I am frozen to the spot, unable to move as he stares down at me, his eyes roaming over my features slowly.
He brings one of his hands to my face, caressing a finger over my jaw, before cupping my chin with two of his fingers. His index finger trails over my lips, his gaze vacant, as if he's so wrapped up in his thoughts, he doesn't even see me.
I watch, still unmoving, as he drops that same hand from my face, down to my breast, to my hip. He runs the tips of his fingers over the lace of my panties, his touch more curious than anything else.
He looks down at my underwear, his gaze studying the design of the straps carefully. I wait, with bated breath, as he slides his thumb into the waistband, lowering the skimpy item over my ass cheeks.
I remain still as he pushes them down my thighs, leaving them bunched up around my knees. His fingers seek out the apex of my thighs, and he dips the digits into my wet slit.
I gasp as his thumb rubs against my clit roughly, and I jerk away from his aggressive fondling, because Mr. Aldine is not a gentle man.
He is quick to wrap a hand around my neck and pin me against the wall, keeping me in place as he pushes two of his thick fingers into my pussy.
My eyes drift closed and I throw my head back as the pleasure and the pain begin to mix, making it impossible to tell the difference between the two. It feels so fucking good that my hips start to move of their own volition.
Slowly, at first, and then with more enthusiasm.
I haven't had a good fuck in weeks, and I'd been reduced to masturbating after each appointment because most of my clients didn't care about whether I enjoyed the sex or not.
Half the reason they came here in the first place was so they wouldn't have to give a fuck about their partner's needs. The other half was to live out whatever sick, twisted fantasies they came up with on a woman who wouldn't judge them for it.
It was up to us to make those dreams come true. We had to participate, we had to pretend to love everything they did to us.
But this?
Mr. Aldine's hand wrapped around my neck while the other worked on my gushing pussy, three of his fingers pumping inside me and rubbing against my g-spot just the way I liked...?
I didn't have to fake any of it.
I loved it.
This was the kind of shit that turned me on.
My toes curl in my shoes, and I moan long and low in my throat when he fucks me faster. I squirm against the wall, spreading my legs wider for his convenience. My panties fall to my ankles, and I grind my crotch against his hand as I draw closer and closer to the edge, so desperate to climb it that I don't even notice he's staring at my face as he fucks me.
I gasp in shock, in pure pleasure, when he works a fourth finger inside me, stretching me so wide that it intensifies the pain.
"Mr. Aldine?"
"Yes, Avery?"
God, that voice.
My eyes roll back into my skull when his palm rubs against my clit.
"It hurts," I admit, my hand reaching out to grab his wrist.
The hand around my neck tightens once more, cutting off my breathing and the blood flow to my brain. My head spins, and I groan, my eyes snapping open as my orgasm nears.
They immediately fill with tears from the lack of oxygen, from the intense sensations coursing through me, and I let out a breath when he responds.
"But you like it, don't you, Avery? This is what you need to get you off, isn't it?"
I moan my assent, and he groans his approval, his fingers moving faster, harder inside me, making my pussy squelch loudly in the room.
My juices run down my legs in a sticky mess, and my walls clench around his fingers as the orgasm he'd been building up finally hits me. Mr. Aldine brings his face closer to mine, watching me cum all over his hand as he whispers dirty, nasty words that have me flooding into his palm. My knees buckle beneath me as I come and come.
He lets go of my neck, and I inhale deeply. My head spins even further, and with his fingers still fucking in and out of me, my orgasm is drawn out, lengthened until I'm a moaning, sticky, wet mess.
When I'm done, he reluctantly pulls his hand free from my wetness. He doesn't bother to catch me when I fall to my knees in front of him. He does grab me by the hair, though, tilting my head back so he's looking at me.
He brings his wet fingers to my face, and instead of putting them in my mouth like I expect, he smears my wetness over my nose and cheeks, my forehead and chin.
He admires his handiwork, smirking arrogantly down at me.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Avery?"
I swallow, and try my hardest to speak.
"Yes, Mr. Aldine."
My body is numb with pleasure, and my pussy is still clenching and spurting from my orgasm.
"I'm glad," he says, moving my head towards his hardening cock. I wrap my lips around it without any further encouragement, moaning when he pushes the head back into my throat.
His expression is blank, and except for the intense lust in those dark eyes, you wouldn't know how turned on he was right now.
He holds my head against his crotch as I gag, and choke around his length, my eyes locked on his face.
He pulls out suddenly, and I draw breath for the first time in almost a minute.
Mr. Aldine tightens his hold on my hair and drags me behind him. I cry out and try to stand, but he grunts his disapproval, forcing me back onto my knees so I have to crawl.
He allows me to stand when we get to the bar and my eyes tear up from the pain that shoots through my scalp at his aggressive handling. He wraps his large hands around my waist and picks me up, placing me none too gently on the marble countertop of the bar.
Mr. Aldine strokes the length of his cock with his hand, the other reaching out to weigh my soft, delicate tit in his palm. He starts kneading it, his fingers digging into the flesh with as much force as I'd used earlier, teasing my already hardened nipples until I'm squirming on the bar.
"Do not look away when I fuck you."
I nod, glancing down briefly to watch him stroke his hardening cock, and my nerves kick in because there's no way I'll be able to take that entire thing inside me without it hurting like a bitch.
