“Who are you?”
He smirks at my words. “As I said, you can call me Daddy right now.” He lifts me up and throws me on the bed. I bounce, my tits jiggling, and I manage to lift my head in time to see him taking off his pants.
Well, fuck.
My eyes go wide when I see his cock spring free.
He’s big—bigger than Chase and any of my clients. Oh God, I really shouldn’t have thought that. But I can’t help the giggle that leaves my mouth at the thought.
“Can’t say I’ve ever had a woman giggle after I’ve undressed.”
“It’s not because of that.” My eyes take in his large cock. “It’s nothing, just something that popped into my mind. Don’t worry, your cock is huge.”
“Do tell…”
“Just that your cock is bigger than Chase’s.”
The room goes deathly silent, and I immediately regret that I told him. He shakes his head and goes to a suitcase. After sifting around in it, he returns to the bed with a rope in his hand. “It’s time to teach you some manners.”
What the fuck?
Last time he tied me down, he kept me there all night.
That will not happen again.
I go to get up, but he whacks the edge of the bed hard.
“That is not happening,” I say, pointing to the rope. “You clearly can’t be trusted with rope and limitations.” He looks at it, then back to me.
“If you talk about or even think about another man’s cock while I’m near you, you’ll be punished even worse. Now, turn around and stick your ass in the air.” He drops the rope and I hesitate, then do what he asks, getting on all fours. He touches my bare ass, rubbing it ever so slowly, circling it with his hand before he slaps me, hard, across my pussy. It stings and I yelp in surprise, but then something else happens…
… I like it.
A lot.
“See, there you are. Now, tell me, whose cock are you thinking about?” he asks, then slaps me again.
“Yours,” I scream.
“Wrong.” He smacks me again. I shake my head, not understanding but I am also incredibly turned on. “Say it.”
“Yours, Daddy.”
He rubs my ass and leans over my back, his cock near my entrance. “That’s my girl.” With two hands, he grips me under my arms and flips me over, pulls me until my ass is hanging off the bed, then leans over me, his face now so close to mine. Lucas doesn’t kiss my lips, but he starts kissing my body, then goes down again, taking one long lick, before he makes his way back up, paying special attention to my breasts. He sucks them hard, marking me. I haven’t had a hickey since I was a teenager. After another moment, he moves again and is hovering above me.
I take a deep breath as I look at him.
This devil, the man they call the viper, is about to fuck me.
And from everything I’ve heard, he does not have a good track record when he fucks women. So why am I here, with my legs spread, letting him do all the dirty things to me, while calling him Daddy?
“I’m going to fuck you now, and you better scream.” He smirks.
That’s when I feel him slide into my entrance. I bite my lip as he enters me and have to remember this is pleasure. I’m still wet from where he paid me special attention. It’s incredibly tight and I can feel myself gripping his dick, but it feels incredible.
I love it.
Most people would think I already love sex.
I don’t.
Actually, most of the time I detested everything about the job.
The problem was, it was something I had to do.
To bring in the money.
But this? How could I ever go back to meaningless, non-orgasmic sex ever again?
He starts moving, and it’s a nice rhythm, like he’s savoring the moment. No need to rush. He enjoys each and every stroke.
“Let me kiss you,” he says, his mouth close to mine. His phone starts ringing but we both pay no attention to it.
“No.”
Lucas nips at my chin instead, but keeps moving inside of me. “You’ll let me kiss you soon, you mark my words.”
I say nothing in reply because his cock hits a magical spot, and my back arches. He runs his hand down between my breasts to my clit where he applies pressure and slowly rubs as he fucks me.
“You better scream, sugar,” he whispers so low I almost don’t hear him. I’m too lost in my own world to comprehend words. But when he picks up the pace and his hand stays close and continues its circling, I come. And I scream. Loud. My whole body feels like it was overcome with an intense feeling of euphoria. One that I cannot believe I’ve been missing out on.
Lucas leans forward, his hand coming around my throat as he continues to fuck me. I still feel every inch of him inside me, as he squeezes my throat. My hands grip his to pull them away if need be, but he gives a gentle squeeze and locks his eyes with mine, so I move them away as he comes and everything about it is animalistic. It’s as if he is claiming me.