Used by Marlee Wray
Chapter 16
Trick
We’re in a small private dining room at the Wolfram hotel in Manhattan. ‘Vil is bringing the girls down because Zoe is doing their makeup. While C and I made the rounds for meetings, the girls shopped and got spa treatments, which I like. I don’t make money so I can sit on a pile of it. And with Zoe as a shopping companion, Laurel’s clothes will be sexy.
C’s still talking meetings as we have a drink. I wouldn’t make a deal with anyone based on what we’ve heard, but he’s deliberating. If we’re going to choose anyone for a serious partnership, I’m leaning toward Sullivan in Boston since the word is he knows how to collaborate without trying to force other people to take orders from him. He’s also stayed out of things that are none of his business.
Voices make me turn my head, and my eyes lock on Laurelyn. She’s dressed in a pink and gold dress with a snug top that wraps around her breasts and attaches to a tight skirt by a gold ring. The ring lies over a bare expanse of skin from her lower ribs to just below her belly button. Her hair’s up in a high ponytail, and the flawless makeup looks like she’s stepped out of a 1960s photo shoot. Around her neck there’s a delicate gold collar necklace.
“Look at this,” I murmur. “Come to Daddy.”
C’s gaze follows mine, and he grins. “Worth the wait.”
She comes to me with a smile. “Hello. Happy birthday.” The kiss is feathery light against my mouth and adds one more layer of temptation.
“Come with me,” I say, closing my fingers around her wrist. “Don’t wait for us, C.” If he replies, I don’t hear it because I’m already pulling her across the room.
Laurel laughs softly when we get on the elevator. “No dinner?”
“Presents first.”
She licks her lips, which are stained a pale pink. Then her gaze goes lower to her clasped hands. She’s nervous because she knows what I expect tonight. She fills the silence with a little meaningless conversation about their day.
Upstairs, the terrace suite is full of fresh flowers and gift baskets. I remove my suit jacket and holster, then my shirt.
“That dress is perfect. You’ll put it back on for me later.” By later, I mean tomorrow since we won’t leave the room again tonight.
She shivers. “If my makeup gets smudged, I won’t be able to recreate it. Should we—?”
“It’ll be fine.”
Her fingers clutch each other, and her voice is soft as she concedes. “It’s your birthday.”
When I don’t answer, she finally shimmies out of the dress. She’s left standing in a sheer bra and panties and even before I take them off her I can tell she’s been waxed.
Dropping the dress over a hanger, my eyes go to her belly. There’s finally a slight fullness below her navel. My cock strains, wanting to re-stake its claim on her body.
I take my weapon with us into the bedroom and set it on the nightstand. I’m not expecting company, but there are enemies who are unaccounted for.
“Turn around.”
She turns as ordered. I unhook the bra’s clasp.
“Set it on the chair and come back to me.”
Her breathing is audible, and goosebumps cover her arms. When she’s back in front of me and facing away, I bend her arms at the elbows and cross them over each other, then secure them with a pair of lined straps. Turning her toward me, my eyes feast on her round tits. Cupping them and squeezing until she shudders, my hunger burns.
I put clamps on her nipples, and she sucks in a small breath and bites the corner of her mouth, but doesn’t try to escape. Watching her face, I appreciate the blush rising in her cheeks and the downward cast of her stunning eyes.
I sit on the end of the bed. “Lie over my lap, little girl.”
She’s shaky, but obeys like the good girl she’s determined to be. When she’s draped over my thighs, I spank her slowly, warming her ass until she squirms. Then I lower her panties and pull the bullet vibrator from my pocket. Buzzing her clit until her body dances on my lap against my hard cock is exactly the kind of foreplay we both need.
I return to spanking her, firm and steady, until her ass goes from pink to red, until she’s gasping, until the word please drips from her tongue.
When I stand her up in her strappy heels, she’s unsteady and there’s a bright sheen to her eyes. Close to tears with tension coiled tight is exactly where I want her. Now when I make her come it’ll be extra intense.
Kissing her slowly, I suck on her tongue, and it’s a form of possession. I ease a clamp off and tug on her nipple with my teeth before suckling her breast. She twists, trying to move closer, but also to get her breast away. The second one gets the same treatment.
“Please,” she whimpers. “It hurts.”
“I’m just getting started.”
When I stack pillows on the center of the bed it makes her look away, her body vibrating with arousal and fear. I remove the necklace and set it aside.
Kissing her neck, I whisper, “After we’re married, I’m going to put a real collar around your throat.”
Her breathing turns ragged, and my fingers play between the smooth lips of her pussy. My fingers come away wet, and I suck the taste of her off them. “Lie face down over the pillows.”
“I’m nervous.”
Conversation isn’t going to reassure her, so I don’t waste my time. Stepping forward so her chest touches mine, I brush my lips over her ear. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”
There’s a hint of defiance in her expression, but she kneels on the bed and moves to the center. She lowers herself as gracefully as possible before gravity pulls her the rest of the way. Her arms are bound, her blushing ass is raised, and her knees are parted, showing off the dewy petals of her sex and the tiny star of her anus.
I strip and slick some lube over my cock. Positioning the vibrator against her clit, I warm her up until she writhes over the pillows like a kitty in heat. Her ass is gorgeous, and I cup her globes squeezing slowly before separating them so she can feel herself being stretched. She gasps and shudders. The glistening moisture on her lower lips tells me she may be nervous, but she’s also intrigued. I slap each cheek several times to restore the blush.
“Raise your ass.”
She’s hesitant, but obeys, getting her knees onto the mattress and arching her back. I love the look of her in this position, waiting, offering herself to me.
Preparing her pretty asshole, I sink a well-lubed finger inside. When I add a second one, she bucks, and her ring and fists clench.
“Relax for me.”
I wait while she struggles with herself. It takes several long moments for her to comply, and the thud of my heart increases. Every game with her is worth playing.
“That’s it. Unclench your fists, too.” Adding more lube to her, I ease my fingers in and out of her tight virgin ring. I stretch her, enjoying her ragged breathing as she slowly submits.
Removing my fingers, I position the head of my cock and then enter her slowly.
She sucks in a breath and clutches the sheets, struggling not to fight. Spreading her cheeks, I watch her ring stretch taut around me. She mewls and taps her toes against the mattress. I add more lube and sink farther into her ass. She cries out softly, clenching and relaxing until her body accepts its helplessness.
“Mmm.”
The vibrator against her clit excites her again, and her hips circle. Her nervous resistance softens.
That’s my dirty girl, I think, the corners of my mouth curving up as I start to thrust into her warm ass. Her virgin asshole is satisfyingly tight around my cock. Gripping her imprisoned arms, I anchor her body and penetrate the narrow space over and over.
An agonized groan punctuates her orgasm and her ring spasms around me, clutching and releasing my cock as I plunge deeper into her ass until I’m buried to the hilt. I leave her pussy perched on the vibrator because I plan to break her in tonight.
She whimpers, and I know I’m making her sore. Letting myself crash over into orgasm to the beat of her pulsations, I pump seed into her.
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Laurel
Sore, naked, and vulnerable under the covers, I shiver. His hand rests low on my belly, the pressure constantly reminding me that I’m pregnant with his baby. My upper thighs are slick, and my nipples ache from the way he teases them.
“Hey,” I say, cupping my breasts to block his mouth.
He pulls my hands away and pins my wrists to the bed. “Until the baby comes, those belong to Daddy.”
A hard pulse of arousal grips me, making my breath catch. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, teeth biting until I arch and writhe.
“Oh… God.”
He lets go and blows on the stiff peak. The cool air’s soothing until I feel his cock. It’s thick and hard again. Wrapping my fingers around it, I stroke him. He kisses me until my hand moves faster, then he raises his head and his brow cocks.
I lick my lips and try to look innocent.
“It’s my birthday. Your job is to be a good present. You’d better not have an agenda.”
My cheeks flame. “Don’t you want me to touch you?”
“Not there. I’m not gonna get off in your hand.”
I let go, shivering at the intensity in his blue eyes, which are indigo in the low light.
“Use your hands to pull your knees up and spread them as far apart as you can.”
“Trick, please?”
“Are you trying to get yourself in trouble?”
Exhaling, I close my eyes. “Sir, please?”
“Please what?”
“I’m nervous it’ll hurt if you do it a second time in one night. Can you promise it won’t?”
“We had a conversation about training with toys, and what did you tell me?”
Swallowing, I look up at the ceiling and grimace. “That I thought I’d be okay without that.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Pretty please?”
His chuckle is low and deep. “I’ll tell you what I will promise,” he says in a husky whisper. “If you’re good, I’ll get you a David Yurman bracelet.”
Zoe must have told him about the bracelet I liked. I’m not sure how I feel about that, all things considered. Chewing on my lower lip, I tease, “What if I’m not good?”
“Then when I fuck you, it’s gonna feel like punishment.”
My breath escapes as a sigh, and my heart hammers against my ribs.
Reaching for the warming lubricant that’s on the nightstand, he says, “Spread your legs and get your knees up.”
“Can I—be on my knees again?”
“Eventually, but not tonight.”
The blush seems to swallow my entire body, but I draw my legs up, wanting to scream, not because I’m not aroused by his dominance, but because there’s a part of me that feels like I should fight it. There’s also a part of me that finds his intensity surrounding sex kind of frightening.
“Look at me.”
Raising my gaze, I sip in air. I feel the head of his cock nuzzled between my cheeks against my clenched ring. My arms and legs are vibrating with nervousness as I look into his eyes.
“Hey,” he says softly.
Tears sting my eyes. “Yes?”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Prove it.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip, and I force that one small muscle to relax. He pushes into me slowly and it does hurt a little. I cry out, but my nipples are tight and my pussy’s wet and jealous.
His fingers grip my hair and pull my head back, exposing my throat. He licks my neck, and then whispers in my ear, “You feel so fucking good.”
My breath catches and my pelvis grinds against him.
“Mmm. Again.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, a tear tracking down my temple, but I move again, feeling the length of him deep inside me where he shouldn’t be. And God help me, I like the ache and the breathless humiliation of being used in such a forbidden way.
By the time he starts to thrust, my entire body burns, especially where he’s penetrating me. I’m close to coming. My breasts shake, and tears leak from my eyes. When he puts his thumb on my clit, I’m lost.
He feels my body orgasm, and his small smile is knowing and wicked. I drop an arm over my eyes to shield them from his relentless scrutiny.
The plunge of his cock is rough, but his kiss is gentle, tasting my lips and my tears and maybe even my soul.
He continues for so much longer, and I’m excruciatingly sore by the end. When he finally comes, I’m crying freely and clinging to him. Afterward he holds me for a long time before he gets up and gets something from a drawer. When he comes back, he’s got a gift box from David Yurman. He opens it and takes out the beautiful gold cuff bracelet with alternating square emeralds and round diamonds. He must have paid for it while we were shopping and had Zoe bring it back to the hotel. Opening it, he slides it over my hand, then closes it around my wrist. I rub my thumb over the smooth gold, then tuck my arms under the covers.
“It’s beautiful, but it’s too expensive, Trick. And do you really want to bribe me with jewelry?”
“It’s not a bribe,” he says, his hand sliding down to my belly and lingering before moving lower to cup my pussy. “It’s a present for my beautiful wife.”
I laugh softly. “Now it’s a present, huh?”
“Mmm hmm.” Then he says nothing more because he’s asleep.