by Lolah Lace
“Please, I promise I will be good.”
“You promise?” His lips found mine before I could agree. He pressed his tongue into my mouth. His kisses were always passionate and pure. They were in complete juxtaposition of his raunchy antics in bed last night.
I was confused by how my body betrayed my mind. I wanted his kisses. I needed them. I might even fight for them.
“Kelby, I’m going to untie you but you have to obey me.”
“Yes please untie me. I will obey.” His body towered over me and I felt him reach around my naked body and untie my wrists. He grabbed my freed wrists with his hands and massaged me where I was bound. He carefully pulled my hands in front of me.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
The words thank you came to mind but I decided not to say it.
He grabbed my body and pulled me into him. His mouth was on mine kissing me deeply. My hands rested on his bare, hairless, chest. It was the first time I could feel his body. He was muscle-cut and there wasn’t any fat where my hands laid. Just tight, firm, muscle. His body was so incredible. Feeling him aroused me. I was ashamed to admit it to myself. I wasn’t supposed to be so goddamn turned on. I was supposed to hate this. I was supposed to fake it. I was not under any circumstance supposed to be aroused and wet and longing. This was a seedy business transaction. Sex for money.
Fuck it. I was sucked in for the second time.
He was good. He was better than good. Why did he need a hooker? Why did he want me? His body was warm and his hands roamed over my back pulling me against his rock hard body. His erection was poking me. Would he be mad if I touched it?
Before I could think another thought he twirled me around. I was faced away from him but still had nowhere to go. My body was pressed into the bathroom counter. What I thought was the bathroom counter.
“Bend over. Put your hands on the countertop.” I did as instructed. Placing my palms flat on the surface with my elbows down. “Do not touch your blindfold.” He warned although I hadn’t thought about removing it. I wasn’t ready for that step.
His hands roamed my back and traced my skin like he was painting art on me. His stiff dick pressed into the bare skin of my ass. I was damp between my thighs. I wanted him inside me so I spread my legs and angled back into him.
“Oh Kelby, I could love you.”
I could almost believe him. My limited experience in this area allowed me to almost imagine it was possible. He gripped my hips and opened my butt cheeks. In the quiet, I heard the click of my moist lips. I bit my bottom lip until it was sore. I held my breath as the tip of my dick glided directly to my open hole. He didn’t use his hand to guide himself inside me. He just took his time and slowly inched in and patiently waited for me to expand and accommodate his overbearing girth. I wondered if it looked as big as it felt.
“Do you want it all?”
“Yes.” I moaned and tried to push back but he was holding my hips so tightly in place.
“Okay, pretty girl. I know you can handle it.”
“I can.” I think I can.
Mr. T plunged into me and filled me up. When he was all the way in I exhaled deeply. He slipped back and rocked inside me lifting me onto my toes. I went into my head as he slowly rolled in and out of me with slow and sensuous movements. It felt so damn good.
I sighed loudly when I felt him pinch my nipple until it burned. He had to always give his pleasure with a dose of pain. I was getting used to the agony and accustomed to his technique.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love this?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love me?”
“Ya—” I caught myself.
“Kelby, tell me you love me.”
I was panicked by the mention of that word. Love. My mouth opened and the words were there but I couldn’t really think straight with his dick burrowed inside me. My mouth was dry and wet all at once. Love? Why would he even throw that word into this sexual liaison?
“Ohhh.” I involuntarily moaned as he clipped the right spot inside my throbbing hotbox. My chest was tight and my eyes were wet. His sex made me cry. I was so happy I had this blindfold to soak up the stream of my tears.
“Kelby, tell me you love me.”
Not this again. “I— I— oh shit.” I was going to come, and shake and reevaluate life. He was really giving me the good dick. The top shelf dick reserved for the women he had an intimate connection with.
“Say it, pretty girl.” He begged.
“I love you. Ohhh.” I couldn’t help myself. The words just oozed out. I’m weak. He’s won.
“Yes, you do.”
Without warning his huge hand palmed my face and pulled the blindfold down around my neck. My eyes remained closed. I was afraid to open them and finally see him. I knew we were in front of a walled mirror. I could see it through my lashes. I knew that if I opened my eyes completely I would be able to see him standing there and fucking me from behind. I tried to suppress my moans but they came out in rapid succession. “Ah, oh, ah, oh, oh my, ah.”
“Open your eyes.” He commanded.
“Noooo.” Shit. Did I just say that?
I heard him chuckle. I didn’t see what was so damn funny. I wasn’t ready to see his ugly mug. He had controlled everything so he had other plans. He grabbed the blindfold that was around my neck and twisted it. He pulled me upright with my back against his chest. He managed to stay buried deep inside me. I could feel him twisting the noose around my neck.
“Kelby, open your eyes. Look at me.” He was choking me. My hands went up to pull the blindfold from around my neck. No matter how good he felt inside me I was not going out like this. This erotic asphyxiation shit felt good but I would never admit it out loud and I would never submit to it. My hands were free now. I remembered I could use them.
“Kelby.” He pushed deeply inside me and forced me to moan. The bastard. His free hand reached around my body and between my legs. He strummed my clit with his fingers and my hands get weak.
Mr. T released me from his chokehold and roughly palmed my breast. He held me tight against his body as he split my insides into two separate parts. He shook my core into tiny pieces with his dick.
“Pretty girl, please look at me.” No, I don’t want to. I whined in my head. I don’t want the fantasy to morph into a twisted reality. His warm breath on my neck made me quiver. It also made my lids sluggishly lift.
My vision was blurry as I looked into the mirror before me. I could make out the outline of his body in the brightness of the natural light. He was tall. I knew that much. His body was just as buff as I thought. I refused to look at his face. I knew I had to but I was trying so hard not to rush it. He didn’t stop his deep controlled thrusts. I concentrated my focus on his body and wouldn’t dare look at his face.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I could see clearly. Mr. T lifted my chin. He wrapped his large hand around my neck. He applied the pressure. I had no choice I had to open my eyes. I had to submit to seeing him. Fuck me!
He was blonde.
His eyes were blue.
His skin was perfect.
He was fucking gorgeous.
He looked familiar— because he looked like a celebrity, a really famous actor.
“Kelby.”
“Yes.” His voice and his face had been so familiar to me. I could now place the voice and the face but I refused to accept it.
“Tell me you love me.”
“No.” I was being defiant. I had said it before. But that was then and this is now. He rammed inside me harder and faster. I crumpled in his arm as he held me snug.
“Tell me you fucking love me. Now!”
“I love you.” I hummed it as it blended with a moan.
“Say, I love you Antonio Lambrusco.”
He said his name at the same time I was saying it in my mind. My eyes hadn’t deceived me. His voice had been his all along. Antonio Lambrusco’s di
ck is inside me and it’s the best I’ve even had. Oh, my God. This can’t be happening. But it is.
He squeezed my neck. My eyes locked on his as he stared at me through the mirror.
“Pretty girl say it. Say, I love you Antonio Lambrusco.”
“I love you Antonio Lambrusco.” There, I said it and at the time I meant it. Not because he was famous and rich and sexy. It was because I was momentarily dick-notized. Hypnotized by a damn dick. He had fucked my body and fucked my heart like no man ever had. He was just that good.
“I know you do.” He amped up his pace and pushed me to the edge. My orgasm came out in a hushed scream. Mr. T, Antonio pumped inside me a few more times until he released his cum inside me.
“Oh fuck.” He whispered into my hair. He removed his hands from my body and placed them on the counter. I was sandwiched between his strong arms. He shifted backward and let his dick slip out of me.
I watched him in the mirror like a crazed fan or whatever they were calling them nowadays. I couldn’t help myself. When he glanced at me I felt like a groupie.
“What? Talk. What do you have to say?”
“Nothing.” My voice cracked.
He twirled me around to face him. “Bullshit.”
“Can I brush my teeth? Can I take a bath?”
He kissed my nasty mouth. “Yes, you can.”
“Thanks. Do I have to call you Mr. T?”
“What do you want to call me?”
“Tonio.”
“Yes.” He smiled just like he did in all his sixty or seventy plus movies. “You can call me Tonio.”
“Okay.” My stomach interrupted us as it growled.
“I’m going to feed you.”
“Is it Saturday?”
“Yes, early Saturday morning. You slept for a long time.”
“I was tired.”
“That’s true.” He smirked. “The red toothbrush is yours. The blue is mine. I’m not sure it matters since we’ve shared plenty of bodily fluids.”
Gross but true.
“Okay.” My fluids mixed with his were on a mission to leak from my body. He had come on me and inside me. I needed to wash my ass hours ago. He didn’t seem to mind and knowing he was nasty made me feel better about seeing his famous face.
I slowly turned away from him. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was never this comfortable being nude. Tonio kept telling me how great I looked and I believed him. I grabbed the toothbrush and the toothpaste. He watched me brush my teeth like a stalker. He walked over to the bathtub and started running the bath water. He headed out of the bathroom. I watched his toned ass walk through the doorway from his reflection in the mirror.
CHAPTER 12
That was him. His dreamy eyes. His deep unique voice. His perfect lips. His golden hair. I just had sex with Antonio Lambrusco. He picked me out of some of my Facebook pictures. Why? He sleeps with hookers. Does he? I’m not really a hooker but I kind of— am. I didn’t know what to think. I preferred to just try to survive the weekend and think about everything else after I was back at home, in my apartment, balled up in the fetal position with a bucket of ice cream.
I washed my face and removed the blindfold from around my neck. I dropped it on the counter. I hoped that was the end of my time with obstructed vision. I walked over and sat on the edge of the huge tub. I looked around the spacious bathroom. I had seen it before. It felt like I was looking at it anew now that the blindfold was gone.
I bent and placed my hand in the hot water. It felt so good on my fingertips. I submerged my entire hand in the water once I got comfortable with the temperature. I sat on the edge of the tub and placed my feet in the water. I looked around the bathroom. The shower was separate from the tub. Every surface was clean and there were glass and mirrors everywhere. I was by myself. I hadn’t been alone since he arrived. I wondered where he was.
I lowered myself into the water after the tub was almost full. The tub was massive. I didn’t have a washcloth or a towel but there was soap and body-wash on the ledge. I sat there and leaned back in the water. I rested my head on the ledge and closed my eyes. For the first time, in a long time, I felt peaceful.
My body was relaxed. I had been a ball of nerves up until now. Being by myself just for this short time was the best feeling. I opened my eyes after I suspected his eyes were on me.
He was standing beside the tub leering down on me. He was nude and I made an attempt to look directly at his face instead of his dick, his abs, his chest or anything that would remind me of sex.
“Hey, we can eat after we get cleaned up. I have coffee for you.” He handed the coffee mug to me. I didn’t even notice it in his hands. I had to sit up straight to take the cup. “Vanilla bean latte.”
“Yes, thank you.” I held the cup above the water and watched as he placed his cell phone on the ledge of the tub. He stepped in the tub with me. He lowered himself in on the opposite side. He was faced toward me. He reached up on the nearby counter and grabbed two white washcloths. I didn’t even notice they were there before now. He tossed one washcloth over to me. It landed in the water. He dropped his cloth in the water and splashed some water over his face and hair.
I sipped from my coffee cup as he watched me. I drew my knees up to my chest and continued to sip the coffee.
“How’s the coffee?”
“Good, thank you. I didn’t make it. I just pushed a button.”
“Vanilla bean is my favorite.”
“Yes, it is. I heard you lost your job.”
“I was fired.”
“Did you work weekends when you were employed?”
“Yes, most weekends.”
“I probably wouldn’t have met you if you had a job. I needed someone for this weekend.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to Antonio Lambrusco.
“Things just worked out.”
“Yeah.”
“You were on the fence about this?”
“I was, yes.”
“Why? I’m curious.”
“I never did anything like this before.”
“I wasn’t born into money. My father left my mother with nothing, basically leaving me with nothing. I’m not sure I wouldn’t have jumped at any opportunity to make money.”
“I have always made my money legally. So this is something I never thought about. I really haven’t done this before.”
He smiled at me with all his teeth. “I know you haven’t done this before. I know things. I can read people up to a point.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m an actor. It’s my job to read people, their movements, and their actions. You were genuinely nervous, afraid, and open to submission. All the things that I like.”
“So you do this all the time?”
This time he cracked a closed mouth smile. “You may not believe me. I have never done this before. I wanted my first time with an escort to be her, your, first time as an escort.”
It sort of made sense. “The internet says you have a girlfriend.” Maybe it was TMZ.
“Is that what the internet says?”
“Yes.”
He cracked a grin that left me confused. He smiled a lot when he wasn’t inside me. “Penelope Bash.”
“Yes, the actress.” I hoped he wouldn’t lie.
“We are publicly seeing each other.”
“Publicly?”
“Our publicists put us together. We are together for media purposes. Publicity for the movie.”
“She’s in your next movie?”
“Yes, the one coming out in two weeks. If people think we’re a couple they may be tempted to see our onscreen chemistry. Penelope, she’s really in a relationship with some non-famous guy. We haven’t slept together if you’re worried about me cheating on her with you.”
“I’m not worried. It’s none of my business.”
“You shouldn’t care about Penelope.”
“I don’t.”
“Good.” He raised his arms
from underneath the water. “Come over here. I want to hold you.”
Like a devout follower, I splashed and slide my way over to him. I put my coffee mug on the ledge of the tub. I turned and lay back on his chest. I cradled the back of my head in his neck and chest. I let him wrap his arms around me. He hugged me tight and released me. He cupped one of my breasts in the palm of his hand. His arms made me feel safe like a seatbelt. With him, there was one thing I knew for sure. I would eventually crash. Soon I wouldn’t be safe. I would fly through the windshield and land somewhere.
I was so relaxed I closed my eyes. I was awakened with the sound of his cell phone ringing. He reached up to the countertop and answered.
“What is it now?” Tonio answered like he had been asleep just like me.
“Hey what are you doing?” I could hear the other voice on the line.
“I’m doing me.” That was a hip thing for Tonio to say. It kind of surprised me.
“Did you work out?”
“No.”
“I can’t care about your body more than you do.”
Tonio placed the screen out and I took the chance to sneak a peek at the caller ID. The screen read: Tom, Dick, and Harry. Tonio used one hand to put the cell phone on speaker. The cell got a little wet then he placed it on the ledge.
“Why did you call me? I thought you were giving me a weekend off.”
“I am. I’m only calling you once a day. Remember we talked about doing Kim O’Fallon.”
“I’m not doing that stupid talk show.”
“Her ratings are huge. People are starting to talk. You’ve never done her show.”
“And I never will. That cunt has been calling me gay for over a decade. I could ruin her.”
“But you won’t because you’re a nice guy.”
“Am I?” Tonio squeezed my breasts.
“She’s pissed because you wouldn’t fuck her. Why didn’t you just fuck her?”
“Never going to happen.” Tonio slid his fingers down my abdomen and in between my legs.
“Fine, this year you have to do the festival circuit.”
“I have never done that shit before. My work speaks for itself.” He opened my pussy lips with two of his fingers. He played with my clit. I opened my legs to give him all the space he needed.
