by Rhea Wilde
“You are mine, Angel. Say the words.”
“I am yours.”
“You are my whore.”
“I am your whore.”
“You are here to do whatever it takes to please me.”
“I am here to do whatever it takes to please you.”
“Good…”
He smirked at me and his eyes narrowed before he took a step back from me. For a second, I was still searching for his lips before I realized he had moved away.
“There’s still the manner of tonight, Angel. How much do I owe you to stay here until the morning?”
I decided that he was already willing to pay me more than enough and that I shouldn’t push him.
“I figure that our agreement is payment enough. Let’s just call tonight on the house.”
“On the house?” he smiled at me. “But I’ve already taken this money out of the safe. It would be a hassle for me to place it back in. Let’s say this…”
He placed a stack down next to the money already on the table.
“Two thousand for tonight,” he said. “And… that dress…”
“Do you like it?” I asked him.
“It’s beautiful. Especially on you. How much was it?”
“Three hundred.”
“And an extra five hundred for the dress.”
I looked at him confused as he approached me once again.
“Five? But the dress was only three, Mr. Livingston.”
“I know,” he said. “This money isn’t for this dress. It’s so you can buy something to replace it with.”
Without warning, he grabbed the top of my dress between his fists and pulled it apart. The sheer silk ripped in half. He had caught me off guard and forced a loud gasp from my lungs. Before I could take in the fact that he had ripped my dress apart and my chest was exposed to him, he rushed his face up to mine and kissed me. A moan squeezed from the side of my mouth as he finished whatever remained of the dress.
Pieces of the fabric fell onto the floor while the remaining tatters rested upon my arms and back. Thomas didn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the inside of my thong panties and tore them away with the same ravenous appetite that destroyed my dress.
Our lips intertwined with one another as he started to fiddle around with his belt buckle. We both feverishly worked his belt off of him and his zipper down. His cock sprang free and it wasn’t a moment too soon.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he picked me up off of the ground. He turned me around and plopped me down onto the table where tonight’s payment was. The stacks of money tumble down all around me as I pushed my palms against the table. Looking into his eyes, I spread my legs as Thomas positioned himself at my opening.
He shoved himself into me and my entire body shuddered with a loud gasp as he started to drill me. He pounded me against the table, driving me into the money that he had just given me. Underneath my palms, I could feel the bills slipping away. My legs were spread. I was doing my best to keep my balance on the table while Thomas drove himself into me over and over.
“Say it…” he moaned to me.
“What?”
“You’re my whore.”
“I…. ummm… I’m you’re whore…”
“Your body is mine.”
“My body… uhhh… is yours…”
I could barely get the words out in between moans. I looked into his eyes at the raw sexual focus emanating from them. We exchanged no more words. Our sharp breaths confirmed the agreement we had just made. I was on the clock for ten days and already Thomas was putting me to work.
But getting toyed with like this was a more enjoyable experience than I’d ever had. I could feel the corners of one of the stacks of money digging into my ass. When I thought about what it was I started to grin slightly which forced Thomas to drive himself into me even harder.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and held onto him. My hips bucked up against him and the violent slapping of our skin echoed through the room. He buried himself to the hilt, rubbing my clitoris with the base of his cock. What was left of my sheer silk dress brushed against my skin. It was easy to have someone like Thomas do what he wanted to me but now the circumstances had changed. He had managed to elevate me even higher. Just when I thought I was on the highest cloud in the atmosphere, Thomas pushed me closer to the heavens. And I was enjoying every second of it.
And he wasn’t doing much to savor it. It was clear that he was just trying to finish, treating me like a thing to be tossed around and used at his convenience. I felt his muscles tighten as he leaned up against my body. I wrapped my ankles around his ass and pulled him in closer to me. I completely engulfed him. I tried to consume him with my entire body.
I looked at him through narrowing eyes. Through the breaths and the moans, I let the tiniest little smile creep onto my lips. He liked me. What that reason was, I didn’t know. But I wasn’t going to ask him. All I knew was that right now, the only thing that mattered was giving him the pleasure that he had so graciously accommodated me for.
His right hand trailed its way onto my chest. I closed my eyes and waited for him to grab my breast but he went in the opposite direction. His hand brushed up against the curve of my neck. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to give him the access that he craved. Slowly, I felt my throat beginning to constrict. His grip tightened around me.
There was no limit. It wasn’t long before Thomas’s hand was firmly around my throat. I tilted my head back down to look at him. My eyes started to water and narrow. Tears streaked through the corners of my eyes. My breaths became desperate gasps for oxygen. All the while, Thomas fucked me with the tenacity of a man who hadn’t seen a woman in years. My body was sandwiched between his body and the money. I could feel the blood being stopped from getting to my brain. I struggled, holding onto him tight and trying to push him away at the same time.
I noticed something was strange as he pounded his way into me. At the back of all of the experiences rushing through me, I felt a bit of pleasure. A strange sensation that managed to put together this odd blend of feelings that were beginning to overwhelm my mind. I was being stimulated in ways I had never felt before.
Just as I felt the life beginning to fall out of me, Thomas released his grip from my throat. A rush of air whipped into my lungs. The feeling of my insides and rest of my body being stimulated forced me into a climax I wasn’t expecting. It was like running into a brick wall of pleasure that racked my body. I lost control and started to vibrate. The orgasm pulsed through my body in hard and violent waves that made me hang onto Thomas in an awkward manner.
He didn’t seem to care. His hand no longer on my throat, he pushed down his hands down onto the table and pushed himself into me. He cried out an incomprehensible groan as he started to spasm on top of me. I felt his cock twitch inside of me as he started to release his seed. I mimicked the savage movements of his body. Splashes of his wetness were my reward for tightening around him as he emptied himself.
The sexual beast that had taken over him had been satiated. But only for the moment. His body nearly collapsed on top of me but he managed to pick himself back up. When he pulled out, he grabbed some of the material that was once a part of my dress and wiped himself off. I sat myself up, my ass still resting upon the payment he had given me for tonight.
As we both tried to catch our breath, he looked at me. I could only imagine what he was staring at. My face was an orgasmic mess of makeup and tears. A dress that cost more than my entire wardrobe was in tatters around my body. My legs were spread wide and the opening that he had just ravaged was in plain view.
“The chef of the hotel will be available all night.”
“I don’t think I’ll be hungry tonight, Mr. Livingston.”
“I know. I’m only telling you that because I expect you to do the same. Dessert is my favorite part of a meal. And I’m eager to go back for seconds.”
“Well, Mr. Livingston… Tonight… And for the rest of o
ur agreement…”
I stood up from the table and inched closer to him. I kissed him upon his chin and licked his lips just before smirking at him.
“Feel free to eat whenever you like.”
The grin on my face was some combination of desire and giddiness but it was real. I winked at him and Thomas simply nodded his head to me with no expression on his face. He disappeared down the hall toward his bedroom.
“I’ll be here,” he said. “Waiting.”
As Thomas moved out of my view, I looked down at the mess of the money we had made on the table. I still couldn’t believe it was real. I picked up one of the stacks and flipped through the bills again with my thumb. I sighed in contentment and then made my way to my generous benefactor.
Chapter 8
I looked different. My makeup was the same as it always was. The black wig was old. I hadn't done any rigorous training that was out of the ordinary. But there was something about my reflection that didn’t seem familiar. It was something else. It was a glow. Almost an aura that I could vaguely see around myself in the mirror. I suppose you tend to see these things when you get paid more than you were expecting. That’s what happened to me. Now there was just the manor of earning it.
“What do you think, William? Will this work?”
I turned away from the mirror and looked back to see the rest of the dress. The sheer blue evening dress clinged to my body in all of the right places. A single ruffled strap draped over one shoulder and hung low enough to expose the top of my breasts. The long flowing skirt dripped onto the floor and fell around my back into a small puddle. Slits on both sides extended up my thighs and from the right angles, you could get a good view of the paradise Thomas was so willing to pay for. And in addition to my payment, Thomas had given me his credit card to buy something more appropriate for him.
“Does this look good on me?”
William stood behind me and I could sense the discomfort on his face. But I needed someone’s opinion. He was in his driver’s uniform and looked completely out of place in the small boutique. Even though I knew he wouldn’t do anything to offend me, his opinion would at least be more honest than the women desperate to make a sale in here.
“Miss Angel, it’s a lovely dress.”
“I know. You said that about the last three dresses.”
“I’m telling you the truth, Miss Angel.”
I looked at him and scoffed a bit.
“I know,” I said to him. “They’re all beautiful dresses. But I can’t wear them all at once. I could pick any one of them out and I’m sure Thomas would be just as happy to see me in it.”
I started to peel my way out of the dress and William started to turn around.
The small boutique didn’t have room for many customers. It was obvious that you needed to have some money or be a special person just to even walk in here. With no shame, I took the dress off and stood in front of the mirror in nothing but my underwear. There was nobody here to see me except for a few saleswomen and William, a man who had incredible patience with me.
“Another one,” I said as I handed the dress to the saleswoman. “Something more… I don’t know, refined.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The chipper saleswoman took the dress from me and I waited in front of several mirrors for her to bring me the latest offering. It gave me a moment to examine myself once again. I had a meeting with Thomas later tonight. He didn’t say what it was about exactly. He only told me that I needed to dress for the occasion. Vague instructions were all he needed to give me. With access to his credit card and an agreement to be whatever he wanted me to be, I decided to be nothing less than perfect in preparing for our meeting tonight.
“William, what do you think?”
“Miss Angel?” he said with his back turned to me.
“Turn around and look at me.”
“Miss Angel, I—”
“William, just do it.”
As William slowly turned to me, I watched as his eyes stayed above my neck. His restraint made me smile. I’ve lost count of how many men that have seen me naked. William was the first man who seemed reluctant to even see me in my underwear.
“What do you think?” I asked as I held my hands out to the side.
“Miss Angel?”
“You’ve been Thomas’s driver for a long time, haven’t you? Can you tell me more about the kind of women he prefers?”
“He prefers you, Miss Angel.”
I chuckled a bit. It was the right answer in a way. I wanted to hear that. But it wasn’t what I was looking for.
“There were other women,” I said. “Before me, weren’t there?”
“...Yes, there were,” he said as he sighed a deep breath.
“Tell me about them, William.”
His eyes shifted to the side as he recalled the memories of my benefactor’s past. I didn’t doubt there was a Rolodex of women that William has had to do this for. Taking them shopping, opening doors for them, driving them around while Thomas fucked them in the backseat. I wouldn’t expect anything less. But if I had the specifics, I could discover exactly what Thomas had planned for me.
“There were several women, Miss Angel. I don’t know what you would want to know about them.”
“What did they look like?”
“They were… They were beautiful... Exquisite… Charming… They were all graceful young women, Miss Angel.”
“Hmm, they all sound like something I’m not.”
“I assure you, Miss Angel, you are not an exception.”
“So, why me then? What’s so special about me if Thomas has already dealt with several charming women.”
“I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to that, Miss Angel.”
“Hmm…”
The saleswoman returned with another luxurious outfit. It was a long and sleek black number. She seemed really excited to see me in it but I shooed her away because I wasn’t interested in her inevitably positive opinion about my figure. I hopped into the dress and pulled it over the rest of my body. The black straps hung at the sides of my arms. The bodice made my midsection look slim and tight. It cupped and pushed my breasts up and out. The skirt cascaded down my legs with the front resting just above my ankles and the back trailing onto the ground below. The silk looked tight but felt gentle enough against me that I could breathe properly. I stared at myself in the mirror. The dark dress brought out my light complexion even further as the two colors were such a great contrast. It also helped that I managed to wear the perfect hairpiece for tonight.
“Um, I’m sorry. I forgot. There is something else that goes with that particular dress.”
The saleswoman held a pair of gloves to me and I took them from her before once again asking her to leave. I pulled the long black silk onto my arms one by one. They extended all the way to my elbow with the gloves wrapped perfectly around each finger. I once again turned to the mirror to the examine the specimen that would have to please a billionaire tonight.
“William?”
“It’s quite exquisite, Miss Angel.”
“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” I sighed. “I just don’t think this will be enough to satisfy him.”
“Miss Angel, if I could make a suggestion.”
“Yes, William?”
“Mr. Livingston has employed your services because of you. The dress is simply, quite literally, a formality. Any dress in this boutique can and will suit your purposes. You mustn’t forget that every time you look in the mirror.”
I thought about what William just said to me as I looked at myself in the mirror. He was right but there wasn’t any need to say it. But for whatever reason, his words seemed to influence me. I was in a dress that cost more money than I had seen in years and here I was trying to find any little issue I could. The scrutiny of a billionaire was justified, no matter how extreme it could be.
“Tell me about the last woman, William.”
“Miss Angel?”
“The last wom
an Thomas was with. What can you tell me about her?”
“The last woman…”
I turned to William and once again saw the thought in his eyes as he recalled the memories that shouldn’t have been that long ago.
“Her name was Gabrielle Johnson.”
“What did she look like?”
“Ms. Johnson was a young blonde woman. Long curled hair. Gorgeous brown eyes. She was a charming young lady and pleasant to be around.”
“William, was Gabrielle… like me?”
“She was a stunning woman, yes.”
“No,” I said as I started to shake my head. “I didn’t mean that. I meant… was she, you know, like me. Did Thomas find her walking along the sidewalk…”
“I believe Mr. Livingston and Ms. Johnson met through an acquaintance of his. I don’t know the specifics because I wasn’t there at the time of their meeting.”
“How long were they together, William?”
“I enjoyed Ms. Johnson’s company for approximately a month before Mr. Livingston informed me to stop tending to her.”
“So it was Thomas’s decision to stop seeing her?”
“I can only assume, Miss Angel.”
“You said she was beautiful.”
“Yes, very.”
“Why would Thomas get rid of her then? Why do you suppose he would dump a beautiful young woman after just a month? Do you think he got bored of her?”
“Miss Angel, I’m afraid I don’t have the answers you’re looking for. I’ve no interest in Mr. Livingston’s personal affairs as they are neither my business nor my concern.”
“But what about me? You’re driving me around and I’m forcing you to watch me try on clothes. Isn’t that part of his personal affairs?”
William hesitated for a moment. I stared at him, curious as to why he seemed reluctant to continue.
“Mr. Livingston refers to you as a business partner, Miss Angel, as well as whatever your current relationship happens to be. As such, he instructed me to provide you with everything you need to accommodate him. Miss Angel, I’m an employee of Mr. Livingston. I’m obligated to do the things he tells me to do and I do them because it’s always within reason. But my relationship with Mr. Livingston, as often as we spend time together, is nothing more than a financial arrangement.”