Chapter 7

I'mglad Josh and I are getting a cab to Belgravia together, because waving him off in a separate direction would be too hard after such a great meal. The night isn't over yet. I'm buzzing as he reaches across the back seat and takes my hand in his.

I need this. The thrill of the touch, the promises looming, the electricity between us. I need the relief of someone lighting up my world all over again, and to break the shitty chains of the past. Someone to make me feel alive again.

Someone likeJosh. The Adonis sitting beside me.

"Do you know Belgravia very well?" he asks.

"No, not really, I'd never been there before the apartment viewing. It was just one on a list. Turns out it was the best one. You'd hope so, given the monthly rent. But still. I didn't know that, not until I saw it. Who'd have thought I'd end up living there."

He asks the obvious question.

"Did you know we live there? Me and Tiff?"

I must look at him like I'm a criminal caught in the act. "Um… Yeah, I knew you lived in Belgravia. Eb told me. Not which block, though. I'm not a stalker or anything, I promise."

He smirks. "That's a shame. I'd love to find you waiting outside my door every time I arrive home. If I'm lucky, maybe you'll be able to wave at me from your window. Are you facing out over the courtyard?"

"Yeah, I am. And yeah, I probably can. Eb pointed out your block. We're close. Real close."

"Nice. Very handy."

"That's what Eb said. Easy dashes across the courtyard. Convenient."

His expression turns serious as he twists in his seat to face me.

"Time to put it out there. All joking off the table here, I'm not out for a sweet, casual fuck buddy to dash across the courtyard with. I'm not just going to be a guy with a decent dick, who knows how to use it." He squeezes my hand. "I know Tiff has been whispering away with Ebony in the background, and it's great that they're all team Josh and Ella. But I don't want their air punches and high fives just yet. I want at least a touch of realism, not just crazy fantasies."

I nod. Smiling. "Yeah. Me, too."

His eyes are so beautiful, with so much soul.

"Look, I know the deal with morning after syndrome with clients, and just how intense infatuation can be," he says. "I also know how it feels to be the centre of someone's universe, only for the day-to-day of regular life to erode that away a piece at a time. Or even worse, when someone ‘better' comes along."

I get a shiver at the thought. I can almost feel his fear.

I'm about to reply and tell him I feel exactly the same way, but he points out of the window behind me. I spin to see the skyline, and we're already in Belgravia. It's alight like a palace of dreams.

"It's this one. This is my block," I tell him when the first of the Belgravia towers comes into view. I point up at it.

"Up there. Seventh floor."

He laughs. "You really will be able to wave at me, then. Lucky me."

The cab drops us at the courtyard driveway, and Josh helps me out of my seat, ever the gentleman. I can't believe how badly my hand is shaking as he takes it. He gives my fingers a squeeze in acknowledgement.

"Urgh, sorry," I say. "I'm just… um. I'm a little bit…"

"Nervous?" he asks. "Ditto. Like I said earlier, I know how easy it is to get swept up by fantasies, and throw everything you've got into something that will leave you high and dry. I think we've both been there."

"You could say that, yeah."

"I don't want to go through that again. I want real, or not at all."

I adore his honesty, especially so early on. I squeeze his hand, grateful he's not a charmer out for nothing more than getting in my pussy this evening.

But oh, the thought.

The nerves at being here come right back again. I stare up at the east wing tower as Josh takes out his key fob, and I recognise the beep of the system as he opens the main entrance.

"Similar to your wing?" he asks as we step into the lobby, and I nod. It's exactly the same. Same marble walls and high ceiling. The same kind of elevators, in the same location. We step into one of them together, and yep, same handrails, same mirrors.

He leads me along to his apartment on floor eight, and my senses are on overdrive. This place is so familiar, but so surreal after my viewing with Kingsgate, and I still feel like a fraud.

Am I worth somewhere like this? Really? Am I really worth a property in Belgravia?

"Here we go…" Josh says.

I take a breath as he puts the key in the door, and I have to pause, stopping dead in my tracks, because even the sound of his door opening is identical to the apartment viewing I had with Richard Jacobs. My eyes well up at the thought of having my own key like Josh's, to the same kind of apartment. Blame it on alcohol, and humility. Disbelief, mashed up with the kind of honesty in Josh's words earlier. It all means so much.

"You ok?" he asks, paused with the door open. "If you want to go back to yours instead, that's ok. If it's too much, too soon, just say."

I shake my head. "No, no. It's not that. It's just." I sigh. "I really never believed I'd be living somewhere like this. When I moved to London, I had big dreams with my dickhead of an ex. But I ended up living in a shitty house share where the kitchen is so gross, you'd catch salmonella just from stepping foot in there. I was working crazy hours in a store, and crying myself to sleep at night, freshly dumped and single. I felt so fucked up and broken, stocking shelves for minimum wage and in a shit load of debt, believing that was all I'd ever amount to. But now, it's so crazy different. I just… it's hard to digest. I know I joked about it on messenger, but it's not so funny in real life. Not being there, in the real grime, living a life that's broken apart."

He encourages my words with a gentle nod, and I let my honesty mirror his.

"Seeing my parents for Christmas was a big enough dream on its own, but now, to be here in Belgravia, knowing I'll be living in a place like this…" I look at him with a smile. "And not only that, being here with you tonight. The hottest hardcorer on the planet, as well as a guy who isn't all about being one. Who wants something more, and knows what it's like to get your heart torn out and stamped into pieces."

He lets the door close shut, and steps up close. Then he tilts my face up to his.

"You compliment me way too easily. There are hotter hardcorers than me, Ella."

I giggle. "Yeah, sorry. I mean Tiff is an amazing hardcorer too, she's stunning."

"It's not just Tiff I'm talking about," he says. "It's you."

I don't get the chance to reply before he lands his lips on mine again, and fuck it, I go all in with the kiss. Both his keys and my bouquet go tumbling to the floor as he takes hold of my ass and hitches me up to press me up tight against his front door. It's hot and heavy – a kiss so desperate it has us both moaning. I try to pull his tie loose, but he uses his hips to grind, hard, working his thigh between my legs until I forget all about his tie and reach for his ass instead. We're craving more, moaning and desperate, both of us so into the groove we're on fire, caught in the crazy mist of lust.

Until we hear a door open on the opposite side of the hallway…

Shit.

We freeze as a guy steps out of his apartment. He's on his phone, minding his own business until he sets eyes on us. Oh fuck, the embarrassment. That's one of Josh's neighbours, and this is his first impression of me…

I expect him to start in shock at the two of us practically rutting against Josh's apartment door, but he doesn't even slow down.

"Hey," Josh says to him, with a tip of his head.

"Hey," he says back, walking on by, clearly not keen on striking up conversation.

I wait until he's in the elevator until I groan.

"Shit," I say. "Whoops for that one. Sorry."

Josh smirks and raises his eyebrows.

"Sorry for what? Getting it on in the corridor? I wouldn't worry about that. Christopher is well aware of the rumours. Everyone around here is."

"Rumours about what you do for a living?"

"Yeah, we've got a bit of a name around here, me and Tiff. I give my hellos to the residents I cross paths with, and they all give me their overzealous grins back, or bury their heads like him, pretending they don't know I'm a male slut for a living. Tiff gets more backchat and whispers than I do, but the whole place knows about us. They know what we do. She got drunk with a girl from apartment three one night, years ago, and it spread like wildfire. The girl's long gone, but the rumours aren't. It's such common knowledge by now that the estate agents should mention it in the contracts when they sell these crazy priced apartments." He grins. "So, congratulations. You'll now be associated with the hardcore hookers. Apologies for that."

"You'll be a cool duo to be associated with."

"You say that now, but you might not be so sure when you start getting the backchat and the late-night date offers. A tenner on offer at three in the morning when someone can't be bothered with a handjob."

"They can piss off with a tenner," I laugh. "Anyone in this block can afford at least twenty."

"You certainly won't be short of offers. You'll be on Belgravia's most wanted list in no time, like Tiff is. There are at least four men in this apartment block alone who want to take her on a date. One of them wants her so bad he's practically a stalker from three floors down."

He picks up his keys and my flowers from the floor and hands them over to me, then opens the door without a pause this time around. Suddenly being here doesn't seem quite so intimidating. I don't feel quite so fake. Not such an imposter after all.

I gasp as the apartment lights come on, because it's not like I expected in the slightest. I dunno, but with a block like this, I just assumed Josh would have gone for minimalism. Modern and bare and chic, like something from an ultimate decor magazine. But this is nothing like that. It's still modern and upper class, with its floor to ceiling windows, but it's so much more of a homethan that.

He has a white leather suite in the living room area, scattered with purple cushions. Some brocade, contrasted with some that look like modern art rejects. One that's fluffy, one satin. One with a big pair of red lips in the kissing position. The huge rug is a thick plush purple mixed with flashes of neon green, and he has a massive TV. But there is so much more in here than that. Big bookshelves rammed full. Shelves of trinkets right the way along one wall, with everything from a huge amethyst geode to a collection of ceramic sugar skulls. He has an antique looking globe by his sofa, and a load of plants by the windows. There are huge canvases around the place – some in graffiti style, but some with waves and marbling all over them, pouring art, I think it's called. And gym stuff. Lots of gym stuff, all in the one corner. Weights, and a pull up bar, and a bench. A yoga mat laid out next to a treadmill, and a collection of other bits and pieces around them. Some more plants. Some more skulls. And more books, all stacked up on a side table.

I'm still scouting the place as he steps up behind me, and I'm sparking with need from the very moment he sets his hands on my waist and brushes his lips across my shoulder.

The scent, the sight, the electricity of his touch… it's a concoction worthy of a love potion. I just hope it's not toxic. I pray to God, it's not toxic.

My mouth is right on his as he spins me towards him. He kisses me deep before he pushes me backwards, and I land on his sofa. I'm already arching myself against the cushions when he joins me, ready and inviting. It may be gone two in the morning, but sleep is the very last thing on my mind as he drops to the floor between my legs, his stare devilish as he looks up at me.

Devilish and so hot I can hardly breathe.

He takes my knees and spreads them wide, and I pull my dress up to give him full access to the sopping lace of my panties.

He kisses my thigh, high on the inside, lingering so his tongue piercing tickles. Then he does the same to the other. I'm so needy that I could grab his head and beg for it, but the vibe coming off him is too powerful. The dynamic here is clear. His hands are so firm as he holds my legs in position, so confident.

"I wasn't lying earlier. I don't play easy. I play hardcore for a reason."

"That's what I want." I pull my dress down. No bra. My tits show proud and free, nipples hard and horny for him. "I wasn't lying, either. I'm a dirty bitch and I want to be a hardcorer. Give me all you've got."

"Oh, Ella," he says, "you don't know what you're asking for."

"Then you'd better teach me a lesson, hadn't you?"

He climbs up, and I gasp at the very sight of him getting closer. I moan as he teases my nipple, adoring the glint of his tongue piercing as he licks me. It feels so fucking good as he sucks me in that I have to take his hair in my hands, urging him on. I need more. I need his teeth. I need him to test me. I need to show him what a dirty little bitch I can be for a beautiful hardcorer like him.

I'm already heady over his tongue piercing, let alone the others waiting down below. The way the metal ball so expertly teases my nipple drives me wild, and I try not to think of all the times he's done this before. All the practice he's had to make him such an expert.

I reach for his belt but he pushes my hands away, shooting me a filthy glance with his stunning green eyes.

"Don't even think about jumping the gun. Wait your turn." His voice sounds different. So commanding that it makes me moan.

"I knew it," he says. "You're a kinky little submissive for real, aren't you?"

"Very astute of you."

"Call it intuition. I'm blessed with plenty of it." He pinches my nipple between his teeth so hard I wince, but then he flicks his tongue over the spot. Pain, then pleasure. The combination of my dreams.

I moan in protest when he pulls away from me and gets to his feet.

"Down on the floor," he says. "On your back, dress hitched up. Show me that pretty pussy of yours. I'm done with jerking off over your slutty profile videos time after time."

Shit. The image his words conjure up makes my clit throb. I want to see that. I want to see him jerking his pierced cock.

"Same," I tell him. "I've checked out your profile more times than I can count."

It's true. Every one of his pictures and videos are emblazoned into my psyche…

I drop to my knees, gazing up at him like he's a god. I can't help but hover when my face levels up with his crotch. Holy fuck, the swell of him. The promise of the treasures hidden behind the fabric.

I gasp as he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me forward, grinding himself against my face.

"Been fingering that pretty pussy over this, have you?" he says, then pushes me away. "On your back. Now."

I do as I'm told, laying myself down on the purple and neon green of his rug. I pull my dress up around my waist and slip my lacy thong off, and then I spread my legs for him. It comes so naturally to play with myself. My eyes are on his as I tease my clit.

"I told you to show me," he says, and drops to his knees. "Show me your cunt, don't play with it. And no half-assed measures, I want to see what you've got for me. Open yourself up as wide as you can."

Damn, I love his filth. This is what I wanted. I can't deny it. I don't want soft and gentle. I want rough. Fierce. Out of control.

Maybe Ella and Holly aren't so different after all…

I hook two fingers inside from each hand, and stretch my pussy open in front of him, making a speculum out of them. If he wants a submissive bitch, I'll gladly be his sweet little fuck doll. That's what I want to be. I want to be his sweet little fuck doll.

"Wider," he says, "I know you can take the stretch. I've read your reviews, Ella."

I hitch my legs back, take a breath, and then I give it everything, hooking my fingers deep and stretching myself so much it fucking hurts.

"That's better," he says. "Just like that. Don't move, you understand? No matter what, don't you fucking move. You want to play hardcore, I'll give you hardcore."

My heart is pounding and my pussy is aching as he lowers himself and laps his pierced tongue over my raw clit. It makes me start, takes my breath, and it takes every scrap of my restraint to keep my fingers still. It would be so easy to take hold of his head and beg for more.

I cry out as he uses his tongue like a horny weapon against my clit, so much fiercer as he swirls around, his piercing catching every time. He's just too fucking good. My breaths are ragged, and my fingers are strained, trying to keep their position in my slick wet pussy.

I groan when he stops, no contact, just his hot breaths on my pulsing clit.

I brace myself for a fresh assault, but no. The gentlest of touches – metal against my exposed clit – and a shudder runs through me. He teases, lapping, twisting, sucking, and I can't take much more. My fingers are trembling, slippery. I can't stand it.

"What did I say?" he asks when I shuffle.

"You said don't move, and I'm trying. I'm trying, but you're not making it easy."

"Then maybe it's time for me to take over," he says, "keep nice and still."

My arms are aching, my pussy aching more, but I keep still, keep it stretched wide.

He holds up two fingers of each hand and my eyes close as he pushes them into my gaping hole.

"You can let go now," he tells me and I do, gasping as my pussy closes on his fingers instead of mine.

"Beautiful," he says as he stretches me again. "Now clench for me. As hard as you can. Crush my fingers. I need to know what your pussy can take."

"I'll take anything you give me."

He smirks, his expression dirty as fuck.

"Again, you've no idea what you're asking for."

I squeeze as hard as I can to close my pussy around his fingers, but it makes no difference. His fingers don't budge. He's too strong, and I've got no chance.

"Come on, Ella, do it. Fight against the stretch," he says, and I grit my teeth, giving it more. Still he keeps me spread, looking so damn cocksure as he does it, in full control. "Have you any idea how fucking hot it is to see your cunt straining? Come on, give it some more for me. Harder."

Oh, what a battle. I clench like crazy, trying to grip his fingers in a vice, but he won't let me. I feel the wetness pouring out between my legs, and my pussy squelches as I fight him.

"That's it," he says. "Keep going. Tighter."

"I can't," I tell him.

"Yes, you can, and I know it. Believe me, baby. You can't fool me. Harder. Fight like you fucking mean it."

At his words, my resilience notches up a gear. I raise myself onto my elbows, and brace my feet on the rug, and then I give it everything. I try to close my pussy, every muscle straining against his stretch, and when I'm grunting with the pressure, lost to everything but the clench, he moves like a snake, and switches to one hand – thrusting all four fingers in deep, right to the knuckles.

It's so intense, I cry out.

"Don't stop fighting," he says. "Show me how tight your cunt is. Crush my fucking fingers, and grip them tight. Don't let me fuck you with them."

"Fucking hell, Josh!"

I've never been in such a battle like this before – his fingers trying to force their way into my pussy as I struggle against them. Even CNC play doesn't come close. Josh goes deeper as I spit curses, and I'm clenching so hard, it hurts. I'm still fighting the stretch but I'm losing, my muscles clamping like we're in an inverted fucked up game of tug of war. He's forcing his way inside me like a beast as I grit my teeth. FUCK. Then his fingers… they move. Another snake move, so fucking slick. He hooks them. Right against the spot.

Oh. My. Holy. Fucking. God.

He grinds his fingertips against my G-spot and it sends me off the fucking scale. My moans are feral and only get louder as he brushes his thumb over my clit at the same time.

Five-stars mean nothing when it comes to Josh. This guy is the real deal. I get explosions behind my eyes as I come for him, bucking at the beautiful savagery. Because that's what he is… a beautiful, filthy savage.

He doesn't stop until it's long done and over, his fingers still grinding in a frenzy. By the time he pulls out I'm floating high in the aftermath. Grinning in the heaven of pure adrenaline.

"No wonder you get such great reviews," I say as the room spins.

"Same goes. Your pussy grips like a ferocious fucking flower, you know that?"

"Pelvic floor means nothing when it's up against you. No one could fight against that."

"You did a good job, at it. Ten stars from me."

"Ten? Wow. Thanks."

He lies down beside me and tips my face to his with his sopping wet fingers. His mouth tastes of my pussy when it lands on mine. My nerves are still fizzing when he snakes his hand back down between my legs. It makes me start and I grab hold of his wrist.

"Really? So soon?"

"I never go easy, remember," he says, and kisses me again.

His fingers hook back inside my pussy, and I groan because it's so tender. I'm not sure I can handle it after the fight.

"Hell, that's so fucking intense…" I say, and he looks me right in the eyes.

"Tell me you want to ease it down a gear, and that's fine. I'll fuck you like you're a shy little virgin, or at any level in between. I don't care. I want to make you come for hours."

"I don't want to be a shy little virgin tonight. You wouldn't believe how dirty my fantasies have been."

"Oh, I would, baby. Mine have been the same."

The thought gives me beautiful shivers.

"I've been coming so many times over your filthy reviews." I meet his eyes with a smile. "Especially the filthiest."

"Then let me show you. I promise you, I know what I'm doing." He smirks. "Do you trust me?"

Time stands still, eye to eye. The lust is beyond words as I nod.

"Yes, I trust you."

"Then spread your legs. Give me your cunt before the nerves ease off."

I spread my trembling thighs for him, still wired, and he brushes his mouth against my ear.

"You think I haven't read every single review you've been given, Ella? I know your whole naughty list by heart, and I know that's just the beginning. I know there is so much more to come." He pauses, and my slutty senses take over. I grind against his hand, sensitivity be damned. "If anyone's going to make you a hardcorer, it's going to be me. So give me your cunt and trust me."

I think he's going to fist me, so I prepare myself for another stretch, taking a deep breath to get ready, but Josh doesn't force his way inside me this time. He lands three hard slaps right on my pussy, then rubs his fingers through my slit before giving me three more. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good. I grin at the ceiling.

"Is this what you like?" I ask him. "Are you a dirty dom who wants a pain slut?"

"I like everything," he replies. "Everything. No bars. No limits. No hesitation. I want it all."

My eyes lock back onto his and I relax into his pussy slaps, ready and willing when he curls his fingers back inside me all over again. Whatever comes next. Fisting. Slapping. Fighting his invasion… I don't care. I'll love every second. He slaps my pussy and thighs until they're pinked up, prickling with the burn, and then the expert hardcorer makes me come again, his fingers so fast, so furious, I'm groaning like a bitch – a fresh wave of crazy that has me sweating.

"You going to give me your cock now?" I ask him, still panting.

"No. You'll get it when I'm ready to give it to you."

I pout. "Meanie."

"It'll be worth the wait."

"So, what comes now, if it's not your cock?"

"What does my hot little submissive desire?"

"Everything," I say without hesitation.

He raises an eyebrow. "How about you make a proposal?"

"A proposal?" I laugh. "Ok. Give me a minute to think."

"I'll give you as many minutes as you want, but you'd better roll over. I want a taste of your ass while you're thinking."

Fuck, yes. I roll over, gladly.

He spits on his fingers, and I moan as he pushes two straight in.

"Take your time," he says. "I'll keep my mind and dick occupied while you ponder."

I get up onto all fours to take his fingers deeper, coming to know that I'm one hell of an anal loving bitch. And that's when it occurs to me…

I love ass play, but I've always been the recipient, not the giver. I love watching assholes stretched open as they're fucked hard and raw. And Josh's must be able to take more than most…

"I've got a proposal," I say, moaning as his fingers twist inside me.

"Go on."

"Tit for tat," I tell him. "How's that sound?"

"Tit for tat?" He pumps his fingers in my ass. "I'm coming to like this game. Give me your offer."

I smile at him over my shoulder. "Whatever I take in my ass, you'll let me put in yours. We'll keep a tally. I owe you, and you owe me."

He laughs. "I can take an awful lot in my ass."

"Show me, then. Come on. Tit for tat. I'll go first. Use my ass like you mean it. I'll chalk some up on the owe me board."

He looks like he's mulling it over with a smirk.

"Alright, proposal accepted. Be prepared for a long session, though, because I'm going to be putting your ass under some real pressure."

I ready myself, because I'll take his whole damn fist if I need to. Fuck the burn and the aftermath. I want full access to him, every bit. Which leads me to my next criteria of tit for tat…

"You owe me one already," I say. "I've shown you mine, so show me yours. Promise me I'll get to see your pierced monster before the night is out. I want to make you come."

He gives me a hard slap across the ass cheeks.

"Don't worry, fucking your dirty little ass with it is right at the top of my agenda." I hear him loosen his belt. "I'm going to make it nice and wet with your sopping, sore cunt first, though."

I shuffle so my knees are further apart, eyeing him up like a horny slut over my shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'll fight you all over again. Every fucking barbell. Pussy and ass, I'll fight you every step of the way. And I'll take it. I'll take it all. Everything you've got to give me."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Tit for tat is one hell of a game."

He's right. It is. I'm already addicted.

"Can I at least see your cock first?" I ask. "Let me see it before you fuck me with it."

I strain for a better look over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of the shining silver barbells as he works himself. Jesus Christ, he's even bigger than I expected. His profile videos are impressive enough, but in the flesh… right here and now.

"Beg for it," he says.

I take a breath, letting my subspace back to the fore.

"Please, Josh. Show me your cock. I'll do anything you want. Anything. I swear. Just show me. Please, please show me. I want it right up in my face. I've been getting off at the thought so bad, it's insane."

"You'll do anything, will you?"

"Anything! No holds barred. I'll be your slut. I'll be your plaything. I'll be your dirty little fuck toy. I'll do whatever you want."

He shuffles around to face me, with his monster of a cock standing proud. "I'm going to say it again. I'm not a hardcorer for the money. I'm a hardcorer because I'm a dirty bastard who loves filth. Pure, absolute fucking filth. Looking at a load of ticked boxes is a very different experience to playing them out for real." His hand can barely wrap around his shaft he's so fucking thick. "Make sure you mean what you say, because I'll take you at your word."

I force my eyes from his cock to stare up at him. I love the way he's warning me, but I don't need it. I don't want it. I want him.

"I mean every word," I say. "I want to know every single bit of your naughty list. I want to play filthy. I want to check off every one of those boxes myself, and I want every single one of them to be with you. Call it practice, if you like, but just fucking do it. DO IT."

"We're entering dangerous territory, and you know it," he says. "This isn't playing slow and steady. This isn't the start of slow build romance that blossoms over time. This is jumping right in the fucking deep end, right from the off. Do you want that? Really? Once we start, we won't be able to stop."

My eyes don't leave his.

"I'm already in the deep end. I've been there since the Christmas party. Since I first laid eyes on you."

The beautiful hardcorer smirks at me.

"Same. You had me at first sight."

He's serious. For real, he's serious. I can see it in his eyes.

I fight the urge to play with myself, because I'm so horny. I want to be a hardcorer, like him and Tiff. I want to top the list of no restraint. I want to be with him, swept up in his filth.

"So, fuck it then," I say. "Who cares if we're right in at the deep end? I don't give a shit about slow and steady. All I want is you. The filthy, dirty you and everything else that goes along with it."

His smirk is devilish.

"If that's the case, you'd better open your pretty, slutty mouth and show me."

I don't hesitate in opening my pretty, slutty mouth as wide as I can, lolling my tongue out in invitation. He teases me by slapping the head of his dick against it, and I'm drooling in seconds.

"Get ready to choke like a whore," he says.

In another snakelike move, he fists my hair and fills my mouth, my cheeks bulging as I try to take him. The first barbell feels so hard against my lips, clanking against my teeth on the way past. I'm already gagging by the time the second one passes, and number three has me retching, full on. He takes advantage of my retch by thrusting in deeper and he's right in my throat. I'm at his mercy, and boy, does he take advantage of it.

He fucks my face so hard I'm a spluttering wreck, and I can't fight the pulses between my legs as I choke for him. My legs sprawl like a frog as I rub myself on the rug. Desperate slut doesn't come close. I'm out of my filthy mind.

"Be warned, I can do this all night," he tells me as he plugs my throat to the max. "I could fuck your throat right through until dawn and wouldn't even break a sweat."

I gulp in a breath when he pulls out, gracing me with some air.

"Is that a challenge?"

"You can take it as one. Be my guest. I take my job seriously. I come at least five times a day to keep my levels up, and I can use it. I can control myself like a fucking master and unload whenever I want to."

I summon every ounce of my confidence, picturing the proposals where I've used my dirty mouth to drive men insane. I remember the glow I got as I read my reviews, giving me such praise.

I angle my tongue higher when he plunges back in, so it catches the slit at the head of his cock. I suck and retch, suck and retch, giving a pop with my lips whenever he pulls out of me. I keep my eyes on his, and I work myself against the rug like a filthy slut as he watches me.

And then I make sure my teeth catch his barbells, just a little whenever he thrusts. A delicious drag that makes him suck in a breath. Yeah… I'm getting to him. Master of control, hey? We'll see about that. My skill levels are increasing too…

He pauses with gritted teeth, gripping the base of his cock between thrusts, and I laugh cheekily.

"Did you underestimate me, Joshua? I think you did, didn't you?"

"No," he groans. "I overestimated myself. How can I resist a sight like that?" He gestures to my frogged legs. "Let alone the perfection of your fucking mouth."

I grind harder against the floor, my pussy screaming, and he groans again. What a beautiful sound.

"How about we call it a draw for now, hey?" I say. "I need you in my cunt. Please."

He raises an eyebrow, still gripping the base of his dick.

"Truce accepted. I'm not wasting one of your orgasms as you dry hump, they're all for me."

He's an absolute brute as he flips me onto my back and wrenches me around to face him. I gasp as he takes my thighs and raises them high.

My God, the sight of his huge hard-on in his hand, and those barbells slick with my spit, has my pussy tingling all over again.

"Feel it," he says and eases his cock head into me.

My breath hitches, so does my heart, as he keeps on going, nice and slow, and the first barbell catches as it slips inside.

The smirk on his face is immense as he watches his cock slowly disappearing inside me and I gasp as each barbell catches until he's buried deep.

"Fuck," he says when I clench around him.

"Fuck me," I reply, and he does, slowly pulling back, my pussy singing with each catching barbell.

"God yes," I say and he picks up the pace.

It's a burn, a stretch, it's the weirdest feeling ever as those barbells work me into a frenzy, but it's crazy fucking good.

"Ready to take it hardcore?" he asks, pulling almost all the way out.

"I've never been more ready in my life," I tell him and he plunges inside me in one – all six barbells embedded deep in my pussy before he pistons his hips like a demon and the groans and moans come shuddering out of me. I'm sore, but I don't give a shit, just urge him on with whimpers and curses, daring to push back at him with every thrust.

He's going to make me come like this so easily… I'm almost there. Almost there. Almost fucking there.

Until he pulls out. Bastard.

"Tit for tat, remember?" he says, and I groan, fisting my hands. "This was only a warmup for your ass. Nothing more than a taster."

"Josh!" I whine, but he shakes his head.

"Don't even try it. Now, up on all fours and brace yourself."

I do as I'm told. My face is against the rug as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks. It can hurt as much as it hurts, I don't care.

Or that's what I think until he pushes the head of his dick inside me…

"Owww! FUCK!"

"Take it," he says. "I know full well what you're capable of."

He doesn't let me squirm and wriggle, just takes hold of my hips as he pushes his way in, one glorious barbell at a time. The stretch is almost unbearable.

Almost.

"Fucking sweet," he says as the last barbell pops inside me and he pushes deep, flesh against flesh.

"Try to push me out," he says.

I try. I bear down and try but it's impossible.

"Fucking hell that's nice and tight," he says. "Now relax."

I gladly try that, too, but it's hurting, the stretch. He nudges his cock back and forth a little and I feel it, the barbells inside me, tugging at me.

Christ!

"That's it," he says, "get used to the ride."

Jesus, it hurts when he starts thrusting. It burns like my ass is on fire, stinging like a bitch all the way inside me. Then something catches. Something tugs, and twists, and Josh's cock starts to feel wet. Wet and clammy…

"You really are tearing me, aren't you?" I say when he picks up the pace.

"Does it make a difference if I am? Do you want me to stop?"

I shake my head, all sensibility long gone.

"No, don't stop. Just tell me. Are you tearing me? Am I bleeding?"

"Yes, I am tearing you. My dick is a red-stained mess. My piercings catch sometimes, but that's how it goes." He presses his weight on my back. "But you know what? I don't give a fuck. Blood, shit, piss, cum, sugar… it doesn't make any difference. You can cake me with whatever you like, I'll still keep pounding the fuck out of you."

"And I'll keep taking it…" I moan. "Pound the fuck out of me, I don't give a shit. Just fucking fuck me!"

He's so rough and so damn brutal with his thrusts, but slowly – slowly – my ass gets used to him. The burn eases off as I relax into the stretch, and the sensation of his barbells has my nerves jangling – each one a sharp little burst of pleasure amidst the slams. I start moaning to a different tune, because he's got me. His beautiful dick has broken me to his will.

I dare to clench around his cock, just a little. Oww, yes!

I dare to push back at him, working to his rhythm as his balls slap my pussy, and I clench harder, getting braver. My ass clings on to every one of his piercings, fighting both the invasion and the pull back – just like I did with my pussy.

"Shit," he says, and I hear the tremor of a climax brewing. "Your ass is going to be a true wreck if you do that. Go steady."

His words make me glow with pride. I don't want to go steady. Not ever.

"You're going to come in my dirty, wrecked asshole, aren't you? Go on, Josh. Do it. Come in my filthy ass. I want to feel your cum dripping out of my gaping fucking hole. Because that's what you're going to leave behind, isn't it? You're going to leave me gaping. You're going to leave me used up like the filthy little cum slut I am."

His thrusts turn frantic, driving harder, and I smile to myself. I'm going to milk the hardcorer dry, and there's nothing he can do to stop me.

He's as out of his head as I am, both of us verging on dirty insanity.

Josh shoots his load with a string of curses, and it spurs me over the edge myself, rubbing my clit with my fingers as my ass becomes a squelching mess. We're a combination of pumping action as we grunt and groan, and then, when we're finally done coming, he collapses on top of me, his dick still inside me. His breaths are as fast as mine.

"Get ready for it, Ella. Brace yourself," he says.

My God, how I cry out when he pulls out – it hurts that bad – but it doesn't matter. I'm grinning with the achievement, revelling in the thought of what lies ahead. Because this is only just the beginning for us – in at the dirty deep end.

There's a whole load more tit for tat left to come.