by Amy Brent
“Tori, what’s going on?” I yelled through the door, keeping my voice just loud enough for her to hear and not the neighbors. “Are you all right? Let me in.”
I waited, and my pulse raced, but she didn’t say anything. I looked in the window, and she was still there, pacing. She glanced up and saw me and shook her head and wiped her eyes. She was crying.
“Tori, open the door, baby. What’s the matter?” All I could think of was that asshole had come and hurt her. “I’m not leaving until you talk to me, Tori.”
After a minute of trying to figure out if I should break the door down, she opened it. “I can’t see you anymore.” Her eyes were puffy and wet with tears, and though that her sniffling, she didn’t seem sick.
The words were so out of left field that I couldn’t understand if she was serious or not. “What’s going on?” I stepped forward, but she backed away.
“Don’t, Ross. Don’t come in and don’t touch me.” Her hands were wrapped around her waist as if she were holding herself together.
I stopped in my tracks, but I wasn’t going to leave without an explanation. “Will you at least tell me what’s happened?” She could at least offer me some reason. Had she changed her mind about being in a serious relationship, or had she decided that my age was suddenly a factor?
“I know about you.” The words were delivered with so much venom that I stepped back. I wondered what she knew and exactly what she’d heard. Was this something that had filtered down about Mia? Maybe Kevin had told her something— a lie, maybe that I saw Mia behind her back.
My anger grew, and it wasn’t that I was angry at Tori, but I was upset that someone had tried to hurt her with lies and that they’d tried to break us up. I wasn’t going to let that happen.
“We need to sit down and talk about this. I’m not leaving until it’s settled and I want to know what you think you know and who told you.” I walked away from the door, shutting it behind me as she widened the distance between us. Had someone told her I’d hurt her? “Why are you backing away, Tori? I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“You already have hurt me, you liar. You weren’t working security; you were whoring yourself out like some kind of deviant. You used me.”
I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath as the anger and shame boiled together inside me. I held my tongue knowing whatever would come from my mouth could be toxic to our future and I’d have to proceed with caution.
“What exactly have you heard?” My eyes bore into her as a thousand questions burned through me.
“I know about your stupid parties. The way you hire yourself out and play toy roomfuls of women!”
I couldn’t deny anything she was saying, and I understood that while I had done things that were less than moral, I had done it for honorable reasons. “I think you should let me explain before you jump to any conclusions about who I am.”
“You’re a pervert, and you saw the chance to fuck a young virgin, and you took it. You never cared about me.” She glared at me with glassy eyes; her lip curled back in disgust.
“I do care about you, and that’s not why I wanted to be with you. You’re not like the others, Tori. You are special.”
“Get the hell out.” She stepped forward, but I was not leaving. Not until she knew exactly who she was dealing with.
Chapter 26
Tori
Something gleamed in Ross’ eye as I told him to get out and even though I’d stepped forward, and tried to let him know that I meant it, he didn’t back down.
He crossed the room and grabbed my shoulders and held me at arm’s length. “I’m not fucking going anywhere. I care about you, and I want you and I’m not letting you push me away that easily.” He looked me up and down and then leaned close to my face, his stubble scratching against me. “You want to know what I’ve been doing? I’ve been putting food in my kid’s mouth, I’ve been paying my fucking bills, and yes, I’ve done it all with this right here.” He cupped himself, and I jerked away.
“You’re vulgar.”
“Vulgar? You didn’t think I was so vulgar when I fucked you.” He gave me a challenging look, and I hated him for being right. “And though I’ve had many clients, most were individuals. I fell on hard times, Tori. I didn’t have some rich fucking aunt to set me up. My wife’s illness depleted my savings, and I was about to lose my fucking house. I’m not proud of it, but I don’t have to explain myself to you. I did all of it on my own time before I committed to you!”
I was so confused. I understood what it meant to be desperate. I’d not always had money, and my aunt had only been able to help me because she’d remarried and sold her house, but to sell yourself? “Why not get a loan or something?”
He raked his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “Who would have given me a loan without a job?”
I wiped my eyes and lifted my chin, giving him a defiant look. “What were you doing with them?”
“I’ll tell you everything if you want to hear it. I never wanted you to know or to think bad of me, and that’s why I wouldn’t commit to you off the bat. I had to make enough money to survive until I got a job. I quit the minute I got hired, I even told my friend not to set me up with any more appointments. I’m done!”
I felt like an idiot, but I believed him. Even more than that I was intrigued in a strange way, and curious. “I want to know.”
He stepped closer and pulled me into his arms, his mouth pecking at mine until finally he deepened the kiss and hitched my leg up at his hip. He ground against me, his thick length stroking me through his clothes and he pulled away, whispering into my ear. “Do you feel that, Tori?” I nodded and reached for my hand, placing it over his cock. “You want that, don’t you?”
I nodded again; I did want him. The fact that all of those other women had him hurt, but strangely it excited me that despite them all wanting him, he wanted me.
“Tell me.” His hard tone was softer than the look in his eyes.
“I do,” I whispered.
He lifted me up and carried me into my room, and pushed aside the messy covers where I’d wallowed in self-pity and cried for hours on end. Then he pulled down my shorts and stepped back.
“Take it off.” He gestured to my tank top and snapped his fingers, and I wasted no time doing what I was told. I lay there naked expecting him to fuck me, but he looked around the room and went to get my silk scarf that hung on my dresser. He came back, and my chest pounded, not knowing if I should let him. When he took my hands, I pulled them away.
“You wanted to see what they paid me for; I’m going to show you.” He grabbed my hands tighter and pulled them together behind me holding them tight with one hand while he tied me up. He wasn’t taking no for an answer, and I was all done fighting.
He looked around again as I lay there on my bed, my legs rubbing together as I watched him. He walked over to a picture board beside my dresser and took the small wooden clothespins from it which had at one time held pictures of Kevin and tested them on his thumb. My eyes widened wondering what he was going to do with them.
He returned to me and leaned over to lick my nipples, and I moaned out as he slapped my breasts. I struggled against my bindings, but they only got tighter.
“Don’t struggle, baby. It makes it tighten. That’s why you’ll be a good girl, now, right?” I shook my head and then screamed out as he clamped the clothespin onto my tight nipple. It hurt like hell and then a moment later, it was only a tingle between my legs, like the kind that made me want his big cock shoved in me.
This is what he would do with the women? It wasn’t so bad. Then he stood at the foot of my bed and unbuckled his pants and took down his zipper. His cock was bigger than I remembered and I knew it was only because I felt a hundred times more vulnerable. “Get on your knees.”
I rolled over and got up on my knees, and he tugged my bindings forcing me to the edge of the bed in front of him. I looked up into hi
s eyes and waited for instruction, wishing there was a trace of a smile on his gorgeous face. There had been once for me, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever see it again.
“Suck it.” He crossed his arms and stuck his hips out, and since my hands were tied, all I could do was lean over and take it with my mouth. I hesitated, thinking about all of those women. Jackie had said there was about twenty of them, and each one had had their turn licking and sucking his cock. He’d even fucked the bride, and been her prize.
He reached around and gripped my hair, which had been put up in a messy bun that had only gotten messier as the day went to hell. I expected him to jerk me around, but instead, he nudged me forward and stared through me. “You want what they got, right. So, suck my fucking cock, Tori. Get your taste.” I hesitated, and he shook his head. “It’s all yours now, so take it. Claim it and own it.”
I thought of what he was saying and realized most of what had bothered me wasn’t his whoring, but that they were getting something I’d wanted. He was mine, and I was going to take what was mine. I leaned forward, putting my mouth around his cock and not quite sure what to do about the rest of his length since I couldn’t stroke it. It would only go into my mouth so far. But then he smiled and stroked my cheek.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s a good girl, baby. Suck my cock and make it yours.” I worked his meaty, bulbous head and bobbed my head up and down, only taking to the back of my mouth out of the depths that proved troublesome before. But he still had hold of my hair, and he nudged me forward until I’d taken another good inch more.
My mouth was so full, and I was about to need a breath when he pushed his cock deeper, pulling my head closer and thrusting his hips slightly. I felt it pop into my throat and then he pinched my nose. I was totally helpless, and I struggled, moaning a muffled plea against his cock which popped in out of my throat and stroked my nasal passage. My face puffed up and I thought I might explode, but he pulled off, and I was left gasping for air. Before I could complain, he was back in my mouth, still holding my head and fucking my face. I was a mess of teary eyes and spit by the time he let up, and I was ready to collapse. Being tied was not comfortable, and my nipples were turning an angry red, but my pussy was tingly and now and then I’d feel an ache of desire wash through me. I was ripe and ready.
“Stand up and turn around. You’re going to take this fucking cock hard, like a dirty little slut.” I did as I was told and he pushed me face down on the bed and tugged at my bindings. A moment later I felt his cock press against me and then he sliced into me, with force and no care for my pleasure. He pumped hard and tears stained my cheeks.
“Don’t cry, Tori. You wanted to see what I gave those women; this is a taste of it all. I didn’t make love to them as I did to you, I wasn’t gentle. They paid to use me, and I was so down on my luck that I let them. You were different. Do you see that now?”
He had always been so gentle unless I’d begged but this was not the same way we usually made love. I remembered the one word he’d told me was magic when his cock was inside me. “Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” He sped up, and my first orgasm ripped through me making me lightheaded.
“Please, be easy. Please.” My legs were collapsing beneath me, and I slid down from all fours until my tummy was against the bed. I wanted my, sweet Ross. I needed him to make love to me.
“You’re going to get just what they get; they paid me thousands to make them beg and to make them come. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
My pleasure was so intense that I felt like giving in and lying there letting him pound and fill me, but I wasn’t going to give up so easily. He expected me to tap out and I wasn’t about to. My next orgasm was so intense that I screamed out and suddenly he reached down and pulled the clothespins off in one quick movement.
A blood-curdling scream belted from me as I came so hard I soaked his balls and all down my ass. He clapped his hand over my mouth and laughed.
“That’s right, baby. I’m going to give you all my come in a minute. Fill your little hole so full you hiccup.”
“Mm. Please.” I loved the feeling of those pins being ripped away, and I hoped we could play with that another time. “Untie me. I want to touch you.”
“No. You’re going to have to stay tied until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I’m sorry, Ross. I should never have doubted you.” He slowed his pace and leaned over me.
“I only did what I had to do, and I’d like for you to forgive me and see the real me. If you can’t, then this is going to be the last time for us, and I think that would be a terrible shame.”
“I don’t want it to end, Ross. If you said you’ve quit, and you really mean it, I want to be with you.” The words rushed from my lips like a plea, and he stopped and picked me up and spun me around. His eyes were much softer than before.
He kissed me deeply and then lay me back against the bed as he nudged himself between my legs.
“I have quit. I promise it’s only you.” He worked himself slowly into me, being much more tender than before. “No one is as special to me as you aside from my daughter, and I truly mean that, Tori.” He lifted my legs up and placed them on his shoulders as he drove deep, stroking my most tender spot. He worked me through another soaking orgasm, and as I went limp from my exertion, he buried his cock and held it as he filled me up.
Chapter 27
Ross
I hoped I had made a breakthrough and my head was fucking pounding from all of the adrenaline. I still wanted to know who the fuck had told her and how there were pictures taken at the event. I’d get to the bottom of that, and I’d damned sure let Melanie know that someone in her circle of trust couldn’t keep their big mouth shut and follow the rules. Someone like that was a fly in the ointment and could cause someone more problems than they’d given me.
I wasn’t about to let Tori give up on me over that bullshit and if I had to remind her every single day that she was special, I would. I looked down into her eyes and closed the distance to kiss her.
My cock was already hardening again, even though I’d just busted a huge nut inside of her tight little snatch.
She was nearly spent, but she lifted her head and met my eyes. “Hold me.”
I backed away and sat on the bed and called her over into my lap. I untied her hands, and she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Then she lay her head against me as I lifted her ass and nudged my cock inside her. She wiggled, taking it deeper and I ground up against her as we made out, kissing deeply. We stayed that way a while until she’d rested and then I scooped her up and put her on her back.
“Don’t stop.” She dug in her heels so that I never left her and I tilted her hips, grinding against her g spot. When I was done with her, I was going to leave her in a puddle of our come. I’d ground that last load nice and deep, but this one, I wanted it all over her.
“I’m not, baby. I’m never going to stop.”
“Please touch me.” She reached down and rubbed her little clit, and I could tell she was close.
“Do you have a vibrator?” Her cheeks flared, and she nodded. “Get it.” I pulled away, and she went into her bedside drawer and pulled out the small vibrator that she’d used to pleasure herself. I turned it on and lay it against her swollen bud, and she squealed and whimpered. I kept it on her even when she begged for me to pull it off.
“Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Let go, Tori, let it consume you. Don’t hold back that pleasure.”
She relaxed beneath me, and she cried out. I slammed my cock in deep and thrust hard and upward against her soft, spongy spot, and it splashed a little, so I jerked back, and she soaked my cock. Her juices gushed, shooting from her pussy like a little fountain. I loved getting soaked and thrust hard again, letting her spring up like a well around me.
“I’m making a mess.” Her eyes were wide, and she collapsed beneath me.
“It’s so fucking hot, baby. Just let i
t come for me.” I kept fucking her through it all until finally, she was down to a trickle, then I pounded faster into her wet hole until my own release when I jerked out and shot my come all over her perky little tits. I loved coming inside of her, but she needed to be marked. She was mine now and forever if I had any say.
She was barely moving, moaning and whimpering completely spent. I was spent too, and I knew I’d have to clean her up and change the sheets and remake her bed. But first I’d attend to her needs.
I eased down between her legs and noticed how swollen her little pussy was. She was still getting used to my cock and each time I ripped her a little more. I nuzzled closer and lapped at her pussy, causing her to stir. She moved her hips upward, and I dipped my tongue deep into her channel as I held the vibrator on her clit. She had to be numb to it by then, but I was hoping for a hot taste of her. I pushed two fingers deep into her, careful not to brush against the torn places as I spread them to open her for my tongue. She whimpered and her walls clenched around my fingers. There was a hot little trickle, and I lapped it up, her purring the entire time.
Half an hour later, we were both a mess, so I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, placing her on the toilet, while I adjusted the shower. Then I held her against me, and she held on with tired limbs. “I’ve never been this way before. It wasn’t ever this way the other times.”
