Show & Sell

To my surprise and horror, the whipping is totally fucking turning me on. The intense combination of pleasure and pain is totally exhilarating.

My ass is sore, but I want more.

Whack. The leather whip strikes again. With my face buried in the sheets, I bite into them.

And then Finn stops as suddenly as he started. I groan into the sheets. How much more of this can I endure before I pass out?

Unable to do anything else, I start writhing on the bed. Snake-like, I slither backward; not far, but I do move a little. Finn chuckles at my attempts before he grabs me by my hips.

Then it all happens very quickly. The tip of his massive cock is at my dripping pussy. He eases himself gently into my opening. My tight pussy hungrily grabs at him.

He pushes all the way in. I feel myself stretch and my hips thrust back and upward to meet him.

I know this massive twelve-inch plus cock of his was inside of me the other night, but with the other brothers there, it was all a bit of a blur. Now, with only him and me, I can revel in the feeling of his cock deep inside my pussy.

At first, he’s slow and gentle, but soon, his thrusts become hard and fast. My pussy responds and starts milking his cock for all it’s worth.

The way I’m lying, my clit is being rubbed against the black sheets, and I feel my orgasm bubbling to the surface. It won’t be long before I’ll erupt fountain-like and my juices gush out of me.

Before I finish, Finn’s fingernails start digging into my skin, and I can feel his cock grow even bigger inside of me with each inward thrust. How this is possible is beyond me, but it is.

And then he tenses before exploding inside of me and shooting his big load right into me.

We collapse in a heap on the bed.

Finn turns me over and strokes my face.

“You’re one fucking amazing woman,” he whispers and kisses me.

I blush at the compliment. I feel like a bumbling newcomer, learning the ropes.

In fact, I worry my inexperience may be the very thing Finn will tire of.

But for now, the waves of pleasure are enough. He is enough. And I’m happy.Chapter 22Aurora

A delicious throbbing is between my legs.

I feel freshly fucked and, trust me, this is a new feeling.

I can hardly believe the night I just had. I shut my eyes and try to remember the exact length of Finn’s cock. Oh, yeah, it’s somewhere around twelve inches.

Stretching out, I lazily open my eyes. The gray and black tones of his apartment make me feel like it’s still nighttime.

As I turn to the side, I expect to feel his sleeping body, but instead, there’s only a piece of paper. A note, which says:

Baby,

I had to run out. Work calls. Make yourself at home. Order room service. I command it.

Talk to you soon.

Love,

Finn

I hold the note to my chest, as close to my heart as I can get it. No, I’m not falling for him—but I certainly could.

He’s the kind of guy I always dreamed of being with. He’s masculine and powerful, but in his eyes, I see a man who I can trust.

I know he’ll always have my best interests at heart. I know that he adores me. And at the same time, I know unequivocally that he’s in control.

Something about that idea makes my heart rush with excitement. The idea that I don’t have to be in control for once is liberating. With the business and my brother, I’ve had too much control lately.

I’d gladly give it up to a guy like Finn—if he would have me.

A part of me is sad that he’s not still here. I would’ve liked to have experienced him one more time this morning.

But I have a day waiting for me, too. I stretch as I get up and then I look for the damn button to the blinds.

His entire place is outfitted with technology, most of which I’d never seen before. I find the button on the side of his bed and, with one push, the blinds go up and show me a fabulous view of New York City.

I whistle. He really does have it all. He lives on top of the world.

And, for the moment, I’m here, too.

I do as he says and look around for how to order room service. I pick up the phone and someone answers.

“How may I help you, Mr. Grayson?” the voice on the end of the line says.

“Oh no, I’m not Mr. Grayson. He said I could order room service…?”

“Of course. You’ll find a menu in the kitchen. Just call down when you’re ready.”

I stop her before she hangs up, “Oh, no, I’m ready now. I just need black coffee and some fruit. Thanks, that’d be great.”