I was “luckily” able to rent a pair of crazy black clothes and sneakers. There’s no way I was going to defend a fort with a laser gun wearing a short skirt and heels. The clothes are a bit big for me—I rented the absolute smallest size they had—but the shoes were luckily a perfect fit.

I thought we were going to do the fun thing. The smoke machines and the cheesy music. I thought we’d be running around shooting with the drunk guys.

Instead, we’re trekking through the dark woods. We enter a forest trail, and Dominick takes me by the hand as we trudge silently into the forest behind the guys who look like veterans from some future war. Their armor and guns are all glowing blue, illuminating the path in front of us.

“We got this,” Dominick whispers to me.

“If you say so.”

“What’s the matter?” he asks, slowing down so the guys can’t hear us.

“I’m worried we’re going to lose because of me, then those guys are going to make fun of you.”

“You think I give two shits what those guys think?” he asks. “I just like a challenge.”

“It’s a challenge because of me?” I ask.

“No,” he says. “It’s two of us versus eight of them. That’s the challenge.”

“Come on,” she says. “Do you really mean to tell me that the fact that I’ve never laser-tagged or fired a gun of any kind in my life isn’t adding to the challenge?

He laughs and holds up his thumb and index finger about an inch apart. “Maybe that’s making it a little bit harder. You’ve never fired a gun?”

“Why would I have fired a gun?”

“A BB gun?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say.

“Once we’re in the fort I’ll give you a crash course,” he says, and then he takes my hand in his again, which makes everything feel better.

“Here we are,” the guy with the gut says as we enter a clearing. He points up at a large wooden structure. It has various ladders on it, and three fairly high towers forming a triangle on the outer edges. The whole thing is maybe the size of a suburban house, though it doesn’t have a roof. It’s more like a larger version of something a dad would build for his kids in the backyard.

The guy with the gut pulls out a long, spear-like object. “This here’s the beacon, follow me.”

We all follow him toward one of the ladders, and the rest of his team stays back, some pull out cigarettes and start smoking. Dominick climbs the ladder behind him, and I climb up behind Dominick, checking out his ass as we climb. Damn his ass look good in those jeans.

We clear the ladder and exit out onto what feels like the wall of a wooden castle. I look down at the ground and see the orange lights of the guys’ cigarettes below us. We’re actually higher up than it looked like from down below.

The guy with the gut points around for us. “You’re surrounded by woods mostly, so you gotta watch all sides. There and there,” he says, pointing, “The woods are only ten or fifteen feet from the ladders, so those spots are really key.”

He gestures for us to follow, and we walk down a ramp toward a dirt clearing in the center of the fort. He spikes the spear into the ground and hits a button on it. It lights up red and hums. “This here’s the beacon. If any of my boys touch this, it turns red and we win.”

“They shoot it?” I ask.

“Nah,” he says. “There’s a button on it. They gotta press the button. Shooting it won’t do nothing.”

“Got it,” Dominick says.

“Activate stealth mode,” the guy says, “And then you’ve got five minutes before we attack.”

Dominick nods, and the guy walks back up the ramp, then disappears down the ladder.

“Stealth mode?” I ask.

Dominick points at the men walking away. I see the blue glows on their armor and guns fade down until they become black figures. They become all but invisible as they disappear into the woods. Dominick hits a button somewhere on his gun, and the lights on his armor and gun completely die out. He grabs my gun and does the same for me.

“It still lights up if we shoot,” he says.

He pulls the trigger to demonstrate, and his armor and gun flashes bright red, then fades back to nothing over the next second or two.

“So they can’t be sneaky if they are shooting at us. Probably some are going to put out cover fire and draw our eyes, while others run for the ladders with their guns and armor gone totally dark.”

“How do I shoot?” I ask.

Dominick takes me by the hand up the ramp, then he stands behind me. I feel his body press into me, and I lean back into him.

His hand grips my waist, and I hear him breath heavy.

“Time for that later,” he says, backing up. “Hold your gun up.”

I grab the gun like I saw the men do, and I hold it up in front of me.

“Press the stock into your shoulder.”

He shows me what he means with his own gun, and I copy him.

“Good,” he says. “Now line up the little notch on the end of the barrel with the little groove on the back of the gun.”

I push the stock harder against my shoulder to stabilize the gun. It’s not very heavy, probably because it has no bullets or any actual ammunition to speak of, so I have to brace it harder to keep it stable. I line up the parts like Dominick said.

“Since it’s a laser,” he says, “You don’t have to really lead your target or compensate for gravity.”

“Good,” I say, “Since I have no idea how to do either of those things anyway.”

“Just put one of those guys in your crosshairs when you’re lined up like that and pull the trigger. If you hit one of them one time, they’re out for good.”

“I’ll make that my goal then,” I say. “To hit one of them one time.”

“If you get hit,” he says, “Your gun and armor will start flashing red. You’ll also feel a vibration for a few seconds.”

I giggle at the idea of “feeling a vibration.”

“Not like that,” he says, grinning. “It will go black again after about thirty seconds, and in another thirty seconds it will vibrate without flashing to indicate you’re back in and can shoot again. If you hit an opponent they will flash blue, and that means they are dead. They’ll just walk off the field until the match is over.”

“Got it,” I nod. “My goal is going to be killing one guy.”

“Make it two,” he says. “I should be able to drop six of them.”

“Cocky,” I say.

“You think you can hold that turret?” he says, pointing up.

“Uh,” I say. “I can try.”

I walk toward the ladder and climb up. Once I get to the top, I realize I’m almost three stories up. I’m not exactly afraid of heights, but being in a wooden fort with ladders in the dark of night doesn’t feel safe.

I look out the turret and around to see what I can find. Being higher up helps me to see much further, but I’m further from the ground, and the lack of light makes it harder to make out many details.

I notice the ladder we used to climb up onto the fort below me, and I see how the woods come quite close to it. Based on what the guy said earlier, I should probably just point my gun toward that part of the woods and wait until I see someone move for the ladder.

“Hey,” Dominick’s voice whispers, and I jump back in fear.

“Sorry,” he whispers, and I see his head is just popping up into the turret while he hangs on the ladder. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You scared me.”

“Anyway,” he says, laughing, “Remember that as soon as you pull the trigger, you’ll light up. You’ve got a nice vantage point there, but if you light up from the turret they’re all going to unload on you.”

“So I won’t fire until I’ve got a clear shot.”

“Right,” he says, nodding. “Come here.”

I walk over toward him, and his eyes darken.

“On your knees,” he orders.

I fall down onto my knees, the cool wood pressing into my bones. He climbs up a few rungs of the ladder, then presses his lips against mine. Our tongues touch just long enough for an electric heat to pulse through me, and then he breaks the kiss.

“We’ve got this, Madrigal,” he says, and then he slides down the ladder like a firefighter.

I rest the barrel of my gun on the wall of the turret. There are no windows, just a big wall that makes the whole thing look like a big bird’s nest. Rather than keeping the thing sighted, I just keep the gun rested with the barrel mostly pointed toward the woods. I feel like if I keep the thing sighted, I’ll get tunnel vision and miss them coming out of the woods.

Just as I start to lose focus, I see a hint of movement from the edge of the woods. I quickly perk up and sight across the gun.

I’m pretty sure I see him, but I’m not one hundred percent. Oh well, it’s just a game.

I pull the trigger, and my gun and armor pulses red, casting light all along the turret walls.

Nothing lights up through the woods though. I missed.

I pull the trigger again, but the light on my gun is still fading. I keep pulling the trigger as fast as I can while pointing the gun at the dark figure moving through the woods.

Nothing happens until the gun and armor goes totally dark, and then it fires again, lighting up all over again.

This time I see the figure’s armor and gun light up, flashing blue. I killed him!

Just as I feel the excitement of my kill rush through me, three more blue lights erupt from the woods. My armor flashes red rapidly and vibrates.

Shit! They hit me.

My armor and gun keeps flashing even as the vibrations die down.

I watch through the woods as two of the figures who shot at me start blinking. Dominick killed them. Three down, five to go.

“Get down!” I hear Dominick shout. “Reposition yourself for when you are back alive.”

I climb onto the ladder and start my way down. The flashing lights fade as I climb down. “Where do I go?” I shout back.

“Cover the beacon!”

I don’t even see him, but I just assume he’s doing work on the wall of the fort.

As I head for the beacon, I see a red flash, and it illuminates Dominick’s cut, muscular figure standing on the wall. Each time he fires and flashes red, he dives down onto his belly behind the wall. That’s smart. That’s what I should have done to avoid getting hit after I fired. Though my boobs would get in the way if I dove down like that.

I see the red pulsing light of the beacon sticking out of the dirt, and I try to figure out the best place to hide so that I can properly cover it. I look back up at Dominick on the wall, and I assume that he’s covering that whole side. He should have vision of two of the ladders from there, but the ladder in back is wide open now that I’ve climbed down.

I crouch down with my back against the wooden wall. Dominick is now just over my head on the protruding catwalk that gives him the high-ground advantage, and I’m tucked under it, hiding in the darkness with my eyes fixed on the beacon.

I feel my armor vibrate, which means I’m back alive. I press the stock of the gun onto my shoulder and take aim.

“Shit,” Dominick hisses. “They hit me.”

God. I’m alone now.

Suddenly, and without warning, Dominick’s body falls in front of me. He hits the ground and rolls over his shoulder to absorb the impact. He looks back at me as he climbs back up into a crouching position.

He flashes me a thumbs up. “Good spot, Maddie.”

Jesus. He called me Maddie? He never calls me—

I see a figure move on the wall opposite me—on the catwalk.

I aim upward, and as soon as I see the white of the man’s teeth, I pull the trigger.

My equipment pulses red, but he flashes blue.

“Shit!” the man hisses.

“Move,” Dominick whispers to me, gesturing for me to follow him.

He runs in a low crouch, and I follow him. He points into another nook on the side wall, and I duck down into it. He keeps going without me, and I take aim to cover him. He should be coming back to life any moment now. His armor went dark several seconds ago.

Just as I think that, he takes a dive and his gun flashes blue. I see flashing red out of the corner of my eye, and then I another dark figure appears at the top of the ladder.

I see his armor pulse blue, and I reflexively fire at him even as I see Dominick flashing red once again. Dominick missed, and he got hit too.

My armor slowly fades dark, but my target doesn’t flash. I missed too. At least I didn’t get hit. Yet. They are so close to the beacon now, that I’m pretty sure if I get hit again now they’ll win. Dominick won’t be alive again in time. It’s all up to me.

I try to do like Dominick, and I run full speed along the wall as the red glow from my gun and armor fades down. I realize I’m gasping for breath, and my muscles are burning. I’m out of shape.

The guy I missed—I realize—isn’t even trying to shoot me. He’s sprinting across the dirt straight toward the beacon.

“Just shoot him!” Dominick shouts.

I take careful aim at him as he runs, and I wait until my gun and armor go totally dark, and then I pull the trigger.

His armor and gun flashes blue, and maybe a half second later, the beacon turns blue as well.

“Shit!” I say, panting for air. “We lost.”

“Nah,” a booming voice says from somewhere over my head. “Chuck there was our last man alive, and I definitely saw you hit him before he got to the beacon. You two bested us.”

I hear a slow, rhythmic clapping start from just above the ladder.

“You slow clapping, man?” someone asks.

“Come on,” he says, still clapping, “They played well. That deserves a slow clap.”

The other guys start clapping as they all enter the clearing, lit only by the beacon’s blue glow.

“We never got your names,” one of them says.

“Dominick,” Dominick says, standing next to me. “And this is Madrigal.”

* * *

“What happened to Maddie?” I ask when we’re back in the car.

He narrows his eyebrows at me and frowns.

“You called me Maddie, right before the match ended.”

“Do you want to get a room now, Madrigal?” he asks me.

He’s dodging my question, but I can’t risk souring the date over my name. I’d even started to like the way he calls me Madrigal. I’ve always hated my real name, but the way he uses it has been a turn-on.

Still... hearing him call me “Maddie” in the heat of the moment like that did something. It felt like he forgot that we had an arrangement. In that moment, he wasn’t just pretending for my request; he’d genuinely forgotten.

He drives us toward the city, and we eventually roll into a parking garage in a building that looks like luxury apartments.

“You live here?” I ask.

“Madrigal,” he says. “Do you want to shatter the illusion right now?”

I bite my lip. That means “no.” He doesn’t live here. Whoever employs him provided it to him for the duration of his time with me.

Still, I want to go home with him. Even if it’s not his real home.

He takes my hand and walks me toward the elevator. We go up to the thirty-fifth floor, and then the doors open into a hallway.

He walks me toward one of the doors, and unlocks it.

We step into something that looks more like a hotel room than a man’s living space. Everything is luxurious and immaculately decorated. There’s furniture, an open kitchen with stainless steel appliances, and a gorgeous view of the city.

But there are no “things.” No clutter, no shelves, no framed photos. Nothing about this space reminds me of Dominick, or even who I imagine Dominick to be.

I almost ask him, “Do you even sleep here?” I catch myself though, not wanting to further shatter the illusion of our real date.

“The bedroom is this way,” he says. “I imagine you don’t want to drink anything.”

I shake my head. He’s referring back to earlier, where he knew I only ever have one drink.

After running around in the woods, I could use a shower though. I’ve changed back into my clothes, but I feel kind of gross and sweaty.

“Do you mind if I use the shower?” I ask.

“No,” he says. “Do you mind if I join you?”

My face burns red as he presses me against the wall.

“No,” I say. “I don’t mind.”

He takes a loose strand of my hair into his hand and runs his fingers through it. “Madrigal, Madrigal, you’ve made so much progress. I still remember the shaking bundle of nerves I met at the coffee shop.”

I smile at him, but I shove him playfully. “You’re going to make fun of me? Right now?”

“I’m not making fun of you,” he says. “Were you not a frayed bundle of nerves when you first met me? Shaking and uncertain?”

I sigh. “Okay, yeah, I was.”

“Not that it didn’t appeal to me,” he says. “To bring this calm over you.”

He runs the back of his hand gently along my cheek.

“Not that I will take all the credit,” he says. “You put in real work.”

I put a finger to his lips. “Let's not shatter the illusion.”

He takes me by the hand into the bathroom. It’s huge and covered in marble. The shower has a large, frosted-glass door, which is open. I poke my head in.

“Woah, two shower heads,” I say, we can—

“We can get clean while we get dirty,” he says, a devious grin filling his face.

He begins to unbutton his shirt. I watch him rather than beginning to undress myself. This is probably the only chance I’ll get to watch him like this. It’s not that I don't enjoy him giving me orders, but this is like a small vacation from that. A blip in time that I want to savor.

I watch transfixed as his bare chest and abs are revealed. His abs are chiseled and hard, and his chest is broad and muscular.

He throws the shirt aside, and his impossibly wide shoulders reveal themselves. His bulging biceps draw my eyes as he pulls at his belt.

“You’re just going to watch?” He asks, laughing.

“Yes,” I say, no hint of humor in my voice.

He continues to undress, seemingly not bothered by my decision to watch him or by my overly serious answer.

He unbuttons his pants and pulls his right leg out. His leg is muscular and sculpted, and then I lock onto his cock.

It’s still covered by his boxers, but I can see the outline of it. It must be semi-hard already, because there’s no way a soft dick could be that big.

My eyes widen, and then I realize he’s moving toward me.

I tear my eyes off his dick and look up at him. He reaches out and puts two fingers on my collarbone, then they begin to slowly slide down my chest. “Keep watching me,” he says.

I look back down at his cock, and I see from the corner of my vision his fingers moving along my breasts, just on the edge of my cleavage.

As his hands massage my breasts, I see his cock begin to twitch beneath his boxers. It grows as his strong hands pull my breasts free of my bra and blouse. As my nipples harden from his touch, his cock goes rock hard.

HIs boxers tighten, his cock fighting against the cloth. I can see the clear outline of his head pressing up.

“Let it out,” I whisper, leaning back and sticking my chest out. “I want to see it.”

“Then let it out,” he hisses.

I reach down with impatience, and without touching his cock, I simply hook my fingers between his chiseled v-cut and the top of his boxers. I tug down, but his cock is so big and sticking out so far that they don’t come off. I pull more, and it just catches on his dick, pulling it down.

“Harder,” he says. “You won’t hurt me.”

I tug hard, and watch in awe as his thick cock pops up. It slaps hard against his abs, and then it springs back and forth a few times before settling back against his stomach.

“Jesus,” I whisper. “You’re huge.”

“What does it make you want to do?” he asks.

Without answering, I fall to my knees. He reluctantly lets go of my breasts as I fall down. My knees press against the cold marble, but I don’t care, because I have Dominick’s body to warm me.

I scoot toward him, locking onto his thick cock. His balls are clean shaven, and the rest of his hair is well trimmed. I take hold of him in my hand, and I realize I can barely close my fingers around his girth.

Maybe the secret to curing my infertility is just a big dick? I can’t imagine a cock this big failing to knock me up.

I squeeze him, and I feel his veins bulge and press against my skin.

“Mm,” he hums. “Madrigal, look at you.”

With growing impatience I open my mouth and press my full lips to his rod. I let the warmth flow to my lips, and then I press my tongue gently against him. I run my lips and tongue up his length while I cup his balls in my hand.

I work my way up his length slowly, leaving a light trail of saliva as I go. When my tongue and lips run across the lip of his head, he shudders and moans, and then I move faster, like a snake gaining speed.

I swallow him down, and I open my jaw as wide as I can manage. I try to take him all down in one go, and his girth stretched my lips and cheeks. I cover my teeth with my lips and take him down deeper. Drool drips down past the corners of my mouth, and I start to suck.

“Fuck!” He shouts, and I feel his hips jerk, which presses him deeper into me.

I feel an urge to gag, so I pull my head back reflexively. I suck him as hard as I can, and then I swallow him down again.

I bob my head back and forth as I suck him. I feel the loose strand of hair he stroked earlier fall down across my cheek, but I’m not willing to move my hands. I’m squeezing his beautiful, muscular ass with one hand, and I’m playing with his balls in the other.

I suck him loud, slurping him down. I’d have felt ashamed of doing this before I met Dominick, but I use the exercise from earlier and imagine how he perceives it. He hears that loud slurping, and it makes him know how much I crave his cock. How much I want to taste him. I suck so hard that he can hear it, and that sends him over the edge.

“Madrigal,” he whispers as I blow him for all I’m worth.

It’s not like I can answer him with his cock going down my throat.

“I don’t mean to—agh—I don’t meant to shatter the illusion, but I decided I can’t cum until it’s inside you. I’ve been saving it for you. For your pussy.”

Jesus. Jesus. Could that be the absolute hottest thing anyone could ever say to me right now? Could there possibly be a bigger turn on?

I pull back, and my lips break suction with a loud pop. I taste his salty precum in my mouth, and some of it drips down the corner of my mouth.

I look up at him in astonishment. “Really?”

He nods.

“And I was going to make you cum in my mouth if I kept going, right?”

He nods again.

I realize that we’ve both forgotten the shower entirely. I like the smell of his sweat, and I don’t have the patience to shower now.

“Then fuck me,” I say. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He moves toward me like a lion on the hunt, and then he snatches me up off the ground. He carries me in his arms, and once I’m stable and have stopped giggling, he takes me out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom.

I see the bed as we enter the next room. The sheets are so neatly folded it looks like no one has ever even used the bed. He carries me to the edge, and then plops me down on my back.

He looks down at me with hunger.

“It will work better if you cum first,” he says.

“I want to cum all over your cock,” I say, out of breath and unable to wait another moment.

“You will,” he says, tugging my skirt and panties off at the same time, and then he grabs me by the heels and pulls my legs back.

Without warning he’s on me. His tongue presses against my outer lips, and he slurps loudly as he licks across me and tastes my juices.

I knew that this night would likely end up here, but I hadn’t expected to feel so much closer to Dominick by now. Before tonight, he’d been this giant, sexual presence. I’d been attracted to him—lusted after him. There had still been an emotional connection of sorts, but it was all tied up in his sexual energy.

Tonight I felt what he’s like as a man, and now that he’s making me cum again, knowing both of those sides of him strengthens everything. It paints a complete picture of him. One I want to frame and hang on my wall and never let go.

I gasp and moan as he works my pussy. His tongue runs up and down my wetness, and he taps and teases my clit every few moments. Just barely grazing it each time, but it’s enough to make me crazier and crazier each time he touches me there.

His hands run up and down my body, and I sense a hunger in him. He’s touching me just to touch me, not as a calculated move to remove my block, but rather an instinctual and animalistic urge to touch my body… to lay claim.

He squeezes my flesh as his tongue presses firmly against my swelling clit. My back arches up and my body shoots skyward. Dominick moves with me, never breaking contact with his tongue on my most sensitive place.

My head is thrown back and my eyes are closed, and suddenly I feel a finger slide inside of me. He licks my clit and runs his tongue along me in circles as his finger slides deeper and deeper. The penetration is exactly what I need, and I grunt and moan in response.

Another finger slides in, stretching me wider and making me absolutely crave his cock inside of me.

He begins to slide his fingers in and out, but I’m so wet that there’s no resistance aside from my natural tightness. The sensation is too much, and I start to thrash against him.

He grabs my hip with his free hand and pins me down flat, then thrusts faster and faster into me, going knuckle-deep each time.

My wetness becomes audible, and he starts to apply suction on my clit as his tongue flicks back and forth with furious speed.

“Ahh!” I scream, and my voice catches in my throat.

My hips begin gyrating involuntarily, and my inner walls clench and pulse around his fingers as they slide in and out of me.

My heart pounds so loud I hear it between my ears. I feel the blood pumping through me and burning at the very tips of my ears.

“God, Dominick!” I scream, “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

And he doesn’t. He speeds up. He licks harder, and he fingers me deeper and more forcefully.

I squeeze my tits so hard it feels as if they’ll pop, digging my nails in, and the orgasm hits me so hard my eyes roll back into my head. When I look back down I see Dominick’s dark eyes looking up at me, studying each line of my face as I cum and scream for him.

I fall down flat on the bed. I continue to writhe and whine even though the orgasm is dying down. He slides his fingers in and out more and more slowly, and his tongue moves more gently along my clit.

I breathe gasping, hungry breaths. My chest and breasts heave up and down, and Dominick runs his hands gently up and down my body as if I were something precious.

He falls down next to me, and I feel his steely cock press hard against the soft flesh of my ass. I feel the throbbing heat of it digging into me.

“You cum so good,” he whispers softly into my ear, and then he bites my earlobe and runs his tongue along the soft cartilage.

“What would you normally do next?” I ask.

“I’d tie you up,” he whispers. “And fuck you.”

I lock eyes with him. Do I want him to tie me up?

“You’ve already tied me up,” I say.

We break eye contact. I don’t know why I said that, but it’s clear as soon as I say it that we both know exactly what I meant by that.

He sits back up, grabs my hips, and pulls. He flips me over so that I’m on my stomach, and he slaps my ass. Harder than just being playful.

I cry out, mostly in pain, but not totally.

“You want me to tie you down?” he rasps.

“I’ll be good,” I say, and to emphasize my point I pull my knees forward and stick my ass up for him.

I still feel the sting from when he spanked me, but then I feel his lips press against my ass cheek, and he kisses me with a small contact from his tongue.

“Good,” he says, pulling away.

I look over my shoulder and back at him. He’s on his knees and just behind me now. His thick cock is hard and just inches from my pussy. He grabs me by the hips, and then he thrusts his own hips forward.

I feel the tip of his cock rub against my pussy, and he slides it up and down along my outer lips. I’m still soaking wet from when I came, and I feel his cock dipping into my cum and sliding it around my skin.

“Put it in,” I say, looking back up at him with pleading eyes.

He just nods, and I feel an intense pressure. I look down and press my face into the pillow as his impossibly thick dick splits me in two.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re so tight, Madrigal.”

“You’re just so damn big,” I mutter into the pillow, voice muffled entirely.

It feels like he’s barely in. I doubt even his head is entirely inside me. I try to loosen up, thinking suddenly about “the block.”

He presses deeper in, and there’s a sharp pang of pain, but then I feel my wetness surge as he plunges deeper inside. As his cock gets deeper in, my wetness helps it slide further in. I still feel intense pressure where his cock first enters and before it dips into my wetness, but the pleasure of him filling me up so good overpowers the pain.

Just when I think I’ve got a handle on him, he pushes in with a dominant thrust. Pain rips through me, but even as the tears well up in my eyes, a flood of wetness runs through me, and pleasure dances across my body, all starting from each square inch of skin where his cock makes contact with my inner walls.

My pussy tightens against him even as the pain surges, and he presses all the way in, until I feel his balls up against me. Then I realize that it’s not just my pussy that’s tightening; his cock is throbbing within me.

“God, Dominick,” I hiss.

Then I wonder, with sudden dread, what if Dominick isn’t even his real name? This apartment isn’t his, and the people who employ him seem to tightly control everything I learn about him. So why would they let him use his real name? What if even this date, this pretense of a real date, isn’t even real?

Then his cock slides out and pounds back into me. He pounds the doubt right out of me with his next few thrusts. If this isn’t real, what is?

He pounds me so hard that his hips slam against my ass. I feel it shake and jiggle each time he pounds deep into me. The sore skin from when he spanked me stings just enough to enhance the sensation.

“Spank me again,” I hear myself say.

I didn’t think I liked it when he spanked me, but now I crave the pain once again.

He hits me so hard and fast with his hand that he must have already been thinking about it. My request just triggered him to finally act on the temptation.

I yelp as the pain rocks through me, but the feeling of his cock stuffing me full is so good that it takes the true edge off the pain. Rather than feeling the part that hurts I instead just feel the sharp intensity. I feel the stinging hit me just hard enough to make my body release adrenaline and for my eyes to produce more tears, but the true unpleasantness of the pain is blocked out by all the endorphins flowing through me.

“Again” I whine.

He hits me again, and the shock of the impact knocks the tears loose. They flow down my cheeks live rivers overflowing in heavy rain.

He fucks me slow as he spanks me. His cock slides in and out, and the massive girth makes up for how slow he moves. Each time he spanks me, my inner walls tighten all along his cock, and I feel so tight against him that his cock can barely pull out of me.

He waits until I tighten to plunge back in. If not for how soaking wet I was, his cock couldn’t make its way back in through my vice-like grip.

He spanks me again and again, and it starts to feel raw. The pain intensifies, and just when I think I can no longer handle another blow… he stops.

He knows just how much I can take. He knows my body and what I want without me having to tell him.

The stinging pain lingers, and he begins to fuck me harder and faster once again. His hips drive into me and slam against my raw skin, and the pain remains at just the right amount.

The ecstatic and orgasmic feeling builds up within me from each of his thrusts, until I know I’m soon going to cum.

“I’m going to—” I start, but he cuts me off.

“I know. Cum hard for me, Madrigal. Let go of everything and cum hard all over my cock.”

I wonder when he’s going to cum, but I figure he’s got that handled. I’ll let him fuck me as long as he needs to. If he doesn’t cum with me on the first orgasm, he can dump his seed into me on the second or third. My body is his to do with as he pleases.

I stick my ass and hips up as far as I can, digging my elbows into the bed and bucking my hips back into him. I want to feel as much of him inside me as I can as my orgasm builds up. I let go of everything I can. I let go of my doubts about Dominick. I let go of the future. I don’t want to worry about anything that will and could happen after this moment. All that matters right here and now is that he’s deep inside me, and that he’s filling me up.

I feel his fingers dig into my hips, and he grunts. The muscles of his thighs tighten as they press up against my body. He’s going to cum now, isn’t he? I don’t have the expert read on his body that he has on mine, but I’m starting to at least get a vague sense of it.

I focus on the feeling of his cock as it pounds me harder and harder, and I think I can feel it expanding and swelling. There is more tightness, more friction, more everything.

Then my muscles all tighten suddenly, and an incredible feeling of release hits me. Then I realize with sudden surprise that it’s not just a moment of release, it’s building up.

Each time Dominick thrusts into me, the release builds and builds. If the “block” he spoke of is a real, tangible thing, I thought he’d all but torn it down already. But now, I realize, it was still there, and it’s being torn down by Dominick’s beautiful cock inside me.

I feel the block crumble more and more with each thrust, and my heart pounds and sings with happiness. I never thought I’d feel so free, and each second that my orgasm builds up, that feeling of freedom increases and grows.

“Dominick!” I scream. “Tell me you love me, tell me—”

“I love you, Madrigal, and now I’m going to pump you full,” he roars, and then he pounds me so damn hard and mercilessly that my voice devolves into guttural moans and shouts. My body shakes and trembles so intensely that it feels almost like having a seizure. But the realization strikes me that fully surrendering control of my body is what I’d needed all along.

And surrender I do. I feel fully under Dominick’s power. My body moves because of what he does to me, not because of any conscious decision I make. And his cock and hands and every part of him do beautiful things to me as my orgasm rages beyond measure. I feel my pussy gushing wet all over his cock, but he’s plugged me so airtight that nothing can get out, instead I just wash his cock in my cum.

But I’m not full, not yet.

His body tightens more, and his fingers dig into me. “It’s time, Madrigal,” he grunts.

And then I feel an explosion rock through me. His cum is thicker than mine, and it fills me with an unbelievable intensity and pressure.

When he pulls back again, I feel the pressure within me become so intense that cum begins to gush out. He pulls his cock all the way out for just a moment, long enough for the cum to drip down my body, and then he thrusts inside as deep as he can go once again. His cock twitches and throbs, shooting loads of his seed into me, all just as thick as the first.

“Ahhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream, panting and gasping.

The feeling of freedom has not subsided; it’s only grown in intensity, and feeling his seed fill me makes me soar to new heights. I never want his cock to leave me, and I never want him to stop cumming inside me.

Time distorts as we cum together. My body trembles for so long that my muscles give out. I collapse down in a motionless heap as Dominick’s dick finishes unloading into me.

I feel his seed dripping all over the bed and pooling below me, but there’s still so much inside me, and I know the block has been torn down. All of that cum inside me that he’s saved up for so long—just for me—is deep inside my now fertile channel.

“Good girl, Madrigal,” he whispers.

The last thing I think about before falling asleep is the sudden memory of him saying he loves me. Did that really happen, or…