by Melinda Minx
Ever since then, I’d imagine it being different. I’d imagine a man exactly like Dr. Leeds—or in this case, Rock—asserting total dominance and giving me everything all at once. I wanted someone to feel just as uneasy and unsure as I did back then, but to be taken so fast and hard that I didn’t even know if I really wanted it. I want that feeling of the rollercoaster slowly cranking up the first hill, gaining altitude. I want to feel terrified and unsure—almost regretting getting into it—but then as soon as I drop down that first hill, I know just how badly I needed it.
A few people pass by as we wait for the elevator, and they glare at Rock.
Jesus, they think I’m a prostitute. I realize it when they look me in the eyes. It’s a mix of pity and disapproval. Rock just grins at them and holds me tighter against his body.
As soon as the elevator arrives, the doors open and we step in.
“Why’d they look at us like that?” I ask.
“Sweetie,” he says. “You don’t even wanna know.”
He takes me by the hand down the hallway, and he slides his keycard into the panel on the door. The light turns green, and I hear the lock disengage. He opens the door and pushes me in.
He comes in behind me, shutting the door behind us.
“Now the hardest part is over,” he says.
“The hardest part?” I ask.
“Building up the courage to come here with me,” he says. “Now you can just lay back and let me take charge.”
My heart is pounding. We’ve both gotten into our character so deep that it feels real. I was looking forward to tonight, but I never thought it would feel this real. I knew it would be fun at least, but I never dared to think it would feel as if we’d become two different people entirely.
And deep down, in the back of my mind, I realize that this intense fantasy is helping me forget that I’m pregnant. That as soon as I tell Dr. Leeds, it’s all over.
“I could still leave,” I say, looking at the door behind him.
He smiles and pulls off his jacket. He throws the jacket over his shoulder, revealing his bulging biceps. “You’d have to get through me.”
“So you’ll hold me here against my will?” I ask, my voice catching in my throat.
“Will is a funny thing,” he says. “If you didn’t want it, would you have come here with me?”
“If I wanted it,” I say, “would I go past you and walk out the door?”
He steps back, blocking the door. “I think you’d regret walking out as soon as the door shut behind you.”
“I’d regret it?” I ask.
“Yep,” he says, crossing his arms. “In about two seconds. You’d have all the adrenaline flowing through your veins…”
He reaches out and takes my wrist. He puts his thumb against the veins of my inner forearm. I feel my pulse slamming against his strong hand.
“Then you’d be alone in that cold hallway. You’d go home alone, and you’d start fantasizing about a guy like me...probably you’d chase out another chance. Maybe not me, but some other guy like me, but it would never be the same as if you’d just stayed right here all along.”
I look up at him with wide eyes. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but it’s almost like what Dr. Leeds did back at Oxford. Is he saying he regretted walking away from me? Is he trying to tell me that, or is he just talking out of his ass right now, saying what he needs to keep Betsy-Sue in this hotel room?
“Maybe I’ll have a drink,” I say. “Water, I mean. You probably were thinking I meant whiskey.”
He laughs. “Water it is, whatever you have to do to keep yourself from walking out that door.”
He pops open a bottle and grabs one of the glasses on the table. “Did you want ice?”
I nod.
He scoops some ice out of the ice bucket, and it clinks into the glass. He pours from the bottle, and I hear the cubes crack as the room temperature water hits them. Everything sounds louder than normal; my ears are burning as if I was embarrassed.
I start to sip at the water, and just as I begin swallowing, he asks, “So, you’ve never really fucked before?’
I spit up a bit of the water and look at him with my mouth agape. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t act all offended,” he says undoing his belt. “You already told me, I just was wondering if you’ve done anything. You’re totally pure?”
“Nothing,” I whisper. “I kissed you. That’s all.”
He whistles and shakes his head as if it’s too good to be true. Technically, it is. It’s not like I’m really a virgin, we’re just pretending I am, but who knew both of us were Hollywood-calibre actors?
“I was your first kiss, huh?” he asks. “I’m into some freaky shit, Betsy-Sue, and it will all be a bit much for your first time.”
I chug down the rest of the water, and I feel the cold go down into my stomach. “Maybe we can just kiss again.”
And he’s on me in an instant. He lifts me up and pulls me against him. Our tongues press together and my legs wrap around his waist as he draws me up against him with his strong arms. I don’t know if Betsy-Sue would really wrap her legs around him like I am, but it’s not like there was anywhere else for them to go, so hell, maybe she would?
I dig my fingers into Dr. Leeds’ back, and his fingers inch down toward my ass.
I tighten my thighs around him, and suddenly I feel increased pressure around my back. There’s a loud ripping sound, and suddenly the pressure is gone.
Dr. Leeds lets go of me and lowers me down. He starts laughing.
I pull at my dress and see that it’s torn in three or four places. The windows stretched out, and the fabric between them wasn’t strong enough to hold.
I let the dress drop back down, and Dr. Leeds cranes his neck to see. “Nice thong.”
I spin back around and look at him with burning red cheeks. “Don’t look!”
“Now I guess you really can’t leave, unless you want everyone to see that fine ass of yours more than they already could.”
I have no idea what I will wear in the morning when I leave the hotel. I hadn’t planned that far ahead. Tomorrow morning feels like a century away anyway; all that matters to me right now is tonight.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Rock says, grabbing me forcefully by both of my arms.
He shoves me forward until I’m pressed right up against the wall. I feel myself dripping wet as he pins me up against the hotel’s cheap wallpaper.
“Please,” I beg. “No.”
“No?” he asks. “You’re going to tell me no when you so obviously want it?”
“I don’t,” I say, forcing tears to my eyes. “I don’t want it…”
“You’re lying to me, Betsy-Sue,” he rumbles. “I’ll have to punish you for that.”
He presses me harder against the wall with his forearm, and then I feel a sharp pain as the slap echoes across the room. My ass burns as it shakes back and forth from his powerful strike.
“Ahh!” I scream out, and real tears form in my eyes. The force of the second hit—on the same cheek this time—sends the tears rolling down my face.
“God!” I hiss through gritted teeth. “Please, Rock, let me go.”
If I really wanted him to stop, I’d say “Morning Bell.” But I’m not even considering using the safe word—I want him too bad.
“You want to walk through that door?” he asks me as my body trembles in pain.
“It hurts,” I say, avoiding his question.
“Don’t lie to me then, Betsy-Sue.”
“I won’t,” I say, voice trembling.
“I’m going to do something really nice for you then,” he says. “To make you want to stay.”
He reaches down and pulls my hips and ass back, then he presses my back down so that my ass sticks up. I hear him drop down to his knees behind me.
He pulls at my thong, and it tears apart. I feel it slide across my skin, and then it’s gone.
I brace myself for anything
, but relief washes across me as I feel his fingers delicately running up my thigh and across my soaking wet mound.
“You see, Betsy-Sue,” he says. “You’re so wet, that means you don’t want me to stop.”
I force myself to make some pathetic and pained whining sound, even though I really just want to moan approval and urge him to touch me more.
“You make that sad little sound,” he says, “but you don’t tell me to stop.”
Then I feel his tongue pressing against my outer lips, and he sucks up my juices. My legs buckle, and I press my arms and face harder against the wall to support myself.
A moan escapes me, and drool begins dripping down the corner of my mouth. Even Betsy-Sue wouldn’t dare tell him to stop when it feels this damn good.
“Oh, my,” I say, dialing the accent up even harder.
“You want to walk out that door?” he asks breathlessly between deep licks.
I don’t answer him verbally, I just stick my ass further out in hopes it will spread me wider for him.
He laughs at that and goes in. A finger slides up inside of me with no warning. All the way in before I can even have time to tense up in surprise. When I do tense up, his tongue finds my clit, and my inner walls squeeze his finger like a vice as my hips buck back and forth.
“You’re tight, Betsy-Sue,” he says. “But that won’t stop me. Nothing will stop me now, not even if you beg me to stop. I feel just how bad you want me, my finger all the way up inside you is soaked. Your body is begging me to keep going.”
“No,” I whine. “It’s not my fault…”
That earns me another finger. It slides in just as fast, and it stretches me wider. He begins to slide his fingers in and out, and his tongue runs gentle circles around my swelling clit.
I let out a high-pitched yelp as the feeling intensifies. His fingers feel so damn good inside me, and it makes me crave his thick cock. I want to feel his veiny rod stuffing me airtight, and I need the warmth of his seed blanketing the inside of me.
He hasn’t even pulled my dress up, he’s just working me through the big tear, which tears open farther as I bend forward and press myself into him.
“Ahh,” I scream. “It’s too much, stop—”
And he stops. Without warning, he stops.
I look at him aghast over my shoulder. My face is red, not from embarrassment, but from anger. I established a safe word, and he’s not supposed to stop unless I say it. He’s supposed to press harder whenever I say stop. But I’m not going to break character this deep in.
I open my mouth, but I don’t even know what to say. Why would anyone, even an idiot like Betsy-Sue, have said stop at that point? I was just about to cum, for fuck’s sake!
He grins at me, exposing his perfectly white teeth. “You didn’t want me to stop, did you?”
“I…” I stammer. “It was so intense.”
“I’m teaching you a lesson, Betsy-Sue, that you don’t know what you want. I know what you want better than you do yourself, so you shouldn’t tell me what to do.”
I’m still bent over, and I can feel my pulse slamming hard in my chest and in my pussy. Can he just forgive Betsy-Sue this one time and go right back to work? I lean forward more, hoping he’ll just do it.
“Oh, no,” he says. “I wanted to give it to you for free, but you were bad again, so now you’ve got to work for it.”
18
Elijah
My cock is about to break through my fucking jeans. It’s going to tear them apart just like Nicole tore her dress open. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear to God that this girl in front of me really is Betsy-Sue from West Virginia. How the fuck does she manage to look so embarrassed? I know she wants it, but she’s so damn good at pretending otherwise.
I remember the first time I tied a woman up. I thought I’d found the end all, be all of sexual fulfillment. That level of control and power couldn’t be compared to anything else. But this? I don’t even know what the fuck this is. It’s Nicole Faria’s fantasy come to life, and it’s better than any pair of handcuffs or order I could give.
I unbutton my jeans and let them drop. Rock wouldn’t be too creative, would he? My cock springs up, and Nicole’s reaction is priceless, she looks like she’s never actually seen a cock before.
“My goodness!” she says, putting a hand to her chest. “Are they...supposed to be so big?”
“Mine is,” I say. “So what do you want to do to it?”
She bites her lip and looks up at me defiantly. “Maybe you can finish what you were doing before, just not so intense?”
“I’ll finish,” I say. “But did you ever think about what I want?”
I twitch my cock so it bobs up and down, and I nearly laugh from elation at the way her eyes bob up and down right along with it. She’s transfixed.
“Go ahead,” I say. “Touch it.”
She just keeps staring down at it, so I take a step closer. My cock bounces straight in front of me as I walk forward.
Her mouth parts open, and she licks her lips. My cock is right in front of her now. I watch as her hand moves up toward it, and she wraps her delicate fingers around it.
I moan in relief when she finally touches me.
“It’s so warm,” she says.
She squeezes. “And even though it’s hard...it’s kind of soft… like velvet.” She runs her hand up and down my length. “Wow, I can even feel the veins.”
“Here’s what is going to happen,” I say. “Hold tight and follow me.”
She squeezes my cock, and I guide her toward the bed with my erect dick.
At the foot of the bed, I get an idea. Rock isn’t creative, but maybe he’s seen this in a video before.
“You know what,” I say. “We don’t even need a bed.”
I reach down and hike the tattered remains of her skirt up. I pull it up until it’s tight around her waist, just barely covering her belly button, but leaving her bottom completely bare.
Just as she stares up at me in confusion, I pick her up off her feet, lifting her behind her knees and holding her like one of the women on the cover of one of those old grocery store romance books. Once I have her secure, I begin to rotate her body so her head is pointing toward the carpet.
She screams.
I hold her tight against me and hoist her up until her pussy is right in my face. “Quiet! And throw your legs over my shoulders.”
Her legs thrash around wildly for a few moments, but then she bends her legs, distributing her weight at least partially onto my shoulders. The muscles in my arms and back bulge from the weight, but I’m able to stabilize her and hold her like this. I lean forward slightly and run my tongue across her delicious wetness. She moans, and I pause.
“Now,” I say, “I want your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. No teeth if you can help it. So long as you’re sucking me, I’ll keep doing what you want me to do.”
“Like…a blowjob?” she asks.
I laugh. How the hell is Nicole so good at pretending like this?
“Yeah,” I say. “A blowjob. Blow me, Betsy-Sue.”
I wait until I feel her lips pressing wet against the head of my swollen cock, and I let go of her just enough that she slides down further, and I feel her begin sucking as my swollen cock slides past her lips.
My eyes roll back into my head, but then I feel her teeth press sharply against my cock.
“Fuck,” I say. “Maybe I should have bought you dinner first?”
“Huh?” she asks, barely intelligible with my thick cock in her mouth.
“No teeth, sweetie.”
Nicole is taking this whole thing so far as to pretend she doesn’t know how to blow me? I know for a fact she sucks a mean cock.
I feel her lips cover her teeth, and she starts sucking again. I dive in for her pussy. Finally.
With my hands holding her pressed against me and upside down, I can’t finger her anymore. I focus all of my energy on massaging my tongue all over and around her cl
it. As my tongue moves in waves across her swollen nub, I feel intense pressure sucking all along my cock. Her drool drips down across my balls, which nearly sends me over the edge.
I look down as I suck in her sweet nectar, and seeing Nicole’s throat move rhythmically as she sucks on me for all she’s worth is one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.
I decide I’m going to blow a load into her mouth. It’s certainly what Rock would do. I’ll at least wait until she’s cumming, which I realize is not going to take long.
Her thighs are shuddering against me as I eat her out, and every so often the smell gets so good that I have to run my tongue across her lips and drink up her newly formed juices. When I press my tongue back to her clit, her fluids help lubricate it, and she moans as loud as she can with my cock stuffing her mouth full.
She writhes as the orgasm rises up within her, which makes her lips lose suction. I hear a loud pop, but she presses her lips right back onto me and starts sucking harder than ever.
She moans into my cock, and I know she’s cumming. I flex all my muscles to secure her, and then I let myself go.
My balls clench up, the pressure hitting its apex, and then I feel the first thick load blasting through my cock and deep down Nicole’s throat.
Since she’s upside down, there’s little risk of my thick ropes of cum choking or gagging her. I feel it shooting into her mouth and then dripping down toward her teeth. When the seal breaks, my cum leaks out and drips down my balls, mixed with her saliva.
Nicole’s screams escape as her mouth opens wider, and with my orgasm all but passed—only weak streams of my release are still trickling out—I focus fully on her clit. She starts to scream louder, and my dick pops entirely out of her mouth. It drops down against my stomach, now just semi-hard. It’s soaking wet from her sucking on it and from my thick loads of cum.
Her pussy is wetter than ever, and I brace her body against me as her arms begin to thrash. Her legs are sweaty and sliding off my shoulders, so I turn around, my back facing the bed, and roll onto my back.
