My feet were screaming their objection by the time I made my way back through the front door later that day. I shut it behind me as I got into the penthouse, leaned against the cool surface, and raised my heel, slipping a finger under the ankle strap and sliding my foot free. I repeated the move with the other foot, heaving a sigh of relief as my soles settled flat on the floor.
“Oh…Manolo…who could have known you’d be so cruel,” I muttered wryly. I hadn’t been able to resist the beautiful pumps when I’d dressed earlier, but I’d learned my lesson – from now on, these mad days of running from class to class would be in sneakers. Though I’d had to strut myself down a catwalk this morning and been assured by my new modeling coach that there’d come a time when 6-inch heels would be the norm. That was a trouble for a different day. I needed a shower and something to eat. My last meal had been an apple and that had been hours ago; it was now late afternoon.
I glanced around the apartment furtively, half-expecting to see my new benefactor strolling over to me. Would he deny me an afternoon nap? I wondered. I’d been running all day, and my limbs were still aching. My mind went back to his bizarre set of rules.Naked.I was supposed to be naked. And the rest…
I rubbed my eyes. Did he really expect me to masturbate every day? Surely last night should make up for at least a week’s worth? I dropped my purse on the counter and ambled to my room, stopping as I pushed open my bedroom door and felt my phone buzz in my back pocket. I reached for it and saw his name on the screen. A text message beckoned, and I swiped the screen.
You’re not naked,it read. I gasped and looked around.
The phone buzzed again.There are security cameras in every room.
I looked up and spotted one over my head. Then saw more in each corner. He was tracking my every move.Stalker much?I tried not to pull a face. Then it occurred to me that a place like this had to have a security system to rival the Pentagon. It’s not like he’d installed it for me or anything weird like that. I unbuttoned my shirt and carried on walking. My phone vibrated in my palm, and I looked down.
Have you cum for me today?
I swallowed hard.Oh geez!
Was it worth taking a risk and lying? He’d know…somehow. Fuck.I just knew it.
Not yet,I texted back.Just got back.
Strip and get a dildo. I want to see that sweet pussy stretched around a thick cock.
I gave a little choke. Well, I guess that was clear enough. I looked at a camera and gave a nod, wondering if he’d be watching me through that somehow. This was so damn bizarre. I made my way to the drawer in my dressing room, peeling off my shirt, unhooking my bra, and rolling my jeans down my legs as I got there. The array of toys was almost overwhelming. I reached a hand in, squeezed my eyes shut, and grabbed the first thing that my fingers encountered. The object I extracted was outrageous. Thick, black, lined with realistic-looking veins. Oh, hell no! Definitely for the professional league. I set it back, about to try again. My phone buzzed.
That’s the one. Get on the bed and spread your legs.
Crap-balls!Was he kidding? I stared at the thing, holding it in one hand as I rolled my panties down my legs and headed to the bed. The blinking red light of the camera overhead was like an accusing stare.No freaking way!
I sat on the edge of the bed, then turned and settled back against the pillows, bending my knees and inching my thighs apart.Spread your legs,he’d instructed. I set my feet wider. I knew I’d probably score points if I gave him a clear view, but couldn’t bring myself to line up with the camera.
The air against my nether regions was cool and reminded me of how hot I’d burned before. But that was different. How did I tell him I’d never been able to come just through penetration? And this ridiculous thing already had me cringing. Another buzz from my phone.
What are you waiting for?
I hated him so much in this moment. I angled my hips up and reached between my thighs, pressing the tip of the thick knob against my unwelcoming slit. This wasn’t going to work. No way. I raised the thing to my mouth and flicked my tongue against the rubbery surface, lathering the length of it in my spit. I dropped a hand between my legs and sought out my sex, slipping a finger between my lips to spread them. Making contact with my clit sent a zing through my lower belly and I sucked in a breath. I’d be tender for weeks after what he’d done to me before. But maybe it would work in my favor now.
I tried again, pressing the tip to my spread open hole. It slid past my fingers, and I pressed gently, expecting resistance, but there was barely any. The shaft slid in smoothly, stretching me a little too wide, but…it wasn’t awful. I chewed my bottom lip as I pushed it deeper, keeping my fingertips pressed over my clit. No, it wasn’t awful at all… I slid the thick cock out and then back in again, deeper this time. My pussy muscles tightened around it, and I frowned in concentration.
The sensation grew warmer, and I picked up the pace, surprised at how I accommodated the thing. I raised my head slightly, staring down at where my pussy was impaled on the thick shaft; the sight made me clench my inner muscles again…it was enough to make my eyes water, and I felt my hand thrusting faster. I felt sweat bead on my forehead and my arm muscles beginning to burn. I gritted my teeth, panting slightly. It was good, but…just not… I curled my toes and squirmed, straining for something out of reach.
My phone buzzed, and I choked out a breath. I’d have to stop if I answered now. I’d never getthere. It kept vibrating, and I looked down, seeing it was a call coming in. Dammit, what more did he want from me?
“Yes?” I gasped in answer when it refused to stop ringing.
“You’re not coming,” he said.No shit, Sherlock!If he pressed for details, I’d have to tell him. I was never going to orgasm this way. Just couldn’t. I knew my body well enough to know it was a waste of time. “Stop,” he said, and my hand obeyed before my brain registered the word. “Lie back. Leave it in.”
What? Was he kidding? I flopped against the pillows, painfully aware of the thick wedge of rubber protruding obscenely from my body. I couldn’t remove it though…the camera saw all. I shut my legs, pinching my knees shut tight. Sweat was cooling on my naked skin and I shivered. My chest was still heaving. And through it all, I could feel the swollen nub of my clit throbbing accusingly. My inner muscles pulsed, and I gave another shudder.
What now? Was I just supposed to lie here for hours with a dildo shoved in me? I chewed my lip. A sound echoed from somewhere within the apartment, and I gave a start.
Shit!He’d mentioned staff the day I arrived, but I’d yet to see anyone. What if someone walked in on me now? Footsteps rang down the hallway.Shit shit!
The door swung open, and I almost bolted for cover, ridiculous dildo and all.
He stood framed in the doorway, his long lean lines enhanced by a beautifully cut suit. Charcoal gray, butterscotch-yellow tie… Holy crap, was his default setting ‘shit hot’? After that, I stopped paying attention; his eyes had me locked in a spell. I watched hotly as he shrugged out of his suit jacket and strode across the room, dropping it onto a chair as he passed. He stopped at the foot of the bed.
“Open,” he said simply, and my thighs splayed wide. Somewhere after arriving here, my body had apparently decided that he was a one-way ticket to paradise … as if my brain had no say in the matter. I tried not to turn my face away, but the intensity of his stare was too much.
