Collared By The Warrior

by Daniella Wright

  Her face reddened, though her hard gaze didn’t waver.

  “I told you, I came to you to work, not to sit around and wait for work. I don’t know about you, but I don’t play around when there’s something that I need.”

  “Oh, and you need me, do you, Elizabeth?” The fury on her face was amusing.

  “In a manner of speaking, yes. Are you done tormenting me? It’s enough that I had to come here to begin with, you could just take what you want and give me what I need and I can be done.”

  I chuckled, shaking my head.

  The first night she had come here, I’d taken a bit of a sampling of her. Didn’t have sex with her, no. Not the first time. But it was enough of a taste having her spread open on my desk, fingers between her legs making her squirm despite her reservations to know that I didn’t want to take it so… liberally with her, so to speak.

  I stood up, straightening up my suit.

  “I think our agreement was that I pay you for your company. Whatever it is that I want from you, right?” I waited for her to answer, and when she realized that I expected one, she grimaced.

  “Right,” she said, grudgingly.

  “Well, say I want to take you out for a little, rather than, ah, getting right down and dirty with it, hm?” Her eyes narrowed at me.

  “You didn’t seem to have much of a problem with it the other night.” She sounded like she found me suspicious; at least she didn’t take me entirely at face value.

  “Well no. I never pay for something I’ve not properly sampled, Elizabeth. And…” I came around my desk, walked over to where she sat. Arms braced on each of the arms, I leaned over, face right in front of hers.

  “If I recall, you weren’t really opposed to what I wanted when you came to me the other night, hm? My desk still smells like your satisfaction.”

  She shoved at me, and I laughed. I held my hands up, giving concession.

  “I tease, I tease. Come on. We’re going to eat and I’ll pay you for your company. Fair enough?”

  I didn’t let her answer before I walked out of my office. I could hear her heels click on the floor as she followed behind me.

  She didn’t talk to me much on our way out to lunch. I asked her all sorts of questions – what she liked to eat, where she liked to go, what she did for a living. All her answers were short, to the point, without any emotional give to them at all. For someone in her position, she was prickly; rather than piss me off, it amused me. I wanted to see how deep I could worm my way past all of that. If we were going to be spending a lot of time together, after all, I wanted to at least see how much I could get out of her before she bled me dry of money and went on her merry way.

  I pulled into Chevalier’s, a little French restaurant just south of Ray’s. Elizabeth let herself out, not even waiting for me to round my car before he got out, straightening up her dress as she did. I eyed her, openly, enjoying the slight rise of her hem just under the line of her rear. I decided then that I was going to have some fun.

  “I hope you like French,” I said, coming up beside her to take her arm in mine, have her pressed close to my side like she was mine for real and not just for show. She felt stiff beside me, before she relaxed just a little. I grinned as I led us to the front, the host nodding to me as I did.

  “Mr. Adams. I’ll take you to your table.”

  The fact that he knew exactly who I was seemed to surprise her. She looked up at me with a raised brow before muttering something to herself.

  “What?” I said. “Can’t believe people at a fancy French place know who I am?”

  “I’m surprised they let you in the front door,” she muttered.

  At that, I laughed. We were seated, and I ordered a decent wine for the both of us. She didn’t seem to know what to think of the place; it was a classic French set-up, very well put together. In honesty it was one of my favorite places to bring company. I had the money and the taste for it, why not indulge? Her confusion was entertaining, and when the waiter came back with our drinks, I toasted to her.

  “To you and your father’s good health.”

  Her brow twitched at that, and it was really kind of cute. Nevertheless she drank, and we once more lapsed into silence.

  “This is the first time that you’ve done something like this, huh?” I questioned, head tilted.

  “I’ve been to restaurants before,” she said, words sharp as ever on her tongue.

  “I don’t mean the restaurant, Elizabeth. I mean this arrangement. You’ve never prostituted yourself out, have you?”

  She looked around, as if afraid that someone around would hear.

  “Keep your voice down!” she urged. I only shrugged, taking another drink of my wine.

  “We’re towards the back of the house, away from other tables. Even if we weren’t, no one would say a damn thing. They like my patronage here; also helps that I keep trouble off their backs, you know? Come on. Answer the question. It’s your first time doing something like this, isn’t it?”

  Her eyes narrowed at me, suspicious. She sighed, eventually taking a drink of her wine.

  “It is. Why do you ask?”

  “Well, you seem to not be having a good time. Most women who do what you’re doing at least pretend like they’re not hating their life. It gets them better tips, you know? But that’s okay. I like you. I think I’ll be nice to you, even when you’re so stiff.” After all, she wasn’t always a stiff thing, was she…

  I smiled a bit, and crooked my finger at her.

  “Come sit beside me.”

  She hesitated, once more looking around, as if someone would spring out of nowhere, point a finger at her, and yell ‘whore!’ but nothing of the sort happened and she sighed. Standing gracefully, she walked over to my side of our table, pulling out a chair to sit closer to me.

  “May I ask why you want me to sit so close to you when you wanted lunch with me?”

  “Look. I’m not all bad, you know? I don’t want you to suffer while you’re with me. It’s not gonna be fun for either of us in this situation. Yeah, I get access to you whenever I want, but I kinda like my women… ah. In the moment, you know? Loosen up, will ya? Let me show you.”

  Before she could speak, I slid my hand along her thigh, just under the hem of that damn short dress that she wore. She jumped, surprised, and looked around again – I was starting to believe that was a habit of hers.

  “We’re in public!” she hissed lowly. “You’re going to get us caught.” I chuckled.

  “Not if you don’t make a sound, princess. Hush. Enjoy it. It doesn’t have to feel like work if you pretend like it’s all for fun.”

  It was maybe a little cruel, trying to groom her to like it. But hell… she was gorgeous, and I wanted her to stop being so uptight about the situation. She could still have her pride and sell her body to me… mostly.

  My hand slid up further, pushing past the hem of her dress, between her thighs. Her skin was so hot there, radiating from beneath her panties and bit my lip as I skimmed over them, right at her covered lips.

  She gasped, thighs clenching against my fingers. I shook my head tsking.

  “You do that, and people will definitely know what’s going on.”

  I continued to stroke her there, letting her panties go from warm to wet. Her legs shook, though she at least did a good job of trying not to move. Even when our waiter came back, pad out to take our order, the only thing that indicated something was going on was the blush on her face. I don’t know if the waiter paid attention to where my hand was, and I didn’t really care. He said nothing to alert her if he did, and he wouldn’t say a thing to anyone else, either.

  When he left, I nuzzled on her neck, placing a kiss there.

  “See. Not so bad, is it?” I nudged against her panties, slipping a finger against slick folds.

  Her thighs parted.

  I could see the struggle in her face as she bit her lip. Did she let me continue? Did she stop me? The pleasure was evident with how warm
and wet she was, and when I slid my finger past her entrance into her womanhood, she let a soft gasp – but she didn’t stop me. I took that as permission to continue, sliding deeper and deeper until my finger hit its limit. Her walls fluttered around the intrusion, her sex clenching, as if she wanted to keep me inside her.

  I honestly liked that idea, probably more than I should have.

  It was one finger, then another. I worked four into her, letting my thumb circle and brush against the bud atop the folds of her sex. That made her really gasp, and before I could get her spilling her satisfaction all over the dining room chair, she stood up suddenly, panting, face red.

  “I need to go to the bathroom!”

  She stood, hastily, adjusting her dress and hurrying to the restrooms. I smirked a bit, giving her a bit of time before I stood, and followed.

  I didn’t really care about entering the bathroom after her. She stood at the sink, patting water at her cheeks. My head tilted at her frazzled demeanor, and I locked the bathroom behind me.

  “Now, that was getting to the good part. Why’d you run away.”

  She looked over, and even with her agitation her eyes were glazed over in arousal. I knew it.

  “You’re going to get us caught,” she repeated. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do but –”

  I strode over, pulling her from the sink to press her against the wall. She seemed surprised about the action, her mouth closing as she watched me warily.

  “I’m just trying to get you to enjoy yourself while you’re with me. I think it’ll be beneficial to the both of us.”

  I lifted her up, her legs spread wide around my hips, my body keeping her wedged against the wall. She gasped, but with the way her legs went around my waist, I knew she wasn’t going to protest – at least not seriously. Once more my hand fell between her legs, shoving the fabric aside to expose her dripping lips. Before she could say anymore about us being in public, I kissed her, biting at her lips as I freed myself from my pants.

  I wanted to play with her a little more before I really got into it. The hand that had toyed with her slipped once more between her thighs before she could protest anymore, and slid into her sex once more. She was still wet, practically soaked. She whined against my mouth as I moved my fingers in her the same way I would if I had my length in her. It made her tremble wildly against me, gasping and groaning against my mouth as I work my fingers.

  “Oh, oh – !”

  Her sex tightened around my fingers, letting me know of her completion. She still continued to rock her hips against me, still kept moving and moving.

  It was then that I decided I wanted to taste her.

  I let her down, getting on my knees. She wobbled a bit, but I held her against the wall as I kept her legs spread. Her folds were dripping, her satisfaction clear and inviting to my wanting mouth. I licked at her, slipping tongue between her lips to clean it all up, wanting every drop of it on my tongue before I slid my tongue fully inside her.

  Her hands found my hair, tugging, gasping, pulling. I don’t know if she could tell what she was trying to do – pull me away because it was too much, or keep me shoved between her legs because it felt so good. Either way, I wasn’t leaving anytime soon. I loved the taste of her, the feel of her. She was so clean and sweet and I couldn’t help but love the delicious little tremble in her body when my mouth worked over the little pleasure nub that had her tugging my hair to pull me up.

  “I need you inside me. Now.”

  I wasn’t going to make her wait any longer, not with that kind of demand. I grinned wiping off my mouth as I stood.

  “Eager now, are you?” She didn’t do anything but growl at me, jerking me close to her, kissing. She even moaned at the taste of her on my tongue, and that aroused me even more; I liked a woman that could appreciate the taste of themselves on a man, so much so that they didn’t even bother to shy away from it. I lifted her up making her legs go around my waist as I lined myself up with her.

  Already hard, already wanting, I pressed my head of my member against her entrance. She whined into my mouth, though rather than shying away, she pressed her hips against me, taking the head inside her. I was tempted to tease her with it, make her beg for it even more than she already had… But she kissed me back hungrily, like she wanted it, and I knew I had her the way that I wanted her.

  I thrust inside her, and we groaned together, panting. She was tight despite all the playing that we had done, and I had to have filled her. She shook as I moved in and out of her, barely letting her adjust before I let into her with her clinging to me, moaning, her walls pulsing around me. Despite the time we had already taken to fool around, we had to be quick, so I moved inside her fast.

  “There, there, right there,” she panted against me, every time my member brushed deep within her walls, pressing to her womb. I did just that, hitting right there, right there where she wanted me to, over those spots deep within a woman that many had a hard time finding – but not me. I reveled in the fact that she was so receptive to how I handled her, how I kept myself going even when I wanted to burst inside her, because I needed her to reach her end first. It was always better when I could feel a woman tighten and spasm around me, come undone and gasp as they came while I was deep inside them.

  My hips moved, piston-like, then, slapping hard against her body as I kept her wedged between my body and the wall. Her legs continued to cling to me, as if she were trying to keep me buried deep in her – like the thought of me slipping out of her was a horrible, horrible one, and she wouldn’t have it. I liked to think it was that – I certainly didn’t want to be out of her, not just yet.

  It was those hard, heavy, eager thrusts that had me bringing us to our completion quick enough no one would be any wiser to our actions – hopefully. She came first, mouth pressed hard against me as if she were afraid of someone hearing us, her sweet and tight sex gripping around my manhood like she gripped around my body. I followed, pressing deep against her, spilling warmly into her wanting womb. I loved the way it ended up flooding out around me, mixing with her own completion. I almost wanted to taste us together, wanted to see what it was like, but there was only so much that we could do in one day, and I figured this was enough of an adventure for her, perhaps she wouldn’t want to see or be involved in that.

  “Oh my god,” she breathed out, sounding surprised that it had felt so good. It swelled my ego, hearing her voice like that, and I was glad that I had brought her to such heights, that I had made her feel so damn good she was like jelly against me afterwards. What surprised me, however, was when I went to pull out of her, her legs clung to me, keeping me inside of her. It made my member twitch in interest, having not gone all the down yet. I rocked against her a little, head tilted.

  “You want something, princess?”

  “Yes. Again. I want you to do it again.”

  I tilted my head at her, not having had expected that sort of reaction from her. I was still hard, could still go again. She had been so against doing this in public, but now she was asking for it again? I guessed that she wasn’t too bent out of shape at the possibility of getting caught this time. Fine by me; I wanted to have her again. She felt so warm, hot, wet around me. She was easily the best thing I’d had and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. I wasn’t going to deny her, if this is what she wanted.

  I did pull out, only to move her from the wall to the sink, making her face it as I stood behind her. My hands found hers, holding them to the porcelain as I had her bent. Her pretty little rear pressed against me, my length nudging against her wet folds. She gasped at the feel of it, pressing back against me insistently.

  Teasing her, I slid the head along her entrance, up and down, though never pressing inside her. I wanted to hear her asking for it again, hell. Maybe even have her begging me for it.

  “Nero,” she said, her voice half in agitation and the other in lust.

  “Well. If it’s what you want…”

  I grip
ped her by her hips, bringing her rear to me as I slammed inside her. I intended on taking her hard this time, making it hard for her to walk without remembering what it was like to have me inside of her. She gasped and moaned loudly, biting on her lip to try and keep in the sounds, but they fell out anyway as thrust wildly into her, taking her like a beast took his claim.

  “Oh my god… don’t stop…”

  She sounded like it was the first time a man had had her this way, like she had never been taken from behind like this. Her walls fluttered and pulsed around me eagerly, her wetness surely getting all over the front of my pants as I had her. I didn’t really care; what mattered was that I had her bent over a sink in front of me, moaning for me to not stop as I laid into her.

  The best part was, was when she began to move with me. Her hips canting back to meet each of my thrusts, letting the sound of skin on skin, wet folds giving to my intrusion, was one of the best things of the day. It felt so good, and the angle had me pressed deep within her, making her spasm tight around me.

  She came a second time, almost collapsing against the sink. I wasn’t finished just then, and pulled her up, tilting her head back so that I could continue as I moved within her. I didn’t stop, unrelenting, until I’d spilled in her again, making a thorough mess of her womanhood as I did. I groaned, panting against her. She’d taken the wind out of me; I still wanted more.

  I stood there with her still wrapped around me for a moment, kissing her as we came down. Her face was beautifully flushed when I pulled away, and I grinned at her.

  “I think you should come back to my place tonight.”

  Intermission

  Elizabeth

  I hadn’t expected an easy time when I sought out his money in exchange for my… services. What I had expected, was to be used as a tool of pleasure, to go grudgingly through the motions until my father’s debts had been paid – not to end up enjoying the things he did to me.