~Reynold’s POV~
"It’s yours," Frederick growled softly, a dark edge of satisfaction in his tone. "Take all of my cock."
With a slow, powerful thrust upward, he buried himself to the hilt, filling me completely. A choked scream tore from my throat—"Fuck"—as he drove deep inside me, his body burning hot against mine.
He didn’t move right away. He held me firmly in place, giving my body time to adjust to the intense stretch, a rough breath escaping him. While I trembled above him, his hand slid up my chest. He pinched and rolled one sensitive nipple, sending a sharp jolt through me just as his mouth claimed mine again.
The initial shock of his size slowly began to melt into a burning heat. I stopped fighting the fullness and instinctively shifted my weight, letting out a rough groan against his lips.
"That’s it," Frederick murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Take it, Reynold."
His hands clamped around my hips, and he thrust upward with a deep, heavy roll of his pelvis. The angle struck a spot so intensely sensitive that my vision blurred, a strangled cry muffled against his neck. Every nerve ending lit up, the thick drag of him sliding deep inside sending shockwaves of pure pleasure straight up my spine.
"Fuck—" I gasped, my fingers digging into the smooth leather of his shoulders as he drove into me again, harder and faster.
I spread my legs wider. Frederick’s hand slid around to grip one of my ass cheeks, then pressed firmly against my lower back, spreading me open even more as he pounded up into me from below. Every deep thrust struck that sensitive spot inside me with brutal precision, his thick length hitting my G-spot over and over.
The room dissolved around us. All that remained was the heavy slide of our bodies, the wet slap of skin, and our harsh, synchronized gasps. Frederick was relentless, his hips snapping upward in a punishing rhythm that left me completely helpless in his lap. Yet even in the raw dominance, there was a strange, possessive care; his free hand swept up my spine, tangled in my hair, and pulled my head back so he could claim my mouth in a deep kiss.
I tried to bite back the sounds, my jaw clenched tight, but broken moans kept spilling out of me anyway.
"Huh—ah—" I gasped, the noise tearing free no matter how hard I fought it. My length throbbed uncontrollably, leaking wetly against his stomach with every driving thrust.
I couldn’t stop the sounds. Broken, shameless moans kept spilling out of me.
Frederick’s lips brushed my ear. "Tell me to fuck you harder."
I tried to reach down for my own cock, but he caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them firmly behind my back, holding me open and helpless.
"No," he murmured against my ear, his voice low and rough. "I want you to come without a single touch. Just from my cock."
He fucked me deeper, his hips snapping up hard. The wet slap of skin filled the room. His free hand gripped my hip, pulling me down onto every thrust so he could grind against that sensitive spot inside me.
"You’re so fucking sweet like this," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Taking me so well. I’m going to keep you on my cock all night, Reynold. Stretch this tight little hole until you can’t think of anything else."
"Ah—fuck—Frederick—" I moaned, the words broken and filthy as he drove into me again and again. Every thrust punched another helpless sound out of me.
The pressure built fast and brutal. My thighs shook. I was right there.
"I’m close—" I screamed, my voice cracking. "I’m going to cum—"
He didn’t slow down. He kept slamming into that spot, relentless, holding my wrists tight behind my back while he fucked me right through the peak of it. The orgasm ripped through me hard. I cried out as I came untouched, spilling hot across his stomach, my body clenching tight around him.
Frederick didn’t release his own climax yet. He stayed buried deep, breathing hard against my neck while we both tried to catch our breath.
Then, in one smooth motion, he stood with me still impaled on his cock. He carried me the short distance to the bed and laid me down on my back, never pulling out. The second my back touched the mattress, he started moving again—deeper, heavier strokes that dragged mercilessly over my oversensitive walls.
I was still shaking from the first orgasm. Every thrust felt like too much and not enough at the same time. Frederick kept his eyes locked on mine as he fucked me in steady, relentless strokes, grinding against that swollen spot inside me on every pass. My overstimulated body jerked with each deep drive, and broken, high sounds kept spilling out of my throat.
"Please, wait... It’s too—"
He didn’t stop. He just pushed my thighs wider and fucked me harder, the wet slap of skin filling the quiet room. The pressure built again, sharper and more overwhelming than before. My back arched off the bed, and my cock twitched helplessly between us, still leaking from the first climax.
"I can’t..." I choked out, my voice cracking. "I’m going to cum... again— Fuck... I’m cumming."
The second orgasm tore through me hard. I cried out, my body seizing around him as another wave of intense, almost painful pleasure ripped up my spine. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from how overwhelming it was.
Only then did Frederick’s rhythm turn rough and urgent. He drove into me hard and deep, his hips snapping with raw need. A low, broken groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Fuck—Reynold—"
His body locked tight against mine. He came with a deep, guttural moan that vibrated against my neck, his hips jerking through every pulse as he spilled into the condom. He held me hard, his forehead pressed to mine, breathing raggedly and still rocking weakly inside me while the last tremors rolled through both of us.
I thought we were finally done, but Frederick wasn’t finished. It felt like he was determined to extract every single penny of the money he was going to give me before I left.
"Get on your knees," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.
He turned me onto my stomach, telling me to raise my hips. Quickly peeling off the used condom, he replaced it with a fresh one, coating it thoroughly with slick lube. With his hands firmly parting my thighs and spreading my aching flesh apart, he slid back inside my overstretched hole with one smooth, heavy thrust.
"Ah—" I groaned into the pillows, squeezing my eyes shut. I’ll take every bit of this pain, every ounce of this humiliation, just to get the money, I told myself, clutching the sheets as a bitter resolve settled in my chest. This is the last time.
"We’re not done yet," Frederick murmured, his voice low and dark with unspent hunger. He started moving again, pounding into me from behind with deep, relentless strokes.
Every thrust dragged over that sensitive spot along my front wall. I reached down blindly and wrapped my hand around my aching cock, stroking in time with his hips. The dual sensation was too much, and my body tightened fast.
"Huh—I’m cumm—"
I came a third time with a choked, broken cry, spilling over my fist and the sheets while he kept driving into me right through the release. Only then did his rhythm turn rough and urgent. He buried himself deep with a low, guttural groan and finally came deep inside the condom, his hips jerking against my ass.
When he looked down at me, his eyes still hungry, I knew he was ready to take me again. Panic cut straight through the haze of exhaustion.
"Stop—please," I gasped, turning my head to look back at him. "I have to walk home tomorrow morning. Please. Spare me. Don’t take everything out of me tonight."
Hearing the genuine plea in my voice, he finally slid out of my hole.
I collapsed face-first onto the mattress, my chest heaving as I sucked in ragged breaths. No way in hell am I ever coming back here again, I swore to myself.
"Don’t fall asleep without cleaning up," Frederick murmured.
I tried to push myself up, but my arms shook violently, refusing to support my weight. Seeing me struggle, Frederick didn’t hesitate. He scooped me up into his arms, carried me into the bathroom, and gently lowered me into the shower. He washed me down, treating me less like a guest and more like a helpless, pampered pet.
I didn’t know what he found so amusing. I was utterly exhausted and weak, yet as he washed me, he played with my hair and lightly tapped my cheek, as if he were genuinely enjoying himself. Not once did I crack a smile.
He was wicked. He could have simply given me the money without asking for anything in return. He could have helped me out of the goodness of his heart, but instead, he made me pay for every single cent with my body. And there he stood, smiling like he was perfectly pleased with himself, even giving my bare ass a light, playful spank. I didn’t react. I just stared ahead with a completely blank expression.
Sensing my complete lack of response, the playful look finally faded from his face, and he stopped.
When the shower was over, he grabbed a massive, fluffy towel, gently drying my hair and every inch of my body before slipping a soft, oversized bathrobe over my shoulders. He scooped me up once more, carrying me back out to the large bed.
The moment my feet touched the mattress, I scrambled toward the far edge of the bed and curled up under the covers, putting as much distance between us as possible.
"Do you want anything?" he asked, standing by the edge of the bed.
"I’m fine," I muttered, refusing to look at him.
He studied me for a moment before asking, "Did I do something wrong?"
"You did nothing wrong," I replied quietly, my voice flat. "I’m just tired. I want to sleep."
He seemed unconvinced and asked again if something was wrong, but I kept my eyes closed and gave him no answer.
I hated the way he tried to act like a caring, nice man when we both knew the reality of what he had done. I turned away from him, wishing morning would come faster. I stayed that way, keeping my back to him as silence settled over the room. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I fell fast asleep.
The next morning...