CHAPTER ONE
Mr. X refuses to tell me where we’re going. I still have no idea when we pull up to what looks like an old school saloon.
“Can you tell me now?” I say as we walk up the steps.
“Nope,” he says.
“How about now?” I try a few seconds later.
He shakes his head, laughing.
I just smile.
I feel the vibrator buzzing inside me and I flinch.
I glance at Mr. X and he smirks. “Remember who’s in control here, baby girl” he says.
It gets a bit stronger and I feel pleasure start to mount in my body.
I suddenly realize just how compromised of a position I’m in.
We’re about to walk into a public place and I have a vibrator inside me.
And a man who gets off on punishing women has the remote control.
It’s the kind of thing I fantasized about but never thought would actually happen.
We walk inside, and he suddenly turns it off.
“Hey Ray,” he says as he walks up to a burly man in a blue flannel shirt.
Ray looks like he’s 50 or so. He has sandy hair, a thick beard, and tanned, leathery skin. When he starts speaking, I notice a strong southern accent.
“Well, well,” he says, looking at me. “What have we got here? Fresh meat?”
I blush, caught off guard by Ray’s comment.
Mr. X looks at me carefully. “We’re still figuring that out,” he says.
A bit of indignation rushes through me. What does he mean we’re still figuring it out? Am I not good enough for him?
“Excuse me?” I blurt out. I don’t mean to say it, but the words just come out.
Mr. X laughs.
“This is a two-way street, sweetheart,” he says. “I have very high standards, and if you don’t live up to them, well, you know the deal.”
Rude, I think to myself.
“I could leave right now,” I say, shifting position slightly in the direction of the door.
“Go ahead,” Mr. X says.
I narrow my eyes. Is he serious?
Ray looks at me up and down, and a mean smile flashes across his face.
“Do you have any idea how many women would kill to be in your shoes right now?” Ray asks. “Hunter could have women lining up around the block for him if he wanted.”
Hunter, I think to myself. So that’s his name.
“He’s the most eligible bachelor in this town. But he gets bored quickly,” he says, looking back at Mr. X. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl stick around longer than a day or two.”
Suddenly I feel a strong desire to prove to Hunter and Ray that I’m worth it, that I’m not like those other girls. Then I check myself: Hunter’s probably a masochist. I doubt any woman could satisfy him. I’m playing a losing game here.
“Yeah, well,” I say, “just because he gets bored doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with those girls. Maybe he’s bored because he’s boring,” I say, cocking my head.
Ray laughs. “Ooh, feisty,” he says. “Not your usual type.”
I look at Hunter. “Really?” I say. “I thought you liked women who challenge you? Guess that was a lie.”
Ray laughs again. “Looks like she caught you there,” he says.
Hunter steps towards me and my breath hitches. We lock eyes. I look for any sign of fear in him, any insecurity, but there’s nothing.
“I do look for feisty,” he says without breaking eye contact, “but it’s hard to find. But when I do find it, I never let it go.”
He takes a step towards me and I stumble back.
In a split second, his hand is at my waist and then quickly skimming my body until it’s at my collarbone and then my neck.
He wraps his hand around loosely, but assuredly.
I gulp and notice I can feel his fingers as I swallow.
He’s gentle, but I can tell he’s holding back.
I inhale sharply as his fingers press slightly more firmly. He holds me there in place, and I feel like if he squeezed, I’d shatter into a million pieces.
His other hand travels slowly up my waist to my hair. He gathers some of it in his fist and pulls. Hard. I feel his frustration and desire. It scares me but turns me on.
“Although sometimes,” he continues, “The feisty girls talk a big talk. But when it comes down to it, they get scared. Are you scared, Lorelai?”
My cheeks heat up as I shake my head too quickly.
He smirks and continues. “They think they want a dominant man, but they can’t really handle it. They saw Fifty Shades once, and they think that’s what submission is.”
“Well, what is it?” I ask.
He smiles. “This is what it is, baby girl.”
He spins me around and pushes me down onto the wooden table. He hikes my green dress above my waist and yanks down my panties. I feel him grab my hands and hear something clink. A second later, I feel leather wrap around my bound wrists. He’s tying me to this table,“ I realize.
“It’s total trust,” he says as he ties my ankles to what I assume must be the table legs.
I’m bent over a table, ass in the air, hands tied like an offering, and with at least two men and who knows who else watching.
I’ve been so in my own bubble that I’m only just realizing we’re actually in public. The bar was empty except for Ray when we arrived, but that could change at any time.
“What if someone comes in?” I whisper.
This time, it’s Ray who laughs. “She doesn’t know?” he asks.
“Know what?” I ask.
“Hunter owns this town,” Ray says. “He does whatever he wants, wherever he wants. He stopped the Nutcracker once to fuck the lead ballerina.”
“What?” I blurt out. It’s so ridiculous that I don’t even know how Ray could come up with something like that if it wasn’t true.
“We went backstage and refunded all of the guests,” Hunter says, almost bashfully. “It wasn’t a big deal. Ray, please. Lorelai doesn’t need to hear this.”
But Ray continues. “Do you want to hear this, Lorelai?” he asks.
“Yes.” I want to know what I’m dealing with here, I think to myself.
“If Hunter wants to shut down a restaurant for any reason, he can. The police are on his payroll. So is the mayor. Hell, who isn’t on your payroll, Hunter?”
“Enough,” Hunter says. His voice is sharp and gruff. I can feel the tone in the room shift, almost as if the temperature had dropped a few degrees.
I hear Ray mutter something unintelligible, but he stays quiet.
“Okay,” I say, breaking the silence. “But I still don’t want anyone to see.”
Hunter grasps both of my ass cheeks. My body flushes.
“I know you don’t, baby girl,” he says. “And that’s exactly why I want them to. I want to see you squirming in front of everybody, embarrassed, while I show everyone what’s mine.”
Oh my god. My legs tremble. What have I gotten myself into?
“Do you remember your safe word, sweetheart?” he asks.
I nod, forgetting that my head is on the table.
“Words, baby girl,” he says, lightly slapping one of my ass cheeks.
“Yes, sir,” I blurt out.
“Good girl,” he coos, as his fingers lightly trail up and down my pussy lips.
“Look how wet she is,” Hunter says. Ray murmurs in agreement, and my cheeks grow even hotter.
“Remember how I said that this was a two-way thing, Lorelai?” Hunter asks me as his hand traces up the outside of my bare leg to my hip.
“Yes,” I squeak.
He stops when he gets to my hip, right where my bare skin meets my dress. It’s now bunched up, and he pushes it higher until it’s right underneath my bra.
“Well, consider this your audition,” he says. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you, to spread you, bend you over, and fill you with my seed. I want to make you my little whore and hear you scream my name,” he says.
I realize I’m holding my breath.
“But I won’t fuck just anyone,” he says.
“I only fuck women who can give me what I want,” he says.
“And like I said—” He pauses as one of his fingers slips under the wire at the bottom of my right bra cup and slowly slides across my bare skin.
I shudder. “My tastes are extreme,” he says, as his finger inches higher up my bare breast.
“I need to know you can handle that, Lorelai,” he says, as he lightly teases around my right nipple, drawing slow circles. My bra is halfway bunched up on the right side and digging into my flesh, but I don’t really care. “Do you understand?” he asks as he pinches my nipple. I gasp.
“I said,” he repeats, squeezing harder, “Do. You. Understand?” he asks, carefully enunciating each word.
He increases the pressure and a delicious mix of pain and pleasure courses through me. I’m tempted to hold off on answering his question. To see how much I can take. I feel tears start to smart, and I give in.
“Yes, sir,” I whimper.
He releases my nipple, and I’m momentarily stunned by the jolt of pain as blood flows back to my flesh.
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck. Even though my head is on the table, his fingers find their way into my mouth. I instinctively suck on them, and I’m surprised by how hot it is.
With his other hand, he begins to pump his fingers inside me. They brush up against the silicone toy inside me, and I squirm.
“Good girl,” he says as he adds another finger.
He brushes his thumb across my clit, and I suck on the fingers in his mouth harder.
“I want to watch Ray use you before I have my way with you,” he says. “Now be a good little slut and please him, or I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand?”
He shoves his fingers further down my throat. I gag a bit but manage to nod.
He takes his fingers out of my pussy and slaps my ass.
“I love watching you gag,” he says, as he moves his fingers slightly deeper down my throat.
I start to gag, but he immediately retracts them.
A few seconds later, he repeats the same thing, until he’s thrusting them in and out of my mouth.
I realize how humiliating this should be, but I can feel myself getting wetter.
After a few more seconds, he removes his fingers altogether and steps back.
“Ray,” he says, “she’s all yours.”