Authors: Selena Kitt,Jamie Klaire,Ambrielle Kirk,Marie Carnay,Kinsey Grey,Alexis Adaire,Alyse Zaftig,Anita Snowflake,Cynthia Dane,Eve Kaye,Holly Stone,Janessa Davenport,Lily Marie,Linnea May,Ruby Harper,Sasha Storm,Tamsin Flowers,Tori White

Money Shot (99 page)

She pulled on the lacy panties and the silky stockings up her freshly clean legs and adjusted the garters, so they were stretched tightly over her small perky butt. Then she clasped the sheer bra, her breasts filling it out to the brim as if she had chosen it herself, and slipped the baby doll chemise over her head and down beyond her breasts. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She was a dream. Now she felt she belonged in this place, the fine fabrics hugging her skin, fitting to her modest curves.

As she stepped out into the bedroom, Connor turned, holding two glasses in his hands. He had removed his jacket and shirt, but his tie still hung around his neck. The mellow light from the fireplace reflected off his sleek, ripped stomach and cast mysterious shades on his face. His lips slowly stretched into a pleased smile.

“You look divine,” he whispered. “I knew just the right thing to get you. Come over here.” He held out a glass and she took it without breaking the eye contact. She liked how she saw herself through his eyes—strong, hot, desirable. His eyes were magnetic, dark and unreadable, with a slightly dangerous spark in them that she couldn’t quite place yet. He approached her and wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her towards him abruptly, so her champagne almost spilled. He slipped his firm thigh in between her legs and pressed it against her slightly quivering pussy. She moaned as a wave of pleasure spread throughout her body and bent her head back, closing her eyes. She felt the solid bulge in his pants dig against her lower stomach, sending shivers down her moist lace panties.

He gently removed the glass from her hand and with a swift move grabbed her and pressed her against one of the bedposts. She drew in a quick breath. She hadn’t expected to be lifted off the ground and the blood rushed into her head. She placed her hands on his taut, flexed chest, but he quickly removed them, grabbing her wrists together and pinning them up on the bedpost. He slowly ran his free hand down the side of her body and buried his head in her neck, running his tongue along its entire length. She twisted under his weight, but he pressed her even more tightly against the wood with his massive body and scratched her ear with his stubble. His caressing hand had reached her mid-thigh and without warning her, he sharply scratched up her delicate skin, leaving behind bright red trails. She felt electrified and completely helpless, her clit frantically pulsing in her panties, yearning for his fingers. She bucked forward, trying to rub her burning pussy against his muscular leg, but he pulled away.

“Wait,” Connor said in a commanding tone and let go of her wrists, which now had flaming red marks where his grip had been. She didn’t dare to drop them down and held them up against the bedpost. He removed his tie and pushed her down on her knees in front of him, so her face was now directly at the level of his protruding stiff cock still hidden beneath his pants, but pushing out violently, ready to be released. He tied her wrists, which were still hanging crossed in the air above her head, in a tight knot and pulled on it to make sure she couldn’t free herself, then tied them once again around the bedpost.

Ivy traced his every move with a growing desire tinged with a trace of fear. What was he doing? And what would happen to her at the mercy of this stranger? She hadn’t told anyone where she was, not even Libby. What if he was a monster? She looked straight ahead at the bulging cock behind the zipper and felt the ripples of lust washing over her body. She relented. Whatever this man was going to do to her, she would submit. The choice was out of her hands now and she had long forgotten the reason she was here. She could hardly wait for him to take it out. She wanted it with almost physical desperation.

When Connor made sure she was firmly pinned to the bed, he took her chin in his hand and forced it up, so she was looking at him now. His mysterious half-smile appeared again. The only sound in the bedroom was Ivy’s strained breathing and the crackling of the wood in the fireplace. Connor slowly unzipped his pants and without unbuttoning them, released his fully erected, rigid cock, which almost slapped Ivy across the face, free from confinement. It was so thick and intimidatingly huge that she couldn’t stop herself from gasping in surprise. It was so close to her, she could see the veins across the iron-hard shaft pulsing with blood.

Connor grabbed the base of his cock and still holding on to her chin with his other hand, he rubbed its entire length over the soft, baby skin of her face. He ran it over her cheeks and chin and finally pressed it against her lips, the hard, throbbing tip forcefully making its way into her mouth. She closed her eyes and succumbed, parting her lips to receive him, the hot length of his rod gradually making its way into her throat, deeper and deeper, with her lips gliding along the ribbed skin, until she gagged involuntarily, her eyes filling with tears of exertion. He suddenly took it out and slapped the side of her face with his cock now covered in her spit, so it left a slimy mark on her cheek and a bright red spot. The insides of her thighs were burning. She desperately wanted to be touched, her pussy now soaked and aching in her panties.

Without giving her a chance to take a breath, he rammed the hard cock back inside her mouth and started sliding it in and out, faster and faster, small trickles of spit escaping around its massive girth. Ivy was moaning heavily and his own breath quickened as he grabbed her by the hair and pushed in really deep until the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat, choking her. He grabbed the knot that secured her wrists and slid it up along the bedpost, lifting her whole body, which felt weightless and prickled with unsatisfied urge. Still holding his giant cock, which seemed darker and even more engorged, he rubbed it forcibly on her nipples. Overwhelmed with the sensation, which quickly travelled directly to her twitching clit, Ivy felt like she would explode and gave out a frenzied whimper. Her knees weakened, bent at an uncomfortable angle, but she didn’t dare drop to her knees or stand up, the muscles in her thighs tensed with the effort.

Connor shot one hand up to her throat and pinned her head back to the bedpost, making it hard for her to breathe. He stared directly into her eyes up close, lifting her up fully to her feet, and ripping the delicate panties off her quivering body in one move, he guided his pulsing cock to her clit. He slipped the shaft between the moistened lips of her young pussy and she screamed. The next thing she knew he had slapped her hard across the face with his palm, leaving a burning red patch spreading shamefully on her cheek. At the same time he started gliding his fat cock between her lips, her juices spreading along its length. Her entire body started writhing with painful pleasure and she instinctively pulled on the tight knot, but it was impossible to free herself. She was completely at his mercy, her body raw and exposed, waiting for his next move, the orgasm slowly building up inside her, like a tide threatening to spill over. He slipped two fingers down between his cock and her wet clit and pressed hard. Then he started rubbing her quickly up and down, his fingers easily sliding along her pussy, until with a final loud moan she collapsed forward into his hands, powerless, breathless, satisfied.

Connor finally undid her hands from the bed, but they remained tied up, his tie burning against her wrists. Letting go of his cock which still poked at her pussy uncontrolled, he lifted her up in his strong muscular arms and threw her on the bed, face down. He approached her from behind and lifted up her small tight butt, her breasts remaining pressed against the satin bedcovers. He stood still for a moment admiring the view of her sleek pussy, vulnerable and unprotected up in the air in front of him, its muscles contracting in painful expectation. Digging his fingers deep in the flesh of her hips, he abruptly pulled her ass towards his stiff cock and slammed it in mercilessly in the tight, narrow slit. Ivy’s body contorted with the explosion of sweet pain, which blasted within her. She grabbed onto the slippery satin with her hands still tied up above her head as he started pounding his insatiable cock deep inside her, flexing his ripped stomach and tightening his ass to fill her up even deeper. With every thrust, he picked up his speed and the fiery friction made Ivy bury her silent screams in the soft bedcovers. His face grew red with concentration, his fingers dug deeper into her skin and he pumped her wildly, faster and faster, until with an animal groan that seemed to reverberate around the entire house, he finally released his hot load of cum inside her.

Ivy appeared at the bathroom door, changed back into her cheap outfit, the spit and cum washed off her body and face and found Connor sprawled on the bed, cradling a whiskey glass, his tamed cock still stretched out of his fly onto his stomach. She unconsciously rubbed the deep, raw creases on her wrists where his tie had been. She felt strangely embarrassed now. This man had seen her naked and at her weakest, the begging powerless girl on her knees in front of him. She felt she was blushing and was afraid to meet his gaze.

What now? Maybe her plan hadn’t been so genius after all. Yes, she had spent the most scorching moments of her life within this luxurious room, but she was nowhere near becoming Connor’s girlfriend or getting him to pay her way out of her hopeless situation. She didn’t know what to do next and simply stood there, mortified.

“Come here,” Connor patted the bed next to him. “It’s not the end of the world. Let’s have a drink.” His face was glowing. Had it been as good for him as it was for her? No, no, it wasn’t good. It was life-changing. It was
transforming
. Connor had already poured her a whiskey and somehow, mysteriously, there were ice cubes clinking in her glass, reflecting the amber liquid. Perhaps the butler had sneaked in once more while she was taking a shower.

She took a few tentative steps forward and leaned against the bedpost she had been tied to just a few moments ago.

“I think I better go,” she said quietly. “I… I have to work early tomorrow.” She had heard the line a thousand times in the movies.

“Don’t be stupid, Ivy,” Connor’s voice was stern, his face unsmiling. “Come over.”

Ivy
? He called her
Ivy
? But… It was impossible. Who was this man? And how did he know who she was? Her heart sank as she slowly approached the bed.

The End

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