Ecstasy Captured, page 2
“There they are,” she says, tilting her head toward the corner of the bar where two men sit in a round booth. I freeze as my entire body absorbs what I see before me. Oh my God. He’s insanely gorgeous.
The man who looks bored and annoyed is slightly facing the bar and has my full attention with his dark black hair, nicely trimmed facial hair, and light brown eyes. His build is large and strong appearing even from the sitting position, like he carries himself with strength and power naturally. My thighs are shaking with nervous anticipation just looking at him.
My mother tugs me along. “Don’t get cold feet on me now.” Nothing on me is cold that is until I turn to the other man sitting next to him.
However, the other one immediately gives me an icky feeling. Please tell me that she’s giving me the grumpy one to attempt to seduce. At least if it doesn’t work, I can be happy. I have a feeling the slimeball will gladly take me even if I turn him down.
Suddenly the slimeball nudges the one with the scowl, and then his eyes fix onto us. His brow raises and his mouth flattens. My mother drags me to them, and my body wars with itself on whether I should run to or from this man.
“Come, ladies, please sit.” I hear the words, but my heart hasn’t stopped thumping in my chest, so I don’t move.
“Thank you. I’m Sheila, and this is Candy.”
“Candy?” the brooding man asks with disgust. “Is that your real name?” I’m not offended because I hate my name too.
“Yes,” she answers for me.
“I asked her,” he informs my mother with a look of repulsion. Looking back at me, he orders, “Come sit down.” He pats the seat next to him. I hesitate, and he raises his brow expectantly. “I said, come sit.”
“We’re not paying to be annoyed, ladies. Sebastian doesn’t like to repeat himself. I’m David. Come sit by me, Sheila.” He winks at my mother, who has no problem practically falling into the greasy prick’s lap.
I finally sit next to the man who has my pulse racing, wondering if I’m in over my head. No, there’s no wondering. I’m so over my head.
Why does his name have to be sexy too? Sebastian.
“You barely look old enough to be in here,” Sebastian says, looking at me up and down.
“Well, I am,” I spit out too quickly to be believed.
“What can we get you ladies to drink?” the slimy pig asks.
“We’ll have two margaritas. Now, fellas, what brings you to Vegas? Business or pleasure?” my mother purrs, laying it on thick as she brushes her hand on her date’s chest. I’m so unsure of myself that I don’t say a word.
“Both,” the slimy bastard says.
David’s staring at my breasts, spreading an uncomfortable chill through me, and that’s when I slyly move my hair to block my cleavage. “David, eyes on yours only, understood?”
“Yes, Sebastian.” Internally, I’m pleased that he can control David, but I don’t show any emotion. The waitress comes to our table before we have to call for her, and she has to be absolutely gorgeous, of course. The slimeball winks at her as if we’re not there and she politely smiles back, but all of her attention is on my target.
“The ladies will have margaritas, and we’ll have another round for us. Make it quick.” After Sebastian answers her question, his attention is completely back on me in a quick dismissal of the server.
She nods and walks away without another word. It seems that Sebastian commands everything, and I’m guessing that he’s the one in charge. Does he normally order his escorts?
Although he does appear to admire my looks, he doesn’t move on me. His eyes have roamed over me several times in the past few minutes.
My mom and her hookup haven’t stopped talking, so I can’t get a word in edgewise—not that I’m comfortable enough to speak at all. Maybe he can sense that I don’t know what I’m doing, and it irks him because he hasn’t stopped scowling or said another word to me.
“Here we go, ladies,” David says as the server returns, setting the drinks down. She nearly gets away from the table when he grabs her ass. I’m embarrassed and bothered for the young woman who hurriedly leaves us, doing her best not to cry.
Sebastian looks angrier than he did a minute ago. “Will you ladies excuse us for a moment? I need to have a word with my brother.”
We stand, and the men exit the booth. I think they’re going to ditch us which actually bothers me, but then Sebastian bends down and whispers in my ear, “Don’t even think of moving from this spot. If you leave, my men will know, and I will find you, sweetness.”
He steps away and walks toward the restrooms with this brother. Funny; for brothers, only one of them got the good genes. Tall, handsome, and muscular. It’s like looking at Scar and Mufasa.
My mother laughs, smiling and rubbing her hands together. “Damn, he wants you. Everything is going according to plan, but I have a feeling he’s a little too prepared and will be using a condom, or may just be after a blow job. The man is so controlled. He’s going to need this in his drink.” She pulls out a small bag from her clutch. It has a powdered vial in it, and she tries to hand it to me.
Shaking my head, I gently push her hand away from me because I want no part in that. “What? No. I’m not going to drug him.”
“Why not?” She shakes her head and huffs. “It will loosen him up and then you can fuck him nice and good, get his seed and leave with his kid in you. Track him down ten months later with a baby in tow, demanding child support. He’s probably loaded. Did you see his watch and suit? Completely real. They cost more than a home.”
“I’m not going to do it,” I tell her. There’s no way I’m going to drug a man. Does she even hear herself?
“I’ll do it for you. All you have to do is what you’re supposed to do. What you’re paid to do: fuck the man. It’s not like you’re not interested in him. You’re blushing like a schoolgirl because he’s hot as hell.” She slips the fucking powder into his drink and stirs, then dips her finger into her mouth. “Perfect.”
“Lucky it’s not poison,” I mutter.
“It’s just a little ecstasy. Probably nothing he doesn’t already take to get high before taking his women down. He looks like a really hot, dirty fuck. You’re going to have a good time.”
Something about the masculine and powerful way he carries himself tells me he probably would fuck me really good. Losing my virginity to him doesn’t seem like much of a hardship. Still, a guilty ache fills my chest that he’s unaware of what she has planned for him.
“Ladies, we have returned,” Sebastian says. He takes my hand and lifts me up out of my seat. He sits down and pulls me onto his lap, ignoring any personal space. “So we have tonight to enjoy ourselves, and since you’re old enough to play with the big boys, let’s play.” One hand is firmly pressed around my waist so I can’t move off him. Honestly, I don’t want to get off his lap. “Drink up, sweet Candy. I want you as pliable as possible because I’m planning to fuck you every minute of this evening.” He hands me my drink while drinking his own.
I reach to take it from him, but then my mother stops me and he decides to finish it all in one long pull. I watch, hating that he’s drinking it.
“Candy,” she hisses, scolding me with that one word. Shit. It’s going to hit him like a ton of bricks.
“Don’t talk to her that way. She’s mine. Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he snarls, leaning in and biting on my ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to remember me for the rest of your days, sugar.” My mother wants me to remember him for the rest of my days anyway. He has no idea how true those words are for him too. I should tell him the truth about the drugs, but then we might be arrested.
He leads me out of the bar, through the crowded casino, and to the bank of elevators with my mother and the slimeball following behind. I really don’t care about them as long as the creep doesn’t touch me.
All I can think about is what’s going to happen when tomorrow comes. Will he hate me after he wakes up and the drugs wear off? Will he remember me? Why does it bother me? I’m paid to be his lover for the night and that much he’s willingly agreed to, so he’s not much better than any of us. I hate what I’m becoming and for him, I don’t care.
A whore.
Sebastian must already be wasted because his hands haven’t stopped touching me. I wonder if my mother put too much into his drink.
Sebastian drags me into the elevator and pins me to the wall as his mouth crashes down on mine for a kiss that’s undeniably dominating. I freeze and then let loose, falling into the kiss, letting him control me. He lifts me up higher so his cock grinds against my pussy just at the edge of my dress that has completely ridden up.
It’s all new and foreign to me, but I welcome it, craving his strong grip that owns my body. His fingers are firm and strong like the rest of him and I need more, moaning so against his mouth.
“Damn, Sebastian, can’t wait until we get into the suite?”
“Mind you’re fucking business, and don’t look this way.” God the way he commands total power over his idiot brother drives me wild.
“It’s a mirrored elevator, bro.” This seems to cool Sebastian down for a moment because he loosens his grip on me, adjusting my dress. Still, his mouth runs down my throat and then the doors open.
“Time to go,” he growls. Before I know it, I’m flipped over his shoulder and carried upside down into the penthouse suite. I giggle until I hear a low growl followed by a spank on my ass, causing me to yelp, and then a grunt comes from him.
Chapter Three
Sebastian
The need to get her ass in the room before she changes her mind is a must. The distaste for my brother was clearly visible on her gorgeous face. If she ran, I’d have to chase her ass down, and I would for sure. My body throbs with desire as her soft body lies pliantly on my shoulder.
She’s only here to get paid so she’s going along without a fight, but none of that matters because I need to be inside her right now before someone tries to interrupt us.
David better think twice about bothering me, or I’ll kill his ass. If there was ever a reason to finally end him, ruining this night would definitely be it. Lust destroys all parts of my brain as I lead her into the suite.
I glare at Cesar, my head of security and second in command. “No one is to come in. Get the fuck away from the door, and keep everyone outside of the suite. Understood?”
“What about David?” he asks, looking over at my brother who is practically mauling the other woman with a hint of disgust in his gaze.
“He stays in his rooms only.” I don’t give a fuck who he does as long as his paws are off my beauty.
“Yes, Sebastian.”
I nod and carry my escort to where I want her. Fuck, I’m going to enjoy filling her with every inch of me until she creams around my shaft. She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into, and she’s going to be begging for more as morning comes. This will not be over until I say it is.
As soon as I have her in my room, the door is closed and I flick it locked. “You’re mine, little Candy. Time to take what’s owed to me.”
I slide her down my body, gripping the bottom of her dress so it comes up and over her body in one fluid motion, leaving her in just a pair of black panties and a tiny black push-up bra that does nothing to hide her massive tits. “This is a crime.”
I run my finger under the strap, sliding it down over her slender shoulder while I walk behind her. Brushing her hair away from her neck, I kiss her throat. “So fucking soft and sweet.” She shivers as goosebumps cover her soft skin.
Reaching around, my hands grip her voluptuous mounds, squeezing them a little roughly. The mere inches of fabric that keep them hidden irks me, so I tug the lacy fabric off and pluck her hard nipples. Her back arches, pressing her tits into my hands, wordlessly begging for more.
“So sensitive, sweet Candy,” I whisper as I lick her pulse. “Are you getting wet for me?”
She nods, but that’s not good enough for me. I want her to say it; I need to hear it from those puffy red lips. In my world, I command respect and get answers with just a word or a look. “Say it.”
“Yes.” Her voice is shaky and desperate, but I need more.
“Yes, what?” I nip on her ear.
“Yes, Sebastian,” she moans just as my fingers dip under her panties to her bare pussy.
“Good girl.” I fight the possessive urge to snap that she’s bare for someone else, so I slip my finger a little roughly inside of her wetness, but she’s fucking super tight—so tight my finger barely fits in her slit. I pump into her and feel her body rock against me, looking for her release.
“It’s time to fuck that tight little cunt of yours with my big dick.” I spin her around, pulling my hand from her panties and slide my sticky finger into my mouth. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
Picking her up and onto the bed, I lay her down and kiss her hard before freeing myself from my pants. I don’t have time to strip completely. Kicking off my shoes and losing my suit jacket is the best I can give her right now.
I have to be inside her vise-grip heat. Ripping her panties off, I slide them into my pocket and then press my cock to her pink lips. She gasps as I take her in one violent flex of my hips, shredding her virginity. My balls tighten on the spot, ready to offload in her unused hole.
She tries to hide the fact that she’s new to this, but it explains why she was nervous. I am her first client. The sick amount of pleasure, hunger, insane desire that fact brings to me is unexplainable.
David brought me a fresh pussy for my own use. They fucked up because I’m going to ruin her for everyone else. She’s never coming back to work for these assholes. I wanted her before I slammed my dick into her pussy. Now, she’s tied to me for keeps.
Keeping my dick buried deep into her, I lift her to the center of the bed and get better footing as I work into her tight, innocent slit.
“Relax for me, beautiful. God, you fucked up. You don’t know who you messed with.” My mouth presses to hers, kissing those red inviting lips and sliding my tongue inside, delving into her sweetness.
She breaks the kiss with a grunt of pain. “You’re so big, Sebastian. It hurts, but I need more.”
“That’s it. Get used to my penetration, Candy.” She moans, arching her hips up as I drive into her. I fist her hair, dragging her head back to lick her throat. Her pulse vibrates against my tongue, spurring me on to fuck in longer and deeper strokes.
She starts to writhe and rock under me. Rutting harder and faster, I slam my mouth on hers. Reaching between us I stroke her pussy lips until I hit that clit, pinching it as I demand she come for me because I’m hanging on by a thread. “Give me what I want, Candy. Come on my cock.”
She flexes around my shaft and cries out, squirting her cream all down my cock while I shoot my load deep into her womb. We both come hard and are covered in sweat that we’ve ruined these sheets for sure, but I couldn’t give a fuck about it. All I want to do is go again. Panting, I bend down and kiss her lips. “You’re sexy as hell when you come for me.”
Suddenly, as I stand to remove my clothes and get more comfortable for another round and run her a shower for that sore pussy of hers, I feel a whoosh of sensation come over me. Fuck, I’m lightheaded.
Drinking has never had this effect on me, so it must be her. She’s had me fucked up in ways I can’t describe from the second my eyes landed on her. I want her spread out on my expensive sheets, coming for me all the time. The lust is becoming unbearable.
My cock is still hard as fuck and throbbing, ready to go, but I’m also thirsty as fuck. Looking over to the bed, I see a nervous and slightly embarrassed beauty with her legs bent as she tries to cover up while staring at my raging hard, wet cock.
“Don’t be scared now. You did so good. We’re not done yet. It’s shower time. You can wash me, and since your pussy is too tender, I’ll let this one go down your throat.” With my hand in hers, I help her to her feet before swiftly carrying her to the large, elegant bathroom.
Setting her down on the vanity, I quickly flip on the shower. “You’re so fucking sexy. I’m going to enjoy tasting every inch of you.” Scooping her up, I carry her inside. The water washes down our bodies as I have her pressed to me. “Kiss me.”
“Yes, Sebastian.”
“That’s what I love to hear.” She reaches up on her toes and brushes her lips on mine. There’s something sexy about the gentle innocence in it, like we didn’t just fuck wildly while I stole her virginity.
“That mouth of yours is so fucking talented. Have you been practicing on other guys?”
“I haven’t had a boyfriend in years.” Ire fills my bones as those words cross her sensuous mouth.
“His name,” I growl out, cupping her face.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“His name, Candy.”
“I don’t remember.” Her body gives her deception away as she trembles and tries to lower her gaze from mine. I grip her chin, tilting her head back up to look at me.
“Candy,” I growl, feeling insanely jealous of this bastard. She came to me with her lips tasted by some other asshole. I’m going to cut his tongue out.
“I don’t remember.” She’s lying to me, and I hate it even though I don’t have the right to the answer.
“I’ll find out.”
“No, you won’t because we only have a few hours more together, and then my services are at an end.” She can believe that if she’d like, but that’s not the case at all.
“Then don’t waste my time. I’m paying to be pleased, not for your pleasure, Candy. Wash me. Now.” I feel like a prick, but it’s like a sucker punch to the chest that she dared to cut our time short. She soaps up her hands with the complimentary bar and then begins running her soft, small hands along my chest, grazing the dark tuft of hair there. Fuck, she hasn’t even reached my dick and I could explode.
