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**Chapter 1**

Haylie stepped into the front entrance of Juniper Marketing, LLC, thankful for the relief of good air conditioning rescuing her from the early morning South Carolina summer sun and humidity. Bringing the coffee tumbler to her lips, she took a long sip of the hot liquid, its bitter flavor mixing with the sweetness of the honey bun still on her tongue. Passing by the front desk, Haylie flashed her ID badge before making a sharp turn for the elevator.

“Good morning Miss Juniper!” the receptionist called after her.

Haylie gave her a half-hearted hand wave as she turned the volume up in her Airpods, not interested in conversing with her co-workers this morning. Nearing the elevators, two men in company attire stepped around her as they exited. Stepping inside, she pressed the button for the fourth floor much harder than was necessary, then pressed the close door button.

*Oh, lovely! I get an elevator all to myself this morning!*

Just as the door started to close, a hand reached in, interrupting the travel of the doors as a man stepped in.

*Or not…*

The man said nothing but just gave her a curt nod and a courteous smile. It took Haylie a minute to recognize him, but she remembered him as Pete from the IT Department. He was a nice enough guy, and cute too, but she never could get used to the smell of his aftershave. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, but it wasn’t a good smell, and she never could bring herself to care enough to ask about it. Although, if rumors she had heard were to be true, Pete was apparently pretty well endowed downstairs. Well endowed enough that the last receptionist the business had was fired after slapping and scratching one of the delivery girls for flirting with him.

*They say good dick can make a woman do crazy things, things they wouldn’t normally do,* Haylie shook her head as she wondered to herself, *or maybe they were just crazy to start with. Maybe one of these days, I’ll figure out.*

Pete exited the elevator at floor three as Haylie breathed a sigh of relief. The air was no longer fouled with the scent of his aftershave, and she could finally breathe again. The elevator jerked upwards as the door closed, and with a ding, the doors swung open again as she arrived on her floor. The sounds of Five Finger Death Punch filled her AirPods as she stepped towards her windowed office at the back of the floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. The marketing and design team worked in the same space, and the running joke was that the whole floor ran on caffeine, nicotine, and any other form of “-ine” they could get their hands on. As she finished the last of her coffee, it was a running joke she knew was all too true.

Opening the door to her office, she was greeted by a view of the Charleston cityscape and coastline as bright sunlight illuminated her office, an office she had worked her ass off to get. She was also greeted by a new face, a tall, dark-haired man. At first glance, she noted his clean-shaven appearance and well-formed muscles beneath his long sleeve dress shirt, with a hint of grey at his temples.

“Who the fuck are you?” Haylie said with a hint of hostility in her voice.

The man stood up from where he had been seated, “Good morning! My name is Will, and I am…”

He was interrupted by a voice from behind Haylie, a voice she was all too familiar with.

“He is your new intern,” her boss’s voice spoke in his ordinary deep tone, a product of years of smoking a pack a day.

She turned to the old man, grey and white hair trimmed short with a white beard that rounded his jawline.

“Mr. Juniper, I thought I made it clear that I didn’t need or want an intern,” Haylie said loud enough for Will to hear and made her irritation well known.

“Well, you got one now.”

Her jaw set as her anger started to flare.

“dad… You and I both know I don’t play well with others. I work alone, and I don’t have the time or patience to hold the hands of some wet-behind-the-ears intern.”

The old man crossed his arms and stared at her sternly, “Too fucking bad, Haylie. You’re getting an intern, and that’s the end of it. He needs this internship for the last credit he needs for his degree. He’s got a 3.98 GPA, and frankly, I don’t trust any of our other marketing specialists to show him the ropes.”

“But dad….”

“BUT NOTHING, HAYLIE!” Mr. Juniper snapped, “Dammit, you’re my daughter, and I love you, but sometimes you are too much like your mother for your own damned good.”

*Ouch, dad. That was a bit harsh.*

Haylie looked back at Will before turning back to her father, “What the hell do I do with him? Do I have to take him for walks twice a day? How often do a water him? What do I feed him?”

Mr. Juniper pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an audible groan, “For Christ’s sake, Haylie, he’s not a damned pet. I don’t know what you do with him. Hell, have him go get you a coffee from across the office or something. He’s here to learn from you, after all.”

She turned, examining Will for a moment, noting how he was standing at what seemed to be some sort of military stance, “Uhh… go get me a coffee, I guess?”

“How would you like it, ma’am?” Will asked as politely as he could manage.

“Black,” she waited for Will to exit the office before turning back to her father.

“By the way, how was your trip?” Mr. Juniper asked as Haylie walked around to sit at her desk.

“Disappointing,” she said with an exasperated sigh as she typed in the password to her computer.

“I know, kiddo. You can’t win them all,” her father reassured her.

“I know, I know,” Haylie absentmindedly clicked her pen as she pulled up her email, “I’m sorry. I just… I worked my ass off on that presentation, ya know? And that was going to be a huge contract for the company. I was up for hours the night before running through everything and…”

“Haylie,” her father cut her short, “I get it, kiddo. I’ve been there more times than I can count. No apology is needed. Now, that said, I need you focused on this meeting you have here in about five minutes.”

“Meeting?”

“Yes, a meeting! Today, in five minutes! With the Gridsquare Foundation. Is any of this ringing a bell?”

Haylie’s eyes went wide, “Gridsquare Found… OH! The veterans’ group! Shit! That’s today?!?”

Her father’s eyes filled with concern, “Please tell me you’re ready for this meeting.”

“I was ready for this before I left to get on the plane to make last week’s presentation,” Haylie gathered a series of folders and her laptop from the table opposite from her as Will walked back into the office holding a new cup of coffee for her, “You! Intern guy, person, whatever your name is! Grab those presentation boards leaning against the wall behind the table, would you?”

Her father let out another audible groan, “I worry about you sometimes.”

Haylie kissed him on the cheek as she exited her office for the conference room, “I know, but someone’s gotta keep you on your toes, old man.”

**Chapter 2**

“In closing, I feel that if we use 22 A Day as a basis for our marketing platform for your foundation, it will not only inspire other people to support your foundation, but it will gain you more traction and visibility within the veteran communities. This is especially true when it comes to social media and online marketing,” Haylie stood in front of the large screen with the last slide of her Powerpoint presentation.

She watched as the three men with the foundation spoke amongst themselves for a moment. One of them, who seemed to be the leader of the three, arose from his chair and paced around the room, examining the presentation boards with numerous designs for apparel and products on them. He turned slowly, looking not completely satisfied.

“Miss Juniper, please thank your design team for me. These are way beyond anything I or anyone else within the Foundation could have come up with. And thank you for the time you put into this project as well,” the man’s eyes scanned the room and stopped on Will, “Tell me, what are your thoughts on this?”

“Oh, he’s just an intern, his opinion doesn’t matter,” Haylie spoke sharply.

The man watched as Will’s eye twitched, but there was no other reaction.

“Miss Juniper, I understand he’s just an intern. However, he has been standing at ease against that wall for the past hour, with a stance that can only be honed through military service,” the man turned to Haylie, “If we are trying to market to veterans, don’t you think it would be wise to get the opinion of a veteran outside of the foundation?”

Haylie turned to glance at Will, “Of course, Mr. Graham.”

“Will is it?” Graham asked politely, “Where did you serve?”

“Fallujia, with the 1st Infantry Division as an 11B,” Will said flatly.

“Rah,” Graham nodded to Will as they shook hands, “I was there as well with the First Marine Expeditionary Force. Glad to see you made it home, brother. Now, I would be honored if you would share your thoughts on this presentation that Miss Juniper has prepared for us.”

Will looked from Haylie to Graham, to Mr. Juniper, “Permission to speak freely?”

Mr. Juniper nodded his head and waved a hand, “Of course, Will.”

“If I am being completely honest, I am disgusted,” Will said as he refused to look at Haylie.

“Excuse me!?” Haylie barked at him.

“Haylie…,” her father’s voice stern as he arose from his seat, holding out an arm to still his daughter, “Will, would you please explain your meaning?”

Will walked up to the presentation images and motioned around with his hands, “It disgusts me that companies use 22 A Day to market to veterans. You take the worst and ugliest aspect of the veteran culture and use it as a platform to market to veterans with. You wouldn’t create a marketing campaign for California based on their homeless citizen sleeping in tents under overpasses, would you? You wouldn’t market a new form of candy on the fact that sugar makes people fat and ruins their teeth, would you? You wouldn’t make create an ad for the NFL that focuses on dog fighting or domestic violence, would you? Of course not! So why has it become socially acceptable for companies to market to veterans through the worst aspect of the community? Yes, 22 A Day is something that we as a community struggle with every day, but it should not be the pillar upon which a marketing campaign is built on. There are other aspects of military service that could be used, such as patriotism, freedom, or even the small, silly shit that we had to deal with on a daily basis while serving on active duty. That is what we should be focusing on for the Gridsquare Foundation.”

Mr. Juniper nodded, giving his now red-faced daughter a glare of caution.

“I completely agree,” Graham spoke up, “While I still want to keep the 22 A Day products, I don’t want that to be the main focus of our apparel line either. I want other aspects of service across all branches to be the focus of our products.”

Haylie closed the laptop roughly as she glared sharply at Will.

“Perhaps we could learn a little bit more about your Foundation,” Mr. Juniper stood between Will and his daughter, “Haylie is the best marketing person I have, hands down. Will, albeit an intern, has a unique perspective on the marketing community, process, and the veteran community. If it is okay with you, Mr. Graham, I would like to fly them down to Tampa to tour your facilities and learn more about your foundation before we revisit this marketing platform.”

Graham couldn’t help but smile, “That sounds like a great idea, Mr. Juniper.”

Mr. Juniper bowed his head, “Then, if that will be all, I thank you for this opportunity, and I wish you gentlemen a safe trip home.”

Graham and the two other men with the foundation thanked them as well and exited the conference room. Haylie, eyes locked on Will, gathered up her laptop and documents before giving him a disgusted look and walking away.

Mr. Juniper stood up, grabbing his favorite pen off the table, “Will…”

“Yes, sir?”

With an amused chuckle, he shook his head, “All I can say is good luck when you walk back into that office.”

Haylie was waiting for him as he carried the presentation boards into the office. Her face was red as she leaned over the desk and gave him a look that could kill. Will said nothing, just returned the boards to where they had been. When he turned back towards her, she let loose on him.

“What the fuck was that?! Who the fuck do you think you are? I spent a month researching and preparing that presentation for them, and you came in on your first day and pissed all over it! I fucking hate you so fucking much right now. This is why I hate interns! I don’t know what ass-kissing you did with my dad to get you stuck with me, but my dad is gonna get an earful for this!”

“He didn’t assign me, I requested it.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” she raged, not caring if the whole office could hear her.

“Because I was told you were the best,” Will stood defiantly in front of her desk, “I was also told you’re a bit of a lone wolf and don’t play well with others, but I still requested it.”

“Well, clearly there is something wrong with you,” she sneered, “Only an idiot would attempt to pet a dog after being told that dog will bite him. And now, after your little speech in there, I am stuck with an idiot intern for the foreseeable future. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing,” he gave her a little smirk, “Just wondering if you’re done throwing a tantrum like a spoiled little brat.”

*This mother fucker… Ugh… and murder is still illegal.*

Haylie screamed, storming out of her office as she slammed the door behind her. Every face in the office was staring at her as every inch of her body teethed with anger.

“What the fuck are you all looking at?” she barked, watching everyone snap their heads back to what they were working on.

Taking the elevator down to the second floor, she entered the human resources department, found the office she was looking for, and slammed the door behind her.

Janice, a greying woman in her early 50s, watched as Haylie flopped herself down in a chair.

“Please,” Janice motioned to Haylie’s chair, “have a seat. How can I help you today, Miss Juniper.”

“Cut the shit, Janice. I’m not here in a professional setting,” Haylie grumped, “Although I should be after the shit my new intern pulled.”

“Oh?” Janice turned in her seat, intrigued, “Do tell!”

“I spent a shit ton of time preparing that presentation, the company it was for hated it, and that fucking moron intern pissed all over my hard work! Now, my dad has us flying together to Tampa to tour the Foundation and learn more about them. So, I am stuck with this pain in the ass for the foreseeable future.”

“You? An intern?” Janice chuckled, “This is more interesting than I thought it would be. I mean, did he at least make some valid points when critiquing your presentation?”

“Maybe…” Haylie huffed, “In his own destructive kind of way that makes me feel like an idiot.”

“My, my,” Janice leaned back in her chair, “Has the mighty Haylie Juniper finally met her match?”

“NO!” she yelled out, “I just… he’s so damned irritating!”

“Mmmmhmmm,” Janice nodded, “Tell me more.”

“Later, when I have time,” Haylie looked up at her with pleading eyes, “Please tell me you are hosting another party soon. It’s been like two months, and I need a release.”

“Oh! Why yes! Tonight actually. Consider yourself invited. And remember…”

“Yeah, yeah…I know,” Haylie waved a hand as she reached for the door, “Cash only, always wear a mask to cover my eyes, and cover up any recognizable markings.”

**Chapter 3**

Haylie was greeted at the door of Janice’s home by her husband, who, apart from Janice herself, was the only one who didn’t wear a mask.

“A pleasure to see you again, Miss Juniper,” he said as he grabbed the collar of her coat.

“Good to see you too, Frank!” Haylie stepped out of the coat, her naked form hugged by the slightly warmer temperature of the room. “How is the knee? Doing better?”

“Much better. I haven’t used the cane in almost a month now.”

She retrieved her wallet and her mask from the coat, “Glad to hear it!”

“Have a good time, Miss Haylie,” he nodded as he opened the closet and stored her coat with the rest.

Haylie opened the door into the house’s main room, closing it behind her as the room swirled with naked bodies of numerous ages, builds, shapes, and sizes. She remembered her first time attending one of Janice’s parties, trembling uncontrollably with nervousness until three glasses of wine calmed her nerves enough to converse with the other guests. Now, it was one of the few places she truly felt comfortable. Before she could even reach for a glass of wine being carried around by one of the naked waitresses, a glass was shoved in her face.

“There you are,” Janice handed her the glass of wine, “I do believe I found you a good one for tonight.”

“Oh?” Haylie sipped from the glass.

Janice pointed across the room, where a tall man was serving sandwiches to other guests. Tattoos on his chest and a full sleeve on each arm, despite him trying to cover some of them for the party, decorated a smooth stomach, sizeable arms, and a toned chest. His face was completely covered with some sort of skeleton mask. Just the sight of him made Haylie tingle with excitement in more methods than one.

“Yes, Janice, I think you did.”

“Well, I hope you brought plenty of cash because some of the other ladies have had their eye on him all evening,” Janice gently patted her friend’s bare shoulder as she looked at her watch, “Ah! It is time to start bidding!”

Janice’s parties were… different. Some called it a breeding party. Some called it a BDSM party. Those who took part in both called it a B&B party.b Either way, it was a place for people of similar tastes and interests to gather and not be judged by the rest of society. It was also a place for successful women specifically to express themselves sexually, without the prying eyes of others upon them. Some women brought their husbands along, and together they would bid on a woman or a man to accompany them for the evening. A clean bill of health from all involved was a requirement, and Janice would not allow anyone into the party without it. The recipients of the funds varied from party to party. At the last party Halyie had attended, the original recipient had been some sort of cancer research fund. At this party, all of the money made from the bidding was gonna be donated to the local hospital, specifically the burn unit.

Haylie was looking to be dominated and bred at the party. She was what they considered to be a B&B guest. It was completely up to the guest if they were on protection or not, and consent forms were signed prior to the party and kept on file, both physically and digitally, on a separate, offline server to prevent tampering from hackers. Haylie preferred not to use any form of protection. The pill messed up her hormones, IUDs were uncomfortable, and she was allergic to latex, so no condoms. The fact of the matter is she preferred to be fucked raw and have her pussy filled without protection. The risk was the biggest thrill, and nothing made her orgasm harder than a thick cock twitching a thick load deep inside of her, especially if she was ovulating. At least until the next morning when she would take Plan B. Every woman who wanted to be dominated had a company card of sorts for the person they bid on, a pleasure card, as the attendees called it. It listed their red activities, yellow activities, and green activities. Red activities were BDSM activities that they would have no part of, and reserved the right to walk out and get a full refund for their bid. Yellow were activities that the submissive could request to be performed, assuming the bid-on dominant was comfortable with them. Green was an activity that they were completely fine with.

One by one, the guests bid on their respective parties. As they disappeared into the guest rooms, it didn’t take long before the sounds of lust and love emanated from down the hallway. Finally, Haylie’s tattooed mystery man stood up next to Janice in the front. Haylie’s eyes dropped to his erect manhood. Not that she blamed him, as there were a number of considerably attractive people at the party. His length wasn’t massive, six, maybe seven inches, but his girth was nothing to scoff at. Haylie knew by the reaction of other women in the room and the size of his cock, this was gonna cost her extra. At a second glance, she spotted an old scar that sat across the width of his cock, and another that ran across the width of his left thigh.

*I wonder what the story behind that is. Scorned lover? Some sort of accident?*

“Okay, ladies, let’s start the bidding off at five hundred,” Janice motioned toward the mystery man.

“One thousand!” The couple called out in unison, the wife bouncing with excitement.

Haylie recognized the masks and remembered an exceptionally fun night she had with them one time. The husband wasn’t all that blessed downstairs, but he lasted nearly an hour before finally exploding inside of her, three orgasms later. That and it felt like he’d pumped a bucket’s worth of cum inside of her that night. As if that wasn’t enough, the wife had a tongue that made Haylie orgasm four more times before she was satisfied she’d licked up the last of her husband’s cum out of Haylie’s pussy.

“Fifteen-hundred!” Another couple called out.

“Fifteen-Hundred, going once…” Janice announced.

Silence.

“Going twice…”

Haylie held up a hand, “Seventeen hundred.”

The wife of the couple looked over at Haylie, her body language displaying a clear message of ‘How dare you.’

“Two Thousand,” an older woman behind Haylie placed a bid.

*Oh, hell no. I am not about to let that old hag outbid me.*

“Twenty-Two hundred!” Haylie declared.

“Twenty-Two hundred going once…” Janice looked at Haylie with a smile.

The first couple between themselves for a moment.

“Going twice…”

“Twenty-Five hundred!” the first couple shouted out.

The second couple looked disappointed as they tossed their wallets into the seat next to them.

“Twenty-Five hundred going once…”

Haylie listened to the old hag behind her cursing under her breath.

“Going twice…”

She watched as the mystery man’s cock twitched, and strong arms and strong hands at his side as he awaited his fate. Haylie’s mind played an image in her head of those strong hands around her throat as he drained himself inside of her.

“Going three times…”

“THREE THOUSAND!” Haylie screamed out.

“I have three thousand! Going once… Going twice… Going three times… Sold to the pretty lady in the fairy mask!”

She stood up from her chair, retrieving her pleasure card from her purse.

As she walked by, Janice she heard her whisper, “Have fun!”

Handing the mystery man her pleasure card, she held him by the cock as she found an empty room down the hallway. Her pleasure card was a little different. It listed specifically what she wanted to be done to her. She was there for her pleasure, not his. The first rule on the card: No talking. Second rule on the card: Do not announce when you are about to cum, just do it. Announcing it ruins the moment and the climax. The rest of the card read as such:

*Step 1: Cuff my hands behind my back.*

*Step 2: Lay me on the bed, play with my nipples, clit, and finger me.*

*Step 3: Flip me over, ass up, face down, and spank me until I am so wet that I am dripping down my leg.*

*Step 4: Uncuff me, put me on my back, and hold my legs in the air.*

*Step 5: Fuck me hard and deep, and cum inside of me.*

*Optional: Choke me while fucking me.*

*Note: Positions are optional, but stimulation areas are not.*

It was practically a roadmap to her orgasm, yet, she’d had a handful of men in the past two years of attending these parties still fuck it up. She closed the door behind her and watched as the man read the card. Tossing the card onto the bed, he retrieved a pair of handcuffs off the bed. Turning, she put her hands behind her back and waited for the kiss of the cold steel on her wrists. One wrist and then the next, and she was ready to go. She turned, feeling the heat of his erection brush across her thigh. Before she could react, he reached between her thighs with both hands lifting her up and pinning her to the wall. Haylie didn’t mind, she liked it rough, and this was no exception. Though this was the first time in a while that a man had the raw strength enough to toss her five-foot frame around like a rag doll, and it turned her on even more. She bit down on her bottom lip as the mass of his cock pressed against her clit. His lips pressed to her neck as he sucked and nibbled. His cock moved to her opening as he teased her, twitching the tip back and forth across her clit.

“Fucking tease…” Haylie moaned softly as she wrapped her legs around him, sinking him into her.

*Fuck! It feels even thicker than it looks!*

She moaned out loudly as she felt him fill her, feeling his girth stretch her aside as he slowly leaned his weight into her.

*I’ll be damned, a guy who knows how and when to be rough and when to be gentle.*

Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him as she felt his hips press to hers, the tip of his cock pressed up against her cervix. She expected him to just begin thrusting, but to her surprise, he used his weight and cock to pin her to the wall as his hands found her neck and nipples. Firm, strong fingers pressed against her neck, yet not applying pressure to her throat so she could breathe still. Fingers flicked, pinched, and tugged at her nipples as she felt him twitch and throb inside of her. Apparently, the pleasure card had been a list of suggestions that this tattooed man used to his benefit. And it was working. Haylie guided his hand from her neck to her clit. Taking the hint, his thumb worked her clit expertly, as his fingers teased her nipple while she played with her other nipple herself. All the while, she could still feel him twitching inside of her, his cock pressing against her G-spot. It didn’t take long before her whole body started to tingle with ecstasy as she screamed out in her first orgasm. The tattooed man did not give her time to recover as he carried her over and tossed her onto the bed. She rolled over onto her face as she stuck her ass in the air, her pussy suddenly feeling very empty.

“Fuck the spankings,” she moaned out softly, “Put it back in… I miss it!”

Haylie had her fair distribute of dick in the past, from school, and from Janice’s parties. She’d had long dicks, short dicks, fat dicks, and skinny dicks, but this one… this one hit all the right spots in all of the right methods. As if to taunt her, he slapped her ass a few times as he pressed himself back at her opening, but not in her.

“Put it back in!” Haylie ordered, “I want it!”

She felt the man tug at her hair, his cock pressed at her opening.

Jerking her head up, his voice was muffled and distorted by the mask, but she could still hear what he said, “You didn’t say please.”

*He just broke rule one. I could walk out of here and get my money back. But that dick, though… Fuck it, just this once.*

“Please,” she begged, “Please put it back in!”

“That’s a good girl,” he muttered through the mask as he grasped her hips, sinking his length back inside of her, damn near sending Haylie into another orgasm.

*Did he just call me a good girl? No one has ever called me that before. And why do I like it?*

Grasping her hips roughly, she felt him ease in and out of her slowly at first, but then he picked up the pace, driving hard and deep into her. He was manhandling her as he fucked her raw, fast, and hard as if she was his own lifesize fleshlight, and she loved how damned good it felt. Screaming into the mattress, her second and third orgasms came and went as her leg started to feel like jello, lacking the strength to hold her upright. He must have noticed the strength leaving her legs as strong arms flipped her onto her back, hugging her legs as he sank back into her. One big hand held her ankles together as his other hand wrapped around her neck again, his cock and hips driving her into the springs of the mattress. She screamed out as her fourth orgasm rippled through her, the tattooed man seemingly not losing an ounce of steam as he relentlessly slammed into her pussy, over and over again.

*Fuck the card. That dick, this man… Oh, he can do whatever he wants to me. I don’t care.*

He pressed her legs to her chest as he folded Haylie up. His cock was already rubbing her G-spot, but with her legs back against her chest, the head of his cock pressed against her G-spot with every intense thrust. She gasped in pleasure as she pulled at the bed sheets, her whole body screaming with euphoria as he drilled into her. A fifth orgasm erupted as she squeezed and dug her nails into the forearm of the hand around her neck.

*Fuck he is good! I have to talk to Janice. I don’t care who this is. I want him for myself!*

Strong arms scooped her up off the bed as she felt suspended in the air, save for the cock that was impaled inside of her.

“What are you doing… Oh, fuck!” Haylie moaned out as she felt him release inside of her.

Some guys just have a quick little burst, and that’s it. Some guys have a few twitches with a large load. Some guys have big twitches with a little load. Her tattooed mystery man was more of an explosion. Haylie moaned out loud as she felt the first explosion of his seed detonate against her cervix, as every twitch of his cock felt like it was lifting her up. Even through the intensity of her own orgasm, she could feel him flood her. Every twitch of his cock was another gush of his seed inside of her, not just a squirt, a full-on gush. It was more than she could bare as she felt a strange sensation between her thighs as she squirted onto his cock and stomach.

*I DIDN’T KNOW I COULD DO THAT! What the hell has this man done to me?!*

She could feel his cum seeping out of her pussy and running down her thigh already, and he hadn’t even grown soft yet. Haylie was suddenly disappointed she was handcuffed because she had the unfamiliar urge to want to taste his cum as it dripped down her leg. Haylie wondered he was done as he lowered him down to the floor onto her knees. She could feel his seed leaking out of her, forming a puddle on the floor beneath her. She might have been done and satisfied, but he was not done with her as he lifted her chin up, shoving his cum and pussy soaked cock into her mouth.

*What sorcery is this? He’s not even soft!*

Roughly, he held her hair as he fucked her mouth. Haylie had never been big on blowjobs, but strangely enough, she found herself up to the challenge, curious as to what it would feel and taste like to have him explode into her mouth. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his cock throbbing in her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. After several moments passed, she was a bit surprised with herself when she realized she was sucking him rather than him fucking her mouth. Her surprise was short-lived as she felt him swell inside of her mouth as he groaned out, spilling his seed against the back of her throat and tongue as his sweet and salty flavor filled his mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” his muffled voice came through the mask, “Now swallow it…”

Haylie felt herself tingle with excitement as she heard him call her a good girl again. She smiled up at him as she felt the heat of his seed travel down her throat.

*What just happened? This was supposed to be about my pleasure! How the hell am I on my knees, sucking him off? And why did I just swallow his cum? I’ve never swallowed cum before! What the hell is happening?*

Grasping her chin, he lifted his mask just enough to kiss her creamy, cum soaked lips. Reaching onto the bed, he retrieved the keys and unlocked the cuffs.

“Farewell, my Good Girl,” he muttered through the mask as he turned towards the door.

The taste of him lingered in her mouth, the heat of his seed leaking down her thigh, leaving her cum-filled body feeling more satisfied and sated than she ever had before.

“Wait!” Haylie reached out for him, her body too weak to stand, “Does your Good Girl at least get to know your name?”

The tattooed man opened the door and paused as he looked back at her, “Maybe one day. When you’ve earned it.”

NSFW: yes

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