e

as my apartment. It has a separate living room, complete with a marble fireplace and ten-f

and pulls me close, kis

t's more performance anxiety. I don't know w

ers over my heart, and it thumps t

this sort of t

xpression soft. "That's one o

ike?" I'm not above f

I've seen so far." His voice is low and seductive. "I'm going to have a h

you shouldn'

leads me down the hall, his hand at t

ay he takes charge. He sweeps his tongue between my lips, claiming my mouth. Owning me. His hands kn

in my black and hot pink satin bra

th the holes worn at the seams. Every inch of my skin heats under h

aiting for mo

ays is, "G

response. Apparently,

umbles approvingly. He slips a finger under each strap of

d crushing a hand over one of my breasts as his mouth bends to the other. He flicks his tongue over the t

moves so fast and with such confidence, he overwhelms my senses, and I melt into his touch. He strokes one hand down my belly, slipping in

through every sinew of my body. He yanks my panties down then pushes me back onto the be

stare when he pulls off his shirt to reveal a broad, muscled chest dusted with dark curls. My eyes slide lower, where his cock juts

inding his way around my clit. He circles it with his tongue, flicks it, and somehow even manages to suck it between his lips. He rubs it with his thumb while he pushes into me with two other fingers. When he

orgasm with a partner, or you don't orgasm during intercourse?" When h

e too occupied with my pleasure cente

." He kneels on the bed and sheaths his leng

actly what he wants and asks for it. It makes it easy for me to just be

ck and long, filling me. Stretching me. When he grips the front of my thighs to yan

adjust, groaning his own sa

," I manag

. "Yeah, I knew you'd be a hot fuck." His dirty talk revs my engine, the deep rumble turnin

wanting and willing but rather desperate to be exactly that–his willing little fuck d

exactly what he's doing. How he wants it. How to make it goo

control. It's a hard fuck–aggressive, pounding–and yet my body opens like a flower to him,

already close to a second one, about to break, w

s a sexual servant–which is somehow freeing. All the repression I've had in the past, the performance anxiety about doi

. All I have to do

complaint. "I was

I k

tion. My limbs tremble as I turn around, climbing further up the bed to lie on my belly. He grabs my thighs and yanks me back toward him, my feet finding the floor in a spread eagle, my ass presented to him. A

ra mia. Wait f

it..

come until

it so much, but I do. It's like he knows some secret about sex or th

ff the impending orgasm that shimm

wear I don't think I ca

is balls swinging to tap my clit,

na. Come now,

he commands

me as he comes. My pussy squeezes around his coc

njoy the sensation of complet

me and murmuring, "Thank you, Lexi. That was hot." He str

oan, too rel

ation of a warm washcloth between my thighs brings me back to th

over, completely in tune with me. I wonder what he would've done if he'd found me dry and tense, as sometimes happens when I get nervous about sex. Would he have taken the tim

all along. A sugar dadd

w," he murmurs and pulls

onto the bed, climbing over me. As if to prove my theory,

hly. "I'm definitel

*

Bo

all the dominant possessive things in my head to a woman. Especially

ncess and a sex slave. Tie her up, spank her, spoil her with nice things. I want those eag

d cash rather urgently. But I don't want to coax her into something that mak

p and charge it to the room." I get dressed and drop a wad of bills on the dresser. There's probably three or four hundred dollars there. I don't count it bec

row," I tell her. "If you decide you want

I don't get her number

her again, but I

s damn hard not to crawl back in bed and kiss that space

. If I stay, she might tuck her tail and run in the m

nts to be owned

spect she'll re

e Lexi seems absolu