Once: A Collection of Sinfully Sexy and Twisted Tales

by Anthology

  One second she was there, whispering dirty things in his ear and the next she was gone. He couldn’t feel or hear her but her scent lingered in the air, teasing him. He heard her heels clicking on the floor so she had to still be in the room. The anticipation of what she would do next was turning him on immensely. He knew this odd and dangerous predicament shouldn’t turn him on and he was embarrassed because of it. This was wrong...very wrong and Mike struggled with this new feeling.

  He twisted against his binds and didn’t care if he ruined the bandages. He wanted out. But all the twisting and movements did nothing. He slumped in defeat and dropped his head forward. This was some kind of sick, twisted joke. They must have the wrong person; the wrong person named Mike. That had to be the only logical explanation at the point.

  He got a whiff of her perfume again and then he felt her between his legs. She was spreading him open with her knee. They couldn’t go too far because his ankles were tightly bound to the chair. Her hands ran up his bare thighs, up and over his hips before slipping behind him where she dug her nails into his back. Mike’s head popped up and dropped backward this time. He was having a hard time controlling his feelings and the urge to give into her. He didn’t want to be turned on! He couldn’t let her turn him on!

  “You like it, Mike,” she purred softly to him in a knowing tone, as if they had done this before. “I can’t wait to ride your cock.”

  Mike started shaking his head no and tried to talk but the gag was still secured in his mouth. He was married. He wouldn’t cheat on his wife. He couldn’t do that to her no matter how frustrated he was with his sex-life.

  “It’s okay honey...I won’t hurt you.”

  Mike concentrated on anything other than her hands roaming over his body. She kissed his chest, sucked on his nipples and nibbled his ear lobes. He tried hard to think of a distraction, anything, to keep his mind somewhere else other than in this room with this woman all but devouring him.

  It didn’t work. Her hands were as soft as her kisses. She was gentle with him, like she was when she tended to his wounds. Mike was on a serious overload of sensations. Every piece of him was begging to be touched by her. His body wanted this strange seductress badly, but his mind still struggled.

  Was this still considered cheating if he had no way of defending himself? he asked himself.

  Mike’s cock was growing hard, now bulging against his boxers. He kept trying to shake off her advances. His attempts of yelling were muffled and strangled.

  She slipped her hand over his boxers and began rubbing him.

  Mike’s breathing hitched again and the air struggled through his nose. He was breathing so fast and so heavily he was getting light-headed. The gag was uncomfortable and most importantly, he needed more air.

  “That’s what I want to see,” she said. “But you have to say yes, Mike.” Her hands disappeared, then her body. “Don’t fight it. I know you want me, I can see it. Do you want to feel how wet I am? Fuck, I’m so turned on. I want to sit on your lap and bury that cock deep inside of my pussy. But you have to nod yes. Give me permission, Mike. I promise you won’t regret it.”

  Mike’s body wanted her and if things were different he would already be buried deep inside her pussy. His body had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her right now. He didn’t know her, couldn’t see her, and yet he felt like they had some kind of connection.

  How fucked up is that? he asked himself.

  Mike had always played by the rules. So what if for one night he didn’t? He could sit here and let this woman do things to him and his body that no woman had ever done before. Or he could say no, and then what? She’d just let him go? Hand him the key and walk away?

  Mike found himself nodding his head yes and knew this was going to change his life in more ways than one. But for now, he wouldn’t think of the consequences. He began to realize he needed this more then he wanted it. He needed someone to want him; someone who wanted to please him and make him come.

  The next thing he felt was her hands at his hips again then a ripping or tearing kind of noise. “Well then, we don’t need these anymore, do we?” She ripped and tore at his boxers until they were gone. He was now naked and exposed to her; exposed to a stranger he couldn’t even see.

  This fueled him and his desire. He wanted to be patient and enjoy what was to happen next, but he also wanted to see her, touch her in return and have her lips on his.

  He was so turned on his cock was harder than ever before at the possibility of having sex. He hardly had enough sex to satisfy him over the years and even though he loved his wife and was devoted to her, he was still frustrated and lonely; lonely and horny to be quite blunt about it, and had been for quite some time. For relief, he jacked off in the shower every day, sometimes more than once, but it still was never enough.

  He was always on edge, always needing a release.

  She grabbed his cock and Mike moaned out as he felt her body shift and her arms rest on his thighs.

  “So fucking hard,” she muttered and then he felt her tongue lick the tip of him. He bucked and tried to push forward, searching for her mouth.

  “Jesus Mike,” she said before she sucked the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. “Every part of you…fucking delicious.” She continued to give Mike the best blow job he’s ever had in his life. He was on the edge of coming. His orgasm was close and he wanted nothing more than this woman to take all of him and his orgasm. His heart was racing frantically and he was still struggling to breathe through his nose. He moaned, hoping she would remove the gag but she ignored him.

  She sucked his cock back into her mouth, slamming it against the back of her throat. She sucked hard, pulling him in and out of her mouth at a steady pace. Mike moaned in pleasure. He had never felt anything so sensational; so good. So fucking good.

  She continued to suck, lick, and tease him. He was surprised he hadn’t come yet but he was enjoying her lips on him.

  Mikes body was growing tense by the second, his orgasm wanting to explode out of his hard and swollen cock, but then she stopped. Mike grunted and she laughed.

  She paused a moment. “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll take the gag out if you promise not to scream. If you scream, I stop. I won’t touch you again and I’ll drop your ass off in a ditch. If you’re a good boy and only give me what I want and obey, then I’ll slip a finger inside and let you taste me.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “If you want to taste me Mike, nod your head.”

  Mike only paused for a few seconds before he nodded. His orgasm wanted to be released, but he also wanted the damn gag out of his mouth. He wanted to be free, to take control, to bend her over this damn chair and fuck her. He needed it and honestly, he wanted it. He couldn't care less if it was the wrong thing to do or not.

  Half betrayal, he thought, because he still shouldn’t want any other woman other than his wife. However, he couldn’t help the situation he was stuck in. He didn’t ask for this, it was forced on him. It was probably stupid reasoning, but then again, he was living in the moment and didn’t care. He was tired of being lonely and what this woman was offering would never again happen in his life.

  She was at his ear again, whispering. “Do you agree?”

  Mike nodded a few times.

  “Good boy, Mike. Trust me, I taste divine.”

  She slowly pulled the gag out and Mike gulped for air. A few seconds later, she had his cock in her mouth.

  “Fuck,” Mike grunted out and she dug her hands into his thigh.

  She pulled his cock out of her mouth. “You want to taste me now or after you come?”

  “Now!” he blurted out like a horny teenager.

  “I knew you would you were a dirty, fucking pervert,” she laughed lightly as he felt one of her feet rest on his thigh. “Just my type.”

  She leaned down to kiss him and Mike froze. He wasn’t expecting that to happen. He didn’t kiss her back--not at first--but then she forced her tongue in his
mouth and again his body betrayed him. He kissed her back hard and fast and she started to moan.

  “I’m touching myself for you, Mike,” she said in between kisses. Mike just nodded and then she replaced her lips with her fingers.

  Mike sucked them hard as his eyes rolled in the back of his head, her taste exploding on his tongue. He sucked all her sweet juices off the offered fingers. She was right, she tasted divine and instantly he wanted his tongue in her pussy. He wanted to put her on edge of an orgasm and tease her right back.

  Mike grunted, mentally kicking himself for thinking these horrible thoughts about this woman.

  “You liked it,” she teased him.

  Mike kept quiet. It was best for him not to acknowledge it out loud. His actions were enough. She climbed off his lap and Mike sighed.

  “I’m just taking my panties off,” she chuckled and climbed back on.

  She didn’t bury his cock in her. Instead, she stated rubbing her wet pussy up and down the length of his cock, wrapping him up in her folds. She truly was fucking him and as much as Mike wanted to be inside of her, this was phenomenal. He gave her permission to fuck him, and that was exactly what she was doing. She used the tip of his cock to rub her clit every time she came back up his length. It was so fucking erotic, Mike was afraid he was going to come all over his belly.

  “I’m fucking you Mike, just like this," she whispered in his ear. "I want to come all over your cock.” She kept grinding her wet pussy on him, up and down his length. She moaned out as she put both hands behind his neck and pulled his lips to hers.

  “Fuck,” she breathed out. “I’m gonna come, Mike.” She started to pick up the pace and her movements became jagged and uneven.

  No woman had every fucked him like this before. This was a fantasy Mike never even knew he had. He was trying so hard not to come himself as her hands dug deeper into his neck and back. She was close. Mike tried again to move his arms.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, but this time out of frustration. Mike wanted to touch her; he wanted to spread her wide and shove his face into her pussy.

  “Sorry, they have to stay on,” she whispered in his ear. He heard the disappointment in her voice. He didn’t understand it and had no time to make any sense of it.

  Her body got tense and her strokes became slow.

  “You feel that, Mike?” she said breathlessly. “You feel my clit throbbing on your cock? You did that. You made me come so fucking hard!” She rubbed one last time and dropped her head to his chest as she worked on catching her breath.

  Chapter 2

  Jaeda James walked out of the room and grabbed her robe. Securing it tightly in her hand, she walked down the hallway and headed to the office. She just left him sitting there again and he never said anything when she left. She was pissed earlier when she saw Mike’s wedding ring and the sores on his wrists, but now she was just pissed at herself. She had never, not once...had an orgasm with a client. She always faked it, putting on a show for them. She did what she needed to do so she could get the job done. Her job was to show them a good time, get them off and then forget about them, forget about what she did for a living, because if she thought too long on it, it made her sick to her stomach. She hated how her life turned out, but she didn’t have a choice. She never had a fucking choice.

  She busted in the office door to find her brother sitting behind his desk.

  “What the fuck are you doing, Jaeda?” he asked without looking up. “You’re not done.”

  “And how would you know,” she spit back.

  Her brother, Jake James held up his cell phone. “Luca’s watching, little sister.”

  That made her job and life even worse. It truly made her feel like a whore. Luca was in love with her and had been since her brother brought him into the business. Luca would sit in the observation room and jack off when Jaeda was with a client. Not only was the man in love with her, but he was also Jake’s right hand man. She couldn’t escape either one of them.

  Their father started the business and passed away shortly after Jaedas' tenth birthday. Her brother took over and put Jaeda to work as soon as she turned eighteen. A client paid good money to take her virginity. It was a memory she would never forget. She cried for days, then her brother simply put her back to work. She had no choice in the matter. This was her life. Her brother was a sick mother-fucker and she had no doubt her brother would kill her if she tried to leave. Or worse, he would simply turn her over to Luca, and that would be worse than death.

  “You lied to me!” she cried out.

  Jake closed his laptop and stood. He was over six feet tall, had short brown hair and always wore jeans and a t-shirt. Even at meetings with clients he wore what he wanted. That part of the business Jaeda had nothing to do with. She’d overheard conversations and knew some of the clients were politicians, doctors and other people with high profile occupations. People paid her brother to kidnap them and fulfill their fantasies.

  Mike was different and she didn’t know why. He struggled with his handcuffs; clearly, he didn’t want to be here. No other client had ever struggled; they always wanted what they paid for.

  Her brother was now standing in front of her and she knew what was coming. She squeezed her eyes shut just as his hand made contact with her face. She fell to the floor, staying there and refused to look at her brother.

  “You have a job, JJ. One fucking job and you’re the best.” he growled. “I bring the clients in and you fuck them. You don’t ask questions and you sure as fuck don’t question me! I don’t know why you make me repeat myself.”

  She’d heard this story several times over the years so she just stayed down on the ground so he couldn’t hit her again. She was stupid to think that someday he might change his mind and let her go.

  “I raised you after dad died; I did everything for you. I gave you everything and you’re still not grateful. You’re a selfish little bitch!”

  Blah, blah, blah was all Jaeda kept chanting in her head. She just wanted to get this over with and go home. And by home she meant the apartment that was built on top of this stupid fucking building. It was built just for her so her brother could keep her close. Thereby, even though she was at home, she was still in the same building where these dirty deeds were happening. She couldn’t escape and she was too scared to even try.

  The building was huge, encompassing several floors that included six sex-rooms...at least that's what she called them. She was in room five with Mike today which was only known as the chair room. The clients were able to pick out which room they wanted to fulfill their fantasies in. They were always blindfolded and sometimes gagged by request. With Jake, the client always got what they paid for.

  The clients who complained were the old and nasty ones who at times made it hard for her to do her job. On the other hand, the clients she enjoyed were repeat customers even though she still faked her orgasms with them. One of the rules was that no one could share their name or any kind of personal information. If a client wanted his blindfold off, Jaeda wore a black costume mask that hid most of her face. Her brother prided himself on his business's secrecy. In fact, this was one of the main reasons why these men--and sometimes women--were drugged before being transported here. They were also drugged before being released back to where they were taken from. It was all part of the experience they were paying for.

  Her brother grabbed her arm and pulled her off the floor. “Are you listening to me, little sister?”

  “Yes,” she said through gritted teeth.

  He pushed her backward towards the door and although she stumbled, this time she didn’t fall. “Get your ass back in that room and finish your fucking job. You bother me again, I’ll have Luca visit you later.”

  Her brother liked to throw Luca in her face although so far, he’s never followed through with that threat. Her worst nightmare would be a visit from Luca. It would destroy her.

  She left his office and walked back towards the room hugging herself tightly
. Earlier, she made sure Mike gave her the okay for her to proceed. It made her feel a little better for what she was doing, but only slightly. Even though he didn’t want to be here, he gave in and because of her he was committing the ultimate betrayal.

  But she had no choice. She never had, and never will.

  She stood tall and flipped her internal switch so she could get back to work and finish this. It wouldn’t take much for Mike to come. As soon as he was buried deep inside of her, he would explode like a nuclear rocket...she knew this. At that point, the job would be over and Mike would be drugged and shuttled off to wherever it was he had come from. A part of her was looking forward to having sex with this client and was so far actually enjoying it and not faking it.

  “Jaeda!” Luca smiled greasily as he greeted her. Just hearing her name on his lips made her want to puke. As a matter of fact, it did every time. The man was perverted right down to his dark core and from time to time, he would take a female client and her brother would make her watch. It was disgusting and she hated every minute of it. Her brother did that to punish her and remind her who was in charge.

  “What do you want?” she asked and then regretted it immediately.

  “You know what I want.” His eyes scanned her body while she went to the door. She couldn’t see him through the two-way mirror but she knew he would go back in there and watch her finish her job. He put an arm up over the door, preventing her from going into the room.

  “Move, Luca.”

  He leaned into her, his breath a sickening mixture of stale scotch and whatever the hell he had eaten probably hours before. “Excuse me?”

  She tried not to show any fear and looked him straight in the eyes. “Please move. I need to finish my job.”

  “Much better sweetheart.” He ran a finger down the same cheek her brother hit. He shrugged, not commenting...he’s seen her worse than this. Her body tensed at his touch.

  “I saw you,” he grunted out. She said nothing because she knew he had been watching her. “I saw you come. I saw it on your face and the way your body shook. You’ve never done that before, honey.” He grabbed her hand and put it on his cock. “You weren’t faking it like all the other times. Why him? Why did you get off, Jaeda? Why now?” She learned long ago never to engage in conversation with this lunatic so she kept quiet, waiting for him to shut his mouth so she could get this over with. “I’ve jacked off three times now and it won’t go away,” he tittered.