Trina sat in the far end of the limo she’d been ushered into a half hour ago, as far away from Lucas as possible as they shot down the road rapidly toward whatever destination he’d chosen for them. She was trying to send a message right from the start. Maybe she’d have to fuck him or get him off in some other way, but she wasn’t going to pretend to care about what he had to say. God, she hated that part of hooking, the fact that all the male clients assumed she gave a single fuck about what was going on in their lives.
After several more excruciating minutes of awkwardly tense silence, the limo rolled to a stop. Lucas got out of the car immediately, but Trina wasn’t sure what to do. She sat stiffly in her seat, swallowing several times to clear her clogged-up throat. A second later, the door on her side of the limo opened, revealing Lucas, who held his hand out for Trina to take. “Come on,” he said.
Trina hesitated for a second, staring at his broad wide hand before accepting it with her own, letting him tug her out of the limo and onto her own two feet. “Where are we?” Trina asked.
“My home,” Lucas said, slamming the limo door shut behind Trina and pulling her along to the entrance of a tall complex of condos. “Come on, hurry up.”
Trina fought with herself to stay calm as she was dragged into the gleaming main lobby of the condo complex. I’m okay, she reminded herself as Lucas pulled her along into the elevator. Everything’s fine. Sure, I’m all alone with a strange man, right back to where I started. But I’ve done this a thousand times. I can do it again.
The elevator dinged and opened, and Lucas yanked at her arm, pulling her along to his condo. “What do you drink?” he asked her.
“Uh…” Trina trailed off, uncertain of what to say.
“Red or white?” Lucas asked, letting go of her hand as he entered the perfectly white kitchen. Every surface of Lucas’s kitchen shone white, glinting like perfect teeth.
“Uh, red,” Trina said without thinking, watching as Lucas dug out a bottle of wine and poured two glasses out for them to drink.
“Here, take this,” Lucas said, handing her a glass full of red wine.
“Thanks,” Trina said. Her fingers trembled a little as she accepted the glass and brought it to her lips. “Um, so what am I…?” She let the sentence fade out, unsure of how to phrase her question.
“What are you doing here?” Lucas suggested for her as she took small sips of her wine. “Come, let’s sit in the den.”
Trina wordlessly followed him into the next room and took a seat next to him on a deep red couch, keeping a safe distance of a foot between their bodies. “This wine is good,” she commented mindlessly, just to fill the silence that stretched between them.
“What’s your name?” Lucas asked, turning in his seat to face her.
“Trina.”
“Hmm,” Lucas said. “That’s pretty. Did you come up with it yourself?”
Trina shook her head. She took another couple of sips of wine to give herself something to do, feeling her anxiety rise as the seconds ticked by with nothing notable happening.
“Trina, do you understand what’s happening here?” Lucas asked, raising his eyebrows quizzically as he worked at his glass of wine.
Trina was silent, staring up at the beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling that filled the whole room with perfectly golden light.
“You’re mine now,” Lucas said in a soft voice. “You belong to me.”
Before Trina could even wrap her mind around that statement, Lucas placed his wineglass down on the coffee table in front of them and reached forward to grab Trina by the throat, squeezing his fist tightly around her neck.
“You understand?” he said, his eyes dropping down to linger on Trina’s lips while his own tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth. “Huh? Do you?”
Trina shook her head, willing her heart to calm down so that Lucas wouldn’t feel her pulse throb against the fingers wrapped around her neck.
Lucas cleared his throat and smiled. His teeth looked impossibly sharp, like he was a beast about to rip into his prey. “You’re never going to fuck another client again. Just me,” Lucas whispered, his fingernails sliding against her skin, making her flesh tingle despite herself. “Ever.”
Before Trina could come up with anything to say in response, Lucas’s other hand came up and ripped her glass out of her grasp, slamming it down on the table before them. “Get up,” he said to her in between gritted teeth.
Trina didn’t have a chance to obey before Lucas flipped her over himself, pressing her against the back of the couch so that her ass was stuck up in the air. “Yeah,” Lucas muttered behind her, chuckling a little to himself, rubbing his hand down from her neck, running his fingers along her spinal cord. “Why’d you get dressed again?” he murmured, sticking his fingers under the hem of the nightgown she was wearing. “I’m just going to have to tear this off you now.”
Trina swallowed heavily, unable to dislodge the thick lump that had formed in her throat at some point over the past several minutes. “Sir,” she said stiffly. “Sir, what are you going to do with me?”
Lucas laughed again, a little louder this time, before he leaned in to breathe hotly against the back of Trina’s neck. His tongue made contact with her skin, dragging its way up from the top of her spine to the patch of sensitive skin right behind her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget how to breathe,” he whispered into her ear before biting at her lobe, sending sparks of pleasure and pain down her tingling spine.
Trina struggled to control her breathing, her chest aching with the effort as she heard shuffling sounds behind her. Lucas was getting out of his clothes. Oh, fuck, Trina thought. She’d thought there would be more buildup, but no. He was going to do this right here. Right now.
Lucas draped his body over hers, pressing down harder into the couch. He was completely naked, his firm muscular chest pressing against Trina’s back. “Just relax,” he murmured, pushing her nightgown up so that her upper legs were exposed and scratching along her bare skin.
Trina tried to follow his instructions, exhaling heavily to try to expel some of the tension from her body, but she remained tense as Lucas adjusted behind her, his hard cock nudging between her legs.
“Are you wearing any panties?” he whispered into her ear before licking a hot line down her neck. Trina blew her breath out from her lungs, shaking her head in answer to his question. Lucas growled a little against her neck, his teeth coming out to tease against the vein at the base of her throat.
Lucas pushed her nightgown further up, exposing her ass and lower back to the chilly air around them. “Yes, fuck yes,” he murmured behind her head, his hand coming down to wrap around her naked ass. “Such a tight, nice ass.”
“Thank you,” Trina mumbled back, but before she could prepare herself, Lucas’s cock pressed in between her thighs, searching for her hole.
He’s not wearing a condom, Trina realized, feeling panic spark its way up her spine. She’d never let anyone fuck her without wearing protection. She wasn’t an idiot. Trina cleared her throat and went stiff against Lucas’s body. “Uh, sir?” she said.
“What?” he asked, his tone betraying his annoyance at being interrupted at this crucial moment.
“Do you have a condom?” Trina asked.
“No,” Lucas snapped. “And I’m not going to wear one, ever. That’s not how I work. Don’t worry. I’m clean.”
Trina blew out her breath, considering her options for a moment before finally nodding her head in agreement. What other choice did she have?
Lucas wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing her around until she lifted her ass higher in the air. His cock finally found her hole, his tip pressing a little bit inside as he sighed heavily above her, one of his hands traveling north to wrap around the back of her neck.
“Yes,” he murmured, squeezing the back of her neck so hard that she struggled to breathe for a second before he relaxed his grip. “Ugh, fuck, you’re so tight.”
Trina focused all her energy on relaxing her cunt, going as limp as possible on the couch despite the weight of Lucas’s body on top of her. In the meantime, Lucas’s cock slipped a little deeper inside, spreading her open around his thick width.
“Fucking Christ,” Lucas muttered, his nails digging into her skin as he gripped her neck harder. His other hand remained on her hip, tracing her curves before squeezing the top of her ass. She squealed a little despite her efforts to remain silent. “Shit, shit, oh, shit,” Lucas grunted out, jerking his dick deeper into her cunt, brushing up against a particularly sensitive spot inside of Trina.
“Oh, oh!” Trina cried out, the words spilling out of her mouth without her brain’s permission. “Fuck!”
“Yeah, baby, let me hear you,” Lucas said, slapping the side of her body so hard that Trina jerked forward onto the couch a couple more inches, her head hanging over the side limply as he began to thrust inside of her.
“Fuck! Oh!” Trina cried out as Lucas went impossibly deeper inside of her, going all the way in finally.
“Yeah, darling, yeah, that’s it,” Lucas grunted out, shoving in and out a little faster, squeezing the back of her neck more tightly.
God, his cock is so fucking big, Trina thought, her head hanging limp between her shoulders as Lucas thrusted hard against her ass. She swore she could feel the head of his cock throb inside of her, the pulse of his heartbeat reverberating inside of her cunt. She felt strangely warm between her legs, like there was an oven inside of her, growing hotter and hotter with each passing second. God, I can’t take it. I can’t fucking take it. He’s so fucking huge.
“So hot, so tight,” Lucas muttered above her, dragging his nails up her spine, making her shiver underneath him. “God, fucking take it, yeah, you fucking hot bitch.” He thrusted in harder, bracing himself on the back of Trina’s neck as he moved faster and faster against her ass. “Fuck, I needed this. I needed this so fucking bad. Yes!”
Trina wasn’t sure what happened, but it was like something snapped inside of her, breaking apart and sending shards of painfully bright, sharp sensation into the cells around her cunt. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered to herself, burying her head in her arms after wiping some of the sweat from her forehead.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” Lucas said. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
Trina refused to answer, even though at this point it would have been difficult for her to say anything given how hard she was wheezing for breath. Her cunt felt like it was spreading further open, practically consuming the rest of her body.
“Fuck, so tight!” Lucas yelled out, thrusting his hips faster and faster, panting hard for breath. His hand on her neck became slick with sweat, but he gripped even tighter, making it more difficult for Trina to breathe. But it didn’t matter. Her pussy was popping with heat, her hips thrusting forward and back on their own, little grunts leaving her mouth every other second.
Lucas pulled back for a second, gasping for breath, before entering again at a different angle, hitting a spot inside of Trina’s cunt that made her scream like a banshee and bang her fists against the back of the couch. “Yeah,” he said with a laugh, slapping the side of her body again before going down to squeeze at her ass. “Yeah, that’s fucking good. Give me that fucking cunt.”
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” Trina panted out, her hand trembling a little as she reached up to brush some of the sweaty hair out of her eyes. “Fuck me, God!”
At this point, Trina couldn’t stop herself. Her ass just kept jerking back, shoving further back on his dick, taking him even deeper inside her hot tight pussy. “Yes, yes, yes, oh!” Lucas yelled on top of her, pressing his chest to her back so he could bite at the back of her neck, sucking so hard that sparks of painfully hot sensation slid down Trina’s spine, coursing out into the rest of the bones in her body.
The next moment, Lucas moved his hand from Trina’s hip to the other side of her body, finding her clit with two of his fingers. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, yes!” Trina screamed out, thrusting against Lucas’s hand, feeling the heat between her legs get even more intense, becoming almost too much for her to bear.
“Yeah, baby, just give in to me, give in to me,” Lucas said. He slid his tongue up from the top of Trina’s back to the top of her neck, biting along her hairline and making her squeal out even louder than before. “Fuck, yes, fuck!”
Lucas’s fingers moved faster over her clit, practically jerking it off while his dick rhythmically moved in and out of her cunt. Trina felt her cunt clench around his cock, dragging it in as deep as it could go. She moaned out pathetically every time the head of the cock brushed up against her most secret, special, sacred spot, her cunt vibrating with intense energy that felt like it was going to explode at any given moment.
“Yes, yes, shit, yes!” Lucas cried out, slapping her ass again several times in a row as he pounded her into the couch, thrusting so hard that Trina couldn’t even catch her breath at this point.
Trina’s clit felt like it was on fire, like a thousand flames were licking their way from inside her cunt and climbing up the rest of her body, consuming her in heat. Lucas’s fingers went faster, his cock thrusting in and out harder while he grunted into her ear, licking at the side of her neck. “Oh, fuck, oh, God, Jesus,” Trina sighed to herself, licking her dry lips as she thrusted her ass back and forth so fast that her breath caught in her throat.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. That’s fucking it. Yeah, yeah, come for me, baby. Come for me,” Lucas said into her ear before licking it from top to bottom.
That was it. That was all it took. Trina’s cunt clenched two, three, four times before beginning to spasm wildly, all the sensations that Lucas built inside of her pussy colliding together as one. “Fuck! Fuck me, goddammit!” Trina screamed, her spine arching as she reached her peak, heat filling all of the molecules of her body at once. Her head felt light and airy and full of cotton, inhospitable to any and all coherent thoughts. She felt like a piece of meat, pounded out and used for somebody else’s pleasure, but she fucking loved it.
Right as her orgasm faded away, Lucas pulled out of her harshly. It took Trina a couple of seconds to realize what had happened, but when she did she forced herself to turn over on the couch to face him, still panting desperately for breath.
Lucas was jerking his cock off wildly, gritting his teeth into a snarl as his hand flew over his thick hard cock. “Yes, fuck, you fucking—you fucking hot bitch, take it, fucking take it!” he screamed before his voice dissolved into a low groan. Without any further warning, streams of cum flew from his dick, splashing over Trina’s stomach and the top of her chest, probably ruining her nightgown as a result.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah,” Lucas panted out, collapsing onto the couch next to Trina as he caught his breath. Trina wasn’t sure what to do. Should I touch him? Trina wondered. Cuddle him? Act like nothing happened?
After several seconds of perfect silence, Lucas finally got to his feet, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. He didn’t make eye contact with her, but as soon as he got his breath back, he murmured, “You can clean yourself up with some paper towel in the kitchen. Or there’s a bathroom down the hall if you want to shower off. Your room is at the end of the hall, right beyond the bathroom. Good night.”
With that, he left her alone in his den, breathing hard on his couch, covered in his cum.
Fuck, Trina thought. What the fuck just happened? And why did I enjoy it so much?