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As Yet Undefined
Author: Gabriel Pierce
Fandom: Orgy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Totally AU. Slash. Rape in later parts (not graphic). RPS.
Summary: Paige is a whore. His main client is Jay but when Jay takes him home one day things change and Amir becomes involved. Romance, lust, angst in spades. Could be described simply at smut with a plot.
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Dedications: Christie (My own personal Goddess) and LindaG
thankyou for your patience.
Gabe
As Yet Undefined.
Dark, whores lining the platform wall, prostitutes draped over every available space in the station. Light was dim, sounds of lust, passion, fucking came filled the air. Some people fucked where they stood, others had private spots near by, alcoves around the place, the brave had dark places along the tracks in the tunnel, most jumped onto a train and fucked there, braving the danger of rape and murder. Rape such a strange word in this profession. But the best, the pick of the week got the station house, a floor you could see and even a desk and an old chair, or so I’d been told I’d never made it in there.

I watched him come for me again, ignoring all the other offers as he moved closer, he did this
every week, came for me and then I’d cum for him, we’d take the train fuck like crazy till we reached the end of the line, then he’d ride with me back to here, he always came back with me. Always silent he never spoke. I’d tried conversation a few times but he didn’t seem interested. Fair enough, I could understand that. But still he came every week, every Monday on the dot, same time, he’d even find me at the same place, and It’d got to the point that I’d take no offers for half an hour before hand, just so I’d be ready for him. I wouldn’t even do small stuff in that half hour these days. I could afford not to with a ticket like his coming up.

He paused in front of me, the obligatory wait for a train and I followed him on. The trains these days are darker than the platforms, no lights or flickering dull ones in the aisle. Exposed wires, the smell and sound of sex, love making, fucking. We head down to a corner at the back where there’s a dim light still working. He’s strange, likes to see me when we fuck.. It’s odd. No passengers take this line anymore, I wonder why they keep it running, guess this trade pays enough to those in the right places, pimps. Money grabbing bastards, wish I could avoid mine, sleazy prick, always looking for a freebie. But I make him pay, just like everyone else. Just like this guy, he must blow his pay check every week for this, wonder if it’s worth it. If I’m worth it. Guess that’s up to him.

I go to ask him what he wants this week but suddenly I can’t talk, he’s got me pinned against the wall, driving his hips into me and he’s so hard, guess he’s been waiting for me too. His mouth comes down over mine and I moan. He’s good, fuck, he’s great, give him the need and he’d be a fantastic whore. A whore like me but I wouldn’t want him to do this. I push him away a little.
“So what do you want?” I ask.
“I wanna take you home.”
Silence. I blink.
“What?”
“Home. I want to take you home. To my place, how much? How much extra?”
I blink, take it in. It could be dangerous, but I can’t see him hurting me, he never does. Karl will go ballistic.
“Double.” I offer.
“You sure?”
My eye brow rises of it’s own accord.
“Why shouldn’t I be?”
“No reason, I just…I didn’t think you’d go for it.”
“Well why shouldn’t I? You not telling me something?”
“Should I say no?”
“NO, No! I just, can you do it? Will you get in trouble? I don’t want you to get hurt?”
“Don’t worry, Karl can fuck off and for double the price I doubt he’ll complain. How far is it?”
“Not far, it won’t take long.”
“You never do.” I grin, caress his cock. “Now did you want to wait? Or don’t we have time?”
He moans.
“We get off next stop.”
“Well you might…” sly grin.
I swear he actually blushes. And he’s talking, I haven’t heard him say so much before, never in the whole nine months I’ve been fucking him.

“Here it is. You still sure?”
“I said I’m coming didn’t I?”
He smiles shyly, nods.

He leads me through quiet, deserted streets and I wonder where we are, I’ve never been here before, only heard about this place. Nice streets, lights everywhere, my eyes are smarting at the brightness. Fuck I want my glasses. The houses and apartment blocks are clean of graffiti and muck, shit you can even see the fucking bricks and stuff they’re made out of. He’s leading me up a street, up a hill really, towards a row of perfect apartments blocks and it’s then I hear the ocean in the background. Fuck I’ve been so close to it all my life and never heard it, always too loud where I live sirens, fighting, crying babies that kinda stuff, but here it’s silent, so quiet you can hear it even though it has to be miles away.

I notice he’s taken of his suit jacket now, he’s sweating, guess he doesn’t do this a lot, wonder why he’s doing it now. I can’t not look at his body, broad shoulders, defined, sleek. He’s the best fuck I know about. He glances at me and I realize he’s nervous. Why is he doing this? I mean I doubt he’s going to hurt me, so why the fuck is he bothering? He can shag me anywhere, he usually does so why the sudden change? I want to ask but I’m too scared, if he changes his mind I lose the money and I can’t lose the money, not now, right now he’s what’s keeping me alive.

I stop dead in my tracks when I realize which building he’s going for.
“What is it?” he asks.
I jolt myself out of my stupor.
“Nothing, it’s nothing, nice building, very nice….ahhhh….very nice bricks.”
Stupid! Well what am I supposed to say? He blushes.
“Thanks. Come on, I’m on the thirtieth floor, you’re not afraid of heights are you?”
“Nah.”
Wouldn’t know never been up past two!
“Good, great cause I think you’ll like the view.”
“View?” I blink.
“Yeah, you have to see.”
He opens a solid wood door. Wood fuck me it’s wood! Most things are really freaky plastic now. Come to think of it a lot of the stuff around here is wood. He standing in front of a lift looking back at me, waiting patiently but I can see from here he can’t wait to get me up stairs. Hmmm upstairs, upstairs and the fun’ll begin.

But I’m wrong, we get upstairs and he doesn’t jump me like I expected, he heads straight for the kitchen. I’m left gaping at my surroundings. Wooden front door. Looks like he’s the only one on the entire floor. And I can see white clouds from out the window…or should I say glass wall. This place is huge, I’ve never seen anything like it, my brain can’t even come up with a comparison. Shiny metal, glass, wood. Everything incredible, maybe I was wrong about him blowing his weekly pay check on me, his weekly pay check can probably buy me! Don’t want to think about that, really don’t want to think about that.
“Did you want anything? You thirsty? Hungry?”
“Ahh no, did you want to get on with this…” suggestive look.
He moans, then stops.
“Not yet, have we got time?”
“Yeah I guess so.”
“It’s just, I want to show you around.”
Oooookay. What the hell is wrong with him all a sudden? Show me round? What am I? I don’t get this I really don’t want to be here, I think I should go.
“Why?” is the only thing that comes out of my mouth.
He turns suddenly, blinks then blushes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just…I’m sorry…guess I’m nervous.”
“Why? We fuck all the time.”
“Yeah, but not here.”
Why did he bring me here?
“Do you want to leave?”
He sounds disappointed. I sigh.
“Nah. So show me this view.”
“Do you really want to see it, or would you rather take a shower with me?”
Now let me think??? Umm I’ll take the shower please.
“I think you should show me the bathroom.” I breathe.
He shudders, now this is more like him, he wants to fuck, pity freaky shit got in the way…

Once in the shower all bets are off, he’s got me up against the wall, teasing my hole with his rock hard cock, he’s so hard he’s dripping pre cum round my hole, making me slick with it, and I couldn’t ask for more. I’m begging for him, pushing back, moaning, rocking. His lips are near my left ear, hovering, moaning, god he’s a tease and fuck don’t I love it, makes such a change from the hard fucks I get for the rest of the week. He takes me earlobe in his teeth, penetrates me quick, hard, rough and my legs go weak. Haven’t done it like this in months, since the first time we fucked I think. God he’s worth the money he gives me. Just wish they all were, almost makes me forget why I do this. I’m moaning for him to take me harder, quicker but he’s teasing. Thrusting shallow. FUCK!!!
“Oh god, you feel so good.”
“You’re so tight.” He whimpers.
“Jay? Jay you home.”
He stiffens, swears. Slides out.
“No.” and I’m moaning, wanting him back.
“Jay? Ahh, there you are, can I come in?”
A hand opens the bathroom door.
Blonde/ black hair falls in, then I’m struck by beauty, he’s fucking gorgeous! Is he going to join in? Can I fuck him??? Please?
“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize.” And he’s blushing madly, backing out. “I’ll go.”
“No, Amir wait!” Jay yelps, pulls away from me completely.
A moan of complaint escapes me.
Amir turns his dark eyes on me, oh god he’s beautiful, so fuckable blushing like that.
“You’re busy, I’ll come back later.” Amir’s head vanishes.
“No, Mir.” He gets out of the shower, grabs a towel and heads after Amir.
Fuck I’d chase after that too. Hmm maybe I should.

Grab a towel, dry off, pull it round my waist and follow Jay.

They’re talking in the kitchen.
“Jay who is that?”
“Just a guy I picked up. What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you, I’m so sorry to interrupt.”
He sees me in the doorway and blushes, but he’s looking me over, checking me out. His lips part and I notice a twitch in his pants. Hmm this might be easier than I thought. Jay blinks at me and all I do is give him my best come fuck me look. He moans softly, it’s joined by another soft moan. Amir…I’m still looking at Jay though, I’m his for now, Amir will have to wait. I just hope I’ll be able to get to him later. Jay glances at Amir and I turn my attention on him too, lean against the doorway seductively, hell I’ve had practice, let thwel wel slip just that little bit. He moans louder. I look up into his eyes, asking if he wants me would be a stupid question, it’s obvious he does, he’s so hard now it has to hurt, and I’m so hot right now I might just cum from the tension. Leaning back a little, letting him see how hard I am, letting the towel slide so my leg shows all the way up to my hip, it’s almost coming off without my help. They’re both watching me now, both wanting. I shift my leg and let the towel fall. They moan in unison, but It’s Jay who breaks first, pushes me against the wall kissing me hard, wanting, so hard for me. I moan into his hot wet mouth, tilting our heads and opening my eyes to see Amir, reach out and beckon to him. He moves forward as though entranced. Oh yeah, that’s it, come to me, and I’ll make you cum for me.
Jay’s picking me up, wrapping my legs round his waist, ramming into me. I whimper, Amir reaches out and our fingers touch. I moan, grab his hand, stroke it while Jay bites my neck, fucks me deep, hard, rough. He’s close already and my cocks dripping precum between our bodies, I’m staring at Amir, locking his eyes as he watches us fuck. He’s touching himself, rubbing his hand against his hard, probably wet cock. Concentrating on the head. He starts to whimper and suddenly Jay cums inside me, screaming bloody murder and convulsing like he hasn’t cum in months. Maybe he gets off on being watched by Amir just as much as I do. I hold back…I want to save that pleasure for Amir.

Jay slides out of me, slumps to the floor , letting me find my own legs, but Amir’s taking his place. Pressing against me and I almost cum as his lips come crushing over mine. But he’s softer, gently rubbing into me, driving me crazy I want to fuck, rough, hard, but he’s caressing me. Touching me everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I’m going insane with desperation, barely remembering to touch him. Run my hands over his perfect chest, over nipples hard and erect. He moans softly licking my ear, he’s tasting me, licking my neck, my shoulder, collar bone.
“Please.” I’m moaning. “I want you. Please, please just fuck me.”
He blinks at me.
“I want…”
I wait.
“I want you inside me.”
I could have collapsed at his words, either that or cum right then and ended it all.
“How’d you want it?” I whisper softly, trace his lips with my tongue. “Front, behind?” I offer when he blinks at me. “Hard, soft, slow, quick. I’ll give you anything you want, you just have to ask.”
“B…behind.” He mumbles.
“Fast, hard or slow?”
“I don’t care, just now, now before I…”
“We’ll just go with it, you tell me what you want as we go.” Kiss him deep and he can only moan in my mouth.
Push him gently to the floor. He protests for a moment till he realizes I’m not going to force him down.
“I won’t hurt you, not unless you want me to. Okay?”
He nods.
“Now lay down on your stomach.”
He obeys and I straddle him, lay down slowly, let him feel how hard I am for him. He moans and I begin to tease. Stroke his back, sides, run gentle fingers through his hair. Listen to him groan as I lick down his back, between his arse cheek and to his opening. He whimpers, bucking up into it, desperate.
“Please, oh god that feels so…”
“Like that?’”
He nods. I lick him once more then slide a finger inside him, he tenses immediately then relaxes. Jesus he’s tight. Then it hits me, he’s never done this before, never been with a pro, never fucked a guy, bet Jay’s been trying to fuck him for months. I go gentle, stretching him slowly, flexing my fingers over certain spots, making him whimper, thrash up into my hand. I softly bite his buttock.
“More.” He begs, “I want more. I want you.”
“Shh. I’m getting there, just relax.” I soothe.
He whimpers but lays still lets me touch him, make him whimper for me, shudder, shiver, cry out. Till I can’t take it any more, if I don’t do it now I’ll hurt him when I do, cause I’ll be too mindless to care. In he background I hear Jay stir. Pull him slowly up to his knees, press the head of my cock against his opening coat him with the dripping precum from my cock. He’s moaning, begging, thrusting back hard but I push him down a little.
“Settle baby, you’ll hurt yourself, trust me, take it slow.”
“I want you,” he moans, whimpers. “ I want you now, you feels so good, just please, please fuck me.”
“Shhh.”
Push my cock slowly into him. He tightens, cries out in pain.
“Relax, breathe, just relax, that’s it.” Stroke his back, his hips and he responds, starts to whimper with want again.
I slide in deeper and this time he doesn’t tense, just half screams with pleasure.
“You’re so big.” He moans. “Oh god.”
I lean over his back, drape myself over him, push him into the floor a little so he’s caught between two hard things. He groans. He likes it.
“Want more?” I whisper in his ear.
“Oh god yeah. Oh please.”
“You don’t have to beg baby, I’ll give you anything, anything.” Moaning in his ear.
He groans and I start a longep, ep, lethargic thrusts.
“Oh god, oh yeah.”
I’m moaning now, softly right into his ear. He whimpers and I speed up.
“How’s that?”
He moans, deep in his throat.
“Harder.”
I pull him up a little, just enough to be able to free his cock, stroke it. He’s thrusting back into me. He’s losing it, crying out, moaning, whimper, begging for harder, deeper, faster. And I’m obliging, more than happy to obey his every whim, pumping his cock for him at the same time. He screams, goes enlyenly rigid and creams in my hard, spurting hot cum everywhere, all over my hand and Jay’s kitchen floor.
“I wanna, can I…please I wanna cum in you, you feel so good please…” been so long since I begged without being told to. He moans, nods, pushes back into me. I lose it, jerk, scream and cum so deep inside him, to my surprise setting him off again.

Silence. I look up and right into Amir’s eyes. He looks dazed, flushed, fucking hot. Jay stirs and I turn to look at him.
“Who are you?” Amir pants.
“Paige.” I mumble.
He’s looking at me like he wants to fuck again, but I know he’s all fucked out, maybe later then, hell I’m up for it…more money for me.
“You should be getting back.” Jay mentioned.
Uh oh, he’s not very happy, guess he just realized a fucked the guy he’s been trying to nail for months. Amir looks confused.
“Getting back?”
“He has to get back or his pimp’ll get angsty.”
“Karl’s a prick he can wait a little longer.”
“It’s already been two and a half hours.”
“Has it? Fuck.”
“Pimp?”
“I’m a whore.” Shrug, hey it keeps me alive and fucking these two is no chore what so ever, it’s a pleasure.
Amir’s eyes are wide.
“You just…you’re a whore?”
“Yeah.”
“How much do I owe you?”
“Two and a half, double.” I glance at Amir. “Keep it even, make it three.”
“Three hundred?”
“Three thousand.” I correct.
He blinks.
“Five hundred an hour silver service, anything vanilla you want, double cause he brought me here.”
Looks like he’s having trouble breathing.
“You’re a whore?” he looks hurt somehow.
“It’s just a job, it’s either that or starve.” I snap, “So if you don’t mind I have to get going.”
Take the money from Jay’s hand and head for the door.

Half way down the street when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Whirl round, almost knock Amir off his feet. Would have heard him sooner except I was too busy trying to think how I’m going to get back. We’re under a street light, bleaching colour from his face. He looks hot, flustered. What’s he doing here?
“You…you shouldn’t be out here, not by yourself, you’ll be arrested.”
I shrug, night in a cell, at least they feed you in jail. Not like I haven’t done it before.
“How much…how much for the night?” he suddenly blurts out.
I pause. Fuck me that’d be what ever I ask him. Then I take a mental step back, I can’t, not this guy, I don’t know him, he could fuck me over, steal the money Jay gave me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean, I guess you don’t do that ha? Sorry.” He pauses. “but Paige you can’t walk around out here, you’ll get hurt, is there somewhere I can take you?”
I just look at him.
“Where I’m going Amir, you wouldn’t survive.”
“Can I get you a cab then, there’s plenty round here, they’ll take you where you have to go, where ever it is, I’ll pay for it, just please It’s not safe for you here.”
“Alright.”

Waiting for a new client. It’s Thursday and everyone seems to be fucking but me, but I shouldn’t complain, Jay took me back to his place again so I got another bonus. At this rate I’ll be able to…what the fuck? What’s he doing here? Amir? His two toned hair makes him stand out in the darkness. He’s trying to walk quickly but whores are closing in fast, sensing fresh meat, blood from a recent kill. Rubbish makes him trip and more than one hand reaches out to steady him, then the hands don’t let go. He looks paniced and they move in closer, grinning at each other. I better get moving before someone grabs him and drags him off. Oh they’d pleasure him, these people are experts at what they do, they can make you cum even if you don’t want to, and in this business, you cum and you pay up, regardless of if they want it or not…and they have ways of making you pay. Push away from my spot, glide through rubbish heading directly for him. He looks up and around in desperation at that moment and spots me, relief and desperation splashed all over his face. Till someone pulls a little hard on his arm and he’s pushed against a wall, a man on his knees pulling at his pants. His eyes go wide begging for help. I push the man over, he’s so high on drugs he probably won’t figure out what I did for days.
“Come on Mir.” Put an arm around him, pull him close and head for the nearest exit.
“What’re you doing here? They could have mauled you in there. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I came for you, I would have come sooner, Jay told me where to find you but I was too scared, it’s so dark down there.”
Not much better up here. It’s night. He’s shaking so I pull him closer, find us a park bench. It’s darker around here than some other places, this place is the domain of the upside whores. I can hear the rustles and moans of their work, Amir must too cause he pulls closer into me as we sit.
“Can we go somewhere? Please Paige, I don’t like it here. Can you come home with me? Will you? I’ll pay you whatever it takes, I just want you to come with me.”
“I’ll do whatever you want babe.”
The words suddenly sound wrong on my lips so I pull him into my body, tight against my chest. He’s still shaking. Suddenly the moon breaks in over the metal above us, lights up his face, he’s pale. Guess he scared himself shitless going down there. But why did he? Just to come get me? Why didn’t Jay just bring him? Why make him come down imseimself? Or maybe Jay didn’t want him to come, maybe Jay doesn’t want me to fuck him again. And I intend to fuck him again. I gently stroke his hair.
“It’s alright.” I whisper, rock him a little. “It’s okay now, no one will bother us up here.”
“Can we go? Please Paige, come with me?”
“I’ll come, it’s alright I’ll go with you.” Murmur softly to him, try and get his racing heart to slow. I can feel it hammering through him. “It’s alright Amir, you’re safe with me I promise.” Move to softly kiss him but he jolts away.
“Not here.” He mumbles, but he’s relaxing a little.
“Okay, alright, what ever you want.”
“I want to go home.”
“Alright.” Stroke his back, feel him nuzzle into my neck, making me shiver, fuck I want him.

He’s sitting in his corner of the cab, still shaking after the ordeal he’s been through, why’d he do it? For me? Is he lonely? Seems more likely than him just wanting to fuck. Maybe Jay’s hassling him and he just…just what? I don’t get this! I don’t get these people. They want me to go to their homes. It’s not just straight fucking with them, it’s like they have a hidden agenda or something, one I can’t see, can’t read, not allowed to know about. I don’t like it, they could be playing any game and I wouldn’t know till it’s too late. Fucking hell these two are turning out to be more dangerous than the rapists.

I turn to look at him. I can almost laugh at that thought. He’s shaking, shivering, pale and huddled into the seat. He looks so small and helpless. I sigh, undo my secu bel belt and move towards him, he looks up, eyes pleading.
“S’alright Mir.” I murmur.
Move closer and take him in my arms again. Suddenly a voice speaks above us.
“You are not wearing a security belt, please replace this item around your body or this car will stop.”
I blink up at the black plastic above me head, then ignor it.
“Paige you should…I don’t want to stop…I just want to go home.”
“It won’t stop.” Click the two connections back in place.
“Thankyou for your co operation.”
“See.”
He nods, snuggles deeper into my arms. He’s warm, smells of some old herb or spice I remember from when I was a kid. It’s nice, I like it, soft not over powering like some of Jay’s stuff. I stroke his hair and feel his soft moan in my shoulder. He feels good, his sweater has to be wool, though I’ve never seen wool so I can’t say for sure. It’s soft, dark, a little too big on him. I pull him closer, half into my lap and he doesn’t protest, just relaxes into me.
“You alright now?” I ask softly.
He nods.
“How can you stand it down there?”
I shrug.
“Guess I don’t really pay much attention, just keep out of the way and try and earn money.”
“Hmm.” Soft murmur in the back of his throat.
I pull away a little and he tenses, looks up at me eyes wide and frightened. I wrap one arm round him, reach up and stroke his cheek with my other hand, skin so soft.
“You sure you’re alright?”
He nods.
“More worried about you really.” He whispers.
I laugh. Sounds harsh in the empty silence.
“You don’t have to worry bout me Mir, I can take care of myself.”
Pull him back against my chest again. He relaxes but this doesn’t seem right to me, he seems way too freaked to me. But I guess I shouldn’t care, he’s taking me away from the shit for a few hours, away from Karl and his pestering for more money, me to go gold label. I won’t. I draw the line there. I will not be tied up, dressed up and pissed on. I don’t care how much it earns per hour, I refuse and he can’t make me do it. At least I hope not…

His place is quiet, it’s still huge like Jay’s but it seems different. Softer, smaller, more personal. Huge, deep sofa, soft like velvet. He seems more confident here, there’s more light, but it’s still dim, and it’s clean, it’s all his I guess. His home, his apartment, his floor, his domain. I suppose he should feel more confident here. But he still seems nervous.
“What a drink? I’m having a scotch.”
I blink.
“You have scotch?”
“Yeah.” He’s walking towards a cabnit with glass bottles. “Single malt or double?”
“Ha? I’ve never had scotch before, it’s way too expensive.”
He smiles then, gentle, sh“So “So you want some?”
I nod. He pours two drinks in shallow ges. es. He takes a gulp of his then hands me mine. Finally he sits down, sinking down into the sofa. I sip at the drink, don’t want to waste it. Don’t want to get wasted either, then I’d be vulnerable and way out here, away from home turf, nothing would save me, I’d be dead. And I don’t intend to end up dead. At least he looks more relaxed now, got some color back into his face. He looks up and there’s those big dark eyes again, he looks unsure. Unsure about what I don’t know. Feels like he only planned as far as getting me here. At least that makes me feel a little better, at least he hasn’t planned to kill me or anything.
“You want to sit down?” he asks quietly.
So quiet, so gentle. I find myself smiling down at him, kneeling down at his feet, leaning forward into him. I gently slide between his legs, stroke softly up his thighs. He shivers, eyes half closing, moaning ever so softly. I move closer, putting the scotch on the floor after another sip, lean closer so my head rests on his chest. His sweater is so soft against my cheek and his hands drift into my hair. He feels so soft, soft, warm, safe. It feels safe here. Let one hand stroke his hip, the other slipping up under the sweater. The skin underneath smooth and warm. He moans. Fingers twitching in my hair, softly massaging my scalp.
“Like that?” I murmur, moving up to whisper in his ear, kiss it softly.
“I like you.” So soft.
Reach his nipples are feel him arc into my hands now, teasing. Kiss along his jaw line and he turns his head a little and brings his lips to mine. Soft, warm covering mine. I flick my tongue inside his mouth, briefly taste him. We moan in unison. He tastes so good. Slow, deep kiss. Softly stroking his chest. He’s sighing into my touch. I’m taking it so slow. I want this to last. Him to last. Last time was way too quick. Been thinking about him for weeks. He moans louder as I let my fingers brush over the length of his cock. Then a whimper as I don’t persue it, leave his cock alone and go back to stroking his hip, his legs. His hands are in my shirt, stroking slowly, sensually up my back, pulling me gently closer, then down to my arse and he squeezes me, slides fingers along my parting. He’s got me whringring now. I want him to fuck me so bad, so much that it hurts. But his hands slide up again, rest on my waist. Guess we’ve both decided to play it slow, draw it out, make it last. But fuck it’s intense, hot, gentle and he’s so soft and god fuck I want him so bad. My cock’s throbbing, I can feel him hard against my hip.

It’s so long before any clothing is removed but I’m so close to cuming it’s torture.
“Baby please,” I’m begging, “ No more teasing.”
But he’s cutting me off with a breathtaking kiss, rendering me speechless but fuck it’s intense. His tongue battling with mine, stroking, sucking, flicking across it. Jesus, fuck, please lets get moving before I blow in my pants. Then finally his hands are at the waist band of my pants, unlacing the synthetic second skin. I moan, hips bucking into his hands. He slides in and I swear the room spins, I almost pass out from the heat wave eminating where he’s touching me. He’s groaning, stroking my wet cock. I’m so slick from all the pre cum.
“What do you want baby?” I whisper. “I’ll do anything just please stop teasing.”
“I want you.” Breathing hard and laboured in my ear as he starts a rhythm with his hand, making my knees go weak. Oh god…
“How do you want me?” those words have never sounded so erotic.
“Inside me.” He moans.
I’m surprised, most guys want to fuck you, not be fucked and he’s still new to this, which usually means he wouldn’t let me near him with my dick, but he’s strange, he wants me to fuck him, again…
“Please?” he begs. “ I don’t want to hurt you, I want to feel you.”
So that’s it.
“Babe you won’t hurt me.” I whisper, pull back to catch his eyes. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No.” won’t look at me. “But you know what you’re doing, you’ve been doing it long enough.”
I blink. Pause to think that over.
“Not that I mean, I didn’t mean to say…you’re not a slut Paige.”
I smile at him softly, touched by his discomfort that he may have offended me. I’m not offended, it’s the truth.
“It’s alright Mir, I get it. But still, you won’t hurt me, I get fucked all the time, people are rough.” He looks away but I reach up and caress his cheek. “You won’t break me Mir.”
He glances at me, looks away again. I lean in and kiss him softly, make him moan.
“Now what do you really want?”
“I want you inside me.” Then he looks away again. “If that’s alright with you, you don’t have to…”
“I’ll do anything for you.” I purr, stroke his cock through his now open pants. He moans hard, loud.
“Then fuck me.” He begs.
I nod.
“Whatever you want Mir.” Moan softly in his ear as he concentrates on my dripping head. “Now,” moan. “How’d you want it? Front, back, hard,” pump his cock, he whimpers. “ or soft.” Feather light strokes designed to send him crazy. He groans.
Wait for him to answer but I think he’s forgotten the question, kissing me again, deep, hard. I chuckle to myself, pull gently away.
“So?”
He blinks.
“How’d you want it?”
“Front, I want to be able to touch you this time.”
“You can touch me.” I promise, carefully peeling off his pants.
He moans then suddenly stops. I freeze, did I do something wrong? Is he angry? Am I safe? He must have realized he startled me cause he reaches out and strokes my shoulder.
“It’s alright, bedroom?”
I sigh softly, relieved.
“I wouldn’t hurt you Paige.” He murmurs.
I want to believe him, I do, but really it’d be stupid to think I’m safe just because he says that. It proves nothing. So I move back, stand up. He looks gorgeous sitting there, sprawled out, cock glistening with moisture. That reminds me of one thing I want to do before we get down to fucking. Or maybe not, maybe later, I think he’d cum if I sucked him right now. He stands slowly reaches for my hand and leads the way into another room.

His bed is enormous. Covered in dark blue soft fir like material, he pulls it back and I see the gloss of black satin underneath. A moan escapes my lips, oh god I’m dreaming, this isn’t happening, only the most expensive whores get this kind of treatment. He moves round behind me, arms reaching up round my chest, his hands are so soft, gently pulling my shirt up over my head, kissing, licking down my back, and I’m frozen in awe of the bed, the room, too struck by the soft dark beauty to respond in more than soft moans. He doesn’t seem to mind, he seems to like showing this off for me. And it’s not like Jay showing me his ocean view, that was bragging, this is different, I don’t know what it is but it’s nice, it’s more like sharing. He has trouble with my boots and I’m jolted back to reality, I’m here for a reason, even if I don’t know what that reason is really. I laugh softly, crouch down to help him, our eyes meet and I can’t stop myself from kissing him, soft, deep. Thanking him for showing me this, for wanting to fuck here. Now if only we could make it to that beautiful bed. The image of him naked and asleep in it flashes through my brain. Oh god…must control myself. I suddenly realize he’s turned a light on at some point and it’s glowing soft and orange in the ceiling like an open flame. I blink up at it, I’m completely in awe of my entire surroundings, including Amir as I begin to slowly undress him. Removing his soft woolen sweater, finding him naked underneath. Kiss him slowly, deeply, moving down his chest, sucking his nipples, eliciting gasps of surprise and pleasure as I bite down gently. His hands bury in my hair as I rock against him, making sure I stroke his cock with my body. Bring his leg up so I can rub his cock harder. He moans, whimpers, thrusts into me wantonly. At this rate we’re still not going to make it to the bed. Push him backwards then down onto the soft mattress. He moans and I feel his cock pulse, fuck he’s so close. I don’t waste any more time, push two fingers inside him, feel him buck up into the obvious pleasure. He moans, kisses me harder. I press another finger inside him, stretch him as quick as I can. He’s rocking into me now, rocking, bucking. He can’t wait any longer and neither can I. I pull my fingers out, replace them with my cock. He moans, falls back ast tst the bed, pulling me further into him. I whimper, trying not to cum. Despite our bodies sweating, making us slick and slide against each other we fuck slow, slow and deep. He’s kissing me, stealing my breath and I’m fucking him harder, faster, losing my control.
“Fuck Mir, jesus you feel so good, so tight, so hot, oh god.”
He rocks up to meet me, inner muscles pulsing and I fist the blankets around us in the bid not to cum. Thrust in, pull out, thrust, rough. His back arcs and I slip and slide inside him, the sound of out bodies pounding together. He pants, moans, whimpers and finally screams, creaming, exploding between us with a river of his cum. I lose it completely, don’t ask for permission, thrash inside him, pound him hard, deep, fast. Cum so hard I see stars, his face flashiehinehind my eyelids.
Then nothing but out hearts pounding, hammering in my ears. His chest heaving underneath me, fighting for breath. His eyes are closed and he’s still moaning, whimpering as I slide out of him soft. I roll away and lay beside him, pressed up close against his body. I’m slick with sweat, drenched in it, smelling of him.
“Stay.” He breathes and I nod, letting my eyes close and I allow myself to drift off. Safe in the knowledge that he’s just as exhausted as I am.

Wake some time later with my head pounding. My body feels so weak, guess it has been awhile since I ate and fucking Mir last night was pretty intense. I yawn, finally opening my eyes in my warm dim surroundings. Amir has gone, I’m alone in the bed. Part of me doesn’t want to get up, just wants so go back to sleep and let this beautiful dream continue, but it can’t I have to go back to reality, Karl must be freaking out. I’m his highest paid whore and I’m not there. Roll over and stare sleepily at the doorway. Door open, inviting me to leave. Maybe that’s a hint, maybe he wants me to leave. Fuck I spent the night, I really don’t want to push this any further. So I stretch, slide my tired arse out from under the heavy warm covers and let my bare feet hit the plush carpet. Another thing I like about this place, Amir has carpet, Jay has a hard wood floor. I sth ouh out fully, feel muscles tense then relax. My stomach grumbles and I wonder how long before I can get home and eat. Wonder if any of my foods left after last night, fuckers probably went through my stuff and ate it all. Oh well at least I should get plenty of money for doing this. I frown, I don’t want to take his money. It feels wrong some how, like I’m taking advantage of him. I shake my head to clear the insanity. He brought me here, we fucked, I get paid. So why does it feel all wrong?

I notice suddenly that someone’s standing in the doorway. I’m so stupid, going off in my own little world thinking, it’s not safe here. I don’t know him, he could kill me, I’m in the middle of nowhere, I don’t know how I’m going to get out and fuck I can’t believe I spent the night here! I fell asleep in a strange place with no weapons to save myself if he turned out to be a freak. He could have killed me while I slept, either him of someone else who showed up. What the hell am I doing? What the fuck stupidity did I concoct to suddenly forget all that Karl taught me about this business? I’m an idiot and I have to leave…now!
“Morning.” He murmurs.
“Yeah…hi.”
He blinks.
“Are you alright?” sudden concern. “Are you hungry? I have food.”
“I should be going.” I tell him, reaching for my clothes on the floor.
“Will you get in trouble? They weren’t hurt you will they?”
“Who? Karl?”
He nods. I shrug, but I’m not looking forward to the thrashing I’m going to get.
“Please, stay and eat. You must be hungry.”
He looks me over, still half naked, lacing up my pants. I pause ….I am hungry and it will cost my money if I have to buy it later. Maybe I could stay, just for a little while longer.
“Yeah okay.” Look up at him and he smiles.
He pauses then moves into the room, gliding up to me, stopping so close to me I can feel his body heat, smell him. And he smells so good. I lean forward, kiss him softly, hear him moan, pull me closer. Finally he pulls back.
“Did you sleep well?”
I nod, fuck I haven’t slept so well in years, if ever. He leans in and I pull him close against me, like the feel of his body, the clothes he wears. He’s wearing a gray shirt and black pants today. Reach up under the shirt to stroke the skin at his back. He shivers, looks up, eyes hot but he pulls away.
“You should eat first.” He murmurs.
I nod, follow him out of the luscious room.

He’s sitting so close to me as I eat, watching me, as if to make sure I eat all of it. I freeze, what am I doing? What if this is poison? Drugs? I could be so high in minutes I would forget who I am, what I’m doing and how to get away. Hell I might not even want to get away. But that wouldn’t be any drug, that’s just me, I want to stay here, I like this place, I feel safe here even though every five minutes my brain is screaming warnings at me. It’s not like home. Home? Do I have a home? More like a personal ditch in the dark. This, this is a home. His home.
“What is it?”
I blink at him, he looks so unsure, so nervous still. I can’t stop my hard reaching out and stroking his face.
“Nothing, nothing’s wrong I was just thinking.” Murmur softly to him.
He smiles, reaches over and grabs a piece of toast from my plate. I pause, wondering if he means to feed it to me himself, but he bites into it, eats it. I almost laugh with mixed relief and self degration. Here I am thinking about me when all he’s concerned about is feeding me and seeing that I’m comfortable here. I never realized I was so selfish. He stops and blinks at me.
“What?”
And I realize I’ve been staring.
“Nothing.” I shake my head, pushing the plate away.
I should really be going.
“Did you want a shower?” he offers.
I blink.
“With you?”
He shakes his head.
“You don’t have to fuck me all the time.” He murmurs then suddenly looks away.
Okay now I know something’s wrong here. He’s keeps offering me things.
“What is it?” I demand. “What do you want from me?”
He pulls away a little. So I was right, he does want something? But what? I don’t get this, it’s all wrong. I’m supposed to fuck and then leave, most people don’t want you around after they’ve cum. So why’s he different, what’s he want?
“I…” still won’t look at me. “I want you to stay.”
“Oh, you wanna fuck again, that’s alright.”
He’s silent awhile and I blink again…this is so not right, something is so wrong here.
“Can you stay? Do you want to stay?”
Want to stay? Now there’s a conflicting answer. I like it here, but I’m not sure, it’s not safe, but on the other hand it’s safer than where I usually sleep. But I should be out earning money, Karl must be freaking. But fuck Karl. I only whore myself so I can eat and have a place to sleep, and if Mir’s giving me all that why not stay? Just for a little while. And he’s alright, he’s sweet, soft, gentle. Haven’t had those things for so long. I want them, I want him.
“Yeah,” touch his arm. “Yeah I want to stay.”
His face lights up.
“Do you want a shower then? I’ll find you some clean clothes.”
I smile back.
“Yeah alright, if you’ll take one with me.”
A look of desire passes over his features and he nods.

Fucking him in the shower is slow, wet, hot. His hands all over my body, pressing me into the wall and I’m moaning, touching him all over, exploring every inch of him. I want him. Want him to fuck me. I pull back from his lips, the long drugged kisses, tease his nipples, stroke his cock. He’s moaning. I push him up against the other wall, turn the tables and drop to my knees. He whimpers as I lick his cock, his hands fisting in my wet hair. Go down on him hard, feel his knees go weak, he half moans half screams in pleasure as I suck him in all the way, deep throating him hard. He twitches moans.
“Paige please…I want you to fuck me…please Paige.”
I stop, pull back.
“Why don’t you fuck me babe?” I offer.
He whimpers, shakes his head. I shrug, begin to suck his cock again. I want him to cum in my mouth , feel how good it is to be inside me, maybe then he’ll fuck me. And jesus fucking christ I want him to fuck me. My arse is just begging for his cock. Speed up, slow down. Make him cry out, call my name in pleasure but make sure he doesn’t cum yet, want him to explode when he cums want him to not be able to move for hours.
“Please Paige. Fuck I wanna cum. Stop teasing.” He’s begging now and I have to give in, have to obey what he wants, I just can’t not do it. Been obeying people for so long I just do it without thinking now. Graze my teeth lightly over his tip and swallow his fast, suck hard as he explodes in my mouth, screaming my name.
He slumps forward and I help him slide to the floor. He reaches up, pulls me to him for a long, drugged kiss. He’s moaning softly.
“Like that?” I ask quietly when he lets me go to breathe.
He looks up, kisses me hard suddenly.
“I just like you.” When he lets me go. Then he strokes my cock, soft, sure strokes, driving me wild. I’m withering on the tiles, pushing my cock harder into his hand, but suddenly he stops.
“I want to taste you, can I?”
I can only moan in response, nod, then whimper. He sucks me slow, deep, so gentle but fuck so hot. My hips are bucking, fucking his mouth, his hands caressing my legs, cupping my balls. I can’t take much more of this.
“Mir I’m gonna.”
Whimper as he sucks harder, takes me into his throat. Oh god, oh fuck, I’m gonna. Fist my hands in his hair and lose it. Explode, cum in his mouth. He chokes a little, pulling back but he swallows, licks at the overflow on his lips and chin. Oh gooood…

He finds clean clothes for me to wear, a pair of his pants and the woolen sweater he was wearing yesterday. It feels like heaven, smells like him. He’s watching me.
“It’s wool.” He murmurs. “Do you like it?”
I nod. Fuck yeah. He smiles. We’re sitting on the sofa in the living room, sitting so close we’re pushing against each other, all for no reason. He doesn’t move and neither do it. He feels too good. So warm and smooth, can’t stop my arm reaching out and around him, love the feel of his smooth skin under my hand as I slide it up under his sweater. He moans softly. Fuck, we’ve fucked already this morning but he doesn’t seem to be able to get enough, fuck I know I can’t get enough of him. Suddenly there’s knocking at the door. He almost jumps off the sofa in fright, it doesn’t matter cause I’m right behind him.
“Mir? Amir are you home?”
Fuck it’s Jay. He seems to get even more nervous, looks at me then stops.
“Go wait for me in the bedroom.”
I frown but nod and obey.

Can’t hear what they’re talking about, can just hear their voices. But it doesn’t sound good whatever it is. Suddenly Amir bursts in, slams the door. I blink up at him, he looks furious, but when he notices me sitting on the bed he smiles slightly.
“I have to go. Will you stay till I come back?”
“I don’t know.” I frown.
“Please, I don’t want to go back down there to find you again.” He looks haunted suddenly.
“Alright Mir.”
“I shouldn’t be long, there’s food in the kitchen and you can do whatever you want, there’s a tv in the lounge room.”
I only blink at him. What the fucks a TV? He moves closer, leans down and kisses me long and hard. Hmm I don’t mind waiting for that to come back at all.
“I’ll see you later.” He murmurs against my lips, then shrugging into a jacket he leaves.

I’m asleep when he returns. It’s late in the night. I was tempted to leave after he did, but then I remembered he hadn’t paid me and I had no way of getting back. So I’m still here.
I jolt awake to the feel of his fingers caressing my cheek. He looks tired. I’m sprawled out on the sofa and he’s sitting beside it, watching me, looking down with a tired smile. Wonder how long he’s been sitting there, looks like awhile.
“Hello.” I yawn.
“Hi.” Soft smile. “Sorry I was gone so long.”
I only nod then nuzzle into his hand, it feels so good. His smile widens.
“You hungry?” he asks. “Personally I’m starving. Haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
And he’s getting up and moving away, disappearing into the kitchen. I yawn, force my tired body to sit up, get up then follow him. He’s standing in front of an open cupboard and I can’t resist moving up behind him, wrapping my arms round him and leaning into his perfect body. He leans back, sighs.
“Thankyou for staying.” He whispers.
I nod, nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his scent, lick him softly. He tastes of fear. I pause.
“Where did you go?”
“I had to go into work.” Then silence, guess I really shouldn’t have asked. Don’t know why I did really, it’s not like a care or anything.
Eventually he gives up looking in the cupboard and calls someone to bring him food. He asks me what I want but all the things he reads out are foreign to me so I shrug. It’s food, who cares how it tastes. He leans into me after he makes the call, resting his head on my shoulder, arms sliding round my body, soft, lethargic. Reminds me of this morning. I stroke his hair, he’s tired, leaning into me like his legs won’t hold him up any more. After awhile I gently pick him up, carry him to the sofa and lay him down, sit by him stroking his face, his hair and shoulders. He murmurs something incomprehensible then falls silent, breathing becoming regular. I lean forward, let my head rest close to his and close my eyes, feel myself begin to drift off again.

Food arrives and we drag ourselves up long enough to eat then stumble into bed. I wonder for a minute if I’m being stupid, if this is really safe, if it’s what it seems. But I don’t know what it seems. Its’ too confusing and I’m too tired to care right now. Only care that Amir’s pulling me closer, both of us naked, nuzzling closer for warmth, then nothing but warmth, darkness and his soft body. Sleep….

I wake moaning, so painfully hard it’s like my cock is on fire. Mir’s sucking me, drawing his tongue along the upside of my cock. I shudder, groan, back arcing into the pleasure. Oh god he feels good.
“Fuck me.” I plead, “Please Mir fuck me.”
His hands slide up my legs, cup my balls then two fingers move back, penetrate me. I whimper, pushing down hard into the pleasure, wanting more, wanting his cock.
“Please.” I beg.
He releases my cock.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh fuck yeah.”
“I don’t want to hurt you Paige.”
Nudge him till he slides up my body.
“You won’t, please you’re hurting me not fucking me. I want you so bad Mir.”
Kiss him desperate. He slides another finger inside and I growl with want, bucking into him hard. He bites softly on my lip, still unsure.
“Please Mir, fuck me.”
Finally he nods. I wrap my legs round his naked body, pull him closer as he slides his fingers out slowly. I force him to shift, move him into the right position. Oh god oh fuck he’s going to do it. I’m almost cuming just from the thought, the feel of his panted breath on my neck. He wants this too, he’s so hot for me, so hard. I rock up, push him into me and he thrusts. Silence. Then he whimpers as I moan.
“Oh god.” He moans, bites into my neck. “Oh god you feel so tight, so hot.”
He thrusts gently and we both groan.
“Harder.” I beg, rocking up to meet his downward thrust.
But he ignores me, takes me slowly with long lethargic thrusts. I can’t stop him, he won’t speed up, I can only rock into the drawn out pleasure, beg for him to take me hard. I whimper. Slow, deep, he’s touching me in places I’ve only thought about, brushing his head over them. I groan, fall back into the mattress, grip him tighter with my legs, try and pull him deeper. He kisses me hard, letting his desire slip through in the kiss, he’s so close to losing it, so close to fucking me hard, rough. If he could ever get rough.
“Please, harder, fuck me harder. You won’t hurt me, please Mir, harder.”
He slams into me as I take his ear into my mouth, bite softly. I moan, feel him shudder. We slam into each other, thrusting hard, deep and each thrust brings him closer to losing complete control, he’s still holding back, I want him to lose it, fuck me as hard as he can, cum inside me.
“Harder.” I breathe. “Harder Mir, harder.”
He whimpers and I tighten my inner muscles, massage his cock. That’s it, he’s gone, thrusting hard, fast, slaming into me, so deep into me. I scream, moan his name, fuck him back so hard our flesh pounds together roughly. Feel him shudder, shake, moan and grip my shoulder, bite my neck and scream my name. Close, he’s so close, nudging me over with him till we’re both screaming. Then hot, white, screaming bliss as he explodes inside me, thrusting me over the edge in a final endless scream, feeling him bite deep into my neck. Then convulsions, feeling our bodies slide down in the rapid decline of exertion, leaving us both shaking and weak. He’s rocking slowly inside me, letting the pleasure last, slowly drain away. We’re like that for ages, him laying exhausted and panting on top of me, my body trying to regain control of itself, lost in the pleasure of him. It was so good, better than I’ve ever had, better than I imagined it could ever be. Finally he slides out, lifts his head to look at me, I kiss him softly then let him fall back against me, his head resting on my shoulder again, his breath on my sensitive neck, making me shiver. After awhile I reach up and stroke his hair.
“You were beautiful,” I murmur “That was perfect.”
“You felt so good.” He whispers.
I hold him tighter, caress his back. He’s damp all over, sweaty from our fucking but he still feels perfect to me, clean and smooth. I let my eyes close, doze with him still in my arms, feel him relax completely, breathing become regular again. Perfect, everything feels perfect.

I’m still here the next morning, wake up facen onn on my stomach, his hot breath in my ear, kissing softly, gentle on my neck, delicate bites. Draping himself over me and we’re both naked, naked and turned on, his hard on sitting in the cleft of my arse. I’m moaning within an instant of becoming conscious. He feels so good. He’s teasing me, stroking me everywhere, licking in a solid, wet, hot path down my back.
“Oh god Mir.”
“Morning.” He breathes, the tip of his tongue reaching the top of my arse.
Then lower, flicking, probing and my whole body bucks up off the bed.
“Fuuuuuck!” I gasp, griping the pillow under my head, moaning his name.
Where the fuck did he learn that? Then I remember, I did that to him the first time we fucked. Guess he liked it. He’s probing with avengance, driving me wild, almost to screaming. My rock hard cock grinding into the satin sheets, creating an amazing friction, pushing me further. Then his fingers probe me, slow, twisting, flexing, touching me in places I can only dream I touch him. I’m screaming now, I can’t stop, he feels so good, so incredible and I never want it to end. But I want him inside me, want him to fuck me again. Want it so bad it’s starting to hurt. But I’m not going to beg this morning, I can be patient, let him take me at his own pace, but that pace seems set to push me into insanity. I bite the pillow hard and suddenly he’s breathing in, nibbling on my ear. I moan.
“What do you want Paige?” he whispers.
I can only moan as he flexes over a certain spot, whimper when I can’t thrust back into his hand. His sleek, warm body pushes me down. He thrusts his fingers roughly. I groan desperate.
“What do you want Paige?”
“You, fuck me you.” I plead, arcing up under him in a silent beg.
“You want this?” slides his cock between my cheeks.
I buck, moan, beg for him, all thoughts of holding back flying straight out of my head at the feeling of his wet cock sliding so close to there.
“Where do you want it?” he breathes.
“Inside,” he half thrusts, not inside me, “I want you inside me, please Mir.”
“You want me to fuck you.” He teases, the head of his cock sliding round my hole.
I nod, moan, push back but he moves it away.
“Please Mir, please.”
“I want to fuck you too.” Confession so hot it should be sin.
He moves closer again, so close I’m straining to push him inside me, the tip resting just, right there…then suddenly he stops. I groan in protest. He leans forward. Mouth so close to my ear, resting against the tender flesh of my neck. He’s breathing hard, he wants me. So hot for me. So why’s he stopped?
“Paige.” Voice painted with desire, lust.
“Mir please.”
“Will I hurt you?” he whispers, so unsure.
I smile into the pillow, filled with warmth, shake my head.
“You won’t hurt me Mir, please, I want you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” reach back, find his hand, stroke the fingers. “You won’rt mrt me Mir.”
He holds me close, gentle, then slowly pushes inside me. My body arcs and a silent scream forces itself to my lips, caught in my throat. FUUUUCK!!! Fuck fuck fuck. He feels so hot! Oh god, fuck, oh god I’m gonna. I can’t, not yet, please not yet. Bite down ruthlessly on the pillow.
“Paige?” soft voice.
“Oh fuck.” I moan, “Oh god Mir you feel so good.”
Words dripping off my tongue. Gasping for breath. Moaning. He kisses my shoulder softly, thrusts deeper. I buck back into him, driving him deeper, his moan a desperate plea in my ear. He can’t control himself, he wants to fuck me harder, deeper, rougher.
“Harder.” I beg.
He thrusts deep, hard and we both groan, gasp for air, my hands clawing at the pillow.
He slows, thrusts deep, long, touching my most sensitive place, rubbing my chest into the bed, sending flames of fire down from each nipple, making me tingle, my cock fucking the satin sheets, the friction silky and rough at the same time. My whole body is on fire, inside, out, pleasure, him breathing hard, hot in my ear, biting my neck, my shoulder, more friction, more pleasure and I can’t stop the screams tearing from my throat. Fisting the sheets in an effort, a grand effort not to cum, biting the pillow and crying out his name.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Fuck Paige, oh god…you feels so good.” Whimpering. “I’m gonna, I wanna…oh fuck.”
And I’m moaning with him, rocking, fucking, tears spilling from my eyes, wanting him to…oh fuck he’s hitting me there, there fuck there fuck oh god oh fuck jesus…screaming his name now, begging for release, trying not to cum, trying to ignore the pleasure shooting from my chest and cock, but it feels so good, he feels so good, so hot, so hard, so goddamned big. He lifts my hips an inch and the head of my cock glides over the satin. Oh god that’s it, I can’t take it any more.
“Mir, Mir please…”
“Cum for me, fuck I want to feel you cum.” So hoarse and sexy my head flies back and I lose control, exploding a river of hot wet cum all over his sheets, fisting the pillow like I’m going to tear it apart and feel him explode inside me, so far up inside me. Then I’m jerking, shaking, slumping into the mattress with him falling over me, panting curses in my ear. Crying, sobbing air into my lungs, feeling starved, suffocated. Mir isn’t moving, I can feel him still inside me. Moan. I’ve never felt anything like it, it’s like he fucked my whole body, not just inside me, not just my arse, my whole fucking body. Everything tingling, shaking.
“Jesus Paige, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, didn’t mean to be so rough, I’m sorry.” Whispering harsh in my ear, kissing me softly, gently.
I can only moan. Fight to breathe. He pulls away, slides from me with a moan and rests down beside me. His hand stroking my back.
“I’m so sorry.” He sounds like he’s the one in pain.
Force myself to look up, turn slightly and look at him, tears still leaking from my eyes.
“God I’m sorry.” He sobs.
“Mir it’s okay.”
He just sobs again.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Over and over.
Pull him closer, close into my body, into my arms.
“Shhh. It’s alright Mir. You didn’t hurt me. It’s alright. Shhh.” Rock him gently like I did the first night. “Shh, it’s alright.” Stroke him all over. “You didn’t hurt me, it’s alright Mir, I’m alright.”
Stroke hair away form his face so I can see him. We’re both still hot, still sweaty.
“It’s alright.” I murmur.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He finally looks up, straight into my eyes.
“Baby you didn’t.” caress tears away.
“You just felt so good.”
“You didn’t hurt me, babe I came a river over your beautiful bed, I doubt I would have done that if you’d hurt me.”
He laughs softly.
“You sure.”
Hug him tight.
“Sweetheart I’m sure.” Kiss his temple. “I’ve never felt so good or cum so hard in my life.” Laugh softly with him. “I think I ruined your sheets.”
“I doubt it,” Melts into my body. “But I don’t care if you did.”
Finally he relaxes. Exhaustion overcomes us and I drift off with him held tight in my arms.

“I have to go out.” He murmurs when we wake much later. “Did you want to come with me?”
I pause. I would like to go with him. I don’t want to be without him. But why? Why is it suddenly hard to imagine leaving here? Being somewhere else? Being back in the station. It seems like another planet. Maybe this is a dream, maybe I’ll wake up in a ditch having discovered someone slipped me a really fancy, really good drug. In that case I don’t want to wake up. But if this isn’t a dream, if this is real, if I am here, and why am I here? Doesn’t seem like I’m just here to fuck, yesterday we spent most the day on the sofa, wrapped up in each other, eating, talking about stuff. Stuff I’ve never heard about, like tv. Pretty pictures on a really cool screen. Being warm, feeling safe, loving the feel of his body, the way it moved in my arms, against my chest, my hips. How he’d fall silent and lean into me, nuzzle against me till he fell asleep. Perfection. This is perfection, he’s perfection. But why am I here? Why’d he bring me here? Why doesn’t he want me to leave. And I know he doesn’t want me to leave. Keeps offering me food and a warm place to sleep and money and whatever I want. It all just keeps going round in circles, what does he want from me? Do I really care?
“Yeah I’ll go with you. Where we going?”
“I want to get some new clothes. You could help me choose…?”
Hmm him naked in a store some where. I like the image. Even though he’s naked with me right now. There’s something erotic about him naked in public, not whoring though. I’d never, never ever want to see that. The image alone makes me sick. He nuzzles against me and my arms tighten without thought.
“I could use a shower first though, I’m still all sweaty. Want to take one with me?”
Confident but still not sure. I stroke his shoulder softly.
“Yeah alright, mind if I wash you?”
Now where the fuck did that come from? Why would I want to wash him? What’s wrong with me?
“You can do what ever you want to me.” But then he whispers. “I’d like that though.”
Kiss his temple. I like kissing him. I like touching him. I like fucking him. Now hang on that’s a damn understatement. I love fucking him. I love how he fucks me. I love how he reacts when I fuck him, love the way he begs for it, aches for it. Makes my feel like the center of the universe. Or at least his universe. Lean down and softly kiss his lips, feel him respond immediately without a moments hesitation. Open for me, let me gently stroke his tongue with mine. He moans, soft, delicate. There’s no lust here, we’re both too warn out for that, this is just…this is something else. I just wish I knew what.

Warmth as his side presses against me.
“You ever been around here?” he asks quietly, looking up and directly into my eyes.
“Now how would I manage that?” I demand, a little too harshly. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I don’t belong here, this is his world. Money, fancy clothes and food. I shouldn’t be here, I should be getting back to the station, Karl’s probably in hysterics by now. Probably thinks I’m dead.
“You alright?” he asks softly.
“I should get back.” I explain quietly.
“Back? You want to go home?”
I nod.
“But not your home, I should be getting back to the station, Karl’s probably frantic.”
“Why cause you’re not there for him to whond fnd fuck?” he snaps.
I freeze. Blink at him, can’t believe he just said that.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” He sighs. “I don’t want you to go, I don’t like the idea of you down there. Paige I’m sorry.”
I’m still blinking at him.
“Why not?” I ask. “Why don’t you like me down there? I’m a whore Mir, it’s what I do.”
“But you don’t have to. You don’t have to do that, you don’t have to go back there, ever.”
“Don’t fuck with me Mir. I don’t belong here, I’m only here because you want me here, not for any other reason.”
He won’t look at me.
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, I won’t force you to stay.”
I don’t say anything. Refuse to look at him, speak to him. I don’t want to think about what he’s saying. I can’t stay with him. I can’t. I don’t belong here. And I’m only here until he tires of me, I’m just a toy, a new, shiny one for him to play with and get sick of later.
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