Mountain Man's Baby Plan

by Nikki Chase

  My whole body tenses.

  “You don’t like it when I touch you here, doll?” Luca asks as his slick finger rubs against me.

  Even though I don’t usually derive physical pleasure from anal stimulation, something about this feels different.

  Maybe it’s because there’s a massive screen in front of me, showing me and Luca as the stars of the most surreal porn I’ve ever seen.

  Or, maybe it’s because I’m already so horny from having gone through this torture for the past half an hour. I do have a vibrator between my legs.

  Or, maybe the answer is much more simple than that. Maybe it’s because I’m with Luca.

  My body shivers with pleasure, but still, anxiety plagues me. I watch the screen with unblinking eyes as Luca slides his pants down and pulls his cock out. With his fist in my hair, it’s not like I can look away.

  Luca’s cock looks as threatening on screen as it does in real life.

  You know how some porn stars with famously big dicks sometimes have pictures of their members juxtaposed side by side with their female co-stars’ forearms? Yeah, Luca’s cock reminds me of those pictures.

  I stare at the screen as Luca closes the gap between us, but I can’t tell where he’s going until the head of his cock pushes against my opening—the front one.

  As he slides inside me, I sigh, relieved that monster cock isn’t going into my ass and happy at finally being filled up.

  “You’re so wet for me, doll,” Luca says as he slides in and out of me, his cock massaging my pussy walls and distracting me.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I have some lube, but it would be a waste when you’re so wet, wouldn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” My heart picks up its speed. Why would we need lube? We’ve never used lube before.

  “Yeah,” Luca says. “That’s why I thought I’d just use your pussy to lube me up before fucking you in the ass.”

  I gulp down the anxiety filling my throat.

  “You’re tensing up, doll. Don’t you want me to fuck you in the ass?”

  “I’d prefer it if you don’t, Sir,” I say in between panting. “But you can do anything you want to me.”

  “Exactly,” Luca says, leaning closer so his chest shifts over my back as he fucks me. “Beg me to fuck you in the ass,” he commands.

  “Please fuck me in the ass, Sir,” I say softly. “I beg you.”

  “That’s a good girl.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  My heart hammers as Luca pulls his cock out of me.

  “Watch,” Luca says, making me face the screen. “Watch me fuck you in the ass.”

  On the screen, I can see the way he looks at me, the way he controls me. He handles me like he owns me.

  Luca’s fingers reaches to my pussy and gathers my slick juices. He spreads it around, preparing me for his invasion.

  “Relax,” he says as the spongy head of his cock presses against my ass.

  I regulate my breathing, trying to inhale and exhale slowly. I know I need to calm down. The more nervous I am, the more painful it’s going to be.

  Luca takes it slow. He starts to push and the head stretches me open, making way for his girth. Luckily, my wetness that Luca’s spread all over helps minimize any friction.

  I whimper as Luca pulls out a little and thrusts deeper inside. This doesn’t feel natural, but this is also exactly how I want Luca to treat me—like a sex toy for him to use and abuse as he pleases, without worrying about my pain or comfort level.

  When I feel his balls on my pussy, I let out a big, relieved exhale. Don’t get me wrong, it still hurts like hell. But even though he’s all the way inside me now, filling me up to the brim, it feels like I can relax for a few seconds as long as he doesn’t move.

  My instincts tell me to reach behind me and push the invader away, but my hands are tied, literally.

  “Ready, doll?” Luca asks.

  I don’t think I’ll ever be 100% ready, but this is probably as ready as I’m going to get. “Yes, Sir.”

  Luca pulls his shirt off, flaunting the beautiful ink covering his skin. He straightens his spine and squares his shoulders.

  He means business now, I realize, as fear spreads in my chest.

  “Good,” he says. “I was going to do it even if you weren’t.”

  Luca’s gentler than usual. But still, every time his thick, hard cock sinks into my ass, all my muscles tense as pain floods my system. At the same time, my hips roll forward to push my clit against the vibrator, injecting some pleasure into me.

  “Your ass is so tight, doll. I think I’m going to use this hole a lot more often from now on,” he taunts me in my ear.

  “You can do anything you want, Sir.”

  “Anything?” he asks dangerously.

  “Anything.”

  “Be careful what you wish for, doll.”

  I cry out as he picks up his pace, fucking me harder now. With my ass hanging off the chair and all my limbs restrained, there’s nothing I can do but take it, take all the pain and the pleasure Luca gives me.

  And despite the pain—or maybe because of the pain—things start to feel good. My mind screams at me, telling me how dirty I am, how depraved, for begging this man to fuck me in the ass. The nastiness of it all heightens my arousal to new heights.

  Luca grabs the vibrator and holds it right against my pussy as he thrusts harder and more painfully into me. “I want you to come for me.”

  To my shame, I shudder against the vibrator, bucking and writhing on the bar chair, even as I continue to yelp like a wounded dog from the pain.

  “I want you to come for me while I fuck you in the ass,” Luca says.

  The command to come. The thick monster cock sliding in and out of my ass. His cocky voice. His magnificent body that moves powerfully on the screen. His sinews and muscles that ripple under his skin as he torments me.

  Before I squeeze my eyes shut, I see myself coming like I’ve gone completely out of control on the screen, shaking like an autumn leaf in the wind.

  “Good girl,” Luca says. “Keep coming for me, doll.”

  Luca fucks me with abandon, making me lurch painfully against my restraints. The tapes and ropes cut into my flesh as he pumps into me until he comes, his hand wrapping around my neck.

  When his body stills, I realize tears are rolling down my cheeks, even as my body continues to quiver in ecstasy. Both my mind and my body give in, overwhelmed by the tsunami of pain, pleasure, and primal instinct.

  “Tell me I can do anything I want to you,” Luca says breathlessly when he stops pumping his hot, sticky cum inside me.

  “You can do anything you want to me,” I say in complete surrender, my body limp and spent from his abuse.

  I let out a big, relieved sigh as Luca pulls his cock out of my ass. My body finally relaxes, after tensing up for so long.

  As usual, the nice, gentle Luca’s back.

  He removes my bindings, kissing the red and purple marks on my skin.

  He wipes my tears away with his thumb.

  He turns off the camera and the video feed so the TV displays my phone home screen again.

  Then, he cleans me up with a soft, warm towel.

  “Did you like that?” Luca asks as he lifts me up from the chair, his powerful arms scooping me and moving me to his bed.

  “Yeah,” I admit. I smile as I lean my head against Luca’s chest and enjoy the fuzzy tingles spreading all over my body. “Remember when you said we were doomed?” I ask.

  “Yeah.” Luca lies down beside me on the bed and strokes my hair.

  “Maybe we’re not doomed. Maybe we’re just the same kind of crazy,” I say.

  “Maybe you’re right,” Luca says.

  When I open my eyes to look at him, I catch a glimpse of the TV screen, which has switched to showing my phone screen again. There are new messages from my mom.

  Donna: He’s a junkie and a dealer

  Donna: He’ll bring you down with him
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  Donna: He’ll get you hooked on some drugs

  “Did you ever tell my mom about why you went to in prison?” I ask.

  Luca follows my gaze and reads the texts on the screen. “No,” he says. “But maybe she heard from someone else. Word travels fast here. You know that.”

  I nod.

  “Are you worried? Because of what she’s telling you about me?” Luca asks.

  I shake my head. “I’ve never trusted my mom, and I’m not going to start now.”

  Luca remains silent as he wraps his arms around me.

  “She’s right about one thing, though,” I muse.

  “What is it?”

  “You’ve got me hooked on something.”

  “Anal sex?” Luca cocks an eyebrow.

  I laugh. “Not necessarily anal.”

  “Okay, you want more anal sex. Got your message, loud and clear.”

  “No.” I giggle. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

  I want to tell him I’m addicted to him—not just the kind of sex we have. But I’m chicken shit. All I hope for is to make the status quo last for as long as possible.

  “Ready for your piercing tomorrow?” Luca asks.

  “Yeah.”

  Luca

  “Did you take the Advil I gave you this morning?” I ask.

  “Yeah. Right before I came here,” Sarah says as she lies on my table with her legs spread.

  “Good.”

  As my gloved fingers play with her pussy lips, her breathing grows heavy and I give in to temptation to give her a little kiss. My tongue caresses the site where I’ll pierce her.

  I swear I didn’t mean to turn this into a sexual situation.

  We’re in the middle of my tattoo shop, and even though I don’t have any appointments, the door is unlocked and anyone could walk in here.

  There’s a screen that hides Sarah from the prying eyes of the public, but that’s not going to mute her moans and cries as well.

  “Do you do this to all your clients?” Sarah asks in a sexy, raspy voice.

  “No. Just the good girls.”

  To my relief, Sarah laughs.

  I have slept with some clients in the past, but I never eat them out. I can tell Sarah that, but I don’t know if she actually wants to hear about me banging other girls. It’s probably best to keep this conversation light.

  I’m having enough trouble trying to decode the way I feel about her. I’m still trying to decide when to tell Sarah that I want us to be together—not just for one month, but for as long as she’ll have me.

  I know. I’m being a dumbass. I should’ve told Sarah right after I put the bottles in her drug storage room.

  Hell, there was a nice moment yesterday that I missed when she told me we were both crazy. I’ll admit that little line made my insides feel all warm and fuzzy.

  But Donna’s texts were on my mind, and the moment slipped away. Fucking Donna, going around ruining lives.

  With this piercing, I can at least buy some time. I can keep her around for another month, at least.

  Sarah shivers with pleasure on my table, clutching onto the faux-leather surface with her hands. This is not the first time I’ve made her come on my table, and I don’t want this to be the last time.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Sarah says breathlessly as she descends from her peak.

  “I just wanted to get one last taste of you before I do the piercing,” I say.

  “Does it really take a whole month for the piercing to heal?” she asks, half-sulking.

  There’s no way she doesn’t know how cute she looks. She makes my chest tighten when she makes that face. I just want to grab her and pet her like she’s some helpless little baby animal.

  “Yeah. There’s no way around it.” A filthy thought pops into my mind. “As we established yesterday, though, you still have other holes for me to use.”

  Sarah blushes, her gaze flicking wildly all over the parlor.

  Funny how she can be all dirty and raunchy one moment, and then becomes bashful and reserved the next. I love them all, all the different versions of her.

  I just haven’t been able to bring myself to tell her.

  No.

  I can do this.

  There’s nothing to fear.

  Yes, my sister let her dark longing destroy herself.

  But Sarah’s not like that. She’ll be different.

  “Luca,” she says with worry in her eyes, “when the piercing heals, will you still be here?”

  “Yeah.” I give her a smile. “Of course.”

  I don’t know what I was worried for.

  Yes, we’re both damaged people. But, maybe Sarah’s right.

  Maybe we are both the same kind of crazy. Maybe we can make this work.

  If there’s the smallest chance that we can make it, I want to give it a try.

  I think I’m finally ready to tell her now … except she’s lying half-naked and spread-eagled on my table in the middle of my tattoo parlor, with her pussy in my face.

  Really not the right setting for a historic moment.

  “I’m going to have to sterilize that pussy again.” I shoot Sarah a grin as I get up from my chair. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

  After I give Sarah this piercing—it shouldn’t take long—we’ll go somewhere nice for dinner and have a long talk about this … whatever we have right now. By the end of the night, hopefully I can finally call this a relationship.

  Sarah

  It feels strange to lie with my pants down in a place that’s not a bedroom, especially when the place is someone’s workplace—like a doctor’s office, or a tattoo-slash-piercing shop.

  I don’t mind it when it’s a sexual situation because I’m usually too caught up in what’s being done to me to pay attention to my surroundings.

  But when I’m just waiting, like I am now … it feels weird.

  My eyes find a blue towel on Luca’s table. Looks like there’s a bunch of things under it, but I can use that cover myself while I wait for him to come back.

  I prop myself up on my elbows and try to grab the towel. It’s a reach, but I manage to hold on to one of the corners.

  When I pull on the soft fabric, it gives more resistance than I expected, and some things from the table fall to the floor with a loud crash.

  “Are you okay?” Luca asks immediately, yelling from the other end of the parlor.

  The worry in his voice floods my chest with warmth. He does care about me. The only question is … does he care enough to want me to stay by his side? Does he want me enough to erase the expiry date on our arrangement?

  “Yeah, I’m fine, Luca,” I say.

  Technically, that’s correct because I’m perfectly okay physically. Even when Luca spanks me or leaves a mark on me, my body’s always been fine.

  Inwardly, though, with every cruel smack he gives me in the bedroom and with every kind remark he makes outside of the bedroom, I grow anxious. Everything he does makes me want him more and more. I don’t think that’s smart.

  I almost scoff to myself. “Smart.” As if I normally make good decisions. Honestly, I can’t blame my bad decisions on Luca. I’m pretty good at screwing up on my own.

  The leather on the surface of the tattoo table sticks to my butt. It drags when I hop off the table. I grab the towel and wrap it around my waist before I crouch down on the floor to pick up the things I dropped.

  I pick up an open sketchbook on the floor. It has pages upon pages of Luca’s drawings—I wonder if these are tattoo designs ordered by his clients or his own work.

  These sketches are dark. Lots of shadowy blacks and bloody reds. But they’re beautiful, too. I can’t take my eyes off them. They’re just so Luca.

  I put the sketchbook on the desk. I’ll ask Luca if I can look through the book again later, after the piercing’s done.

  My heart races at the thought of a sharp needle breaking my skin, stabbing through the hood of my clitoris, and pushing through to the other sid
e.

  Still sensitive from the oral attention I just got from Luca, my pussy grows wet.

  It’s going to be painful, and it’s going to please Luca. This is literally hotter than my dirtiest fantasies.

  Aside from loose pages of Luca’s drawings, there’s a black backpack on the floor. When I pull it up by one of the straps, items drop out it and onto the floor.

  Ugh. I’m so clumsy today.

  The bag must be unzipped.

  I carefully put the bag on the desk so it doesn’t spill any more of its contents. I start to crouch down again, but then I catch a glimpse of something familiar in the bag.

  Without even thinking, I reach inside and take out a pill bottle. And not just a pill bottle. These are the kind of veterinary pills that a lot of people are after—people like drug addicts and dealers.

  And, in this quantity? I peek into the bag to find another bottle. There are more bottles scattered all over the floor from when I picked up the backpack.

  With hundreds of pills in each bottle, this entire stash is easily worth six figures in the black market.

  What the hell is Luca up to?

  Why does he have all these drugs? Is he still selling? This is not the amount he’d have if he were only a user, unless he’s an extremely heavy user who’s hoarding his fix for the next few months.

  But I don’t see signs of addiction in Luca. As far as I can tell, both his mind and his speech are perfectly clear.

  Which means … he must be selling.

  Jesus, Luca, do you really want to go back to prison that badly?

  I can’t believe Mom was right after all—Luca is still a dealer.

  The good news is, at least he hasn’t tried to get me to try one of these.

  Although … how did he get these in the first place? These are veterinary drugs. Seems like a big coincidence that he’d specifically have these drugs.

  I check the code printed on the side of the bottle. Peter must’ve kept a database of all the drugs in stock at the clinic. I can compare this code—and all the other codes on all the other bottles—against the ones on that database.

  And if they match … that means Luca stole from me.

  I take out my phone, make sure it’s silent, and take pictures of all the codes on all the bottles.

  I put everything back on the desk, careful not to shake the pill bottles too much because the rattling could tip Luca off. I’m lucky enough he hasn’t come back yet to see me holding one of the bottles in my hand.