CHAPTER ONE
“I need you, Lorelai,” he says, pressing me up against the wall. “You have no idea how much it fucking turned me on watching you get pounded like a whore,” he whispers. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, exposing my neck.
He wraps his left hand around my neck, with his thumb grazing my chin, as he presses my body harder against the wallpaper.
His heat envelops me as his rock hard stomach presses into my soft skin.
Even though he’s still wearing pants, I can feel his cock straining against my belly.
I can feel his desire without him even having to say anything.
I soften my body, yielding to him, and he presses harder.
“It took every ounce of willpower in me to leave you on that table. You have no idea how close I was to picking you up and bringing you home.” he says.
Hunter and I had just gotten back from the local bar as part of my “audition” to be his…his girlfriend? Lover? Submissive? I don’t know exactly, and I’m not sure he does either. All I know is that I’ve never done anything as crazy as I did half an hour ago in that bar.
Hunter watched different men use me so I could prove myself to him.
It’s never something I thought I would be into, but it was hotter than I could have imagined.
Hunter’s paying me well for this arrangement, and I’m in an exploring stage in my life right now.
So why not? I’d be lying if I didn’t say that there’s also a small part of me that wants to win him over, though. I want him to claim me. Ravage me.
Although this was supposed to be a no-strings-attached kind of thing, I’m struggling to stay detached. There’s something magnetic about him. I can’t help it.
“Why didn’t you?” I whisper as Hunter moves his thumb up my chin and then across my lower lip.
I shudder as he presses his thumb into my mouth. I find my back arching as my chest presses against his.
“Because I needed to know that you could handle this. That you could handle me,” he says.
“What do you mean?” I whimper as he snakes his other hand down the front of my bra. He begins to lightly circle my nipple through the fabric and a small moan escapes my lips.
“Fuck, Lorelai,” he says. “You have no idea how crazy it makes me when you moan like that.”
I moan again, this time on purpose.
“Fuck,” he says. “Do you want me to punish you right now?”
“Maybe,” I whisper, not sure myself.
“Fuck,” he growls again.
He spins me around so that my chest is facing the wall. I like him like this—out of control, borderline desperate. Feral. Wild. I like seeing him be the needy one for once. Watching him fight himself to stay controlled. To hold back.
“Say you’re mine,” he says, as one of his fingers dips down the front of my panties and finds my pussy.
“I’m yours,” I rasp as he finds my clit.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he says, as he presses a finger inside me.
I press my ass up against him, grinding it into his pants.
He grabs a fistful of my hair. The movement is so sudden it sends a shiver up my spine.
“You’re such a little tease, Lorelai,” he says. “Do you like riling me up?”
“Maybe,” I admit, as I press back further. I grind my ass against his cock, and a guttural sound comes from behind me.
“Because you want me to punish you, don’t you, you little slut?”
I murmur as he pushes another finger into my cunt.
“If you want me to punish you, baby girl,” he says, “all you have to do is ask.”
He lets go of my hair and smacks my ass.
“But it wouldn’t be a punishment if you wanted it.”
“But now, what if?” he asks.
I shake my head.
He grabs both my wrists behind my back and pushes on the small of my lower back, forcing me to rest my chest against the wall and turn my head to the side.
He wraps one of his muscular arms around my waist and lifts me like I’m a feather.
He lifts me back a few feet from the wall and then places me back down on the ground.
He presses against my lower back again.
“Bend,” he instructs me.
I bend at the waist and I’m forced to widen my stance even more to maintain my balance.
He continues to press on my lower back until I’m almost bent at a 90-degree angle. Now only my head is touching the wall. He wraps one of his muscular arms around my waist.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear. “I would never let you fall.” A strange surge of affection and arousal rushes through me.
I’m forced to lean into the wall for balance as he kicks my legs apart, making me stand wide.
“Your body is all mine, Lorelai,” he says. His teeth lightly graze my ear, and I bite my lower lip. “I own it for the next two weeks. Do you understand?”
I whimper.
He slaps my inner thigh.
“Use your words.”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Good girl.” He dips two fingers back into my pussy and my back arches. “Such a good little slut,” he says.
His other hand wraps around my chest as he continues to finger me.
“Do you feel like a little slut, Lorelai, leaned up against the wall, getting fingered by a man you met two days ago?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur.
“Say it,” he says.
He moves his hand down to my bra and roughly pulls my breast outside of it. He twists my nipple, pinching it hard.
“Yes,” I admit.
“Good girl,” he says.
He lightly slaps my breast and releases it.
“You’re gonna get on your knees now, Lorelai,” he says, “and suck my cock while you beg me to let you come,” he says. “Do you understand?”
I nod as he continues fingering me.
“Now,” he says.
He releases me, and I turn around, dropping down to the floor. I look up at his cock and wrap my lips around it. I start sucking and within a few seconds I can already feel my jaw start to ache. He’s so big that it feels like I’m at the dentist and having my mouth pried open.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Satisfaction rushes through me.
“Now touch yourself for me,” he rasps.
I reach between my legs and touch myself as he continues fucking my throat.
“Show me how badly you want to come with that mouth of yours, Lorelai,” he says.
I press hard on my clit and rub faster circles as he continues to fuck my throat.
“Be a good little girl and come for me, Lorelai.”
He pulls out at the last minute and ejaculates on my chest. He quickly does up his pants and then looks at me. Without saying a word, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He walks five feet and then sits down on a chair and drapes me over his lap.
“Why did you do that?” I ask. “I could have just walked over.”
“I like manhandling you,” he says as he rubs his hand across my ass in slow circles. I shiver. “Do you like it when I manhandle you, Lorelai?”
Yes. I think to myself. But I’m too embarrassed to say it out loud.
“Feeling shy now, are we?” He chuckles. “Well, I know how to fix that.”
He gathers my wrists behind my back and then kicks one of his legs over mine, preventing me from kicking my leg. My toes are barely able to graze the ground, and I feel like I’m about to tip over at any moment.
He’s holding me in place and at the same time keeping me from falling. I feel vulnerable and childlike, and completely at his mercy.
He reaches between my legs and starts fingering me. I squirm and he tightens his grip around my wrists, reinforcing the feeling of helplessness.
He lands a few spanks as he continues fingering me. I squirm harder in his lap.
“I love it when you squirm,” he says. “It turns me on so fucking much.” He inserts another finger and my body twitches. “That’s it,” he coos. “Grind into daddy’s knee.”
He kicks my legs apart so that I’m straddling one of his thighs. I grind into his lap and he starts lightly spanking me again.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Lorelai,” he says. “But I’m gonna let you come.” He pauses and lands a particularly stingy spank. “After I punish you.”
He lands a series of rapid spanks and my ass gets hot. I feel his thumb between my lips.
“Suck and tell daddy thank you.”
He puts his thumb in my mouth and I suck.
I’ve never felt so degraded and so turned on at the same time.
“Thank you,” I mumble. He pushes his thumb further into my mouth and stops spanking me.
He slips his fingers back into my pussy and starts fingering me faster while his thumb rubs small circles around my clit.
I start grinding against his thigh without even realizing it as I feel myself getting closer.
“Come for daddy.”
An orgasm rips through me.
As I come on his lap, he lets me up and then, unceremoniously, rearranges his clothing.
I feel dazed as I get my clothes back on. What the hell just happened? I ask myself.
Despite everything that’s happened so far between Hunter and I, we haven’t actually had sex.
He’s made me come multiple times, watched other men fuck me, and made me suck him off.
But he still hasn’t fucked me. I thought that’s what was about to happen just now, but he backed off at the last minute.
I don’t get it.
I’m so bewildered by what just happened that it takes me a second to realize he’s gone.
Where did he go? I start walking up and down the hallways to find him, but it’s not easy given how big the house is. My phone beeps. He texted me.
I read the words on the screen, feeling more confused than ever.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” the text message says.
What the hell? What does he mean we’ll talk tomorrow? We’re literally in the same house.
I continue looking. Hunter caught me snooping before and warned me not to do it again, but I feel like I have a very valid reason this time.
After all, I’m supposed to be living with him for two weeks, acting essentially as a live-in wife.
He can’t just ignore me for a day while we’re in the same house. That’s totally unreasonable, right?
But you agreed to this, a voice in my head tells me.
I tell the voice to shut up. Just because I agreed to it, that doesn’t make it reasonable. And besides—I can change my mind at any point.
Do you want to? the voice asks.
We both know I don’t.
Whatever is going on here, it’s beyond what I would have ever imagined—in a good way and a bad way. It almost feels like a fever dream. All of these fantasies I’ve always secretly harbored, things I never thought would happen, they’re coming to life. It’s scary, almost. Eerie.
It’s like Hunter knows these deepest, darkest parts of me, parts I haven’t even admitted to myself yet.
But there’s more to it. There’s something about him that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Obviously he’s rich and powerful, but it’s more than that.
There’s something more to him. And there’s something going on. Something fishy.
I overheard him speaking to someone in the locked room the other day.
I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but something about the tone of his voice told me something was up.
I just got a feeling—a woman’s intuition, maybe—that something shady is going on.
I don’t know if Hunter’s the shady one or if he’s just involved with shady people, but my spidey senses are telling me something is wrong.
And I’m not going to rest until I get to the bottom of it.
I continue making my way through the house, pausing at each door.
I lean my head against each solid door frame for at least 20 seconds, listening.
When I’m within a few feet of the locked door, I hear something.
It’s the same room where I overheard Hunter the other day.
The same room where he caught me snooping.
What an idiot, I think to myself. If he really didn’t want me to overhear him, maybe he should have insulated the room a bit better.
This time, though, I’m careful. Last time, I must have alerted him with my heavy footsteps. Well, not this time. I quietly press my ear up against the door. I can hear him through the muffled door talking to somebody.
It’s hard to make out everything he’s saying, but I hear bits and pieces.
“I swear to fucking God, John, if you even hurt a hair...”
I close my eyes, straining to hear as close as I can.
“Let me talk to him.”
More silence.
“Let me talk to him, or the deal’s off.”
More silence. Then after 30 seconds or so, Hunter talks again.
“Just hold tight, okay? I’m gonna figure something out. I promise you.”
A pause.
“And if he hurts you at all...” Hunter pauses. “Money means nothing, Luke.”
Another pause.
“I can always get money back, but I can’t get a brother back.”
Long pause.
“Okay, so we have a deal. I’ll wire half of it tonight. You’ll get the other half tomorrow. Maria’s at 2 a.m.”
He hangs up. I hear footsteps and I quickly tiptoe away. There’s no way I’m going to risk getting caught again.