Present - 5

"Paul…" His name escaped her lips like it usually did. She always said it with a sexy moan, full of ecstasy and unbridled passion.

"Twist my nipples." It was the first time she had given him a command.

He kept one hand on her ass and gave her what she wanted. He gave her the final push she needed to get off. He twisted her nipple harder than he normally did, and she exploded around his dick.

Her hips immediately bucked into his, wanting more of his length. She wanted to be full of him, stretched to her breaking point.

"God, yes." She breathed against his mouth, her muffled screams becoming incoherent words.

His cock felt the flood of moisture that oozed between her legs. She got so wet for him, before he entered her and during. Heat flushed through his body as he pounded into her. Her defenseless body hung from the ceiling, her left nipple was red and inflamed, and her body was covered in scars given by him.

The image pushed him over the edge.

He came deep inside her, moaning louder than he meant to. His head was in the clouds, and his cock released as much cum as possible. He wanted to fill her to the brim. He wanted there to be so much of his seed that it came spilling out when he pulled out.

He had never allowed himself that kind of satisfaction with a woman. She knew exactly what he was and used it to her advantage and now she was closer to gaining her freedom.

His upper lip was sweaty from the exertion, and when he kissed her, he tasted her own salt on her tongue. He always kissed her whenever he was finished, silently telling her how much he enjoyed being inside her.

He slowly pulled out, his cock softening now that he was satisfied. His cum dripped out of her and splashed onto the floor just as he fantasized about.

"Fuck." He kept her legs around his waist and felt his cock harden all over again. He wanted to add more to the pile. He wanted her to have more than she could handle.

She saw the darkness settle in his eyes again. She could read his thoughts better than anyone at this point.

"Let me ride your cock." Hearing this the thing sprung to full attention.

"This time I need something in return." At that moment, he was ready to agree with anything she demanded. He unbound her wrists and carried her to the bed in the corner. He lay against the headboard and positioned her on his lap.

"Fuck me hard, Bitch."

She rested on the toes of her feet and gripped his shoulders for balance and bounced up and down on his dick like a pro, taking in every inch of his enormous length. Her tits shook in his face, as she made the sexiest face as she moved.

She was amazing at everything. She pulled one hand away and placed it behind her back. Her fingers reached his balls, and she rubbed them gently as she rode his cock. She massaged them, touching the sensitive tissue with precision.

"Fuck." He clenched his jaw as it felt so good. She had the skills of a call girl and the innocence of a bound slave. His cock couldn't handle that lustful goodness. She was the best sex he ever had. His cock was in heaven and never wanted to leave. This was the pussy he wanted to fuck for all eternity.

'Would I ever really let her go?' He remembered his promise but everything was different now. She gave him the kind of satisfaction no one else had ever given.

'What would I do without her?' These thoughts started filling his brain and slowly they pulled him back into darkness. He focused his eyes on her tits and watched them bounce. Within a moment, he was back in the game.

His cock twitched inside her and prepared to release the next round.

"I love this pussy", The words slipped out of his mouth as he was in full control of his cock. It made him say and do things he would normally avoid.

"This pussy loves your cock." And he came.

Everything was back to normal. That terrible night was just a distant memory. She left it in the past where it belonged. She worked for some money ruthlessly. They would just be sitting together at dinner when she crawled under the table and gave him a job.

When he would studying, she would just come in unannounced and ride him. She wanted sex around the clock, asking for some money.

Soon he started to grow nervous. In just a few weeks, she would have collected nearly a third of her debt payment. If she kept up this rate, she would be gone in a few months, she thought. While he was enjoying all the rough sex immensely, he didn't want it to end so soon.

He didn't want her to go. He was a man of his word and he had to honor his promise. The promise was that when she collected enough money, he would have to let her walk out his front door.

There was no other choice. But his hand shook at the thought. His brain went into a panic. He thrived on solitude before she walked into his life, but now, it now actually scared him.

'I would never find another woman like her. I would never find one so fearless and strong.' He started thinking.

She had not just handle pain. She was molded by it. Her dark history had prepared her for him. Now he was not sure if he would let her go.

She was sitting across from him at the dinner table, her hair in open curls. She wore a fine sleeveless black dress that. Either she looked good in everything she wore, or Sam understood her body at a very innate level. That thought made her a little jealous.

She was different tonight. She was quieter than usual, not making eye contact with me. She sipped her wine and ate quietly. The questions she usually asked about her day were absent. That silence discomforted her.

"How was your day?" He spoke first.

She finished eating. Her small mouth moved slightly when she chewed. She had impeccable table manners, something that he appreciated. And when she chewed, she didn't make a sound.

"There's something I want to talk to you about." His spine coiled when she led the conversation. She was dominant at the right times, increasing his possessiveness and instinct to control her. She was an opponent that baffled him every single day.

"I'm listening."

"I have earned some." He already knew that. He had been keeping track in his head. Every buck he had given her was full of regret. There were times when he didn't want to give her one at all. He wanted to lie and say her performance was terrible.

"I'm aware."

"When you want something from me, you give me bucks. And when I want something from you, I give you bucks."

Now he didn't know where this was going. She was repeating herself.

"Can you get to the point?"

"I want something from you. And I'm willing to pay for it."

His body heated with intrigue. Sometimes she asked to sleep with him, and that always cost her bucks. He didn't want to share his bed with her but he desperately wanted those bucks back. It was a small price to pay to fuck her throughout the night. Did she want something different now?

His thoughts immediately made his mind go disarray until he came to a conclusion. It got him more worried. 'What if she wanted me to do what I do to her? What if she wanted to tie me up and whip me until I bled all over the floor? Nonsense, I would never let a woman do that to me.'

That line of thought was totally foreign to him. Still, the idea of a woman, especially her doing that to him, made him go hot. 'She is strong and ruthless. She would really whip me with all the hatred she has for me. She would be in charge.

"What do you want?" He kept his tone steady, hiding the excitement in his voice but his cock was hard hiding inside his trouser as he was resisting his urge to let it out.

"I want more." Without noticing his excitement, she said what she wanted.

More pain? More whipping? "More what?"

"I want you to take me to a show and dinner."

His mind immediately went blank when he heard what she said, he wasn't even sure if he heard her correctly. Maybe his fantasies got the best of him and interfered with what she said. He stayed quiet and tried to process what she said.

"I'll pay." She continued.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"No." She crossed her arms over her chest, holding her confidence.

All of his fantasies shattered with that and irritation replaced it. "Who do you think I am? Your chauffeur to take you wherever you want? Know your place, you're my slave, not my girlfriend..."

"I'll pay whatever you want."