Human Emotion

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This story is a loosely connected sequel to another story I wrote earlier this year called Human Corrosion. It features the same character and one of the ladies who is connected to him, if you want to go back and read that one first. I didn't expect to write a sequel, but this idea came up between discussions I had with my reader Jack. Special thanks to Jack and Ganner777 for inspiration on this story.

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Los Angeles, California

January 2014

Overcast had created a white sky outside through what was a rare, but cold winter morning across the hills. Despite no sun visible in the sky, it wasn't enough to fight off the rays of light that poured in through the glass windows and washing away the darkness from within Ian White's mansion. The halls were empty, only to be roamed by his butler and security personnel whom resided from within the mansion. With the curtains pulled back, the light poured in to bring into view the dark furniture and interior of his office room. The older man sat behind his desk, resting his head against the leather cushion of his large chair. Across the room was a book shelf that he had set his eyes on, studying the rows of hardback books lined up. A few had been pulled and missing, but it wasn't much of a concern to him as his eyes wandered up to see the round shaped clock hanging.

A few minutes past eight had come. The man had his breakfast early after awakening three hours prior. Ian had been expecting a phone call at least, hence the reason he decided to sit back at his desk to begin the day. Wearing a button up white shirt that went along with his choice of black slacks for the day. No shoes were needed over his feet, nor socks with the heater running throughout the mansion. Once the sun had been up long enough, it would wash away most of the winter feeling. That was one thing Ian didn't have to worry about living out in Los Angeles as the freezing cold was more of something to deal with when he had business across the east coast side of the country. In the past three years, the aging business mogul had been busy expanding his company Ian White Pictures.

The agency offices were located downtown in downtown L.A. after expanding to a new corporate building two years ago. Ian had successfully managed a deal with Warner Brothers, harkening back to his old business successes with the studio. From there, he made the move to burn through some investments from purchasing two agency firms and merging them under his own corporate banner. The power move did not come without controversy. Screams of protest had erupted with the usual office politics when it came to a corporate buyout. Ian instructed his lawyers and PR managers not to give in to any questions and remain quiet to avoid the media. Any bad press with his name would end up in the back pages, buried behind articles about the latest fashion and outrage involving the current flavor of the month famed women.

Almost four years ago, Ian had thrown his weight around by pulling strings in aid of an actress who needed his help with a tight financial problem. Penelope Cruz had succeeded in her end of the deal, paying the price with her body. The price Penelope had paid was to take a trip down into the dungeon beneath the basement of his mansion. She was far from the first famed woman to find herself locked behind bars and chained in Ian's estate. When offering help to select women, Ian made deals that came with a heavy price. An agreement was made in terms of sexual favors. Penelope had served her sentence down in the dungeon as his slave as a result of having the man fix her financial and tax related problems back in Spain. Afterwards, she married Javier Bardem but would go on to share her secrets with another woman who had joined them down in the hidden rooms.

Scarlett Johansson had known of Ian's far reach for many years. The man had helped her when she had a similar problem with a financial situation. Unlike Penelope, Scarlett looked up to him as her kind of man. She admired power as one of the key features to a man who knew how to turn her on. Having a metal collar locked around her neck, chained up and ordered to pleasure him was only the beginning. She had been called to join Penelope back in the first week when the other woman was serving her time down in the dungeon. After that time, Scarlett had decided to make some hey changes within her own management. It began when she fired her main booking agent and then called Ian and demanded a contract with someone from his own company.

This move had made it easier for Scarlett to have a place within his social orbit. Ian was quick to begin taking advantage of her new decision within the first year. Scarlett had found herself taking trips out to his secluded mansion in the hills, escorted via an unmarked car beyond the large metal gates and shuffling through his many bodyguards and security. She had her own relationship away from Ian, now married for the second time in her life but it didn't matter to him. If Scarlett was in town and available, Ian knew she was only a phone call away. Though his heart had seemingly corroded many years ago and he lived as a stone cold individual, often devoid of emotion. While he couldn't summon up the feelings of passion for her, he did reach a level of joy with using her body for his pleasure.

Today a different woman was on Ian's mind. Someone was ready to complete her end of the bargain with a special deal he had offered three months ago back into 2013. Jessica Alba was the latest woman of fame who needed Ian's help with matters outside Hollywood. She had heard of him from Scarlett during the filming for Sin City: A Dame To Kill. Jessica was looking for a financial partner who could help with investments to her company start up. She didn't beat around the bush in her meeting with Ian, as she made it clear that she wasn't relying on her fading career in acting to carry her anymore. She had a plan to build a billion dollar company that would hold the future of her family. Modelling herself as a future business woman, she aimed to leave an impression on the man but all he could offer her was his emotionless, stone called gaze.

Ian had lusted over Jessica Alba for many years now. He had the chance of signing her to his company almost a decade ago and had lost out on that opportunity. Her career could've went in a completely different path if only they had crossed paths sooner in life. With the chance to have her all to himself for a few months, Ian wasn't going to let this chance slip through his grasp this time around. Scarlett did not inform her friend of what Ian liked to offer in return of his deals. It wasn't money he was after, but since she had no idea, Ian laid out his cards on the table for Jessica from the beginning. It all began with a simple moral question as he asked her if she were willing to cheat on her husband with a man such as him. Not offended by such a question, Jessica knew what he was hinting at. It was their first meeting and she at least was appreciative of the fact he openly stated what he wanted from her.

Three months had passed since then and Ian had went as far to invest five million dollars into her company. Jessica had promised once she was done shooting for the upcoming Sin City film and the holidays were over, she would be taking a trip to meet him. Ian told her to go ahead and make arrangements to call two weeks off. He didn't trust Jessica, as he now was testing her to see how committed the woman would be in this whole deal. Two weeks was good enough time to have his way with her, but Ian had other plans. He was willing to offer her more investment money if they continued this business relationship. That was under the assumption that she would embrace her role as his fuck toy down in the dungeon. With time to prepare for her arrival in advance, Ian had made some special renovations to the secret hall down below.

The barred doors remained in place. Just two years ago, Ian had went the distance to repaint his dungeon with all grey walls and white tiled floors. He wanted to give it a modern prison look after a comment Scarlett made to him about how she felt locked in a mini penitentiary. The cells all looked the same with a bed, sink and toilet. In the desire of a mythical level of privacy, Ian had paid a private service crew from out of the country to do his remodeling project. His beloved 'pleasure room' had matching grey walls but with a black and white checkered floor underneath dark red carpet rugs spread out. Only the large black leather couches remained the same, for Ian had removed the television set finding it of no use. Hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room was a series of four chains hanging with a black cushion seat in the middle with slots with hands or feet on all sides.

A Hammock styled swing harness had been a recent toy Ian had installed in the pleasure room of his dungeon. It had yet to be used, though he tested it with his own body to make sure the chains held properly into place from the ceiling. He hoped Jessica would like this, as he couldn't think of a better woman to grace the swing for the first time. Still seated at his desk, the sun began to peak beyond the clouds outside, offering light across his clean shaved face and those dark eyes. At any moment, he was expecting that phone call either from Jessica herself or someone on his security team confirming her arrival. Ian still had to wonder if she would back out at the last minute and rip him off after he had invested money into her company. Hopefully she remained a woman of her word, for he had been looking forward to having his way with her for some time. The phone on his desk began to suddenly ring. Ian didn't hesitate to answer, raising it up to his right ear.

"I've picked up your guest. We will be arriving shortly."

"Good, send her in alone."

He hung the phone up after his short response. When a meeting was arranged like this, Ian's guests often met with one of his security personnel outside the mansion. He didn't like to leave behind vehicles that didn't belong to him or his security team in the driveway. Jessica was escorted from a big black Mercedes that the large gates would open for outside the mansion. From where Ian's office was situated across the building, he couldn't peak outside the windows to catch sight of the car. For now, he had to wait in his office, glancing across the room once more as he remained seated. He had the patience to burn and waiting a little longer for her after all this time wouldn't hurt him. Several minutes went by before he could hear footsteps down the hall, outside his closed office door. Rising up from his seat, Ian turned as the doors came open and at long last, Jessica Alba was finally in his presence.

"Good morning, I hope I'm not late. It wasn't my intention to keep you waiting if I did."

She stood in a purple dress that hugged all of her curves. The shoulder straps were visible beyond her long brunette hair, swaying down. The thirty-three year old actress stood in a pair of black high heels. Subtle jewelry like gold hoop ear rings went well considering she was lacking her engagement and wedding bands across her fingers. Jessica offered a smile as her big brown eyes gazed back at Ian. It was a fake grin, at least he felt that way. Down in her hands, she clutched a black leather bag that immediately caught his eye. He stepped towards her, greeting the woman with a hug as they would soon be getting more intimate together. Glancing back down at the bag, he spoke.

"What's this you've brought with you?"

"You told me I'd be here for at least two weeks. I thought I'd pack a bit of clothes and some other things."

Her eyes gazed back at him as she continued.

"Guess you didn't stop to think that I would be away from my family for some time. I've got a family back home, you know? I'm gonna need to make some calls and talk to them from time to time. It's not like me to just disappear for two weeks and leave them."

Ian didn't respond to her words by changing his facial expression. That same stone cold face remained. It was what Scarlett had best described to her as 'that look where the lights are on but nobody's home'. Jessica did have a point though, for a man without a family could avoid taking into consideration that he was pulling her away from them all to have his own fun. Ian didn't care about any of that. It was best to get down to business and not hold any secret details away from her. Jessica thought she knew what she was getting into by making this agreement, but only time could tell if she truly knew. Ian began to speak up regarding their mutual relationship that would begin in the following hour.

"You wanna get a drink and maybe something to eat before I take you downstairs and you get undressed?"

With a smirk, Jessica shook her head.

"No, I'm not hungry or thirsty. I know what you wanna do with me... I'm ready."

"Are you really?"

Nodding her head, she continued to smile.

"Yeah, I guess I should've told you a few months ago, I've been tied up and spanked before. What you plan to do me is nothing. I like playing these little games, you'll see."

Ian would indeed see, as he considered what would be something of a test for Jessica. He didn't believe her words, as he could see through the act she was putting up to impress him. Time would tell if she made a proper fuck toy down in the dungeon, Ian quietly thought to himself. Giving her a nod, he replied in his low gravel voice.

"Very well. From this moment forward, you will call me Master."

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2 HOURS LATER

A popping noise broke the subtle silence from within the pleasure room as Ian gazed down to see Jessica's brown eyes gazing up at him. She gripped his cock with her right hand, fingers tightly wrapped around the base while the head was shoved between her puffy pink lips. Time had passed since they had begun the first of what would be many fuck sessions for the next few weeks. Clothes had been discarded hours ago by this point as Jessica was situated on her knees in front of the sex swing that would soon be put to proper use. Sweat was visible across her caramel skin, as Jessica was busy on her knees sucking off the man she referred to as 'Master'. They had started in her cell, as she had raised her neck up and felt the cold metal of the collar that was now locked around her neck. From where Ian stood, the silver look of the metal collar glimmered from the lights above.

Across Jessica's wrists, he had locked on matching wrist cuffs. They covered her tattoos beneath her wrists, but left enough room for her to bend her hands. Each cuff had a large ring, as did her collar. The rings were there for chains to be attached to later. For now, there was no need to add any chains. Jessica moved her little hand away from his long shaft and pushed both of her hands down over her bare breasts as she bobbed her head up and down. Ian was pleased with her obedience. She closed her eyes, concentrating while sucking his cock inch by inch. Ian didn't interrupt her by any means. He stood there and allowed Jessica to work at her own pace. This was all a test to see how much she could impress him as a slave girl. Pulling her lips back to the head of his shaft, Jessica released it with a popping noise.

Licking her lips, she gazed her eyes up at Ian. Saliva strings dangled from her open mouth back to his shiny, spit soaked dick. She broke the strings by flicking her tongue and then spit on the head of his shaft. Wrapping her left hand back around it, she stroked him nice and quietly. Her hand glided easily across his slick rod as she continued to stroke it back and forth before planting her lips at the head. Jessica twirled her tongue around it before sinking his cock back into her mouth. This time, she devoured his shaft sucking faster and letting her hand go from the base. Jessica used both hands to massage his hanging nut sack down below, squeezing his balls while burying her lips into his pubes to show that she could properly deepthroat his entire length. With skilled gag reflexes, she didn't choke before pulling her lips back and continuing to bob her head up and down.

"Ohhhhh, you know how to suck quite well..."

To hear his praise in that low voice, Jessica knew he was pleased. She pulled her lips back to the head, gazing up into his eyes as she slowly sucked. Her hands squeezed his balls and then Jessica suddenly pulled her lips back to the head, releasing his cock with yet another popping sound.

"Mmmmmm, yeah... You like how I suck your cock, Master?"

She spoke while gripping it with her right hand and then shoving the head up against the left side of her face. Ian didn't answer her back. For a moment he got to see the entire length of his long shaft lined up against her face as Jessica gazed back at him like a submissive whore. She then moved her face and began to smack the head of his cock against her left cheek. Smack. Smack. Smack. The playfully slapped herself with his dick while Ian let out soft moans.

"Good girl. Are you ready to get fucked?"

Jessica immediately stopped and she let go of his cock, allowing it to wiggle around in motion as she looked up at him and nodded her head.

"Yes Master."

Biting down on her lower lip, she let out a moan and spoke again.

"I'm always ready to get fucked by you."

Ian stepped back and snapped his fingers before ordering her.

"Stand up."

Directly behind Jessica was the black harness seat to the hammock swing. She had looked at it earlier, but didn't make a comment regarding the tool hanging from the ceiling by chains. Ian had to wonder if she had another master years before him. She played the role as a natural submissive. So far, he was impressed with her act of sluttiness, but it was time for the next level. Jessica stood there bare foot, placing her hands onto her hips as his eyes scanned her naked body. Her stomach was flat and toned with the glimmer of a gold naval piercing. Jessica still wore her gold hoop ear rings, matching the belly button ring down below but not the metal silver collar around her neck or wrist cuffs. Ian's eyes scanned over her shaved cunt, dripping with excess wetness all before his eyes gazed up at her perky breasts. It would've been easy for him to stand there and admire her beauty, but he was ready to fuck her instead.

"See that back there?"

Ian pointed to the harness behind Jessica. She took once glance at it, then brought her eyes back to him. Jessica nodded before he spoke again.

"Has anyone ever fucked you in something like that before?"

Jessica shook her head.

"No, Master. Looks you'll be the first."

She licked her lips and stepped backwards. Jessica glanced behind her right shoulder to look down at the black harness seat before she sat down in it. There was little discussion to be had for either of them. Ian was realizing now that Jessica wasn't much of a talker like any previous girls he had who played this game of master and slave with him. She sat down on the seat and then spread her legs out. Hanging from the chains were small leather slots where she could slip her feet and hands into from all four sides. It was a struggle at first to get her left foot through the slot, but Jessica was determined to slip it in until her ankle brushed against the sides. Ian stood there and watched her before stepped towards Jessica and aiding her with pulling the hole for her right foot. With her feet in place, Jessica's legs were spread out and Ian had a perfect view of her vulva lips down below.