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  “Christ, that feels nice,” I purr, arching my chest out a bit more. Giving slight pause, he reaches around me and unclasps my bra with ease. My instinct is to cover up when my breasts are revealed and I’m truly struck by how long it’s been since I’ve gotten naked in front of a man. Over a year, a year too long, I’d say. Especially considering this Greek god of a man that stands before me.

  I don’t realize that I’m getting caught up in my own thoughts until I’m yanked free of them by the sensation of his fingers roughly pinching one of my swollen nipples. I can’t swallow the cry that spills past my lips, a mix of pain and intense pleasure.

  “That’s a good girl,” he whispers encouragingly, leaning in to swipe his tongue against the skin he’d just tugged. My heart nearly pounds out of my chest and he only seems encouraged as I press a hand to the back of his head. His teeth graze my skin and he shifts from pain to pleasure at just the right time. I throw my head back, just scarcely realizing that we’ve hardly even started. I’m brought to the reality of the situation as he pushes me towards his bed, more or less throwing me atop the sheets. His erection is straining against the confines of his jeans and I nearly salivate at the sight. “Are you ready to play?” he says teasingly, shrugging off his t-shirt. His perfectly sculpted abs shine with the faintest sheen of sweat and his manly musk is enough to drive me insane.

  “Please, Caleb, don’t make me beg,” I moan, reaching down to trace a finger around my nipples. He watches with a hardened gaze, reaching down slowly and purposefully to pop the button on his jeans. He exhales a soft sigh, seeming reluctant to show anything that could be potentially interpreted as weakness. Methodically, he shifts his jeans down his hips, looping his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and shifting them down as well. My mouth falls agape and I find myself nearly weeping at the sight of his huge cock. A slight bead of pre-cum dribbles from the tip and I’m surprised to see that he’s as eager as I am. Then again, it would only make sense; he is the one paying for my services.

  If he pounds me into the mattress like I so desire, I’ll be paying as well: in the form of a bow-legged gait for the foreseeable future. I want him inside me so badly, but he seems intent upon taking his time; prolonging the situation as long as possible. He grabs the base of his dick, squeezing slightly before stroking himself. He shifts towards the bed, grabbing my shorts and pulling them off of me with much less preamble than he had with his own. I’m simultaneously aroused and embarrassed when he considers my damp panties with a tiny smirk.

  “Your little pussy is soaked, baby. How badly have you been aching for my touch?” Caleb rumbles and I can only shyly avert my eyes. He chuckles, grazing two of his knuckles along the length of my clothed slit. A gasp pulls itself from my throat and my hips roll as if of their own accord. “You want this big hard dick?” He prods and I shakily nod my head, all thoughts of retaining my dignity flying out the window. “Where do you want it…” He pauses, reaching up to brush his thumb against my lips. “Here?” the god of a man asks slyly, dipping his thumb between my lips. Moaning, I manage a weak shake of my head. “Oh, so…,” he pauses, tracing his fingers down my exposed torso. He makes a brief pit stop at my breasts, giving each nipple a taunting little pinch. Then, his descent continues, although his hand bypasses my aching mound altogether. He cups my ass in his hand, squeezing the meaty flesh with a self-satisfied sigh. “Here, then? You want it here?” he says, seeming intent upon toying with me. I pout, shaking my head and rolling my hips up urgently. “Well, tell me, then. Show me where you want to be touched,” he urges.

  “Caleb, please,” I all but sob, my clit twitching in anticipation. There’s a steady pounding between my thighs, a dull ache that only the man before me can soothe. “Just fuck me already, please, I’m begging, just fuck me,” I plead, reaching out to touch him. He grabs me by the wrists, pinning me back against the bed. Our bodies shift, seeming to meld together perfectly if not for the thin piece of fabric separating us. His member pulses against the crotch of my panties and he slowly begins to move back and forth. Helpless to do anything but wail with pleasure, I sink my nails into the flesh of his shoulders as he grinds against me.

  “You want me in your sweet little pussy? Is that what you want?” He growls, leaning down to claim my neck with his mouth.

  “Yes! Fuck, yes! I want you to fill me up, I want you inside me,” I gasp out, tangling a hand in his hair. He keeps my shoulders pinned with one hand, reaching down with the other to nudge my panties down. He rumbles appreciatively at the sight and I swallow nervously as he seems to eat me alive with his eyes. He grins, reaching down between us to spread my outer lips. My essence gathers on his fingers as he dips them inside me, just barely.

  “You feel ready,” he observes cheekily, laughter dancing in his voice. He draws his fingers away from me, taking them between his lips. My mouth falls agape as he sensually sucks on them, obviously enjoying the taste. “You taste ready,” he murmurs, meeting my gaze with a wicked smile as he lines up at my entrance. “Without a doubt I can say, you look ready. But tell me, my little darling. Can you sound ready?” He implores. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, sheer desperation nearly overcoming me.

  “Please,” I gasp, unable to say anymore. Without further hesitation, he slowly begins to push inside of me. I can feel his huge cock stuffing me to the brim, filling me up slowly but surely. He’s so big, almost unfathomably so and there’s a slight sting as he bottoms out inside me. It’s been so long and I’m pretty much going from zero to sixty at this point, but I refuse to show any signs of being unable to take his girth. He watches my expression carefully, remaining still for a long moment. “A-aren’t you going to… you know? Fuck my brains out?” I whisper, feeling my inner walls gripping him tightly. The look on his face is one of pure bliss and I can only wonder why he’s stalling.

  “Giving you a second to adjust… goddamn, you’re so fucking tight,” he gasps out. I try to steady my breathing, bracing myself against him as I find myself growing impatient.

  “Just give it to me already,” I grit out, cursing myself for how obscenely desperate I am. He considers me with a wry grin, drawing out of me halfway before slamming the entirety of his length inside of me again. While there’s still a slight sting, it’s more of a pleasurable sort of pain, the kind to which he’s slowly seeming to introduce me. I cry out, my whole body shaking from the force of his thrusts as he continues to move, slowly and steadily working us up to the highest peak you could imagine. I desperately grasp his shoulders, raking my nails against him as he continues to pound me furiously into the mattress. Little cries and mewls spill from my lips and I can’t stop myself from incoherently babbling as I’m drawn closer to the edge.

  When it hits me, it’s with all the force of a tsunami. A strangled scream is ripped from me and I cum in a gush around his thick girth. His expression strained, he continues to rock inside of me for a brief moment before his jaw slackens and he hits his peak as well. String after string of cum is shot deep inside of me and it only serves to heighten my pleasure. Thank God for birth control and the sensation of his skin gliding against my own.

  “Fuck,” he gasps, continuing to jerk and thrust erratically until I can take no more. Our combined essence spills out onto the bed beneath me and tears prick the corners of my eyes from the sheer intensity of my orgasm.

  “Jesus Christ,” I whisper, looking at him with nothing short of awe. He grins a bit, shifting away from me to give me a bit of space. “That was… fantastic,” I moan, my body still awash with pleasure.

  “You were great,” he murmurs, while he is staring and smiling at me with those daunting eyes. It strikes me in this moment, just how unfathomable it is that a man like this would need to purchase sex from the seedy underbelly of the web. It’s not really my business, but I can’t help wondering what he’s hiding.

  “Caleb… I don’t understand. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that we met under the circumstances we did, but… why on Earth would a c
atch like you be surfing the Internet to score girls. You could have your pick of anyone you wanted,” I mutter shyly, hoping not to offend him. He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders a bit.

  “Well, the truth of the matter is that most women can’t accompany my needs. When I fuck a woman, I want the sensation of owning her completely. I want her to be mine and mine alone. My possession to do with as I please,” he pauses and I can feel my face drop a bit. “My girlfriends have never been able to meet those needs. It’s just as well. There’s nothing like the thrill of buying a woman for the night and having your way with her,” he finishes, glancing towards me with something akin to regret in his eye.

  “So… is this a one-night thing, then?” I inquire softly, fearing the answer. He hesitates before shaking his head, reaching out to rest a hand on my thigh.

  “I’d like for you to come back tomorrow. I have some things I’d like to introduce you to…if you’re willing,” he trails off. I tilt my head curiously, wondering what he could possibly mean. Rising from the bed, he offers me his hand. I take it, wobbly gaining my footing. Allowing myself to be led, I feel my stomach twist with anxiety as we stop outside a black door with a red knob. There’s something inside that room that he’s at least a little nervous to show me and I can’t imagine what it could be. He pushes the door open and my mouth falls open as I take in what lies inside. It is what could only be described as some sort of sex playroom, complete with a wall full of toys and some sort of swing device. There are a selection of handcuffs lining the counter and there even seems to be some nestled in the swing. I raise a brow, looking at him with some trepidation. “That’s only if you decide you’d like to indulge me,” he murmurs, a kind look in his eye.

  As much as I want to be disgusted by the idea, I find myself somewhat thrilled in spite of myself. There’s something intimidating about the room, but the pleasure Caleb has shown me could only be amplified with his little toolbox, as it were.

  “I’ll give it some thought,” I assure him. I get dressed and prepare to leave. He escorts me to the elevator without bothering to get dressed. He’s still gorgeous, perhaps more so, even though his body is spent. As much as I’d like to offer a round two, I know I have to play my cards very carefully. “I’ll see you soon, Caleb,” I smile, nervously wringing my hands. He kisses me on the forehead before very gently nudging me towards the elevator.

  “Soon,” he repeats, nodding his head. There’s a wicked glint in his eye again and it’s all I can do to force myself to leave. I’ll be giving his little sex room more that the slightest bit of thought. I’d do nearly anything to please him at this point, though I clearly can’t voice that thought. Swallowing any comment I’d consider making, I press the button for the ground floor. His eyes remain intensely fixed upon my own until the door slides closed.

  Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into?

  4

  When I wake up the next morning, it’s with a pleasant sort of ache. There’s a song in my heart and a skip in my step as I slip out of my bathroom, freshly showered and ready to face the day. Apparently my good mood is infectious, though my mother can’t know exactly why I feel so peppy. I can’t tell her that a man who hired me for a night of pleasure is tap dancing through my mind, that I can’t wait to hear from him for another night together. He seemed rather excited about the prospect of getting me into his sex dungeon of sorts and though I was slightly agitated, I had little doubt that I’d oblige his request.

  It was just a matter of him contacting me, first. It’s not like you can message your client and tell them, hey, pay me another five grand for sex I thoroughly enjoy and would offer for free. At least, that’s the impression I had from this whole… scenario. I had to repeatedly remind myself that this is a strictly professional relationship and I can’t allow the lines to get blurred. The moment I start developing feelings for the man, there’d be no turning back and our working relationship would be ruined. It’s wasn’t like I was in love with him, it’s just… an infatuation! A passing crush on the guy who’s paying to fuck me.

  I couldn’t be more screwed if I tried; literally and metaphorically.

  It was nearly five in the afternoon when my phone vibrated. I felt my heart immediately leap into my throat. Surely he wouldn’t contact me again so quickly? Though, I couldn’t deny that I’d gotten my hopes up somewhat. When I swiped the screen, I was thrilled to see a text message from the very man I’d been daydreaming of. It’s short and to the point, simply reading ‘My place at 8’. There’s no room for argument, not that I’d dare pretend that I was any less than thrilled by the idea of meeting with him.

  The following hours couldn’t seem to pass quickly enough. My mother is conveniently catching a nap when I slip out the door. I’m so used to telling her everything, but this is one thing I have to keep on the down low. I can’t risk getting arrested or something equally terrible, leaving my Mom to fend for herself. The money I’m making from my nights with Caleb is enough to get the debt collectors off of our back, at least for a little while. Five thousand, however, isn’t enough to support my mother for the rest of her life.

  The drive to Caleb’s place seemed to drag on for an eternity, though I’m probably going around twenty over the speed limit. Thankfully, there are no cops to throw a wrench in my plans. Rushing inside to the elevator, I enter the code and step inside, bouncing up and down on my heels as I ascend up to the penthouse.

  Upon arrival, I’m immediately greeted by the sight of Caleb lying naked on the couch, boredly flipping through the tv channels. His eyes widened in delight upon seeing me and he shifted to his feet. It’s a bit embarrassing that he’s already so comfortable with me; enough to lie around naked when I’m coming over. Considering the nature of our relationship, I can’t say it’s too surprising though.

  “Maggie! I’m so thrilled to see you,” he grins, approaching me with a smile. My eyes are immediately drawn to his manhood and it’s all too evident just how thrilled he is. I smile to myself, setting my purse on the coffee table.

  “Right to the point, aren’t you? I have some news that should make you all the happier. I think I want to experiment in your sex dungeon a bit…,” I trail off, feeling a bit nervous as his eyes widen further. His cock stiffens and all at once he draws me into his arms.

  “That’s perfect. Just perfect, baby. Go ahead and get undressed, I need to do a bit of setup, but I’ll call you in as soon as I’m ready,” he announces, kissing my forehead before rushing off to the room in question. As I undress, I can only wonder what exactly he’s got to ‘set up’. However, I’m left with little time to actually wonder as he calls out for me, peeking his head out the door. He has that increasingly familiar glint is in his eye and I try to take long and confident strides towards him. I find myself faltering a bit, however, when he steps aside to allow me inside. There are shackles suspended from the ceiling, though they seem to be padded and not made of the steel I might have expected. There is a matching set on the floor and I can tell from looking at them that it’ll be a bit of a stretch.

  “Uhm… what did you have in mind?” I ask nervously. He guides me to the suspended shackles, gauging the height before lowering them a bit. Still a stretch, but I won’t be ripped in half from the looks of it.

  “Just a bit of an introduction. Nothing too intense for your first time,” he says warmly. I part my lips to speak and he very gently presses a finger to my lips. “No speaking unless I address you. If you are to speak to me, in this room I am your master. You will call me ‘sir’. The safe word is ‘red’. Do you understand?” he continues, his tone growing serious. I nod hesitantly, pausing for a moment before shaking my head.

  “Safe word?” I implore and he reddens a bit, averting his gaze.

  “I forgot you’re not familiar with all of this. The safe word is what you say if you want me to immediately stop what I’m doing. Things can get intense and I want to be sure you know you’re allowed to have your limits,” he assures me. A bit of uncert
ainty creeps up within me as I wonder what he plans to do to me. However, I simply nod again before allowing him to strap me into the suspended shackles. My arms are pulled up tight, my breasts thrust out for all to see. As if to strip me of my last piece of dignity, he spreads my legs to stretch me even further so I can be strapped into the second half.

  After a moment, he steps away as if to admire his handiwork. He reaches down to slowly stroke himself and I’m forced to watch. Not that I’d turn away. After a moment, he ceases his strokes and circles around behind me. I feel him rubbing my rear, but before I can get too swept up in the sensations, he smacks a hand firmly against my asscheek. I gasp, tensing up as I await the next strike. However, it doesn’t come. Instead, he shifts away from me for a moment to grab something else. Panic grips me for a moment as he blindfolds me, but I try to swallow my unease.

  “What’s the safe word?” he inquires gently.

  “Red,” I reply softly. He hums his acknowledgement, circling around behind me to do… God knows what. I’m surprised when he reaches down to spread my cheeks. He presses a finger to the tight ring of muscle, his finger covered in some slick gel that I can only guess is lube. I stiffen against the intrusion, but he simply continues to work his finger inside me. After a moment, he slips another inside of me. Gasping, I take a moment to adjust to the invading digits. Then, as soon as I’ve gotten used to the sensation, he removes his fingers. For a moment, I can’t feel anything. His touch is absent and I can’t even hear him breathing. “Caleb…” I implore, only to receive a sharp slap on the ass. I cry out in pain, though it’s mixed with a strange sort of pleasure.