Sofie
Inside the limo, Lucas pulls me onto his lap before I even get a chance to take a seat.
I can feel his breath on my shoulder, the heat of his body beneath mine. And yeah. Of course, I can feel his huge, stiff dick pressing up through the fabric of his slacks, settling tight in the valley between my ass cheeks.
Suddenly, wearing such skimpy little shorts feels less like a last-minute bad idea as I ran out of the house this morning and more of a cruel twist of fate.
Lucky me, right? Because when it comes to Lucas, I think I kind of like fate being cruel.
I'm aching for him in an instant. I can feel my pussy getting wet with just the promise of Lucas' cock being this close.
A heat starts building between my legs like my cunt is a space heater that’s just plugged in. My heart rate is increasing little by little, like the wheels of a steam engine building momentum as it comes to the crest of a hill.
"We should get these clothes off you." Lucas slips his arms around my lithe little body and smooths his palms down my bare thighs.
It's warm in the limo, and Lucas' hands are even warmer. But my legs are still cold from the brisk wind outside and for some reason, the mixing of these two temperatures makes my whole body shiver.
Lucas smells like vanilla, bourbon and leather. Like old money. Everything about him is manly. His teeth scrape against my shoulder as he curls his fingers around the waistband of my shorts. The short, smooth crescents of his thumbnails drag across my hip bones.
Oh, fuck. He wasn't kidding about taking my clothes off, and I'm definitely not kidding about wanting to let him.
"Ask me for it, darlin'," Lucas purrs. "Tell me you want me to."
"I…" I say, stumbling as I search for words. I’m being overwhelmed by a need so strong, I couldn’t properly put my thoughts in to words.
I do want him to. So bad. I want Lucas to tear my clothes off me like he's gone completely mad with lust. I want his nails to press into my skin and drag across my hip bones, marking me where he's touched me. I want him all wild and unhinged and irrationally horny.
I want to feel the way I felt that first night with Lucas and Eli and Oliver. Like we were made to be selfish with each other and it didn't matter what happened the morning after. As long as we could fuck each other's brains out, we didn't give a shit about what happens next.
"Hmm…maybe you don’t want it," Lucas says, backing off a little. His fingers have been teasing the waistband of my shorts for what feels like a lifetime, but now they're releasing some of the tension and easing the fabric back up my hips.
"Wha—no!" I scramble to put the words together and my hips retreat, trying to work their way out of my shorts on their own.
It makes Lucas chuckle. He's got a dark, sexy laugh. Like a cold October evening. I get a little wetter just listening to the sound.
"You amuse the shit out of me when you're like this, Sofie," Lucas admits. His fingers return to tugging the waistband of my shorts down, but he's being agonizingly slow about it.
"You want it so bad, little girl. I can see it. Oliver and Eli could see it. Anyone with eyes could see it. Even this whole damn world…"
His thumbs dance against the concave between my stomach and my hips. He's almost got me out of my shorts…but not quite.
"You make me sound like a slut,” I giggle. Then, I say with a little less certainty than I should, “I’m not a slut, you know.”
"No? Getting into limos with strange men, sitting on their laps and teasing their cocks with your sweet little ass…Sounds to me like something a slut would do."
Well, shit. He's got me there.
I don't even know why I'm fighting him. He's absolutely right: I do want it. I want it bad. I want to be fucked silly again. I want to take his cock and make it explode like an erupting volcano into my womb.
So what's my fucking problem?
"Just because you've got your cock pressed up against my ass doesn't mean that I'm going to give it up so easy," I say.
I'm trying too hard to keep up with him. To be the same cool, confident girl that hopped into the limo with him and his two best friends on the night we met. But the three of them as a trio seemed so much more manageable somehow. Having Lucas alone…there’s a darkness to him, a raw energy that scares me as much as he turns me on.
It makes me want to challenge him. Make him see that I’m not as much of a predictable thing as he wants to think I am. But to do that, I have to avoid giving into how bad I want him to tug these shorts off of me and leave me half-naked on his lap.
Normally, I could manage that. But right now, my brain is drifting effortlessly from Normal Rational Sofie World straight into Naughty-Naughty Fuck Me Land.
I try to pull myself back to reality, but that's like trying to catch dandelion fluff out of the air. Every time I close my fist around my sense of control, it slips out between my fingers and floats even further away.
"I think you want to give it up, Sofie." Now one of Lucas' hands is abandoning my shorts and rising up beneath my shirt.
"I've already taken you before. I know exactly how good you feel wrapped around my cock. I know what your moans sound like. The way your heart feels when it's beating against my chest. And when you've already been mine once…"
Oh, fuck.
"I'll be yours forever," I say, dazed. Like I'm half dreaming. Being hypnotized by Lucas' voice.
"Exactly."
Manhattan is rolling by out the tinted windows while normal people go about their day-to-day lives. Business women in dark, refined suits shouting into cell phones. Construction workers digging into the sidewalk in their orange vests.
And here I am, being whisked off to lunch at who-even-knows-where, wearing the biggest fashion mistake of my life and about to be stripped right out of it.
Lucas isn't kidding. He's in my head, and I want him to be in my cunt next.
"Ask me to take your clothes off," Lucas prompts.
This time, I don't have to think about it. I just answer.
"Get me out of these fucking clothes before I tear them off myself."
Lucas snaps into action at that, tugging my shorts down to my knees like our lives depend on having my bare ass on his lap. His other hand is on my stomach, pushing me harder against him as he works it up and down my abs.
"Good slut," Lucas growls into my ear. "You're a good slut, Sofie. Isn't that right?"
"I'm a good slut," I agree. "A very good slut."
I don't even sound like myself right now. I sound like someone more confident, more desperate and less inhibited.
It feels incredible. No…much more than incredible. It feels fucking hot.
I've never liked being called a slut before. In fact, Good Girl Sofie fucking hates the idea. It's the word that the boys in high school used to tease me with when word got out that I'd given a blowjob to a guy on the lacrosse team. It's the word the other girls held over my head when they cited why they didn't want me hanging around their boyfriends.
It's the word Greg spat at me on the night I finally cut him loose and called it quits.
Slut. Slut. Slut.
“I love sluts, Sofie,” Lucas tells me. His words wash over me like warm bath water on a chilly night. “Especially sweet little sluts like you. Do you know why that is?”
“Why?” I gasp, biting my lip.
“Because,” Lucas says, “good slut get rewards.”
I think I've probably lived my entire life a little bit afraid of being a slut. No—not of being one. Of being called one.
Always been wary of everyone finding out the big, bad secret I've been harboring my entire life: Sofie Carson is a slut, and she loves being one. She loves taking cock and she loves making men come.
And now here I am, sitting on a billionaire's lap, admitting it out loud.
Slut.
"You're wet," Lucas says. It's not an accusation. He’s just stating the obvious. "What's got you so turned on, Sofie? Sitting on my lap like this…or something else?"
He runs his hand up my inner thigh, cupping the place where it meets my cunt.
"You," I tell him. "You make me wet."
"Do I?" Lucas asks. "Or is it running around campus dressed like a little tart like this? Tiny little shorts, tight little t-shirt, your furry little boots…this fucking hat."
Lucas' hand leaves my stomach to tug at one of the fuzzy ear flaps of my choice of headwear for the day. It's one of those big, black fur caps. I think Chloe calls it an ushanka when she brought it back from a trip to Russia.
Do I look dumb as hell in it? Probably. But hey, I was pressed for time this morning! And out of everything else I have on, it's probably the only item of clothing keeping me warm.
"What's wrong with my hat?" I pout as Lucas moves my hair over my shoulder, so he can kiss my neck.
"Nothing." I can feel him smiling against my spine. "In fact, it's all you're going to be wearing in a few minutes."
An image flashes through my mind: me, riding Lucas' cock, moaning in ecstasy while the flaps of the hat flop against my face with every bounce.
"Oh," I moan softly.
And that's when he takes my cunt.
"I think you like dressing like this, Sofie.” Lucas’ fingers spread my pussy open before they slip inside. The sensation leaves me gasping for breath. “You like prancing around campus looking like a hot little mess. I think it gets you off, showing off your gorgeous body where everyone can see.”
Honestly, I don’t know if it does or not. Get me off, I mean. On some level, it must, right? But I’m not a psychologist, dammit! I’m a Bio student! I don’t know if it’s even possible that I subconsciously chose my skimpiest clothes when I ran out the door this morning.
But it doesn’t even matter.
Because Lucas’ fingers in my cunt is the only thing I can think of right now.
“You like the way it feels, knowing that men are staring at your body on display.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
His fingers probe deeper, stroking along my g-spot and making my hips thrash against his wrist.
“You like putting your body out there. Being watched. Being lusted after.”
My mind flashes back to the auction. The auction where Lucas bought me. No—the auction where four different men bought me. I remember how much it turned me on to be paid for. To be treated like a piece of meat up for grabs to the highest bidder.
“Yes.” My voice sounds desperate and strained, because that’s genuinely how I feel now.
I’m close. So fucking close.
“You orgasmed up on that stage for us, didn’t you, Sofie?” Lucas asks. Like he’s reading my mind.
“I—I did.” There’s no denying it. I’ve been hoping that no one would notice. Now, the idea that everyone saw just puts me that closer to going over the edge.
“And today, when you came out of that lecture hall wearing this tiny-ass little outfit—”
“It turned me on,” I finish for him. “I liked f-feeling the c-cold air on my skin…the w-way you looked at me…”
“That’s right,” Lucas coos in my ear. His voice is gritty, but sweet. “That’s my girl. Come for me, Sofie. Give it to me now. Right here in my hand.”
I couldn’t help it even if I wanted to. Lucas’ voice is hypnotizing. His touch makes me melt.
He’s using two fingers to rock the fuck out of my g-spot, and my pussy is clenching gratefully around them at his every move. With his free hand, he’s petting my body while I lean back against his chest. Stroking my rib cage, my stomach, my pelvis, my hips.
It’s relaxing and invigorating all at once. I come for him so hard, I’m afraid I’m going to break his fingers. My vision goes out for a second as I twitch and spasm against his body, caught up in too much pleasure to fucking bear.
“Good slut. Good slut,” Lucas is saying in my ear. His voice is soothing and deep and sweet as warm honey, and I ground myself on it. If I don’t, I’m pretty sure I’ll fly away.
“Fuck,” I whisper. It’s the only word that comes to mind right now.
“In a minute,” Lucas says with a laugh. Like that word wasn’t an expletive, but instead, a request. “First, though…I need to tell you something.”
“What?” I moan, hissing as he pulls his fingers away from me.
My pussy is still throbbing. My clit feels white-hot.
I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep going. I want a thousand more orgasms from him, and a million more after that.
It’s only the tantalizing mystery of what Lucas could possibly need to get off his chest before he sticks his cock in me that keeps me from going completely insane.
“The truth is, Sofie…you might like this outfit, but I don’t like it at all.”
“No?” Why don’t you finish taking it off me, then?
“Not one bit. Do you know why?”
“Because…it would look better on the floor,” I say bravely.
That elicits another dark laugh from Lucas. He raises his cunt-soaked fingers to my mouth and I part my lips to suck on them. I just fucking do it. He doesn’t even have to ask.
“Good guess,” Lucas says, “But no. The problem with this outfit, Sofie, is that you’re letting that slutty little brain of yours take control of you. It’s too fucking cold to be prancing around in shorts and a thin little t-shirt. I don’t give a damn what a treat you look like in it. You need to take better care of yourself, baby girl.”
I stop sucking on his fingers mid-lick.
I mean, he’s right. Don’t get me wrong. Lucas is completely correct here. My dumb ass should have at least thought to grab a coat on my way out the door.
But at the same time, it feels like he’s getting at something here.
I just haven’t figured out what it is yet.
“Keep sucking,” Lucas commands.
Greedily, I obey.
“You’re mine, Sofie. Isn’t that right?”
I nod my head, making tiny noises of agreement as I suck my honey off his fingers. I want this man’s cock so bad right now, I’d agree to pretty much anything. Hell, I would sell myself to him all over again if he would just put his fingers back inside me.
Or his tongue.
Or, best of all, all 12 inches of his throbbing man meat.
“Then you should know that I take good care of my things,” Lucas says.
His hand has resumed to petting me. It feels fucking divine. I could get used to being one of Lucas’ things. Being taken care of sounds perfect right now, honestly, even if I’m not thinking straight from anticipation of the pleasure he can give me.
If only he would just take care of the one part of me that needs it most…
“And when my things refuse to take care of themselves,” Lucas says with a light little laugh. “Well, Sofie, there’s only one thing left to do.”
Make me come. Oh God. Pleeeeease let it be making me come.
Lucas takes his fingers away from my mouth and I’m so certain that he’s going to use them on my clit again. Or shove them into my pussy. I would even take it up the ass right now. I just need something. Anything. Anything at all, as long as it’s Lucas’ hands on my body and an orgasm at the end of it.
Instead, faster than I can react, Lucas flips me over and my whole world spins. When it stops, I’m face down across his lap with my ass in the air.
“Punish you,” Lucas growls.
Then his stiff fingers, still wet from my pussy and my mouth, come down on my ass.
Where just a second ago, my world was all wrapped up in pleasure, now it’s exploding with pain. I can’t think. I can’t tell him no. All I can do is feel it: sharp, hot pain.
It feels like he’s left a burning pink hand print where his palm fell. I imagine it standing out against my pale skin. Like I’ve been branded. It hurts so much, for a second I want to cry.
But then, something else happens. I haven’t been studying Biology for nothing. I know how the human body reacts to pain.
First, Lucas spanks me, and then the endorphins kick in.
It’s better than a long, hard run. Better than blasting through a high-intensity work out at the gym. It’s almost even as good as orgasm, the way my pussy burns hot pink to match the hand print. The way it throbs at the sensation of Lucas spanking me.
In less than a second, I go from being on the verge of tears to being on the verge of orgasm. I’ve never felt anything like it in my entire life.
Well…almost. Once. But it wasn’t like this…not quite. Not at all.
Lucas smooths his hand over the place where he spanked me. It’s like he washes the little sting of pain that remained there away as he does it.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asks, resuming his petting once more.
I can feel his cock throb against my stomach as I admit it.
“Yes,” I tell him. “It’s just…”
“Shh. Don’t think, Sofie. Just feel it.”
And then it happens again. Without warning. So quick, I can’t even brace myself for impact.
SMACK!
Now my other ass cheek has erupted in a handprint-shaped set of flames. And just like last time, the fire burning where his hand fell quickly shifts to my cunt. Desire burns right along with it. I need to feel his touch.
But Lucas only touches the places that he’s hurt me. He strokes the curves of my ass, shushing me and easing the pain away. He erases it after each smack, rubbing the pain so he’s like working with a blank canvas. He wants the next smack to be just as sharp and clear in my mind as the first.
He knows what he’s doing, I realize.
SMACK!
I shudder on impact.
He knows exactly how to make me squirm.
SMACK!
“Good girl, Sofie,” he purrs over me. “Take it. Take your punishment like the good little slut you are.”
SMACK!
He knows how to use my body like it’s a plaything. Like a pleasure toy made just for him.
SMACK!
I bite my lip, trying not to cry out and failing.
If he doesn’t touch me soon…I don’t know what I’ll do.
Maybe beg. Maybe cry. I’ve never been this desperate before.
SMACK!
Maybe fall apart completely.
With every blow, my cunt is getting hotter. Wetter. More desperately in need of release.
I feel his hand rise once more, and I know. I have a split second before he brings it down on me again, and I won’t be able to handle it.
“Stop!” I cry out, twisting and turning on his lap.
I feel his cock thrust against my stomach, throbbing harder than ever. But Lucas’ hand doesn’t fall again.
Mercy.
“Sofie,” he says. There’s concern in his voice. “Are you okay?”
I bite my lip even harder, sniffling. Oh, fuck. I think I’m actually on the verge of tears.
“Sofie.” Lucas shifts me back upright, sitting me on his thigh and smoothing my hair away from my face. “Did I hurt you? Talk to me, honey. What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing,” I blubber. “It’s just…”
Lucas pulls me against his chest, which is now easily the most comfortable thing in the world.
“Tell me. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
I try to fight it. Really, I do. Do you think I want to be that girl who cries during sex? Fuck no!
But there are some things that you just can’t fight.
Wanting Lucas’ dick.
Needing to come.
And, apparently, crying in his arms after he spanks me.
“It’s Greg,” I sob against his chest. “He…the last time I was spanked like this, he was the one doing it.”
I hear a low, dark growl in Lucas’ throat at the mere mention of my ex’s name.
“Did he hurt you?”
“No…well, only a little,” I admit. “It’s just…you’re so strong, Lucas. And the spanking was so intense…”
“You were close to coming,” he says, holding my face against the lapel of his jacket. The fabric is deliciously soft. I just feel bad about staining it with my tear-streaked cheek. “I wanted to make you…”
“I wanted it too,” I reassure him. “I just got…scared. The last time, with Greg…”
“He didn’t fucking take care of you right.”
“He took a business call halfway through,” I say sheepishly. It’s embarrassing to admit it, but I know that’s what’s set me off. “Left me in that weird place where I need to be touched and fucked and used…”
Lucas kisses my forehead hard. It’s somehow comforting and sexy all at once.
“From what I’ve seen of Greg, he’s a fucking idiot. No man in his right mind would step away from a gorgeous woman like you and leave you in that state. Not for a fucking business call. Not even for goddamn nuclear war.”
“He’s no man,” I say bitterly. I’ve said those words a dozen times since I finally broke it off with that asshole. Now, I really mean them.
“No, he’s not, baby doll,” Lucas reassures me. “But I am.”
He shifts me again, picking up my body like I’m light as a feather and settling on his lap, facing him. My thighs hug his hips while his hands run down my spine.
“And you’re still my good little slut, aren’t you?”
His fingertips tease at the hem of my t-shirt. I take a deep breath.
“I am.”
The shirt rises up over my head. Then, as promised, all I’m wearing is my stupid hat.
“And you know what good sluts get, don’t you?”
I nod, eagerly. My tear-filled eyes are smiling now. Just like that, Lucas had turned my entire mood around.
“Tell me.”
“They get rewards,” I say, repeating his own words from earlier back at them.
“That’s right.” Lucas leans back, stretching his arms across the limo’s back seat. “Take whatever you want, then.”
I’ve never scrambled to get at a man’s dick so fast in my whole fucking life.
The problem with Lucas right now is that he’s actually too fucking hard. Beneath that cocky look on his face as I claw at his slacks is the same longing I felt when he was spanking me. He’s simply doing a good job hiding it. Better than I did.
But he wants me just as bad as I want him. I can fucking tell.
I get his belt undone. I even manage to pop the button on his slacks. But Lucas’ cock is huge. I hope you haven’t forgotten that much, because I sure as hell haven’t. And when he’s hard like this…it puts a certain strain on his zipper as his cock bulges against it.
It’s the real reason that rich men with huge dicks wear designer suits: anything less than top-of-the-line quality, and when they get a hot young thing like me on their laps, they’d rip right through.
I have to jiggle the zipper. I pray to it. I fucking curse at it and yank on it, using Lucas’ shoulder as leverage as I put every ounce of my strength behind unzipping these goddamn pants.
In the end, I have to drop to my knees and use my teeth. Like a wild, starving animal. Exactly like that.
I tear that zipper down with my teeth, and I’m rewarded by Lucas’ cock being unleashed right next to my face.
It’s like Lucas’ dick has a mind of its own. It forces its way through the opening of his boxers, pushing the rich burgundy fabric aside to bounce against my lips.
It hits them hard. Demandingly. And I don’t waste any time giving it exactly what it wants.
I cover his cock in kisses, making every single one of them count. I kiss his cock head. Up and down and up and down the shaft. I bury my face in his balls, laying tiny kisses on them before I work my way back up to his tip again.
He’s so stiff, I think he must be lightheaded by this moment. All of the blood in his body is racing towards his cock, making it bigger and thicker and harder with every passing second.
“Suck it,” Lucas rasps.
I don’t waste any time as I comply.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lucas’ fingers twitch against the leather of the back seat. My mouth hovers over the tip of his cock for just a second, and I see him grab onto the edge of the seat in desperation.
Lucas is stoic. Manly. But even a man like him has his limits. He wants my mouth. He wants it bad.
So I give it to him.
My lips press against the tip in a final kiss. I smear the pearl of precum gathering there across my mouth like lip balm and use it as lube while I take him into my mouth.
His dick throbs against my tongue upon entry. I’ve never met a penis so fucking bossy before. It’s like his cock is urging me to take more of him—more and more and more—and there’s no pretending that I don’t want the same.
I suck Lucas off like I was made for it. With my lips around his massive, thick shaft, I’m not a woman anymore. I’m a blow-up doll with my mouth gaping open, taking his cock as deep into my throat as my gag reflex will allow.
I choke on him. That makes my pussy go wild. Suddenly, I’m faced with a massive decision. Do I keep trying to force him down my throat, or do I let my pussy have what it so desperately desires?
Lucas is leaning back, his eyes closed, his lips curling in a gorgeous snarl. He’s letting me take the reins for once—which, knowing him, must be driving him fucking insane.
It makes me feel powerful, having control over his perfect dick like this. Just as powerful and I was powerless only minutes before when he had me across his knee.
“Sofie,” Lucas says through his teeth.
“Mmph?” I say, gagging on his cock once more.
“Get your sexy little ass up here and ride me,” he commands. “Before you make me lose my fucking mind.”
And like, fuck. There’s no saying no to that. It’s Bad Sofie all the way from here on out.
Lucas wanted a slut, and now he’s getting one. Hearing him order me onto his cock like that…it does something to me that I’ve never experienced before.
I’ve been attracted to men. I’ve wanted dick and balls and cum. But this is more than just wanting. This is complete, mind-shattering, full-body need.
I hop up onto his dick like the world is ending and it’s the last ride off the planet. One second, I’m positioning myself over his stiff, throbbing tip. The next, I’m fucking impaling myself on it.
I know I’ve had him before so I’m able to prepare myself for how big he is. But Lucas still stretches me out. I’m tight, but gravity and necessity allow him to fit.
It helps that he’s made me so fucking wet. Every time I force myself down on him, my pussy lips kiss his boxers, leaving wet, sticky lip prints where they press up against him.
Every time I slide back up the length of his shaft, I coat him with an even wetter smear of my honey. Allowing him to sink even deeper inside me the next time. And the next. And the next.
“Come for me, Sofie,” Lucas growls.
His fingers dig into the meat of my ass, taking over. Now, instead of bouncing up and down on his dick, I’m being raised and lowered onto it. Like an actual fucking sex toy. Like something that he’s bought to use for his pleasure. The very thought turns me on even more.
“Come for me,” he commands again.
My breath hitches in my chest as the thought hits me. Maybe that was why Eli and Oliver and Lucas bid on me all along.
Lucas can hypnotize me with just his voice. Eli can make me beg and cry and moan. I still remember the taste of Oliver’s cock in my mouth while all three of them were inside me, making me feel more than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
Maybe they bought me because they knew that they could do this to me. Drive me crazy. Make me wild. Force me to need them.
Maybe they wanted to turn the good girl they saw orgasming on stage at that charity auction into the little slut they knew she really was deep inside.
“Sofie,” Lucas snarls. “Come for me, dammit! Come!”
He smacks my ass, and I feel the jolt of pain from earlier. But then my pussy clamps down on his cock harder than ever, and it sends me right over the edge.
This time, I take what I want. And my body is overcome with one strong desire: to come really fucking hard.