Max

by Tara Crescent

  That must be convenient, I think archly, then I grow a little tired with myself. Grow up, Sadie, I scold myself. This is what comes with the territory if you hire an escort for sex. Stop obsessing about every little thing.

  It’s hard not to obsess, however. At dinner, I’d almost forgotten what he does for a living. It was easy to pretend that we were on a date, getting to know each other.

  But this is a business transaction, and I need to remember it.

  * * *

  “You look unhappy.” His voice is quiet in the elevator.

  “I’m not,” I demur. “This is new to me, that’s all.”

  “What is?”

  “Hiring an escort.” I twirl a strand of my hair between my fingers and stare straight ahead. “I’ve never been quite this… brazen.”

  “Brazen’s a really bad word,” he mutters, leaning close to me, his mouth at my earlobe. “Why don’t you think of what you are doing as proactive? You have a problem and rather than whine and moan about it, you’re solving it.”

  “Proactive.” I test that word out on my tongue as the elevator arrives on our floor, and I grin. “I like that.”

  “Good.” He flashes me a look that sparks desire all throughout my body. “I have plans for you tonight, Sadie Sterling,” he says, moving close to me in the corridor. “Plans that involve touching every bit of your soft skin, tasting every sweet inch of your body. I’m going to have you screaming my name more times than you can count tonight. I’m going to make you come, over and over again, until you are limp and sated. Are you ready?”

  My nipples resemble hard erasers, and my pussy is wet with lust. Does that mean I’m ready? I’m still not sure if my mind thinks this is a good idea, but my body is entirely on board with Cole’s agenda.

  Cole opens the hotel room door and gestures me ahead. I enter the massive space and stop almost dead in the doorway. The room is huge, luxurious. This isn’t a normal room at the Fairmont Royal York – this is a suite. Every table holds a vase of flowers. Candles blaze from every corner of the room. And in the center of the room, dominating the space is a massive, four-poster bed.

  “Cole,” I whisper. “This is beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you.” He barely glances up before his gaze returns to me. “Your dress is lovely, Sadie.” He pauses for a second. “Take it off.”

  This is it. This is the point of no return. I’m about to have sex with Cole Mitchell.

  “Sadie,” he repeats, his tone firm. “Dress. Off.”

  I lift my chin up at his tone and glare at him. “Are you going to be this bossy the entire night?”

  “Yes.” He shoots me a cocky grin, then his eyes soften. “Anytime you aren’t comfortable, just tell me, okay?”

  At his concern, my doubts melt away. I reach around my back to unzip the dress, and let it drop to the floor. Underneath, I’m wearing my prettiest bra and panties, in preparation for this moment. Red lace bra, red lace thong. I reach behind me to unhook the bra strap when his hand closes over mine.

  “Stop.” There’s heat in his eyes as he takes in my almost-naked body. “So beautiful,” he says. “One day, Sadie, I want to draw you.”

  “You draw?”

  He gives me a peculiar look. “Yes,” he says. I’m about to ask him about it, the chatter a mask over my nerves, but he puts his finger on my lips. “Ask me your questions later,” he orders, a thread of steel in his voice. “For now, just be here in the room.”

  I stand where I am as he circles me slowly, his gaze a warm caress over my skin. “This view of you,” he says, “is spectacular.” His hand brushes my lips and I moan as pure pleasure cascades through me. “Look at those nipples.” His thumb caresses the engorged buds through the lace, and my breath catches in my throat. “Begging for my touch.” He squeezes the bud closest to him, hard, and I gasp out.

  “What’s wrong, Sadie? Too much for you?” His smile is cocky. He’s entirely aware of the effect he’s having on me. The fabric of my panties is plastered against my vagina, and I feel like I’m about to combust with my need.

  “No,” I bite out. God, it’s been a long time since I had sex, and I can’t wait. “Fuck foreplay. I want your cock in me.”

  His expression turns stern. “You aren’t in charge here, sweetie. One more order from you and I’ll put you over my knee and spank that pretty ass of yours until it’s nice and pink.” His clever fingers undo the clasp of my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor. “Fuck, you are gorgeous.”

  My head spins from the lust running through my blood. My face is flushed at the idea of a spanking, of being pulled over Cole’s lap, my naked skin in contact with the rough denim of his jeans.

  “Tell me what you are thinking,” he says, moving even closer to me with a gleam in his eyes. “Tell me what’s putting that look in your eyes.”

  “I like the thought of being spanked,” I admit, blushing as I do so. My pussy aches with sharp, painful need. I need his dick in me.

  His expression turns predatory. “Oh, I’m sure we can arrange that. In due time. Right now however….” His hand trails over my body, curving around my waist, sliding down to my hips, then he yanks my thong down to my knees. “Step out of it,” he growls.

  I obey with unseemly haste, and his expression turns satisfied. “Very good,” he purrs approvingly. “Now, walk over to the bed. Lie on your back, and spread your legs wide for me. I want to see your aching cunt before I fill it with my cock.”

  Oh God oh God oh God. The orders, the dirty talk, it’s all too much. The room spins around me as I take halting steps toward the bed. The silk of the duvet cover is cool against my back as I lie down. My face heats as I part my legs for Cole, just as he’s told me to. My pussy clenches with need and I dare a look at his face.

  His expression is filled with raw heat. “So fucking wet,” he rasps, his voice rough. He stalks toward me like a predator seeking prey. Before he reaches the bed, he detours to a dresser and pulls four silk scarves out of the drawer. “I’m going to tie you up, Sadie.”

  A flash of desire shocks my system. This is so dark, so naughty, so forbidden. So necessary. “Yes.”

  I tremble uncontrollably as he takes my ankle in his hand and wraps a scarf around it, before tying it to one of the bedposts. “Are you nervous?” His voice is soothing. “Don’t be. It’s just a game. It stops whenever you want.”

  “I’m not nervous,” I whisper. “It’s too much. I need… aah...” I cry sharply as his thumb flicks at my nub. “Cole…”

  “Shh.” He transfers his attention to my other ankle, securing it to the other bedpost. My legs are spread wide open, my pussy on display for him. I’m dripping wet, and I’m probably going to ruin the duvet cover, though I can’t seem to make myself care.

  “Now, your wrists,” he says, moving over my body to reach at my arms.

  He’s still fully dressed. As he straddles me to tie my hands, I can’t help but notice the massive bulge under his jeans. “Please get naked,” I beg. “I want you.”

  His expression darkens. “Remember what I said about orders, Sadie?” He tweaks my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and a bite of pain rushes through me. “You’ve just earned yourself that spanking you begged for.” His gaze turns amused as he takes in my captive, spread body. “But first, I need to feel your pussy clench around my fingers. I’m going to make you come so hard that you won’t remember your name at the end of it.”

  The tips of his fingers trail down my body in the lightest of caresses, and I can’t help it, I arch my back in a mute plea for more. “So impatient,” he observes. “What’s your hurry, Sadie?”

  “It’s been more than a year,” I confess, the blood rushing to my face as I reveal the extent of my need. “A vibrator can only do so much.”

  “Mmm.” He moves between my legs, his breath catching as he gazes down on my exposed pussy. “Sadie,” he whispers harshly, his tone ragged. His thumb grazes against my bundle of nerves, a
nd I scream. My body thrums and pulses with sensation as his fingers stroke me, over and over again. His touch is sure, even, and I writhe on the bed, helpless with pleasure. I’m shaking all over, pulling at my bindings, restless, consumed. It’s too much, I can’t take it, I’m going to explode…

  Then I feel his tongue sweeping over my clitoris. My hands fist into the duvet and every muscle in my body stiffens. His beard prickles against my inner thighs, adding another dimension of sensation. “Cole,” I breathe.

  “Yes, Sadie?” His voice is muffled against my pussy. His fingers piston in and out of my wet pussy, deep, hard, fast, rotating so that each thrust rubs against my g-spot. His tongue continues to strum against my engorged clit. Tidal waves of lust build up until I can’t hold on anymore. I can’t think, I can only feel. Pleasure, more pleasure than I’ve ever felt before pulses through my body until I break apart, screaming Cole’s name.

  “This,” I hear him say, his voice a purr of pure male satisfaction, “is only the beginning.”

  * * *

  I’m completely sated, and he’s still fully dressed. It’s time to do something about this.

  “Untie me?” I murmur. He smiles warmly at me and does as I ask. When I’m free, I sit up and pull him toward me. “I know you’re in charge and everything, but…” My fingers slide down his hard abs and close around the hem of his t-shirt. “It’s time to take this off.”

  His expression is amused. “Is it?” he asks, his voice smooth as honey.

  “Yes, it really is.” Ever since I saw him, half-naked in a towel, I’ve yearned to see him completely nude. Throughout the day, I’ve touched myself while thinking inappropriate thoughts about what he’s going to do to me. It’s way, way past time.

  I tug the t-shirt over his head and fling it to a corner of the room. My hands quickly travel to the waistband of his jeans, my fingers working at the button and the zipper, pulling at it desperately until Cole relents. “Let me guess, Sadie,” he teases. “You want me to take my jeans off?”

  He stands up and slides the jeans and his briefs down at the same time. My throat goes dry as I take him in. He’s massive. Hung. He’s big enough that he’d put professional porn stars to shame.

  Once again, I find myself gaping at him with my mouth open. And once again, he’s laughing at me. His eyes twinkle and his lips twitch. “That’s a very flattering reaction.”

  “Mmm.” My hand reaches out of its own accord and closes over the base of his shaft. God, he’s so big. My fingers can barely meet around him. I can’t imagine how he’s going to fit inside me, but at the same time, I’m so ready for him to try.

  I stroke him, pleased as a cat when he closes his eyes and groans at my touch. “Sit up,” I order. He made me come. It seems only fair to reciprocate.

  “Still with the orders,” he chides.

  His eyes widen as I slide off the bed and get on my knees on the floor. The lust in my body is doing my thinking for me. The words spill out, the right words, the perfect words. “Cole, I want to suck you. Taste you. Please…”

  His cock jerks at my words. I stay on my knees, my hands on my thighs, waiting for permission. Permission that comes readily enough. “Oh God Sadie,” he grits out. “You are fucking amazing, you know that?” His hand curls around the back of my head, pulling me closer to his perfect cock. “Suck it,” he orders.

  I’ve never been happier to obey. My mouth falls open, and I close my lips around him, swirling my tongue around the head. He groans and tightens his grip on my hair. “Deeper,” he urges, and I nod and try to fit more of him in my mouth. He’s huge, and I have to fight against the urge to gag, but it’s so worth it. I feel helpless and consumed by him, and I feel powerful.

  His hands tug at my hair, setting the pace. I moan as my mouth is completely filled by him. It’s so good. He grunts with pleasure and whispers my name, and his fingers stroke my hair, my cheek, the curve of my throat. It’s intense. Blood pounds in my ears and my fingers dig into my thighs. He thrusts and I suck, hard and steady, until I hear him shout out my name. He spurts down my throat and I swallow every drop.

  I’m so turned on right now. So keyed up by his reaction to me. So ready for more. “So,” I drawl, unable to keep myself from sounding smug, “is this when I get spanked?”

  His strong hands hoist me onto the bed and I’m positioned so that I’m lying over his lap, face pressed against a pillow, legs half-dangling on the floor. His palms caress the curve of my ass, and his fingers graze my skin softly. “Oh yes, Sadie,” he says, his voice stern. “It is absolutely time for you to get spanked.”

  * * *

  The thing is, I’ve never been spanked.

  Certainly not by my parents, who were academics that didn’t believe in corporal punishment. Not that I ever gave them any cause for grief. I was a very well-behaved child.

  I’m not being well-behaved now at all.

  Cole captures my wrists in one hand, and holds them in place behind my back. “Are you a bad girl, Sadie?” He sounds amused. His other hand strokes the flesh that’s awaiting punishment. “How many spanks do you think you deserve?”

  “None,” I hiss defiantly.

  His laugh is rich and carefree. So sexy. “I don’t think so, baby,” he says. “You’ve been very naughty. Refusing to follow instructions, even after repeated warnings…” His fingers trace the seam of my slit. “I think you like the idea of being spanked,” he accuses me. “Your pussy is so wet, so ready for my cock…”

  Smack. His broad palm delivers a stinging stroke on my left ass cheek. Startled, I yelp and wriggle in his grip, but his hold on me tightens. “That’s just one spank, Sadie.” Smack. A matching spank lands on my right ass cheek, then he strokes the ache away. Pleasure sweeps through me at his touch and I squirm again, oddly desperate for the next spank.

  “Somebody likes this, doesn’t she?” Another firm stroke causes sharp pain to bloom at the spot of contact. Pleasure follows as he rubs away the ache, then he repeats the spank-rub-stroke sequence once again.

  I feel everything so clearly. Each spank, each touch. Each caress. My skin feels tender, heated. The burn is exquisite. The pain is perfect. I never knew it could be so good.

  My legs part restlessly, and he chuckles at my unsubtle invitation. “You want your pussy spanked?” he growls. “Is that what you are telling me, Sadie?”

  He could spank my pussy. I feel a prickle of curiosity. What would that feel like? Am I daring enough to find out?

  I am. Tonight, I am a risk taker and an adventurer. Tonight, I’m ready to embrace every possibility. I’m ready to go down the path less travelled. I want to seek the forbidden; I want to find my inner dark side.

  “Yes,” I gasp. “Spank my pussy.”

  His hand collides against my core, and a starburst of pain erupts. Then his fingers push into my pussy and he pumps them in and out of me. Fast, hard, until the pain is replaced by a familiar tightening.

  I push back against his hand, shamelessly rubbing against him as I focus on the rising tide of sensation in my pussy. God, this is beyond amazing. I’ve heard about multiple orgasms, but I’ve always thought of them as a myth. This is real though. This is happening. I’m ready to shatter, the desire too much to contain, and I can’t hold back. “Please…” I sob.

  “Come for me, Sadie.”

  And with those words, I unravel. My vision goes dark as I reach the point of no-return and tip over. “Cole,” I pant, digging my nails into my palms. “Oh my God, Cole.”

  He moves me. I can feel him set me on my back before reaching for a condom. At last, I want to sob. At long last. He’s huge and hard again, and I can’t wait any longer. My legs fall open and he positions himself over my body. “I’m not going to be gentle,” he says. His voice is ragged. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you will be sore for days.”

  My chin rises in challenge. “Do it.”

  His lips curve into a smile. “Ah Sadie,” he says, leaning forward to kiss my lips with surpri
singly tenderness. “You are so incredible.” Then he thrusts into me in one deep, powerful stroke.

  Oh my god. I’ve never been fucked like this before. So deep, so hard, and so uncontrolled.

  Each stroke causes me to unravel. Each thrust makes me sob as blinding pleasure fills me. I wrap my legs around Cole’s hips, pulling him even closer and deeper into me. “So fucking tight,” Cole groans. “Fuck, Sadie. You feel amazing.”

  He pounds harder, slamming into me. My breath catches on a moan, and I rake my nails down his back, chanting his name. This is beyond sex. This is something else. This is me, being turned inside out, every bit of me exposed to Cole. This is a complete surrender to pleasure.

  This is terrifying.

  But I can’t focus on my fear. My body is in charge, and my orgasm isn’t far away. Cole’s face grimaces in a mask of distorted pleasure. “I’m going to come, Sadie.”

  “Yes,” I moan. I’m so close. My skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. I can’t stop trembling, my need threatening to overflow for a third time. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and so often.

  Cole lifts himself up, his muscles bulging, and his gaze rests on me, sweet and warm. His thumb grazes my lower lip before moving lower to rest over my clitoris. His expression turns wicked. “One more time, Sadie?”

  God, yes. His finger is sure. He knows exactly where to touch me and how hard. In seconds, I’m sobbing and writhing, unable to hold on. Cole’s thrusts speed up, then he stiffens. “Ah fuck Sadie,” he growls. A tidal wave of sensation sweeps over me, over both of us. We both shatter within seconds of each other.

  My pulse is beating like a trapped butterfly. Cole slumps next to me and he pulls me into his arms. I rest with my head on his shoulder and I try to ignore the sense of warmth and comfort that washes over me as he holds me.

  11

  Sadie:

  The next morning, I wake up, consumed with doubt and regret. What have I done?