“I don’t have to be aggressive to dominate you, beautiful.”
For years, I had been afraid of finding what would undo me. I held onto control with an iron fist, refusing to let it go for anything or anyone. With Price behind me, playing my body like a violin, lulling me to a heaven I didn’t know existed, I unclenched that fist.
I let go.
Price brought his hand to his mouth, licking a long stripe on his palm before wrapping it back around my shaft. I moaned loudly against him, reveling in the way he traced the underside of my crown.
My skin was on fire, sparking with each sensitive, purposeful touch from him. I stopped chasing. I stopped hesitating. I focused on the pleasure rather than the repercussions.
I had never known hands that didn’t create fists. I had never felt fingers that didn’t twist or stab. I had never felt lips that didn’t come with a bite. Price was doing things to me I’d never experienced before, and it was quickly fucking with my sanity.
He muttered dozens of encouraging phrases, pushing me right to the edge with his hands. His grip tightened, though not by much. It was just enough friction for the spreading warmth in my gut to bloom,igniting tiny fires along the way. My balls were so heavy, my cock leaked and begged for release. “Please,” I begged, not for the first time. “God, I’m gonna come.”
I leaned into the growl against my ear. “Mmm, I can feel it. The way your muscles have tightened so much, how fast your breathing is…” Price squeezed the head of my dick. “You gonna tell me how good it feels, beautiful? Gonna beg me to get you there?”
“Fuck, please,” I whined.
“You can do better than that, Pretty Boy.”
Desperate pleas escaped without consequence. I needed it. Needed to come so badly. I was ready to do whatever it took. “Goddamn it, you were right! It feels so good, please.” I was panting, so close to losing it. Nothing else mattered. I wasn’t afraid. Price wasn’t hurting me, and I wasn’t scared.
“That’s it. Receive your pleasure. Enjoy it.” He gripped my cock, increasing his pace.
I felt how raw and dry my throat was with each inhale. My muscles grew tighter and tighter until finally, everything relaxed.
Spots floated into my vision as cum coated Price’s hand, my body floating and exploding all at once. Tiny fires, little pockets of smoke. Price kept whispering in my ear, telling me how good I’d been. He stroked my dick until it was painful, pulling away when I began to whimper.
I breathed in a slow, deep breath. I saw a side to life I had never known existed, and deep down, that terrified me. At the base of my spine, I could feel Price’s erection pushing through his pants.
After all this time, he hadn’t so much as pressed against me. I knew he was probably aching, just as I had been. “Let me take care of you.” I turned my head, looking up as much as I could, and fluttered my lashes.
Instead of agreeing, he simply shook his head. “You already did. I don’t need anything in return.”
The idea of taking without giving seemed outrageous to me, but I didn’t argue. We sat in silence while I came into my body, Price’s smooth hands trailing over my skin absentmindedly.
I thought about it all. Seeing Price in the motel lobby. The shock of seeing him again tonight. How distraught I was at the lack of clients I’d seen.
How gentle he’d been.
How much I liked it.
How much I wanted to do it again. And again. And again. How easy it would be to never be hurt after what Price had just shown me.
A switch flipped in my brain. Nauseating anxiety rose from my gut, spreading through my veins until every fire Price had ignited was snuffed out.
Price was so much more dangerous than any man who had taken my body before. I jolted up, startling him in the process. “Where’s my money? I need to go.” I hurried through putting my pants on, trying to breathe through my nose to calm the quickening frost in my bones.
“It’s in my wallet. Hey, hold on.” He stood from the bed, approaching me cautiously, as if I were a caged animal. A rabid animal. A scared, out-of-his-mind animal terrified of what was coming next.
And in that moment, I was. Shit. My eyes were burning. The healing wounds on my body were simmering just beneath my skin, pushing towards the top as all my evil struggled to be released. The floor beneath my feet tilted, wavering until I saw a cliff just beyond the horizon.
I was headed right towards it when Price was suddenly too close. “Back off!” I yelled, making him stop dead in his tracks. “Lay the fucking money right there and let me leave.”
He held his hands up in surrender before slowly reaching for his wallet, pulling out four crisp one-hundred-dollar bills to lay on the table. “I can see what we just did really freaked you out. I may not understand why, but I respect that. I just have one question.”
I bared my teeth just like a rabid dog. “You don’t get to ask me questions. I’m not freaked out. I don’t do soft, goddamn it. Why can’t you understand that?” My chest tightened, crystals of ice taking more space than my heart. I couldn’t see right anymore, either. “Fuck you. Fuck your money. Fuck your fancy hotel.” I couldn’t control the anger spewing out of me. It was either cuss him out or panic.
“Fair enough. I just wanted to know your name, Pretty Boy. Will I see you again?”
