Paid for Three Times

  I panted, hair disheveled across my face as I gripped the railing, my ass still thrust lewdly out as I panted to regain my breath and my racing pulse.

  Colin, however, wasn’t done. Suddenly, I felt a fingertip press gently against my ass.

  Okay, this might be more than I was ready for. I started to protest. “Oh, now, hold o—”

  “You will do as you are told, Ms. Wilder.”

  My body tensed at his words, a warm, renewed wetness leaking from my pussy. How did he have this effect on me?

  The finger at my puckered ass pressed tightly against it, the tip slowly sliding in. I groaned, the naughty, toe-curling dirtiness from before flooding my senses as I felt his tongue and fingers on my pussy, licking and stroking as he gently pushed his finger deeper into my ass.

  I groaned from somewhere deep inside of me as I felt him penetrate my virgin ass with his finger, pushing slowly in up to the second knuckle. Fuck, I felt so full, I was in ecstasy. This was so hot, so dirty, and God it made me want it even more.

  Nice girl me had stayed in Boston. I guess you could say nice girl me got left behind in that nightclub bathroom weeks before. Because this was the hot, slutty, new me, letting herself get her ass rimmed and fingered by a much older man on a Paris rooftop. I groaned and let my body quake and roll with the feelings flooding through me. I wanted this, more than anything.

  I bit my lip and pushed slowly back against his finger, groaning throatily as I let it sink deeper into me, all the way to the knuckle into my ass.

  I heard Colin moan behind me “Does my dirty little girl like my finger in her tight little ass?”

  “Oh, yes sir!”

  “Show me baby, open your ass up for me,” Colin growled from behind me, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy and my ass in unison.

  I knew what he wanted. Slowly, I rested my chin on the wood of the balcony edge and reached back to place my hands on my ass.

  “Spread it for me.”

  I whimpered and gripped my ass cheeks with my hands, pulling at them gently to open myself up completely, utterly exposing myself to him. Colin hissed his approval and dove back into me, his wet tongue lapping incessantly at my ass as he pumped his finger in and out.

  I felt myself rumbling inside, rushing headlong down the track with no way to stop it as his pace quickened, deeply fingering both my holes as he licked at my bum. Oh, my fucking God, I’d just cum, and he was going to make me do it again, with his finger deep in my ass.

  I heard myself whimpering, felt my body starting to tense, riding that delicious edge. Then, his voice reverberated through me.

  “Come for me,” he growled. “Come for me now.” His deep, honeyed voice and his words pushed me over the precipice. Quaking, I felt my whole body convulse as I came against his face and his fingers, again, loudly moaning out my pleasure.

  Slowly and gently, Colin pulled his fingers out from my body as he stood.

  Just then, more than anything in the world, I wanted to please him with all of my being.

  13

  Isabella

  Colin groaned as I sank to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him, my blouse open and half hanging off my shoulders, my skirt bunched around my waist. I smiled and bit my lip as I looked up at him innocently.

  I felt a flame ignite within me, blazing through me like a prairie fire. I looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes and brought one finger to my lips suggestively.

  “Please sir, can I suck on your big cock?”

  I smiled sweetly at him as I ran a fingertip over my lips. I watched the dark desire ignite across his face as he looked down at me and it may have been the first time I ever saw shock on his face. I grinned to myself at the effect I had on him.

  He nodded as I shrugged the remains of my shirt off my shoulders and arms, and reached back to unhook my black lacy bra, letting it fall as I arched my back, displaying my perky breasts to his eyes. I reached for his belt, tugging at it. Deftly, I unzipped his trousers, hooked my fingers into his briefs and his pants, and slid them down his legs.

  I groaned.

  God he was so big.

  So perfect.

  His thick cock pulsed in the moonlight and I felt myself getting wet all over again.

  I wanted to worship this cock. I wanted to please him like nothing else.

  I reached up and wrapped my fingers around it, pumping him as I slowly leaned forward and licked just the tip.

  Colin groaned.

  Bolder, I dipped lower, sticking my tongue out and letting it drag from his heavy balls all the way to the crown. He growled, reaching down and gripping my hair in his fist.

  “Open your lips, beautiful,” he whispered.

  I did as I was told.

  “Just like that,” he groaned, pulling my mouth onto his cock.

  I wrapped my lips around him, moaning as he slid his cock deep into my mouth. I reached down to play with myself, my fingers teasing over my clit as I started to suck his enormous cock. He grunted, pumping in and out of my mouth and reaching down to toy with my nipples. I moaned, sucking him deeper and slurping loudly like a good little bad girl for him.

  Colin stopped and reached down to pull me up by my arms. Growling, he shoved me bodily against the glass and kissed me, hard. I moaned into his mouth as his lips devoured me, and his hands roamed my tight body, grasping at my ass, cupping my dripping pussy, and running up to pull at the hard buds of my nipples. He slid his mouth down, biting my neck as he drew down to my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth and nipping at it with his teeth.

  He turned me around suddenly, pressing me hard against the railing as he gripped my hips, pushing his massive cock against me. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was ready to give it to him. Reaching back behind me, I spread my cheeks for him again as I bit my lip.

  “Mmmm... good girl,” he growled in approval, reaching down to pull his cock up between my spread thighs. I shuddered as I felt the fat head slide against my tight, wet lips, teasing me.

  “You’re being such a good little girl for me, Ms. Wilder,” he husked into my ear, running the head of his cock up and down my slit, making me squirm. Slowly, he started to push the head into me, spreading my lips wide, eliciting a cry from my mouth.

  “But...” He let the word hang, his voice getting darker as he froze in his movements.

  “You were a very naughty girl earlier, and you must be punished.”

  My heart hammered in my chest as I felt my body tremble. Oh God, what did he have in mind?

  In answer, I felt him slowly, tantalizingly pull the head out of my soaking little pussy and start to pull back.

  Oh, fuck, was he trying to—!

  Oh my God. I felt the thick head of his cock trail back to slide over my tight puckered little asshole.

  “Colin, hang—”

  Slap!

  His hand came down hard against my ass and I cried out.

  “You will call me sir, Ms. Wilder,” he growled into my ear. “And naughty girls get punished.” He pushed the head up against my tight hole.

  My mind screamed at the sensation of the hot iron of his cock pressed hard and insistently against the tight ring of my ass.

  There was no fucking way that was going to fit back there. But Colin pressed forward, gently but firmly as the fat head of his prick, wet with my pussy, slowly, ever so slowly, began to part my little hole. I bit my lip and grimaced, my brow furrowing as the hard knob slid deliberately and inchingly into my darkest, naughtiest place. He reached under me and found my clit with his fingertips, and began to slowly tease around it as his huge cock sought entry into my tight little ass.

  With one small final nudge of his cock, the fat head finally slipped past my ring, flaring inside my asshole and making me groan gutturally at the sudden feeling of stretched fullness.

  Behind me, Colin growled hungrily.

  “Your little ass is so fucking tight, baby.”

  With a gasp and a high whine in my throat, my brow crea
sed, and I turned my head around to look at Colin as he slowly pushed forward into me, slowly feeding his thick cock up deeper and deeper into my ass. His face was a mask of lust and desire as he stared hungrily down at the sight of his cock prying my asshole wide.

  My breathing came in short, ragged gasps of air as I gritted my teeth against the pain, mild as it was, as his fat, thick cock slowly pushed deeper and deeper into my naughty, forbidden hole. And as he slid into me, seemingly splitting me in two, there was also sweet delicious pleasure, primal and animalistic welling inside me.

  I grunted as I reached back clutching at my ass cheeks, pulling them wide for Colin as he slowly fed his entire length up my tight little ass. Gritting my teeth, I moaned like a filthy, dirty girl, my body slowly letting itself be seduced by the forbidden, illicit pleasure he brought.

  And suddenly, he bottomed out, his thick cock filling my tight ass completely as his heavy balls fell against my dripping pussy lips.

  Holding himself tight against my ass, Colin groaned, his hands running across my back to grip at my shoulders. Panting heavily, my head swam in the dirty, naughtiness of the situation I found myself in. It seemed that every step tonight pushed a new level of my comfort zone, and yet at the same time, also pushed me to a new height in my own screaming desire. I still couldn’t believe that here I was, bent over like a slut, holding my ass open for a much older man as he buried his cock up my ass.

  Even dirtier? I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it.

  I looked over my shoulder at him. “Please…” I breathed out, my eyes wide and pleading as I chewed at my lip. “Please, sir, fuck my ass.”

  Colin growled, his eyes icy as he focused on the tight ring of my ass stretched wide on his thick cock. Slowly, he started to pull out of my gripping, sucking asshole as I moaned loudly in sweet pain and pleasure. He paused, and I groaned, trying to push back on him, desperate to feel him fill me again.

  “Please!” I moaned back at him, feeling myself blush furiously as I pleaded, begged Colin to fuck me.

  “Please, sir, fuck my tight ass with your big cock!” I was begging like a wanton slut now, not caring, simply needing him to fill me, to use my ass for his pleasure. “Please!”

  With a throaty groan, he grunted and pushed forward, inching his thick cock back up my asshole. I moaned in pleasure at the feeling of being filled by him again. Behind me, he slowly pulled back out, picking up speed as he worked to cram his cock back into me.

  My eyes rolled back in my head at the feeling of being utterly filled by this man, to be totally used by him. He grunted his pleasure as he bottomed his cock out of me over and over again, his hips pressing against my hands as I tightly gripped at my ass, pulling it apart for his pounding cock.

  My mind blurred and I panted, feeling the slow build catch fire inside me, growing faster, wilder, my eyes squeezing shut as I cried out at the sensations flooding through me. Reaching beneath me, Colin's finger strummed against my needy and aching clit as he shoved his cock deep in into my ass. I opened my eyes and cried out, gasping as I felt a shiver of shame and lust rip through me.

  Across the way, the couple from the other balcony were very openly watching us, watching me — watching Colin take me. They both faced us, sitting on the edge of the deck chair, legs spread as she slowly slid her pussy up and down the length of her lovers cock. From behind, his hands gripped and cupped at the swell of her breasts, pulling at her taut red nipples as they ground against each other, watching me.

  I moaned, loudly now, as I felt their eyes on me while Colin slid his cock in and out of my ass. I felt the slap of his heavy, cum-filled balls against my bare lips as he pounded me, felt myself clawing at the edge of sanity as my mind reeled at the hot primal sensations tearing through my core.

  My dark, hidden yearnings to feel completely at Colin's mercy, to be his willing submissive, came rushing to the surface, and I cried out loud. I moaned in my pleasure, at how totally free I felt, how unchained and untethered I was as I let my hair fall across my face, sinking utterly and completely into submission. With a throaty moan and a mewling cry from my lips, I held my ass wide open for my boss to fuck at his will. His thick cock drove me quickly to my third orgasm of the night, and I knew that I had officially left the good, uptight girl behind.

  This was the new me, the unbridled me who let herself revel in the dark desires of her passions, who was free to moan and quiver like a slut at the very idea of submitting to this man’s will. I felt the world spin beneath me as I moved my body in quaking crescendo, and just let go — totally free.

  And then, as Colin’s finger slid across my clit and the fat head of his cock wedged itself deep within my ass, with a deep cry and a shudder, my orgasm crashed around me. The wailing clenching quivering explosion of my climax wrenched itself through me. As my body clenched and shook in orgasmic bliss, Colin suddenly gave a heaving growl from behind me. Swelling and pulsing, I felt his thick cock erupt within the tight confines of my ass and he plowed in as deep he could go, unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside me. Groaning his pleasure, Colin bucked against me, his pulsing cock filling and coating the inside of my ass with hot, searing cum as my tight hole spasmed against his twitching girth.

  Across the way, the woman looked back at me, almost shyly now in contrast to her wanton display of raw sexual release from before, and blew me a kiss as her lover led her by the hand inside.

  Colin pulled me back into a standing position, flush against his body as he kissed at my sweat-soaked neck.

  “Welcome to Paris, Ms. Wilder.”

  14

  Colin

  I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed more — had to have more.

  I had to possess her in every way.

  I didn’t leave her room right after, either. Any other woman, and I’d have been out of there. Gone, back to my own world.

  Not with Bella.

  After I’d taken her like that against the glass, I’d scooped her up and brought her inside. I ran a bath in the huge whirlpool tub, and brought her in with me, letting the water and the jets soothe her.

  And then I’d kissed her, and we’d started all over again.

  That time, she rode me slowly, our eyes locked, her small body trembling as she came again and again on my cock. That time, I took my time, making her come more times than she could count before I roared my release into her mouth and filled her with my cum.

  I’d dried her, brought her to bed. I’d even laid with her until I had to go.

  But after that, there was no way I could sleep. After that, she was just…there.

  Deep.

  Hooked in my heart, buried deep inside somewhere I’d never felt before. Not even back with Helen before things went south.

  I’d never felt this, not for anyone.

  And it terrified me.

  It shook the firm, iron-fisted control I kept over all aspects of my life, both personal and business. I didn’t know what the hell to do with a wild card like Isabella Wilder.

  Well, I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to stay with her in that room. I wanted to close my eyes and sleep with the feel of her breath on my chest.

  I wanted to hold her forever.

  Jesus.

  There was no way — no way that would ever work.

  She was what, half my age? Besides that, she was my employee. And then there was the shit with Helen.

  No, it couldn’t be.

  I hated the thought. I raged at the thought, because it wasn’t fucking fair. In Bella, I saw something I’d been looking for, well, forever. But things out of my control kept me from having her the way I wanted.

  I could take her in the dark shadows of her room, claim her body, explore it all with her and show her things she’d never felt. I could draw the moans from her lips, the pleasure from her body.

  But I couldn’t possess her heart.

  And it burned me.

  My heart jumped a little as I saw her come down at breakfast the next morning, my child
ren in tow.

  God she looked good with them. They beamed, giggling and hanging off of her, happy in a way I hadn’t seen them since the crash.

  They deserved this.

  She turned to me and smiled, blushing red; I knew why.

  And I loved it.

  But there was something else on her face.

  Something dark, reserved.

  She brought the kids to the table, getting them settled and ordering from our waitress in perfect French before looking quietly at her plate.

  “Everything okay?”

  She looked up quickly, blushing again as we made eye contact before nodding. “It’s nothing.”

  I glanced at my kids, totally pre-occupied with something animated on their iPad, before I glanced back at her. “Tell me.”

  “It’s nothing, Col— sir.”

  “Last night?”

  My brow raised. I couldn’t have that. Last night had meant a lot — much more than sex. We’d gone past that and I knew we both felt it. But I didn’t want her to have reservations, not about me and not about what we’d done.

  But Bella shook her head, blushing. “No, not— not that.”

  “What?”

  “It’s just personal stuff, you don’t want to hear.”

  “Trust me, I do.”

  She looked up, nodding quietly as her eyes darted across my face. “Okay.”

  “What is it?”

  “My mom, she…” She trailed off. “She might be sick.” Her voice quavered, her eyes watering, and I could tell she was doing her best not to cry.

  “Come with me.”

  I stood, pulling her aside and moving to a deserted corner of the mostly empty restaurant where we could still see the children. “Come here,” I pulled her in, wrapping my arms around her as she sunk into my chest.

  “What sort of sick?”

  “Cancer,” she whispered.

  I tensed, my eyes closing. “Bella, I’m so sorry.”