Skylina
Marianna was every bit as excited as I was when I told her how the audition went. As I was leaving her home, she pressed an envelope into my hand. Giving her a puzzled look, she only shrugged and then winked.
Now I’m on the subway, headed back downtown. I want to open the envelope, but I want to wait until I have some privacy. As I sit and think, my phone vibrates. When I check it, I see it’s from J.D. with instructions for tonight’s client. Oh for Pete’s sake. I’m meeting George and he wants to do his doggie act. Dear God. Not tonight. I’m so not in the mood to walk him around his apartment in that damn harness and leash he loves so much. Good lord, where does he come up with this shiz?
Running up the steps to my old place to check on my mom, I walk inside and call out her name. No answer. “Mom!”
I open the door to her bedroom and walk into something I wish I hadn’t. She’s in bed with some dude and it’s not pretty.
“Get the fuck out of here you slut!” she screams.
I back out of the room, shutting the door behind me. Oh, God. It never dawned on me that she still did that. She always seems so drugged out that … ick. I have to stop thinking about it.
When I get back to my/Ryder’s place, I plop on the couch. The whole idea of what I just saw makes me want to puke. But then I remember the letter Marianna gave me. Digging through my backpack, it’s in my hands and I’m tearing it open. It’s a note card and when I unfold it, a necklace falls out.
My Dear Skylina,
I’m so proud of you for taking the plunge and going to the audition. It takes courage to wade through a crowd and force yourself to do something you find uncomfortable. But I promise the more you do it, the easier it will become. Whether or not anything becomes of this one, I think you’re a true winner. Please take this necklace. It was given to me a long time ago when I was just beginning my career in ballet. A dear friend gave it to me as a good luck charm. And now I’m passing it to you. It worked wonders for me and I’m hoping it will do the same for you.
Much love,
Marianna
I pick up the necklace and inspect it. It’s a delicate gold chain that has a pair of ballet slippers hanging from it. It’s beautiful in its simplicity. I’ll treasure it for two reasons. One, because it’s from Marianna and perhaps it will bring me some badly needed luck. And two, because no one has ever cared enough for me to give me something so perfect. Well, not since I was a young girl, before my mom started taking drugs and my dad abandoned me. Forcing myself to stop thinking about that, I head to the shower. It’ll be time to meet quirky George soon so I need to get ready for tonight.
The car meets me at Exotique-A and takes me to George’s. My stomach churns with acid. It feels like my first time. This is becoming more and more distasteful to me. We pull up in front of the building and I walk in. Security stops me, as usual, then allows me to pass. The elevator doors open, and the ride to George’s penthouse is silent and smooth. When the doors open into his penthouse, there he sits, on his favorite leather stool. His harness and leash await me.
“Hello George. I’ve been told you’ve been a very bad dog. Is that right?”
“Woof woof.”
Crap, this is going to be a long night.
“Come!” I snap my fingers. George hops off his chair and crawls to me. He stays on all fours as his harness and leash are attached. His eyes follow me as I reach for the riding crop that awaits me. “Now George, are you going to obey your master tonight?” I flick the crop against my palm several times.
“Woof woof.”
“Good. Let’s see how obedient you are. Turn and face away from me.” He does and I start to whip him. I don’t know why George likes to act like a dog. As I whip, he howls like a wolf.
“Ah woo! Ah woo!”
“Roll over George.” He does and his boner pokes straight up in the air. “Ah, George has been a naughty dog. Look what he’s done. He wasn’t supposed to do that.” Clicking my tongue on the roof of my mouth, I lightly whip his boner with the crop. Then I smack his balls. George starts howling like a wolf again. This means he likes it. If he growls, I’m supposed to stop. The weird thing about when George acts like a dog, I don’t really have to do much but spank, whip and smack. Oh, and he likes his ass fucked, but he jacks off while I fuck him with a dildo. How hard is that? Heck, he could do that by himself, but he pays good money for this crap.
“Come on George, it’s time for a walk.” He gets on all fours and I walk him around the apartment, smacking his ass or balls every now and then, just as he likes. When his butt is red, it’s time for his big games.
“I think it’s time for George to have his obedience lesson. What does George think?”
George howls. I scratch his head.
“Does George want to sniff my pussy?”
“Ah woo!”
“Sit.” My voice is firm. George sits. I undress as he watches. When I’m naked, I sit on the floor. “Now come closer,” I say, tugging on his leash. He gets on his belly and inches forward until his face is right in front of my crotch. “Lick me, George.” And he does. I fake my orgasm and George howls.
“George was bad. Very bad. It took waaaaay too long for Lena to come. Now George must pay.”
“Ah woo!”
George has his toy set out along with his lube. I get it all ready and I tell him, “George cannot touch himself until Lena tells him to. Or George gets punished.”
Out comes the crop again and I slap him repeatedly until he squirms. His ass is red and must be stinging, but he’s moaning like crazy. When I slap his balls, his groans get even deeper. Then in goes the dildo. George has ceased his howling and is groaning and gurgling so loudly, it’s a damn good thing we’re in a penthouse.
“Do not touch yourself George or Lena stops.” He can come either way. But I like to prolong this. It means an extra hundred bucks for me.
“Roll over George.” He flips on his back. I twirl the dildo and tell him, “Jack off George.” His hand grabs his boner and in two seconds, he shoots his wad. In another two minutes he’ll be asleep.
“Get up George. Now.”
He stands.
“You can go to bed now.” He staggers to his room.
Five minutes pass. I get dressed and walk into his room. Sure enough, there he lies, face down, sound asleep, dildo still intact. I take the money from the nightstand. He’s left me another five hundred in tips. But I have to wonder if George will ever make it to bed after he takes the dildo out of his ass. How the hell can he sleep with that thing in there? It doesn’t seem to bother him though. He’s out like a light.
Closing the door behind me I head down to the car that waits for me. Handing J.D.’s share of the money to the driver, I hop out at Exotique-A and decide to walk home. It’s a nice night and it’s not too far.
When I walk in the door, I gasp when arms come around me and pull me close. As soon as I smell him, I know it’s Ryder.
“You scared the crap out of me.”
“Mmm,” he says as he nudges me with his nose. “Get cleaned up.” We haven’t been together in this sense in a while and immediately, my core becomes damp and my belly tightens. He knows where I’ve been. It’s written on his face. Yet he’s here.
“Now, Skylina.”
Wasting no time, I go straight to the shower, undressing on the way. My routine is the same—turn on the shower, brush my teeth while the water heats, then get in and scrub, scrub, scrub. When I’m done, I open the curtain, and there he stands. He reaches for me and puts his hands on my waist, lifting me out of the tub. I’m dripping water, but no mind. He wraps me in his arms and grabs my bottom lip with his teeth. He bites me. Then rubs his nose on my face. He backs me against the wall, drops to his knees and puts his mouth on my sex. His hand picks up my leg and puts it onto his shoulder, and he tongues me hard and fast to an intense orgasm. My fingers are tucked into the thickness of his hair as I pull him closer to me.
“You taste so fucking
good.” He stands, cups the cheeks of my butt and says, “Wrap your legs around me.” I obey. I briefly think how my role has reversed from my time with George. His hand moves between us, unzipping his jeans. Then I feel the crown of his cock spreading our wetness around. He stops for a second and our eyes lock. Then he bucks into me and, oh gah, every other thought except for Ryder flies out of my mind.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell him. He slams me into the wall over and over as he thrusts into me.
“You like my cock then, huh?”
“Ah, ah.” I can’t answer him because I’m about to come. But he pulls out. Right at that crucial moment. He unwraps my legs and sets me down.
“What the hell, Ryder?”
“You didn’t answer me.”
“I couldn’t. I was about to come.”
“Always answer me, Skylina.”
My mouth hangs open. “Yes. I love your cock! I’ve never felt like this. Ever.”
“None of your clients …”
“No! They don’t get to do this with me.”
Then he spins me around so fast, I don’t see it coming. His cock presses into me and he’s back to where he left off.
“Now tell me how much you love my cock when I’m fucking you, Skylina.”
“I love your cock, Ryder.”
“You love it like this?” And he pumps me hard and then grinds himself against me. His arm comes round me and pulls me into him, and he’s so deep his piercing is hitting me just right.
“Yes. Yes. Ahhhh. Yes.”
Over and over, he thrusts until I come. And then, and I don’t know why he always does this, but right afterwards, he really picks it up. Faster and harder than before. Until I don’t think I can possibly take anymore. His hand slips between my folds and finds my clit. When he rubs it just right, I orgasm again and then he does too. He leans into me and stays there, his warm breath fanning my neck.
“You were made to be fucked, Skylina, but only by me.”
His words startle me. Why does he say things like that? Then his mouth begins a series of light kisses along the back of my neck, down to my shoulder and then my cheek. He pulls his dick out of me and I feel our fluids running down my leg. But his mouth is on mine and I soon forget it. He carries me to the bed and I can’t take my eyes off of him as he strips. He’s perfect.
He stands at the end of the bed and his eyes rake over my body. His hands take my ankles and spread my legs apart. He sees the trail of moisture and he licks his lips.
“Does this repel you or turn you on, Skylina? The thought of me licking this off of you?”
“It turns me on.” It never did before Ryder. I always wanted that stuff off of me. But not with him.
“Good. Because I’d lick it off either way.” His tongue follows the line and he drags it to the apex of my thighs. Then drills straight into my vagina. If his hands weren’t holding me down, I would’ve flown off the bed.
“Skylina, hold still.”
I squirm. He stops and I know exactly what he’s going to do. He gets off the bed and returns with that piece of rope.
“Raise your knees.” I comply. He binds me again, my wrists tied to my ankles. Then he blindfolds me. I’m exposed, yet so turned on. All I want right now is for him to touch me. But he gets up and leaves. At least I think he does because I don’t hear a thing in the apartment.
“Ryder?” No answer.
I’m not sure how much time goes by but suddenly I feel something ice cold enter my opening. Then a warm tongue is on me, licking me, sucking me. I writhe. Then he’s gone again. Soon he’s back, repeating this torture, until I quiver at the tiniest touch.
He runs something soft along my arm and I moan. Then I feel it on my foot. Then he whispers, “Suck my cock, Skylina.”
I’m so greedy for anything right now, I eagerly open my mouth and take him all the way into my throat. He moves in and out, but then I feel his mouth on me, tonguing and sucking, and I groan. Soon he pulls out and I whimper at the loss of him. Fingers enter me. Massaging me, pressing me in every way that’s right. Every nerve ending is on fire for him.
He turns me over. My ass is in the air. I’m at the point where I don’t care what he does. I need release of any kind. But he still only plays with me. Something cold travels the length of my spine and then I cry out as it enters me. He rubs my ass and then smacks it. It hurts so good. I never thought I’d feel like this. Each stinging slap elicits a louder moan until I finally cry out.
“Please. I need you. I need your cock inside of me.”
“Where do you want it, Skylina?”
“I don’t care!” I cry. And it’s the truth. I don’t. He can do whatever he wants right now because I’m so damn turned on I can only think of how good it will feel when he enters me and is inside of me.
“One day, Skylina, I’m going to fuck you in both places at the same time. But not tonight.”
“Yes! Tonight. Do it. I need it. Please.” I beg him to.
Right as I finish begging he pounds his cock into me so hard, I scream.
“Ohmigodohmigod!” I keep crying out. He’s never fucked me this hard, at least my mind is so numb with want right now I can’t remember if he has.
He’s kneels behind me and presses himself so close against me as I climax. I tremble all over, it’s so violent. But he keeps on going, not slowing a bit. It’s as if I never came. I’m about to cry out when another one rips into me and it keeps coming.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah.” I’m caught in a cycle of short bursts of them and they finally quit, leaving me a boneless heap.
“Damn, babe. You just fucking multipled on me.” He’s breathing like he ran a marathon. “Always knew you were made for fucking.”
Right now, I’m so exhausted I can’t think straight. He’s pushed me to my limits. Correction. He took me beyond any limits I had previously been up against. My body is limp and my eyes close. I don’t even feel it when he unties me.
My nose twitches. Is that coffee I smell? What is this? A ferking Folger’s commercial or something? That thought makes me giggle because if it were, it would be an X-rated one. When I open my eyes, I’m butt-assed naked and sprawled across the bed. Yep. An X-rated one for sure.
The next thing I see is Ryder, standing next to the bed, wearing nothing but his jeans. The top button is undone and they ride low on his hips, exposing much of his toned six-pack, including his V. My tongue licks my lips.
“Coffee?”
“Mmm.” I reach for the cup, but I’d rather have him. When he doesn’t move, I decide to be bold. “Here.” I hand him the cup back and sit up. My hand hooks into the waist of his jeans and I pull him towards me as I sit up. I slowly unzip him, watching his eyes take in the scene. My mouth takes him in and I give him a super duper morning special. When I lift my eyes, I let out a tiny giggle. He’s watching me with a smile on his face, but he still has the coffee cup in his hand.
“You wanna do something with that?” I ask.
“With this?” he points to the cup, “or with this,” he points to his semi-stiff cock.
“Hmm, tough choice. Though I may have sucked the life out of him.”
“We’ll see about that,” he says as he sets the cup down. Then he jerks my butt to the edge of the bed. “Let’s see if you still think so after this.”
My thighs are spread wide and his fingers start to tease me. “Damn, Skylina. Are you always this soaked?”
“Only when you’re around.”
He raises my ankles and starts to tease me with his dick. I feel the cool metal of his piercing as he circles my clit with his head. And then he drives it home. Gah, this man knows how to fuck. He holds my hands and uses them to find the right rhythm as he thrusts into me, over and over until I climax. And like he always does, right afterward he picks up speed and takes it to the next level. He knows my body better than I. He must have some kind of cock radar, or maybe it’s pussy radar, because he knows exactly at which threshold the pleasure-pain begins and
that’s where he always hovers. And it’s where I crumble into one giant orgasmic mess.
After he comes, he lowers my legs and falls onto the bed next to me. He nuzzles my neck and then laughs. “Fucking you is like going to the carnival, Skylina.”
“What?” I’m not sure if this is a compliment or an insult.
“Oh, babe. It’s like being inundated with a million different sensory experiences. All for the first time. Every time we have sex, I’m blown away. Like the first time I went to the carnival. You know, tasting cotton candy for the first time. Or riding the Ferris wheel and seeing everything from up high in the sky. Or biting into a funnel cake. That’s what you do to me.”
“The carnival, huh?”
“Yeah. The carnival. Fucking amazing.”
“I’ve never been.”
He raises up on his elbow. “What?”
“I’ve never been to the carnival.”
“Never?”
“No. Never.”
“But …”
“Ryder, my parents split when I was seven. They had issues before then. My dad left and my mom went sort of nuts. She was a pharmacist at the hospital and that’s when all the drug use started. I don’t know if she’d been using before, but it escalated when he left. Then she got caught. The hospital fired her and she was charged with stealing with the intent to sell and trafficking. She went to prison. I moved in with my dad and his new wife. The new wife hated me because I wasn’t part of her plan. She made up lies about me. Said I slapped her and …” I take a deep breath and rub my eyes because they’ve become blurred with tears. “She accused me of stealing money. It was rough. My dad believed her, of course. Why would he ever believe his twelve-year-old daughter?” Sarcasm oozes out of me and though I try to pretend it doesn’t hurt me anymore, it always gouges into my heart. Guess I’m not very good at covering it up. “Anyway, my mom got out on good behavior when I was fourteen. So that’s when I went back to her. There were no carnivals. No picnics. No holidays. We had Christmas a few years, that I can remember. But I never got to dress up for Halloween. Never went on an Easter egg hunt. So yeah, no carnivals for me.”
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