“Not one bit. Do you know why?”
“Because…it would look better on the floor,” I say bravely.
That elicits another dark laugh from Lucas. He raises his cunt-soaked fingers to my mouth and I part my lips to suck on them. I just fucking do it. He doesn’t even have to ask.
“Good guess,” Lucas says, “But no. The problem with this outfit, Sofie, is that you’re letting that slutty little brain of yours take control of you. It’s too fucking cold to be prancing around in shorts and a thin little t-shirt. I don’t give a damn what a treat you look like in it. You need to take better care of yourself, baby girl.”
I stop sucking on his fingers mid-lick.
I mean, he’s right. Don’t get me wrong. Lucas is completely correct here. My dumb ass should have at least thought to grab a coat on my way out the door.
But at the same time, it feels like he’s getting at something here.
I just haven’t figured out what it is yet.
“Keep sucking,” Lucas commands.
Greedily, I obey.
“You’re mine, Sofie. Isn’t that right?”
I nod my head, making tiny noises of agreement as I suck my honey off his fingers. I want this man’s cock so bad right now, I’d agree to pretty much anything. Hell, I would sell myself to him all over again if he would just put his fingers back inside me.
Or his tongue.
Or, best of all, all 12 inches of his throbbing man meat.
“Then you should know that I take good care of my things,” Lucas says.
His hand has resumed to petting me. It feels fucking divine. I could get used to being one of Lucas’ things. Being taken care of sounds perfect right now, honestly, even if I’m not thinking straight from anticipation of the pleasure he can give me.
If only he would just take care of the one part of me that needs it most…
“And when my things refuse to take care of themselves,” Lucas says with a light little laugh. “Well, Sofie, there’s only one thing left to do.”
Make me come. Oh God. Pleeeeease let it be making me come.
Lucas takes his fingers away from my mouth and I’m so certain that he’s going to use them on my clit again. Or shove them into my pussy. I would even take it up the ass right now. I just need something. Anything. Anything at all, as long as it’s Lucas’ hands on my body and an orgasm at the end of it.
Instead, faster than I can react, Lucas flips me over and my whole world spins. When it stops, I’m face down across his lap with my ass in the air.
“Punish you,” Lucas growls.
Then his stiff fingers, still wet from my pussy and my mouth, come down on my ass.
Where just a second ago, my world was all wrapped up in pleasure, now it’s exploding with pain. I can’t think. I can’t tell him no. All I can do is feel it: sharp, hot pain.
It feels like he’s left a burning pink hand print where his palm fell. I imagine it standing out against my pale skin. Like I’ve been branded. It hurts so much, for a second I want to cry.
But then, something else happens. I haven’t been studying Biology for nothing. I know how the human body reacts to pain.
First, Lucas spanks me, and then the endorphins kick in.
It’s better than a long, hard run. Better than blasting through a high-intensity work out at the gym. It’s almost even as good as orgasm, the way my pussy burns hot pink to match the hand print. The way it throbs at the sensation of Lucas spanking me.
In less than a second, I go from being on the verge of tears to being on the verge of orgasm. I’ve never felt anything like it in my entire life.
Well…almost. Once. But it wasn’t like this…not quite. Not at all.
Lucas smooths his hand over the place where he spanked me. It’s like he washes the little sting of pain that remained there away as he does it.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asks, resuming his petting once more.
I can feel his cock throb against my stomach as I admit it.
“Yes,” I tell him. “It’s just…”
“Shh. Don’t think, Sofie. Just feel it.”
And then it happens again. Without warning. So quick, I can’t even brace myself for impact.
SMACK!
Now my other ass cheek has erupted in a handprint-shaped set of flames. And just like last time, the fire burning where his hand fell quickly shifts to my cunt. Desire burns right along with it. I need to feel his touch.
But Lucas only touches the places that he’s hurt me. He strokes the curves of my ass, shushing me and easing the pain away. He erases it after each smack, rubbing the pain so he’s like working with a blank canvas. He wants the next smack to be just as sharp and clear in my mind as the first.
He knows what he’s doing, I realize.
SMACK!
I shudder on impact.
He knows exactly how to make me squirm.
SMACK!
“Good girl, Sofie,” he purrs over me. “Take it. Take your punishment like the good little slut you are.”
SMACK!
He knows how to use my body like it’s a plaything. Like a pleasure toy made just for him.
SMACK!
I bite my lip, trying not to cry out and failing.
If he doesn’t touch me soon…I don’t know what I’ll do.
Maybe beg. Maybe cry. I’ve never been this desperate before.
SMACK!
Maybe fall apart completely.
With every blow, my cunt is getting hotter. Wetter. More desperately in need of release.
I feel his hand rise once more, and I know. I have a split second before he brings it down on me again, and I won’t be able to handle it.
“Stop!” I cry out, twisting and turning on his lap.
I feel his cock thrust against my stomach, throbbing harder than ever. But Lucas’ hand doesn’t fall again.
Mercy.
“Sofie,” he says. There’s concern in his voice. “Are you okay?”
I bite my lip even harder, sniffling. Oh, fuck. I think I’m actually on the verge of tears.
“Sofie.” Lucas shifts me back upright, sitting me on his thigh and smoothing my hair away from my face. “Did I hurt you? Talk to me, honey. What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing,” I blubber. “It’s just…”
Lucas pulls me against his chest, which is now easily the most comfortable thing in the world.
“Tell me. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
I try to fight it. Really, I do. Do you think I want to be that girl who cries during sex? Fuck no!
But there are some things that you just can’t fight.
Wanting Lucas’ dick.
Needing to come.
And, apparently, crying in his arms after he spanks me.
“It’s Greg,” I sob against his chest. “He…the last time I was spanked like this, he was the one doing it.”
I hear a low, dark growl in Lucas’ throat at the mere mention of my ex’s name.
“Did he hurt you?”
“No…well, only a little,” I admit. “It’s just…you’re so strong, Lucas. And the spanking was so intense…”
“You were close to coming,” he says, holding my face against the lapel of his jacket. The fabric is deliciously soft. I just feel bad about staining it with my tear-streaked cheek. “I wanted to make you…”
“I wanted it too,” I reassure him. “I just got…scared. The last time, with Greg…”
“He didn’t fucking take care of you right.”
“He took a business call halfway through,” I say sheepishly. It’s embarrassing to admit it, but I know that’s what’s set me off. “Left me in that weird place where I need to be touched and fucked and used…”
Lucas kisses my forehead hard. It’s somehow comforting and sexy all at once.
“From what I’ve seen of Greg, he’s a fucking idiot. No man in his right mind would step away from a gorgeous woman like you and leave you in that state. Not for a
fucking business call. Not even for goddamn nuclear war.”
“He’s no man,” I say bitterly. I’ve said those words a dozen times since I finally broke it off with that asshole. Now, I really mean them.
“No, he’s not, baby doll,” Lucas reassures me. “But I am.”
He shifts me again, picking up my body like I’m light as a feather and settling on his lap, facing him. My thighs hug his hips while his hands run down my spine.
“And you’re still my good little slut, aren’t you?”
His fingertips tease at the hem of my t-shirt. I take a deep breath.
“I am.”
The shirt rises up over my head. Then, as promised, all I’m wearing is my stupid hat.
“And you know what good sluts get, don’t you?”
I nod, eagerly. My tear-filled eyes are smiling now. Just like that, Lucas had turned my entire mood around.
“Tell me.”
“They get rewards,” I say, repeating his own words from earlier back at them.
“That’s right.” Lucas leans back, stretching his arms across the limo’s back seat. “Take whatever you want, then.”
I’ve never scrambled to get at a man’s dick so fast in my whole fucking life.
The problem with Lucas right now is that he’s actually too fucking hard. Beneath that cocky look on his face as I claw at his slacks is the same longing I felt when he was spanking me. He’s simply doing a good job hiding it. Better than I did.
But he wants me just as bad as I want him. I can fucking tell.
I get his belt undone. I even manage to pop the button on his slacks. But Lucas’ cock is huge. I hope you haven’t forgotten that much, because I sure as hell haven’t. And when he’s hard like this…it puts a certain strain on his zipper as his cock bulges against it.
It’s the real reason that rich men with huge dicks wear designer suits: anything less than top-of-the-line quality, and when they get a hot young thing like me on their laps, they’d rip right through.
I have to jiggle the zipper. I pray to it. I fucking curse at it and yank on it, using Lucas’ shoulder as leverage as I put every ounce of my strength behind unzipping these goddamn pants.
In the end, I have to drop to my knees and use my teeth. Like a wild, starving animal. Exactly like that.
I tear that zipper down with my teeth, and I’m rewarded by Lucas’ cock being unleashed right next to my face.
It’s like Lucas’ dick has a mind of its own. It forces its way through the opening of his boxers, pushing the rich burgundy fabric aside to bounce against my lips.
It hits them hard. Demandingly. And I don’t waste any time giving it exactly what it wants.
I cover his cock in kisses, making every single one of them count. I kiss his cock head. Up and down and up and down the shaft. I bury my face in his balls, laying tiny kisses on them before I work my way back up to his tip again.
He’s so stiff, I think he must be lightheaded by this moment. All of the blood in his body is racing towards his cock, making it bigger and thicker and harder with every passing second.
“Suck it,” Lucas rasps.
I don’t waste any time as I comply.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lucas’ fingers twitch against the leather of the back seat. My mouth hovers over the tip of his cock for just a second, and I see him grab onto the edge of the seat in desperation.
Lucas is stoic. Manly. But even a man like him has his limits. He wants my mouth. He wants it bad.
So I give it to him.
My lips press against the tip in a final kiss. I smear the pearl of precum gathering there across my mouth like lip balm and use it as lube while I take him into my mouth.
His dick throbs against my tongue upon entry. I’ve never met a penis so fucking bossy before. It’s like his cock is urging me to take more of him—more and more and more—and there’s no pretending that I don’t want the same.
I suck Lucas off like I was made for it. With my lips around his massive, thick shaft, I’m not a woman anymore. I’m a blow-up doll with my mouth gaping open, taking his cock as deep into my throat as my gag reflex will allow.
I choke on him. That makes my pussy go wild. Suddenly, I’m faced with a massive decision. Do I keep trying to force him down my throat, or do I let my pussy have what it so desperately desires?
Lucas is leaning back, his eyes closed, his lips curling in a gorgeous snarl. He’s letting me take the reins for once—which, knowing him, must be driving him fucking insane.
It makes me feel powerful, having control over his perfect dick like this. Just as powerful and I was powerless only minutes before when he had me across his knee.
“Sofie,” Lucas says through his teeth.
“Mmph?” I say, gagging on his cock once more.
“Get your sexy little ass up here and ride me,” he commands. “Before you make me lose my fucking mind.”
And like, fuck. There’s no saying no to that. It’s Bad Sofie all the way from here on out.
Lucas wanted a slut, and now he’s getting one. Hearing him order me onto his cock like that…it does something to me that I’ve never experienced before.
I’ve been attracted to men. I’ve wanted dick and balls and cum. But this is more than just wanting. This is complete, mind-shattering, full-body need.
I hop up onto his dick like the world is ending and it’s the last ride off the planet. One second, I’m positioning myself over his stiff, throbbing tip. The next, I’m fucking impaling myself on it.
I know I’ve had him before so I’m able to prepare myself for how big he is. But Lucas still stretches me out. I’m tight, but gravity and necessity allow him to fit.
It helps that he’s made me so fucking wet. Every time I force myself down on him, my pussy lips kiss his boxers, leaving wet, sticky lip prints where they press up against him.
Every time I slide back up the length of his shaft, I coat him with an even wetter smear of my honey. Allowing him to sink even deeper inside me the next time. And the next. And the next.
“Come for me, Sofie,” Lucas growls.
His fingers dig into the meat of my ass, taking over. Now, instead of bouncing up and down on his dick, I’m being raised and lowered onto it. Like an actual fucking sex toy. Like something that he’s bought to use for his pleasure. The very thought turns me on even more.
“Come for me,” he commands again.
My breath hitches in my chest as the thought hits me. Maybe that was why Eli and Oliver and Lucas bid on me all along.
Lucas can hypnotize me with just his voice. Eli can make me beg and cry and moan. I still remember the taste of Oliver’s cock in my mouth while all three of them were inside me, making me feel more than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
Maybe they bought me because they knew that they could do this to me. Drive me crazy. Make me wild. Force me to need them.
Maybe they wanted to turn the good girl they saw orgasming on stage at that charity auction into the little slut they knew she really was deep inside.
“Sofie,” Lucas snarls. “Come for me, dammit! Come!”
He smacks my ass, and I feel the jolt of pain from earlier. But then my pussy clamps down on his cock harder than ever, and it sends me right over the edge.
This time, I take what I want. And my body is overcome with one strong desire: to come really fucking hard.
Lucas
Sofie comes for me like a bobblehead doll on a spaceship Launchpad during take-off. She whines and moans and gasps as she spasms around my cock.
Her whole fucking body shakes like she's trying to pass through from one dimension into another. From the look in her eyes, you'd think maybe she already has. They're scrunched closed at first, like if she opens them up she's going to be blinded by the light of how fucking hard she's orgasming for me.
But then I grab her hair and pull her head back.
"Sofie. Look at me. Look at me while you come."
Her eyes pop open like
a child's on Christmas morning. They're glazed over and totally in a daze when her gaze meets mine. Yeah. I've fucked this girl straight into a completely different dimension and I know it. Now, her world is made of pleasure and pleasure alone.
Which is exactly where I want her.
As for me? I jackhammer away at Sofie's sweet cunt until I'm letting my seed loose into her womb like a champagne bottle shaken up and freshly uncorked.
She's so tight around me that it seems impossible that any of it could spill out, but somehow, I've pumped her so full that she can't help it. As Sofie settles against me, collapsing into my chest, she's still shaking. All that spilled cum just creams against her hot little pussy lips.
"Wow," Sofie says. "That was just…wow."
"You know," I tease, "you're usually a little more verbose than this, darlin'."
"Shh," Sofie giggles. Her fingers curl around my lapels as she rests her body against mine. "Your fault."
We stay like that for maybe longer than we should. I know we're already breaking at least one seat belt law, anyway. But what's the point of having a stretch limousine if you're not going to fuck in the back of it? No point at all, if you ask me.
In lieu of a seat belt, I take the liberty of wrapping my arms around Sofie's trembling body. She's so damn small and delicate, it's like holding onto a palm tree in a hurricane. But slowly, I feel her matching her ragged breaths to my slow, steady ones. Our heart beats sync up. My hands smooth over her bare skin.
As we roll up to the private helipad just off the East River, I'm looking forward to showing her what I've got in store for her next. But at the same time, it's not easy to ease off Sofie's body from mine.
No matter how big her smile is as my cock slips out of her pussy or how fucking cute her messy curls look beneath that big, ugly ear flap hat she still has on.
I'm tempted to tell her to get out of the limo just like that. Naked, glowing with orgasm, clad in only her ushanka and her Ugg’s. A cruel part of me wants to watch her hug her arms around her shivering body and see the gusts of wind from the helicopters blades turn her skin to goose flesh as she jogs to my helicopter.
Instead, I pull a package from Macy's out from beneath the seat and push it towards her. She squeals in delight at the pretty red dress she finds inside it, pulling it over her head in an instant. It looks silly as hell with her hat and her boots, but it fits her like a glove.
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