Paying The Price

Paying The Price

Piper Mackenzie

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Paying The Price

Piper Mackenzie

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Copyright 2011 – Piper Mackenzie

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My hand shook as I lifted it to the call button. I was so close to running away, but then what would I do? Who would have expected that my first time would be like this?

I pressed the button for the penthouse suite and waited. Jacob's voice crackled through the speaker. “Yes?”

“It's Rachel.”

He didn't say anything more. I heard a faint click as the door unlocked. Pulling it open I stepped quickly over the threshold. A small bell dinged as the doors of an elevator swept open, I moved towards it, stepping inside.

I made use of the short journey upwards to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down a little. My reflection stared back at me from the mirrors that lined the walls of the small box; I looked as scared as I felt.

The elevator came smoothly to a stop, the doors sweeping opened without a sound. The entrance hall was empty, as was the living room. I stood in the middle of the floor and waited.

Soft footsteps alerted me to his arrival, as he padded down another corridor towards me. He was still dressed in the smart trousers and shirt he'd been wearing earlier, but he'd discarded the suit jacket somewhere.

“I thought you'd change your mind,” he said simply.

“Obviously I didn't.” I had come so close to not coming, but I'd regret it forever if I hadn't.

He walked towards the sofa, dropping down to sit directly in the centre and motioning for me to stand in front of him.

“You understand the deal, right?”

“One night and you'll give me the cash I need.”

“If you back out before I'm finished the deals off.”

I nodded, wondering what he might have in mind that could scare me off.

“Take off your coat.” It was an order, not a request.

I untied the belt that held it closed, slipping it from my shoulders. I began to fold it, but his words stopped me.

“Just drop it on the ground.”

I did as I was told. He simply sat there, taking in my appearance. I'd been careful to follow his instructions and wear something sexy; if I was stooping to this level I wasn't going to let something as small as what I was wearing ruin it.

The gold dress sparkled in the lamp light that suffused the dim room; it was so short that it barely covered the top of my stockings.

“Take off the dress.” His voice harsh, like the last time we'd talked.

“You're not even going to feed me first?” I asked sarcastically. It was probably stupid to mess around with him, but it made me feel less like a whore.

“This isn't a date. You're a whore. I'm going fuck you and then you get to go home with the cold hard cash.”

The words stung, but I held the tears back that prickled behind my eyes.

I stared defiantly at him as I reached behind myself, unzipping the golden fabric. I shimmied out of it so that I stood before him in a black lace bra and panties, my stockings and heels.

My face burned with embarrassment and it took every inch of my determination not to bite my lip and stare at the ground.

“Now the bra.”

I reached back once again to unclasp the hooks, letting the delicate garment slide down my arms, allowing my breasts freedom from their restraints. I could see the fabric of his trousers tenting as his cock rose against it.

“Turn around.”

I placed one foot over the other, twisting to face away from him.. Using the temporary reprieve from his piercing eyes to press mine shut and take a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm.

“Slide the thong down to your ankles.” I moved my hands to my hips, hooking my thumbs in the narrow sides of the barely-there panties and lowering them down my thighs. “Keep your legs straight.”

I straightened my legs, pointing my ass into the air as I dragged the small scrap of fabric down the rest of my legs and over my shoes.

“Stay right there and open your legs wider,” he said, as I began to return to standing. I pushed my feet outwards, holding my legs to maintain my balance. I felt so exposed; the humiliation and arousal fought back and forth within me, but I couldn't tell which was responsibly for the heat swirling through my body.

He stood up, stepping behind me and grabbing my waist. He ground his hardness into my backside through the fabric of my trousers. A small gasp managed to escape my mouth.

“I'm going to fuck you here,” he said, sliding a finger into my pussy. The strange feeling of a man's fingers inside of me caused my inner muscles to contract around him. “And I'm going to fuck you here,” he pulled his finger out, guiding it back to my ass to rub against my ring. “And your going to scream my name so loud the guy downstairs is going to get a hard-on.”

I gasped at the images that flew past my eyes, a strange sense of anticipation edged over me, pushing some of the nerves from my mind and causing my pussy to throb expectantly. Suddenly the warmth of him vanished, leaving a cool breeze to swirl between my legs; I shivered slightly.

“Come here,” he said. I straightened and turned to find him sitting on the couch again, pointing at the piece of carpet between his feet. I stepped between his legs to stand where he had indicated.

“Kneel.”

I did so as he unzipped his trousers allowing his cock to spring free in all its glory. It was huge, it was never going to fit where he planned on putting it.

“Suck it.” He leaned back and spreading his arms out. His face held a look of satisfaction as he watched my eyes widen with shock. I'd never given a guy a blow job before, but from listening to my friends I knew what was expected.

“It's been seven years,” he sneered, “surely you know the deal by now.”

I lowered my mouth over his stiff head, closing my lips around the tip and sliding them down its length. I moved up and down his cock, trying to take it further into my mouth each time.

One of his hands threaded through my hair, pushing and pulling on my head to move in the pattern that he wanted. The second hand soon joined it, stilling my movements as he held my head still between them. His hips began to move, fucking my mouth. I held onto his thighs as tightly as I could as he pounded into me.

His cock quivered slightly, his balls tightened and with a yell his cum spurted into my mouth. The muscles in his thighs tensed as he buried himself as far into my throat as he could. I gagged, choking on his fluid.

His body relaxed he pulled out slowly, allowing me much needed air. I didn't know what to do with the contents of my mouth, but there was nowhere to spit it. I swallowed, trying to clear it quickly.

When he had recovered slightly he pushed me backwards to lie between his legs on the carpet. He lifted my ankles and pinned them to the couch on either side of him.

“Touch yourself.” He stared straight down at me.

“Wouldn't you rather I touch you?” I asked, my face flushing brightly. The idea of playing with myself in front of him made me feel awkward, and the embarrassment flooded back immediately.

“If that was what I wanted, I would have said so,” he said coldly, seemingly unaffected by what had just happened. “I want to see you come under your own fingers, like you do when you think about me at home.”

“I don't think about yo...”

“Do you want the money or not?” He interrupted.

With a small sigh I lay back and tried to relax against the carpet. I slid one of my hands inwards towards my pussy. Slipping it between my folds I rubbed it softly over my clit, before dipping down even further to slide inside. I buried it as deep within me as I could before pulling it out, repeating the movement several times to coat my fingers in cream. I returned my slick finger to slide over my clit, lazily circling it.

“Open your lips so I can see exactly what you're doing,” he said.

I lifted my other hand, separating my fold to give him a full, unobstructed view of my most secret places. I had thought that I was exposed before, I had never expected this. He seemed to enjoy torturing me, I thought he'd just be sticking his cock in me a few times, but he was dragging it out.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax and block out Jacob's hard eyes. Knowing he was watching me so intently put me on edge.

“Don't close your eyes. I want you to see me watching you.”

“I can't relax when I know you're staring. It's never going to happen like this.”

“We've got all night,” he said, “open your eyes.”

I did so, to find his gaze squarely on mine. I kept going, and his eyes didn't waver from my face. I dipped my finger inside myself again to collect more of my own juices, returning it to circle my clit, increasing the speed and pressure.

After a while I felt my face heat, the warmth spreading up my throat. My mouth cracked open, my lungs accelerating as I gasped for more air. He held my eyes trapped under his stare. I sped up again, as the waves of pleasure began to crash over me, my muscles clenching. A moan escaped my lips as my eyes squeezed closed again, unable to keep them open.

As the final ebbing sensations of the orgasm subsided my eyes fluttered open to find him still watching my face with a satisfied expression.

I just lay there, leaving my hands on my pussy, waiting for my next instructions.

For a moment he didn't say anything, and then he moved. He stood up, holding his hand out. I lifted my own hand and placed it in his, he grasped it and pulled me to his feet. He raised my hand to his face, taking a deep breath through his nose. As I watched him smell the scent of me on my fingers my body reacted, turned on by the small action.

Keeping hold of my hand he led me towards the giant glass doors that led to the balcony. Leading me to the edge he positioned my hands on the wall that separated us from the air above one of the city's busiest streets.

“You're not afraid of heights, are you?” he asked, stepping behind me.

“No.” My voice shook, but its cause was nothing to do with vertigo, I knew exactly what was about to come.

He spread my legs and tilted my ass, placing me in the exact position he wanted. Wrapping one arm around my waist he slipped his second hand down to where mine had been stroking just minutes earlier.

His lips grazed my spine, causing it to arch as his finger pushed into me.

“You're so tight,” he said with a groan.

Pulling his hands away I felt the head of his cock against my entrance; I tensed, even though I kept telling myself to relax. He moved his hips forward quickly, causing me to cry out in pain as he breached the thin barrier.

He stilled immediately, not moving even a fraction.

“Why didn't you tell me?” he demanded. He slid his hands up to my shoulders, pulling them back towards him. We were still joined, but my back arching until my head rested against his chest.

“What does it matter?” I asked weakly, staring at the city lights. “Would you have believed me if I had?”

“If I had known I never would have made you do this... any of it.” He paused for a while, before speaking again. “Do you want to stop?”

I considered it; I'd never been so embarrassed and humiliated, but at the same time I'd never been as turned on as I was now, no matter how I'd touched myself. On top of that I still needed the money.

“I've gone this far I may as well finish the deal.”

“The deals off, the cash is yours. You can tell me to stop, if you want.” His hand slowly stroked across my stomach. “Or we can finish this off and I can make you scream for a completely different reason.”

His hand dropped lower, his fingers flicking across my clit. The unexpected touch sent shock-waves through my body, my muscles clenched around him and I bucked slightly. He laughed softly.

“So, what do you say?” he asked, continuing to caress me while his cock was buried deep inside of me.

“I'd like to stay,” I said softly, tilting my hips instinctively towards him.

He didn't say anything as he repositioned me against the side of the balcony. He began to move, slowly at first, speeding up as he continued. His hand remained at my clit, massaging it in a way that made my inner muscles tighten around his cock without my meaning to.

“How does that feel?” He asked, sliding his finger back to where we were joined. “Is that good?”