Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Louder,” he says, and I’m crying out again as he changes angle. Deeper.
“I’m a slut! And I love it, Sir. I want it. Fuck me. Use my ass, Sir. Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME!”
His mouth is right against my ear. “You’re a slut that’s worth every fucking penny.”
He lifts himself up, shunts my hands away from my butt cheeks and slaps my ass as he works up a rhythm. God, I can’t help myself. My fingers are straight to my clit in a frenzy, working myself as he fucks me.
“No!” he says and yanks my hand away from me.
I could cry in frustration – the orgasm building inside me is as relentless as his cock.
“Take it, just like you’re told,” he says.
And I do. Like a ragdoll in his grip with his monster cock pounding me. I take it, floating in the pain and pleasure. I’m lost to it as he slams me, as his big balls hit my pussy with every thrust and I’m coming, no fingers needed. Coming like never before. Coming like a true slut as his slams become frantic and I know he’s coming, too. Waves of pleasure ripple through me as he shoots his load, grunting expletives like a savage.
I cry out as he finally pulls his massive cock from my ass, lube and thick, hot cum dribbling from me like he’s been plugging a drain.
I giggle in the aftermath, wincing as I shift to watch him move from the bed. I’m expecting more champagne, or maybe some casual chitchat now he’s unloaded, but his mood shifts as he pulls his jeans back on.
“That was great,” he says. “Excellent performance.”
I feel taken aback a little, because it wasn’t a performance by the end. Definitely not. I wanted it as much as he did.
“How was your orgasm? Did I deliver on my promise?” he asks.
“Incredible,” I tell him, “really, it was incredible. Thank you, Sir. Yes, you, um, certainly delivered.”
He shoots me a side eye with a smirk. “Don’t worry. You don’t need to say Sir now. Finish up the champagne if you want it. It’s all yours.”
The energy has changed, just like that, but I feel in limbo, still thrumming. He’s buckling up his belt while I stare at him.
“I’ll leave you a great review,” he tells me.
“Thank you, S–” I start, then stop myself. “Thanks. That was amazing.”
“Yes, it was.”
He puts on his shoes, and takes his coat down from the back of the door. The leather suits him.
“Enjoy the rest of your night,” he says, checking his pockets for his phone and wallet. I don’t even remember where I put my handbag, still lost in subspace, but he’s fully in control of himself, holding his hand up in farewell as he makes his exit.
And then he’s gone.
Just like that, User 829 is gone.
It hurts like hell when I move to get up, and the duvet is a mess of lube underneath me. Shit. I took it hard. Thank fuck there’s no blood. I give myself a token wash down in the shower before I get dressed, but I leave the rest of the champagne on the mini bar. It seems alien as it sits there. I can’t believe that just a few hours ago he was offering me mouthfuls as I knelt for him.
It’s almost 2.30 a.m. when I leave the room – hence, he’d timed the hours almost perfectly. I grip the handrail of the stairs, and there is still nobody at reception, so I let myself out and walk away. My fingers are still jittery when I order a cab at the hotel gates. I call up the app while I’m waiting, and there it is already. Another glowing five-star review.
Incredible slut. A sweet little fuck toy, who can handle it rough. Her tits look stunning when pinked up from punishment, and her ass is a fucking dream.
The pride feels distant somehow, fading behind the realisation that it meant nothing whatsoever. I was just a whore named Holly to him. A sweet little fuck toy, who can handle it rough.
I’m careful as I lower myself into the cab when it arrives, making sure I take my seat slowly. I’m silent on the drive back to my shitty house share, still thinking about User 829 and what he did to me.
Another notification comes through on the app. The cash is in my account, minus agency fees. Service signed off and completed.
But I don’t want the service to be completed tonight. I’d do it all again, for free. I must be out of my head, but it’s true.
Chapter Seven
I have a message from Orla when I finish my shift next day, asking for a video chat update. My stomach churns all the way home as I think of telling her about my experience with User 829.