The Man Who Would Pay - 7
Three times I'd had sex with my brother. Once, in the house with our parents sleeping next door. I still shuddered at the thought of how dangerous that had been. Daniel saw nothing wrong with it. I did. And I vowed that it couldn't happen a fourth time.
I think it was that which drove him back to Sally Newman. Well, that and probably those big tits I'd never be able to compete with. I discovered he was still seeing Sally again the same night I got my first taste of bondage. It wasn't anything elaborate, but it was enough to demonstrate how being helpless at the hands of a stranger heightened my sexual responses even more.
Ian was an important man in some other world. I could tell that. He dressed in expensive clothes and his hotel room was a cut above the average. He also had a unique confidence that only came from having power. He was used to commanding people and having them do as he asked. He expected people to be subordinate to him. And that included his paid-for slut.
It was a role I slipped easily into. One Lawrence had prepared me well for.
"Remove your dress."
I reached up to my neck and released the clasp while keeping my eyes locked on his face. It was a loose, flimsy black thing and fell away easily, right down to my ankles. I watched his eyes drop to my stockinged legs. Then up to nipples that stood proud and hard. I wanted to pinch them to ease the throbbing ache they contained. I didn't. I awaited his next instruction.
"Let your hair down."
Without a word, I pulled the securing band away and shook my head until my hair fell like an orange curtain around my face. I still said nothing.
"Panties, please."
I kept myself as straight as possible as I removed them, lifting a foot high to unhook them. He was holding his hand out and I tossed the scrunched-up garnet to him. Ian's eyes remained on me as he lifted them and gently sniffed at my scent. I never saw that garment again.
He was in no hurry. I did this crazy thing because I wanted to fuck. It was all I wanted. But it was the games of these men who paid to have me that forced me to accept the build, the thrill that made that eventual fucking so much better.
"Touch yourself."
I did that on instruction as well. One hand to my pussy, gently running fingers over soft, warm flesh. I was so fucking wet. It was oozing from me.
"Huh mmm."
The quiver that raced through me had my knees wobbling and forced the first involuntary moan of delight past my lips. To the watching eyes, their little strumpet was horny and showing it like a butch on heat.
My other hand went to a nipple, squeezing and rolling it between my finger and thumb. Oh, Jesus, heaven. A warm prickly feeling that made me shudder.
"Uhh."
I pressed my finger into my wetness with a sudden leap in my desire. If he had asked, I could have happily brought myself to completion right there as he watched.
"Show me your little pearl."
I opened eyes hadn't realised were closed and saw him staring at my groin. I put my other hand there and slowly peeled my lips aside. Again I shook with excitement. I was exposing my most intimate parts to this man's eyes. Carefully, I opened myself further, pink, wet flesh was exposed for him to study in detail. I found my hood and pressed it back. My tiny bean was there, burning as the cooler room air touched it.
"Hu... uhh."
"Rub it."
Oh, Jesus. That risked making me cum where I stood. It was so sensitive. Ticklish. So fucking nice.
"Uhhh."
I was swaying, unable to keep my balance under the all-absorbing arousal.
"Fuck."
As hot as this little display was, I hoped he wasn't going to just make me play with myself and then leave me. I so wanted to cum, but I could do this at home. The reason I advertised myself and surrendered my sex to strangers was to fuck and I still wanted that. I wanted his cock. Yes, I wanted to cum, but I wanted to cum on his cock as it filled my hungry pussy and brought it that extra level of pleasure.
"Keep rubbing."
The need became all-encompassing and my fingers began a frenzied spin. My knees weakened even more and I was close to collapsing.
"Oh god."
So close. So fucking close. I was tipping.
"Stop."
A sharp command that cut through to capture the last coherent thoughts before my mind fused. I stopped instantly, just staring at him as I snatched urgent breaths. My reddened face displayed my horror at being cheated. But also the expectation that he would give me more. That I would feel his cock inside me.
"Let's make it a little more exciting."
Ian reached to his neck and pulled his tie away. I expected him to take his clothes off now, but he had something else in mind.
"Turn around. Face the mirror."
I stood patiently as Ian gently pulled my arms to the small of my back and secured my wrists with his tie. I'd known this was going to happen, or at least something involving being tied up. He'd hinted at it in our messages. And I'd done nothing to discourage it. This was one advantage of Daniels's involvement in my adventures. As carefully as I chose my clients, there would always remain an inherent danger that one might be a freak. Having him know where I was brought a little security to me. Enough that I would risk this.
What I realised now was how helpless I'd become with only the simple task of securing my hands. I couldn't fight him off if he attacked me. I couldn't open a door. I was at his mercy. A true plaything. It was a little frightening and so fucking hot.
Behind me, Ian finally removed his clothes. I watched him in the mirror, my libido rising with each item being discarded.
His cock was hard when his boxers came down. A lovely meaty thing that danced to its own tune. I salivated almost as much as my pussy was dripping. I quivered as his attention came back to me. Even naked he carried that masculine confidence of someone important that I should obey.
I waited as he circled me, expecting him to give me some new instruction. Order me to the bed, or to get on my knees to suck his cock. Instead, he stopped behind me. At first, his hands just settled on my hips. Then they moved around, onto my belly and he pulled me tight to him. I could feel him against me, his cock between my thighs. Instinctively I clamped it and wiggled to rub it. I could feel its heat and the first leakage making it slippery against my flesh.
I sensed his response. A gentle rock of his hips to fuck the space between the top of my thighs. His hot breath disturbed my hair and hit my shoulder. Then he was manoeuvring for a new target. He was adept at this. Another rock of his hips and his crown was directly pressing on my little starfish of a hole.
"Fuck."
A tightening of his grip on my belly, a sharp thrust from his hips, and he was in.
"Jesus."
I gasped at the smarting pain of my muscle being stretched and the pressure inside my arse as he just pressed deeper. Had I not already experienced this I'd be screaming. As it was, I wished he'd used some lube, but I knew I could handle it.
"Uhh."
His hands moved over my belly, going lower.
"Oh god."
As he touched me, I instinctively pushed back, impaling my own arse hole onto his pole.
"Uh."
I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in nothing but stockings and heels. His cock was in my arse and my were hands tied behind my back while he played with my pussy. I watched every detail as if it were a porn show right in front of me. I was becoming hotter, weaker and more of a compliant puppet.
