by Bonnie Dee
“This is April from Labors of Love. I wondered if you have any time available later this evening. I have an appointment for you. I know it’s a bit short notice but that’s how it works sometimes.”
He jotted down the address the receptionist gave him for a Wilma Addington along with her particular likes and dislikes.
“I have some other requests for you. Saturday afternoon and Sunday evening.”
“Oh.” Ryan looked up and saw Bruce watching him from across the room. “I’ll, uh, check my schedule and get back to you.”
He hung up, amazed that he was so in demand. Maybe it was just because he was new on the roster. Something different to try, like a new restaurant. The idea of being the flavor of the month was awful and he was kind of disgusted with himself for stooping this low. But he thought of Rose Arbor in comparison to other facilities he’d checked out and knew that he’d pay whatever it took to keep Gram in comfortable, familiar surroundings.
Ryan the flashing button on his headset and lowered his voice to a seductive purr. “Hi, this is Kurt. What can I do for you?”
As he spun out a fantasy for the client, he thought about his other job and wondered what Wilma Addington would be like. He had a hunch she wouldn’t be near as great as Monica had been last night. No one would. He’d been lucky his first time out, but the escort job was bound to get unpleasant and demeaning.
Chapter Five
Over the next five days Ryan learned something about himself. He could have sex with a woman whether he found her attractive or not. Giving them oral pleasure was a no-brainer. All he had to do was tune out any distaste he might feel and do it. He tried to concentrate on how much his client was enjoying his technique. But the part he’d been worried about--achieving an erection when he wasn’t particular attracted--turned out not to be a problem. Seemed he could get it up and keep it up until the customer was satisfied.
His next client, Mrs. Addington was a large-bodied woman with a full-bodied voice. Her manner was so overbearing during their meal at a restaurant that he was sure she was going to request him to take a submissive role during sex later. Instead she surprised him by doing a one-eighty and losing her domineering attitude. It was clear she wanted Ryan to take charge and she hinted that she ought to get a spanking for being a bad girl. So he turned her over his lap and spanked her until her pale buttocks were bright red. He’d never been much into that kind of sexual play and winced at the angry marks his hand made. But his client didn’t wanted him to hold back and encouraged him by crying, “More. Harder. Make it hurt!”
After the spanking, some pretty vanilla sex ensued and Ryan was back in his comfort zone. He made it through the evening with Mrs. Addington by remembering what excellent pay he was getting for a few hours work. He reminded himself that if he couldn’t afford to keep Gram in Rose Arbor, he’d have to move her to someplace cheap and a lot less welcoming like Twilight Glen. Or he’d have to put school on hold.
Ryan’s Saturday assignment was to accompany a woman named Amanda Rice to an old friend’s wedding. She was a pale, thin woman with lightly freckled skin and abundant red hair. Since she was quite attractive, he wondered why she couldn’t line up a real date, but Amanda confided that she’d just been through a series of bad relationships and simply wanted to have a man on her arm at this wedding. None of her male friends were free to go with her and this was one event she didn’t want to attend solo. It was an easy afternoon’s work. The food at the reception was plentiful and Ryan enjoyed the dancing.
At the end of the evening he thought he was going to get away without providing additional services, but Amanda invited him up to her apartment for a nightcap which led to kissing and then sex. Ryan went home with another mission accomplished.
His Monday tryst was less pleasant. The client, who demanded he call her Mistress Yara, had him dress in some strappy leather fetishwear with a studded dog collar. She took him to an exclusive club on a leash and had him perform all sorts of tricks.
Note to self, he thought as he was on his knees, licking her feet. When the special requirements on a client’s profile call for a subservient male, give it a miss.
He began to regret his decision to work for Labors of Love no matter how good the money. It wasn’t just the experience with the dominatrix, but all of it, the sum total of the few clients he’d served. Each one left him feeling a little more diminished and used. This was not the person he wanted to be, or the man his grandmother had raised him to be. He would find some other way to make money, take out more student loans or something.
By Wednesday afternoon he’d decided to tell Ms. Darrow the job wasn’t going to work out for him. Before he could, he received a call from the receptionist telling him Monica Brennerman wanted a date for the following weekend.
“All right,” he agreed. Monica was one client he wouldn’t mind seeing again.
“She has a special request for this visit. A particular scenario she was quite shy to express.”
Ryan’s stomach dropped. What unexpected kinks did sweet Monica have? Was there going to be a dog collar involved?
“She wants to act out a home invasion fantasy—what we used to call a rape fantasy but that’s not PC. Nothing extremely violent, only a little harmless play-acting with you in the role of escaped convict. You are to invade her home at 8:30 p.m. next Friday if that’s acceptable and ‘force’ her to have sex with you.”
Ryan smiled a little as he agreed. Playing a dominant role sounded much better than acting submissive. Get rough, but not too rough? He could do that.
*
Friday came fast, which was good since Ryan had spent most of the week thinking about his session with Monica. As he walked up the path to her house, he rehearsed the lines he’d made up and practiced brandishing the pistol he’d bought.
When Monica opened the door for him, he was so pleased to see her that he broke character and smiled. Then he rearranged his face into a scowl and pushed her inside the house and up against the wall, pinning her with his body so she couldn’t move. He pressed the gun against her temple.
“Scream and I’ll shoot, bitch!” he growled.
Monica glanced sideways at the gun and began to laugh.
“What?”
“Ryan, it’s a neon orange water pistol. That doesn’t help the illusion.”
“I knew I should’ve brought a knife instead.” He jammed the small plastic gun in his jacket pocket and grabbed her throat, gripping hard enough to let her know he meant business. The feeling of her body trapped beneath his, her pulse beating fast against his palm, made him hard. He ground his growing erection against her.
Monica’s eyes widened. “What do you want?” she choked. “Money? Credit cards? Jewelry? Take anything. Just don’t hurt me.”
“I don’t want your shit or your money. I just want to fuck you, and if you scream I’ll...” He glanced around. “I’ll kill your cat!”
Monica’s mouth trembled and a snort of laughter escaped her.
“Come on! I’m doing my best. You’re ruining my scene.”
“I’m sorry, but you’re really not very good at this.”
“Oh yeah? Well, get on your knees…bitch!” He let go of her throat, grabbed her shoulder and pushed her to the floor. He released her long enough to unzip his jeans, and whip out his cock. He’d figured his character went commando. “Suck it, you little slut.”
Seizing a handful of her hair, he dragged her face toward his crotch. An obscene thrill went through him at the sight of her on her knees before him. It gave him a new appreciation for Mistress Yara’s kind of play.
Monica wrapped her hand around his shaft and brought the head to her mouth. She licked and looked up at him from beneath her brows.
His heart stuttered she looked so hot. He wanted to thrust, but waited while she sucked him in bit by bit until he was fully engulfed in her hot, wet mouth. Ryan groaned as she moved her head up and down. The slow suck and release was heavenly. He twisted his fingers in her dark hair to guide
the movement of her head. His body trembled with the need to push harder, deeper, to choke her with his cock, but he held himself steady, letting her take the lead.
Monica’s encircled his dick with her hand, stroking with good, hard pressure while she continued to suck. Her other hand slipped around his hip to grasp his ass and squeeze. Ryan closed his eyes and surrendered to the amazing sensation of her mouth on him, her soft hair wrapped around his hands and her harsh fingers digging into his cheek. As the tension inside him grew tighter, he began to thrust. If he didn’t regain control, he’d come in a moment.
He pulled away from her mouth and hands and opened his eyes. “Get up.”
His voice was so hoarse he sounded like a stranger to himself. He tugged at Monica’s hair pulling her head away from his crotch. As she climbed to her feet, he quickly decided what to do next. “Strip.”
Ryan stood, fully clothed except for his dick sticking out of his open fly, and watched as Monica took off her top, skirt and underwear. If she was nervous to strip in front of him, she hid it well, keeping her eyes locked with his as each garment fell to the floor. At last she stood before him naked and shivering either from chill, nervousness or anticipation.
Her petite frame made her appear younger than twenty-seven, the age in her profile. His arousal raged at the sight of her teacup breasts with their rosy, pert nipples. A triangle of dark hair hid the prize of the pussy he longed to plunder. He wanted to attack her like the savage rapist he was supposed to be portraying. The primal need to possess coursed through him.
Monica looked at him expectantly. Ryan fought the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her—not appropriate criminal behavior.
“Over here.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly over to the couch, where he put his palm between her shoulder blades and pushed her over the back. Her body curved over the back, arms and head resting on the cushion, ass lifted into the air as she stood on tiptoe. She looked helpless, vulnerable, submissive and extremely fuckable that way. Her cheeks were slightly parted and he pushed them wider to reveal the puckered entrance there. A fresh jolt of lust enflamed him at the sight and he spread her legs apart to afford a better view of the dark shadow of her pussy below. He ran a hand between her thighs, dipped his fingers inside her and found her incredibly wet for him.
Monica shuddered and moaned, the soft little sound driving him crazy. He withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth and tasted her. He would’ve fallen to his knees, pressed his face in between her thighs and started feasting, but it didn’t seem likely for an attacker to take the time to pleasure his victim.
Ryan stripped off his clothes and sheathed his cock in a condom. Monica remained obediently in the position in which he’d placed her, egs quivering from the strain of keeping on her toes and spread apart. He hoped they were also quivering in anticipation of being fucked.
Instead of driving into her pussy with one hard push, he decided to do something unexpected. He dipped his fingers into her entrance, coating them with moisture then traced a circle around her other entrance, which clenched in response. He inserted the tip of a finger, easing inside.
Monica gasped.
“Hold still. Relax and they’ll go in.”
She quieted and he worked two fingers into the tight channel. His cock grew even harder, desperate to thrust into her. Ryan pumped his fingers carefully in and out and snaked his other hand around her hip to rub her clit.
Monica’s moan was muffled by the couch cushions. Her buttocks tensed and her entire body trembled. She pushed back onto his hand.
Ryan replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, fascinated by the sight of her sphincter stretching around him. Lust roared through him, demanding he push in hard and fuck her deeply. Her tightness felt so good around him. But without more lubricant—and he hadn’t thought to bring any—he wasn’t going to be able to fuck her ass without hurting her. Reluctantly he withdrew from that delicious constriction.
He stripped off the condom and switched to a fresh one before leaning over Monica’s back, his weight pressing her even deeper into the couch. He whispered hoarsely into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, but first I want to hear you beg for it.”
When she didn’t respond immediately, he grabbed the nape of her neck. “Say it, bitch. Say, ‘please fuck me.’”
“Please.” Her voice was muffled. Monica turned her head and repeated, low, “Please. Please fuck me.”
He squeezed her neck a little. “Louder. Tell me how much you want me inside you.”
“Please, fuck me. Please.” She sounded breathless. “I need you inside me right now. God, I need your big, hard cock pumping into me. Please do it. Give it to me right now.”
Ryan drove inside her hard enough to lift her feet off the floor and slam her into the couch. He showed her none of the tenderness he’d displayed their first night together, but took her with brute force as requested.
“You like it rough? You like it like this, slut?”
“Ohhhhh!” Monica howled, tears leaked from the corner of her closed eyes.
Ryan felt another rush of burning lust as their flash slapped together. For a moment he lost himself. He wanted to hurt her, to ram her so hard she cried for real. The intensity of this urge frightened him. He drove into her with increasing speed and intensity, hoisting her hips higher so he could thrust even deeper. His cockhead hit something unyielding deep inside her.
Monica squealed.
Immediately he backed off a fraction, but continued pumping hard and fast until his balls drew tight. The tension gathering in his groin unfurled, filling his cock, pouring through him. He groaned as he came.
At nearly the same moment, Monica’s body clenched around him and she gave a cry of passion so loud Ryan feared the neighbors might think she was actually being assaulted and call the police.
His legs shook and he collapsed against her back. He relished the feel of her heaving body trapped beneath him. His weight pressed her down into the couch, but if it was uncomfortable, she didn’t complain. Ryan listened to her heart pounding, her breath drawing in and out.
Suddenly something landed on the couch right beside Monica’s head. Ryan looked into golden cat eyes as the tabby cat sniffed at them curiously.
“Mrrrow?” Amber patted at Monica’s sweaty tangle of hair, making them both laugh.
Ryan kissed Monica between the shoulder blades and straightened, then helped her upright. “Was it good? I wasn’t too rough?”
She shook her head. “No, it was…
“Crazy,” he finished for her. “I’ve never felt anything so...”
“Intense. I know.” She smiled. “I screamed like a banshee.”
He took her in his arms and pulled her against his chest, rocking her in his embrace for a few moments. “Want to take a shower?”
“Yes.”
He followed her to the bathroom where she turned on the shower. They stepped under the stinging hot spray, letting it rinse away the sweat of sex from their bodies. Monica applied gel to a puff and began soaping her body, but Ryan took it from her and completed the task. He loved the way her breasts looked jutting through the soapsuds like small islands, her dark nipples tiny mountains. He rinsed off the lather and took first one nipple then the other in his mouth as the water beat down on his head. He sucked until Monica gasped with pleasure.
“Now you,” she said, picking up the puff from the bottom of the tub where he’d dropped it, squeezed more body shampoo onto it and lathered Ryan’s back, chest, arms and legs.
He closed his eyes and he enjoyed the feeling of the soft, scratchy puff gliding over him. He rotated to give her access to every part of his body and froze when her hand glided up and down his cock.
She smiled and his stomach flipped. “Wanna get dirty again?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He dragged her to him, under the hot, steady stream of water and kissed her.
She pressed the length of her body against him and put her arm
s around his neck. Their slick skin glided together and Monica whimpered into his mouth. The needy sound sent a new urge to possess rushing through him. Ryan lifted her up and pressed her against the glass shower door.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pumped against her stomach, his dick gliding over her clit with each stroke. The water beat on his back and Monica pressed against his front as sleek as a seal. They kissed fiercely and ground together more fiercely until the shower door rattled with each thrust.
Monica pulled away. “Maybe we should continue in the bedroom where there are condoms.”
Ryan turned off the water and they wrapped in towels before making a dash for the bedroom. Monica dove onto the bed and Ryan discarded his towel and jumped on the bed with her, making the frame shake. He tore away her bath towel and tossed it aside then kissed her throat until she squirmed.
“Stop! It tickles,” she choked.
He moved from her throat down to her breasts, nibbling the nipples and drawing them out before releasing them. He pinned her arms on either side of her head. She struggled against him until he let her get away and take the upper hand.
She rolled him onto his back and straddled him, leaning over and holding his wrists as he’d held hers. Her hair was a wet curtain on either side of their faces. She rocked against his erection. Ryan was amazed at how much he wanted her again, as if they hadn’t just had that intense faux-rape sex in the living room.
He kissed her deeply once then pulled away to whisper, “Fuck! Condoms again. They’re in my jeans.”
“I have some.” She stretched to open the nightstand drawer and pull out a box.
He watched her face, memorizing every adorable feature, as she opened one of the condom wrappers and dressed his erect cock. He vowed this time he would go slow no matter how much he wanted her. He needed to make this last in case it was the last time he got to be with her. Just a client, not a girl you’re dating, he reminded himself.
She looked at him with glowing, dark eyes, as she sat astride him again, settling her body down onto his erection. He moaned as she engulfed him and reached out to touch her face, cradling her cheek in his hand. He lifted his head from the pillow and Monica leaned to kiss him. The stroke of his tongue against hers matched the leisurely thrusting. They rocked together, building up a slow burn of heat, nothing like the frantic urgency of before but deeply satisfying.