Ron Millionaire: Everyone Has a Price
Bonnie is in front of me on her hands and knees. I take a firmer hold onto the waistband of her panties and begin to remove them. First off the right cheek, then the left. She must have a tanning bed at home. Or maybe she lays out in the nude. She has no tan lines at all. Very sexy. I rip the delicate fabric and throw the panties, which are now no more than just a rag, away
I begin to work on removing her bra. Momentarily ignoring her, now naked, lower half. I'll never understand why they make the clasps so difficult to operate. It turns out to be an up and to the right motion that releases the strap. I refasten and unfasten it several times, practicing. I release the clasp for a final time and toss the bra off to one side.
Her ample breasts now hang freely. Her nipples pointing, slightly offset, toward the floor. "Why are your nipples like that? Did they botch your implants?" I ask.
"No." She says, sounding annoyed. "They've always been like that."
"Always?" I am confused. I reach out and attempt to straighten them. I fail.
"Since they got," she hesitates, "…bigger, yes."
"Strange." I move around her, kneeling, almost sitting on my heels, directly in front of her. I continue to play with her breasts, feeling for any irregularities. I begin to swat at them, bouncing them back and forth between my hands. I lose myself in the fleshy rhythm.
I feel a strange sensation. Bonnie's hand. Slid into the fly of my boxers. Grabbing my package. I slap it away. "Never. Touch me. Unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"
She looks away, ashamed, saying nothing.
I slap her face. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." She answers, pitifully.
I slap her face again, harder. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, The Ron." She whimpers, her eyes red with tears.
"Sit back on your heels."
She complies, "Yes, The Ron."
I stand up and begin to walk around her, slowly. I trace my finger behind her ear, gently. Her lower lip trembles. I notice it. I squat down behind her. I whisper into her ear. "Does that feel good?" I trace my finger over the same spot. "Me doing this?"
Her lip trembles again, her voice wavers as she answers. "Yes, The Ron."
"Are you a virgin Bonnie?" I ask suddenly.
She hesitates before finally answering. "…No, The Ron." It begins to annoy me, her slowness. I stand. Seriously considering slapping her again. I don't.
"Good." I smile, deviously. "Get on your knees, so I can see your ass."
She doesn't.
I put my heel into the small of her back, "I said," and push her down onto the floor, "Get on your knees."
She snivels a bit, as she pushes herself up onto her hands and knees.
"This would be easier," I tell her, soothingly, stroking her face. "If you would just do what you're told."
She sobs a little, like that's going to matter to me. "Sorry, The Ron." Her voice remains low, broken. But I hear her.
"Shhh. It's okay." I stand up, "I don't want to hurt you…" and head for the bathroom. I open the medicine cabinet. Retrieving a bottle of Club Banana Exclusive: Strawberry Sensation lotion, a few vinyl surgical gloves, and a box of latex condoms.
I pull the gloves on, first the right and then the left. I toss the box of condoms onto the floor next to Bonnie. Not that I'm planning on using any.
"Pleasure yourself. While I watch." I order her. Pulling my chair closer, for a better view. I sit down. She begins. Masturbating first with one finger, then two. I reach out and move a camera, not the one I moved earlier, closer. Zooming it in for a close-up of her fingers in motion.
After a minute or two, perhaps as many as three, I am sufficiently aroused. I'm raging. Hell, I could probably drive nails with it. Mentally, I put that on my things to do to Bonnie list.
I slide out of my chair and kneel behind her. I am solid, trembling. Filled with anticipation.
I remove the lid from the bottle of lotion. The horrible thought that 'I should have gotten something else' cascades through my mind. Oh well, this will have to do.
I begin to pour the thick creamy lotion onto the small of her back. A ready reservoir.
She tenses and begins to shiver, her entire body quivering. One of my fingers joins the two of hers. She's having another orgasm. This makes three so far. The contractions, they are an interesting sensation.
I pull my finger out, using her juices to draw a capital letter 'R' on her ass. A stylized branding of my property. She belongs to me now.
I own her.
Out of breath she slumps down, resting her head on the carpeted floor. The lotion is slowly running up her back, the wrong direction for what I have in mind. I grab a handful of her long brown hair and jerk back on it. Pulling her upper body up off the floor.
She screams. "Stop it Ron!" She cries. "That hurts!" Seething, struggling.
I pull back, harder, violently. Bringing her head to mine, her chin pointing straight up to the ceiling. "What the fuck did you say!" I spit the words into her ear. Before pushing her, quite forcefully, back to the floor. Her head... her face, makes an interesting ka-poonk noise as it bounces off the carpet. "I own you bitch…"
TBC…
AN: I neither endorse nor condone any of the actions represented or portrayed in this story. This chapter is one of three that will deal, or has dealt with semi explicit sounding sexual behavior. Sorry if it offends, but it's difficult to write what I need to portray without it sounding more explicit than it is. Anyhow, the next chapter will have some sex and violence in it, mostly violence. Then the story will take a calmer, yeah right, turn for a chapter. Or perhaps two.