PRETTY LITTLE MESS

••AURELIA’S POV••

The taste of him lingered on my tongue, salty, thick, addictive. 

I swallowed the last drop with a deliberate gulp, my lips shiny and swollen as I pulled back just enough to look up at him with a wicked little smirk.

"You’re really good at this," I purred, dragging my nails down his chest, over every hard ridge of his abs, before wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. It twitched eagerly in my grip, already swelling again. "But I didn’t hire you just to cum in my mouth." 

He let out a low, rough laugh and tangled his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back firmly enough to make my breath hitch. 

"No," he growled, voice dark with command, "you hired me to fuck you."

That deep, and authoritative tone sent a hot shiver straight to my core. My nipples tightened instantly, and I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache. 

It was useless. I wanted more. I wanted him to ruin me and still make me feel wanted.

I shoved him back onto the hotel bed and climbed over him, straddling his hips.

Grabbing both his wrists, I pinned them above his head, grinding my soaked pussy along his hardening length letting out the hunger I hid for so long. 

"That’s right," I whispered against his ear. "Tonight you’re mine. You do what I say." 

For a moment he let me play, jaw tight, eyes burning with the same hunger similar as mine. But when I reached down to stroke him, his hands broke free effortlessly. 

Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my back and pinned my wrists together above my head with one large hand.

"Not tonight, princess," he murmured, voice velvet and steel. "You’re going to be a good girl and take everything I give you.... This is how I'm going to serve you to till you beg me to stop it..." 

My pulse spiked. I should have fought harder, but the way he held me down made fresh slickness coat my thighs.

He reached for his discarded belt on the nightstand and bound my wrists tightly together, then looped the belt around the headboard. I tested the knots, it is secure, but not painful. Just enough to make my stomach flutter with anticipation.

"Stay," he ordered.

He disappeared for a moment and returned with my small travel vibrator and a lit candle from the side table. My eyes widened.

"Relax," he said, a wicked smile curving his lips. "You’re going to feel so good you forget your own name." 

He switched the vibrator on its lowest setting and pressed it lightly against my clit. 

The sudden buzz made me jerk and moan, hips chasing the sensation. He teased me mercilessly, circling, pulling away, pressing again, until I was panting and tugging at my restraints.

"Please…" I whimpered.

“Not yet princess.... Since you're paying me, I'm going to make you touch the sky of pleasure." 

He tilted the candle. A thin stream of hot wax dripped onto my left breast. 

"Ahhh!" I gasped sharply as the heat bloomed, then cooled into a delicious sting. Another drop landed on my right nipple, then lower on my stomach. 

Each splash made me arch and moan, the contrast between heat and the cool vibrator driving me insane.

He finally slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them perfectly while the vibrator buzzed against my swollen clit. 

I came hard, crying out, pussy clenching around his fingers, but he didn’t stop. He kept teasing me through the aftershocks until I was shaking.

Only then did he untie my wrists, just long enough to flip me onto my stomach and tie them behind my back. 

"I'm moving!" 

He gripped my hips and thrust into me in one brutal stroke.

I screamed into the pillow as he stretched me open. He was so big, bigger than Oliver, bigger than I’d expected. The burn of it mixed with pleasure until my vision blurred.

"That’s it," he snarled, spanking my ass hard. "Let me bury my cock in a hole perfectly made for me, princess." 

The sharp sting made me push back against him desperately. He spanked me again and again until my skin burned and tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked my eyes. 

Every thrust was deep and punishing, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room along with the creak of the bed.

He reached around and pressed the vibrator against my clit again while he fucked me. The dual sensation shattered me. 

I came violently, screaming, my pussy milking his cock so hard I thought I might pass out.

But he didn’t slow down. He kept pounding into me, chasing his own release. 

"Gonna fill this pretty hole," he growled. "Gonna pump you so full you’ll still feel me tomorrow." 

His words sent me over again. My second orgasm crashed through me just as he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan. 

Thick, hot spurts flooded me, so much that I could feel my belly slightly swell before it started leaking out around his cock.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweating, and trembling.

I thought it was over. But a few minutes later, after we’d caught our breath, he pulled out, flipped me onto my back again, and slid back inside my cum-soaked pussy with a slow, and lazy thrust.

"Again?" I breathed, being dazed and smiling.

He just smirked and started a deep, unhurried rhythm. 

The vibrator returned, this time on a lower setting, teasing my over-sensitive clit while he fucked me slow and deep. 

My wrists were loosely tied above my head once more. I moaned softly, body exhausted but still responding to every stroke, every kiss of wax still cooling on my skin.

His mouth found my nipple, sucking gently as he moved inside me. 

The pleasure was warm and hazy now, almost dreamlike. My eyelids grew heavier with every thrust. 

The sensations blurred together, his cock stretching me, the faint buzz against my clit, his low murmurs of praise against my neck.

I tried to stay awake. I really did.

But my body had reached its limit. Pleasure folded over me like a heavy, warm blanket as I drifted off with him still buried deep inside me, gently rocking, his lips brushing my temple.

The last thing I felt was his soft chuckle and the words, "Sleep, my dear pretty little mess. I’ve got you."