by Linnea May
He used toys on me, he spanked me, he choked me, and most importantly, he fucked me silly, causing my entire body to rock beneath him, my shrieks filling the room as we merged into a sweaty union.
I've missed this, all of this. His blue eyes feasting on me, as his hands travel all over my body, his deep voice hoarsely whispering naughty things into my ear while I shiver beneath his weight.
I can't believe I'm back here.
Everything went so fast that it still feels surreal to me. When he asked if I wanted to repeat our "arrangement" from last year, I didn't hesitate to say yes. I didn't ask any questions, I didn't care if I would be paid again, and I didn't waste a thought about the aftermath. Just like the first time, this will be a one-night deal. And then I will have to leave and get over him.
Again.
I don't want to think about it. It casts a dreadful shadow over everything, and I feel like I'm only ruining things for myself by worrying about the future. I'm so much happier when I cast those thoughts aside.
Even though the conditions of our play are the same as last time, some things are very different than they were last year.
He's different.
Ryan has always struck me as a serious and solemn person, a man who's haunted by a past he will tell me very little about. He wants to come across as cold and obstinate, but I know him well enough to know that's not the entire truth. He has a very soft core. His heart must've been broken before, and that's why he's shielding himself from ever feeling anything with anyone ever again.
That must be it, right?
We flew back here in a private jet, and it offered a level of luxury that I never once imagined for myself. I didn't even try to be nonchalant about it, but gawked around the plane like a little kid, while he watched me. He was oddly serious, even for him, and he's looked tense ever since we finished our little sexual escapade in Griffith Park.
I hiked up there to find myself, and instead I found him. He robbed me of the opportunity to finally get my head clear, to leave him behind and get my life back on track.
And now I'm back exactly where I was a year ago, literally.
I shake my head, the leash rattling against the wooden cross behind me.
No dark thoughts, Laura. Not now. Those are future-Laura's problems. I'm only going to be here for twenty-four hours, and then I'll hop back on a plane to LA. I told Layla I'd be back in a couple of days, but I didn't tell her where I went, or that I went with Ryan. I don't know why I lied to her, but I felt safer this way. If there's any payment involved this time around, it would buy me more time, and give me a second chance to do things right, to go back to college and get my feet back on the ground, just like I intended to a year ago.
It'll be different this time around. It will be better because I'll be different. Even though I didn't do anything significant with my life over the past year, I still grew in my own way.
I'm smarter now. I must be. One learns from experience.
I nod, reassuring myself, and then I hear his footsteps outside. He left the room without saying a word. A part of me hopes he's bringing food.
Orgasms always make me hungry.
I smile at the memory of him saying that, and I know that it's true for me, as well.
The door opens and he walks in, wearing nothing but a dark pair of pants. His marvelous chest is still glistening with sweat from our play, and I blush at the idea of wanting to lick it off of him.
He hasn’t brought us any food, but instead he’s brought a bottle of chilled champagne.
I smile up at him. "A treat for me, master?"
The smile he casts me is laced with an affection that bores deeply into my heart. He came back for me, even though he said he wouldn't. He was very emphatic about needing a different girl every year. Maybe it was a lie – or maybe he realized that he really does care for me?
I want to believe the latter, especially now as he's approaching me, his blue eyes piercing into mine. He pops the cork, not minding the champagne bubbling out of the bottle as he moves it up to my lips. I eagerly taste the golden liquid, the bubbles coating the walls of my mouth and the delicate taste filling my insides with pleasure.
I'm only allowed to take a few small sips before he removes the bottle from my lips. He takes a sip of the bubbly himself before placing the neck of the bottle at my collarbone and slowly beginning to pour the champagne over my tits. The liquid is cold and it tickles my skin as it bubbles across my chest and down my stomach.
But the sensation is nothing compared to the thrill that spreads through my core when he leans forward to lick it off my skin.
Chapter 34
Ryan
I suck and lick the champagne off her nipples, relishing the sweet moans that escape soulfully from her quivering lips. She's been back in my arms for a little less than a day, and I have barely left her side since our eyes first reconnected on that hill in Los Angeles.
It was supposed to be the last time I saw her, a goodbye glance and a way for me to convince myself that she's nothing special. The unfortunate thing was, it turned out exactly the opposite.
I should have known. It didn’t work a year ago, and it didn’t work today. She's mine now, and she has no idea what that means.
As my tongue trails along her champagne-soaked skin, I forget everything that's outside that door. Nothing matters but spending time with her. I've fucked her, played with her, touched her in every place imaginable, and yet I feel far from satisfied. I'm as hungry as I was before I got on that plane to California.
"I don't know if I can do it again," she breathes when I unfasten her ankles. "I'm sore."
My only response is a passionate kiss. She moans when my lips press roughly against hers, and I let my imagination debate whether it’s a moan of protest or lust.
I untie her wrists from the cross, leaving the cuffs strapped around her arms, and take a hold of her leash.
"On your knees, doll."
She casts me a quick, insecure look but obediently lowers herself to the floor.
Is she afraid of me?
She should be.
I lead her over to the bed, walking backwards so I can enjoy the view of her crawling, completely naked and exposed. She hollows her bruised back as she inches along, even though it has to be painful, to please me.
"Good girl," I praise, and even though she keeps her face lowered, I can tell by the way her ears shift that she's smiling.
I walk until the edge of the bed hits the back of my legs, and I instinctively bend my knees to sit.
"Come here," I tell her, patting my thigh. "Sit up here on my lap."
She tilts her head back, her gaze seeking mine for reassurance. Laura doesn't move, though, until I give her another nudge by yanking at the leash. I'm beginning to think she enjoys it a little too much. Her reluctance doesn't feel natural.
She climbs up and onto my lap, her long legs shaking as she straddles me. I let go of the leash and place my hands on her ass, scooting her closer to my crotch and pushing her bare entrance up tight against the hardness caged in my pants. The smile she casts suggests she's very happy to see me this excited, even after all we've done already.
"See, this is what you do to me, doll," I tell her in a gravelly voice filled with arousal. "You leave me hard at all times, always wanting more."
She blushes, and when she tries to avert her eyes, I stop her by placing my index finger under her chin.
"Don't be shy. Just make sure you take care of it, just like I take care of my little doll."
"Yes, master," she whispers. She nibbles at her lower lip, still struggling to maintain eye contact with me. "But I'm sore. I think I need a break."
"You're getting one right now," I assure her. "That's why my cock is not buried deep inside of you, where it belongs. I'm letting you rest on my lap."
She nods. I don't stop her when she lowers her eyes again, absentmindedly stroking my chest with both of her hands. She traces the lines of the muscles I've spent so much
time and effort building and maintaining. My addictive nature isn’t limited to women; it consumes every aspect of my life. When I cut out one very consuming part of my life – sex – it leaves me with plenty of time to indulge in developing a body like this. I weight lift like I fuck – relentlessly and with drive.
"I... took a really long break after we were together last time," my doll whispers in a voice so low that it's barely audible. She raises her gaze back to mine, making sure that I'm listening to her. "I didn't play with anyone since you."
I smile at her and feel a strange sensation in my chest. I don't know if what she says is true, but if it is, I can't deny it fills me with relief.
"So, no boyfriend, huh?" I ask her. "What a waste."
She clears her throat, visibly uncomfortable.
"Well, there was someone, a boyfriend," she admits. "But we never..."
A sharp sting pierces my heart.
"Why are you telling me this? You don't have to, you know that, right?"
She shakes her head.
"No, sure, I know that," she says. "But I wanted to tell you."
"It doesn't matter," I say. "If you want to tell me something, tell me what else you've been up to. Tell me something other than about having a boyfriend who you claim you didn't fuck-"
"I didn't!" she insists, widening her eyes in a mix of panic and frustration. "You have to believe me! I couldn't! I didn't want to, so I-"
"It's fine," I interrupt again, pinching the soft cheeks of her ass. She jerks up at the burst of pain, but it stops her rambling right away.
"Tell me what else you did? I couldn't find out anything about holding a job or attending college."
She furrows her eyebrows in shock. "Did you stalk me?"
I let out a mischievous chuckle. "Doll, how do you think I found you? Of course, I stalked you. I had to find you, and I have my ways."
The frown stays on her face for a few more seconds before she decides to let it go, searching fruitlessly for an answer to my question.
"I paid off my debt," she says. "All of it. It was quite a lot."
I remember her telling me about her mother and how she quit college to be with her, to care for her, just to see her wither away and die. She's as motherless as I am, but her loss somehow seems more profound, even to me. I lost my mother long before I even had a chance to remember her. I was way too young when she passed, and I never knew a life with her in it. Laura knows such a life, what it was like to have a mother, but she's been robbed of it.
She told me that she's okay, but I know she isn't. No one is such a short time after losing one's mother so tragically. No one. Not even my doll, the little warrior.
"What about college?" I ask her. "Did you go back to California to give school another chance?"
She sighs. "Maybe. I don't know. I didn't do it, though. To be honest, I didn't really do anything."
A pause fills the air between us with tense silence. I don't know what to tell her, and I don't know if there's anything else she wants to tell me. Was she about to make a drastic change in her life, but my appearance kept her from doing it?
"I'm sorry," she whispers eventually, surprising me.
"You're sorry? For what?"
She shrugs.
"I feel like I've let you down," she says. "Like... I should have done something meaningful with your money."
"It's your money," I insist. "And doll, you don't have to worry about letting me down. You didn't. I don't think you ever could."
The smile that appears on her face carries with it a shade of sadness. "Thank you, master."
The idea of her letting me down seems so absurd that I can't even grasp it. It's beyond my comprehension.
Me, on the other hand? I may very well be the one letting her down.
Big time.
Chapter 35
Laura
My break is over. I can sense it by the way his demeanor changes. He's still far from satisfied and only allowed for a little break to let me catch my breath - and to draw some information from me that I'm not sure I should have shared.
He may say that I'm not capable of letting him down, but I don't share that sentiment. Once again, I remind myself that I intend to do things differently this time. Once he sends me back home, I will get my life back on track, for real this time. And the next time I decide to take a contemplative hike, I‘ll be forced to really think things through.
I'm pulled back to the present when his hands start edging along the side of my body, barely touching my skin, but leaving a tickle that's nothing short of electric.
"Get down, doll," he whispers into my ear. "On your knees in front of me."
I comply with his command, climbing down from his lap and hunching down on my heels in front of him, his bulge resting right in front of my face. He leans back, supporting himself with his muscular arms and then nods toward me. He's holding the end of the leash in his hand again, gently pulling on it to force me forward.
"Show me what a good girl you can be."
I don't need to be told twice, and lift my hands to caress along the inside of his thighs, approaching his hardness. I brush it ever so slightly, deliberately not touching him directly, before my hands hook into the waistband of his pants. It drives him nuts, and I can tell that his impatience won't allow for a lot of teasing.
A smile spreads across my face when I free his thick, throbbing cock. I want to take it between my lips right away, but I restrain myself so I can continue teasing him a little while longer. He's done it to me so many times, and while it comes close to agony at times, the high that one derives from it is worth the effort. I want to make him feel the same way he makes me feel.
Instead of sucking on him – as I'm sure he wants me to – I continue caressing him with the tips of my fingers, traveling up his pelvic muscles and lower back, drawing circles around his erection, barely touching him in the process. His breathing is frantic, growing in intensity with every moment that passes, and every time I close in on his seeping cock, he shivers with anticipation. He’s hard enough to hammer nails.
"Suck on it," he commands in a dry voice.
I'm inclined to oblige right away because that's what feels right when he lords over me like this, but I fight the urge. I throw him a mischievous smile, leaning forward and opening my mouth, but stopping right before my lips touch the tip of his hard cock. I stick out my tongue and draw a desperate groan from him as I lick along his shaft. I keep my touch light as possible, slowly tracing all the way down to his sensitive balls. I repeat the process a few times, and every time my lips come close to the tip of his swollen head, I notice him jerking his hips forward frantically, desperate for me to swallow him into my mouth.
When I finally do, he lets out a desperate groan so deep that it almost scares me. He places one hand at the back of my head, guiding me as if he was afraid I'd let go of him too soon. It's only a matter of seconds before he claims control again, his fist closing around a swatch of my hair and pushing me down on his length until my lips almost meet his groin. His tip is pushing against the back of my throat, robbing me of the ability to breathe. I start choking and gagging, my eyes watery with salty tears.
"That's a good girl," he breathes, releasing me only for a second to catch my breath before shoving his length inside my mouth again, holding me in place with a firm hand at the base of my head.
I'm surprised when he lets go of me. I shoot him a confused look through my teary eyes when he jumps up, hooking his arms under my armpits and scooting me up so quickly that my legs are barely able to follow through on the motion.
He throws me onto the bed, telling me to get on all fours in front of him.
"Show me that ass," he orders, adding a hearty slap to his words, and I instinctively bury my face into the sheets.
I squeal in agony when he parts my tender lips to let a thick finger slide inside my swollen entrance. My body is not used to so much physical exertion, and I'm so sore that I'm actually afraid to have him fuck m
e again.
But, as it turns out, he has other plans.
He withdraws his finger from my core quickly, and the next thing I feel is his soft tongue, lapping against my clit as his slick finger moves elsewhere. I tense up when he begins to massage my tight hole, which he regards with a gentle slap between my thighs.
"Relax, doll," he breathes out, his warm breath tickling the skin between my legs.
I can feel the heat rushing back to my cheeks. He's played with that area before – placed toys there, small toys that vibrated inside of me while he made me walk around, or bent me over to fuck me like a savage beast. I could handle those toys, but I know that today, he's preparing me for something else. For him.
The thought of having to accommodate his enormous swollen cock inside my ass is a whole other story, and daunting to say the least. I don't know if I can do it.
He reminds me to relax again, his finger slowly intruding my clenched tightness. He continues sucking on my clit with such intensity that pleasure wins out over pain, even when he adds another finger to stretch my tight hole. I lean back into his touch, feeling my body transitioning from agony to euphoric lust, as he continues licking on my tender and swollen nub.
When he withdraws from my entrance, I'm no longer in fear of his cock, but instead crave having it inside me. I lean back, moaning in appreciation as he wets the tip of his erection with my juices. He moves to my puckered hole, teasing it with the wet tip of his cock, and I can’t stop myself from moaning in need, so ready to take him inside me.
"Such an eager little doll I have," he murmurs behind me. "Do you want me to fuck your tight ass, doll?"
I blush, hiding my face in the silk sheets, as if I could wipe my shame away on them.
"Doll, you know what will happen if you don't answer me," he warns, his cock still teasing my ass.
"Yes," I reply. "Yes, master."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck my ass," I whimper. "Please."
