Heather Teston
She set her glass aside, hiked up her dress, and climbed onto his lap. Her lips found his neck, peppering it with kisses as she spoke.
“We can kick things off any way you like. I can drop to my knees and give you a blow job, or we can head straight to bed, and there you can do whatever you want.”
She could feel his cock hardening against her as she kissed his neck. He was handsome and smelled divine, but she still felt a sense of unease.
She wanted to bolt, to scream and run, but she knew her life was at risk if she tried to escape. It could have been worse. He could have been an old, abusive creep.
She didn’t know this Kyle, but she had a feeling he wasn’t a sick pervert or violent. At least, that’s what she was banking on.
His eyes fluttered shut as she sucked gently on his neck. It felt so good. “You’re on the pill, right?” he asked, causing her to pause.
She pulled back to look at him, feeling his cock pressing against her. “Yes, but you know the rules. You have to wear a condom every time.”
He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. “I always do. But it never hurts for you to be on the pill. Better safe than sorry.”
He shifted her so that she was lying flat on her back, him hovering above her. “A blow job sounds good, but another time. Let’s just slow down a little. Are you hungry?”
His offer of food, despite his obvious arousal, confused her. “I am, but don’t you want sex first?”
“We have plenty of time for that. Right now, I need something to eat. I’ll order something from downstairs and have them send it up.”
He climbed off her and reached for his phone. “Is there anything you’re in the mood for?”
She sat up, smoothing her dress. “Anything is fine with me.”
He ordered them a shrimp salad and pasta. “If you’d like to go put your things away, I cleared a drawer for you and some space in the closet.”
“Okay, thanks,” she said. She rose and headed in the direction he indicated. Entering his room, she took in her surroundings.
The bed was the first thing that caught her eye. It was massive. She swallowed, feeling a lump form in her throat.
It was only a matter of time before she would have to perform whatever sexual acts he desired.
She was terrified. She’d only had sex a few times with her boyfriend, or rather, ex-boyfriend, and that was over a year ago.
After stowing her things, she returned to the other room just as the food arrived.
During the meal, he made small talk, trying to put her at ease. When she rose to clean up, he took her hand. “It can wait. Come with me.”
This was it, she thought, as he led her into the bedroom.
She shivered when they entered and he shut the door. His hand found the back of her neck, pulling her close. His lips found her neck, where he began to kiss softly.
She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to enjoy it, but it felt so good, and she let out a small moan.
Hearing her moan, he grew excited. There was nothing like the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure.
He pulled back and his hands found the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head.
He looked down at her breasts, barely concealed by the skimpy bra she wore. It was red, matching her panties.
“Beautiful. So beautiful,” he murmured, reaching behind her to unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor.
He took a breast in each hand, caressing them, his cock growing hard, straining against his pants.
His hands moved down to her hips, slipping his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down as he squatted.
His face was level with her pussy, so he nudged her closer, burying his face in it. She was clean-shaven, and he left a trail of kisses before standing up.
She began to breathe heavily. Her core was throbbing, and she could feel the wetness pooling between her legs.
When he began unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off, she started tugging his sweats down. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, and she moved her hand slowly up and down, feeling it pulse.
Assuming he wanted a blow job, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. She heard him grunt, his breathing becoming ragged as his fingers tangled in her hair.
When she started gagging, he stopped her, pulling her up so that she was face-to-face with him.
“Get on the bed,” he instructed, reaching for a condom from the dresser. As he rolled it onto himself, he kept his eyes on her.
His gaze roamed her body as she lay down, her eyes closing. He climbed into bed and positioned himself on top of her. His lips found hers, and he began to kiss her.
His hand moved down to between her legs, and he felt how wet she was. Then he grasped his cock and slowly entered her, feeling her gasp as her arms wrapped around him.
“Shit, you’re so wet, so tight,” he murmured between kisses.
He had never felt this much heat or tightness around his cock before, and it felt incredible, making him even more aroused, which led him to start thrusting harder and faster into her.
He was on the brink of climax, and normally he would have with any other woman, but for some reason he wanted her to cum first, to experience pleasure first.
It wasn’t long before he knew she was close, but she was holding back, she seemed to be fighting it. “Cum for me. Let me hear your pleasure.”
His body was chiseled and rock hard. He had a six-pack and a perfect V-line leading down, and he was well-endowed, too much for her small mouth.
His touch and kiss sent a wave of heat coursing through her body.
At first, she tried to empty her mind, not wanting to enjoy it. But the more he moved and caressed her body, she found herself responding to his touch.
Then, when he told her to cum, she did just that.
She cried out, “Oh God,” as she began to squirm beneath him, her nails scraping down his back as she exploded with what she assumed was an orgasm, as she had never experienced one before.
She thought it was over, but then he started pounding into her, grunting and moaning as he came, bringing her to another orgasm before he collapsed on top of her.
He pushed himself up, hovering above her. “I have a feeling this month is going to be a blast, and we’ll have plenty more moments like this,” he said, planting a kiss on her.
He climbed off her and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. “I’m going to grab a drink. Want one?” he asked, slipping into his sweatpants.
“Water, please,” she replied, pulling the covers up to her chin.
He returned with a glass of water for her and juice for himself, then climbed back into bed. “You’re truly stunning,” he said, brushing her hair back from her face. “I’m so glad I stumbled upon that site and saw your picture.”
“So, you hadn’t used it before?” she asked, hoping he wouldn’t be upset.
He laughed and reclined, hands folded behind his head. “Nope. I was actually looking for kittens to buy. I wanted to get one for my niece’s birthday.
“Instead, I found this site. At first, I was shocked, then intrigued. It’s getting late. We should sleep.
“I hope you’re not into cuddling. I really value my space and can’t sleep with a woman in my arms.”
“No, I’m not,” she said, shifting to the other side of the bed.
“I didn’t mean for you to move that far. You can lay next to me.” He grinned as she moved back over and rolled onto her side, her back to him.
“I like that you’re bare down there. So soft, and I appreciate not getting any pubic hair in my mouth.”
She closed her eyes, her body tensing. Was he planning on going down on her again? And if so, what exactly was he planning to do?
She’d heard tales of men using their tongues in that way, but she’d never experienced it and wasn’t sure if she’d enjoy it.
But if that’s what he wanted, she had no choice but to let him, and she would pretend to enjoy it.
He leaned over to peck her cheek. “Goodnight,” he said, and rolling onto his side, he drifted off to sleep, feeling content.
She lay awake long after he had fallen asleep, listening to his steady breathing. She turned onto her side and watched him.
She found it odd that a man as attractive as him would need to use a sex site to find a woman. Surely, women must be throwing themselves at him.
She was taken aback when she learned they were going to Italy. But maybe it was a good thing. It could be the perfect chance for her to escape, and they would never find her there.
Kyle woke up first and went to shower. When he came out, she was not in bed, so he pulled on a pair of pants and went to find her.
He found her in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. This made him smile. It was nice to know she could cook and wouldn’t be expecting room service every time they were together.
She knew he was there, but after what they had done in his bed last night, she felt a little shy, hesitant to look at him.
“I hope you don’t mind that I made us breakfast. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made French toast and bacon.”
“I don’t mind at all. I’m actually quite pleased, thank you,” he said, taking a seat at the table. “I see you’re wearing one of my shirts. Don’t you have a nightgown?”
Thinking he was upset with her for wearing it, she feared he would punish her, and she began to tremble. “I’m sorry. I’ll go take it off.”
He caught her arm before she could walk away. “No, it’s fine. Really. I was just wondering if you brought any nightgowns with you.”
He was taken aback to see how scared she was and how her body shook.
She lowered her gaze when he pulled her onto his lap. “I don’t have any. I usually just sleep in my panties and a T-shirt.”
“I noticed you didn’t bring many clothes, so we’ll go shopping and get you a few things. Some sexy nighties too, while we’re at it.”
He ran his hand over her leg but stopped when he felt her body tense and her legs clamp together. It seemed his little kitten was still a bit wary of him.
“You shouldn’t be buying me clothes.”
“We’re going to Italy. You’ll need some decent clothes to wear and a couple of evening dresses for when we go dancing and to the opera.”
“Opera?” she asked, looking at him.
“I take it you’ve never been to one.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“I think you’ll enjoy it. Now serve up my food. I’m starving.”
She slid off his lap, went over to the counter, and prepared a plate for him and one for herself.
At first, she thought he would get angry when he touched her legs and she tensed up, but he didn’t seem to, so she was able to relax.
When they finished eating, he pushed his plate away.
“That was really good, thank you. I’ll clean up. If you want to take a shower, then we’ll hit the shops. I want you to get whatever you want and will need for our trip.”
“When are we going and for how long?”
“Middle of next week, and we’ll be there for two weeks. Is something wrong?” he asked when he saw her worried expression.
“I don’t have a passport.”
He rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment. “I know some people. I’ll get you one in no time.”
When she went to shower, he did the dishes and made a call to his friend, asking for a favor.
“Thanks. You can get it to me before we leave, right?”
He hung up and sat down to wait for her to come out. He knew she was new to this job, but he had a feeling there was more to this woman than she was letting on.
He hoped that in time, he would be able to get her to open up and tell him more about herself.