Becoming His Expensive Plaything (9/12)

One more time turned into two. Then three. Then too many to count.

Samantha told herself it was just to build some savings. That was all. Just until she didn’t have to think about money anymore. Her eyes flicked to the envelopes on her dresser—neatly stacked, still sealed. She hadn’t opened any of them in awhile. But they were there. Proof, she insisted. Proof this was still about the money.

She pulled on a tight, red bodycon dress—skin-hugging and scandalously short, threatening to ride up with every step. She had to shimmy it down her thighs just to keep her ass covered. As she adjusted the straps, Victor’s cock crossed her mind—thick, heavy—and her lips parted, tongue brushing over her glossy lips before she even realized.

She shuddered. What would it feel like inside her?

No. She shook the thought off and stepped into her heels—six-inch stilettos, deep red and perilously high, the kind that made her mince with every step.

By the time she was out the door, hips swaying and heels clicking, her legs were trembling—just faintly—each step making the ache worse.

It wasn’t long before she was on her knees again, lips wrapped tightly around Victor’s thick cock, her head bobbing in slow, steady motions.

It’s not like she actually enjoyed it, she told herself. She was just giving Victor what he wanted, playing her part, stringing him along for his money. That’s all this was. Even as Victor pushed a little deeper and her eyes fluttered, she clung to the idea that she was still in control.

But then he groaned—deep and low—and said something she hadn’t expected.

“That’s it, you needy little slut,” Victor growled, his voice low, rough. His hands tangled in her blonde curls, holding her just where he wanted her. “You love my cock, don’t you? Such a good girl.”

Samantha whimpered. Her tiny cock pulsed helplessly in her panties, already leaking against the lace. Victor had never talked to her like that before, and it shattered something in her. Her body ached for him, her hips shifting as she moaned around his cock—needy, broken, desperate.

Good girl

She pulled back suddenly, lips releasing his cock with a wet, lewd pop. Her breath hitched—she needed him. Needed his thick cock to stretch her ass, to fill her completely, to ruin her.

Still trembling, she stripped quickly—fingers fumbling to peel off her dress, heels, panties, everything. She didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. She dropped to all fours—back arched, face flushed, her tight little ass shamelessly presented for him.

Victor stepped closer, cock in hand, stroking slowly. “You want it that badly?” he asked, voice low and amused. A devious little smirk tugged at his lips. “Did you even notice the last few envelopes were empty?”

Her heart stopped.

She had. They’d felt light—too light. But she hadn’t checked. She couldn’t. She needed to believe this was still about the money, that there was still some reason to keep dressing like this, to keep showing up, to keep sucking his delicious cock.

Her lips trembled. She was shaking—aching—her tiny penis leaking precum between her thighs.

“I c-can’t wait,” she whimpered. “Please, just put it in… don’t make me beg—fuck me…”

Victor didn’t say a word. He just pushed forward—slow, steady pressure until his thick cock finally breached her tight little hole.

Samantha gasped, fingers clawing into the sheets as her body tensed, then shuddered. He was so big. Bigger than she imagined, stretching her open inch by inch until he was fully inside, buried to the hilt.

Then he started to move.

Hard. Relentless. Deep, punishing thrusts that rocked her entire body. The slap of skin on skin filled the room as Samantha moaned—loud, desperate, helpless. Her arms gave out, cheek pressing to the bed, drool smearing across her lips as her body shook beneath him.

She came first. Then again. Then again.

Her tiny cock twitched uselessly beneath her, spurting a pitiful mess onto the sheets as Victor pounded her harder, faster, deeper. Her thighs trembled. Her back arched. She couldn’t even think anymore—all she could do was take it.

And when he finally came—deep inside her, hot and thick—Samantha collapsed into the sheets with a whimper, his cock slipping out of her slowly, leaving her leaking and spent.