by R. R. Banks
A King-sized bed sat against the far wall, a large balcony off to the left, and a leather armchair off to the right.
“What exactly am I going to be doing?” I asked, leery of the answer. He walked to the center of the room and turned to face me, crossing his arms.
“I think it’s time.”
“Excuse me?” I couldn’t believe my own ears. Was he for real? I read about these things, but that was fictional. Hot. This was reality. And fucking unbelievable.
“Jane, I can make you feel things you could never even fathom. Things you have never felt before.”
“Um…” I was speechless. Not a word or anything would come to mind.
“Come here,” he demanded. I took a deep breath and slowly walked over, stopping in front of him. He lifted his hand, running it through my long locks. It sent shivers racing down my spine. I leaned into his touch like an idiot. Curiosity kept me rooted to the hardwood floor as he yanked my head to the side.
His teeth sank into my neck. His moans against my skin sent a rippling flame of desire burning my insides to charred bits.
Focus on anything except the feeling he evoked within went right out the window. Drowning in sensation, never to resurface again, I clung to him as he kept sucking along my skin, making me feel things I didn't understand.
“Stop,” I breathed.
Shock crossed his chiseled face as if no one had ever told him to stop before. Which, with the way he carried himself, and the muscles I knew had to be hiding under his button-down shirt, I didn’t doubt he’d ever heard the word no before.
“You don’t want to clear his debt?” His voice held control, all of which I had lost long ago.
My mind was at war with itself. I was tempted to let him touch me like I imagined him doing in my dreams. But, something about this was so very, very wrong.
He touched my neck where, moments earlier, his mouth had been. It felt good. I didn’t want him to stop.
Doing this for all the right reasons, and wanting to do it wasn’t bad, was it? I tried to rationalize my need for him. My wanting to say yes to him.
He dropped his hand lower.
“Give into me, Jane. I can make you feel so good.” His long fingers cupped my breast through my shirt, and I lost my breath.
My head fell back, eyes closing, wanting him so much more. “Yes.” I didn’t realize I had even agreed until his thumb rubbed over my pebbled nipple pressing against the fabric of my shirt.
“Good girl.”
My eyes snapped open and watched as his hand continued to play with my breast. Squeezing my nipple. I felt so tiny in his large, rough hands.
I was doing this. I agreed to be his sex slave to pay off my father’s debt. And I was happy about it. Scratch that. I was needy for it.
He dropped his hand and moved to the armchair. Watching him unbutton a few of his buttons, I stalled before moving closer.
“Jane, I want you to dance for me.”
My body froze. Dance? “There’s no music playing.”
He grabbed a remote from the table beside the chair and flicked on some soft, sexy music. “Now, dance for me.”
I swayed my hips from side to side. I wasn’t too sure exactly what he had in mind. Years of ballet came to life as I moved along the floor.
It felt so real, imagining myself lost in the mix of dance recitals and competitions.
I almost forgot where I was until I felt a hand wrap around my waist. I didn’t open my eyes. He pulled me flush against his hard body and rocked into me. He was taller than me, and the way he dominated me turned me on more.
He moved us together as his hands dropped lower down my backside. I could feel his hard-on press into my stomach on each grind of his hips. It felt huge.
He lowered his head, leaning in close to my ear. “You’re beautiful, Jane.”
My pulse thrummed beneath my heated skin. “Thank you,” I whispered.
His hand lifted my chin to meet his eyes. “Are you ready to pay your father’s debt now?”
I swallowed. More like gulped. My mouth ran dry as my hands shook. “I think so.”
“I’ll be gentle,” He inched his mouth closer. “at first.”
His mouth devoured mine. God, he tasted so good. His tongue took over my mouth, searching for something only I could give him.
My scalp tingled as his hands plunged through my hair. His fingers grabbed, clasped, and threaded each strand. Any ounce of reserve slipped away when he moaned into my mouth.
He stepped me back toward his huge bed, and I couldn’t believe this was really happening.
My lack of experience weighed heavily on my mind. I broke the kiss. “John, I’m not sure what to do.”
“I’ll show you exactly what I want.”
He pushed me onto the bed. My breath caught as his face glistened in the moonlight.
A muscle ticked in his chiseled jaw as he unbuttoned the remaining few buttons on his shirt. As soon as the white material fell from his body, my breath caught. I knew he had to have muscles, he worked out everyday, but I wasn’t expecting the ink. It was hard to find an area not covered in tattoos. My eyes couldn’t take it all in at once.
He moved his hand, unzipping his pants and letting them join his shirt on the floor.
His strong manhood filled every inch of his black boxer-briefs. He palmed it in his big hand and rubbed along it.
I swallowed. My eyes watched his movements.
His thumbs eased both sides down, and then, there it was. My eyes widened at his size. Huge, thick. It was scary at first wondering if he would fit. I tried to swallow again, but my mouth was dry. He fisted his dick as his eyes met mine. He licked his lips, and I lie there unsure of what to do.
“Come here,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
I stood from the bed. He pointed to the floor, and I knew what he wanted. “On your knees.”
I knelt before him. I had never done this before. Never sucked a man’s dick.
He noticed my hesitation and smiled.
My heart hammered an unsteady rhythm. The room was quiet. I was sure he could hear the blood pumping through my veins.
He lifted my chin with his fingers. “Eyes on me, Jane.” He brought the tip of his dick and rubbed it along my cheek, his precum smearing along my flushed skin.
He ran it over my lips. “Open and suck.”
I licked my lips and then brought his full shaft inside my mouth. His salty skin mixed with my saliva as I sucked along it. I could do this. He moaned and it ignited my confidence. I licked along his shaft, circling my tongue around the head.
I wanted to please him. Hear him moan again. It was my sole mission in that moment.
“That’s it, Jane.” His voice was husky as he looked down at me. “You’re such a good little girl.”
Glancing up at him briefly, I continued on.
Hands fisted my hair. His eyes slammed shut, and he groaned loud and strong.
My insides melted. A deep yearning took over. I wanted so much more with him, and the thought terrified me.
His groans became louder. He took over and he fucked my mouth. “I own this mouth.”
His pulsing cock pumped and dragged along my tongue. Wetness coated my panties, and I had the urge to thrust my fingers into my pussy.
“Take this cock deep down your throat. Jane, you’ll be my undoing,” he murmured as he pulled his throbbing flesh from my mouth.
My eyes rose along with my body.
“On the bed,” he instructed.
He yanked my clothing off before I was situated on the bed. He grabbed a condom and covered himself.
His eyes met mine and for a second he graced me with a small smile that appeared like something real.
I groaned as his dick pushed its way into my small opening. He went slow at first, filling me to the brim. Our eyes collided with each other as he remained on top of me with my legs wrapped around him.
“Ah, god, you’re pussy is so hot.” He pushed in harde
r as I squeezed my eyes shut.
The feeling of his largeness inside me felt good as he rocked back and forth. My insides heated. An orgasm was near, and I wanted to keep his tattooed body on top of mine all night. “Don’t stop,” I cried out into the night.
His body pulsed as he kept his eyes glued on mine.
Reaching his fingers down in between my legs, he rubbed at my clit. I came falling down all around him as white lights lit up my closed eyelids.
He followed behind after a few more thrusts, his body jerking out his orgasm.
Chapter Five
After the sex, he moved to throw away the condom and came back with a warm washcloth to clean me up.
I sat up and wondered what to do next.
“You need your sleep,” he said.
“Is the debt paid now?”
He laughed, leaning in closer. “Not yet.”
Not yet. I felt myself wanting him to claim me many more times.
I rose from the bed, grabbing my clothing off the floor.
“Before you leave, come here,” he demanded.
“Yes.” I faced him. We were centimeters apart. My ears rang in the silence of his stare.
He ran his hand along my cheek. “Tomorrow, you’ll see how much I truly own you.”
I swallowed and with wide eyes left the room.
Back in the confines of my own bedroom, I tried to still my body’s reaction to him. He was gorgeous in a controlled way. His dominance frightened me and left me unsure of his next action.
Tomorrow he would own me.
***
The next day, I kept waiting for John to return from a business meeting he had to attend. Later in the evening, he stepped through the front door. “Jane, get dressed.” He held a garment box in his hands and lifted his eyes to meet mine.
I stepped forward and opened the bag to find a beautiful satin, red dress inside. “Where are we going?”
“The gala. Now, hurry. Don’t make me wait.”
I grabbed the box from his hands and turned toward the marble staircase. He had a small bag with him with shoes and accessories.
The dress fit like a glove, hugging my curves and accentuating my breasts perfectly.
I ran my fingers through my hair and slipped into the satin, black high-heels. As I was putting on the finishing touches of my makeup, the door swung open.
“Are you rea…oh,” John said as he lost his breath.
I spun around, running my shaky hands down my dress. “Do I look okay?”
“Jane, you look absolutely fuckworthy.”
I smiled at his choice of words as he stepped closer. “Where are we going?” I asked again.
He stood before me and gripped one hand in my hair. “Let's go.”
A black car waited for us when we stepped outside. A driver, John introduced as Phillipe, opened the door and ushered us in the back seat.
We flew down the road, and my nerves were all over the place. How much did he trust me not to scream when we were in public?
Although, screaming in public wouldn’t help out my father’s money issues. Who knew what John would do if he didn’t have me as collateral.
“What if I scream in public?” I asked, meekly.
He leaned closer, eyes blazing into mine. “Oh, I plan to make you scream in public, Jane.”
He stuck out his tongue, licking the side of my face.
Unable to meet his gaze, I stared out the window.
A while later, the driver pulled up to a nondescript brick building. We were far from the city limits, and I inhaled a deep breath.
“Where are we?”
The door opened and John exited. “You’ll see,” he said, grabbing my hand.
The wind blew my long tousled hair around my face as I glanced around.
Huge globed lights danced along the building of an art gallery.
John nodded his head to the bouncer as he ushered me inside.
With John’s hand on the small of my back, he led me past people drinking champagne and laughing over stories.
I felt a little out of my element, but John smiled at me, easing my tension.
John led me to the dance floor and placed a hand on my hip.
We moved slowly at first, just really swaying into each other. Then, he swirled me around the place and all eyes were on us.
I felt like a princess at the ball.
John held me close, his hand slipping down my backside slowly.
“I need you, Jane,” he whispered.
I glanced around at all the high-society people. This was an elite event.
John wanted me, but surely not here. Not in this lavish art gallery turned ballroom for the event.
He spun me toward the edge of the dance floor.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“For what?” I asked with wide eyes.
“This.” He stopped dancing and took my hand tightly in his and led me through a set of double doors. He smiled to a few passerbys, and then up a staircase.
“Through here,” he said, leading me down a dark hallway.
He led me further up and up.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” And then I did see.
A beautifully wrapped door stood at the end of the hall, and when he pushed it open I glanced around.
“What is this?”
“It’s my hide-a-way.”
A huge sleigh bed sat in the center of the room with maroon and dark blue pillows littered all over.
I couldn’t believe he had a place like this.
He scooped my hair off the back of my neck, and sank his teeth in. “I need you.”
My insides heated up, and I clenched my thighs together. The urge to feel him again overcame me.
He led me to the bed, and began removing his clothes.
“Take off your dress, slowly,” he whispered-growled at me.
My eyes never left his as I did as he commanded.
“Lie on the bed.”
I did as he said, feeling the nerves and anticipation wash over my skin.
He climbed the bed, and then climbed me. Hovering over my lips, he kissed a trail from my mouth down to my breasts.
He sucked each nipple into his mouth, slowly and carefully.
He pumped his massive length in his hand, smiling at me with a gleam in his eye.
John wrapped his dick in a condom and flipped me over. “On your knees, Jane.”
I complied with every demand he ordered. My body came alive with excitement at the thought of him inside me. It was all I dreamt about at night.
And right now the only thing on my mind was his strong dick waiting at my entrance.
He rubbed it along my center before pushing inside. “Oh, fuck,” he said as he stalled deep inside me. “Your pussy is so tight.” He slapped my ass, spreading my cheeks to allow himself to dig deeper into me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Handle this cock, Jane.” He filled me up more and the slight tinge of pain mixed with the pleasure of having him ignited deep within me.
On my hands and knees he started moving back and forth, screwing me into oblivion.
His hand reached around and held onto my breast, squeezing the nipple between his finger. “Damn, you feel so good.” John kept pushing, fondling both breasts with both hands.
“I own you.”
Hearing him stake claim on me turned me on.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “I’m yours to do as you want.”
“Fuck right, you are.” He removed his hands from my breast and slapped my ass. Hard.
The sting of it felt good with the rapid thrusting of his cock inside me. My body climbed.
In another instant he flipped me over, his stare pinning me to the bed.
John repositioned our bodies to where my head dangled very close to the edge of the bed.
“That’s right, come all over me.”
My inner core tightened as John squeezed my clit with both finger
s. “Come, Jane.”
I let loose and an orgasm slammed through me, igniting and dulling my senses all at once.
John kept pushing, stringing a long strand of curse words together before his bliss hit him.
As soon as John had come down from his orgasm, he held me close, whispering, “What are you doing to me?”
Chapter Six
For a week after the gala, everything was tense. Short sentences, quick glares, and a hurried stuffing of food in our mouths. After the dinners, John would exit as swiftly as he entered the room.
One evening, I stepped into the dining room, and John wasn’t there. The food was on the table, and I took my usual seat and ate alone. After dinner, I curled up on the couch to watch a movie.
Just as my eyes started feeling heaving, John slammed the door open. His dark hair, normally so perfect, was an unruly mess as if he’d run his hands through it a million times.
“John, are you okay?”
“No.” His expression was pained, his brow furrowing.
“Why?” He staggered over to the couch. “Are you drunk?”
“Maybe a little.” He trailed his thumb under my chin and I rose from my seat. “I needed to burn off some steam.”
The electrical current between us lit my pulse with fire.
“Well, have a good night.” I scooted around him and he grabbed my wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going? You don’t want to cuddle on the couch?” he sneered. “Isn’t that what you want? For me to fall under your spell and forget your father owes me more money than you’ll probably see in your lifetime?”
My spine stiffened and he jerked me in closer. My chest hit his. He trailed a finger down my cheek and across my lips. “So pretty. But are you five hundred million dollars pretty?”
Oh fuck. My mouth fell open. Five hundred million dollars? I couldn’t comprehend that kind of money and how would my father ever repay it? “Now do you understand?” he asked.
“No,” I said, pushing against his chest to get away from him. His hold on me tightened, his arm wrapping around my waist.
He leaned in closer to brush his lips across mine. He tasted like whiskey.
