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  “Are you sure because I didn’t finish what that option two entailed.”

  With my body aching from need, I didn’t care what else the option entailed as long as he would let me come. “Please, do whatever you want as long as I can come. Please.” I wasn’t ashamed to beg. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I agreed to. I probably wouldn’t have agreed with what he had planned if I hadn’t been so desperate.

  “Okay.”

  He stood up and unshackled me. “Stand up straight, hands in the air. No touching.”

  I stood up straight with my hands in the air as he pulled the restraints around the bed. My legs were fastened together, and there was a long cord connected to the wrist restraints that he dragged under the bed. He moved something around before he came back to me.

  “Walk toward the bed. Closer. Good, now lean down with your arms over your head.” Soft pillows sat at the edge of the bed to hold my ass in the air. There must have been at least two the way my body angled toward the bed. My wrists were placed in the loops, and he pulled it tight. With my arms and legs secured with the bungee cord, I was trapped in place.

  "Blindfold or no blindfold?"

  “Blindfold." I wasn't sure if I wanted to see what he had planned for me; plus, it always added to the anticipation. Peyton leaned over me and leaned his dick into my ass.

  He tapped my lips with his finger. "Open.”

  My mouth opened, and he shoved the sheet that had been bunched under me in it. “Suck on the sheets your greedy pussy used."

  My mind and body were on sensory overload. I felt something cold drip down the crack of my ass and then his finger slide into my puckered hole. My ass clenched automatically.

  "Relax. It will only hurt for a minute. I need to prepare you for the second part of your punishment."

  I exhaled a breath through my nose and tried with all my might to relax. From what I had read, the more relaxed, the easier it slides in.

  "Push back and relax."

  I felt more cold goo drip on whatever pressed against the rim of my hole. Another push and my ass filled with something. It was cool and felt strange as it slid in.

  “It’s a butt plug,” Peyton said as he moved it in and out, stretching me.

  The pain subsided once he had it firmly seated in my ass. It wasn’t enjoyable but tolerable. Peyton leaned over me again, placing pressure on the plug.

  "Now, the first part of your punishment is the butt plug. You’re not to move. Do you understand?"

  I couldn’t answer. My arms and legs were immobile, and my mouth was occupied with the sheets saturated from my earlier desire. I couldn’t imagine how I looked with my ass in the air and the toy sticking out of my cheeks. The next thing I heard was the chair from the corner scraping on the floor behind me, followed by the sound of Peyton lowering his zipper.

  “Melissa, you look beautiful. It’s a shame my dick has to be satisfied with my hand.”

  Though I couldn’t speak, my pussy begged and pleaded for him to satisfy me. I needed to come—he promised to let me come. A final grunt filled the air as his hot cum squirted over me. He rubbed his fingers through the cum and swirled it all around my back and ass.

  “Sweetheart, your cunt is dripping all over the floor. Maybe I should make you lick it up too, once I’m done fucking you.”

  Screams of pleasure were muffled by the sheet and replaced with moans. The only thing I could do was squirm and squeeze against the plug inserted into my ass, but nothing helped or eased my need. I wasn't sure how long I stayed that way. I was about to give up when fire once again flashed across my ass.

  "Melissa, normally I would have you count, but your mouth is full."

  Two more strikes across my ass with the belt, then it dropped to the floor. His hand took over slapping my ass over and over. Each blow sent the butt plug deeper into my ass. Tears sprang and dripped down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or pleasure, but I refused to release the sheet from my mouth. Relief overtook me and my ass when he finally stopped.

  "Your ass is so beautiful. The red welts lining your perfect ass and the butt plug wedged between your perfect cheeks makes me even harder."

  His hands danced across my backside and turned the butt plug several times before his dick slammed into my pussy hard. It was the strangest feeling; my ass burned and plugged and a mouth full with my own desire as Peyton thrust in and out of my pussy. I’d never felt so full. I was seconds from release when he stilled. I wanted to scream and shout for him to continue, but this was my punishment for taking away his pleasure.

  Peyton pet my head as he removed the plug. "You took the first part of your punishment like a good girl, so I’ve decided you deserve a reward. But first, I get my reward and the rest of your punishment. It’s time for your ass to meet my dick."

  Peyton lined up his dick, pushed in, and repeated the in-and-out motion. A sudden pain flashed through my ass, passing once he fully seated himself inside me. My eyes rolled back, and ecstasy took over. He reached around and rubbed my clit until we both came.

  The only thing that kept me on my feet were the restraints. When we were both satisfied, I was satiated and thoroughly exhausted. My body lost all tension. I couldn’t stand if I wanted. It was then that Peyton threw the pillows toward the headboard, untied me, lifted me into his arms, and placed me in the center of the mattress. I felt the bed dip as he pulled my limp body to him. My head lay on his chest with my arm over his stomach.

  “Sleep, sweet girl.”

  “Peyton.”

  “Yes?”

  “I love you.”

  Chapter 12

  Loneliness

  Melissa

  I didn’t know it at the time, but that night changed everything, or maybe it was those three little words. I thought it was my imagination that he tensed when I declared my feelings for him. I should’ve figured out that something was wrong when Peyton was gone the next morning, leaving me with only a quick note on the table that something came up, and he needed to get back to Myrtle Beach.

  What did he think would happen when I was all alone with no friends?

  He became my everything. I hadn't much of a chance to meet people with all the time I spent with him and on my classes.

  For the next few weeks, Peyton canceled his visits—company emergencies. I remembered those were the same words he used to Regina when he didn’t want to be home. I guessed the saying karma’s a bitch was right because now he said the same thing to me. I wondered how long until he decided he wanted his money’s worth from me and how he would take it. The question was answered a few weeks later when I received a text from him. It was simple and to the point: he would be in town and needed my services. He actually said services. I was no longer the valued companion—I was the high-priced whore.

  The next two months, Peyton stopped in for a few hours on three different visits. Each time he arrived at the apartment, took me straight to the bedroom, and fucked me. No play time, nothing extra. One time he didn’t even bother to take off his clothes. I was leaned over the bed, fucked, and then he pulled his pants up and left. He was becoming even more detached with every visit.

  Each day I sunk a little deeper into myself. I had distanced myself from my parents, ashamed of all the lies and on constant edge that I would allow something to slip. We still talked but not as much. I was too busy with my studies… at least that is what I led them to believe.

  One day, I checked my phone after class and found a text from Peyton. It had been almost a month since his last visit. This text was different than the previous few that said to meet him at the apartment.

  Peyton: Come home right after class—I need you.

  My heart pumped faster, and my body ached for him. He said he needed me. When I rushed back to the apartment, I found him in the bedroom naked, waiting for me. His clothes were thrown over the bed but he was sitting on the chair in the corner. His hand covered his dick as he slowly pumped it. It was one of the sexiest positions, him on displ
ay for me.

  “On your knees and suck my dick.”

  There was something in his voice that made me hesitate.

  “Now, Melissa!”

  I dropped to my knees as he had taught me. My hands behind my back and my mouth open and ready. I leaned into him and swallowed his length as far as I could. Peyton began to flex and pump deeper and deeper until I gagged. Instinctively, I pushed my hands forward to push away. That was a mistake. He grabbed my hands, pulling me up as he stood. He threw me on the bed and tied my hands to the loops at the headboard. Then he crawled on top of me and sat on my chest.

  “Didn’t I tell you not to use your hands? Now it’s time you learn to obey,” he said with gritted teeth. “I’m not here to play, Melissa. I paid for you to suck my dick. Now fucking open your mouth and suck it.”

  Peyton shoved his dick into my mouth as far as he could and held it there until I gasped for air. Tears sprang from my eyes and fell to my pillow as he continued to thrust into my mouth over and over. It wasn't until I was about to pass out when Peyton finally stopped. He groaned as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot his cum all over my face.

  “Eat it all.” He pushed his cum into my mouth and held it shut until I swallowed. Next, Peyton unpinned me and sat to the side; he put his hand up my skirt and shoved his finger into me. “You really are a dirty whore, aren’t you? Your pussy is always in need. Wet, willing, and ready to be fucked. I wonder what your parents and Regina would think if they saw little Miss Perfect now.”

  The coldness and calculating look in his eyes chilled me. I didn’t know what I wanted, or maybe I did. My body craved to be sexually satisfied, but my heart required more. It begged to be loved, wanted, and needed.

  Peyton leaned over and untied my hands, then opened the nightstand drawer and threw something down on the bed. “I can’t stay, but I’m in a giving mood.”

  He turned, grabbed his clothes, and walked out of the bedroom. I reached over and picked up what he had thrown at me—a fucking dildo. The only place I wanted to stick that thing was his ass. The anger I felt was short-lived and turned to pain—one I had never felt.

  A few minutes later, the door slammed shut and so did my heart.

  I closed my eyes and rolled on my side, hugging the only thing willing to dry my tears, a pillow that lingered with Peyton’s cologne. I cried for hours until there was nothing left in me. I decided, once again, that it was time to live for me and fuck the rest of the world and their rules.

  Weeks passed since that night Peyton decided to discard me again, and each day I became more bored. Lonelier. There were still over six months on the contract that I had to honor. I signed to be a “companion” and from this point on that was all he would get from me. I wouldn't let him have any more of me emotionally.

  I swore that night that I didn’t care, and I would live my life, but the reality was that I was devastated. The following weeks the only thing I did was go to school and study. As the loneliness grew, so did my need for interaction with people.

  I still hadn't heard from Peyton since the night he walked out and shattered my heart. I pulled out my books to study for my upcoming class exam and found an invitation to a club a few blocks up the street. I fidgeted with the necklace Peyton gave me before we started the arrangement. I argued with myself about whether I should go or not. One minute, I was studying and the next, I was in the bathroom getting dolled up for a night on the town. I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself. I told myself that it was just like when I lost the scholarship and started to live again. Peyton didn’t care about me, so why should I care about him or his wants?

  I questioned my decision multiple times after I headed toward the new dance club in town, Final Stand. The line to enter was long, and it took about an hour for me to reach the bouncer. He handed me back my license and opened the rope for me to enter. It was like nothing I had ever seen. Bright, colorful lights sparkled off all the people moving to the beat of the music. Above the wooden dance floor was a loft filled with people looking below. The upper level was the royalty and the lower their subjects to honor them.

  For the first time in months, I actually felt young as the music pumped through my body. I realized that I had spent my teenage years working so hard to be an adult. I forgot that I was only eighteen. I found a little table in the corner away from the crowds and just watched. As much as I wanted to join the fun, I wasn’t ready to break all of Peyton’s rules.

  A waitress dressed in a French-Maid outfit approached me. “Do you have a band?”

  I lifted my right hand, no band. Only people twenty-one and over received the bands. It made it easier to identify the underaged patrons.

  “What can I get for you?”

  “Coke, please.”

  The waitress returned a few minutes later and placed a small shot glass on the table, and I looked up at the waitress with a confused look. “I ordered a Coke.”

  “It was sent from the gentleman upstairs.”

  This wasn’t the Coke I ordered; it was alcohol. “What is it?” I lifted my arm and showed her I didn’t have a band.

  “It looks like a small cup of Coke.” Her reply was short and annoyed. “At least that is what the gentleman who sent it said.”

  My eyes scrunched together, and I tilted my head. “But…”

  Miss Attitude cut me off. “Look, I was told to bring you a drink. Drink it or don’t. I have things to do.” She turned around and left.

  I stared at the drink and contemplated whether I wanted to try it or not. I had a glass of wine occasionally on holidays with my parents, but this shit was the strong stuff. One small sip and my eyes rolled back in my head, and my throat was on fire.

  “Hello, beautiful.”

  I was startled when a sexy-as-hell male voice echoed. He picked up a long strand of my auburn hair and twirled it around his finger. His blue eyes locked on mine as he tucked the strand behind my ear. “My name is Bryce. What’s your name, pretty lady?”

  “Melissa. My name is Melissa.” I stuttered. The pitch in my voice became higher as he rubbed his hand up and down my ivory skin as I spoke to him. My stomach flip-flopped, but I wasn’t sure if it was the way he approached or the fact that he was the forbidden fruit that I wasn’t allowed to taste. I knew the rules—I read the contract before I signed it—but I was lonely. I was tired of being alone, locked in a posh prison and treated like a whore. I just wanted to have fun for one night, to kick back and enjoy life.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Melissa. Well, I think we should take this party upstairs where the fun is. Besides, I have lots more where that came from.” His head nodded toward the drink in my hand.

  “Oh, you’re the one who sent my drink? The waitress didn’t tell me who.” I felt even more electrified as he tucked my hair behind my ear, and his finger dallied on my shoulder.

  His eyes beamed and his smile made my nipples pebble. I leaned in close to press my breast against his chest. I knew this was wrong, but the passion in his touch made me crave more. He held me closer, swagging our bodies to the music overhead. My body hummed at his touch; I knew I needed to get out before I did something I would regret.

  Our eyes danced together as we studied each other but never uttered a word. Bryce reached for my hand before he brought it up to his lips for a soft and tender kiss. His lips were hot and sent sparks down my spine. I’m not sure if it was the excitement of being out or if he really made me feel things.

  He must have sensed my uncertainty about leaving with him because he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Sweet Melissa, don’t you feel the connection? The spark when we touch?” His cologne was strong yet sensual, and when he talked to me, I could smell the cinnamon and alcohol on his breath.

  My mind said no, but my body refused to listen. Once again, my body ruled my actions. Bryce decided my fate when our fingers interlocked, and I followed him up the stairs.

  As much as my mind tried to convince my body to do otherwise, it was as if I wasn
’t in control anymore. We reached the top where a large man stood guard, but the minute he saw Bryce, he moved aside. Bryce emanated power and arrogance. He didn’t wait for others; they waited on him. Bryce led me to a small table and pulled out a chair for me.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  The fog of Bryce’s cologne vanished when he stepped away and allowed my mind to clear. I needed to get the hell out of there. I’d already broken more rules in one night then I had in all the months I’d been with Peyton. I hadn't technically done anything wrong, but if this party continued, I would.

  “Bryce, I need to go…”

  “Sweet Melissa, don’t go. You’ll break my heart.”

  “I have to,” I protested. “If my friend finds out I’m here, he won’t be happy.”

  “He? You have a boyfriend, Melissa, who let you out of his sight? He must be a damn fool. If you were mine, I’d never let you out of my sight.”

  “No. Yes. It just…” Once again I was at a loss as to how I could explain who Peyton was. Besides, if I told the truth, I would have to explain I was paid to be a companion and have sex with him.

  “Sweet Melissa, I had plans for us. Big plans.” He cupped my breasts and massaged them tenderly. My panties were soaked, and if I didn’t get out of there fast, the world would be able to smell my arousal.

  “Please, I really have to go.”

  Bryce didn’t look happy, but he finally stepped away and toward the guard standing at the top of the stairs. He whispered something to him before he turned back to me. “Raul will make sure you get home.” His next words came out as a command. I shouldn’t have liked it, but I did. “Friday night, eight o’clock, meet me here.”

  Chapter 13

  Breaking the Rules

  Melissa

  The next week, I studied and spent time alone without any contact from Peyton. I decided that if I hadn’t heard from him by Friday morning, I would meet Bryce at the club. I knew I wasn't supposed to date, but I’d convinced myself that it wasn’t a date. It was simply friends hanging out together. Peyton had developed a pattern, and his visits correlated with his payments. When I received money, he received a service. By that standard, this month’s transaction had already occurred. If he stayed true to the schedule, he wouldn’t be back for another two weeks.