by Candy Quinn
I laughed again, but this time, incredibly nervously. "What? No. Of course not. Why would I need to do that? My family is very well off, I don't need to go and seduce guys for a quick pay off."
Daniel stared at me. "I was joking."
I kept laughing nervously. "So was I."
"Forget about it. That was just amazing, Olivia. I'm going love using you like my personal fuck doll."
He held me in his arms, closely, and kissed the top of my head. It was sweet, it was romantic. It was everything I wanted in a guy, and I wished something like this could last forever.
Daniel whispered into my ears as he embraced me. "Stay with me tomorrow. I want to learn so much more about you, why you just might be the one who I thought I would never find."
I let out a deep breath and didn't respond. I didn't want to think of what would happen when the truth shined through.
My eyes opened slowly, adjusting the rudeness that was the morning sun. My body still ached from the night before, but it was an ache that reminded of just how blissful the night before was. I pulled myself up, and heard the water running. Daniel was in the bathroom, showering. I contemplated getting up and joining him. A blinking light in the tattered remains of my clothes though caught my eye. My phone.
Casually I walked over to it and fished it out of the fabric. There were several voicemails from my father. My mind was rushing with what could possibly be so important that he called so much, simultaneously reminding myself I was a genius for setting my phone to vibrate so he couldn't have interrupted Daniel and I or our rest.
Still, he was my father and I couldn't completely ignore him. I figured I should listen before attempting to ambush Daniel with more sex.
"Olivia? Where are you. All my little girls are gone. What's going on?"
The water stopped. My chance was missed. Thanks Dad.
"Please, call me back. Let me know. We need to stay a family."
A deep breath, there were a dozen of these. I figured they were all the same thing. I started to delete them, one by one, focusing on trying to get through it as quickly as possible.
Daniel stepped through the door, wearing only a towel, my attention shifting from my phone. "Ready for some more, slut?" He said, dropping his towel, raising an eyebrow, and revealing that he, at the very least, was definitely ready for more.
Not done with what I was doing, I reached over to put the phone down without looking at it.
When gravity was suddenly a bit too strong, I realized my arm wasn't long enough to reach the nightstand. Instinctively, I tried to correct myself, trying to catch my phone before I accidentally dropped it on the floor.
In a panic, I became a klutz, slid off the bed, mashed some stuff on my phone as I tried to get a hold of it, as it slid across the room, and I started to hear my father's voice – on speaker phone.
"Why did you girls abandon me? You girls are all I have left since the money's all gone. Karen? Olivia? Christine? Where are all of you? Please. We can make it through these tough times as a family."
I froze as my father unwittingly revealed my ulterior motive to being with Daniel.
He stared at me, as shocked as I was, not saying a word.
Every word he said about being afraid that someone would only like him for his money echoed inside my mind.
I picked up my clothes, or what was left of them, the phone included. I covered myself the best I could.
Then I ran for the elevator.
"Olivia?" Daniel called out.
I was to the elevator, the door opening, and me scurrying inside. I mashed the close button as well as the first floor one.
"Come back here," he said.
It was too late, the doors closing before he could get to me.
I froze in place, trying to put on my panties. I didn't care how ridiculous I looked. Nothing would hurt me more than him acknowledging the sheer betrayal I had enacted against Daniel.
When the elevator touched down, I darted out the door. I'm sure people were looking at me, the mostly naked girl in the torn tatters of a dress running barefoot through the Cleopatra's lobby. I didn't care. The shame of exposure was microscopic from the shame I was fleeing.
I would never return to this place, I decided, as I hailed for a cab. The little bit of money I had would get me home. It would get me away from Daniel.
What was next for me? I had no idea. My mind was blank and didn't even want to ponder a future where I didn't get to experience his rough yet loving touch again.
I blew it. I absolutely positively blew it. I laid on my bed in my room, like I had spent much of my time doing the last few days. There wasn't a terrible lot to do as a soon to be poor girl anyway, so I just decided to let my thoughts of my own foolishness haunt me.
It was only a matter of time before I'd be kicked out of this house and made to go get a real job. The thought was terrifying, but not as terrifying as the idea of how long I would have to wait to get a chance to be with a man like Daniel again. It was special the things he did, and it wasn't something you just went and did with anyone with the confidence they wouldn't go too far.
He’s the man I’ve been waiting for for so long. This wouldn’t have been a problem even last week. If only I’d met him sooner...
A literal one in a million man. Would I ever be able to find someone as hot as him, as knowledgeable as him, and as perfect for me ever again?
A knock was on the door. This was the fourth time today. I pulled myself up and off the bed, and headed down to answer it. It was a guy, this time with flowers.
"A delivery for Karen Van Hansen?"
I sighed. "Karen, get down here!"
At least my little sister managed to score an admirer. Good on her. The size of the bouquet told me she was definitely succeeding where I had failed.
I stepped away as my sister stormed down, bashful that more stuff had come for her. She had little to be ashamed of, unlike me.
I puttered around the house. I wondered if this pain would ever go away or would I continue to just anguish about this forever. Time heals all wounds, but time takes well, time.
The door was knocked on again. Jesus, couldn't Karen answer the door herself? "Karen! Answer the damn door."
I was almost to the refrigerator when the knocking resumed. Desire to not be an asshole won out over boredom hunger so I decided I'd answer the door for Karen. Again.
I opened it up and wasn't greeted by the same courier who I had ran into almost a dozen times by now, but instead two police officers.
"Are you Olivia Van Hansen?"
I nodded, confused. "What's the problem officers?"
They stepped behind me, grabbed me by the arms and pushed them together.
"Wait, what?"
"You're under arrest, Ms. Van Hansen."
"What did I do?"
"Indecent exposure at the Cleopatra a few days ago. An anonymous tip was sent in."
"You can't be serious. You know what happens in that place right?"
"It doesn't give you the right to break the law, you're coming with us."
The officer pushed me forward and I had no choice but to follow. All of this and now I was also being arrested? This was insane!
They kept me handcuffed the entire time. Shoving me into the car, for the long ride to the precinct, and even out of the car. No matter how much I told them I'd cooperate and work with them peacefully, they kept up the harsh treatment. It wasn't like I hurt anyone running nearly naked through the hotel. No kids could have possibly saw me because no one would bring their kids to a place like the Cleopatra.
I was sat down in a room. Cold as ice. There was one cop in dress clothes pacing around me. Besides him, there was a steel table and a glass mirror. I wondered if it was a window from the other side. I wasn't dressed for this, being in a t-shirt and sweatpants I had been wearing bumming around the house, and some sandals. I didn't look like the billion dollar princess I expected to be treated as.
Which was fair, since I wasn
't one anymore.
"Are you trying to interrogate me?" I said, squirming in my handcuffs. "You think I'm going to lead you to some huge conspiracy of streakers who only run through high class hotels?"
"Cute," the officer said with a sarcastic smile. "What you did was wrong, lady."
"I guess, but I don't see how treating me like a murderer is going to do anything?"
The door the room swung open, and I immediately glanced over to see who it was.
Daniel Carter.
I swallowed. He was well dressed, no jacket, but a tie, and he was carrying a metal briefcase. "Officer," he said, nodding his head.
"Mr. Carter, she's ready for you."
"Thank you, Officer."
The cop left the room, and closed the door behind him, leaving me in a terrifying situation.
I was alone with Daniel and I had nowhere to run to escape him.
"Olivia," he said, flatly.
"Daniel," I said, nervously.
"Do you know how hard it was to find you? I realized you never even gave me your last name. I had to hire a private investigator to find you again, trying to find the only Olivia in this city with your beautiful face, your soft hair, your luscious lips, your sexy curves..."
"I get it."
"That's what the private investigator said too."
"I didn't know if you'd be able to figure out what'd been going on with me. I was afraid you would have heard that the Van Hansens were ruined and you'd tell me to fuck off."
"Maybe I would have."
I nodded. "I didn't want you to know I was destined to be in the poor house, okay?"
He paced around behind me. "I've gathered that. So, that's what you were at the Cleopatra to do, then? Find some rich schmuck, earn his trust, make him your sugar daddy?"
"Yes, that's what I wanted to do." I answered his questions honestly, knowing that I wasn't exactly in a good place to be lying and stringing him along. "I didn't know what to do otherwise. I thought it would be someone who probably deserved something like that anyway."
"You don't think I deserve being lied to?"
"No. You didn't seem like all the other assholes who were in the bar that night."
"So you went along with me anyway, despite still having that intent?"
I nodded, not wanting to outright say it.
He took a deep breath, still pacing behind me as I sulked.
"Relationships are about both sides bringing something to table. When money is involved, one ends up supporting the other, so the other better bring something worthwhile."
"I can't bring anything," I said. "I'm broke. I'm sorry, Daniel, I didn't..."
"Olivia, tell me. Was the whole night an act? Did you just pretend to like all the things I did to you? Or were you faking it?"
He planted his hands on the table and were staring directly into my face.
"Were you, Olivia? Just all part of your plan, right?"
"No," I said, this time with a bit of firmness. "I wasn't faking that. I liked each and every single thing you did. Maybe slapping me, spanking me, torturing me felt so good because I was being bad. But I enjoyed it. I liked all the rough stuff you did to me."
Daniel didn't respond immediately. He looked away from me for a time.
Then when his eyes returned to mine, it was with a kiss.
A strong, passionate kiss.
I was overwhelmed, him running his hands through my hair pulling me back, some of that trademark roughness shining through.
"I decide if I object to being the sugar daddy in this relationship. You bring you and your wonderful body to the table."
He pushed me forward down onto the table and forced me to stand, throwing my shirt up and over my head. It fell loose, and I smiled as in my slacker ways, I wasn't wearing much of anything underneath it. Daniel proceeded to use my newly bare breasts to take them into his hand and pull me close to him. Tightly, he pressed me against him, rolling my breasts in his hands, slapping my breasts, teasing the nipples and flicking them. They were already hard from the coldness of the room, but he was warming them up real quick.
"What about all that stuff about not wanting to be loved for your money," I said, before he forced me let out a soft moan.
"You want me because I do terrible things to you, Olivia. That's enough for me." He pulled my hair, forcing my face back and shoving his tongue down my throat with such a powerful intensity. "You're the type of slut I've been looking for and I'd pay anything to have you call my name out when I abuse you."
Helplessly, I was folded across the table, the handcuffs still in place. I had a strong suspicion they wouldn't be coming off my wrists any time soon.
"You like all this, don't you? Being ravished like this? Having your breasts hit and twisted?"
I nodded enthusiastically as continued to take his frustrations out on my tits, as he slid his hands down my body to my hips.
"Look at you, dressed in easy access clothes like this," he said, pushing my sweatpants down my legs and my panties right behind. "Just waiting to be fucked at a moment's notice. That's solid slut behavior, isn't it?"
With my clothes no longer in the way, he cruelly leaped into action, those deft fingers of his sliding down my body and going between my legs.
Everything that had suddenly happened, hearing him accept my situation, well, they were a load off of my shoulders. It was a rush to realize that after all my woe and worry, that I was going to get to have Daniel do things to me again.
And he was going to do those things to me right in that interrogation room.
He pressed his fingers against my pussy lips, and slipped them in again. "Already dripping wet for me too. You just love driving the point home of how much of a slut you are, don't you Olivia?"
"I'm your slut," I murmured right before he thrust his fingers into my pussy.
God, he was at it again. Pumping his fingers in and out of me like a machine. I couldn't stop him, not like I would want to anyway. I was immediately cooing and moaning for him as he manipulated by nub and used it against me, causing me to squirm on that cold steel table.
The handcuffs added a whole new dimension to it. I was literally just a torso he could do anything he wanted with, and he was choosing to fingerfuck me like this. He was building me up higher and higher, fingerfucking me even faster. I was screaming out for him as I wiggled the little ways I could in my predicament.
He slapped my ass, the sound echoing through the room as he did so. Daniel was going to continue to find new and creative ways to torture me and bring me to even greater heights. How on earth was I suppose to cope with all of this?
"You like this don't you. A filthy gold digger who just wants to cum everywhere, even in a police station?"
Daniel never stopped pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy and over my nub. I was curling into him as he did so, nodding furiously, agreeing with every word that he said. The energy inside me was rising so fast and so suddenly that there was no way I was going to last much longer with the way he was using me and abusing me.
I moaned and I screamed out his name, giving him everything that he wanted as he gave me everything I wanted – a strong burst of bliss shuddering through my body. Limply, I fell forward, but I knew that he wasn't going to leave me only with a fierce fingering.
"That's not enough for you, is it? You want more, don't you slut?"
Limply laying on the table, I watched as he undid his dress pants, pulling them down around his thighs and letting his erect cock shoot out, so very close to my face.
"Suck on it. Like the dirty slut you are, Olivia."
I nodded, sticking out my tongue and licking it, urging him to bring it closer to I could do exactly what he was asking of me.
Arms still bound, he shoved his cock into my mouth, and I licked him as he did so. Grabbing my hair, he didn't waste much time before fucking my face, and there was little I could do to stop him, only heightening the adrenaline rush from being treated like this – and feeling so bad f
or enjoying that I was being treated like this.
There was nothing I could do but sit back and take the abuse he was delivering to me. Every thrust of his cock, every forceful inch of his flesh as it passed my lips. I just embraced my own defilement as he fucked my face, and felt his rod only get harder as he continued to use and abuse me so roughly. So rough with my hair, all I was for him at that moment was a set of lips and a tongue.
Degradation had never been such a rush for me, but Daniel was making it so.
I could hear his grunts as his cock shuddered with the intense pleasure I was clearly giving him with only mouth and him fucking it.
"No, slut," he said, stopping, halting his cruel assault on my face. "You want my cum somewhere else, don't you?"
He stroked his as he walked behind me, as I was still bent over the table. He went to my pussy, rubbing it, it still sore from the sudden orgasm he had delivered to it moments before. His dick was perched outside my nether lips.
"This is what you want, right, slut? My naked, unprotected cock inside of you, nothing between it and your young, fertile pussy?"
I nodded, not fully understanding the subtexts of his words. God, I really was the slut he was accusing me of being.
He thrust inside me, and the first penetration after being denied him for so long was almost an orgasm in itself. He wasted no time putting his hands on my shoulders and making sure he was fucking me as deep as he possibly could with each and every thrust.
Daniel pulled me closer, his hands shifting down to my breast, twisting them, and spiking a competing jolt through me as he he kept up his rhythm. I called out with a moan, which he responded to by making his rhythm even faster.
"This is all you wanted, really. A guy fucking you unprotected. You want me to impregnate you right here in this interrogation room, don't you?"
I kept nodding. I think I would have admitted to murder if it kept him going. Everything he was doing was building up to something intense, something so much stronger than what I've felt before.
There was something different about the way Daniel was fucking me this time. Did my actions incite some true anger in him? They probably did. He was a rational individual though, so he didn't let it dominate him. Maybe that's why he was drawn to this sort of thing so much. Anger doesn't go away, so he channels it into sex.
