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by Knight, Natalie

  “Ahhhh! Ahh! Ahhhhh!” I pant.

  I look down at him with wide eyes and drag my nails down the wall behind me as I quickly find myself on the brink of an orgasm.

  “Come, Meg,” he commands.

  And I do exactly as he wishes—exploding in orgasm, no longer able to contain my moans and whimpers, and not caring whatsoever as my body tingles and releases my cum against Ian’s fingers.

  I grind my hips, gyrating them reflexively as I ride through waves of pleasure before finally floating back to shore. I’m able to finally catch my breath.

  I run my fingers through my hair as I pant and peer down at Ian, who by the look on his face, is far from done with me. And I am perfectly okay with that.

  If that’s what his fingers can do, I can’t wait to see how he handles the rest of himself.

  By my judgement, I’m in for a lot more of a treat than a shopping spree and a quick orgasm.

  He stares hungrily into my eyes, and, without warning, hooks his other arm around my other leg and up above his shoulder. His arms and shoulders are the only thing keeping me up against this wall.

  “Ian, fuck, no. What if they hear us?” I say, winding my fingers through his hair.

  He doesn’t give a damn about what I’ve said. He doesn’t give a damn about anything other than me.

  He buries his face into my pussy, shaking his nose against my clit and running his tongue between my pussy lips, lapping up the cum that’s just burst through them. I throw my head back, looking right up to the ceiling.

  Housed right above us is a security camera.

  It sets in that there’s likely a security guard somewhere in this store monitoring this and getting off to our hot little session. It turns me on so much to know that someone could actually be watching, and it overrides my fear of being caught and whatever consequences could come of that.

  As Ian makes out with my pussy, I grab my tits and pinch my nipples, enjoying every bit of the affection I’m taking in and entertaining the fantasy that we could have an audience.

  I grind my hips against Ian’s face and hear a muffled moan of approval under me. As I hump his face I feel him adjust himself below me.

  Ian pulls his face from between my legs and brings them off his shoulders, lowering me to the ground gently. He stands up, spins me around quickly, and forces my attention to the floor-length mirror in front of us.

  I see our bodies in the reflection. My own naked body, glistening with sweat, saliva, and cum is in the foreground, and Ian’s sexy loosened tie, wrinkled shirt, and messy hair is behind me.

  We’re the perfect picture of a sexy, wild couple. I enjoy Ian’s adventurous nature and his blind confidence in any situation. It all comes through, right here in our reflection.

  He pulls my hair aside and kisses me on the neck, and I watch him right there in the mirror and extend an arm up to caress his face. Watching him please me is erotic and new and incredibly fascinating.

  Ian looks up in the mirror at me, staring right into my reflection’s eyes. I see him grab at his neck and unravel his tie. He straightens it out and lets it hang from his neck freely while he reaches to my sides and grabs my wrists.

  He pulls them behind me, holding them in place in the small of my back while he grabs his tie. He starts knotting the tie around my wrists, looping the tie through them several times, getting a snug fit and a good hold.

  “Look at me,” he commands.

  I look into his face, staring into mine in the mirror.

  “You’re mine today, Meg,” he states. “Do you understand that?”

  “Yes,” I say in almost a whisper.

  “Good.”

  He shoves his knee between my legs, forcing them to part just slightly. As I plant my feet firmly on the ground, I’m instantly lifted to my toes as Ian’s cock slides into my tight, wet pussy.

  His hand is on the back of my neck, and his fingers are holding my head firmly in place, making sure I’m watching my own expression as his cock enters me.

  Another fucking thrilling and erotic feeling I’ve never had before. Watching your own face while you’re getting fucked teaches you so much about yourself that you never thought you needed to know.

  “Oh, fuck, Ian,” I breathe. “Oh my fuck, I can’t take it.”

  I just can’t help myself. I need him to know that I’m close to my edge, to the abyss, and that it looks like a dangerous fall.

  “Tell me how much of my cock you want inside of you,” he demands.

  “I want every fucking inch, sir,” I beckon.

  “Yeah?” he starts. “Beg for it, Meg. Beg me to shove my entire fucking cock inside of you.”

  “Please! Oh my fucking god. Ahh! Ahhhh! Pleeaasee fuck me with you whole fucking cock. I fucking need it, Ian. I need your fucking cock!” I shout.

  “That’s fucking right you do. Why is that, Megan?”

  “Because I’m your slut, and I deserve to be fucked!” I cry, just rolling the words right off the top of my head. It’s coming so naturally.

  I feel it. It’s all true. Watching him fuck me, seeing my expression, seeing how my body responds to his, and enjoying it all so, so much…I am his slut today.

  And I’m fucking embracing it.

  He grabs my hips and pounds into me, the sound of skin slapping together ever-present in this fitting room. We slam into each other over and over.

  His cock rams against my G-spot and up to my cervix, filling my cunt entirely.

  “I want to come,” I say through clenched teeth. “Please let me come.”

  “Wait.”

  My eyes roll back into my head as I practice as much restraint as I’m able to. I bite my lip and sink my teeth in hard. When I can’t handle it anymore, and right when I feel like I’m about to explode, he grants my permission.

  “Come. Come with me, Meg!” he shouts.

  We come together, and he forces my face back to the mirror and makes me watch my face form a giant ‘O’ as incredible pleasure courses through my entire body.

  As I come onto his cock, he comes inside of me.

  I’m so full of both of our cum that it just bursts right out of me as he pulls out, dripping down my thighs and rolling all the way down to my ankles.

  He turns me around and grabs me by the cheeks and kisses me hard and passionately. I let his tongue slide into my mouth and we make out in our post-orgasmic high.

  “Come with me,” he says. “Let’s get your new garments paid for and head on out.”

  He winks at me and spanks my ass as I get myself dressed, cum still dripping down my thigh.

  Chapter 18

  Ian

  Sweat and cum glisten on her body.

  A shiver runs through mine.

  She pulls her dress on, and all I can think is how fucking lucky I am. Never before has such a beautiful woman graced my presence, and—better yet—I’ve just spent the afternoon spoiling her and ravaging her.

  Today couldn’t be a better day if I had spent it obtaining another billion dollars. Meg is an absolute fucking delight, and I’ve had the most pleasure courting her.

  Normally, I’d be done right about now. I’d be bored and looking for my way out.

  Not with her. I’m still hungry.

  “May I?” I ask, offering to zip her dress once it’s back into proper position on her body.

  “Yes, please,” she responds as she spins around, giving me a fucking glorious view of her ass.

  I pull the zipper all the way to the top and pull her beautiful hair back, just wanting to put my hands through it. She tilts her head back over her shoulder and gives me a seductive, sultry look.

  My own heart skips a beat at her amazing beauty, and I stand close to her and wrap my arm around her waist.

  “Come, Meg. Let’s get this all wrapped up for you,” I suggest. “We should be heading back to the manor, yes?”

  “Yeah, just one moment,” she responds.

  She’s facing herself in the mirror, brushing the dress d
own to get any wrinkles out and checking herself out one last time.

  I don’t know if she’s done it on purpose or by pure mistake, but she still has a rather significant amount of both of our cum drizzling down her legs, running from the tease line of her dress all the way to her ankles.

  Either way, it serves as a hell of a decoration for such a ravishing young woman, and I won’t point it out. It’s entirely appropriate. Besides, we’ll be returning home after this, and she’s free to retire to the washroom for a relaxing bath.

  I take her hand, and we walk from the dressing room to the checkout counter.

  “Did you find everything you were needing?” the cashier asks politely.

  “Absolutely. Thank you,” I respond, acknowledging her sincerity.

  I like to think that I’m much more polite than most of the more wealthy individuals I’ve encountered in my life, all while still maintaining my own sense of entitlement.

  I pull out a gold American Express card and pass it to the cashier, not bothering to hear the total. She swipes it, places the receipt in one of the bags, and we take them from the counter and make our way through the outdoor mall to the limo.

  It’s a gorgeous day outside, and there are many people flocking outside, enjoying the mall at their leisure. One particularly fun note is that there are many of them turning their heads at us, staring at my gorgeous prize of a woman and noticing her accessory running down from between her legs as we strut to our vehicle.

  My chauffeur is waiting at the passenger door of the limo, ready to open the door for us.

  “Hello, James. Did you enjoy your break?” I inquire. “Lovely day outside.”

  “Yes, sir, as a matter of fact I did. Thank you so much for asking,” James responds.

  He’s been a loyal employee of my family for many years. He’s almost like family himself. I care to check in with him.

  “Of course, James,” I respond as I help Meg into the limo ahead of me.

  Admittedly, while I’m being a gentleman, I have her ahead of me also to check out her spectacular ass.

  I climb in behind her, and we sit side by side. The limo door closes, and James comes around to the front. He starts the car, and we depart for our destination.

  My fingers are laced with hers, her soft skin resting against mine. She leans into me and rests her head against my chest. Nothing is as grand as a lovely woman feeling safe and comfortable against you.

  The thoughts of our dressing room adventure creep into my mind. It’s just happened, and I still can hardly wrap my mind around it.

  Her body, her smile, and her kind demeanor all just come together to equate an over-the-top experience. I’m already hooked on her, and I’m afraid it’s gotten me into a slight…dilemma.

  My cock twitches in my pants. She better notice that Daddy’s ready for round two. I want to see if her mind is on my cock as much as mine is on her body.

  She glances immediately down, and I’m pleased.

  Good girl.

  Quickly, her hands find the button and zipper to my pants. She unfastens and unzips them, reaching in and grabbing my cock right from my trousers.

  My hand resting behind her head becomes a force that pushes her down against my cock, which she slips right into her mouth. Her lips are curled around it, her tongue swiveling around the head, her hand firmly gripped on my shaft.

  She starts to move up and down on it, with some guidance from my hand. I moan as the tip of my cock sits at the entrance of her throat. She shakes her head against it, stimulating it even more.

  I take her head, holding it in place, and start thrusting up into her mouth. She moans for me, loving that I’ve taken control again. She sits, mouth open invitingly, and lets me fuck her face as we continue our trek to the mansion.

  There are many cars all around us, and if the windows of the limo weren’t tinted, I’m certain someone would peer in and see her head bobbing up and down on my rod. I would love for everyone to see her in the act. She truly is mesmerizing.

  I lay my head back against the headrest and look straight up to see a mirror above us, reflecting our little party. I see her lovely ass as she sits and takes my cock in her mouth like a true little slut.

  My cock throbs and pulses in her mouth, and I grip her hair tight as I squirt cum into her mouth, filling it with my creamy fluid. I moan in delight as she accepts my cum against her tongue.

  I let up on her, allowing her to sit upright next to me. She leans in and kisses me hard, depositing my cum into my mouth, mixed with her saliva.

  We trade it back and forth in our mouths, just sharing and passing it between us. I return it to her mouth one last time and break our kiss.

  “Swallow it,” I order.

  She smiles as she swishes it around in her mouth and gulps it down. She’s incredibly obedient and so eager to please.

  “Thank you, Ian,” she says.

  I slide a hand behind her and quickly tug her zipper all the way down. I yank the straps from her shoulders and lay her down and pull the garment down her legs. I pull her panties down and off of her and throw her legs above my shoulders, my hard cock already waiting to enter her pussy.

  She flexes her hips up at my cock, slipping it in just slightly. I hover over her and hold her wrists down and see the shift in her eyes from wild and crazy to submissive.

  She gulps and waits for me. I push my cock inside of her, giving her my full length right then and there.

  She whimpers as I slide myself in, the tip of my cock right at her cervix. I thrust myself in and out of her nice and hard.

  I shift us quickly, pulling her on top of me. I press the button that controls the mechanism, opening the sunroof. I get on my knees, lifting her just outside of the limo enough that her tits are visible to all of the traffic around us.

  I hold her waist and plow into her and let all of the city watch her orgasm, just as she had done in the department store just moments ago.

  It’s fucking sexy to put her on display.

  She comes all over my cock, and as I’m about to come, I pull her back down into the car.

  “On your knees,” I command her.

  I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke it, coming all over her bare chest.

  My cum drips down her body, resting on her nipples, her stomach, and even dripping down to her pussy. I pant and gaze into my gorgeous woman, truly taken by how sexy she looks just covered in an outfit’s worth of my cum.

  Meg smiles and scoops a glob of cum with her fingers and pushes it into her mouth before smiling and winking at me coyly and redressing herself for the second time.

  As I zip her dress for her again, we arrive at the mansion.

  Chapter 19

  Meg

  It’s been an idyllic few days at the mansion.

  Mrs. Simmons has put me to work, seemingly harder than ever. It’s as if she’s silently making me pay for all the adoration I’ve gained from the men.

  I wonder how many other maids or members of the staff they’ve bedded. It doesn’t get past me that these guys are playboys. And even though we have a connection and I’m starting to have feelings for them, ultimately I know that it will not last. That it can’t.

  Besides, I have my own plan for getting away. I’ve been continuing my nightly research as to where to go when this whole thing is over. Granted, I’m getting in so deep with these guys that it will be hard to leave and even harder to betray them.

  But Simon has not let me off the hook for a second. He’s constantly bugging me and threatening me over text. He wants information, and he wants it now.

  But the truth is, there’s just nothing to find out. I don’t know where George Belcourt’s will is hidden. I don’t know if it’s even hidden. And I don’t know what other dirt I can dig up on these guys.

  I’m giving Simon all the information I have, but it’s not enough. Nothing is ever enough for him.

  Right now, Mrs. Simmons has me clearing out and organizing the storage space in the ba
sement underneath the house. I’m grateful to be alone in the cedar-lined room, where I can collect my thoughts and think about what has happened so far.

  I have different feelings for all the guys, but feelings nonetheless. I can’t deny that to myself any longer.

  After Ian took me out shopping, and we had that…experience, I find myself constantly thinking about him. I think about his rock-hard cock and how good it felt sliding in and out of me. I want more of him.

  I want more of all of them.

  Ian is so handsome, with that thick blonde hair and his preppy yet casual attitude. I find myself attracted to men like this, men who have gone to good schools, so I know that they’re very intelligent. I like to hold a conversation with a man; it gets me aroused.

  I admire the fact that he’s made something of himself in the city, from the ground up. I know he’s a fantastic lawyer, and I commend the fact that he’s made his own wealth.

  Granted, all the guys have, but there’s something uniquely special about Ian that was revealed to me when he took me out the other day. I guess I could just really see myself being with him.

  But at the same time, Paul was really something quite special. My time with him was incredible.

  The way he dominated me in his bedroom will never leave my thoughts, not for an instant. In fact, I find myself missing it…missing him. He’s the most rugged of all the men, and I think that’s super sexy.

  I do my best to organize the storage area and make things look nice, but the whole time, my mind is wandering over to these four brothers.

  Paul might’ve made love to me first, but actually, Matt was the first one to kiss me. He was the first one to make a move on me, after all. I was doubting that any of these guys could ever like me until Matt came into the picture.

  I’ll never forget that day in the library and how good it felt to be with him. I know he’s packing a giant cock, too, and I’m anxious to get a taste of it.

  But then there’s Evan, too. He’s always going out of his way to make me feel comfortable and at home. I know he’s holding back, and I just think the reason is that he wants to respect me. That alone makes me feel good, but of course, I can’t forget the way he planned that special breakfast for me in the garden.