Mum usually used to tell me that I could fix everything with a kiss, or with a kind word but I had seen too much of the world to know that it was not true.
Now...now I'm not so sure, his kisses on my neck make me arch my back in pleasure, he bites without caring about leaving hickeys and I don't think I care either.
I barely took a look at the hotel room when we got in because his hands were everywhere, his fingers pinch my pebbled nipples and I moan at the pain and pleasure that came with it, it goes straight to my pussy...wow that's new, I never thought I'd like pain, I never thought I'd be into any of this
I'm not usually the type that does this..that wants this, I'm the girl that doesn't lose control, the girl that stays overtime voluntarily, the girl that's at home on a Friday and drinks merlot while yelling at a soap opera on TV, definitely not this dirty minx who is letting this unknown man have his way with her.
"Jump" he rasps against my ear, biting my earlobe harshly and that's what I do, wrapping my legs around his waist, I gasp feeling his arousal against my core and he smirks "You feel so good, I'm having trouble holding back"
"Don't hold back, I want you to be rough with me" I groan out...wait did that just leave my mouth? He grabs my hair and tugs my neck back, kissing down to my chest and ripping my gown down the middle and I yelp "That was Nina Sovuche"
"you look better with it off anyway," he says gruffly, pushing me towards the bed, I land with an oomph as he takes off his shirt, his necklace dangling on his neck and the moonlight bouncing off his body giving him the ethereal glow
He pushes my head down to the mattress and I hear him unzipping his pants behind me
"I'm going to ruin you for everyone else and you're going to thank me... aren't you, gattina" he pants in a raspy voice and at that point I would have agreed to anything he said because that voice would be my damnation. My pussy throbs from neglect and I desperately grind against the mattress. "Answer me pretty girl...I could do anything to you right now yes?"
I nod eagerly unable to form words, his fingers find my clothed pussy rubbing in circles and I groan into the pillows
"Non of that, I want to hear you" he purrs into my ear while lifting my head up by my hair, it hurt but for some reason it was more pleasure than hurt.
He pushes my panties to the side sliding in his finger up until the knuckle and I whine pathetically
"More~" my breathing is laboured as I gasp for air and move my ass back against him, he taps me once and I turn to glare at him but he turns my head back to looming at the headboard
"You'll take what I give you" he rumbles adding another finger and my moaning intensifies, grabbing a hold of the sheets for support I move back against him again and this time it's not a tap on my ass but a slap, the sound echoes in the entire room and the pain just makes my pussy weep more around his fingers. "Do you like that? Do you like pain jane?" He purrs and I'm unable to speak, not only because I'm overstimulated but because in my wildest dreams I never thought I would be pleasured by pain.
"Please don't stop~" is all I can respond to his taunting words because holy fuck, his fingers are big, unfortunately my pleasure is shortlived he shoves the fingers that had just been in me into my mouth to cut off my complaints
"Such a good girl, taking my fingers like that" he rasps then pulls out his fingers using it to tear what sounded like a condom, open and roll it on himself.
He nudges against my opening, slamming in without any warning and oh God he's big but he doesn't let me get adjusted to the size of him, he just keeps pounding into me while I lay there holding onto the headboard for dear life while I take what he gives me.
He groans and my pussy clenches around him the more loving that he's falling apart as much as I am, at a point he grabs my hair for leverage, pounding into me at what I can only classify as an inhuman speed, I'm so close that I can see stars and my body is arched and hurting in every good way possible.
His unoccupied hand finds my neck squeezing my throat in a way that says "You're mine" and even if it's just thoughtless sex, for a second I believe him.
"Clenching around me already beautiful~" he rasps continuing to ravage me like I'm nothing but a doll for his pleasure and I love it..I'm tired of the gentleness the walking on eggshells what I've needed is just good fucking...cause this is too primal and raw to be sex...this is what getting fucked feels like.
He hits my spot over and over and it feels like I'm locked in a position of my eyes rolling behind my head, I can't see anything but the stars over my head
"So close" I gasp and he growls so I figure yeah, he's there too...he continues to rearrange my insides at a reckless place and I'm so sure I'll need a visit to my gynaecologist after this. With a nerve wracking jaw clenching moan, I cum seeing nothing...even the stars I saw then are gone.
He's right behind me, and after a few elongated thrusts he finally spills into the condom biting into my shoulder.
I'm so exhausted and bone melted that I don't feel anything afterwards, I drift into a dreamless slumber, my brain probably too fucked out to think of things to haunt me.
The sun shining does nothing to quell my hangover and I get up blindly to shut the curtains, only then do I have a little peace, my brain is throbbing as I search blindly for my clothes, the man that rocked my world last night was still asleep, the sun hitting his hair in this angle that made it look like it was glowing. I turn to stare at him a little bit and my fingers itch to run them through his dark brown hair but I fist it at my sides...
My clothes are everywhere, so everywhere that I have to jump to get my shredded panties on the ceiling fan. Dressing up as quickly as possible, I carefully remove everything personal, like money clip and ID from his jacket and put it on, buttoning it up to cover the front of my dress that he unfortunately ripped then I leave the room quietly not to wake up the man.
So long stranger may I never see you again.
I pick up my phone from my bag looking at it for messages and calls but I don't see any...hmmm that's weird, then I see the little aeroplane sign on the status bar and I wince...that's why.
The time reads 7:21 am as I tap the aeroplane mode icon, and suddenly it's like my phone is having a stroke because all the messages and calls I missed pour in.
The more I stare at them, the more weirded out I am...there are messages from numbers that I haven't even seen before, and then there's messages from people that I haven't spoken to in a long time...Mom💀 stares at me and I gulp opening the message thread.
I haven't spoken to them since I chose a side, last I remembered I was the disowned child...something must be really wrong. I sigh shoving my phone back in my handbag, whatever it is, it can wait so I'm not run over while I'm squinting at my messages in the morning sun.
As I drive to the airport I tap restlessly on my steering wheel, what's going on i wonder to myself, something must definitely be wrong.
I successfully make it to the hanger where the private jet I'm meant to take is supposedly waiting for me, we fly at 9:00 and it looks like I'm here early so I sit and take a look at my phone to see if I can make sense of the msny messages I got while i was shacking up with Dr orgasm, staring at the message that Andre sent me, my boarding details.
"Miss Desiree" I perk up, looking at the man who called my name
"That would be me, is there a problem?" I get up walking towards him with a firm, but calm demeanor despite the fact that I'm still walking funny from being railed senseless...bless his soul.
"Yes, your flight details have been changed" I frown looking down at the message thread from Andre, he hadn't sent anything more so what were these guys saying.
"That must be a mistake, I have my boarding information right here" I raise my phone to show him bit it's shot out of my hand, I gasp, rushing to pick it up and turn to the person...okay, there are two ways to play this, over think then take my gun and shoot my way out of here, get shot then get taken or...run and.
No time to complete my thoughts because my fight or flight response had already kicked in and I was running away from the hanger as fast as I could on heels and sex-jellied legs with the assailants hot on my tail, I bet they weren't expecting me to run, I showed them.
As soon as I reach a crowded area I take off my wig and blend in as much as I can with red heels and a red dress.
Thankfully I don't go to far and I'm able to see a call booth, I ring up Andre, grateful that the agency made us learn eachother's numbers for safety measures. While I wait for the call to go through, I hold up my damaged phone and shove it in my bag hoping to God that Vivian our tech person can at least salvage the information. One thing that plagued my mind though is what did these people want and why on earth would mum contact me after 7 years.