Chapter Three
The meal was a blur. At some point around the time dinner arrived, Colt took the handcuff off of my wrist and led me to the dining table, his hand on the small of my back like a threat and a promise all at once. The food was exquisite, but I couldn’t remember what I had eaten moments after I swallowed it. My whole body was aware of Jonathan Colt’s presence nearby; I was uncomfortably aware of how naked I was, sitting at his table. As soon as we had finished eating, Colt led me into an enormous bathroom, complete with a separate bath and shower, and herded me into the shower enclosure ahead of him. His hands were all over me again, lathering soap, paying special attention to my breasts and ass—I squirmed as his fingers worked along the cleft of my ass cheeks, spreading them slightly and pressing just against my asshole, and he smirked. “Not today, I think,” he said, turning me around to rinse me off. He put the bar of soap in my hands and I washed his body, at his instruction taking my time cleaning his cock until he was hard again. He snaked a hand up between my legs and fingered me quickly, playing with my clit until I was gasping again.
“Turn around,” he told me in a murmur. He pushed on my back carefully until I bent over double, touching the floor of the shower, and pressed his cock up against my wet pussy, sliding in with a long, low moan. I tried to keep a grip on the slippery tiles as he thrust into me slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of him fill me up. “Who do you belong to?” he asked me in that calm, cool voice, even as he slammed his cock so deeply inside of me I cried out.
“You,” I managed to say, half-whimpering. Colt fucked me hard and fast, reaching around my hip to tease my clit with his fingers and quickly commanding me to come for him again. My legs felt like jelly by the time I felt his cock twitching inside me, his come emptying into me in a hot rush.
He made me lay down on the couch in the living area, wrapped up in a towel as big as an afgan to dry. My whole body was tingling with pleasure, my hips aching and my breasts sore, but I felt more satisfied than I had ever felt in my entire life. Colt left the room for a few moments, a towel draped around his hips. I would never admit it to him but I stared at his lean, muscular body as he walked away, remembering the feeling of his cock inside of me, my nipples echoing the pain and pleasure of his hands and the clothespins.
I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up with a start, my hair was dry, scattered all over. The towel had fallen away, leaving me exposed to the bright morning light coming in through the windows. Colt came downstairs and gave me a little smile before walking into the office. He walked back into the living room with the briefcase and a bundle of clothes. “I can hardly have you leaving the building naked,” he explained, handing them to me. I got dressed quickly. Colt handed me the money.
“How do you know I won’t just take the money and run?” I asked him. Colt laughed.
“You wouldn’t dare, Alyssia,” he replied, turning away from me and walking back into his office. I tried to come up with something to say to that, but I couldn’t. He was right. I took a deep breath and started toward the door.
Ashley Spector
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