Priceless

by Miranda Silver

Sweet Jesus, I could feel this guy on me. Against me. On top of me. I was an exposed nerve, frozen in his gaze, on fire.

“A companion?” I began to pace. Patrick didn’t move a muscle. Picking up a pool cue, I tapped it on the ground. “Are you, like, ninety years old? Do you need me to help you cross the street?”

A smile flickered across his stony face. He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “You’re adorable.”

“You can only come so many times before you run out of juice.” Shit, that was beer number two talking. “But you can come all night long.” His voice peeled off my V-neck and leggings.

“You want a girl to commit to a whole semester, right off the bat? That’s crazy talk. Take my advice, make the first time a trial.” I was chattering. His flat gaze didn’t waver. “Not that I’m interested.” A lie. “I don’t like you.” True. “You freak me out.” True. He raised his eyebrows. “Hot.”

“Christina,” he whispered, drawing the syllables out. “You told me you were ‘very wet.’” He found my clit and pressed in through the sopping fabric. “I don’t think that describes what’s going on down here. You’re dripping. You’re fucking soaked. You’re a river of girl cum.” “Thanks for the vocabulary lesson,” I panted.

“I just felt so bad for you afterward.” He stroked my clit, teasing the swollen bud to unbearable pleasure. “I couldn’t look away. You were a train wreck, but prettier.”

“Poor baby. You were so sad, weren’t you?” He moved his finger in and out of me deliberately, caressing my clit. “You didn’t want to let on to your friend. But I knew. And your boyfriend never got you off.” He shook his head. “In here, you’ll get what you need.”

“Of course it turned me on. I wanted to fuck you right there. On the bench. In public. Embarrassed and helpless and naked. Pinned under me and so very aroused. Needing me to get you out of this mess.” “You’re a twisted fuck,” I whispered.

“Please,” I pleaded. “I don’t know how to come this much.” “That’s where you’re wrong.” His voice was a caress now. His fingers never stopped moving. “Whose fault was it that you never got off, yours or your boyfriend’s? Did you always stop him too soon because you were scared of coming? I bet you did. Look how crazy you’re getting. You were afraid of him seeing you like this. You’re a mess of juices.”

He nuzzled my throat and eased his fingers out of my clinging cunt. When he wiped them on my thighs, I growled.

“This is what it feels like to be mine.” His breath was cool in my ear. I shuddered from head to toe, squeezing his cock painfully hard as he inexorably sank into my cunt. “This is what it feels like to be my little slut.” “Who do you think you are?” I gasped. “I’m everything you’re afraid to want,” he whispered, “and everything you need.”

“Good girl,” he crooned. “I’m proud of you.”

He chuckled. “Sure, I’ll make you breakfast, baby. But you’ll have to earn it.”

“Then why’d you pick me? I think complications get you going.” I mimicked his deep voice. “I’ll find your buttons and push them, Christina, so you better have a lot. You’re like a train wreck, but prettier. You’re going to be the messiest messy mess every time I put my hands on your body.”

To my surprise, he cracked a grin — a real one. Patrick was handsome when he smiled.

“That's a good girl. Now show me how turned on you are. Spread your pussy for me.”

“I hoped you could behave for me, Christina. Now I need to clean your pussy up, because you can’t control your slutty little desires.”

He lifted his head. “You don’t like it, but you want it.” His cold whisper slid over me. “You don’t like being my whore, but you want to be.”

“Christina.” His voice stopped me at the top. I swiveled to face him. In no particular hurry, his broad frame mounted the stairs. He gave me a cold smile. “I said you were fucked, and I meant it. You’re getting punished.”

“You hot little bitch,” he whispered roughly. I moaned around his cock. His fingers tangled in my hair. “You really know how to do this. I chose right when I chose you. What a good little whore you are.”

I wanted to take her home. I wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her, screwing her from behind, running possessive hands over her skin, slapping the sexy squish of her curves while she cursed me out and her whole body reddened with shame and excitement.

Her face was so open, in the second before she came. So honest. Contorted with pleasure, locked on me with all the need in the world. I’d give anything for that look to last forever.

“I wouldn’t look at her. Not ever, and definitely not when you’re here, so cute on my lap, all sweet and girly, spilling out of your uniform with your pussy on fire and your body desperate for what I can give you.”

“So wet,” he whispered. “So soaking wet and wanting. You’re a fucking mess.” His voice was ragged, his thrusts lengthening. “Now beg for my cum.”

“You know what I’m thinking about, sweetheart?” At the pet name, she let out a shaky breath. “I’m thinking about tying you up. Coming all over that soft, sweet body. Over and over, while I tease your greedy little cunt. I’d enjoy seeing you struggling to handle that much mess, when you couldn’t do a thing about it. My cum dripping down your tight nipples, your tummy, your hungry pussy, your pretty face…all that long dark hair that you put so much time into getting to look just right…all covered in my cum. Everywhere, marking you as mine. Mine.”

“I have no problem with everyone knowing what a little slut you are, as long as you’re doing it with me.”

“You’re a greedy little slut, Christina.” Sparks of pain and arousal shot through my skin as he leisurely twisted the hard bud. “And you take me so well.”

“You’re perfect,” he crooned, hypnotic. “You’re such a good little whore. You want me to put a price on the way you come? Or the blush on your skin when I tell you the truth? How cute you are when you cry, because you’re so overwhelmed by the way I fuck you? How much you love it when I hurt you a little? How much I love it when you snarl at me in bed? I can’t. You’re priceless. You were made for me.”

She was so fucking juicy, so soft and yielding, taking me in, wanting more, needing more of what I gave to her, and fuck, I wanted to eat her, I wanted to devour her, I wanted to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until there was nothing left of either of us. I wanted to take and give, take and give, and the more she sweetly opened to me, the more her body whispered love, the more she moaned “Yes, yes, yes!” the further I wanted to go. Needed to go. I wanted everything, I wanted to have her and destroy her at the same time.

He ran one finger around my navel. “When I was in high school, I probably did moan about it in my sleep and hump my pillow, just like you hoped for.”

“You have no idea how much power you have, do you?” My breath whooshed out. “Me?” I asked in a small voice. “You drive me crazy. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

“I love you.” His rough voice pulled an involuntary sound from me. “You're mine, Christina. You always have been, from the first time I touched you.”

“You'll be making a lot more noise before I'm done with you. You’re probably turning them all on. They’ll thank you in the morning for being such a horny little girl.”

A slap on my ass sent sparks through my body. Patrick made a noise of profound satisfaction, spanking me again and again until the pillow was damp with my tears. Like his curses before, the stinging slaps were cleansing. Blotting out everything else.