by Moore, Lila
“A man’s never touched you? Let me show you what it feels like,” he whispers.
When we kiss, I know I’ll remember the sensation for the rest of my life.
“Show me,” I say. “Please Liam. I want to feel you inside me.”
Liam
The sound of Riley’s voice makes me rock hard. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. I try to think about the fight, about baseball, about anything other than the way her body looks in that tight dress. But my cock has a mind of its own. I can barely think. My throbbing cock demands release.
I kiss Riley; she grinds against me. Heat shoots through my cock from the base to the tip. For a second, I think I’m going to cum. A girl has never made me feel like this.
“I want you to show me,” she says again and again. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I lose control. I flip Riley over onto the bed. She squirms beneath me as a chill shoots through her body.
“It’s too much…” she says.
“What’s too much, baby?”
She shakes her head. She’s overwhelmed by the moment. She’s a virgin so naturally she’s nervous. The thought puts a smile on my face. She’s untouched and she’s mine.
“Will you do something for me?” she asks.
“Anything.”
“Will you handcuff me?”
I was not expecting this.
“Handcuff you?” I say dumbly. She’s got me so hard, I can barely think straight.
“I just feel like I’m losing my mind. I can barely lay still. Every time you touch me, it’s like…” She looks away and blushes. “I want you to hold me down. I need you to. Will you handcuff me?”
She looks at the bedpost. There’s a pair of handcuffs dangling from them. I wrap an arm around her, lifting her easily. I move her closer to the bedpost, then take her hands. Her skin is so soft I can’t help kissing her wrists before snapping the cuffs on them. I stretch over Riley as I cuff her. Our bodies rub together. As the cuffs click shut, she giggles.
“Can you feel how hard you make me?” I say.
She bites her lip and grinds against me. She likes it when I talk dirty. Who would have thought Riley of all people was into dirty talk? Was she secretly kinky? She seemed to like being handcuffed.
I lean in close and whisper in her ear.
“Do I make you wet?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Show me. I want to see your wet pussy.”
Riley shudders. I kiss the top of her breasts and squeeze them together. Her tits look like mountains squeezed into her little black dress. I’m tempted to stay there, biting and sucking her nipples, but my cock is screaming for release.
I pull her dress up around her waist. Riley can barely lie still. She twists, pulling against the handcuffs. The bed rocks back and forth. She’s almost as excited as I am.
“Easy, sweetheart.”
I twist a finger around her g-string and pull it off. She crosses her legs shyly. I grab her knees and spread her legs. Her pussy is shaved bare. I kiss the insides of her thighs. I’m dying to get inside her, but I can’t resist the urge to taste her.
I run my tongue over her clit. Riley cries out and arches her back. I do it again. The sound of her moans is like a jolt of electricity through my cock. I can’t wait any longer. I position myself between her legs and take off my pants.
I watch her eyes. She’s focused on my cock. It occurs to me that she’s never seen a man naked-or hard, before.
She bites her lip and groans. I move the tip of my cock over her pussy, teasing her.
“You’re soaking wet,” I say. “Is that for me?”
“Yes.”
Her voice is barely a whisper. It never occurred to me how shy Riley can be, but it’s clear to me now that she wants to be taken. She lifts her hips. There’s no question what she wants. I slide my cock inside her slowly. It takes every fiber of my being not to drive my cock inside her, fucking her fast and hard until she breaks. But I want to enjoy this, and more importantly, I want Riley to enjoy it. No matter what happens when we leave this room she’ll remember this moment for the rest of her life.
The lips of her pussy stretch around my cock.
“God, your pussy’s tight,” I moan.
She’s soaking wet, but she’s small. For a terrifying moment, I worry that I’m hurting her.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She’s biting her lip hard, but she nods yes.
“Are you sure?”
Stopping now would be borderline impossible. A primitive urge to drive into her again and again has taken over. It takes more control than I knew I was capable of to keep my thrusts slow and measured.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
I pull back slightly, never actually pulling out of her completely, then slowly move my cock inside her. Her body reacts instantly. Her hips lift; her back arches, begging me to go deeper.
Heat radiates through my cock. I’m not sure how much longer I can last before cumming. I want Riley to cum, though. I have to last longer for her.
Riley
Cold metal cuts into my skin. My wrists have been rubbed raw by the handcuffs, but I love it. If not for the restraints, I think I would go crazy. I can barely lie still as it is. Then Liam takes off his pants. His cock is thick and hard, much bigger than I imagined. I tense. What if he’s too big? What if he can’t fit inside me, or worse: what if it hurts?
Instinctively, I try to close my legs, but Liam has positioned himself between them. He leans over; I can feel his cock between my legs. A jolt of electricity rocks me back. I start to pant.
Then he slips inside me.
I can feel my body stretch to accommodate his girth. I groan, half with pain, half with pleasure.
Liam takes his time. I can see the strain on his face. He wants more. For half a second I feel embarrassed that I’m not more experienced; I want to make him happy like the other girls he’s slept with.
My embarrassment quickly retreats against the tide of energy washing over my body. I move as if possessed. Liam thrusts into me slowly. I match his rhythm, taking him deep inside me. I’ve never done this before, but my body behaves as if it happens all the time. I’m happy to let nature take over and enjoy the ride.
Liam lifts my legs. I wrap them around his waist and squeeze. He groans and stares deep into my eyes.
“Liam…” I whisper, almost as if to verify this is really happening.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. I have no basis of comparison. All I know is that I don’t want it to stop. A chill shoots up my spine. I shiver beneath its force.
“Don’t stop,” I plead.
Liam rises up above of me. He looks down on me; his back is straight, his face intense. He drives his cock into me with a punishing speed. I grip the bedpost as it bangs against the wall. The music from the club beats with a deep bass.
Liam holds my hips as he thrusts. I scream with pleasure and claw at the handcuffs. My restraints should leave me feeling helpless; instead they make me feel anchored to the moment. Without them, I think I might float away.
Liam crashes into me with a quick stroke. In and out.
He has nothing to say now. He’s concentrating hard on me. The hunger inside me reaches a fever pitch. An orgasm screams through my body, climaxes and comes to an end.
Liam
Liquid heat shoots through my cock as I cum inside Riley. It took everything I had to hold on long enough for her to finish first. It was worth it, though. I made her cum for the first time in her life.
I collapse beside her and stare at the side of her face. Her hair is wild; her cheeks flush. I smile and brush her hair out of her eyes. I’ve never seen her look so at peace. Her eyes are shiny, almost like she’s drugged.
My body feels drained, but I know that in a few minutes I’ll want to fuck her again and it’ll be hard for me to resist the urge. That means we need to get out of here now, b
efore my cock changes my mind for me.
I could lie here with Riley all night, exploring her body and letting her explore mine, but we have to escape before the Madame discovers that the girl with Ivan isn’t Riley.
I zip up my pants and hop off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to get you out of here,” I say.
She looks disappointed.
“Do you have the key to those handcuffs?” I ask.
“Umm…”
“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’”
I open the bedside drawers and find a comically huge black dildo, lube, and a cock ring. No handcuff keys. This is not good.
Riley sits up and watches as I tear the room apart. She looks a bit spacey, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Normally, she’d have some smartass remark for me, but she’s quiet now. The longer I search, the more time passes.
“Fuck it,” I say.
I grab the bedpost and pull it apart. It’s not easy. The wood is screwed together, but it’s weak enough that I’m able to dismantle the bedframe with my bare hands. Riley pulls her hands free of the bedpost and wiggles her fingers. They’re red, like the blood wasn’t circulating.
I take her hands and examine the cuffs. They’re not that tight, but they’re not loose enough to slide her hands free.
“Let’s just go,” she says. “We can worry about the cuffs later.”
I’m inclined to agree. The longer we stay here the greater the chance we’ll be discovered. I help her to her feet. She nearly falls over. A shiver racks her body. I know that look. I’ve seen it on girls before. It’s an aftershock from the orgasm I gave her. My cock stirs to life again.
I try to think about Tony and what will happen if he finds us. It’s the only way I can resist the urge to throw her down on the bed and fuck her raw. I tell myself that I can fuck Riley later, but only if I get her out of here. Still, the temptation is hard to resist.
I help straighten her dress, then I take off my coat, fold it and place it over her outstretched hands. She looks a bit awkward carrying my coat, but it covers her cuffed hands.
“Okay,” she says. “Let’s go.”
Riley
I turn and head for the door. Liam grabs my arm, turning me around.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
He grabs my red wig and straightens it. I’d forgotten I was wearing it. His hands brush against my face. Tiny shivers shoot up and down my spine. I’m tingly all over, like a current of electricity is flowing through the cells of my body.
I can still feel Liam between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together. I’m swollen and wet. I feel dirty in the best possible way.
“There,” he says, “perfect.”
He leans in and kisses me quickly. Liam pulls away fast, like he’s been burned. Does he already regret sleeping with me? No. There’s something in his eyes I’ve never seen before: desire. He wants to take me again. I can’t help smiling like an idiot.
“Let’s go. Stay close.”
He doesn’t have to worry about me wandering away in this place. I don’t want to be alone. What if some creep tries to force me to sleep with him? If the Madame finds me I won’t have a choice.
I reach for his hand and pull up short. I’d forgotten about the handcuffs. While Liam was fucking me, they’d cut into my wrists painfully. The skin around my hands was rubbed raw. For some strange reason, I enjoyed the pain at the time, but now it was uncomfortable.
I start to step ahead of Liam, but he pushes me behind him protectively. Once he opens the door, I’m grateful. The club’s bodyguard is standing sentry outside our door. Great. They’re suspicious of us. Liam readjusts his glasses and hat. He tries to move past the man, but he blocks Liam’s path.
“Is there a problem?” the guard asks.
“Yeah, I paid for this girl. She’s mine for the night, and you won’t get the fuck out of my way.”
The guard stares down Liam for what feels like an eternity.
“Are you going to get out of my way, so I can buy the girl a drink?” he asks.
“Yes, sir,” the guard responds tensely. The way he says ‘sir’ sounds more like ‘fuck you.’ Liam frowns, but lets it go. He pushes me ahead of him past the guard.
The man is staring at me hard. I meet his gaze and wink. I’m not sure what came over me. Playing the part of the escort was fun as long as I didn’t actually have to sleep with anyone I didn’t want to.
To my surprise, the guard smiled and laughed. The tension instantly eased.
“He pay you for the whole night?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I’m all his till sunup.”
The guard considers Liam closely like he can’t quite believe Liam could afford me.
“Trust fund baby,” I whisper.
The guard gives me a knowing nod. “The bar’s down the hall to the right. Half price drinks for the ladies all night.”
“Thanks,” Liam says, sounding anything but grateful.
He leads me in the direction of the bar. I glance over my shoulder and notice that the guard has followed us. He’s standing on the edge of the room, staring directly at us.
“He’s not going to let us slip out easily,” I say.
“No, he’s not. What do you want to drink?”
Alcohol was not my friend. I should stick to water, but it would look suspicious.
“I’ll order for you,” Liam offers.
“No. I want a martini.”
I’ve never had a martini before, but it always looks stylish when girls on television drink one.
“You have to use your hands to hold a martini glass,” he says, giving my handcuffed hands a hard look. They’re still hiding beneath Liam’s coat. I’d forgotten all about the cuffs. I can’t hold a glass without revealing my restraints. “How about a Moscow Mule instead? You can drink it through a straw.”
“Okay.”
Liam orders for the both of us and pays with cash. I take a sip of my drink and nearly gag.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“It burns. It tastes like it’s made with turpentine.”
Liam takes a sip of my drink. The taste doesn’t seem to bother him.
“It’s made with cheap vodka and a lot of ginger beer,” he says. “That’s why it tastes so strong.”
“You would think with all the money coming into this place they would serve better liquor.”
“Tony’s cheap. He cuts every corner and pockets every penny.”
“Why do rich people come here if he doesn’t offer the best service?”
“Because he’s got a monopoly on the business. There’s nowhere else for these guys to go to get their rocks off. And a lot of them owe money to Tony. He cozies up to politicians and businessman, acts like he’s their best friend, treats them to free nights at places like this, then blackmails them. Tony’s a lot of things, but he’s not stupid. All the richest, most powerful people in the city either owe him a favor, or they’re afraid of him.”
“Even your dad?”
“My, what?”
“Your dad. He’s one of the richest men in the world, and he’s influential in this city-hell, he’s influential everywhere in the world.”
Liam looks down at his drink as if the answer to my question would materialize in the amber liquid.
“No.”
“How can you dismiss the possibility?”
“It’s impossible.”
“You just don’t want to believe anything bad about your father.”
“He called the cops back at the fight. They raided the place and arrested all the bookies. You don’t do something like that if you’re in bed with Tony. He did it to save me.”
“Are you sure about that? Maybe he just wanted to destroy the competition.”
I’ve long suspected that my stepdad’s business was less than legit. He had a lot of shady business partners and his finances were a maze of hidden assets. Then there was the matter of his personality. My stepda
d cheated on my mother constantly. He’d been caught sleeping with three different nannies, his secretary, and the daughter of a colleague. He was shameless, greedy and entitled; the exact type of guy I would expect to see in a place like this. So where was he?
I looked around the room. Two girls grind against each other as loud bass music echoed through the room. A blonde girl was fighting with a brunette girl over the custody of a stripper pole in the center of a small stage setup against the far right wall. Several men in business suits sat around laughing as the girls argued.
My stepdad was nowhere to be seen. It was silly to think he’d be here tonight. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the kind of place he’d love. He could do whatever he wanted, however he wanted, as long as he had the money.
Money was no object for him. He only used it to control and manipulate people while serving his own selfish needs.
“Why do you hate him so much?” Liam asks.
I can tell he’s trying to keep the anger out of his voice, but there’s no mistaking the strained inflection; he’s pissed.
“The better question is why do you always defend him? He cheats on my mother constantly; he throws his money around like an asshole-”
“I hate to be the one to tell you, but your mother isn’t exactly a saint. This isn’t the place to get into it, but she’s cool with him sleeping around. They have an open relationship.”
“Gross. They do not. How would you know, anyway?”
“Because he told me and because one time…” Liam takes a deep breath, like he’s about to tell me something he doesn’t want to say. “Once, right after I graduated from high school, I went out drinking with some friends and we ended up in a place like this. I saw my dad there with your mom. They were sitting at a private table together, surrounded by girls. It was pretty clear they were both into it.”
“Oh, my God.”
“I know.”
“What did you do?”
“What do you think? I got out of there as fast as I could. I don’t want to know about my dad’s sex life.”
I sipped my Moscow Mule. The cheap vodka and stinging ginger beer left a bad taste in my mouth, but I found myself taking a second sip of it. The taste was starting to grow on me. I was going to need a lot of alcohol to forget this night.
