by Penny Wylder
Or maybe partially because of them. I’ve never had a guy use me like this before, unashamedly taking his pleasure from me. It’s hot as hell, to know that I turn him on so much he spends hours thinking of what he’ll do to me next, how he’ll tie me up and use me again.
I feel the head of his cock press against my pussy, and I tense, anticipating another tease, another moment when he leads me on.
Instead, without warning, he thrusts deep into me, all at once. This time, my moan is all pleasure, my eyes fluttering half-closed as I take him inside me at last. His cock feels amazing, thicker than I imagined, stretching my pussy almost to the brink of pain. And yet I can take him all the way in; I feel the tip of his head reach my cervix, scraping along my walls the whole way in, and I twist my hips back and forth as much as I can with the restraints on me, savoring the feel of him.
“Fucking hell, Cor…” he murmurs through gritted teeth. When my eyes dart to his face, he’s half-zoned out too, his eyes unfocused, lips parted as he enjoys this sensation as much as I do.
He pulls back out of me, slowly, drawing this out. I don’t mind. I’m lost in the feeling, clenching my pussy hard around his cock so I can feel every inch of his cock. He pauses at my entrance again, with only the head inside me, then slams in again, harder this time. My body bucks against the bed, and a groan rises in my throat. For the first time since he tied me up, I wish I didn’t have these restraints. I wish I could wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up to meet him, move with him as he fucks me.
But that’s not how Gio wants it. He wants our first time to be all in his control–and I’m happy to submit.
His hands settle around my hips, holding me tight as he fucks me harder. I can feel each of his fingers digging into my skin, the bite of his nails. His balls slap against my ass each time he thrusts into me, and it’s hot as hell watching his face go hungry, wild.
I moan, and it makes him stiffen against me, his whole body pausing for a moment, his cock buried in me. He reaches up to pull my hair, using it for leverage as he shifts his hips to fuck me at a slightly different angle. I can feel him scraping the walls of my pussy with each thrust, and I want more, I don’t want him to stop.
But of course, it’s Gio, so he’s going to do whatever it takes to drive me wild. Without warning, he pulls out, and I gasp in protest. He grabs my body and flips me around, so I’m lying on my back instead, my hands and feet pinned beneath me, knees spread so he has easy access to me.
“I need to taste you,” he pants, his body glistening with sweat. He drops to his knees between mine, and his tongue delves into the cleft where his cock was a second ago. I pant, my breath coming faster as he circles his tongue up around my clit, then back into my pussy, tasting my juices, spearing me with his tongue.
Pretty soon, my head falls back against the sheets as another orgasm rushes up on me. I cry out, weakly, not able to do much more than that, tied as I am. My pussy spasms as he tongues me to a climax, and as my muscles are still clenching and releasing involuntarily, spurned into action by his talented tongue, Gio stands back up and thrusts his cock inside me again.
Both of us cry out this time, though his is guttural, an animal growl. My pussy feels tighter than ever around him from that orgasm, and he feels so fucking big inside me. He arches his hips back, angles himself so that his pelvis scrapes my clit every time he thrusts completely inside me, and his cock drags along the front wall of my pussy, right over my G-spot.
I’m already sensitive from coming twice so far, and it doesn’t take long before my body starts to quiver again, the intensity building as Gio fucks me relentlessly. My hips arch up toward his, my belly tightening as he pounds into me. My head falls to the side, my neck stretched, as a low moan builds in my throat, and turns into a desperate keen as I reach my peak again.
“That’s it, slut,” he growls. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”
I’m glad he ordered me to, because I couldn’t stand to wait for permission this time. I come hard and fast, but Gio doesn’t even slow down or miss a beat. He continues to fuck me, even as I writhe against my bonds, lost in ecstasy.
“That’s it, my beautiful slut,” he whispers, voice low with desire. “You fucking love this, don’t you? You love giving up control.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan.
Before I can recover or even catch my breath, Gio scoops me off the bed and lifts me up. “You’re so gorgeous when you come. You like coming for me, don’t you?”
I’m still bound, still helpless, but I weigh next to nothing for him. It’s easy for him to carry me a few steps to the wall, pin me against it, and continue to thrust into me, standing. “You want to come again, slut?”
I moan the closest thing to a yes that I can manage.
My knees wrap around either side of his waist, and I grip him tightly, even though my ankles and wrists are still bound behind me. I’ve never been fucked standing up before, much less without being able to touch the ground. It’s dizzying, but in the best possible way. I feel like I’m flying, lost with him in our own world.
I lose track of time as Gio continues to position me however he wants–face-down at the edge of the bed, then flipped onto my side. The anal beads remain in my ass, providing extra friction, making me feel fuller than ever as he keeps going. Every now and then, he twists them, a little spike of pain to remind me they’re there, to contrast the pleasure he’s pouring into me.
I lose track of how many times I come, too. At least another two or three times, just from the way he angles his cock at my G-spot, expertly, not letting me stop until I’m moaning and twisting in his arms.
Finally, he starts to thrust faster, his breath speeding up as he nears his own peak. “Fuck. Fuck, Cor, I’m going to come,” he’s murmuring.
I twist my head over my shoulder to watch his face as he finishes, not wanting to miss it. He doesn’t disappoint–he locks eyes with me, watches me as he comes, his face strained, glorious in his release.
“Fuck,” he gasps, still thrusting, though slower now, as his cock pumps cum deep into my pussy. I clench hard around him, milking every drop, and I love the way his cock twitches inside me as he finishes, sensitive as hell.
Finally, he collapses over me, his sweat mingling with mine, both our bodies slick and damp with it. The room smells like sex, and I smell like him, and I can’t breathe in enough of it, this bodily proof that he’s finally claimed me. I’m his.
After a long moment, lying against me with his arms wrapped around me, making me feel warm and safe and all kinds of exhausted, he slides out of me. My body tenses, missing the feeling of him inside me already. I can still feel his cum dripping along my thigh, and the inner walls of my pussy burn faintly from the friction of how long we fucked. It’s delicious, it’s decadent, and it makes me want to fall asleep right here, ropes and all.
“God, you are perfect,” he murmurs.
Then his hands reach around my back, and I feel him start to untie the bonds. When the ropes fall away, I lift my hands, bring them around to rub my wrists gently as he undoes my ankles.
When I’m unrestrained at last, I lie back against the bed, press my lips together, closing my eyes, more relaxed than ever now. “Mmm, Gio…”
Giovanni curls up around me, his warm, strong body enclosing mine, his knees pressed against the backs of mine, his hips curled behind mine, arms wrapped around my shoulders to hold me against him. His hands slide down my arms to my wrists, and he massages them for me, gently, even as he leans in to kiss my earlobe, my jawline, my neck.
“That was amazing,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. I turn toward him, instinctive, and his lips collide with mine, pulling me into a deep, sensual kiss. I lose myself in that kiss, forget about time and any of the hundred worries piling up over me. I just let myself be here, in this moment, in his arms, feeling our lips move together, our tongues entwine.
When we finally break apart, his eyes catch mine, serious. “Are you…?”
With a sinking heart, I remember how this encounter started. What he said before he tied me up and fucked me senseless, into a completely distracted headspace.
“What do we do now?” I murmur, my eyes still locked on his.
He cups my chin in his hand. Kisses me again, slower this time. I close my eyes and submit to the kiss, wanting it to last forever. As long as his lips are on mine, we can’t be forced apart. He won’t leave.
But already, too soon, he’s drawing away, with a reluctant sigh of his own. He doesn’t want to let me go any more than I want him to. And yet, he is. I can tell already.
He pushes off the bed and strides across the room. Fishes in his dresser drawer. I ignore what he’s doing, wanting to extend this moment as long as possible. I watch his backside, admire his sculpted back and the way his waist tapers down to his muscular ass, his long, equally well-defined legs. When he turns back around to pad across the room to my side again, I enjoy that view too, tracing the V of his groin straight down to his cock, still large, even as it hangs at half-mast now, glistening with the evidence of both of our pleasure.
He sits on the bed beside me and hands me something. I take a deep breath. Shut my eyes. Force myself to open them again.
Moment over. I can’t delay the inevitable anymore.
I accept the envelope without looking inside. I don’t need to look to know what this is. My last payment. For our last encounter.
“Your future is in there, Corbella,” he says, with a nod at the envelope between us. Yet neither of us is willing to tear our eyes from the other. “This is it for us. We’re done now.”
I knew it was coming; I’d been bracing myself for it ever since I came back to my senses. And yet hearing that tears a whole new hole inside me. My heart feels like it’s bleeding out within my chest, this hurts so badly.
But I won’t let it show. I owe him that much. He has enough to deal with now.
“Thank you,” I murmur, turning away from him, pushing off the bed. I need to leave while I still can, before I lose it entirely.
“Look in the envelope, Cor,” he says.
Still not meeting his eye, I tear it open. Pull out a check.
Then I freeze in the middle of his bedroom, naked and still damp with sweat from our exertions, and not even caring what I look like, because my brain is overloading with confusion.
The check is for one million dollars.
I spin around, mouth open, gaping at him. “Gio…”
“That’s everything you need. To pay back your stepfather, get yourself out of debt.”
My head is shaking. It takes me a moment to realize that, and another moment to force my vocal chords to work again. “Gio, I can’t accept this–”
“You can. You have to.” He locks eyes with me, narrowing his. “If you don’t, I’ll just wire the money automatically anyway. I have a direct deposit set up, if you recall.”
My cheeks flush. “But…” He watches me without response, waiting for me to finish. I don’t even know where to start. All I can think to ask, after the silence between us stretches thin in anticipation, is, “Why?”
I can’t hold the tears back any longer. It’s all too much. His generosity, his care for me, the unfairness of our situation, the horrible reality that this is the last time I’ll ever see him, ever look deep into those dark eyes of his and lose myself in his gaze. The tears spill over and trace down my cheeks, even as I clutch the envelope to my chest.
“Why do this for me, Gio?” I ask again, still crying, shaking my head, unable to understand.
In one smooth motion, he closes the distance between us, folds his hands around my shoulders to hold me steady. “Why are you crying, Cor?” he counters, his brow knit in confusion.
It takes me a moment to clear my throat enough to answer. While he waits, Gio pulls me into a tight hug. That doesn’t help. I press my face into his chest and take deep breaths, until I have this surge of angry emotion under control.
“I just…” I swallow hard and draw back enough to look up at him fully. “It’s our last time together. After this, we won’t be client and escort anymore, won’t see each other, and I just realized… I’m about to lose the one man I never expected to fall in love with.” I close my eyes, wincing at the admission.
But instead of backing away like I expected, Gio tightens his arms around me. Lifts me off my feet, and kisses me full on the lips, hard, like he’s forcing all the bad feelings away.
When we break apart, I’m staring at him in even more shock than when he handed me a million dollar check.
“Cor.” He shakes his head, laughing. Then he kisses my cheeks. Kissing away the tears still glistening there, I realize. “I love you, but sometimes you can be completely obtuse.” He grins.
I blink hard, frowning. “But you said…”
“I said this was our last night as escort and client. We’re done. I’m paying off your debt–so that you can be free of those shackles.” He touches my cheek lightly, fingers tracing my cheekbone. “I do enjoy tying you up, Corbella, but I don’t want this pretense between us. I don’t want to pretend this is purely a business deal. I’ve fallen for you, too. I want to make this thing between us real.”
There are tears at the corners of my eyes again, but these aren’t sad tears. My voice sounds choked when I respond. “You mean… You’re saying…”
“We can be together now. Truly together, in a real relationship. No more escorting.” He leans in to rest his forehead against mine. We’re so close that I can make out every change of color in his iris, the dark brown that fades to little sunbursts of yellow near the center. “Be with me, Cor. Truly with me.”
“Yes,” I whisper. But that doesn’t seem like nearly enough. “Yes, yes, yes,” I repeat, louder each time, until he’s laughing and I’m shouting. I wrap my arms around his neck, reach up to kiss him, and he lifts me off my feet again as we both sink into that kiss.
Just like that, my entire world changes. The worst thing that ever happened to me, it turns out, led to finding the best man I never saw coming. Already, I feel secure in his arms, knowing that no matter what life throws at me next, I have the best possible man I could ask for beside me, ready to withstand the storm at my side.
When we break away from the kiss, I leave the envelope on the nightstand. I’ll send it to my stepfather tomorrow. Clear this debt hanging over me once and for all. Tonight?
Tonight, I am all Giovanni’s. And judging by the devious smirk on his face, and the way he’s shoving all the toys off the bed to make room for us both to sprawl across it, I’d say he has more than a few celebratory ideas of his own to show me just how completely his I am…
Epilogue
I sit at the back of the coffee shop, watching the new kid behind the counter, the one who took my job 6 months ago. Diana says he’s great at the gig, though of course, she misses having me around to gossip with 24/7. I moved out of her place last month, into Gio’s irresistible mansion of a house. She told me she didn’t blame me, but I could tell by the way she kept hugging me as I packed that she was sad to see me go.
I’ll miss my roomie too, though of course, I have absolutely no regrets about moving into Gio’s. He’s been more than a dream–he’s been a godsend.
I take a slow sip of my café latte, reminiscing with vindictive pleasure about the day after Gio’s declaration of love. When he handed me that check and I signed it over to my stepfather. The look on Anthony’s face was priceless. Literally worth a million bucks to watch him gape at that check, bug-eyed.
That expression tided me over for
the past few months. All throughout the divorce, once Gio and I met with Mom and explained exactly what a horrible person Anthony was. All through the proceeding threats he sent us–Anthony might be well connected in the underworld, but Gio has connections of his own. More than enough to keep us safe from that psycho.
But what was even better was the feeling of watching his arrest footage on the evening news just a few days ago.
Apparently that asshole was a little too impressed by how quickly I made back the million I owed him. He decided to step up his game from pharmaceuticals and get into the sex trade business. Specifically, trying to buy women to sell. Luckily, one of the first girls he tried to “recruit” (by drugging her and taking her to a hotel room where he’d auction her off, no less) turned out to be an undercover cop specifically planted to try and catch assholes like him.
Not going to lie, I really enjoyed watching the news footage. Over and over again. The stunned expression on Anthony’s face as the cops led him, cuffed, into a police cruiser, was very familiar.
The only thing I regret, if I regret anything, is that Mom had to be dragged through the middle of this. She very quickly saw that we were right about him, but I wish he hadn’t broken her heart along with all the other lives he broke.
Speaking of Mom. I glance at the clock over the coffee shop door. Weird. She was supposed to meet me here half an hour ago. I offered to pick her up on my way over from Gio’s, but she insisted that she’d make it to the coffee shop on her own, since she had some errands to run first.
Oh well, maybe those ran overtime.
I’m still daydreaming about how enjoyable it was to see someone get what they truly deserved, when the bell above the shop door tinkles. I glance up, then tilt my head in confusion at seeing Diana and my mother walk in arm-in-arm. Of course they’re friends–Mom calls Diana her second daughter–but I don’t understand why they’re both here, when Di doesn’t work until Friday.
I stand up to hug them both, and shoot Di a strange sideways look. “Did you pick up an extra shift?” I ask as I slide back into my seat, and Mom takes hers beside me. Diana pulls up a spare chair and plops down next to us.