In spite of a valiant attempt to remain cool, calm and collected as I drive up to the address that Caleb had messaged me, my body quakes from the severity of my nerves. His penthouse apartment is located in downtown Atlanta and while I’m less than thrilled to make the drive, I’m absolutely sure it will pay off. I’ve not been given a definitive answer as to whether tonight will be the night Caleb makes love to– wait, no. I can’t entertain this notion of the act being any sort of love related activity. It’s raw and purely physical and can only be described as… to put it bluntly: fucking. At least, that’s the idea he’s given me. I refuse to allow my hopes to rise as high as to think he might fall in love with me, or something equally ridiculous.

There’s already a steady throbbing making itself known between my thighs, just from the idea of seeing Caleb and having dinner with him. I intend to make it obvious what I want and expect for dessert. Stepping out of my car, I’m hyper aware of how goddamn huge this apartment complex is and I can only imagine what the penthouse looks like. I manage to swallow my nerves as I stride towards the building with exaggerated confidence. The confidence shrivels as soon as I step inside and see how classy this place is. You’d have to pull in millions a year to be able to afford a regular apartment at this ritzy complex, so I can’t even fathom the cost of the high rise penthouse. I step towards the special elevator lift for the top floor, tapping in the code that Caleb had assured would allow my entry. The door slides open and I step inside, exhaling a breath I only just realize I had been holding.

As the elevator ascends, I struggle to steady my breathing. This entire situation seems so unbelievable, yet here I stand, rising to my handsome Casanova’s penthouse. A giggle spills past my lips, but as the door slides open to reveal the inside of the apartment, my mouth goes dry. The lights are dimmed just so, the telltale flicker of candlelight coming from his dining area. Swallowing a lump that is rapidly forming in my throat, I step inside and wonder how exactly to announce my presence. Before I can get too caught up in that thought, Caleb steps into the entryway and greets me with a charming smile.

“I thought I would wine you, dine you… well, you know the rest,” he smirks. At the thought of us orally pleasuring each other, I press my thighs together against the onslaught of arousal. “Come, come on in. I actually ordered some takeout,” he says warmly before slipping back towards the dining area. I trail behind him, feeling much the part of some lovesick child. This is a thousand times more intense than mere puppy love, however. I want him so badly I can barely take it and there’s no doubt in my mind that I’d sleep with him regardless of the pay.

Granted, five grand to fuck a hot guy is a good prospect either way. I smile to myself as I step into the dimly lit dining area and Caleb pulls a chair out for me. Sitting as daintily as I can pull off, I turn my eyes upon him. He simply smiles at me, shifting to his side of the table. The food is already spread out, a glass of wine sitting as if it has been eagerly awaiting my presence. I grasp the wine glass, taking a long swallow of the heavenly elixir. An appreciative moan spills past my lips and his expression darkens for a moment. The desire he’s turning upon me is almost tangible and it’s a struggle not to shift under his stare.

“I hope you like Chinese,” he says casually, and I can only nod as I watch him bring a piece of sesame chicken to his lips. It’s almost laughable, the fact that he can make something as simple as eating dinner so sensual. I avert my eyes, admittedly eating like a bird for this first shared dinner. “Most places use that faux crab meat, but I only accept the real thing,” he continues, gesturing to a pile of crab legs sitting in a basket on the counter. As much as I’d like to sloppily slurp down the fishy meat, there’s another specific bit of meat with which I’m preoccupied.

“I have to ask… is tonight… the night?” I stammer out, unable to eat anymore, even if I wanted to. He hums, slipping the tips of his fingers between his lips and sucking off the chicken sauce. I watch him with baited breath, wondering how on Earth he can be so calm.

“I wanted to assure you that I’m going to take it easy on you, for our first night together. Nothing too…well kinky, unless of course, you ask for it,” he announces, as if he’s simply discussing the weather with a coworker. If I’d even considered that he may be interested in me, that thought has long since evaporated. It’s clear that he’s been around the block a few times, at least as far as these sort of situations go.

“O-okay. That sounds amazing,” I breathe, pressing my palm between my thighs once more. Though it’s embarrassing, now that we’re alone together and his intent is clear, I feel less shame in openly touching myself. He watches me with a coy smile for a moment before pushing back from the table and blowing out the candle.

“Shall we, then?” Caleb purrs, circling around the table in the near-dark and taking me by the hand. I clutch him like a lifeline, rising up on shaky legs. He wraps an arm around my shoulder, guiding me none too subtly towards the bedroom. His scent lingers heavily in the air, the almost piney aroma of his cologne especially prevalent. I wonder if I smell any better than a bitch in heat, with the way my pussy is already dripping. He doesn’t seem to mind, at least, turning to face me and continuing to drag me along behind him. He curls his fingers into the collar of my blouse, idly fidgeting with the top button. My stomach lurches with arousal and as soon as we’re in his bedroom, I force our lips together.

Caleb jolts with shock at the kiss, but quickly relaxes into it. His tongue flicks out, touching the softest part of my lips and sending shivers down my spine. I draw away from him, keeping our eyes locked as I begin to unbutton my blouse. He watches me with a sly smile, not bothering to remove his clothes– at least, not yet. As my blouse falls away from me, I thank God that I chose to wear some of my more lascivious lingerie. Caleb steps forward, palming my breast through my bra. His touch is gentle, moving as if he has all the time in the world. He rubs his thumb to the hardening nub of my nipple, which stands erect and obvious even through my bra.

“Christ, that feels nice,” I purr, arching my chest out a bit more. Giving slight pause, he reaches around me and unclasps my bra with ease. My instinct is to cover up when my breasts are revealed and I’m truly struck by how long it’s been since I’ve gotten naked in front of a man. Over a year, a year too long, I’d say. Especially considering this Greek god of a man that stands before me.

I don’t realize that I’m getting caught up in my own thoughts until I’m yanked free of them by the sensation of his fingers roughly pinching one of my swollen nipples. I can’t swallow the cry that spills past my lips, a mix of pain and intense pleasure.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers encouragingly, leaning in to swipe his tongue against the skin he’d just tugged. My heart nearly pounds out of my chest and he only seems encouraged as I press a hand to the back of his head. His teeth graze my skin and he shifts from pain to pleasure at just the right time. I throw my head back, just scarcely realizing that we’ve hardly even started. I’m brought to the reality of the situation as he pushes me towards his bed, more or less throwing me atop the sheets. His erection is straining against the confines of his jeans and I nearly salivate at the sight. “Are you ready to play?” he says teasingly, shrugging off his t-shirt. His perfectly sculpted abs shine with the faintest sheen of sweat and his manly musk is enough to drive me insane.

“Please, Caleb, don’t make me beg,” I moan, reaching down to trace a finger around my nipples. He watches with a hardened gaze, reaching down slowly and purposefully to pop the button on his jeans. He exhales a soft sigh, seeming reluctant to show anything that could be potentially interpreted as weakness. Methodically, he shifts his jeans down his hips, looping his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and shifting them down as well. My mouth falls agape and I find myself nearly weeping at the sight of his huge cock. A slight bead of pre-cum dribbles from the tip and I’m surprised to see that he’s as eager as I am. Then again, it would only make sense; he is the one paying for my services.

If he pounds me into the mattress like I so desire, I’ll be paying as well: in the form of a bow-legged gait for the foreseeable future. I want him inside me so badly, but he seems intent upon taking his time; prolonging the situation as long as possible. He grabs the base of his dick, squeezing slightly before stroking himself. He shifts towards the bed, grabbing my shorts and pulling them off of me with much less preamble than he had with his own. I’m simultaneously aroused and embarrassed when he considers my damp panties with a tiny smirk.

“Your little pussy is soaked, baby. How badly have you been aching for my touch?” Caleb rumbles and I can only shyly avert my eyes. He chuckles, grazing two of his knuckles along the length of my clothed slit. A gasp pulls itself from my throat and my hips roll as if of their own accord. “You want this big hard dick?” He prods and I shakily nod my head, all thoughts of retaining my dignity flying out the window. “Where do you want it…” He pauses, reaching up to brush his thumb against my lips. “Here?” the god of a man asks slyly, dipping his thumb between my lips. Moaning, I manage a weak shake of my head. “Oh, so…,” he pauses, tracing his fingers down my exposed torso. He makes a brief pit stop at my breasts, giving each nipple a taunting little pinch. Then, his descent continues, although his hand bypasses my aching mound altogether. He cups my ass in his hand, squeezing the meaty flesh with a self-satisfied sigh. “Here, then? You want it here?” he says, seeming intent upon toying with me. I pout, shaking my head and rolling my hips up urgently. “Well, tell me, then. Show me where you want to be touched,” he urges.

“Caleb, please,” I all but sob, my clit twitching in anticipation. There’s a steady pounding between my thighs, a dull ache that only the man before me can soothe. “Just fuck me already, please, I’m begging, just fuck me,” I plead, reaching out to touch him. He grabs me by the wrists, pinning me back against the bed. Our bodies shift, seeming to meld together perfectly if not for the thin piece of fabric separating us. His member pulses against the crotch of my panties and he slowly begins to move back and forth. Helpless to do anything but wail with pleasure, I sink my nails into the flesh of his shoulders as he grinds against me.

“You want me in your sweet little pussy? Is that what you want?” He growls, leaning down to claim my neck with his mouth.

“Yes! Fuck, yes! I want you to fill me up, I want you inside me,” I gasp out, tangling a hand in his hair. He keeps my shoulders pinned with one hand, reaching down with the other to nudge my panties down. He rumbles appreciatively at the sight and I swallow nervously as he seems to eat me alive with his eyes. He grins, reaching down between us to spread my outer lips. My essence gathers on his fingers as he dips them inside me, just barely.

“You feel ready,” he observes cheekily, laughter dancing in his voice. He draws his fingers away from me, taking them between his lips. My mouth falls agape as he sensually sucks on them, obviously enjoying the taste. “You taste ready,” he murmurs, meeting my gaze with a wicked smile as he lines up at my entrance. “Without a doubt I can say, you look ready. But tell me, my little darling. Can you sound ready?” He implores. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, sheer desperation nearly overcoming me.

“Please,” I gasp, unable to say anymore. Without further hesitation, he slowly begins to push inside of me. I can feel his huge cock stuffing me to the brim, filling me up slowly but surely. He’s so big, almost unfathomably so and there’s a slight sting as he bottoms out inside me. It’s been so long and I’m pretty much going from zero to sixty at this point, but I refuse to show any signs of being unable to take his girth. He watches my expression carefully, remaining still for a long moment. “A-aren’t you going to… you know? Fuck my brains out?” I whisper, feeling my inner walls gripping him tightly. The look on his face is one of pure bliss and I can only wonder why he’s stalling.

“Giving you a second to adjust… goddamn, you’re so fucking tight,” he gasps out. I try to steady my breathing, bracing myself against him as I find myself growing impatient.

“Just give it to me already,” I grit out, cursing myself for how obscenely desperate I am. He considers me with a wry grin, drawing out of me halfway before slamming the entirety of his length inside of me again. While there’s still a slight sting, it’s more of a pleasurable sort of pain, the kind to which he’s slowly seeming to introduce me. I cry out, my whole body shaking from the force of his thrusts as he continues to move, slowly and steadily working us up to the highest peak you could imagine. I desperately grasp his shoulders, raking my nails against him as he continues to pound me furiously into the mattress. Little cries and mewls spill from my lips and I can’t stop myself from incoherently babbling as I’m drawn closer to the edge.

When it hits me, it’s with all the force of a tsunami. A strangled scream is ripped from me and I cum in a gush around his thick girth. His expression strained, he continues to rock inside of me for a brief moment before his jaw slackens and he hits his peak as well. String after string of cum is shot deep inside of me and it only serves to heighten my pleasure. Thank God for birth control and the sensation of his skin gliding against my own.

“Fuck,” he gasps, continuing to jerk and thrust erratically until I can take no more. Our combined essence spills out onto the bed beneath me and tears prick the corners of my eyes from the sheer intensity of my orgasm.

“Jesus Christ,” I whisper, looking at him with nothing short of awe. He grins a bit, shifting away from me to give me a bit of space. “That was… fantastic,” I moan, my body still awash with pleasure.

“You were great,” he murmurs, while he is staring and smiling at me with those daunting eyes. It strikes me in this moment, just how unfathomable it is that a man like this would need to purchase sex from the seedy underbelly of the web. It’s not really my business, but I can’t help wondering what he’s hiding.

“Caleb… I don’t understand. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that we met under the circumstances we did, but… why on Earth would a catch like you be surfing the Internet to score girls. You could have your pick of anyone you wanted,” I mutter shyly, hoping not to offend him. He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders a bit.

“Well, the truth of the matter is that most women can’t accompany my needs. When I fuck a woman, I want the sensation of owning her completely. I want her to be mine and mine alone. My possession to do with as I please,” he pauses and I can feel my face drop a bit. “My girlfriends have never been able to meet those needs. It’s just as well. There’s nothing like the thrill of buying a woman for the night and having your way with her,” he finishes, glancing towards me with something akin to regret in his eye.

“So… is this a one-night thing, then?” I inquire softly, fearing the answer. He hesitates before shaking his head, reaching out to rest a hand on my thigh.

“I’d like for you to come back tomorrow. I have some things I’d like to introduce you to…if you’re willing,” he trails off. I tilt my head curiously, wondering what he could possibly mean. Rising from the bed, he offers me his hand. I take it, wobbly gaining my footing. Allowing myself to be led, I feel my stomach twist with anxiety as we stop outside a black door with a red knob. There’s something inside that room that he’s at least a little nervous to show me and I can’t imagine what it could be. He pushes the door open and my mouth falls open as I take in what lies inside. It is what could only be described as some sort of sex playroom, complete with a wall full of toys and some sort of swing device. There are a selection of handcuffs lining the counter and there even seems to be some nestled in the swing. I raise a brow, looking at him with some trepidation. “That’s only if you decide you’d like to indulge me,” he murmurs, a kind look in his eye.

As much as I want to be disgusted by the idea, I find myself somewhat thrilled in spite of myself. There’s something intimidating about the room, but the pleasure Caleb has shown me could only be amplified with his little toolbox, as it were.

“I’ll give it some thought,” I assure him. I get dressed and prepare to leave. He escorts me to the elevator without bothering to get dressed. He’s still gorgeous, perhaps more so, even though his body is spent. As much as I’d like to offer a round two, I know I have to play my cards very carefully. “I’ll see you soon, Caleb,” I smile, nervously wringing my hands. He kisses me on the forehead before very gently nudging me towards the elevator.

“Soon,” he repeats, nodding his head. There’s a wicked glint in his eye again and it’s all I can do to force myself to leave. I’ll be giving his little sex room more that the slightest bit of thought. I’d do nearly anything to please him at this point, though I clearly can’t voice that thought. Swallowing any comment I’d consider making, I press the button for the ground floor. His eyes remain intensely fixed upon my own until the door slides closed.

Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into?