Chapter 13 #2
“This world is a fucked-up place. I’m not sure what makes a girl like you want to work in this industry, but tonight I’m paying you to be my escape, and something tells me you need one just as bad.
” He wants an escape from his life? Maybe this isn’t his revenge on me for not doing what he said.
Maybe it’s not even him. Next, he takes my ankle, and I can’t help but flinch away, suddenly not so sure I should be doing this anymore.
But he grips my ankle more firmly, wrapping the rope around it. “You listed a safe word. What is it?”
My mind goes blank. I filled out those forms a few days ago when Paige was getting me registered in their computer system.
And right now, all I can think is why is Jagger tying all my limbs to a bed?
Is this his way of messing with me for coming back to Ravens Hollow when I was supposed to get on that plane? Is he about to punish me?
“What is it, Princess? I can’t go on until I know you have a way out if you need it.” He takes up my other ankle, but I don’t feel any rope this time. He just holds me, and I feel his eyes on me, the heat burning my skin under his piercing gaze.
“Flower,” I utter the name he has been calling me since the first night. I’m not sure why, but I want him to know I know it’s him.
“Flower,” he repeats, sounding amused. Then he carries on tying my last limb to the end of the bed so I’m spread out wide for him like a starfish.
I feel super self-conscious, but I have nowhere to go. I tug on the restraints just to see how tight they are, but there is no wiggle room. He has me right where he wants me. My breathing quickens, and a dizzying sensation washes over me as control slips away.
“Panting for me already, Princess. I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Oh, dear God, I’m not going to survive tonight. I swallow, trying to get myself under control.
His fingers brush over my lace panties. “That was quite a performance tonight.”
Jagger was watching me as well. Was the whole damn family out there copping a peep? I can feel my cheeks heating even more than they already were. I should be prepared for this, I knew what I was doing when I decided to give this job a go. “Thank you,” I say, not sure how else to comment.
Delicately, he unties the sides of my panties where they are done up with little ribbons.
But he doesn’t remove them yet. His hands disappear, and I hear him move about the room.
Something clatters beside my head, maybe on the bedside table.
Something cold drips onto my bare stomach, something ice cold. “What is that?” I gasp.
“No more talking, Princess.”
Fuck, when we were communicating, I could handle this, but silence again is going to do my head in.
More drips of ice cold, then the freezing sensation erupts over my skin, gliding over the dips of my breasts one by one.
It’s got to be an ice cube, at least that’s what I decide by the trail of water it leaves.
He shoves my lacy bra down, forcing my breasts out and up, then he circles the ice over my nipples.
They instantly go hard with the cold. Then it’s warm, his mouth closing around the first nipple, followed by the second.
He sucks one as he toys with the other, melting ice dripping down my chest. Then it’s like he’s put the ice cube in his mouth, the hot and cold sensation a delicious torture I could get used to.
I can’t help but moan into the quiet room.
He pulls back, and I feel him reach past me.
Then he moves from the side where he was, and I feel the bed dip at the end, and I know he’s right between my legs.
The cold sensation is dragged down my body, over my stomach, and over the lace of my panties, between my legs and down the inside of my thigh before he brings it back.
He peels my panties off me, and I suck in a breath, feeling way too exposed when he can see me there, but I can’t see him at all.
“Don’t cum or I will punish you.” His voice is dark and holds a warning edge that I take seriously.
He slides the ice over my small strip of hair and over my clit, sending a shiver over me.
Then it’s gone, and I feel the warmth of his mouth on me.
He licks right down my center then back up to my clit, where he sucks more roughly.
Then the ice is back. I groan as he pushes what’s left of it deep inside me.
I have never experienced anything like this before, so cold it’s almost painful, but then the warmth of his lips brings the most unbelievable pleasure.
I try to grab hold of something, but it’s impossible with my hands all tied up.
All I can do is feel every lick of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers as they toy with me, never actually pushing inside but exploring and playing with me in a way that drives me crazy.
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.
I have never cum before, never had a man who wanted me to get there, but my body is tingling all over, and my pussy is pulsating in a way I have never experienced before.
I feel so out of control that even if I wasn’t blindfolded, I wouldn’t be able to see straight.
Then, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside of me and twists.
Stars appear as my body shudders. “Oh, fuck,” I cry as the earth moves, my pussy clamping around his fingers and convulsing in a way I have never experienced.
I try to grip onto something, anything, but I can’t.
The rope digs into my wrists as I fight against it, but it only adds to the insane feeling washing over me.
His fingers still inside of me. “Looks like Princess can’t follow instructions.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was going to happen,” I gasp out, still trying to catch my breath.
“Didn’t you?” His weight moves over me, then something presses to my lips. “Suck.” He pushes his fingers into my mouth. “See how good you taste.”
I moan around his fingers. I don’t know why, this should feel dirty and wrong, but something about it feels so damn good.
He chuckles darkly. “Greedy girl, Princess. You know what greedy girls get?”
“No,” I gasp.
“Punished for cumming when they were told not to.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I say again because I really didn’t.
I had no idea that was going to happen. But I’m not really sorry for the rush of that moment, the most intense and awesome I’ve ever felt.
“I’ve never cum before,” I admit, regretting it straight away, because how embarrassing. I’m twenty-three, for God’s sake.
“You’re serious.” He chuckles darkly. “Fuck, you’re perfect.
” His hand moves down over my breasts and stomach.
“But even perfect girls have to take their punishment when they are bad. That way you will learn to control yourself and only cum when I demand it. And I control this body. Every part of it is mine to pleasure or punish. Do you understand?”
The way he says it implies there will be more opportunities just like this, and for some reason, that’s the part I focus on, not that he wants to punish me in some way.
I try to remember what I put on my list. I know I ticked a lot of boxes, up for almost anything.
Paddling, spanking, flogging, the use of toys, edging, anal.
Most of it I haven’t done before, but that doesn’t mean I’m not curious. “Yes.”
His lips are back on my pussy, and he sucks my clit.
“So fucking naughty.” He smacks me right there, and it sends a jolt of pain right through me.
But then he’s sucking on me again. He repeats the same movement until I’m panting.
Pain, then pleasure. He pushes his fingers inside me again.
“Don’t cum,” he tells me, his voice holding an edge of seriousness that I can’t ignore.
I nod. I’m too out of it to even find words.
All I can do is focus on what he’s doing to me.
The way his finger twists lights up my insides.
He plays with me till I’m on the very edge again.
I can feel it this time in the way my limbs tremble and my pussy clenches.
Then he pulls his fingers free and smacks my pussy again. “I can’t…” is all I can say.
“If it’s too much for you, you know what you have to say and I will stop. But that will be the end of us playing.”
“No,” I cry as he smacks me again.
Then he pushes his fingers back inside of me, but this time I’m extra full, and I know it must be three.
I try with all my might to control my breathing and focus.
My limbs tremble, and sweat trickles down my back.
I’m panting like crazy, and I don’t even want to consider what I must look like to him.
He smacks me again, then his lips are on me, sucking my clit into his mouth in a way that is almost painful.
I’m so heightened, so on edge. He moves his fingers in and out of me, and I can’t help but murmur incoherent sounds into the room.
“Now,” he growls, the vibration of his lips on my pussy right before he sucks my clit into his mouth again, pulling the second orgasm right from me. Part of me was thinking he wasn’t going to let me cum at all. And that would have been torture.
I scream into the room as my body shudders, prickles erupt all over my skin, as wave after wave of arousal crashes over me.
He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, finger-fucking me and sucking me until I’m crying, literal tears streaming down my cheeks. It’s all too much, but in the same way, I don’t ever want it to stop. “Better,” he says as his lips leave my clit, and he pulls his fingers out of me.
I suck in breaths and do everything I can to get my racing heart under control, but it’s no use. I’m someplace I have never been before, floating above my body, watching this god of a man treat my body like it’s his own personal candy store.
His hands come to my ankle, and he begins unraveling the ties.
“Are you done?” I ask, not sure what to expect.
He chuckles darkly. “That was the warmup. You will know when I’m done.” He unties the other leg then moves to my wrists, massaging kindly as he removes the ropes.
My hands and feet tingle like they have pins and needles, and it’s like he knows it because he keeps massaging them until they come back to life.
“I want you on your knees in front of me.” He takes my hand and helps me down off the bed and onto the floor.
I kneel for him. “Your hands behind your back, and if you can’t keep them there, I will tie you up again. ”
I nod and place my hands behind my back like he said.
“Open your mouth,” I hear as he unzips his fly.
I do as I’m told and open my mouth, ready and waiting for his cock. All of me wishes I could see him in the flesh, not just feel him. The tip of his cock slides between my lips, and I swirl my tongue around, tasting him. Salty pre-cum is already leaking from it.
“That’s it. Take all of me.” He pushes in further till I gag.
I bob back and forth, taking him in as far as I can before having to back off.
Saliva dribbles down my cheek. I itch to swipe it away but remember his rule about keeping my hands behind my back, so I leave it, wanting to get this perfect for him.
I have no idea why, but his compliments are important to me.
He laces a hand into my hair. Scooping it up, he uses it to position me exactly where he wants me.
“You should see how damn pretty your lips are around my cock. I knew they would be.” With more force this time, he moves me back and forth over his cock.
I try to keep up with his pace, but he’s faster now, and with no way of seeing or feeling, it’s quite the task.
A phone message pierces the quiet. I jump, not expecting it.
“Shit,” he growls in a way that tells me it’s not from my amazing head. He’s angry about something.
I pull away from him. “Is everything okay?”
He tugs me back onto him. “Don’t fucking stop,” he says a little more aggressively.
His body has stiffened; he’s not relaxed like he was before.
Both his hands come to my hair now, and he uses them to control the pace he’s fucking my face with.
I say fucking my face because he’s gone from letting me toy with him to rough and urgent, slamming me down onto him.
“I’m going to cum, and you’re going to drink down every drop of it. You hear me?”
I nod. Tears spring to my eyes as I try to keep up with him and take his deep thrusts.
He grunts as he jerks forward one last time, filling my mouth with his cum.
I drink it down, doing everything I can not to spill a drop.
He pulls out of me, and his fingers come to my face, wiping up the saliva mixed with his cum, before he pushes his fingers back in my mouth.
“Stay there,” he demands with such an edge to his voice, I do exactly as I’m told.
I feel him brush past, and then the distinct sound of a bath faucet gushing water fills the air.
He comes back, and taking my hand in his, he helps me up to standing, helping me out of my bra, and hooking his thumbs in the side of my stockings.
He rolls them down my legs one by one. His fingers fiddle with the straps of my shoes, and he helps me step out of them as well.
His fingers glide back up my legs to the last remaining part of my outfit.
He unclasps the suspender belt, then he scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom, delivering me straight into the running bath.
The water’s the perfect temperature, and the scent of jasmine combines to create calm after the crazy.
He strokes my hair over my shoulder tenderly. “Something important has come up, Princess. I’m going to leave, and when you hear the door close, you can take off your blindfold.”
Disappointment fills me. He has to leave.
“Okay,” I say, trying not to sound as sad about it as I am.
I thought we had the night, and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of him, make sure he really is who I think he is, and I was kind of hoping for the fucking of my life.
If his dick is anywhere as talented as his fingers and mouth, he would have rocked my world.
His finger brushes over my lips. “Don’t pout or I will have to stick my cock back in your mouth and all hell will break loose in Ravens Hollow.”
“Okay,” I whisper, feeling way too emotional suddenly.
But I think he’s already gone. The door clicks, and I know for sure I’m alone.
Slipping off the blindfold, I sink down into the bath, trying to relax.
Tonight, I made eight thousand dollars, and I didn’t even sleep with him.
I should feel elated, but I’m not. I really am a greedy girl because I want more.