Sins & Mistrust

by Lucero, Isabel

  Deciding to take a little mercy on me, he pulls out and turns me around to where my back is resting against the mirror. He drops to his knees in front of me and drapes one of my legs on his shoulder. I watch as his tongue darts out, licking the length of my throbbing pussy. My head falls back and my eyes close as I relish in the softness of his tongue.

  His mouth covers my pussy, and then I feel his tongue push into my opening. He fucks my pussy with his tongue while rubbing my clit with his thumb.

  “Oh, Marc,” I cry.

  He brings me to the brink of orgasm before pulling away, dropping my leg to the floor.

  “I need you on a flat surface, now.”

  “Bedroom?” I choke out.

  He nods once and we make our way to my room on the other side of the living room. As soon as we’re near the bed, he pushes me slightly until I fall onto my hands and knees across the mattress.

  “I’m going to need the tie back now, and I’m going to need you to lay the side of your face on the mattress.”

  Rising up on my knees, I take the tie off and hand it to him before lying my chest and face on the mattress, my stomach resting on my thighs. He walks around behind me and I feel the bed dip under his weight. Marc brings my arms behind my back and I feel him begin tying them together with the tie. He does it in a way that leaves him some material left to tug on, because I feel him testing it out with a slight pull.

  He lifts my hips up, giving him the perfect position to slide into me. His knees slip in between mine, pushing them further apart.

  My breathing accelerates. I’ve never been tied up before, and while I know this isn’t serious bondage or anything, it’s still new and a bit daunting for me. However, the thrill of the new and unknown sends a flurry of excitement through my body.

  I feel the tip of his cock move against my opening and I wait for the feeling of him plunging inside. Instead, he runs it up and down, coating himself with my wetness, and driving me crazy in the process.

  I whine and try to wiggle my ass to get him to slip inside. A loud smack rings out and a stinging sensation burns my ass cheek. He spanked me.

  “Ah!” I call out.

  “Do you want my cock that bad that you can’t wait? Maybe I should make you wait a little longer, hmm?”

  “No, please,” I plead.

  “Mmm,” he groans. “Please, what?” he asks, leaning over my back and biting gently on the back of my neck.

  “Please don’t make me wait.”

  I feel his fingers push into my pussy and I moan loudly in response.

  “You’re so wet,” he says huskily, fucking me slowly with his fingers. “I want you to taste how wet you are for me.”

  He swirls his two fingers around inside of me a little more before removing them completely and bringing them around to my mouth. I instantly open my mouth and lick my arousal from his fingers.

  “You taste so good, don’t you?” he asks as I twirl my tongue around his fingers and then suck them fully into my mouth.

  Taking his fingers from my mouth, he regains his position behind me, and slowly slides his thick cock inside of me. I feel like it takes minutes before he’s completely submerged in me. I feel myself stretching around him once again, and then he just as slowly pulls back. I can tell he’s watching his cock go in and out of me.

  His grip is firm on the tie, and he pulls it a little every time he thrusts back in. He picks up his pace, and soon he’s fucking me hard and fast again. Neglecting the tie, his hands find their place on my waist and he lifts me up a little more and plunges deep inside, eliciting a strong howl from me.

  His strong hand squeezes the side of my thigh before it’s gone and then brought back down in a loud smack.

  “Oh God,” I cry out.

  He does it again and again, switching from my thighs to my ass. The pain is sharp, but doesn’t last long, and I find when the tingling sensation wears off, I want it again.

  “Please,” I moan. “Please hit me again.”

  “You like that?” he grunts.

  “Yes. Oh God, I love it!” I screech, his thrusts hitting the perfect spot and bringing me so close to orgasm.

  I feel him move, both hands leaving my waist, but his thrusts remain steady. Then I feel both hands come down on the flesh of my ass and thighs.

  “Oh yes!” I scream.

  He continues with harder slaps and deeper thrusts.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I yell, my body being pushed further up the bed.

  I hear a growl leave his throat and he pulls on the tie, keeping me in place while he dives deep again and again.

  I come undone. My screams hurt my throat, but it feels like I have no control over myself. The waves of orgasm keep rolling over me, and I feel him quickening his movements until he stiffens, and then roars as he unleashes his own orgasm inside of me.

  The throbbing of his cock feels so good.

  Once we’ve both come down from our orgasms, he removes himself, undoes the tie around my wrists, and we both stretch across the bed. My limbs feel weak and I’m barely able to move them on my own.

  Marc begins getting up from the bed.

  “Where are you going?” I ask.

  He looks down at me and grins. “To get my clothes.”

  “Don’t you know I booked you for the whole night?” I ask.

  “I’m not allowed to have clothes the whole night?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

  “I’m just saying you don’t have to be in such a rush to leave.”

  After a moment, he crawls back onto the bed and pulls me into him. “Are your arms okay?” he asks.

  I let out a short laugh. “My arms are fine. Something else is a little sore, but I love it.”

  He laughs with me and we lay there together, a tangled mess of limbs.

  “So,” Nathalia drags out. “You like it a little rough.” She gives me a bright smile as I turn to look at her.

  “I guess you can put it that way,” I answer.

  “I quite enjoyed what you like.”

  “Well, that’s not really it, but you get the gist of it.”

  Her eyebrows lift and her eyes widen a small amount. “Oh really? You expect me to let that go? What else is there? Are you rougher?”

  I take a deep breath and contemplate telling her everything, but she’s still just a client, and if I tell her the whole truth, it could cause trouble for me if she chose to tell anybody.

  Scooting up on the bed, I rest my head on the headboard, and look at her as she’s curled up in the sheets.

  “Yes, I like sex to be rough. I enjoy taking charge and controlling the situation.”

  “Did you just refer to sex as a situation?” she asks with a laugh.

  “I mean, I like to be in control of any situation. Sex included.”

  “Right. Okay, but sex with me isn’t to be referred to as a situation,” she says with a wink.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I answer with grin.

  “So, what is that exactly? Like, sadomasochism?”

  I pause. “Yeah, I suppose, but when people say sadomasochism, they think hardcore BDSM, and it’s not like that. At least not to me.”

  “That would make you…which one?” she asks.

  “A sadist, if you’re putting a label on me.”

  “So, I’d be a masochist?”

  I smirk at her. “That depends. Did you find pleasure in the pain?”

  Her cheeks redden. “Yes. I’ve always wanted to be with someone who wasn’t afraid of getting rough, but the ones I picked were not into that.”

  “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  “Do you get rougher than that?” she asks, curiosity painting her face.

  I pause for a moment. “Well, I don’t have a closet full of things to beat people with, if that’s what you’re wondering,” I laugh. “I like using my hands,” I say, wiggling my brows at her playfully.

  “Hmm. Well, I am quite fond of your hands.”

  I reach forward and grab her by her le
g and drag her up closer to me. “Oh yeah?”

  “Mmhhmm,” she murmurs, as my hand runs up her leg slowly.

  “Just my hands?” I ask, teasingly.

  “No, definitely not just your hands.”

  “What else do you like?” I ask, my voice getting deeper, and my hands roaming her body.

  “I like your mouth, and…I like your tongue,” she whispers, her eyes slowly closing.

  “Anything else?”

  “Mmm. I like your cock.”

  A growl escapes my throat. “You like how it feels in your wet pussy?”

  “Yes,” she pants out.

  My hand grazes over her bare pussy, and seconds later, her phone rings loudly, ruining the moment.

  “Shit!” she mutters.

  She doesn’t hurry to get it, but the phone never stops ringing. I lay back and lock my hands behind my head as I watch her leave the room wrapped in only a sheet. Her voice is low in the other room when she answers it.

  While I wait for her to return, I have time to think about how our night has gone. First of all, she thinks I’m a sadist.

  Am I?

  I suppose so, but not in the most extreme way. I enjoy rough sex. I love spanking, biting, wrapping my hand around somebody’s throat and knowing that they trust me enough to know that I wouldn’t keep them from breathing. So, if I’m a sadist, I’m only so in the bedroom, or in sexual situations. I don’t love going around being an asshole and inflicting pain on people for no reason. I get my gratification from giving other people pleasure in a way most don’t think about.

  Pain releases endorphins in the same way pleasure does, but both of them combined is a beautiful thing. I’ve literally felt a woman’s arousal increase around my cock after smacking her on the ass or thigh and then grabbing her throat. Whatever pain is felt is nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that follows.

  I’ve only known a few people who are into even trying sex that way, though. Others aren’t into it and that’s perfectly fine. For them.

  There have been times where I’ve been nervous about being too rough, especially with a more petite woman, so I’ve always held back in some way.

  I’m pulled from my thoughts when Nathalia walks back into the bedroom with a somewhat annoyed look on her face.

  “Everything okay?” I ask.

  “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.”

  “No problem.”

  She crawls back onto the bed and sits on her knees in between my legs.

  “So,” she says with a small smile.

  “So.”

  “Moment of truth time.”

  “Oh?” I ask, sitting up straighter with my back still pushed against the headboard.

  “Yeah, and I’m a little nervous.”

  “You? Nervous? You don’t seem like the type to be nervous.”

  “Usually I’m not, but I like you, Marc, and I don’t want you to…I don’t know. I’m just nervous.”

  My brows furrow a little in confusion. “Just tell me. I’m sure everything will be fine.” I try to give her a reassuring smile.

  “Well, tonight you opened up a little and I appreciate that. I got to know a little more of the real Marc and what you enjoy.” She pauses and lifts a finger and points at me. “But I do plan on finding out more.”

  I smile and nod and wait for her to continue.

  “Anyway, I know tomorrow is supposed to be my night to show you what I like, and I have an idea—a plan if you will—but now I’m getting nervous that you might not be into it.”

  “I don’t know why you seem so afraid of my reactions to things. I’m sure I will be into it. I’ve told you that you’d be hard-pressed to find something I haven’t already done.”

  She bites the corner of her bottom lip, looking down at the covers for a few moments before looking back at me.

  “Okay.” She exhales a loud and long puff of air. “I want to have a threesome.”

  Once the words have left her mouth, she bites down on her lip again, and looks up at me from under her long lashes. The image of her there on her knees, looking up at me like a sad puppy dog, makes me smile.

  “Okay.”

  Her brows lift a bit. “Okay?”

  “Yeah, that’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle.

  “Okay, but it’s with another man.” She fidgets with her fingers.

  With another smile, I nod at her. “That’s fine, too. It’s nothing new,” I say with shrug.

  She takes a deep breath, her shoulders lifting significantly before dropping again. I know she has more to say, but I’m letting her take her time. She’s obviously trying to work up to it. I don’t know what else she could possibly have to say.

  “Well, I know you’ve told me that you’ve had threesomes before. With two women and with a woman and a man, so I know you’re fine with that, but…” she pauses to gauge my reaction. “Umm. I was wondering if you would be able to be…with the man, too?”

  I don’t know how long I stare at her before I say anything. She’s just watching me with an anxious demeanor.

  “By be with the man you mean to have sex with him as well?” I ask, trying to clarify.

  She nods her head. “Have you…done that before? Are you allowed to be with men?”

  I clear my throat. “Well, I have never been hired for threesomes with men that involve me having sex with the man. If a man is involved in a threesome, our attention is on the female, not each other.”

  “Okay,” she nods. “So, you haven’t been with men before? Or you aren’t allowed to in your job?”

  I take a minute to regard her before answering.

  “Technically, we aren’t allowed to have sex with anybody,” I say with a wink. “So, who I sleep with is never brought up. We are told to be safe in all we do, we get tested all the time, and the clients are screened immensely.”

  “Marc, you’re not answering my question,” she says, giving me a small frown.

  “I thought I was.”

  She twists her lips to the side and gives me an exasperated look.

  “Your fantasy is for me to have sex with you and some other guy?”

  “Yes, and I’d be with you both. Can you do that?”

  Taking a deep breath, I say, “The thing is, Nathalia, nobody can know I agreed to this. If my clients and the people at my agency found out I slept with a man, it could cause problems.”

  She looks surprised by this answer. “Why?”

  “Well, we are a straight escort company. Women hire us, and not all women would be okay hiring an escort who sleeps with men.”

  Nathalia scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. Why does it matter? You have sex with countless women, and that doesn’t bother them? But God forbid you sleep with a man the one time a client requests that.” She shakes her head, annoyed.

  “Hey, you don’t have to tell me that. I completely understand. I just try to look at the whole picture and try to understand all sides. The clients and the staff all know we are tested regularly whether we’ve slept with two women in a month or twenty. Plus, escorts can be in relationships or sleep with people on their own time. So, anybody being with the same sex, no matter how many times, shouldn’t matter. We’re all still being safe, protected, and getting tested. But, not everybody will look at it that way.”

  “So, are you saying that you are going to agree to this for me? And are you admitting to having slept with a man before?” she asks with a hint of a smile.

  “Nathalia, I’m only going to tell you this because I like you. Something about you is different from my other clients. You don’t seem to be bothered by my job, the appointments I have either before or after yours, and you ask questions trying to get to know me. I appreciate that, even with the prodding personal questions,” I finish with a smirk. “But, this stays here between us. Okay?”

  “Yes, of course!” she quickly answers, scooting closer to me.

  “Yes, I’ve slept with a man before, and yes I’m agreeing to your plan.”
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  Her mouth drops open momentarily before she closes it and a smile replaces her somewhat shocked expression.

  “So, do you have another person in mind, or how are we doing this?” I ask, getting back to her plan.

  A slow smile dances across her lips. “Yes, I have someone in mind.”

  “Who?” I ask.

  “Lincoln Cash.”

  “So you’ve been with men before, huh?” I ask. “What does that mean? Are you gay or bi? I would assume bi, because, well, I’m here.”

  “Wait a minute,” Marc states, cutting off my rambling. “You want me to sleep with Lincoln Cash? The guy from the club the other night?”

  Uh-oh. He doesn’t seem so keen on this.

  “Well…yeah. Do you not like Lincoln?”

  “I don’t know Lincoln, but he didn’t seem like he was too fond of us being together the other night. Are you even sure he’d be okay with it, because he seems to be a jealous lover type.”

  “Trust me, Lincoln will be fine with it.”

  “Have you already discussed this with him?”

  I let out a sigh and then move to sit next to him, my back also leaned up against the headboard.

  “Lincoln is bi, and he and I have messed around and been friends for a while, but Lincoln has this…I don’t know, rule. He won’t sleep with a woman if a man isn’t involved. So, while there was a time that he and I toyed with the idea of being together, we never did because of that rule of his.”

  “Hmm. He’s never told you why he has this rule?”

  I shake my head and shrug.

  “Okay, and so you think he’ll be okay with me being involved in this?”

  I roll my head to the side without lifting it from the headboard and give him a smile. “It was his idea.”

  Marc seems stunned by my comment. “His idea? He’s only seen me the one time.”

  “I guess that’s all it took. He’s attracted to guys and you’re ridiculously sexy, of course he’d want this to happen.”

  He gives me a charming smile. “Ridiculously sexy, hmm?”

  “You know you are,” I say, playfully rolling my eyes at him. “So, are you bi? You know you can tell me.”