by Stella
“Only for your cock.” She cheekily bucked him in further.
“Such a naughty bitch.” He pumped into her, hard and fast, letting her moans urge him on. The fact that Remy and Chrissy were just outside excited him, who knew when Chrissy would want a cool glass of lemonade or a brownie or smoothie? Getting caught was always a turn on for him, and he figured it was for his little toy, as well. He bent over and whispered to her. “Any minutes Remy or Chrissy could walk in and see you bent over getting fucked and moaning like a whore. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Maybe some random person? Another guy, maybe? He could fuck your face while I fuck your sweet pussy? Yeah, I can tell you like that, bitch.”
She cried out, backing hard into him, her body trembling in his grasp. She convulsed hard around him.
“Um, God, that it, baby. Show me how limber you are, touch the floor with your hands.” She moved her ass in the air, and he fucked down into her like a jackhammer, his hands on her hips, squeezing. “Oh fucking God, you’re perfect! Come again for me, bitch. Show daddy how much you love being fucked.”
She grabbed at his ankles, bending double. “Oh, fuck…Reece!” she screamed loudly, her body convulsing around him as she came.
He felt her come, and it triggered his own release, his body pumping his hot sticky cum, filling her. He panted and slapped her ass, feeling her body clench his deep inside. He bent, still inside her and pulled her up just a bit to kiss her neck. “Fuck, you’re a treat. And they heard that scream, baby. I know they did.”
She shuddered. “I hope they did. So are we shopping?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. I take it my credit card is going to get the workout?”
She chuckled. “It might, but then I might not see anything I like.” She straightened and turned, kissing his cheek. “I have been known to be fussy.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Pet. I think I have a few places that will pique your interest. Let me shower, and I think you should, too. Then I think we should go, don’t you?”
* * * *
She looked out of the window as he drove. They’d opted for the big car so she could fill it with all her new stuff. The plan being to get as much as she could, stuff easily sold—shiny baubles were always gratefully accepted—and maybe even something small that she could keep. She frowned at the thought, why would she want to keep anything that he gave her? For the memories? Not likely, she was far from nostalgic.
Her skin itched slightly. She’d have to change soon. It had been a few months. Most preferred to change monthly, but for her, it was a case of changing when it was safest. Most of the time, it just wasn’t.
She sighed, turning to him. “So sexy, where we going?”
“A couple good places. Is there anywhere particular you wanna hit?”
“I’m easy.” She smiled at him.
“Yeah, I know.” He grinned back and placed his hand on her thigh. “Okay, play it like this. You got seemingly unlimited funds to shop with. Where do we go?”
She smiled despite herself, “No clue. Somewhere with shops? Lots of shops.”
“A mall? New York City?”
“Yeah, okay… Sounds great.”
He laughed. “Pick one. You know what? We’ll just go to the city. There’s a few shops I wanna hit there, too.”
“Sorry, I’m just a little distracted.” She smiled, scratching her arm. “So, we should get some fun stuff, too. Maybe go and try on some underwear…and toys. We should get toys.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
She grinned and licked her lips. “Glad we’re on the same page. What kinda things you got in mind, Master?”
“Telling wouldn’t be fun for me.” He squeezed her thigh.
“Yeah? And what would be fun for you?”
“I think you know damn well what’s fun for me.”
She giggled. She did know exactly what he liked, and she liked them, too. “True. So, unlimited funds?”
“Practically. Why? Planning on cleaning me out?”
“No, just wondering.” She smiled. “Why, you worried?”
“Not in the least. You could buy out the junior’s floor at Saks and not make a dent,” he said matter-of-factly, boredom lacing his voice.
She raised an eyebrow. “Why would I want to buy that?”
“Are you asking me why I think you’d wear those things? Or if I think you’re young?”
“Just why you think I’d be buying things for kids?”
He took his eyes off the road, looked her up and down quickly and licked his lips. “’Cause that waist of yours is no bigger than a size three.”
“It’s not my fault I’m small, and didn’t I tell you not to call me little?”
“I like it, petite and sexy, perfect size. And I didn’t say little. Your body makes you a very luscious wet dream, Carmen, as well you know.”
She laughed. “Well, it’s good of you to say.”
She sat back in her seat thinking on his words. He wasn’t so far away from a wet dream himself. She’d never thought of herself as the perfect size before. She was short and he was different. It was nothing she could put her finger on, but spending time with him wasn’t as bad as she’d first expected. His views on money interested her. She needed money to survive, would do anything to stay alive. It was the way of life. He didn’t even seem to appreciate the gift he had. She shrugged it off, not really wanting to put much more thought into it.
They only had a month together then she was off to God knew where, back to her little backpacking pilgrimage. She loved the freedom of waking up in a new place each day. The month in one fixed location was going to be difficult.
They made small talk the rest on the journey, and she found that not only was he not all that bad, but underneath all his dominant pain in the ass bravado, she almost sensed a person. He’d taken her to a few stores letting her pick whatever she wished. True to his word, he’d paid for it all.
He led her to a small boutique, uncharacteristically holding the door for her then pushing her in, his hand squeezing her ass.
She laughed at him, “So…? What are we trying on now?”
“You are trying on corsets and lingerie, and I’m going to watch.” He winked as they made it into the room proper, the only people in the store. He leaned in and whispered, “I had them close for the afternoon, the sales girls are all yours.” He smiled at what she assumed was the shop owner and spoke to the woman in hushed tones, taking a flute of champagne from her, then sat on the large red couch in the centre of the room while the three girls doted on Carmen right from the beginning.
She relished the attention. Never in her whole life had she had the attention of so many sales assistants. It was an experience. They primped and preened, discussing colours, cuts and styles—all of which confused her to no end. She let the women have their way, choosing a number of things for her to try on. Her first outfit was a deep red corset, which held her in and showed off her cleavage to the best possible advantage. Matching lace boy shorts and garters with stockings completed the outfit. She stalked out towards him in red spike heels and smiled sexily down at him. “So?”
He nodded and sipped his drink. “I like. Red is a good colour on you.”
“Yeah? That’s what they all said.” She nodded towards the room that she’d left.
“Well, they do this for a living. That all you have to show me? ‘Cause it’s nice, but it’s not setting off any bells over here.” He looked down at his groin. “You’ll know when you got a winner.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay… You know the whole pretty woman experience is freaking me out a little.” She laughed. “Plus this one itches, in unbelievably strange places.”
He laughed. “Ah, but that was just a week, Pet. This is a month. Now go get something else. I have work to do.” The shop owner came to him with a large velvet box, and he waved Carmen back into the back room, his eyes and attention now on the contents of the open box.
She stared at it for a few moments, her cu
riosity piquing, before she turned and walked back to the dressing room. Next she came out with a deep blue all in one piece, which mainly consistent of straps of ribbons and patches of silk. The ribbons crossed down her thighs to hold up stockings, which she’d neglected to wear along with the matching heels. She preferred barefoot. She walked out towards him on tiptoe, her hair lying in waves around her shoulders. She grinned at him, beginning to get the hang of the fawning. “How about this one?”
He looked at her and had the owner close the black box. “Bring the purple box.” He looked Carmen over and twirled his finger. “Turn around, Pet. Let me see that perfect ass.”
She did as he asked, twirling sexily for him. She was beginning to like this feeling. “Ooh, what’s in the purple box?”
“Never mind what’s in the box.” He licked his lips and smiled. “Close but no cigar. You do want a cigar, don’t you?” His eyes burned with heat as he looked at her, and he smiled, seeing her pout. “You can do better than that.”
She giggled and winked, stalking back into the room. The next outfit was sure to do the trick for him. She got the girls to help her into the cranberry coloured leather outfit. The push-up bra barely contained her breasts, and the thong backed shorts sat beautifully flat across her belly. She wore thigh-high boots made of soft floppy leather, which felt creamy across her skin. She was keeping these, no matter what. She swayed out to meet him and smirked down at him. “Do I get a cigar now?”
His mouth dropped open. And he adjusted his groin. “God, that’s hot.” He grinned and finished his drink. “And you get a cigar anytime you want, Pet. I think that’s the one, though anything else you want, please pick up.”
“Oh, I will I’ve already seen a few things.” She twirled.
“Beauty. Get dressed then, Pet. We have one more stop then I’m feeling like dinner.”
Chapter Five
Carmen was making good on holding him to his statement of unlimited funds, not that he cared in the least. It was really all for his own enjoyment, anyway. She had looked spectacular in the leather number, and God if he didn’t wanna take her right then and there. The woman had sex appeal. There was no doubt about that, but in leather? She completely turned his crank.
She had emerged from the dressing room wearing a salsa style skirt, the kind that flared as she turned, in a shimmery black and a light, v-neck fitted shirt, the perfect plum colour to match her skin tone and highlights. It was tight enough to show him that she was, indeed, not wearing a bra. He’d looked down at her dainty feet and blood-red nails strapped into black, ballerina-lace stilettos and was in heaven. A woman in heels always got him. This woman in heels made him salivate.
He paid for the purchases, already totalling in the thousands from the day’s events, and packed them away. Meeting the chit in the car, he watched as she applied a perfect shade of lipstick to her already pouty lips. “You know, that colour would look great around the base of my cock,” he said, a smirk gracing his face.
“You think? I suppose it might. We’ll see, won’t we?”
He kept silent, pulling out into traffic and darting a couple blocks downtown then crossing Fifth Avenue
then down into the village once again. They ended up in front of a purple building just off St. Marks, the trim a bright pink. Reece always thought this building would be more at home in New Orleans where the rest of the garish façades liked to hang out. He killed the engine and looked at her. “Last stop.”
Amusement flitted across her face as she looked out at the building. “Ooh, looks fun.”
“It is that. The old biddy who owns it used to be a burlesque dancer. Wouldn’t know it now to look at her. She must be well over a hundred.” He got out, and she followed, entering the big building. The inside was just as tacky as the outside. Purple and blue silks hung from the ceiling of the main room, all coming to a point in the centre and drawn up, making it look like a sultan’s harem. The shop was his favourite to pick up toys for a lover or two. He knew Carmen was one to appreciate his tastes, so he’d brought her with him, knowing she would have some ideas of her own.
The shelves were lined with everything a kinky person could hope for. He remembered when he’d brought Remy here to pick stuff up for Chrissy. His cousin had called it the sex toy Wal-Mart. He supposed it was just that. Miss Therese, the ancient owner, stocked everything she could get her hands on, from little pillows of travel-sized lube to uber-expensive sex dolls that looked and felt like a real person. He turned to Carmen, seeing her eyes alight with mischief and winked. “Go play.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” she told him before wandering off, weaving through the shelves.
Reece knew what he was here for, something to make the woman with him insane. He found it quickly, took it to the counter and paid for it then took it out to the car. Coming back inside, he saw Carmen grinning at him with a few choice items in her hand. “Find something?”
“A few things.” She smiled, brushing against him as she placed her choices in front of him. “I didn’t know if you had cuffs already. Not that I’d use second-hand ones, some things just aren’t supposed to be reused with different women.” She screwed her face up, keeping close to him.
She was completely wild. The items she chose were on the counter, and he had to smirk. A vibrator, a pocket rocket, which he figured could come in handy, some massage oils, honey dust, the aforementioned handcuffs, and a set of edible underwear made out of candy necklace pieces. She was pretty daring, and she had the air that she didn’t care who knew it. Most women would be nervous and shy in a place like this, but Carmen was right at home. The thought amused him. “No floggers? Whips? Strap-ons? I’m surprised. I had figured you to try your damnedest to shock the shit outta me.”
“Well, I figured the strap-ons to be a little pointless. Whips are a little garish really, and I lost the Indiana Jones fantasy when he started kicking those defenceless snakes around in the first film. It’s an irrational fear. If they had struck him, it would have been his own fault.” She grinned. “But a flogger could work.” She bit at her lip, looking hopefully up at him.
He laughed. “I told you it’s your shopping spree. Take another pass.” He looked down at his watch and shook his head. “We have dinner reservations at Tavern on the Green in an hour and a half.”
She walked round the shop humming lightly under her breath as she picked a few more items. “Okay, I’m done this time,” she announced as she placed more things on her pile.
He shook his head and smirked at the old woman who addressed Carmen. “A woman who knows what she wants, that’s what you need Mr. Evans. She has spunk, and look, not afraid to try new things,” she said as she held up the string of anal beads. Reece looked at Carmen who just shrugged. The woman chattered on at them for another ten minutes as she wrapped all the purchases and placed them in a large, metallic-purple bag with the pink lettering of the shop on it, silver tissue paper sticking out everywhere. They were polite and gracious, and when they were leaving, Reece hugged and kissed the older woman. They walked out to the car, and he noticed the look Carmen was giving him.
“What? She’s like my dirty old grandma. And you gotta admit, for a woman well past ancient, she’s got spunk and knows her shit.”
Carmen laughed. “She does indeed. That was quite a place. I’ll have to remember it for some other time.” Her voice was wistful. “So, we’re eating now? Right?”
“I was thinking we could hit the bar there first. Our table is in the crystal room, and they don’t open ‘til the lights in the park come on since it’s covered on three sides by glass walls. Now get in, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
She jumped into her side of the car and waited for him to get in beside her. “Surprise? Is it shiny?”
“No. Close your eyes and keep them closed. And open your legs. Lift a foot on the dash,” he said without emotion, hiding his excitement. He had wanted to try this for a long time, and this was just as good a time as any.
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sp; “Anything you say…Master.” She smirked and did as he asked.
He shook his head, knowing he could get to like that luscious voice calling him Master all too much. The package he had secretly bought was small, housing a little purple butterfly contraption with two elastic loops on either wing. He got it open and prepped the device, grabbing the wireless remote and setting it in his pocket. It was then he reached over and lifted her leg, sad that he couldn’t see it fully extended with the skirt riding high on her hip. He slipped an elastic band over her leg then reached over and did the other one so it was hanging between her legs. He reached around her and pulled her into his lap. Lifting her ass with his hand, he slipped the toy up to her waiting pussy, already wet from the sex shop, and positioned it.
“You feel that cold on your clit, Carmen? No matter what it does to you, Pet, you can’t cry out. You have to wear it ‘til we get back to the compound—and I plan on making it difficult for you not to scream,” he whispered viciously in her ear then sucked her lobe into his mouth, moving her back to her seat.
She looked at him, confusion passing across her face, then smiled. “I’m going to like this, aren’t I?”
“Maybe. Why don’t we see?” He put his hand in his pocket and flicked on the remote, the little toy making a vibrating and suction feeling to her wetness. “Think you can handle that all night? Whenever I see fit? You’re going to have to, Pet, ‘cause you’re wearing it through dinner.”
She gasped and closed her eyes, swallowing hard. “Um, Reece, you do know how to tease, don’t you…”
“I do, Pet.” He turned off the device and laughed. “Let’s go. We have about twenty minutes of traffic to battle before we even get close to Central Park.”
“That’s why bikes are handier.”
“All too true, Pet. So did you enjoy yourself?” He made it quickly from St. Marks to Fifth Avenue
and was driving like a bat outta hell.
“Yeah, it’s been fun spending the day with someone other than myself.”
