Page 13 of The Perfect Bargain

“No,” I moan into his mouth as he plunges a finger inside me. He smirks against my lips, his thumb finding my clit, drawing tight circles around it. I squirm in his arms, pleasure mounting as he works me closer and closer to the edge.

“You will,” he rumbles, his voice filled with certainty. I whimper, unable to hold back any longer.

“Not in your wildest dreams,” I arch my body, giving him all the access he needs to make me see starts, and when I am ready for it, he pulls his fingers back. An audible groan immediately left my lips at the loss of his touch. I watch as he removes his belt and unzips his slacks; my tongue darts out and traces my bottom lip mindlessly.

“We’ll see,” he grins, and I don’t want him to tell me before I stand from my chair. He turns me around and bends me over my desk. My hands land on the wooden surface, bracing myself for what’s coming next. The cool air brushes against the skin of my ass as Matt pulls my skirt up. A sharp gasp leaves my lips as his palm connects with my bare cheek.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.

“Making you mine” is all the warning I get before he slides himself inside me. My pussy grips him tightly, a perfect fit. We both moan at the sensation. I can feel the weight of his stare as he begins to move, his cock stretching me with each thrust.

“Fuck,” I moan, my hips bucking to meet him. My breasts bounce against the hard surface of my desk, my nipples rubbing against the fabric of my shirt. The pressure builds within me, my body trembling with the need for release.

“That’s right,” Matt grunts, his hips snapping harder and faster. “Take it.”

“Oh God,” I whimper, my nails digging into the wood. My eyes slam shut, the pleasure washing over me in waves. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out, my orgasm crashing through me.

My heart thunders in my chest, my lungs struggling to keep up. Every inch of my body tingles, my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience.

“Now, will you be a good girl for me and take the job?” Matt asks. I can hear the amusement in his voice, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“I’ll think about it,” I manage to pant out. The grin on his face is evident even from my current position, and I can’t help but wonder what I have gotten myself into.

Chapter Six

Carmen

Exhaustion wraps around me like a second skin. Between being on set all day, working all night, and squeezing in classes, I barely know which way is up anymore. Rest? That’s a luxury I can’t afford. Not when I have a client waiting.

Tonight’s guy seems like the usual: a wealthy, middle-aged businessman trying to find something he lost a long time ago. As he strolls around the room naked, I have to fight to keep a yawn in check. He moves closer, his hands tracing over my neck before he settles beside me. Gently, he pulls my hair to one side and presses something cold against my neck—a collar. Then comes the click of a leash.

Well, that’s different.

My body reacts instantly, heat pooling low in my belly. His fingers skim my lips, slipping his thumb into my mouth. I suck and nibble on it, my eyes locked on his. With a firm tug on the leash, he pushes a finger into my ass, catching me off guard. A sharp cry slips out, and he just grins, pressing in deeper. There’s a sting as he inserts a plug, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me breathless.

I’m still clinging to his thumb, my body quivering with anticipation, when he slips a blindfold over my eyes. The suddendarkness amplifies everything—every touch, every whisper of air against my skin. Then his hand comes down sharply on my exposed pussy, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. I gasp, my muscles clenching instinctively.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, each word a low rumble. His hand strikes again, and again, every slap leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Such a good girl.” The sensations build, pushing me closer to the edge, but just as I’m about to let go, he yanks on the leash, halting me. My mind goes fuzzy with frustration, but he isn’t done. Instead, he orders me to count each spank out loud.

Each number is met with another sharp slap, the sting deepening the pleasure that pulses through me. My skin feels hot and raw, each touch a mixture of pain and pleasure. He runs his hand over my sensitive skin, soothing it, then trails his fingers down, feeling the evidence of my arousal as it drips down his thighs. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and with a quick pull, he spins me around, pushing me onto the bed.

He spreads my legs wide, no hesitation, and his tongue finds me instantly, exploring my most sensitive spots. A moan escapes me, raw and unrestrained, filling the room as he devours me. My hands twist in the sheets, trying to hold onto something as the sensations build, relentless.

Then he’s inside me, filling me, and I arch into him, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. With every thrust, he finds that perfect spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His mouth moves to my breasts, teasing and sucking until I’m right on the brink. “Let go for me,” he whispers, tugging the leash attached to the bedpost just enough to push me over the edge.

And I shatter, pleasure rushing through me in a blinding wave, soaking him and the sheets beneath us. But he doesn’t let up. “Again,” he murmurs, his mouth moving to my othernipple as his hips keep their relentless rhythm. I can’t resist; another wave builds, cresting over me, and I let myself go again, moaning as the pleasure takes over.

Chapter Seven

Diana

Today’s client, Jason, was already running five minutes behind schedule, but that was expected for most first-timers. Being early or not showing up at all, which happened more often than not with other clients, was better. The new and inexperienced ones were always the hardest to please and keep in line.

However, return customers were a different story - always timely and eager for more. They knew what they wanted and couldn’t resist returning for another taste of the forbidden fruit.

As I waited in my dimly lit room, my mind wandered to the unknown client who would arrive any minute. Ava had only given me his name and a vague preference for oral activities, without specifying if he preferred giving or receiving. It left me slightly uneasy, as I usually preferred knowing more beforehand to plan and get home on time properly.

But there was no turning back now. With a deep breath and a steady hand, I heard a sharp knock at the door - signaling the beginning of our encounter.

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