Chapter 9

Roleplaying and acting out outlandish scenarios aren't exactly out of the norm in my line of work, but this definitely takes the cake.

This Daddy caught me shit—or whatever just happened—is weird.

Heels in hand, walking barefoot in the grass along the long cobblestone drive, I'm startled by a large, black SUV barreling toward the open gate. Not far behind, I can hear the hum of a loud sports car rapidly approaching. It whizzes past me, and the brake lights immediately light up as the tires squeal to a stop.

When I reach the car, the passenger window is down, and I immediately take note of Samuel's bloody face.

"Get in the car." His tone is gruff.

This might be too much—even for me—so I hesitate to do as he commands.

"I'm not fucking done with you," he growls as he climbs from the car and stalks toward me.

"Actually, I think you are." I continue walking. Taking a step to walk around him, he firmly grips my hair and pulls me back to him with such force that I hiss in pain, "Fuck."

"I'm still fucking hard." His large hand wraps around my throat, and he squeezes firmly as he grinds himself against my ass.

Trying to push away from him, I grunt, "And I don't see how that's my problem anymore. I think we're done here."

I can play his game.

He has made it beyond obvious that he likes to be in control.

The control.

The forcefulness.

The need for power.

A heads-up on his kinks would've been helpful.

I would've played less willing from the beginning.

Samuel pivots slightly and shoves me forward. My hands crash into the side of his car as I attempt to catch my balance. His body is immediately against mine, pressing me firmly against the hot, sunbaked metal. Warm breath blows against my neck as his hands fumble between us.

He pulls the modest slit at the back of my dress until he tears the seam clear up to my waist. The warm, summer air blows across my now bare ass as he continues to fiddle between us, undoubtedly undoing his pants. "You don't get to suck my cock and walk away like a fucking tease."

"We aren't doing this." I push back from the car—continuing to indulge his fantasy—but he shoves me forward and holds me forcibly in place as he kicks my feet wide.

Shoving himself into me, he groans against my neck, "You're going to take my cock in this soaked cunt of yours, and you're going to fucking love it."

He's so fucking thick. I wince and whimper in pain as he aggressively stretches me. Even through the pain, I can feel him blissfully sliding along my walls. So good I nearly forget about protection, and I blurt out, "Samuel. Condom."

"No fucking chance." He continues to thrust vigorously into me. "I know what you feel like now."

"Samuel," I try to protest, but I grunt his name instead as he bottoms out inside of me.

I would fight him harder, but I fuck enough men to take precautions against getting pregnant. And the boss requires regular testing of her clientele, so the chances of him not being clean are beyond very slim.

"I fuck you bare," he grunts between thrusts, quickly forcing me to the brink. "You feel... too fucking good. And I want… to feel.. every bit.. of you clenching …around my cock …when you come."

He drives into me painfully hard from behind, and I claw at the hood of the car as he draws an orgasm from me. It rattles my entire body, and the muscles in my legs tremble so hard that him holding me up is all that keeps me standing. As I'm riding out my wave of bliss, he grips my thigh and hoists it to the side, opening me wider, allowing him to thrust even deeper into me.

"This tight little cunt of yours is fucking perfection around my cock." His lips trail along my neck as he changes his pace, the short, rapid thrusts becoming long, deep ones. His words are muffled against my neck as he continues to slide himself in and out of me, but I faintly catch the words, ‘mine' and ‘now.'

"You fucking love my cock, don't you?" He maintains his deep, languid strokes as he whispers against my ear. Each one brings me closer to coming again, brings both of us closer to coming.

"Yes," I moan as tingling pleasure shoots through me as another wave of euphoria hits me.

It's not a lie. His cock is long, thick, and he knows how to use it to fucking perfection.

I can't fathom why he's buying entertainment.

Women would eagerly fall at his feet to be fucked like this.

His hand wraps around my throat, and he pulls my back to his chest as he continues the slow, deep strokes of his cock. Tilting my face up toward his, he kisses my lips, and tries to press his tongue between them. Regardless of how good he feels, I hesitate because I don't kiss my clients.

"Don't fight me, love." His lips vibrate against mine.

"Sa—" I begin to say his name when he tenderly pushes his tongue over mine. The strokes of his tongue match the pace of his cock as he claims my mouth. It's so deep and passionate that I can't help but melt into it and kiss him back.

For a mere moment, he doesn't feel like a client.

This is not how this job is supposed to go.

Our tongues dancing together, I feel him grow more rigid inside of me. His thrusts quicken as he works toward release. I whimper into his mouth as another orgasm leaves me like putty in his arms causing me to clench around him.

A rattled groan rises from his chest as his hips sputter, and he empties himself inside of me. Staying buried deep in my pussy, he pulls back from our kiss, leaving his lips resting against mine. His words a breathless mumble when he finally says, "You aren't like the others, are you? You're going to let me take care of you."