Page 16 of The Perfect Bargain

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My heart skipped a beat when James asked to meet me outside.It was unlike him, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease as I nervously scanned the back alley. Why had I agreed to come here in the first place? But then, without a single touch, I could feel his presence behind me. His hand gently threaded through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer, his grip strong on my hips as he pressed his body against mine from behind. With his other hand, he traced patterns over my dress before boldly playing with my nipples, teasing and tormenting through the thin fabric. Suddenly, with a swift movement, he tore at the material, exposing more of my skin. And then, his cold fingers slid between my thighs, pulling down my panties to explore further as desire and anticipation coursed through every inch of me. With a feverish intensity, he delved inside of me with two skilled fingers. Each touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. His other hand gently traced circles around my swollen clit, sending shivers down my spine.

“James,” I breathed, my voice trembling with excitement and fear.

I wanted to tell him that we should slow down. Sure, it wasn’t our first time together, but this felt different. But I couldn’t deny the overwhelming desire coursing through me, urging him to continue, begging for more.

His ragged breaths echoed against the back of my neck, his own need mirroring mine. “What is it?” he whispered eagerly, his fingers not missing a beat.

My mind was a chaotic storm of words, but they all seemed to flee in the face of his actions. With each gentle thrust of his finger, he took a piece of my thoughts with him, leaving me gasping and dizzy. His other hand joined in, fingers dancing over my sensitive clit with expert precision. The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming as if every nerve in my body was on fire. I could feel myself losing control, giving in to the sensations heskillfully ignited within me. It was as if he had cast a spell over me, rendering me powerless to resist his touch.

In a sudden release, all the tension building up inside me disappeared. Every cell in my body seemed to let go as a quiet but intense explosion consumed me. My entire being trembled against him, his hard cock pressing into my shaking ass. As I caught my breath and regained my composure, I slowly pushed my dress back down and spun around to face him. His mouth was open, likely ready to give me his next command, but at that moment, I saw an opportunity for control and seized it.

I knelt on the hard, rough concrete of the alley, my knees digging into the uneven surface. With trembling but nimble fingers, I freed his erect cock from his pants and eagerly took it into my mouth. Before he could even speak my name, I was already beginning to pleasure him. At first, he seemed stunned and unresponsive to my ministrations. But as I expertly licked and sucked, coaxing him deeper into my throat, I noticed a change in his expression. His features became tense and almost angry-looking; had I not been so consumed by the intensity of my pleasure, I might have been afraid of him. But instead, I gazed up at him through my long lashes, enticing him further with my seductive stare. He appeared fierce and forbidding, like a powerful animal ready to pounce.

As his throbbing member released pre-cum onto my tongue, I couldn’t have cared less. His every breath was heavy and trembling, like a storm brewing inside him. His rough hands gently cupped my cheeks, tracing the contours of my face with tenderness. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the overwhelming sensation of his touch.

“We have to hurry,” he whispered urgently. “There’s a chance someone could come out.” I tried to murmur an answer but it came out unintelligibly against his cock, and he moaned inresponse. His hands tangled in my hair, tugging roughly and causing tears to well up in my eyes.

His dark, intense eyes locked onto mine, piercing me with a primal hunger. “Quickly. Suck me quickly. Make me come,” he demanded in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. His urgency and desire were palpable, igniting an all-consuming fire within me.

I pushed myself beyond my limits, giving everything I had to the task at hand. The sensation of his head running along my tongue was intoxicating, and as it settled deeper into my throat, a primal need took over. I couldn’t breathe, but the intense pleasure of looking into James’s eyes made it all worth it. His desire for release was evident in his panting and moaning, and knowing that I held that power over him only heightened my arousal. My body responded eagerly, becoming even wetter with each passing moment. I no longer cared about my usual reservations or societal expectations; all that mattered was pleasing James. The intensity of the moment consumed me, and I craved him inside of me more than anything else at that moment.

I was about to move away to tell him everything running through my mind when he swore and pushed my head deeper onto his cock. “Oh, yeah.”

I felt his muscles tense and his body jerk as he neared orgasm. His balls were heavy in my hand as I squeezed them, and my touch seemed to be the final push he needed. A rush of hot cum cascaded out of his cock and into my waiting mouth, making me choke a little before easing off. He stepped back, still panting heavily, and let the last two spurts of his release run over my face, leaving a trail of warmth that tingled on my skin. “Shit.” He cursed breathlessly, hastily pulling up his pants and straightening his disheveled clothes. With one last desperatethrust, he shoved his cock back into my mouth before quickly dressing himself and retreating to get dressed.

Chapter Ten

Carmen

Normally, I wouldn’t dream of swinging open the door fresh from the shower, with droplets of water clinging to my hair and nothing but a towel for coverage. But today threw normal out the window when my client decided to show up an hour ahead of schedule. I had mistaken the knock for room service, perhaps a tray of something indulgent or a carafe of coffee. However, the surprise etched across his face when the door swung open told me instantly that I had miscalculated.

“Elijah?” My voice hitched slightly, the name slipping out in a whisper of surprise. Now the dots connected, illuminating why Ava had been so sparse on the details. “What brings you here?” The puzzle of his arrival twisted in my mind. Our paths had crossed just once during that absurd lock and key party, where everyone had pegged me as Ezon’s latest flame.

“I have my ways,” he responded, his deep voice laced with a hint of mischief as he advanced, eyes locked on the towel draped around me. A laugh bubbled up from my throat as I stepped back, amusement dancing in my eyes at his blatant forwardness.

“How can I assist you today?” I inquire, a hint of formality in my tone as I usher him into the suite and secure the door behindus. Curiosity swirled within me, but I quelled it, recognizing the deliberate intention behind his unexpected appearance.

“You vanished after that night at the house,” he remarks, a subtle edge to his voice as he sets his hands by his sides and steps back, creating a space charged with unspoken tension. “I had hoped for another round of our little game, but Enzo… he brought in a substitute.” He strides to the armchair, settling into it with a casual authority. “Seems to me you need to be punished for slipping away.”

His words jolt through me, a mix of surprise and a flicker of apprehension stirring within. “Punished?” I echo, my voice laced with a blend of disbelief and a curious intrigue.

“Come here,” he motions to his lap with a confident ease, his invitation laced with an expectation that sends a ripple of anticipation through the air.

In an effort to quicken the pace of his fantasy, I give a gentle tug on my towel, allowing it to loosen and reveal a glimpse of my bare skin before quickly covering up again. With a teasing smile, I saunter over to him, giving him fleeting glances at what he desires. As I climb onto his lap while he sits in a chair, he positions me so that I am seated sideways. The stark contrast between our sizes is evident as my legs dangle above the floor, dwarfed by his massive frame. His hands, perfectly sized for my breasts, work their magic as he massages them, causing a soft moan to escape my lips. My body responds eagerly to his touch as he trails his fingers down between my legs, igniting waves of desire within me.

Though he had mentioned wanting to punish me, I find myself unable to resist his skilled caresses on every inch of my body. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, trailing kisses and nibbles along my skin as his hand explores the curves of my hips and ass with firm yet gentle strokes before returning to trace soothing patterns along my shoulders.

“Are you going to keep running from me?” As his words cut through my thoughts like a knife, I snapped out of the dazed state I had been in. It was clear that he meant business.

“Yes,” I exhale, feeling my body tense up.

“You know what has to happen then.” Despite the gentle caresses he was giving me, I knew deep down what really pleased him. His roughness, the weight of his body pressed against mine, it all sent shivers down my spine. With one hand still wrapped around me protectively, his other hand moved slowly and sensually across my torso. “Get over my knee,” he commands firmly.

My towel falls to the floor, leaving me completely exposed as I lay across his lap. He pulls my arms behind my back and crosses my wrists, holding them together tightly. He remains fully clothed, the fabric of his jeans creating an electric friction against my bare skin as I squirm and try to find a more comfortable position. But before I can adjust, his huge hand comes down with a sharp smack on my ass, causing me to cry out in surprise and pain.

Before I could even process what was happening, his hand connected with my cheek in a harsh slap. The sound echoed through the room, followed by another sharp sting as he continued to strike me. Each subsequent blow seemed to be fueled by something else, his large palm leaving a searing heat behind. I fought against his hold on my wrists, but he only squeezed tighter and struck harder. My screams of pain turned into moans as I tried to remain still, hoping to avoid further punishment.

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