Chapter Six
Carmen
E xhaustion wraps around me like a second skin. Between being on set all day, working all night, and squeezing in classes, I barely know which way is up anymore. Rest? That’s a luxury I can’t afford. Not when I have a client waiting.
Tonight’s guy seems like the usual: a wealthy, middle-aged businessman trying to find something he lost a long time ago. As he strolls around the room naked, I have to fight to keep a yawn in check. He moves closer, his hands tracing over my neck before he settles beside me. Gently, he pulls my hair to one side and presses something cold against my neck—a collar. Then comes the click of a leash.
Well, that’s different.
My body reacts instantly, heat pooling low in my belly. His fingers skim my lips, slipping his thumb into my mouth. I suck and nibble on it, my eyes locked on his. With a firm tug on the leash, he pushes a finger into my ass, catching me off guard. A sharp cry slips out, and he just grins, pressing in deeper. There’s a sting as he inserts a plug, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me breathless.
I’m still clinging to his thumb, my body quivering with anticipation, when he slips a blindfold over my eyes. The sudden darkness amplifies everything—every touch, every whisper of air against my skin. Then his hand comes down sharply on my exposed pussy, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. I gasp, my muscles clenching instinctively.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, each word a low rumble. His hand strikes again, and again, every slap leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Such a good girl.” The sensations build, pushing me closer to the edge, but just as I’m about to let go, he yanks on the leash, halting me. My mind goes fuzzy with frustration, but he isn’t done. Instead, he orders me to count each spank out loud.
Each number is met with another sharp slap, the sting deepening the pleasure that pulses through me. My skin feels hot and raw, each touch a mixture of pain and pleasure. He runs his hand over my sensitive skin, soothing it, then trails his fingers down, feeling the evidence of my arousal as it drips down his thighs. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and with a quick pull, he spins me around, pushing me onto the bed.
He spreads my legs wide, no hesitation, and his tongue finds me instantly, exploring my most sensitive spots. A moan escapes me, raw and unrestrained, filling the room as he devours me. My hands twist in the sheets, trying to hold onto something as the sensations build, relentless.
Then he’s inside me, filling me, and I arch into him, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. With every thrust, he finds that perfect spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His mouth moves to my breasts, teasing and sucking until I’m right on the brink. “Let go for me,” he whispers, tugging the leash attached to the bedpost just enough to push me over the edge.
And I shatter, pleasure rushing through me in a blinding wave, soaking him and the sheets beneath us. But he doesn’t let up. “Again,” he murmurs, his mouth moving to my other nipple as his hips keep their relentless rhythm. I can’t resist; another wave builds, cresting over me, and I let myself go again, moaning as the pleasure takes over.