Trash Daddy

14. Temptation in Oasis

Luke snags the soft material of my hoodie out in the hall. Damn, nearly made it to the door.

“You’re going the wrong way.”

“Do you bring all your girls here?” I hiss, trying to pick a fight.

His eyes burn as he barks a laugh. “Jealous?”

Clenching my jaw, I squeeze my arms across my chest and stare him down.

Cocking an eyebrow, he roughly yanks me into his arms and pushes us against the hotel quality beige walls. “I planned on making tonight fun, but if you insist on fighting as foreplay…” His breath fans across my face.

My body roars to life as my pussy picks now to replay how the soft brush of his lips against mine felt. His hip bites into mine as he grinds us together. Luke’s voice contains an edge of malice as he whispers in my ear, “So what if I did? I’m single. I’ll do as I please with whom I please, and right now, that’s you. Honestly, I’m not the one with ‘a boyfriend.’ Where do you get off asking about my body count?”

I whimper as lust dampens my common sense. His hands roam over my body as he crushes me. The pain and intensity of his frustration ignite a yearning that slicks the place between my legs. My head falls back against the textured wallpaper.

I meet his gaze and try to hold on to my resolve. I’m supposed to meet Tommy tonight. “Why did you bring us here?”

He stares down at me severely, the previous lighthearted humor and sly, quick smiles gone now. “You know why, no more running.” His words are like lead in my stomach.

Luke flags Ollie’s attention, the bald man’s regard sliding across us, and I shiver as nothing untoward registers, even as I’m pinned to the wall.

Luke motions to the door off to my left. “Buzz us in.” Ollie gives him a thumbs-up.

The door releases with a click, followed by a long beep. Swallowing thickly, I say “You’re right. It’s none of my business what you do with whom. I have a boyfriend.”

An unpleasant smile twists Luke’s lips as he shakes his head. “You don’t have a boyfriend, Carmella, at least not one you get hot for, because if you did, you wouldn’t want to fuck me so bad. So let’s not talk about him anymore.”

Whiplash swamps me as I’m stretched out by a thousand emotions, each one pulling me in a different direction. His words render me speechless, and my thoughts spiral out.

You”re wrong.

Fuck off.

How dare you say that out loud?

It’s not true.

Fuck, why am I horny?

I should find the tallest building and jump from it because I’m a cheating whore.

Might as well join the other ladies at the corner. Cause I’m probably getting paid for tonight.

If I just fuck him, then the itch will be scratched and I can move on.

The fucking audacity of this man.

Shock still ripples through me as Luke hauls me across the threshold. The clicking lock of the door behind me feels final. Cries of pleasure from behind closed doors mixes with ambient elevator music in the hallway where we now stand.

Luke laces our fingers together and pulls me along. He stops at a door. It’s teal and a brassy number eight sits in the middle. Unlocking it, he reaches in and turns on the lights before pushing the door open.

My panicked thoughts pause for a minute as I take in the room in front of me. Wow. Okay, so that’s cool.

“Holy shit,” I say out loud.

“I thought you might like it,” Luke says.

The smell of water, bleach, and freshly laundered linens hangs in the slightly humid air. Water condenses on cloudy blue privacy glass that is wrapped around an octagon-shaped Jacuzzi. It dominates the space to my left. Stepping inside, I open the double doors. The tub is set into the floor and tiled dark teal. It’s deep, needing several steps to get down into. Lights around the edge hold a steady blue color, making the panels glow.

There are places for drinks and a submerged bench. Along the edge of the Jacuzzi, is room to sit if someone only wants to dip their toes in or dry off. It holds candles, rolled towels, and even some flowers on several floating shelves.

Directly in front of me, up on a platform, sits a square glass shower with a waterfall showerhead coming down from the ceiling. I walk around, noticing how the bed is angled to see the shower. Oh. I get it. That’s why it’s on a platform and see-through.

The king-size bed and couch take up the rest of the space. Large mirrors dominate the room, creating the illusion of openness… but I’m certain the mirrors are for other purposes, especially the one on the ceiling. The entire room glows soft lavender from the wall fixtures and the neon in the pocket ceiling. It gives the room a relaxing, almost spa-like vibe.

More rolled towels, hooks for hanging clothes, another private bathroom, overhead speakers, a massive TV, dresser, closet, a couple of chairs, and one bowl of complementary condoms make up the rest of the room.

“This is… probably the coolest and skeeziest hotel room I’ve been in,” I say.

Luke, who”s been quietly hovering by the door while I explore the room, nods. “And I plan on utilizing every inch of it.”

“It’s definitely not what I was expecting. That hot tub is huge.”

Luke chuckles. “See, you got to trust me, caramel drop. I’ve been around. I know what’s good.”

It grows warm in my hoodie, but taking it off might start something, so I suffer. Luke unzips the small, insulated cooler he packed and pulls out two hard lemonades, offering me one.

My eyebrows arch into a question. “Drinks again? Aren’t you dehydrated?”

“Chronically,” he says. “Ollie doesn’t let alcohol in the place, so this is our secret, yeah?”

I nod, accepting the cold drink. The tangy fizziness on my tongue is cool and refreshing. I can barely taste the alcohol.

Luke unbuttons his shirt, and the seashell wall art suddenly becomes very interesting while the temperature ratchets up another notch. Why did I wear this damn thing? It’s summer outside.

His leather belt whispers as it slips around his waist. The metal buckle jingles in a way that makes my mouth go dry. Shoes thud against the floor. Trained on the sounds from behind me, I’m no longer staring at the painting as much as I’m painting a mental picture. “You’ve seen my cock, Carmella. No reason to be shy now.”

His zipper is loud in the silence, but I feel the noise in my clit. As I squint my eyes shut, my chest expands in a deep breath. Releasing it, I steal a peek.

Dressed only in gold necklaces and a smirk, he tosses his pants onto the table, and my eyes drink him in. My pussy throbs as I take in his strong shoulders. They run along the lines of his collarbones, dipping to his pecs and stomach. He doesn’t have the body of a Greek god, but denying the strength in him would get your teeth knocked out.

My voyeuristic peek travels lower, landing on his half erect cock that bobs and swells under my gaze. All the blood rushes to my head and tingles develop in my fingers at the thought of caressing that silken hardness. A knowing chuckle drags my vision up. We lock eyes as my face flushes.

Luke picks up his phone and drinks, then he gives me a wink and heads into the Jacuzzi, flashing an adorable butt with little dimples on his lower back. Biting my bottom lip, I smother a giggle as he vanishes inside the privacy screens.

His groan of satisfaction from the water does wicked things to my body. “Fuck yes, this water is amazing,” he says.

Sitting down, I debate what I’m going to do. I could lock myself in the private bathroom and wait it out, but I don’t want to.

Luke decides for me.

Lapping water fills the quiet that’s settled over us. His voice floats to me. “Caramel drop, I’ve got some money with your name on it.”

The familiar drug of shame, arousal, and wrongness works through my veins and tightens my nipples. Squeezing the spiked lemonade bottle to distract myself from the excited shiver that runs through my body, I sigh. “What do you want now?”

“I want to finish what we started in the theater. I still need more pictures, and I want you to kiss me.”

“You and the fucking pictures,” I whisper to myself, blowing out a breath as I look up at the ceiling. Always fucking taking pictures.

The water smacks as he moves around behind the screen. I imagine the way it licks at his skin. Luke continues, “Strip and come relax with me.”

I chug the lemonade. “Maybe,” I say.

Luke’s voice deepens. “I already know what one pair of your lips taste like. I’m curious about the other, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“One kiss?” It’s never just one kiss with Luke. Girl, you know this.

“Hmmm. One kiss, but you’ve got to sell me on it. Make me believe that I’m the only man you think about. The only man you want to be kissing.”

I can’t do that.“No.”

“No? You’re telling me you don’t need any cash on hand? Every penny counts when you’re trying to get your feet under you. Or do you think you”re not woman enough to convince me? I think you could.”

He isn’t wrong, but I know this ploy. Luke’s used it more than once to bullshit me. I am no longer a stranger to Luke’s maneuvers. Maybe if I make the price too high, he will back off for a minute.

“Fine, I want a grand.”

A soft, sucking, sputtering sound emits from the glowing blue panels before a round of rough coughing rips through the air, followed by a wheezing breath. I think I might have killed him.

“Caramel drop. Baby. I can walk outside and pay one of those nice whores two fifty to let me fuck them in the ass bareback. I’m not giving you a grand for a kiss and some pictures.”

Standing, I saunter over to the open doors. A pissed-off Luke clears his throat as he leans against the edge at the back of the pool. The exasperated irritation on his face is worth more money than he could offer me.

“Well, I guess you’ll go ask one of them, won’t you?” I snip, rolling up the legs on my jeans. I kick off my shoes and ease into the hot water, sitting on the edge.

He growls at me and dunks himself under the blue water with a splash. Emerging, he slicks the liquid from his face. The heat in his voice is biting. “My counter: five hundred. But if I pay five hundred fucking dollars, you better put on the best fucking show of your life. I want full length video, not just clips or pictures. I want to finger bang you until you squirt all over my hand. And then I want to jerk off on your face and tits. Plus the kiss and a dance. And… and… I want to watch you shower.”

My mouth drops open. Floodgates of desire break open and slam into me. The images that flick through my mind wash away all logical thought and my desire to be offended.

He points at me. “It had better be a fucking wonderful kiss. I mean it. Deal?”

I say nothing.

His eyes root me to the spot. “Deal, caramel drop?”

Say no. Just say no.

I lick my lips.

Say noooo.

“Okay, deal.”

Anxiety lances through me. Shit. Why did I agree to that? I’ve never seduced anyone before. “Um.” The words die in my throat.

Luke smirks and approaches, looking every inch like one of those scenes where the sexy movie star walks out of the surf and tosses his hair. But instead of a toss, he runs his wet hands through damp waves, smoothing them back, highlighting his jawline and dark, lust-ridden eyes.

I swallow hard.

The water dips below his navel and glistens on the subtle V right above his cock. The liquid laps at his happy trail and dips even farther with his movements, revealing his rock-hard erection. It’s like someone punches me in the diaphragm. Sometimes, Luke istoo much man. Not because his dick is big—I mean it is—but because he, in his entirety, is too much.

No wonder he’s so… cocky.

He places a hand on either side of me and leans in as his eyes search my face. “So…” he says.

“So… I’m a little nervous,” I admit.

He pushes back, rolls his eyes, and snorts. “You weren’t nervous last night. Or on the beach, or while you were trying to take me for a grand!”

That gets my back up. “I was drunk last night, and I was very nervous those other times. Anyway, I didn’t expect you to agree.” Or expect me to initiate.

He leans down. My lips tingle, and for a moment, I think he is going to kiss me. Running at a full gallop, my heart slams into my chest. His words make me quiver. “You underestimated how much I want you.”

I’m disappointed when he moves away and steps out of the water. “Be right back.”

I check out his ass again and sigh.

Why does he have to be hot in that trashy yet kind-of-sexy, kind-of-scary daddy way with his stupid, handsome face? I hate it.

The lines between boss, pursuer, and sort-of-friend are so blurred, I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

He’s back in literally two seconds. Luke stands over me, putting his erection at eye level, and grins down with dark mischief. I stare at his face and shake my head at his brattiness. His rings clink against the glass vodka bottle as he holds it right next to his dick. “Liquid courage will perk you right up. Go on, take it.”

I glare at him. My hand brushes against his cock as I grasp the bottle. It’s heavy as I accept it. “You have no intention of getting us back before nine, do you?”

He shrugs. “My intention is to relax, have a little party, and if you were so inclined, which you aren’t, ram this fat, hairy canary into your cute little fuckhole until you scream.”

I stare at him with my mouth agape. “Fat, hairy canary?! Who says that? What does that even mean?! I’m not sure how to take that.”

A wicked smile turns his lips, and his eyes flash. “Hard. You take it hard.”

Now is the time to drink, Carmella. Less talking to Luke and more drinking.

He sits beside me, and I lift the bottle to my lips; the vodka is smooth. A hint of nutty floral rolls around on my tongue. Maybe almonds and honeysuckle? I take another pull and lower the bottle. Sure enough, the image of almonds and honeysuckle is on the front. “That’s good.”

“What did I say about trusting me?” Luke says. His normally pristine hair kinks in the humidity, and a bead of water drips from a lone curl, cutting down his nude body. The vodka heats my blood as I follow its journey. Fuck it. I ditch the hoodie and breathe a sigh of relief.

Taking another big swig of the clear liquid, I reach out. Cool, wet hair slides along my fingers as I push it away from his face and let my touch linger on the cuff of his ear. Blood roars in my ears as my heart tries to beat out of my chest.

Suddenly, this place doesn’t feel real. The moment is too much like a fantasy. Real life doesn’t happen like this. Strange older men don’t just take in burdens like me.They certainly don’t want their problems the way Luke seems to be curious about mine.

Maybe this can be a thing that only happens here, a moment encapsulated within the walls of this Jacuzzi.When I look back, I’ll remember this as a dream, a touch of sex magic in real life. I know I’m being whimsical, but it makes me feel better. Confident.

I curl my fingers and brush my knuckles along his jawline. His pulse jumps under the skin, inviting me to touch it, while the cords flex in his neck. My hands skirt lower, along his collarbones. I trace the black-and-white cresting wave tattoo. Luke blows out a long breath, closes his eyes, and leans back, bracing his hands on the tiles, giving me access. “Yes, touch me like that,” he says.

This moment is mine. And for once, I’m in control.A shiver of power races down my spine, emboldening me. I take another swig and set the bottle down.

Angling my body more toward Luke, I lean in and kiss that fluttering pulse, feeling his warm skin under my lips. He groans as my tongue licks over the sensitive spot. Skin bunches under my teeth as I bite him. “Fuck, Carmella, keep doing that.”

Water softly splashes and ripples outwards across the surface as I pull out my feet and sit on my knees beside him. Ghosting my fingers across soft chest hair and outlining hard pectoral muscles, I sprinkle bites and kisses on his neck. Nipples harden under my palms, begging me to flick them. My tongue slides over one pebbled nub. Luke’s hips jerk and flex at the sensation.

My hand wraps around that rigid member, and I admire how hard and hot he feels in my hand. Slowly, I swirl my tongue over his nipple and tease his cock with gentle strokes. A breathy “fuck yeah” tumbles from his lips.

My mouth explores him, and I take extra time dusting kisses around his belly button, enjoying the way his muscles jump and tense under my whispered touches.

Lust vibrates through me. Passion and power. If I stop right now, he would beg. The heady thought makes me moan and I bite down on him again. Luke groans. “Baby, who taught you this shit? I’m going to send them a fruit basket. Jerk me harder.”

A devilish giggle rises in me. I tighten my grip and am awarded several more colorful curse words from Luke. Maybe I’m drunk on control, or maybe I’m just finally giving into this annoying goddamn need to touch and be touched. The loneliness and fear that’s haunted me for months is unbearable.

Luke’s cock stands straight up, a bead of clear pre-cum begging for attention at the tip. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want him in my mouth. As I bite my lip, my breath catches as my fingers slip over hot, velvety skin. Dragging my hand from base to the tip, I swirl the clear liquid, marveling at the slippery feel, before sliding down the other side.

My mouth waters at the desire to feel him sliding between my lips.

Luke’s breath is erratic. “Stop teasing me. Put it in your mouth,” his husky voice orders. “Suck me off.”

Just a taste. One taste.

“Where is your phone?” I ask.

He pulls it from a towel behind us, staring at me with heavy lust-ridden eyes as he opens the camera and the familiar shuttering starts.

Bending down, I blow hot breath over the tip and lick him, just enough that I’d imagine the desire for more friction must be maddening. I want him panting and moaning. The slick arousal between my legs drips into my underwear as my clit demands release.

Sliding Luke’s firm cock between my lips is better than I imagined for both of us, and I moan. He curses and his length presses at the back of my throat. My gag reflex lets itself be known, so I hollow my cheeks and suck as I slide him back out. Luke gathers my hair into his hand, holding it as I work up and down his shaft, gagging myself.

“Oh, fuck yes, don’t stop. Suck me like that, baby. Such a good girl.” Luke grunts as a constant light from his phone follows my actions. Video.

“Look up at the camera while you gag yourself on my cock,” Luke says.

Doing as he says, I stare through the blurriness of my watering eyes at the phone. Luke’s hips curl and he thrusts up into my mouth, making a wet, smacking sound that echoes around the walled tub. He tightens the fist in my hair, holding me in place as he pumps in and out. My body goes limp as I relax into the rhythm, and a fire fans between my legs every time he slides over my tongue. Slapping, gagging noises fill the air as he fucks my mouth, mixing with the grunts and sharp inhales from Luke. “God damn, you take it like a pro.”

He thrusts once more, forcing my head down, and I can feel him slip past my gag limit, blocking my ability to breathe. I go without oxygen as long as I can while he fucks my throat. He moans and uses my mouth like a toy to get off. Fuck, that’s so hot.

The need for air claws at me, forcing me to pull away, gasping. Stringy spit slicks my lips and chin, a line of it still connected to his dick. I suck in air. My lips, puffy and numb from the beating, feel delicious. Blinking away the tears, I’m delighted to see I’m not the only one completely undone.

Luke’s chest heaves as he stares at me, his eyes dark as pitch and feral. The hand that never left my hair fists painfully as he drags me back against his body. “Again, slut,” he says, pulling me back down.

I groan. “Yes, use my mouth.” I don’t recognize my voice.

He’s rougher the second time, and I don’t last long until I’m spent, gagging, coughing, and sucking in air as I hold myself up over him. Molten desire courses thickly through my body. I have no thoughts besides the need to cum and do everything I’ve ever wanted to with Luke.

Regretfully, I pull away and wipe my chin. My head spins a little and I rub my hand down my body, loving the way he tracks the movement. A husky laugh rolls from my mouth as Luke drinks me in. “Where has this minx come from, huh? I need to see more of her.”

“You will. Now put on some music, something I can dance a little to, and go over there.” I point to the back side of the pool.

He arches an eyebrow. “Yes, ma’am. No lie, caramel drop, this bossy side of you is hot,” he says, slipping down into the water and making his way across the pool. “Want You So Bad” by The Vaccinespumps into the room. Wispy blue steam rolls off the water as I stand up.

“Ready?”

He points to his cock. “Been ready.”

The silk, cream-colored camisole that was under my hoodie glows a soft baby blue in the lights. Slipping my hands underneath the fine fabric, I unsnap my bra. A stab of lust goes straight to my clit when I hear the shutter on his phone.

“Take the straps off slowly, like you’re trying to hide from me, like you don’t want me to see. Don’t look directly at the camera. Just peek at me and bite your lip,” Luke says.

Dude is so kinky. I’m getting the idea that Luke might be into a lot of different things.Hell, maybe I am too.

His voice twists my desire as I slip the straps down my arms slowly, marveling at how my skin looks in the lights. My hair falls forward, hiding part of my face until I look up at Luke. He studies me through his phone, the camera shuttering repeatedly in his left hand while the other is between his legs, stroking his cock. Wishfulness washes over me. The cobalt water could stand to be more transparent.

The knowledge that he is just as turned on as I am right now makes me desperately want to abandon the no sex rule I’ve been clinging to. I slide the bra out and drop it on the floor. My nipples press against the lustrous material and the hypnotic beat calls me to follow its rhythm.

Shutting my eyes, I trail my hands down my body as the moment and the music seduce me. “Fuck, I don’t have the words for how much I want you,” Luke whispers.

A smile curls my lips, but I ignore him. This is as much for me as it is for him. Turning around, I undo the top of my jeans and deliberately work them down slowly, baring my ass and a pink G-string.

The fabric is damp and a deep magenta color with my arousal. I push the jeans farther down, they catch at my knees, and I can tell Luke spotted the evidence of my arousal by the muttered, “Oh, shit, fuck yes.” The shutter goes crazy.

His enjoyment makes me feel brazen. I peel the jeans off my wet legs and toss them to the side, making eye contact with Luke over my shoulder. He seems to have some trouble keeping me in frame while he jerks off. I’m flattered. I pull the silk camisole from my body and toss it on my jeans.

As I hook my thumbs under the thong, I lock eyes with him, wanting the connection as I leisurely work the fabric down and bare my pussy to him. Luke’s eyes drift away from my face and a dark feminine energy pulses within me at seeing him struggle. Where the butterflies once were is now occupied by aggressive excitement. “Sharp as a Knife” by Danny Ayertwists through the humid mist coming off the water. Maybe there is something to this seduction that I hadn’t considered before. Power. Control. I’ve spent my life having little of both. But here, now, I’ve got plenty.

I let the music wash over me and sway to the rhythm, running my hands down my nude body. Hot water licks my hotter flesh and laps against the curls between my legs, tightening my nipples. I imagine Luke dancing on the table last night and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of being in my own skin even more than knowing Luke’s eyes wander over my body.

Luke’s breathing is so loud in the space, I’m surprised he hasn’t cum. I’m more surprised by the fact that I don’t want him to yet. Not unless I’m the one making him cum.

Fixing a come-hither smile on my face, I slowly sashay down into the water where Luke stands. The phone is all but forgotten in his hand as my thighs brush against his. His erection presses against my stomach. Luke stares down at me, concentration and so many questions in his eyes. I won’t be answering any of them.

I slide my hand up to the center of his chest, pushing him backwards until his heels hit the underwater bench, and he sits. Heated water licks the underside of my breasts as I straddle him. Luke”s eyes widen as he asks breathlessly, “Who are you right now?”

I’m not sure, but I love her.

The song rotates to “Bathroom” by Montell Fish. Whether it’s the liquor, the ambiance, or my desire fueling the mood that’s stolen over me, I’m channeling sacred power that comes from having your partner completely wrapped around your touch. I know at this moment, Luke would let me do nearly anything to him and I’m drunk on it.

My lips whisper over his, “Touch me.”

Luke needs no encouragement. His hands circle around and grab my ass, squeezing as he kneads and pulls me to him. I press my nipple against his lips in a wordless order. He hums deeply as he sucks and flicks the tight bud between his teeth with his tongue. Whirlwinds of sensation swamp my body. Slipping my hand between us, I stroke his cock and slide it against my clit, teasing us both.

The camera is back and Luke records himself squeezing and biting my nipples until I’m breathless. He sucks one into his mouth so hard I cry out and my hips jerk. His lips unseal with a pop, and a perfect imprint of his bite mark rests in my skin.

Fisting my hands in his dark hair, I snap his head back. “That was naughty,” I say.

“Oh, baby, there are so many naughty things I want to show you. We are only getting started. Now pull harder.”

Luke moans as I increase my grip in his hair, watching with fascination as pain flicks across his face and his cock hardens in my hand.

Face tipped up to me, supplication in his gaze, I accept the offering of sweet lips against mine. Skimming the edges of his mouth with mine, I nip at his pink bottom lip. I deepen the kiss and seal our mouths together, letting the moment carry us away. My tongue sweeps into his mouth and he meets me greedily. Luke tastes of lemons as our tongues clash and we explore each other.

His hand snakes down between us, brushing over my swollen clit. I grind my mouth against his painfully. His teeth are neat and sharp. I imagine them biting the tender flesh of my sex and moan.

Gasping, he pulls back. “That’s it.”

Looping an arm across my waist, Luke pulls us from the water and tosses me on the narrow strip of tile alongside the tub. His heavy body crawls on top and presses me into the floor as his hand delves between us and he roughly shoves two fingers between my swollen pussy lips. I cry out in ecstasy as he pumps his fingers inside me. The sounds of my slick eagerness fill the room. Lips and teeth ravage my tits while he finger fucks me into oblivion. My eyes flutter close. A thumb slides between my folds and presses down on my sensitive numb, strumming me toward euphoria.

Warm, humid air swirls against my body as his weight rises off me and he stands on the submerged bench. A bright light illuminates me as he turns the video on. “Spread your legs for me, slut.” Another finger slips inside me, stretching my walls and making me writhe. “That’s it, take it all. Show me how much you want it, yeah? I know you’ve been wanting to show me. That’s a good girl. Fuck yourself on my hand.” His voice is harsher, demanding and rough. Unhinged. Dirty.

My fingers grip the rough tile and I roll my hips, sliding his hand in and out of my slick cunt. He adds another finger, and it’s too much, pain so sharp and burning, but it feels delicious. I’m so close. Luke flicks my clit, rubbing little circles. Each pass of his thumb takes me higher and higher. I imagine him taking me against the tiles and coming on his cock.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, harder.”

He props the phone up on the cloudy panel, grabs my jaw, and squeezes. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue like a good slut.”

I do as he says, desperate for him to supply a little more friction. I’m about to lose my mind.

Luke leans over me and spits in my mouth, shocking me. A hand shoves my lips closed in tandem with his fingers hitting my G-spot and flicking my clit. “Swallow it, slut,” he growls out. With his spit sliding down my throat, his order snaps me like a stretched-out rubber band.

My orgasm floods through me, glorious and dazzling, blinding me. My muffled scream echoes into his hand and around the pool. I lose control of the rhythm of my hips, wiggling down on the four fingers ramming inside me, begging for more. More pain, more pleasure. Luke presses me onto the floor as my body jerks under his grip. Wave after wave of delicious convulsions consume me while Luke finger bangs me through the best orgasm of my life, leaving me a panting, sweaty mess. I’ve never cum so hard or hurt so much.

Dark, satisfied laughter falls from his lips as he grins down at me like a cat who just got all the cream. He continues to play with my oversensitive clit, dragging out the pleasure. I grasp for his arm, a silent plea to stop torturing me.

His hand releases my jaw and fists in my hair. “Look.” He holds my head where I can see his hand slip from my cunt. My fluids coat him as he wraps it around his cock and fucks it, using my cum as lube.

His breaths come hard and fast as his hips lose rhythm.

“Close your eyes, slut, and open your mouth,” he commands. I do as I’m told, my body giving a lusty jerk. I want to make him feel as good as he did for me.

I can hear the pants and wet sounds of him stroking his cock. “Fuck yes, caramel drop.” He groans and a hot spray of cum shoots across my tits and face. “Suck me,” he demands, pulling my head toward him. I peek at this still throbbing cock and take him into my mouth, sucking every drop from his shaft. Licking, I clean him up until he releases my hair. He grabs the phone, and the shuttering sounds start again. He slides his dick from my mouth. A drop of cum runs down my cheek. He rubs it into my skin and across my lips, working it into my skin, even sliding it down over my swollen pussy.

His voice is aggressive and satisfied when he speaks next. “Well, I don’t know about you, caramel drop, but I feel better about my five hundred dollars. I learned a lot of new things today about you. Worth every penny.” He shoves his fingers back inside me and flicks my nipple, making me whimper.

Laughing, he scoops me into his arms and carries me across the pool. “We’re getting out?” I ask.

“You need a shower, although I rather like you wearing my jewelry.”

“I’m not wearing any jewelry.”

“That pearl necklace I gave you says otherwise.”

Glancing down at the whitish glaze that covers my chest, I roll my eyes. “Ha, ha, hilarious.”

A dark smirk lights up his face, but it’s off. He watches me and I’m more aware of it now than ever in the new quiet that steals over us.

He sets me down next to the shower and turns it on for me. The shower rains down. I fidget. Where’s all your dark sexual energy now, Carmella?

Luke pets me, smoothing down my hair, and drops little kisses on my ears, cheeks, and lips. “Are you showering with me?” I ask.

“No, I’m going to watch, but you did great tonight. Such a natural,” he murmurs into my neck. He unlocks the phone and shows me some of the pictures. I do look super hot in them, but the feminine power of the moment is gone now and I feel more than a little embarrassed that Luke has some seriously explicit, pornographic material of me. Especially the pictures of me sucking his cock and the ones of us in an intimate embrace as he bites my nipples.

“Wonder what your boyfriend would think of these. I bet he’d be jealous. I doubt he even knows where you are right now or how greedy your cunt is. Maybe we should send him these. What’s his number?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before slapping my ass and ushering me into the shower, closing the door behind me.

Anxiety and arousal double-time me now that scary Luke is back. You knew this. It’s never just one thing with him.

I try to not think about Luke calling me a slut, spitting in my mouth, or how much I liked it. Or that jab about Tommy, but it’s there, rolling around in my mind. He’s mad and jealous, and I have no idea what to do about it.

The hot water runs through my curls and beats down my back as I lather my hair and body with soap. Cries of pleasure leak from the room next to us, mixing with deep grunts as a bed bounces against the wall. Goosebumps break out along my body at the feel of Luke”s eyes on me.

Tension, anger, and desire arch between us when I meet his gaze. The desire to go to him, to apologize for what I can’t even comprehend, roots me to the spot.

He counts out five hundred. As each bill he lands on the table, it lashes my soul with punishment and a promise that breathes a second life of desire in my clit. Shame, guilt, and a desperate need to fuck Luke are beginning to be my drug of choice. When he’s done, that bullshit smirk is back. He sprawls naked on the bed, twirls his finger in a silent order for me to continue, and rubs his relaxed cock.

I try to not notice how he watches my every move through the glass door. Pretend that his eyes aren’t off, that they don’t make me fucking uncomfortable and breathless with how covetous and possessive they are. Embarrassment and arousal swirl inside me, slicking my pussy again as Luke strokes his cock and I slide my hand between my legs.

The camera light from his phone comes on again, and I abandon myself to his desires and pray I never have to look at myself again.