My breath stills, and I tell him what he wants to hear, the truth. “You,” I gasp out.
His fingers dip under the hem of my panties, sliding through my wetness and rubbing against my clit.
“What would it take for you not to touch anyone else here besides me?” he asks. Two of his fingers slide inside of me as his thumb rubs my clit, making my legs shake and my brain shortcircuit.
His eyes are possessive, and his angular face is hard as he looks down at me. He’s handsome, and he knows it.
“Hmm, mo stór? What would it take to keep this precious tight pussy on retainer?”
The words are so wrong but so fucking right at the same time.
“I-I-I don’t k-no-now,” I stutter. I just want to come. I just want his thumb to work a little faster and his fingers to curl inside of me just a little deeper. “I’m so close.”
“Maybe I’ll slowly fuck you with my hand all night until you agree,” he groans into my ear.
I won’t survive that torture.
Fuck this man for making me do math when he’s torturing me this much. He was willing to pay me five thousand just for this.
“Twenty-five?” I moan out as his pace increases.
“Fifty thousand, and you touch no one else. You don’t sit on anyone else’s lap, you don’t let them touch this pussy. Only me.”
It’s wrong, I know it’s vain, but I like that he has money. I like that he can toss around that amount on one simple thing—me.
“For how long?” I somehow manage to ask.
“Beautiful and smart. I’m so lucky,” he hums, his pace increasing, and I’m nearly there. “Two weeks,” he finally answers.
My mouth parts in surprise, which makes him smile until I compose myself. I’m supposed to be a bad bitch. I nod my head, and he grins, fucking me with his hand.
Two weeks of only touching him seems more than worth fifty thousand dollars. If I really wanted to, I could use that and go wherever the fuck I want. But could I really do it, could I leave Vegas—the only place I’ve called home all my life. Could I walk away from how fucking good I feel right now? It’s never felt like this for me, and he’s just using his hand.
“Good girl, now show me what a five thousand dollar orgasm looks like.”
I break apart, and he holds me firmly against the wall as he finger fucks me, not letting up for a single second. I know I’m contracting around his fingers as my thighs shake and the back of my head hits the wall. I’m moaning loudly, not a single care in the world about who hears or sees us. It feels so good, so fucking right.
The suction of my pussy around his hand is obscene, and I love it. I find myself wanting to mark him up with my scent more than I want the five thousand dollars.What the fuck is wrong with me?
He glides his hands along my inner thighs before bringing them up to inspect my sticky release coating his fingers.
“Open,” he commands, and I do. Immediately, he presses his fingers into my mouth, letting me taste myself.
His eyes dart between my lips and my eyes as he watches me suck his fingers clean.
“I’ll transfer the money into your account. No touching, no exceptions.”
I nod my head, and his thumb and pinky squeeze my jaw while the rest of his fingers are still in my mouth.
“Do not disobey me, Elena. Do you understand?”
I nod again, his fingers slowly sliding from between my lips. He’s bossy, and I find myself liking it more than I should. I was supposed to be on a mission of self-discovery and becoming abad bitch, yet all I found out is he can make me come in under three minutes, and I hopelessly want him to do it again.
“Where are you staying?” he asks.
“Apartments,” I’m somehow able to rasp out, pointing down the hall.
“Go back to your apartment and get cleaned up. I’ll come back as soon as I can,” he directs me, and I blink wildly at him.
