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When she arrived at the large house she couldn’t help but be a little nervous, the terms of her services couldn’t have been more clear but this would still be a first for her.
When she turned sixteen her life had taken a turn for the worst when both of her parents were killed in a car accident and with no living relatives she was forced into foster care. It had been every horrible thing she’d heard about and then some, coming from a safe and loving home it was like a waking nightmare. She never felt safe and she had no privacy, after one of her foster brothers got aggressively handsy, she decided she would rather take her chances on the streets than stay there one more night.
So she ran and she fell in with a group of girls who shared a small hotel room together, paying for it with tips from their various jobs. They were all around her age, selling themselves for various amounts of time. They were nice to Stiles though, they’d let her live there for quite a while for free just for keeping the hotel room clean and cooking for them.
One day though, not long after her seventeenth birthday, the landlord “discovered” that there were too many girls staying in the room and they either had to start paying more or get out. Of course he didn’t actually care about the money, but he saw how they looked and he knew what they did so he was open to negotiating.
To her utter surprise, one of the girls that she had thought was a truly good friend decided to bargain to keep their price the same for a whole year with the promise of Stiles’ virginity. The man nearly started salivating on the spot and he even managed to negotiate an additional year for each virgin hole he got to claim for himself, all of this negotiated without Stiles’ input of course.
When she agreed to it, she felt like she was solidifying her place in their pack of women - their family. She cried through all of it but the girls had praised her bravery afterwards and so it felt like a small victory. The truth was the only thing she solidified was that the girls she thought were her friends had a dirty cheap room for the next three years, they asked her to leave only six months after that horrible night saying the room was too small for her to stay any more.
After that she decided to do things on her own terms, she wouldn’t help anyone else ever again. It took a little while, she saved every penny she made to find a place of her own. She still had a ways to go, she also needed to be at least eighteen before any reputable place would rent to her but that was fine. She had survived worse so the place she was in now was fine, hot water and a clean bed were really all she required at the moment.
This job would do a lot for her in a financial way, she might even be able to make it through most of seventeen without having to stand on a corner much and still get a decent place when she was legal. It was almost too good to be true but the man who had approached answered every question she may have thought of and then some. He left her with a packet that had the description of terms and what was expected of her, it was almost impressive except for the nature of the terms in general.
When she finally agreed the man she originally met said that he was just an associate and that she would be meeting with a Mr. Peter Hale to finalize everything the day of. She was to have a full panel of bloodwork done and bring the paperwork with her.
He’d also been so specific on cleanliness and preparation that she found herself blushing despite her line of work. Peter wanted her pristine from head to toe, inside and out. Nothing, not even her eating schedule for two days prior to the event, had been left to chance.
In her mind she had pictured most every man she had serviced until now when she tried to imagine Peter, balding perhaps. Definitely pudgy and probably with an unidentifiable odor. What she got was a man in his early to mid-thirties with a chiseled jawline covered in stubble and piercing blue eyes. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt when he came to the door, his perfectly defined abs glowing in a thin layer of sweat. His dark sweats hung just low enough to show the start of that v-shaped muscle no one knew the name of but always made girls a little weak in the knees.
All of that was plenty, but then he smiled with dazzlingly white teeth that looked just a hair too sharp. She couldn’t tell you why but there was something about him - maybe everything about him - that made him seem a little dangerous, feral even. Normally something like that would scare her off, when she had a clearer head she would probably blame her hormones for walking into his home even when she felt like red riding hood being invited in by the big bad wolf.
He led her into a guest bedroom and gestured to a door on the far wall.
“You may use this bathroom to change, I have a new robe hanging on the door for you. Your things will be safe in here. Once you leave my associate whom you met earlier, Boyd, will lock the door so no one will be allowed in here.
“I’m going to get ready myself. Once you are ready, you can relax here and I’ll come get you soon.”
He made it sound so easy and carefree with his honey sweet voice, not like they were about to engage in a very specific sexual encounter.
She nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Hale.”
He waved her off with another smile. “Call me Peter. We are about to become very well aquatinted so we might as well be on a first name basis. Speaking of which, did you want me to introduce you by your first name or-“
Stiles wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “I only use that name on paperwork, but everyone calls me Stiles.”
He looked a little relieved then. “Good, I am fluent in several languages but I was not sure I would do it proper justice.”
“Yeah it’s a mouthful.”
He just grinned at her before turning to leave her to get ready. It didn’t take her long to strip down but she figured she would have time if he needed to shower and she didn’t do well sitting idle, so she found herself neatly folding each garment as she took it off. Finally she put the hunter green silk robe on over her naked skin and made sure the little knot was tight before going back into the room again.
She looked around the room a little, it was a much nicer one than the one she rented now on every level but he was clearly rich so that wasn’t a surprise. She had just barely sat down on the bed when there was a light knock on the door and Peter was stepping inside.
He told her she could stay seated as he came in, black folder in his hand as he shut the door behind himself.
“I think it might be more comfortable to just get through the preliminary stuff in here before we head to my office, alright?”
She nodded, clasping her hands in her lap to try and prevent herself from fidgeting. She couldn’t help but openly gape at him, she had thought he looked good sweaty and shirtless but the man knew how to wear dress clothes as well. Each item looked expensive and impeccably tailored to fit his body. His muscles were defined in a deep oxblood red button up dress shirt that had seams probably screaming with each flex and movement he made, he was lean but every inch of his body had clearly been sculpted to perfection.
A black vest was layered over the dress shirt with dress slacks and shoes to match. He didn’t wear a tie, instead opting for the top two buttons to be left undone and his sleeves were rolled up just under his elbows. It made him look effortlessly good looking but each piece had clearly been painstakingly prepped for such an air.
“Great, so first things first, panel tests.” He was opening a leather folder that held all the papers he brought in as he spoke.
“Oh, I have mine in my backpack.” She hopped off the bed and went back onto the bathroom, unzipping the front pouch of her bag to pull out the folded document.
She had a realization as she walked back while trying to unfold the documents that she probably should have been a little more professional about it, like he clearly was being. He didn’t say anything other than thank you as he accepted her bloodwork panel and skimmed over the results, nodding approvingly at her clean bill of health.
She sat back on the bed and waited for whatever came next.
“Excellent, you’re taking really good care of yourself. I’ve worked with other girls your age and usually they’ve gotten themselves into trouble by now. Drugs and alcohol are easy to fall into and hard to get out of.”
Stiles nodded. “My parents were killed by a drunk driver so I don’t mess with that at all. And I never really got the appeal of drugs or smoking, for that matter.”
Peter had paused in his action of filing her paperwork behind all of his as she spoke. “I’m terribly sorry to hear that. How long ago was that?”
Stiles waved it off with a bit more enthusiasm than probably necessary. “Long enough that we don’t need to talk about it. I’ve processed it, it’s a part of life sometimes. A sucky part, but still.”
Peter’s smile was a bit gentler when he finally nodded and seemed to accept her request. “Still, I’m sorry. Let’s move onto something we do need to talk about.”
He leaned forward and handed her a stack of papers, five perfectly aligned and stapled packets.
“These are the men who will be coming in today and will be using our services. Though mine will be a lot fuller than yours.” His smirk should have creeped her out but she just found herself rolling her eyes at his bad joke and flipping through the packets.
“They all have specific requests and they may talk big, but they know full well that if they go too far I will ruin them.”
She stared at those blue eyes for longer than she probably should have, it was basically the cardinal rule of prostitution to not get attached/trust too quickly or too easily. She had a feeling those eyes had tricked smarter and more calloused people into trusting him, meaning she would have little chance of escaping the same fate if he didn’t want her to.
“Thank you, most people aren’t really worried about ‘too far’ when they are paying for it.”
“Yes, but I’m the one paying for it and I like my things to be nice.” His eyes tracked over her and she was suddenly very aware that she was only in a thin robe in a very cool room. “Do you have questions about the men coming in today, or should we move on?”
Stiles knew she should probably read these packets, he had clearly gone to great effort to put them together because they were much thicker than just basic blood draw panels. What she really wanted though was to just move forward, the waiting and the talking was just making her more anxious and she was going to back out if they just kept waiting.
“Let’s just move on.” She set the papers on the bed and stood, her hands on her hips in a way that she hoped exuded confidence and not the bubble of anxiety stuck in the middle of her chest.
He closed the folder and stood, his smirk almost gentle as he stepped closer to her. Two of his fingers pressed under her chin to tilt her head back, her eyes met his immediately.
“I applaud the brave face, but if you start to get anxious try to remember that I won’t let anything get out of hand. I’ll also be there the entire time, if that’s encouraging at all.”
For some crazy reason it was, she thought it might have to do with his calm he was and how he seemed to have it all planned out. It might again be chalked up to the fact that she had never been this close to having a sexual experience with a man this hot before and so self preservation be damned? Only time would tell, she supposed.
“I didn’t see your name in those packets.”
He grinned and nodded, moving his hand to pull out one more file for her to have. “I was just making sure you were paying attention. Let me show you to the office and we can get you set up.”
He walked with confidence through the hall, her bare feet cold on the hardwood floors. It was a short walk before he was opening the door to an impressive office with books lining every wall. She was so taken by the sight of them that it took her several moments to zero in on the desk in the middle of the room.
It was obviously custom, it was like nothing she had ever seen with a half modern and half rich wood design. It was was a standing desk design, long enough to accommodate any size project.
The top was a crystal clear glass that was fairly thick and would support pressure from large stacks of books without bending. The Four legs were ornately covered in wood carvings on the outside to camouflage slender metal hydraulic beams. The desk’s width was curiously narrow considering the length but that was only one of the many aspects of this desk that we’re making her curious.
On the floor was a thick wood panel that was the same width and length of the desk, the sides were covered in similar wood carvings stained to a deep cherry. The panel was completely covered in a padded black vinyl and built in bindings.
The center of each side had curved padded indents that she was sure she would understand soon but only seemed to add another level of detail.
Peter placed the black folder to the side on the desk and she noticed several other black folders already placed on either side of the purposely cleared center of the desk. He turned and gestured her closer, she went without much thought as her eyes continued to take in details about the desk as she stepped closer.
Peter again used his fingers to draw her chin where he wanted it, clearly enjoying her curiosity. “I’ll explain how it all works as we go along. But first we need to get you undressed, is that alright?”
She was surprised how often he checked on with her, she didn’t want to get too used to that kind of treatment since it wasn’t common for her. She nodded as she started to untie the knot but he reached out before she could and she could feel her heart start to hammer as he worked the knot open.
Peter slowly slid the fabric over her shoulders until it fell to the ground around her ankles, his eyes openly feasting on her. “You are truly stunning, absolutely beautiful. And I quite like the dots of moles here and there, it’s lovely.”
Stiles had to fight to cover herself, not because she was embarrassed by her body anymore but he seemed to see far too much and it left her feeling splayed open.
“Thank you. I always hated them, but they are growing on me.”
“Good, because they are perfect.” His eyes met hers as he stepped into her space, silently asking to touch her as his fingers ghosted over her skin. “You’re as soft as you look, just lovely.”
Stiles was used to men complimenting her, especially before and during sex but his were different somehow and she couldn’t help but lean into his hands. They slid over her back and down her spine, one hand sliding over each ass cheek as he filled his palms with them before squeezing firmly.
“Perfect, did you prepare like you were asked to?” His fingers moved to the cleft of her ass, sliding down as one hand held a cheek wide until his fingers circled a small metal circle. “Good girl.”
She had done exactly as he asked, even when his demands for cleanliness seemed to border on obsessive. He was paying her more money than she had ever seen in her entire life put together, if he wanted her to wash inside her ass an obsessive amount of times, she was happy to oblige.
“Have you had much experience with anal play?”
She shrugged, swallowing hard when he started to twist and tug on the plug, her chest bumping against his as she swayed. He pulled her closer then, pressed firmly against each other from chest to thighs as he continued to stare down at her and play with her ass.
“I have let a couple of clients do it for an up charge but it’s not something I do in my free time.”
He chuckled at her honesty but nodded. “I can appreciate that. You read the initial paper work Boyd gave you, right? About all the things you needed to be ok with tonight?”
The list had been extensive and while a couple things gave her pause, short of cutting her open like a fish she didn’t see anything she couldn’t live with for the price he was paying her. Knife play was thankfully not on that list.
“Yes, I think I can be ok with everything.”
“I am impressed, not everyone so young is so open. Let’s get you settled in, my clients will start arriving soon.”
When he released her, she immediately missed the heat of his body but didn’t complain, following his instructions to lay down on the center of the padded panel on the floor. It only took her a minute to figure out what the cutouts were for, one allowed her head to angle back more than on a flat surface and while the other left her ass hanging almost completely off the table.
He was already moving around to her head, shifting her around until she was exactly centered where he wanted before gently urging one arm to extend completely to one side. He strapped her wrist into a padded restraint before mirroring the action on the other side. When they were secured he went back where he started, standing between where she had planted her feet on the carpet. Next he secured her with a long belt across her hips that encouraged her ass to fall further into the opening.
“I’m going to support your legs while I start the lift, so don’t worry that you might fall.” He curled his arm under both of her knees before he reached up to a narrow button pad that she hadn’t noticed before, pushing the up button to about halfway between the floor and the glass top.
“The way you already have me strapped in, it’s doubtful I’d fall even if you weren’t helping.”
Peter chuckled again but didn’t comment as she heard a metal slide and felt him encourage one leg wide enough to buckle into it. When she lifted her head she could see that his side of the desk had a metal track that ran the entire width of the glass top with two ankle straps on sliders attached.
Peter spoke to her as he worked and she wondered if he realized how much it kept her from panicking or if he was just proud of his desk. It could really go either way.
“These restraints are one of my favorite parts of this design. You see the closer the base gets to the top, the wider your legs will be spread apart and held there. It’s a very satisfying thing to watch from my perspective.”
She couldn’t imagine her legs being spread any further than they already were, feeling impossibly exposed as it was and they were only halfway to the top. She wasn’t sure how close he meant to get her to the glass but right now her body was level with the middle of his thighs and she was pretty sure he had intentions on bringing her body to meet his.
“Now, before we fully put you in position, your first partner is already here. And since you already read your files, I think you’re ready to meet Derek.” As he spoke she felt his fingers glide over her spread folds, sliding something slick all over and being sure to rub generously over her clitoris and even thrust them inside of her a couple of times until she moaned in response.
Stiles was fairly certain it was a thick, sweet smelling, lube he was coating her with so thickly that she could feel it start to drip down the cleft of her ass. He pulled on the plug a couple times but didn’t actually remove it, the motions still making her body respond like it was being penetrated. Even as he kept playing with her and making her body buzz deliciously, there was something about the way he kept bringing up the files and how she read the terms carefully that started to trigger an alarm in her head.
As it was she was looking at the room from a mostly upside down perspective unless she really made an effort to lift her head, so she couldn’t see anything when he walked away from her. She kept trying to think what it was that nagged at her even as she wishes he would come back and touch her some more, it had been too long since someone had played with her body for her pleasure.
“Remember, I’m right here.” His vice sounded distant as he opened a door and then after a moment shut it again.
After hearing a shuffling on the carpet her brain tried to supply what the next sound she was hearing next but before it could connect anything she felt the wet broad stripe slide up the entire expanse of her most sensitive parts.
She let out a surprised sound that turned to a moan when the tongue curled around her clit several times in quick succession. Her whole body jerked but couldn’t go far and she wasn’t sure if she was trying to get closer or further from the source. It took several aborted attempts to lift her head to see the owner of the very long and determined tongue because each time she tried she felt some new sensation that made her freeze and let it roll over her.
It was the snuffling sound that finally did it for her, her head lifting in a desperate hope it wasn’t going to be what she thought it was. But fuck her life all she could see was top of a furry skull and two very pointy ears sticking up between her thighs.
“Peter, what the fuck?” She arched and moaned through her exclamation, Derek’s tongue snaking inside of her suddenly and touching parts inside of her that she never felt before.
Peter hummed quizzically as he came around the desk to look down at her face, his hand reaching under her head to hold it more level. “You look absolutely gorgeous right now. Your pale skin shows everything, such lovely splotches of pink and red growing everywhere.”
She stared up at him with half massed lids and a slack jaw as the massive animal between her thighs relentlessly licked her towards oblivion. “What the hell?”
His grin was almost wolffish, enjoying seeing her teeter between conventional standards and giving into pleasure no matter who (or what) was proving it.
“Derek is a very special animal, he’s a rescue. He’d been badly burned in a fire and since he is mostly wolf, no shelter wanted to take him. So I brought him home and nursed him back to health, wolves are such loyal creatures and ever since he came home with me he’s been the best companion.”
Stiles felt her whole body start to shake as Derek gave several quick kitten licks over her clitoris, the light batting giving her confused body just what it wanted as she felt her orgasm wash over her with a strangled cry. Peter just kept taking to her as if she weren’t falling apart and as if Derek wasn’t still licking her without any sign of let up.
“Wolves are incredibly smart and they get into trouble if they aren’t stimulated enough. He doesn’t seem to care much about breeding, so don’t worry there. I read that wolves mate for life and sadly, I think his mate died in the fire he survived.”
She felt Derek’s tongue slide through the cleft of her ass, tongue getting under the flat edge of the plug to get every drop of honey before he was moving back up again. Her whole body was still shuddering when his tongue twisted this way and that to get around every fold.
“He’s far too smart for those stimulation toys meant for dogs. He knows they are toys and I honestly think that he finds them insulting. But, I discovered that he loves honey and even without the desire to breed, he clearly loves women. So after testing this theory I realized that this was a perfect joining of two actions. He gets the stimulation of digging his treat out of every crevice of your pussy. And you get a thorough warm up before we get started, it’s really kind of genius if you ask me.”
She moaned again and while she didn’t want to agree with Peter because she didn’t know what that would make her, but with Derek pushing her towards yet another orgasm she couldn’t help deny that Peter was kind of a genius.
Peter let her head down gently and he walked away from her again, only a moment later she felt a warm dribble over her clitoris and could hear Derek’s eager noises as his tongue started lapping at the sensitive bud quickly once again.
“Oh shit, Peter, no more. Fuck.” She keened as she arched as much as her restraints would allow her, her toes and her fingers flexing under the dexterous attention.
“I think you can take just a little more. And the way you keep biting your lips while making those sounds, I just had to stretch it out a little longer so I could feel you like this.” If the way the timber of his voice dropped hadn’t been any indication, the sound of his zipper sliding told her what was coming as he walked back towards her face.
She opened her mouth a little wider on instinct, a full body moan sliding through her as Derek took her higher still. Peter swore above her as he pushed the tip of his hard penis between her lips, she sucked eagerly while her tongue swirled around the way she knew men liked.
“Fuck, I knew you’d be perfect.” He made a few slow thrusts, going deeper each time and Stiles was quick to work up extra saliva to ease the way.
Her gag reflex was long gone, especially in this angle so all she had to worry about was remembering to breathe when Derek was licking up every last brain cell she had. She moaned around Peter as she felt another orgasm rip through her and he groaned in tandem, his thrusts at a steady clip now that he had bottomed out and her saliva was easing the way.
She expected Derek to quit soon but he didn’t seem at all interested in even slowing down as Peter widened his stance and groaned, his hips quickening as he worked her throat open around what felt like a sizable dick. She was almost glad that she’d been too distracted to get a good look because he felt long and thick enough that it would probably have intimidated her. She wondered what it would feel like inside of her, didn’t know if he would do more than this tonight.
“Shit, Stiles, you feel so good. And you must taste amazing because Derek has never shown -fuck- this much interest in his toys after he’s cleaned them of his treat.”
Stiles didn’t know if she tasted good but she couldn’t deny that at least Derek seemed to think so, she wanted to beg him to stop but she was also so close to coming again and she didn’t know if she would get to again soon so she also wanted to beg him to keep going. Thankfully her thoughts were kept to herself as forcefully as her thighs were kept open with Peter’s dick owning her throat.
She moaned along with Peter as they both neared their orgasms, she made sure to give him as much suction as she could as her tongue touched every part of him that she could reach to help push Peter closer.
“Goddamn your mouth, shit. Put one finger up if you need me to back out a little, otherwise I’m going to come down your pretty little throat.”
Stiles clenched her hands into fists as she came, moaning as she felt Peter take advantage of her stretching her neck in her pleasure and the vibrations as he buried himself inside of her. His moan was so deep and feral it sounded like a growl as he came, holding his hips against her for several long seconds before he finally started to pull back with short breaths.
“Derek, enough.” Peter rubbed at the corners of her mouth gently as he commanded Derek to back off.
With a couple more swipes that Stiles could only imagine were in a show of defiance, she heard Derek huff and sigh before moving away. Peter was shaking his head when he lifted hers gently as they both heard Derek plop to the ground with a loud noise of annoyance at the far side of the room.
“I may have to bring you back now and then just to keep him from being such a drama queen.”
Stiles started to speak but then had to pause and clear her throat before trying again. “I think I would be ok with that. To help you out.”
Peter’s smirk was knowing as he played along. “You’re quite generous, Stiles. Has anyone told you that you’re a very self sacrificing individual?”
“I have been compared to Mother Teresa before.”
Stiles couldn’t help but grin at Peter’s outright laughter.
“You’re definitely going to be trouble.” He nodded approvingly. “But you’re in good company for that.”
He looked at his watch before smiling at her again. “Boyd will be bringing in Mr. Chris Argent first. Your throat will get a little break with him. He has specific tastes.”
“And you? What are your tastes?”
His grin was wicked again. “You really didn’t read those packets, did you?” He rolled his eyes at her shrug. “Today will be interesting for you then. I’m sure the fact that I enjoy a power play isn’t a surprise for you.”
“Uh, no, between the paperwork, this house and this desk. No, I get that you like a power play.”
He hummed approvingly. “I’m going to use your pussy as my cock warmer while these men get to play with your other holes. When I’m ready, I will get to fuck you, but only me.”
“Oh shit.” She had not expected to like being spoken to that way, even with her fair share of dirty talkers no one was that smooth.
“I’m glad you approve. Let’s get started, lovely.”
Her heart was still beating out of control from her continuous string of orgasms and the way Peter had used her, the feeling of his fingers gliding over her ankle to her inner thigh feeling especially sensitive with the way her body still hummed. She could feel him trace her exposed sex as the panel she laid on was raised up, her head was forced to stay back with its new height. Her breasts were pressed firmly to the glass so that she couldn’t even arch anymore, truly pinning her in place.
He made a soft shushing sound when she started to struggle a little, his fingers spreading her still moist lips wide as he fed his softened dick inside of her. Even soft she found herself sighing after the stretch he provided, continuing to feed into her until his hips connected with the backside of her thighs.
He hummed in appreciation, a couple of soft thrusts just to feel her gripping him tightly had them both wishing for more. “There will be plenty of time to test this out, for now I just want you to keep me nice and warm while we get through these negotiations.”
There was a knock from the door she came in and from her upside down angle she could see Boyd come in with a laptop in his hand and an impeccably dressed gentleman in his early forties following behind him.
“Jesus, Hale.” The man was laser focused on her face as he walked over to the desk. “Where do you find these girls?”
Peter seemed to be ignoring the man as he spoke to Boyd and she heard the clack of the metal casing for the laptop as it was gently set on the desk.
“What is your name?” Stiles had to fight not wrinkle her nose at the way he seemed to leer at her, this was apart of the job after all.
“I’m Stiles.”
“Cute.” She wasn’t sure if he thought the name was made up or if he just thought she was adorable, the way he stood to look at her body through the crystal clear glass made her think he was thinking other things than adorable.
“Let’s not waste any of your precious time Christopher.”
“Chris is fine. I have a big issue with the second clause Hale. I don’t know how you’re going to make it work for me. I’m not signing anything if I’m loosing money.” Even as he spoke he was pushing aside the flaps of his suit coat, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper.
“That’s what I’m here for, I’ve been given the power to make certain changes if needed. I can always get Mr. Harris on the phone if needed, but I’m hoping we can resolve this on our own today. Just let me know when you are ready.”
“Open up Stiles, I want to see those pretty pink lips wrapped around me.”
Stiles obligingly opened her mouth, her tongue slipping forward to cover her bottom teeth as he slid his still partial erection across her tongue. As soon as the flared head passed her lips she sealed her mouth around his length as she slid her tongue over the underside and around the tip. He hummed appreciatively as she continued, his hips making short thrusts inside of her mouth.
He didn’t have as much girth as Peter did, but he was still respectable and her lips felt the stretch to accommodate him when he was finally fully erected.
“Suck on the tip for me.” He pulled out until just the tip of his leaking erection in her mouth, groaning when she did just what he asked, still swirling her tongue around and digging at the leaking slit with the tip of her tongue.
“Damn, Peter, she might just be your best girl yet. How old is she?”
“Sixteen,” Peter’s lie was easy and she felt his hand slid inside her thigh until his thumb found her still sensitive clitoris, rolling it around slowly just to get a moan out of her.
“Fuck, younger and younger.” The man started thrusting deeper into her mouth as he gripped the edge of the desk, his other hand cupping her cheek.
Clearly Peter knew what buttons to push with this guy, the younger the better.
“Are you about ready, I have other appointments after you.”
Chris grunted before stilling and finally pulling out entirely, fist moving easily with her saliva.
“As much as I want to see if I can wreck that beautiful throat of yours, that’s something I can easily do with my wife. What I want that beautiful, youthful mouth to be occupied by my balls.”
He stepped closer and she felt the soft skin below his fisted penis brush against her lips, she tentatively reached out with her tongue across it. With his hips pushing forward a little more, she felt them pressed flush against her lips. Chris reached down and pressed one soft covered orb into her mouth and she ran her tongue over the skin, sucking gently.
“Such a good girl. Keep going just like that.” He worked him self just a little closer after he pushed his pressed pants further down his thighs, essentially straddling her face now.
She heard the distinct sound of his hand sliding over his dick before he seemed to be ready to focus on Peter. Their conversation was full of legal jargon that she had never heard before so it made it east not to divide her attentions, focusing on doing what Peter wanted her to do - please his client.
She let her tongue circle around the orb, sucking more of it in her mouth before letting it slide out while keeping suction. He groaned when the skin that stretched from her suction shrank back to its original form, the motion making his dick bob above her nose. Shifting as much as she could, she had to use her tongue and suction to pull the neglected orb into her mouth without his help.
She could feel how they started to descend with the heat of her mouth, a natural body reaction to keep his sperm at the perfect temperature. Once she gave it equal treatment as the one before she moved her head to the center, her tongue laving a big line down the skin between his testicles before sucking it into her mouth.
“Fuck, she is definitely the best one you’ve had. Maybe we can work out a deal where I can borrow her for a while after this. I could sit on her face and let her suck my balls all day.”
She wasn’t sure how she felt about that idea but she had been in worse scrapes before and been paid far less than Chris would probably pay her. Peter’s fingers found her clitoris and used his thumb to rub it vigorously until she moaned into Chris’ sack the vibrations of it making him cup the back of her head and force her mouth further against him.
“Shit, you like that idea huh, little girl? I’ll stuff both my balls in your mouth just to watch your cheeks bulge and I’ll keep them there until I’m ready to fuck my wife. Maybe I’ll have her sit on your pretty mouth while I fuck her ass.”
Stiles had never been with a woman let alone two people, it made her feel a little panic growing in her chest. She felt Peter’s hand squeeze her thigh as he continued to talk over Chris, she tried to focus on the sound of his voice even if she didn’t understand what he was talking about.
“Shit, fine, let me sign the papers. I want to come all over her face.”
The warning was actually a pleasant surprise and it gave her a chance to calm down, the hard scratching sound of pen on paper over glass. Then he was pulling his balls free from her mouth and from her angle she was able to see him cupping them, rolling them between his fingers as he pumped his steadily leaking dick like his life depended on it.
He grunted and told her to open her mouth, she knew he was going to miss so she closed her eyes. It was amazing how many times guys thought in the heat of the moment they could control where it would shoot when they were fisting it wildly. It always made her jerk for a second when the first stripe hit her skin but then she relaxed and just waited him out.
She didn’t even feel the last stripe across her cheek because Peter started lazily thrusting inside of her, feeling his previously soft penis harden and grow inside of her. The sensation of being filled the way he was had her fruitlessly trying to lift her hips into his thrusts.
He must have been able to feel her body tensing trying to move because he patted her thigh as he stilled and chuckled under his breath.
“Thank you as always Chris. I will send you a copy of these revised documents.”
“And a copy of the video right?” Chris stood over her as he put himself away, eyes trying to memorize everything about her to the point she got a gut feeling she would never take him as a client no matter what he offered.
“I always do.”
“It was a pleasure, Stiles. I hope our paths cross again soon.”
She didn’t say anything as she looked up at him, she doubted he wanted to hear anything she had to say anyway. After giving a brief nod to Peter he turned and walked out of the office.
Stiles let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding only to sigh in protest as she felt Peter pull out of her, it had already become an anchor for her besides the fact that it felt better than anything she’d felt in as long as she could remember.
“Don’t worry, I’m just going to clean you up a little and give you some water.” She heard him moving a way, the crack of a plastic seal as well as a drawer opening and closing.
When he came into her view, his pants were still splayed open with his erection shiny from lube and her own pleasure. He set an opened water bottle with a straw inside of it on the table before bringing a disposable wet wipe close to her face.
“Close your eyes, Stiles. He got this everywhere.”
She did as he asked as she gave a lopsided smile, it felt nice having someone do this for her even if it was to wipe someone else’s drying sperm off of her face. He was very gentle and methodical, not missing an inch of her face and neck before he was satisfied. She opened her eyes when she felt his hand cradle and lift her head.
“It’ll be easiest to drink if you turn your head towards me.” He held the straw still with two fingers as she sipped, not rushing her in the least.
Finally she pulled back and licked her lips before smiling up at him.
“You handled him very well. He likes to be cruder than necessary because he’s trying to make his need for his balls to be played with much kinkier than it really is.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at his summarization of Chris Argent, thinking on it that kind of suited the whole situation.
“I won’t give any one your information without your explicit consent.” He was serious then, eye contact focused to make sure she understood that he felt her concerns and wouldn’t let her be used.
“Thank you, really.”
He winked at her before standing and returning around his desk. “My next client will do far less talking but he’s a young entitled brat and can get carried away. The good news, it seems to be over nearly as quickly as it starts.”
Stiles’ eyes fluttered shut when she felt him using the tip of his penis to draw a line up and down the length of her folds, pressing it against her as he thrust lightly over her clitoris.
“Oh, god.” She hadn’t meant to say it outright but it felt good, teasing wasn’t something she often experienced.
Peter made a pleased noise before she felt his fingers from one hand holding her outer lips snug against his length while his other hand was used to steady his thrusts as he rutted against her, moving quicker with more noise that she made.
“Do you think you can come like this? My cock just rocking against you, you’re so wet that I’m just sliding right through.”
Stiles bit her lip as she pulled on all of the restraints, the bright burst of pleasure just inches away as he continues rocking against her. The ridge of his tip made her body give a tiny convulsion each time it drug over her clit, the pleasure like a tiny lightning rod.
“Peter, please don’t stop.”
“Keep saying my name, I want to hear it on your tongue when you come for me.”
Stiles felt her orgasm all the way into her curling toes, his name in fact on her lips as it rocked through her.
“Good girl,” they both sighed with satisfaction as he slid inside of her once more.
It occurred to her that Chris had called her a good girl earlier but it had made her feel like he was genuinely looking at a little girl in his minds eye. With Peter it just felt like a pet name, praise for doing just what he asked.
“Mr. Hale, Jackson Whittemore is here for his appointment.” Boyd stood in the doorway of the office, no longer needing to come all the way in.
“Send him in.” She heard Peter setting aside one leather folder before opening a new one in front of himself.
Jackson Whittemore couldn’t have been much older than she was, he was a stark contrast to how her life had turned out. His dress was far more casual than Chris’ but every item looked just as expensive, Stiles was starting to realize that only people with serious money needed to meet with a person like Peter who bridged pleasure with financial security.
His skin looked baby soft even with his sharp jawline, not a hair on his head was out of place. He grinned when he saw her and Stiles could see how any girl could pause and look twice in his direction.
“Damn, she’s cute. Look at all these moles.” Without even asking he slid his hands over her throat and across the span of her chest, cupping what he could of her breasts before sliding back the way he came.
“I take it she is acceptable for our meeting.”
“Absolutely, you keep finding girls like this and I’ll keep finding reasons to fuck up negotiations so you can fix them.” Jackson’s hand curled around Stiles’ throat firmly but not even enough to consider being concerned yet, he just liked the idea that he was holding her breath in his hand and he could take it away if he wanted to.
“You aren’t supposed to tell a mediator that you’re purposely derailing contracts. I work for both sides of the situation.”
“Yeah but a mediator isn’t supposed to bring in underaged girls for his clients to fuck, so we are both living in the same glass house dude.”
“Don’t call me dude.” She wondered if Peter realized he started pulling out and pushing back into her, slowly at first but then with more purpose as he listened to Jackson speak.
She wondered if he was trying to remain calm, working off his frustration through his dick instead. Or if he wanted to encourage Jackson to get on with it by giving him a visual reminder of what she was there for, her eyes drifting closed as her neck arched as much as it could. The sigh was breathy but loud enough that Jackson heard it, it seemed to put him in gear because she heard the sound of his belt and zipper next.
She opened her eyes in time to see he had pulled his shirt up high on his chest, exposing his well toned abs and his designer jeans pushed low on his equally toned thighs. Clearly he liked the look of himself naked and this was probably the closest Peter allowed him to get.
“I’m going to fuck your throat really good. How’s your gag reflex? I don’t want you to vomit on my jeans.” He sounded absolutely serious about his question which kept her from laughing at him, last thing she needed was to embarrass an entitled guy about to shove his dick down her throat.
“It’s fine. I can take it.”
Between the grin and the look in his eyes, she half wondered if Jackson thought she was issuing a challenge instead of just reassuring him. It only took a handful of tugs to get him fully erect, his girth wasn’t much to speak about but he was definitely longer than Chris was now that he was fully hard. She had the tiniest moment of doubt as he stepped towards her, his thumb pressing over her lip and against her bottom teeth to press her jaw open as wide as he wanted it.
“Let’s see how deep up can take me on the first go.”
She willed herself to relax, even while her jaw already started to ache from him holding her jaw open much wider than it needed to be. She used her tongue to coat over him with her as much as she could to help ease his way in, she learned a long time ago to make sure and be generous with spit to keep the feeling of his skin catching in her throat. That feeling would always trigger her body’s survival flight reaction and she would have to pull off or gag.
Jackson just kept saying words under his breath that made her think he just liked hearing himself talk, she’d had her fair share of men who hyped themselves up before sex but he was quickly taking first place.
She wasn’t even sure if Peter could hear his words, because if he had surely Peter would call him out for it. “Yeah. Take it bitch. Look at you taking my cock so good. Gonna tear you up.”
Instead of getting in her own head about how even his slightly narrower girth was still stretching and filling her esophagus in and almost endless feeling, she just tried to focus on her on breathing and the feeling of Peter’s hand ever present on her thigh. She squeezed her inner walls just to feel him snug inside of her and it made her leg out a long breath feeling the good friction of his pelvis grinding against hers in response, the action allowing him to slide the last bit inside of her until her nose was pressed against the soft skin between the base of his penis and his testicles.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding. First try and you ate my whole dick.” He sounded mystified by this ability and like he might actually come in the next two seconds.
Peter did imply he had a hair trigger, it was almost comical how true that might be.
“Alright, I might be watching her throat stretch around me, but I’m listening to you explain why I have to pay to repair my ex girlfriend’s beach house.” Jackson adjusted his stance while he spoke, both hands curling around her neck with his thumbs pressed right along the sides of where her throat had expanded to fit him.
She was just starting to feel light headed when he pulled out and she made sure to take a deep breath as soon as she could. He pulled all the way out of her mouth, groaning to himself at the sight of how slick his dick was. Stiles made sure to suck on his leaking tip, roll her tongue around the sensitive area and toy with slit itself to help wind him up.
“Yes, you love my cock, don’t you?”
She could distantly hear Peter’s voice as Jackson pushed back in, quicker than he had before and without an ounce of hesitation. It only took a moment to realize he was enjoying sliding in until her nose was pressing hard against his skin before pulling out so she could toy with him, it was fine by here if he continued his whole appointment like this but she sincerely doubted he would get off like this.
“Her friends dared me to drive that motorcycle into the pool, why should I buy a new one?” His words were strained more and more as he spoke, his thrusts starting to become more shallow to stay nestled deep in her throat and with more quickness between each word.
Peter sounded both bored and annoyed, his hips moving at a measured languid pace as he tried to explain the premise of friends jumping off bridges and how not everyone should follow them. As Jackson’s thrusts became more forceful, she sincerely doubted he heard a word.
Her jaw was just starting to hurt from keeping it open wide, his thrusts pushing little noises out of him. Each time she swallowed around him, his rhythm would go off course as he groaned before getting right back on track. Pressing her tongue to the underside of his penis gave him needed friction as she kept as much saliva on his dick so it wouldn’t spill out of the corners of her mouth onto the floor.
She moaned abruptly when she felt Peter start to thrust into her with earnest effort, his thumb clearly coated in a new layer of lube slid over her clitoris in the a way that had her seeing stars behind her closed eyes.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
Chris had thought he was getting her moaning too, she wondered if they just blacked Peter out in their minds so they didn’t notice him fucking her or playing with her body.
She knew the telltale sign of a man about to shoot his load, mostly by the way their grunts would come in shorter and shorter bursts. The big difference is some men’s grunts stayed quite and under their breath, whereas other men (like Jackson) got louder the closer they got.
“Fuck, I’m going to come down your throat. Don’t let a drop go to waste.” He could barely get the words out before he was pushing her nose hard under his sick as he buried it deep in her throat.
She didn’t really taste any of the cum, which she wasn’t mad about, as it spilled down her throat. She kept swallowing as he made tiny aborted thrusts, emptying all he had inside of her.
“Fuck, how much for another go?” His breath was labored and when he pulled out she could see his well toned chest heaving.
He didn’t rush to put his clothes back together or even tuck his duck back into his underwear, instead stepping close to Stiles again as he pulled the contract Peter was pushing towards him to sign. Jackson made sure his still slick, softening dick and the sack of his balls rubbed against the side of her face and her cheek like he was staking his claim.
It too all she had in her not ti cringe and turn away, she doubted Peter would scold her but she figured if Jackson was willing to just rub up against her with no thought to her feelings then speaking on it while tied down probably wouldn’t make things better. While she accepted many things during sex just having a strange man’s junk rub against her face as he signed here and initialed there was not fun in the slightest.
“Well as much as I hate to give my ex another dime, the separation was definitely made easier with this beautiful throat today.” Jackson wasn’t even looking at her, just admiring and caressing her throat once more before he finally started dressing again.
“Do you mean the separation from your ex or the separation of money from your bank account?” Peter’s hand slid over her lower abdomen, his warm palm felt soothing like he was petting her mind instead.
Jackson snorted as he smoothed out his shirt. “My money of course. There will always be another ex, the goal is to keep as much of my money as possible in the meantime.”
“A wise motto to live by.”
Stiles could clearer hear the sarcasm in Peter’s voice and she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
“To each their own. See you soon Peter.” Jackson peered over her one last time as his fingers moved softly over her throat. “It was really nice to meet you.”
Stiles stayed silent until he left the room before snorting. “I’m pretty sure he was talking to my throat and not me.”
Peter laughed lightly as he pulled out once more in a move she was quickly beginning to hate, moving around where she couldn’t see and making more noise than before. When he came around he repeated the process of wiping her face and offering her water until she was satisfied before leaving her side sooner than before.
“The good news is I only have one case left, the possibly exhausting news is that there will be two clients. So we are going to put that beautiful throat to the test once more.”
Stiles laughed at his mocking Jackson as she felt him shifting around between her legs. She heard two metal clicks and then she let out a small noise of surprise when her ass dropped, suspended only by her legs being strapped to the table. She hasn’t noticed there was a curved piece that could come away from the desk, but now her lower back was pressed against the edge of the opening.
“Here, this will feel better with this under you.” He gently lifted up with strangely innocent movements given his hand could have been filled with her ass, lifting her and pressing in a soft foam ring around the entire cut out edge.
“They are brothers, twins actually, and instead of breaking their appointments up - meaning far less paperwork for me - we are going to accommodate them both.”
“How?” Stiles was fairly certain of the mechanics of what was to come as far as the act of sex went, it was the question of how her ass would even be accessible with Peter buried in her pussy at a standing desk.
A mechanical noise started before Peter even started to answer. “There is a thin layer underneath where you’re laying, think of it like a hammock. One of them will lay in it and be raised up to meet you. I also have an anchored foot stool for leverage if needed.”
To fuck up into her ass with power. She wasn’t against anal sex, but she didn’t often get anything of it for herself so she wasn’t very hopeful that this would be anything other than uncomfortable.
“I have to remove two more pieces so don’t be startled.”
With two more metal clicks something to her right moves to be followed by the exact thing happing on her left side. Once the sound of thick wood being stacked passed Peter stepped closer, his voice coming from below her once more.
“I removed two narrow panels that run the length of your body from your chest to your hips. It allows the person underneath to have contact instead of hugging a wooden wall.” He demonstrated the new areas by sliding his hands over her hips and then up the entire length of her body, she had to work hard to suppress a shudder in the wake of sensations created by his touch.
What she couldn’t fight back was the whimper when his fingertips came up and ghosted the underside of her breasts, following the curve of them.
“You are by far the most responsive and pure girl I’ve ever worked with, it’s very tantalizing I must admit.” His hands smoothed down her hips as he moved to stand back up.
She pushed away the jealous feelings his compliment created when comparing her to past girls, she knew there were always going to be other girls but for a small second she forgot who she was and what they weren’t. Forgetting herself was the quickest way to bad decisions, she had enough heartbreak in her life there was no reason to add more for the sake of gluttony.
Peter was just sliding inside of her and opening two other folders when Boyd ushered in two more men that were too young to be dealing with a moderator. They fell somewhere between Jackson and Chris’ age, definitely too old to be interested in sex with a teenager for trade.
They were identical, at least from her angle anyway. Their taste in fashion was the only thing that differentiated them, one in a modern cut suit that was tight in all the right places to show off his muscular build. While the other was more casual with no tie and a fitted but loosely buttoned dress shirt over dark wash jeans.
“Ethan, Aiden, I’m glad we could finally make our schedules align.”
They only had eyes for Stiles, Ethan shrugging off his suit coat and moving away to drape it over a wingback chair.
“Did you two finally come to an agreement?” Stiles could feel Peter toying with the plug in her ass, tugging on it as he pulled out a little before pushing it back in as he thrusted inside once more.
It had her body tingling, once again reminded that she had never been with more than one person at a time and now she was going to jump to three at once.
“I’m getting her ass.” Aiden rubbed his hands together as he came around Peter’s side of the table.
Once again Peter pulled out of her as he stepped away and she suddenly felt nervous realizing that Aiden was going to see her as only Peter had to this point. Her legs spread and tied, her vagina wet and no doubt leaking from how long he’d been playing with her and pulling orgasm after orgasm from her.
“Damn that’s a pretty sight. Are you sure I can’t pay you a hell of a lot more to get to feel her little pussy wrap around me.” Aiden’s hand touched her calf and she couldn’t help but jerk in surprise.
“Not part of the deal, everything happening tonight has been prepared and agreed to by Stiles. The only variable has been which of you two would use her mouth or use her ass.”
“You always have been a possessive bastard, though normally you’re the ass man. At least in our cases so far.” Aiden laughed like the fact that he saw Peter enough to recognize an anomaly in his preferences was something to be proud of.
“Let’s just get you set up so we can get started.” Peter didn’t deny what Aiden said though and that was a little interesting.
She was actually grateful that Ethan was standing in front of her, unzipping his pants because it didn’t allow her time for mind to wander. If she let it wander she might thought about how maybe before she came along, the girls were always face down with Peter warming and fucking himself into their ass while he let his clients have free reign of their vaginas. Why was she different? Thankfully she didn’t have time for that.
“Has Peter keep your mouth full today?” The question could have come off creepy, she knew he meant it to be sexy banter, but really his tone sounded like he was concerned that she had already been abused.
“It’s been fun, I like it.” She grinned up at him and she knew the way her face always looked so young and girlish despite a stressful life, it always got men going especially when she told them how much she liked the abuse.
It never mattered if it was true or not, tips were always better if she “loved” it rough.
“What do you like the most?” He was stroking himself, his fingers massaging his balls as he spoke.
She was used to this too, sometimes just shoving it into a random stranger didn’t do it for men. Sometimes even men needed the fantasy to be weaved a little more. Hearing the whir of the lift below her, she knew they were going to be getting close to when she couldn’t talk anymore to help him along.
Fingers pulled at the plug even as one of Aiden’s hands came around to feel the soft skin under her breast, the angle of the tugging made her think it was Aiden pulling on it. After a moment, Peter grumbled and she felt his fingers gently but firmly pulling the plug free from her ass.
She heard the snick of the lube opening and the wet sound of skin on skin, presumably Aiden slicking up his cock before he slid it inside of her. Thankfully he wasn’t feeling especially rushed, feeling his fingers probe and stretch her ass meant she might have a minute with Ethan.
“I like meeting new people.” She made sure her eyes dropped to where he was stroking himself before meeting his gaze again. “I really like feeling my throat stretched around a good size cock, it makes me feel like I might choke but in a really fun way.”
She was laying it on pretty thick in her opinion but the way his fist was speeding up, she knew she pegged his preferences right off the bat. Ethan was the type of guy that would have files on files of porn where the main girl would always be wide-eyed innocent but in the end super slutty, she would bet everything Peter was paying her on it.
“Jesus, I bet I could make you choke. How old are you?”
Taking a page from Peter, she didn’t even hesitate to shave off another year as she stared up at him with doe eyes. “Fifteen but I’ll be sixteen in two months. I’m planning on getting a car so I can drive myself. Once I learn anyway.”
Aiden cursed below her and his fingers came out of her quickly replaced almost instantly with the blunt feel of the bulbous tip pressing against her pre-stretched hole. She didn’t get to see what he looked like before he was pushing against her, but if he was built anything like his twin then it was likely to still be too tight at first.
Ethan wasn’t especially long but he was on the thicker side with a slight curve. She gasped at the stretch, the surprised feeling very real but she made sure to keep her eyes on Ethan while it happened.
“Fuck, you’re really loving this. How does it feel?”
She wondered if they had done this before, shared a girl, because this whole scene didn’t seem to weird either of them out in the slightest.
“I fingered myself and stretched myself for this, keeping my hole lined up and ready with a plug all day. But it still doesn’t feel like enough, he feels big.”
Once the tip popped past the rim, she felt Peter sliding back inside of her, both of his hands gripping her sides as he snapped his hips several times. Clearly the sight of her being filled, the stories she was telling, this whole day was finally getting to him.
She closed her eyes and moaned almost in a Pavlovian response to feeling him inside of her again. She let her sounds flow freely because she could see it was getting Ethan off and Aiden pushed inside of her fully after two attempts of back and forth.
Aiden’s arms wrapped around her middle as he gave experimental thrusts to find a rhythm he liked. She could hear him shifting his feet on the stool Peter had told her about, no doubt widening his stance for better leverage.
Peter stilled inside of her after that and she realized he must have paused so she could get used to what was coming. Now that Aiden was set up, he didn’t waste any time getting into a steady rut that took her breath away. It felt so different with Peter inside of her too, she never felt fuller and it made every thing just seem more.
Once Peter started moving again she couldn’t keep from moaning and she caught Ethan’s eye watching her bound wrists tug at the restraints while her fingers fisted and unfisted, the only part of her body she could really move.
“Ethan, I need you. Let me feel you so I can be full everywhere.” And that was the straw that broke this specific camel’s back.
Ethen took the couple of steps between them and eagerly fed her his cock. She licked and sucked on the whole top portion of his dick, moaning between every action as she felt her lower body responding to the in tandem thrusting by Aiden and Peter. She was on the threshold of an orgasm and these men had only just started. Peter didn’t say anything about these men being on hair triggers so she was in for an experience like no other.
“Shit, when you moan like that I feel it all the way in my balls. You really do love cock. Stuffed in every hole and loving it.” She felt Ethan reach under the table and cup her breast, squeezing the flesh gently as he fully sheathed himself in her throat.
He seemed to want to savor it for a moment but then Aiden seemed to find a burst of energy that he didn’t have before and his thrusts started coming like a jackhammer, her lower half feeling like it was a lightning storm of sensations and any minute she was going to pop. Her responding moans had Ethan getting into the game, pulling out half way before pushing back into her throat, the larger size making her lips stretch and sting but it just added to the intensity of it.
She wanted to hear Peter’s voice but he seemed to be lost in the madness of this visit as well, his thrusts controlled verses the wild actions of Ethan. She felt like every one of Peter’s thrusts went bone deep and stood out in the midst of sensations being created by the twins.
Ethan wasn’t nearly as aggressive as Jackson was but her throat had still been abused by him and Chris before him, Ethan’s thickness adding to the growing soreness. He was deep in the fantasy of it all now, his hands moving over her face and throat the whole time.
Even though the sounds of slapping skin and her body trying to keep the foreign object inside of her, she could hear him murmuring under his breath, little praises.
“So beautiful, so tight around me. Such a slut for our cocks.” He groaned at his own fantasy becoming reality before him.
She knew he was seeing a young girl, body budding with three cocks driving into her at an endless pace. She wondered if when he turned his favorite porn on again, if he would see her as the girl getting railed. Or if he would feel her throat right around him in instead of his fist.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his dick, felt the veins jumping under the skin and she knew he was right there. His hand dug into her hair and pulled, pushing as deep as he could into her throat as he groaned deeply. She could feel the sack of his testicles jumping against her nose as he spilled down her throat.
“Fuck, yes.” He held himself close as she started to feel light headed, her breath already shallow from the way Aiden and Peter kept punching air out of her lungs with their intense thrusting.
Ethan slowly pulled out of her throat, resting his softening dick on her tongue. She sucked softly, her tongue rolling around the tip to catch every last drop. When he finally pulled free he brushed the tip across her lips once more, heaving a satisfied sigh.
“Thank you,” Stiles thought it was almost cute that he could go from saying such dirty things to her only to thank her for the opportunity now, she smiled up at him before moaning.
Her throat was sore but she couldn’t stop moaning, Peter’s thumb finding her clitoris even as his cock stretched and filled her. It seemed to relentlessly rub over her her most sensitive parts and her orgasm rocked through her.
“Fuck she is choking my cock right now.” Aiden moaned deeply as he thrust deep and held himself still as he basked in her body clenching in her orgasm.
He only held still for a second before he picked up thrusting like someone was going to take her ass away from him at any moment. His hands were everywhere on her body and she was on stimulus overload.
“Peter,” she couldn’t help but call out his name and his hips snapped against hers.
“So good, you’re doing so good. I’m going to fill you up.”
“Yes, please, I want to feel it. Peter.” She intentionally squeezed around him to feel each thrust stretching her.
He pulled out, just the tip inside of her as he started to come and she could feel the first streak before he pushed deep to fill her womb.
Aiden came just after him, thrusting the entire way through his orgasm. His grip on her waist was surely going to leave bruises but she couldn’t get over the feeling of his pulsing dick shooting inside of her. He didn’t immediately pull out but his grip softened as they all tried to catch their breath.
The sensation of Peter and Aiden pulling out at the same time fell strange in a way she couldn’t explain, her abused holes gaping and leaving her feeling empty. She could feel both of their sperm leaking out of her, dripping to the floor below.
Peter stepped back so that Aiden could be freed, the sound of clothes rustling and zippers climbing filled the room.
“Alright, boys, let’s just agree that you both were in the wrong and sign here and here.” Peter pushed a folder towards each of the twins, his hand sliding over her leg as he did so.
He massaged the thigh idly as pens scratched on paper before they were sliding the folders back.
“I know this is a shit deal but I’m to fucking happy to care. You are a sick bastard to exploit people like this, but damn I can’t even be mad right now.” Aiden brushed his hand over Stiles’ face. “Maybe next time, we’ll switch. Though it’ll be hard to give up that tight ass.”
Aiden actually saluted Peter before turning away, Ethan giving Stiles a wink before he followed. The door was barely closed before she felt Peter unfastening her ankles and legs, slowly stretching her sore muscles from being pulled in an unnatural position for so long.
She groaned but it was only partly in pain but it was also in pleasure because Peter’s strong fingers digging into her muscles felt amazing. He held onto her legs as he lowered the panel she was laying on before resting her ankles on the carpet, immediately moving to release the rest of her body.
Peter picked her up in his arms like she weighed nothing and she couldn’t help but lean into his warmth, her head on his shoulder and her hand settling on his steadily beating heart. She expected him to take her back to her room for the event, perhaps let her rest a bit before sending her on her way. Instead he went out a different door of his office, walking down new hallways. She closed her eyes and just accepted he was going to take her where he pleases, she was too tired and sore to care.
She heard a door click behind them and another opened, opening her eyes to see a grand bathroom. Slowly he set her on her feet, holding her to his chest tightly as she got used to her legs again.
“Are you alright to stand?”
She nodded and he held her close for a moment longer before his warm hands left her skin, she leaned against the bathroom counter as he turned towards the large porcelain claw foot tub and turned on the water, his hand testing it’s temperature until he was satisfied.
He surprised her again by opening a nearby cabinet and pouring some sweet smelling oils into the water, the steam already in the air amplifying the aroma.
When he turned to her, he looked focused but kind like he had when he sat her down to go over the rules for the day.
“I’ll leave you to have some privacy. I’m sure there are things you wouldn’t like an audience for. I’ll just be outside the door if you want help into the tub or something else.” He placed a small towel by the sink and a big fluffy one by the tub, toothbrush and tooth paste along with a small bottle of face wash before closing the door behind himself.
It surprised her deeply that after all he had seen and she had been exposed to, he would still treat her like a person who deserved respect. She hadn’t felt that in so long she couldn’t recall, but it felt nice. Still, after all her stimulation, she now felt void.
She quickly relieved herself, washing her hands before wetting her face. It shouldn’t have surprised her how her skin felt so much better after washing it, the wipes in between helped but it really was just a bandaid to the real solution. Brushing her teeth felt amazing but she was starting to feel itchy under her skin even when basic hygiene was being met. Opening the bathroom door she found he was in fact standing right outside.
She grinned at him. “We’re you listening to me pee?”
He let out a surprised chuckle and her belly did a little flip at the sight. “Not intentionally, I was more concerned you might fall.”
Stiles wavered in her confidence, standing stark naked in front of a man who was nearly twice her age but put every other man who had touched her to shame. He was gorgeous and while he had just fucked her or used her as a cock warmer, he owed her nothing.
He must have seen something in her face because he stepped forward and put his hand against her cheek, his fingers rubbing behind her ear.
“What do you need?” The words were soft, maybe even a little concerned.
“I just- I don’t think I can handle being alone right now.”
He nodded, his hand sliding up her arm and giving it a gentle squeeze. It occurred to her that since he released her from the desk, all of his touches had been completely innocent. He could touch her anywhere and she wouldn’t be able to stop him but once again he was treating her like a real person.
“Do you want me to sit in the room with you?”
“Would you, could you get in with me?” She couldn’t meet his eyes, looking at his bobbing Adams Apple as he swallowed.
He didn’t even hesitate, his lips pressing to her forehead in a chase kiss before pushing on the arm he’d been holding to usher her back inside. He didn’t shut the door entirely once they were inside, the bathroom an en-suite to his personal bedroom.
“Let’s get you in the water while it’s still hot, then I can get in.”
He held her steady while she lifted her leg over the wall of the tub, a surprising twinge in her lower half with the action. He didn’t let go of her hands until she was shoulder deep in the water and a heavy sigh escaped her involuntarily. He grinned while standing, his eyes never leaving hers as he undressed completely.
At the sight of more and more skin, Stiles couldn’t help but be in awe of him. His muscles were well defined under his skin, the hair on his chest perfectly manicured. When he lowered his dress pants and his briefs she couldn’t help but stare in appreciation, even soft he was an impressive size. When he stepped out of his pants she looked up at him and he was smug, but his eyes were stormy dark with his own thoughts that she knew weren’t pure.
He climbed in on the other side of the tub, she barely waited for him to be settled before she was moving to him. The water sloshed around her movements, his hands slid over her skin as he helped maneuver her between his legs and her back against his chest. It felt so comfortable, she couldn’t help but melt against him.
Peter lifted her hair to drape over his shoulder as she settled against it, his fingers instantly on her shoulders as he pressed into her skin with practiced skill. She hummed appreciatively as her own hands found his thighs, rubbing back and forth just to have the contact.
His hands moves down her arms, squeezing as he moved down. He lifted one hand to her chest as he released the other, both hands massaging her wrist where it had been bound for so long. Then he moved to her palm and each individual finger before repeating the process on the other side.
She was practically floating by the time he settled his hands on her hips, it was amazing that he hadn’t said a word the whole time (which would normally make her uncomfortable when she didn’t know what to say herself) but it felt fine. Soft. Domestic even.
“You can touch me, you know.” She murmured the words as she turned her head and pressed her face into his neck, pressing a kiss there on impulse.
“I have been, Stiles.” The amusement was evident, his fingers pressing into her hips to prove his point.
“But you’re not really touching me, you’re being very sweet and respectful. It’s a nice change, but I honestly like your hands on me.”
Her fingers slid around his wrist and he let her guide it over her stomach, up her sternum, across her collarbone and even her throat, pressing his fingers there for just a moment before pulling him back down and settling her breast in his palm. He made a pained noise before he gently squeezed it on his own, his thumb grazing over the nipple and the sensation made her shiver.
“I would never presume I’m owed anything outside of our arrangement. You need contact and you’ve been over stimulated so it makes sense that you’d want to have me as close as possible. I am happy to give you that, I always leave that open but I would never make you take more than we talked about in advance.”
It was probably the nicest thing anyone had said to her in years, it made her feel like a human. It may sound strange but for too long now she just felt like a hole to be used and paid for, to have someone not assume anything in regards to her was the decent thing to do. She, however, didn’t usually associate with decent people.
“Please do.”
His smile was soft as his hands moved over her skin, he lifted both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them before sliding down her stomach. She pressed her nose into his neck and sighed, she had started feeling like her skin was separating from her body but now it was starting to settle down.
“Why do I feel like this?”
“I’m not sure exactly what you’re feeling but if I had to wager a guess I would say it’s something akin to subdrop. It was coined for the BDSM community when they would do extended scenes and their submissive partner needed to be let down gently afterward. We are doing something similar to aftercare here, what is needed to feel better is different for every person.”
“You have a nice voice.” Her own voice sounded soft and distant in her ears.
His chest rumbled with a quiet laugh. “I think you are a exhausted and saying whatever thought comes into your head.”
“I do that when I’m not exhausted. I kept hearing your voice and feeling your hands on me whenever I would get overwhelmed, you kept me from freaking out several times.”
His hand came up and caressed her collarbone, the warm water from his hand dripping down.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to work with me again, but-“
“Yes, I want to.” She turned in his lap to look at him full on.
Peter’s lips quirked up on one side. “Let me finish, first.”
She blushed as she dipped her head, turning more fully to straddle his lap. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and buried her face in his neck, a satisfied sigh came out when his hands slid over her back.
“Okay, you can finish now.”
He chuckled and pressed his hands more firmly into her skin while wrapping his arms more tightly around him, the feel of her breasts being pressed into his chest took her breath away but it had nothing to do with constructing her airways.
“You’re trouble. I was going to say, I would like to work with you again, but I don’t want you to do things you aren’t comfortable with. You didn’t read any of the paperwork I gave you, you just trusted I would have set up an arrangement you’d be ok with. You don’t know me and while I’m flattered, I need you to be responsible too. I need to know I can count on you to tell me where the lines are.”
She wasn’t sure she would ever be able to find the lines where he was concerned, they all seemed to be blurred away. It was a huge red flag that she was already in too deep, it was easy to diagnose that he was the first man to be nice to her so of course he would go up on a pedestal. But in this moment, in his arms, she didn’t care what color the flags were.
“I promise to tell you if there is something I don’t want to do.”
“I mean it, don’t say you can if you’re just going to do something to make me happy.”
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, his brows doing something stern. “I promise.”
He nodded slowly before a pleased look came across his face. “You definitely had a spell on my clients today. Not one of gave any real fight about the proposals. They were too enraptured in you to care.”
Stiles knew it was a complement but she got more out of the way he beamed at her than the words themselves. “Your clients are perverts.”
He laughed outright but nodded. “It’s why this method works, why I’m so good at what I do.”
“Are you really good or is it me?” She was surprised at how easy the teasing came out of her mouth, but she was enjoying the banter almost as much as the closeness.
He snorted and his hands slid down her back to her ass, palming the full cheeks. He lifted her body up out of the water enough to dip his head and lick the dripping water from her nipple before sucking it between his lips.
“Oh,” she wasn’t sure if it was the action itself or the heat of his mouth but it took her by surprise, the sensation rushing through her body.
She combed her fingers into his hair and held him there, his mouth widening to take more of her breast into his mouth, his teeth scraping across the bud before his tongue twirled around it.
“God that feels good.”
The men she slept with usually uses her breasts for balance or abused them, acting like she wanted the rough treatment. Having his mouth be so methodical, so thoroughly teasing that it had her arching in his grasp.
“You are so responsive. It’s why they loved you.” He pressed open mouth kisses up her chest and to her neck. “I was having the hardest time concentrating, I just wanted to watch you and listen to you. They were supposed to be distracted, not me.”
That practically had her purring, to think she had this man distracted when he’s had so many others before her, it felt monumental. She pulled back from mouth on her neck because as much as she loved feeling them there, she wanted them somewhere else.
“Can I kiss you?” She has never once asked a John if she could kiss them, they always ask her and sometimes she says yes for the right price.
One of his hands slid up her back, the water sloshing as it came out of the water to cup her neck. He pulled her closer, his eyes hungry on her lips only to stop millimeters away to meet her gaze.
“I thought we were helping you come down gently?”
She grinned at him and leaned closer, her lips brushing his as she spoke. “Ever tried kissing as aftercare?”
He huffed a laugh against her lips, tilting his head to the side so he could slide to the right and then back again. “No, I can’t say I have.”
“Maybe it’s my aftercare, it sounds like something I would like. I feel better when you touch me, this is touching me.”
She was sure if they weren’t this close already he would have made a snarky comment just to debate the topic, instead he just pressed his lips firmly against hers. Their pleased noises mingled with the steamy air in the bathroom. She expected him to come at the kiss with the same steely determination he conducted business with, but it was much more gentle.
He took his time sampling each lip before he slid his tongue against hers, he teased and possessed until she felt like she was floating once again. He was hands down the best kiss she had ever had, but that only made perfect sense. When he pulled back, he looked just as effected and that made her feel amazing.
“I think we should get out of the tub, the water is starting to get cold.”
Her heart clenched a little, she wasn’t ready to leave his arms but maybe he was finished with her. She nodded before untangling herself, moving back to push herself out of the water. She kept her eyes away from the mirror because she was afraid of what it was showing right now, the constant loneliness that she had come to be a constant had faded so much while being here that it hit her like a mac truck when she realized it was over.
She quickly reached for the towel he had set out, wrapping it tightly around herself. She suddenly needed to get out of this bathroom, she couldn’t be this close to him if this was it. Before she could even reach the threshold though he was curling a hand around her arm and pulling her back against his chest, his other arm holding her still with an arm draped around her middle.
“Breathe, Stiles. I wasn’t clear, I can see that now. I didn’t say you had to leave. Of course you can if you want, I just wanted to move you somewhere more comfortable.”
She felt the ice shell she was starting to rebuild around herself start to crack with each word, the tension leaving her shoulders.
“Bet you haven’t had to deal with a clingy hooker before, have you?”
Slowly he encouraged her to turn around and face him, the same arm stayed draped around her waist when she settled.
“I wouldn’t call you clingy, you’ve been through quite a lot today no matter if you realized what you agreed to or not. I certainly couldn’t handle being fucked as many times and in as many ways as you did without it effecting me. If I asked for your attention, even when you’d already given it, would you call me clingy?”
Stiles smiled, blushing even at the mental image of Peter tied to his own desk. “Never.”
“Exactly. And as far as the hooker part goes, I don’t see what you do in a negative way. You’re a survivor and I would never begin to judge something I don’t know the full story of. You’ve seen the kind of people I associate with, I know their story so I easily judge them.”
When she laughed again she felt much more at ease, allowed him to lead her to his bed. He pulled back the covers but held onto her towel when she climbed inside. She looked up at him in curiosity, pulling the soft blankets under her armpits.
He gave her a look that said the reason should be obvious. “This is wet and you look much better in my bed without anything covering your skin.”
She bit her lip and tried to control her heartbeat when he walked back into the bathroom with it, retuning fully nude as he walked around the bed to his side. She was distracted by his confidence to notice they weren’t alone until something licked her hand.
“Oh Jesus!” She jerked her hand back when she saw a big black wolf staring at her, he didn’t even flinch at her start.
His nose was going as he inched as close to her as he could from where he stood on the floor.
“You must be Derek, I remember the ears.” She reached forward slowly with her hand only Derek seemed to grow impatient with her tentativeness and scooped her hand up with his snout until her hand landed on the top of his head.
“You seem to have made quite the impression on all the men in this house. After he’s had his treat, he’s usually uninterested in having anything else to do with the girls. I also don’t usually have to tell him to quit, once the honey mixture is gone he usually walks alway on his own.”
It made her flush hard thinking about his tongue between her legs, her thighs rubbing together unintentionally when her body throbbed in response. She had never ever considered letting an animal anywhere near her body before, but as Derek’s pink tongue snaked out to lick at her forearm while she let his sleek fur on his head she couldn’t deny the response.
“You did a good job big guy. I don’t know what that says about me, but facts are facts I guess.”
Derek made a happy chuffing sound as if he understood her before walking away only to turn back and jump on the bed, stretching across the foot of it and resting his head on his paws.
“He’s huge.”
Peter rolled his eyes but pulled her closer to him, the warmth of his body a comfort. “A huge brat. I had to buy a bigger bed because he wouldn’t stay off of it and I am not going to sleep curled up in a ball because he is too spoiled to sleep on the floor.”
Stiles grinned at him. “You’re just a big softie, aren’t you?”
He glared at her but she could see there was no heat in it. “You remember I just had you strapped to a table so that 4 guys and myself could fuck you?”
“Yeah but then you made me a bath, gave me a massage, said nice things to me and now we are in your bed cuddling. Kind of all softie moves.”
He rolled his eyes again as he pulled her closer, grumbling about how maybe he should stick to dumb girls. Sure she could have been put off by the comment but for some reason she wasn’t, found it funny and possibly complimentary.
“I was thinking, what if you stayed here?”
“Like for the night?”
“No, I mean we could make the guest room your room. You can change anything you want, I wouldn’t blame you. But we could benefit each other I think. You are too special to stand on a corner and stay in shady hotels. It could just be temporary if you’d like, just until you get on your feet.
“I would love to work with you again anyway, this would solve that. I would pay you a salary and you would work for me, until you decided you didn’t want to anymore.
“We would make it official, sit down together and go over your boundary’s and how this would work so there is no mistake.
“I would also be with you all the time, I would make sure you’re never in a dangerous situation. And I would make sure you’re feeling safe when it’s over.”
His hand slid up and down her arm, back to touching her respectfully even as her naked body was pressed along the length of his.
“You can think about it of course, for as long as you want.”
Stiles was stunned at the idea, it was almost too good to be true. “You seem to have already thought quite a bit about this.”
“Almost since the moment you walked into the house.”
She flushed thinking that the entire day he wanted her to stay and she had no clue. Of course she wanted to say yes, this was about as Disney movie ending a hooker could ask for. They would definitely need to talk details because she could see herself easily agreeing to anything in this bed with his arms around her.
“I have a couple of conditions that I can think of, right off the bat. If you can agree to them, then I would be interested in a deeper discussion about it.”
He looked surprised but pleased she was putting boundaries down already. “Please.”
“I would want you to move men like Chris Argent and Jackson Whittmore to another girl, I’m ok with guys like the twins. I know not all guys will be nice, I’m used to that but Chris has issues.”
Peter grimaced but nodded. “I can do that. I have to admit, I would have expected you to demand exclusively.”
“Well, my body wouldn’t take that kind of fucking everyday, even I can accept that. But, I do have thoughts about the other girls.”
He grinned as his brows rose, his hand on her hip squeezing in encouragement.
“With other girls, I want you to go back to being an ass-man. I like being the only girl you needed to get possessive of her pussy.”
He groaned and let his head fall back against the soft headboard. “I knew that was going to come back to haunt me.”
Feeling brave she moved to straddle his thighs, her hands resting on his chest to steady herself as the blankets pooled around her waist. She leaned back, one hand on his blanket covered thigh as she used her other hand to caress herself between her legs.
His head had come back up when she shifted over him and now his eyes were zeroed in on her fingers idly playing with the skin around the vagina in question. She palmed her entire sex before sliding her hand up, letting her middle finger slide through her folds as she did so. Along with her index finger she spread the outer lips to give him a better view of the already moistening area.
“Shit, Stiles.” He reached out to touch her but she pushed his hand back, his frown evident as he looked up at her.
“I want to hear you say it. That this is the only cock,” reaching between them she pulled him into view, stroking him with purpose. “That will only go in this vagina.”
Lifting herself up, she spread her legs further to sink down onto his semi-hard dick. She caged in his head with her hands holding onto his head board as she made slow shallow lifts of her hips.
“And that any other girl you bring here will only get to feel this in her ass.” She could feel him getting harder and longer as she moved, allowing her to make bigger movements with her hips.
“Fuck, we should really talk about this later.” He bucked into her with his hands gripping her hips tightly.
“Why? This is how you get people to agree, don’t you?”
He looked up at her incredulous before laughing and he slid his hands over her hips and around her waist as he urged her close enough to kiss. When he pulled back he was nodding.
“You win, this beautiful pussy is mine and I will only use their ass if I have to work with a different girl. But I think you’re forgetting something else, very important when it comes to this pussy.”
She frowned at him, the pleasure of being filled by him and getting her way clouding her judgement. He easily pulled her off of him and rearranged her body so that her back was against his just as he slid inside of her once more. His hands were all over her as he adjusted his stance and started fucking up into her with earnest.
She moaned and when she looked away from him as he massaged her breasts and toyed with her nipples, she saw Derek staring at her from where he laid at the end of the bed.
“You can say no, he won’t ever touch you without permission. He can have the other girls, but he likes you.” Peter whispered in her ear as he circled a finger around her nipple, his legs pushing further apart which made hers so the same.
Derek was getting a front row seat at eye level from where he laid, but he didn’t move a muscle in her direction. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this but she also couldn’t imagine not feeling that tongue again.
“Do you have the honey mixture?”
Peter hummed in her ear but shook his head. “I’d like to see if he actually needs that with you. Right now you smell of pure want and desire, all of it slick around my cock as I keep diving back into you. He can smell that and I bet it would be enough.”
Her breathing was already labored as she held onto Peter, the new angle making the head of his penis rub against her upper walls and it was making her crazy already. She finally nodded as she dug her nails into the muscled flesh of his thighs.
“Derek, come.”
The wolf didn’t waste a second, moving over quickly only to drop back down on the bed between their spread legs. His tongue immediately licked her over, the tip of his tongue flicking over her already engorged clitoris making her clench down around Peter in pleasure.
“Fuck, your throat was good but this is so much better.” His hand curled around her throat gently squeezing as of to put a physical reminder to his memory.
His thrusts never slowed, even when he groaned feeling Derek’s tongue try to lick up the slick that coated him from Stiles.
“Does he ever do this to you? Without a girl?”
Peter shook his head as he turned into her, pressing his lips to her jaw, her cheek, her ear. “I am just a means to an end right now, I’m bring him the sweet juices you’re making. He would probably give the same kind of attention to a spoon as long as it came out of you. Not that I’m judging him.”
Stiles would have laughed but she was too busy arching in Peter’s lap trying to get both closer and further away from Derek’s dexterous tongue.
“I would love to see how long you could last with him. Maybe for fun, we could tie your legs open and cover you in something thicker. It would take quite a bit of time to get something that sticky clean.”
Stiles moaned loudly from deep in her chest but she didn’t know if it was from his words, the feeling of him fucking into her sensitive core again and again, or Derek making sure he didn’t miss a crevice or a fold untouched.
“You are going to be addictive, I can tell.” He grunted, his fingers sliding down until he was pressing his fingers into her outer lips to keep them open for Derek’s eager tongue.
“Are you talking to me or the dog?” Stiles laugh got choked when Peter thrust such a force that she saw stars behind her eyes. “Fuck, I was kidding but I can say more things if you keep doing that.”
Peter released her lower lips to grip the insides of both of her thighs, lifting them higher to give himself room to work. He started thrusting with the same kind of jackrabbit speed that Aiden had used but the feeling of Peter bottoming out each time felt like a bass deep thud she felt in her spine.
“Yes, oh my god.” She arched against Peter and her hand slid over the snout and the top of Derek’s head as he continued licking her despite (or maybe partly because of) Peter’s intense thrusting speed.
Derek’s tongue was practically glued to her clitoris without her really understanding why since it only tasted like her skin at this point, her body’s natural juices below it. Whatever the reason, she was letting out a loud please sound as she came, clenching around Peter while Derek never let up.
“Oh god, oh god, fuck.” She felt her whole body give over to another orgasm just as the other subsided because they were relentless in her pleasure.
Peter grunted in her ear and she prayed he was close, she had long forgotten how many orgasms she had in just one day but she didn’t know if she had another in her.
“Derek, enough.” Peter had a hard time getting the words out as he inches closer to his own orgasm.
“Yes, please, I want to feel you Peter. You’re the only one who’s going to fill me up. What if you get me pregnant one of these days? Will your clients like a round fifteen year old?”
Peter groaned through a laugh, his goal in sight and while the rest of what she said might have been working for him he didn’t want to think about a fifteen year old right before he finished.
“Say something else.”
“You might let those other men fuck me, but I’m not going to go home with them. I’ll crawl in your bed as often as you want. I want you to be the one to put me back together.” It could have been a swing and a miss but she felt like she had learned to read men and she was already starting to feel like she could read this one.
He groaned and second later he was burring himself deep inside of her as he filled her.
“God you feel so good, I can feel you right here.”
She took his fingers and pressed them where he was buried deep inside of her. Her skin was protruding with his girth forcing her body to make room for itself.
“Shit, does that hurt?” She knew he was instantly obsessed with the idea even when he asked in concern, his hand pressing over the area just to feel it from the inside and out.
“No, it feels really good. I like being full of you.” She let her head lay back on his shoulder like she had in the tub, this time undulating so she could feel him inside of her. “For future reference, was it the pregnancy part or the age part that got you.”
He chuckled as he held her right around the middle and maneuvered them on their sides while pulling blankets around her body. “The age, I think I already scrape the bottom of the barrel being my age sleeping with a seventeen year old, the fantasy gets disturbing if it goes any younger.”
She hummed in agreement as she settled closer together, her hand playing with his as she yawned.
“You’ve had a big day, I should get something to clean us up so you can sleep.”
“In a minute, this feels good. This is honestly the best I’ve felt in a really long time.”
“Well I’ve never had a complaint.”
She elbowed his side playfully before returning to a more comfortable position. “I just mean, I might actually sleep tonight. Yeah, I like how it feels with you inside of me but I just mean it feels safe here. You and Derek make me feel wanted. It’s a nice feeling.”
“I’m glad, Stiles. You are wanted, even Boyd seems to like you.”
That made her chuckle despite sleep starting to settle around her. “He’s said two words to me, none of them today.”
“He will, give him time. But said plenty before I met you. He rarely does that. If at all, now that I think of it.”
Stiles hummed appreciatively. “That’s nice, I’m sure I’ll like him.”
Peter’s nose rested behind her ear as he breathed her in her natural scent. She could hear Derek getting settled at the foot of the bed again. It all felt surprisingly right, it wasn’t a fairly tale by far but it kind of worked. After all she’d been through it would take time to build the kind of trust for love but this could work and she was pretty sure Peter was the only one who could see her through it without breaking her in half in the process.
“Just go to sleep, we can work it all out in the morning.” His lips brushing over the shell of her ear made her whole body feel fuzzy in a way that lulled her further under, once again feeling domestic.
She had no doubt he was going to teach her things and maybe something’s about what he did she may not light once the light was clearly on them, but she figured they could work through that too. He had to have the craziest job there was, but she didn’t hate it because that’s how she was getting off the corner and into the arms of a man who promises to protect her until she could protect herself.
She didn’t know what her future looked like now but she knew it was already going to be better than yesterday’s view of it. All because of Peter Hale, his wolf and that custom desk.