottom, fondling, enjoying by touch. Karen whimpered.

“When we get to my floor, you’ll walk to my door holding your dress up like this,” he said softly. “If we meet anyone in the hall, I’ll just tell them you’ve been naughty, and show them your bottom to prove it.”

No one was in the hallway, thank God. As soon as the apartment door had closed behind Mr. Jovanovich, though, he said, “My bedroom is at the end of the hall past the living room. Everything off but your panties. I want you on your knees, ready to suck my cock, when I join you in a few moments. I can’t use your anus tonight, Mr. Green tells me, but your cunt is going to know I’ve been there.”

He emphasized these words with his hand on her bottom again, possessively cupping each still-sore cheek and then pushing two fingers inside the red lace to find her clit and make her whimper at the humiliating freedom he took with her, because he could, because he owned her.

Mr. Jovanovich fucked her all night long, bending her over the bed, spreading her wide as he thrust into her pussy from above. He made her suck her wetness off his cock after he had come, and then keep sucking it until he could take her again from behind, crouching over her to enter the pussy he had raised up for himself with two firm pillows placed under her hips. Karen, on her elbows, cried out at every hard thrust of his cock.

As she drifted off, exhausted, some of the refinement returned, for a fleeting moment at least.

“It’s what you need, darling, isn’t it?” he asked, and kissed her for the first time—the first time any of them had kissed her.