Four:

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, I can feel him in my stomach.

I moan and arch my back off of the bed as he spreads my legs even wider and pushes more of his cock inside me.

I am trying to be mad at this man, all six something feet of him, trying not to hold on to his shoulders for dear life, and not think about the way the muscles in his back flex when he leans down over me.

I don't want to think about his perfect eyebrows and his dark, stormy eyes. I don't want to think about the defined muscles of his biceps, the tattoos on the left side of his chest all the way down his arm, or the swells of his pecs, his sculpted abs and firm ass.

And I most definitely do not want to think about how it is that his gigantic cock is getting me wetter than the fucking Pacific.

Unfortunately though, he is the only thing I see everytime I close my eyes, ever since I stumbled into his room and saw him naked for the first time last night.

"Shit, you're damn tight for someone who sleeps with men for a living," he says through his teeth with his eyes closed, and my own widen.

Either I did not hear that right, or there has been a huge misunderstanding.

I open my mouth to correct him, but right then he pulls out all the way, and I gasp at how empty I feel without him.

"Put it back. Please, put it in me," I whisper, and he inches slowly back in, tucks my thighs under his arms and starts to thrust, rubbing over my sweet spot each time.

"Fuck," he rasps, and licks his lips. "Your pussy is clenched so hard around my cock...I'm close already."

I shake my head. I don't want him to cum just yet. He cannot stop now. He lifts my legs onto his shoulders, the backs of my thighs pressed against his warm, solid chest and rolls his hips torturously slowly, his manhood stroking and spreading me out until I fully adjust to his size.

Then, he orders me on all fours in front of him. I look over my shoulder as he kneels between my legs and lines himself up with my hole. With one hand, he presses my back down until my chest is flat on the bed and with the other, he grabs my waist and pushes his cock back all the way in.

A soundless moan parts my lips as he starts to move, easily this time. His balls sway against the backs of my thighs, and he hits somewhere good with each thrust. The pleasure is intense, and the friction is addicting. I fuck backwards into him, meeting his every movement, and his fingers slide over my sweat slicked back and into the hair at the base of my head.

He tugs softly and the sensation burns into my scalp, and then spreads its heat all over my body.

"Harder," I moan, and he increases the pressure, pulling me up to a kneeling position. He wraps his arm around me, lowers his lips to my neck and kisses all the way down my shoulder.

"More, please," I beg, and he pushes me back on my hands and knees. He pulls out a small fraction and then slides it back in, and with both hands on my hips, he finds his tempo.

"Ahh. Yes, yes, yes," I scream shamelessly as he pumps his cock in and out with a brutal pace, the lewd sounds of his hips slamming into my ass echoing off the walls. I have not been fucked like this in such a long time I forgot how good it feels.

I lift my hand to my sex and rub my fingers over my clit, our rhythm matching the beating of my heart. My insides start to coil and I feel my release build up. My thighs twitch involuntarily, and my fingers roll even faster over my clit.

"I'm going to, oh fuck, fuck—FUCK!" I shriek into the mattress as I explode over his cock and on the sheets under me.

My breaths come out as quick, short gasps and I feel my release from my hair down to my toes.

"Turn around," he orders as he pulls out and strikes my ass, the sound barely registering over the blood still pounding in my ears, and I lie on my back, confused.

He rips off his condom and plants his thighs on either side of my shoulders, and then lifts me by my hair.

His lips are parted as he strokes his cock, his breaths ragged, and his abs clenched. I risk and drag my tongue under his shaft, tasting his and my juices, and his eyes snap open, his mouth forms into a shocked "o" and his hips buck as string after string of thick, hot cum shoot out of his cock and onto my face.

"I'll send someone in to change the sheets later. There's a robe in the bathroom while I get you some clothes to wear," he says as soon as he catches his breath, shuffles off of the bed and starts to get dressed.

I sit up and watch his back flex as he pulls on his pants and then his shirt, still as immaculate as they were last night.

"Look, I think there has been a mistake," I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder. "I am not a...uhm, sex worker."

I must look absolutely stupid saying that, considering there is cum on my face right now.

He turns around, and folds his hands across his chest, and I struggle to tear my eyes away from his biceps.

The top button of his shirt is open, and I can see the start of his tattoo.

"Not anymore, no. Now, you're only mine to use as I please," he deadpans, and I blink, as if that will make what he just said make any more sense.

"I beg your finest pardon?"

"You're mine—

"I heard what you said," I snap, cutting him off. "Did my father put you—"

"Jesus, do you ever shut up about your father? I told you, and I'm going to say it for the last time. I don't answer to your father, and I definitely DO NOT answer to you, little whore," he says, his jaw ticking with annoyance. He puts his shoes back on and walks towards the door.

"If I were you, I would get some rest. This was nothing compared to what happens at night when I have pent up stress to release," he says, opens the door and leaves.

Alone, I hurl a pillow across the room, but it does not even make it over the bottom edge of the double king size. Who the fuck even gets a bed this big? And is he just a really good liar, or does he actually have nothing to do with dad?

Would dad ever put someone up to this?

I should not have acted without thinking last night...that is not like me. Now I am in this mess, trapped in this room, being used by a man, and I like it way more than I should.

Something is very clear, and that is I need to escape from here.