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Terry looked torn. His eyes kept wavering from me, to the cash so close to being within his grasp, to the wall of key cards with so few empty slots. I had him where I wanted him, and the only thing left to do was push the deal over the edge for him with a little monetary sweetener.
“Aw… geez… I don’t know, sir…”
This was a fine art in and of itself. Offer him too little and he’d flat out decline. Offer him too much and I’d raise suspicion, maybe even have to subdue him and get the fuck out of this city too. That was about the last thing I wanted right now.
I took in the state of the decor again, the level of fatigue Terry was showing, judged how long-suffering his clothes were. Everything.
“Tell you what. I’m wasting time here that I could be… well… time is precious right now. I know this is inconvenient for you, against company policy and all that. I’d be willing to give you another hundred bucks, just for you, if you can help me out.”
I put the extra money on the counter and saw Terry’s eyes light up with images of a case of beer, a haircut and other lofty goals.
“But if you can’t… I saw a Resplendent Inn up the road a ways…”
“No!”
Terry snatched the clipboard back as if I might steal it. “I hear you, sir. You were never here. When my wife left, I had to take out a loan to buy out ‘her half’ of this place and I’ve been screwed ever since. You have a good weekend, and… uh… get that girl her job. For me.”
I laughed. “Thanks, Terry, I thought you looked like the kind of guy I could count on. You got a room out back at that price? Away from the road? I don’t want my car seen. Call me paranoid, but…” I trailed off again.
“You bet. In fact… screw it. I’m upgrading you. Executive suite, no extra charge.”
“That’s great!”
I took my fingers off the cash and Terry took it, before pulling two key cards out of a slot on the wall next to him.
“Room one-one-eight. Drive up that way and it’s right at the end.”
“Fantastic! Um… one other thing. We’re gonna need some food to keep up our energy. The only place I know around here open this time of day and delivering is Mama Fettuccini’s Pizza but… man… you’re gonna think I’m crazy…”
“What is it?”
“Well… her boyfriend is the delivery guy. If I order it for our room, it’d be just my luck that it would be him that delivers it. Could I get you to order it for the office here and call me when it arrives? Call me-”
“You’re paranoid alright, but you’ve got good reason. No problem.”
“Terry! You’re a lifesaver, man. Can I get a Super Supreme and,” I rolled my eyes, “she probably wants a vegetarian. I’ll give you another forty. Should be enough to cover the food, a tip for the driver and a little extra for you, right?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
“Excellent. See you soon then.”
I added the forty to the counter and took the key cards, giving him a cheerful wave as I left the office. Eliana was waiting patiently, following my instructions to the letter as she had done from the moment I abducted her. She was not what I expected, to say the least.
“So, are you ever going to introduce yourself?” she asked as I started the car again.
I looked over at her, poised to tell her to mind her own fucking business, and found myself unable to resist the request.
“Eric.”
“Hi Eric. I’m Eliana Mondalo… but I guess you knew that.”
Eliana
Eric left me handcuffed to yet another bed, to finish my one-handed meal while he went to shower. I wasn’t sure if he was teasing me on purpose, or whether he left the door open that much so that he could listen out for me trying to escape, but if I stretched out as far as my restraints would let me, the angle of the bathroom mirror allowed me to see a tantalizing sliver of Eric undressing.
My heart pulsed its way up my throat as I saw him shrug off his jacket, then his shirt, I could hear the beat in every breath I took. The pizza on the bed behind me was forgotten as I saw the definition of muscles in his arm and a fraction of his torso.
I couldn’t see the detail in the designs of his tattoos from here, but every swirl of ink and curve of his muscles seemed to draw the eye down… down. I rose up on my knees, then stood on the bed, trying to see what I had so boldly grabbed earlier on the bike.
Eric moved out of view, into the shower.
“Dammit,” I hissed.
Butterflies performed a choreographed dance in my stomach and my heart fluttered at every twitch of the shower curtain. Frustratingly, the mirror quickly fogged up and when the curtain was swept aside I was treated to nothing more than a blur of skin-and-towel-toned color.
By the time he exited the bathroom, I was back in a more comfortable position on the bed. The recent disappointment was all but forgotten when I caught sight of him though.
Rubbing the last droplets of water off his head and neck, he was naked except for his tight-fitting boxer-briefs, with the rest of his clothes in the crook of his other arm. His bicep bulged with so much more power than was required to wield a mere towel, as a few errant drips raced down the obstacle course of his abs.
He caught them with the towel before they could soak into the elastic of his underwear. Holy shit, the bulge at the front of his underwear. I was transfixed. I managed to drag my eyes upwards in time to catch him frowning.
“Your turn,” he said. “If you want it.”
“Hell yes,” I said, before realizing he was talking about the shower.
“The window’s bolted shut, so don’t even bother trying it. If you think you can swing the lid of the cistern fast or hard enough to hurt me, you can’t.”
“OK, OK, escape is impossible, I get it.”
Thanks to him, I was already living proof that you didn’t need a shower to get wet, but a bit of warm water and soap wouldn’t go astray right about now, especially after walking barefoot through a motorcycle club headquarters.
He leaned over to uncuff me and I almost stuck my tongue out and licked his abs as if his tattoos might be of the flavored variety. The moment passed too quickly though, and he pulled me to my feet with a firm grasp around my un-grazed arm.
He’s so fucking strong, he could power that big cock-
“Take as long as you want.” He interrupted my internal monologue and “helped” me through the bathroom door, closing it behind me all the way.
My pajamas were officially ruined. They weren’t designed to deflect bullets, travel in trunks while being worn or take the brunt of gas-powered orgasms at eighty miles per hour.
I dropped them in a crumpled heap and stepped into the shower, groaning at how good it felt. With no small amount of help from the complementary soap, I emerged feeling like a new person. There was even a tiny tube of toothpaste and one basic toothbrush still in packaging in a glass next to the sink, along with the one Eric had obviously used.
The grime was gone and my bullet-graze was cleaned. I looked down at my pajamas with disdain, and then a smile touched my lips.
I wrapped the towel around myself, then undid it and wrapped it around me again, a little lower, tucking the corner in to keep it tight. It was no push-up bra, but the effect was the same.
Eric had cleared the remains of our meal away and a beam of early morning sunlight had fallen across the covers while I showered. Eric had set up a blanket and a pillow on the couch, where he was reclining with his hands behind his head while he waited for me, still wearing only his boxers.
He paused halfway through standing up as he took in the sight of me wearing nothing but a towel that was barely big enough to come down to my thighs.
“Where’s your clothes?”
“They’re dirty.”
He crossed the room slowly in my direction, his every muscle-bound movement was poetry in motion. My knees felt weak.
Even after the shower, I could feel the heat of him when he stood close. A drop of water escaped my hair and I felt it cutting a path down my chest, and over the upper swell of my breast.
Looking up into his eyes, I could see him following that path and I smiled at the hint that he was every bit as transfixed by my softer curves as I was by his firm ones. I could feel myself being pulled to him, as if the cells of my body might detach and start flowing across the short distance between us if one of us didn’t do something about this unacceptable lack of physical contact.
“Why don’t you kiss me?” I asked.
His lips parted, then he licked them before he spoke without conviction. “That’s… not my job. You should get dressed.”
“What is your job?”
“I’m going to deliver you to my employer,” he said.
“Alive?”
“If I can.”
“Well… did he say you weren’t allowed to have any… fun along the way?”
My heart was back in my throat, my breath shaking again. It felt like it was beating so hard that my breasts were wobbling with every beat. Could he see how excited he was making me? Would he give me what I needed while we had this gift of time together?
“You don’t know what you’re asking…”
“Show me. Don’t you want me?” I whispered. “You look like you do. I see it in your eyes… use me… do it… be my first.” I rose up on my tiptoes and whispered even more quietly in his ear. “Break me.”
Eric’s fists were bunched up at his sides and he was visibly shaking from the force of willpower that was tearing him apart between professionalism and animal lust. I could almost hear the “twang… twang” as the ropes of duty that bound him frayed and snapped, one by one.
After one more “twang,” quick as lightning, his hand shot up and grabbed me by the throat and he pushed me against the wall next to the bathroom door hard enough to knock some wind out of me. I swallowed and instinctively put my hand on his wrist as my breath rasped in and out.
“Oof!”
The impact loosened my towel, not quite enough to make it unravel and drop to the ground. Close, but not quite.
“Fuckin’ right, I’d break you. Dainty little fuckin’ princess that you are. You need to stop this before you get hurt. Before you get us killed.”
I coughed and adjusted my position so I could talk. “You didn’t stop me on the bike. Didn’t push my hand away. You won’t stop now, will you? You think you’ve got more than I can handle? Show me.”
Reaching down, I pulled his other hand up and put his finger on my bullet graze, pushing it in until the sting of it made me bare my teeth and wrinkle my nose up at him. A flush of pain and heat made me let out a shuddering gasp.
My quivering body was all it took to make the already-loosened towel drop to the floor. For the first time in my life, I was naked in front of a man. His hands were on me. His strong, uncompromising hands.
I could feel his eyes on me, caressing my skin the way the water droplet had earlier. Maybe there had been no water droplet and this was just what it felt to be looked at by a man like Eric. Either way, the sense of it was pure excitement.
His hand curled around from the front of my neck to the back and the other broke my grasp away from my bullet graze to bury itself in my hair, grab it, use it to lift me up to the tips of my toes again as he kissed me with the most urgent need ever seen in the history of the planet. It was more than a kiss, it was a battle. If I didn’t fight, I would lose my breath.
I struggled to balance for a few seconds, another battlefront I had to contend with while wrestling for the very air I breathed, as he pulled me away from the wall and swung me around in a dance I had no previous experience of. Feeling twice as big and infinitely more powerful than me, he forced me backwards. When I was near the bed, he shoved me and I fell on top of the covers in a breathless heap.
There was barely any time to regain my balance before he was on the bed with me, pushing my legs open and moving between them. My bare pussy touched against the growing bulge in his boxers and I gasped for a split-second before he was kissing me again and shifting us both up the bed.
I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his manhood thickening against my sex through his underwear as I caressed his muscles, savored the pull of my hair against my scalp and the sensation of being utterly powerless in the face of his lust. For now, for today, I was his.
He knew that doing this was a Bad Idea, but he was doing it anyway. That fact, and the very way his body moved against me was like a wordless stroke to my ego, the perfect unspoken compliment. I could be wanted… if only I had been able to find a man like him, a man who wasn’t afraid of my father.
Eric caught first one wrist and then the other, lifting my arms above my head and holding them there until I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs against my skin again. He attached one, looped the other around one wooden bar of the headboard and attached the other.
“These are staying on,” he said.
“Good,” I replied, defiantly, and strained up for his lips.
Once he had my wrists secured, his hands traveled back down the length of my arms to my breasts. He squeezed them and then pinched each nipple hard enough to elicit a squeal from me.
“Yes!” I panted, both in encouragement and a general exclamation of triumph.
Eric did a much better job of squeezing my breasts together than the towel had, though not for as long. I bucked my hips against him as he explored my body, grinding my sex against him until he backed away and I was forced to uncross my ankles to let him go.
Smack! Smack!
I gasped as he slapped each of my inner thighs hard enough to sting and leave a handprint, and spread my legs even further in reaction. Eric pushed my knees out and down until I couldn’t possibly have been more spread-eagled and exposed before him.
“Show me what’s mine,” he said, and dipped his head to lick my pussy.
The Southern Style bathroom had those toothbrushes, but clearly no razors, as his stubble tickled and tortured the tender flesh around my entrance. His tongue ran the length of my slit and his lips pulled at my labia as he overwhelmed me with sensation.
My juices were soon flowing like a river and Eric was relentless. His tongue, framed by the torturous stubble and his lips, worked overtime, flicking back and forth across my clit like it was attempting the land speed record.
I strained so much at my handcuffs that my wrists hurt, and then I strained even more. My pussy was being eaten by a world champion and I wanted to grind against his face, make every stroke of his tongue against my clit as hard as possible, and make up for a lifetime of never knowing what it was like to have a guy go down on me like this.
His fingers trailed up the back of my thighs to my ass, where his fingers dug in hard and lifted my eager pussy to his face better than I possibly could under the circumstances. I looked down, and I could see the faint red outline of his fingers on my inner thighs, with his muscular shoulders just behind them, both framing his face, concentrating fiercely on my sex.
To be perfectly honest, he was about a thousand times better than a motorbike, and that was saying something. I thrashed my head from side to side and then gagged myself on my own arm while the pleasure grew.
As his tongue continued to concentrate on my clit, I felt one hand move from my ass so a finger could circle my tight entrance. Even slick with my juices as it was, it felt somehow stronger, more dangerous than his tongue, lips, or even his stubble.
The tip of his finger slipped inside my pussy and I tried to keep myself still so I could focus on this moment, immortalize it in my memory. The first time a man was inside me.
It was so much smaller than what I had felt through his pants, yet even that felt like a tight fit, and he couldn’t go far before he felt my hymen. He paused his licking and raised his head. I peeked out from behind my arm to see a wicked smile on his face and my own sweet nectar glistening on his chin.
Eliana
Eric rose to his knees and hooked his thumbs into his boxers. His eyes burned into me as he slowly pulled the waistband up and out, over the bulge of his now-hard cock, and then pushed them down. I felt his eyes, but my own gaze was fixed a lot lower.
If the muscles of his abdomen seemed to form lines that pointed down at his crotch, his cock certainly returned the favor. Looking like the most attractive arrow I’d ever seen, it pointed up, thick and throbbing, to his inked abs.
Only now did I realize how much it had been held back by his pants on the bike as we escaped The Smoke Devils. What he’d just unleashed was more intimidating than anything I’d seen in my precious video clips.
I needed it.
“If you think I’m going to take it easy on you because it’s your first time, you’re wrong. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to beg for mercy, and then I’m going to fuck you even harder.”
He took his cock in his hand and slapped my pussy with it a few times, hitting with wet slaps thanks to my well-smeared juices and the droplet of pre-cum at the tip of his cock. When he pulled away, the pre-cum stretched out into a string that connected his huge shaft with my virgin pussy like a laser sight.
I knew it was big, I could see that, but the way he hit me with it… I could feel its weight too. He was going to thrust that entire thing inside me, until his balls slapped on my ass and I was screaming in pleasure and pain. My dreams were about to come true, the only question was, could I handle the reality?
“It’s huge…”
“And you’re going to take it all.”
Eric brought his cock back to my sex and brushed it up and down along my slit, pushing my labia to each side and stretching my entrance a little when he pushed forward just a little. I was hyper-ventilating, waiting for the moment when he would shove the entire thing in, destroy my hymen and claim my untouched depths for his own, but he didn’t.
After exploring my outer folds almost as thoroughly as his tongue had, including flicking it across my clit a couple times, his cock was positively soaked with my slippery juices. He pushed his boxers past his knees and they slipped off as he moved up to straddle me.
