I’ll meet you for dinner, but this is
way out of my comfort zone. Like so
far out of it, that I’m actually trembling again.” She held up her hand to show
me.
“I know. That’s what makes it so hot.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I can make you our biggest star, if you
let me work with you.”
“I need to go. You have already blown my mind several
times tonight. I need some rest,”
she said as she struggled toward the door of the limo.
“There’s no pressure whatsoever. Just think about it and I’ll pick you up
right here for dinner tomorrow evening,” I said, trying to reassure her.
“Ok, I’ll be here at five.”
Raven
Oh my holy fucking… what have I gotten myself into? Not only did he violate me in nearly
every possible way, but he also recorded it? Fuck me! As I
wilted into the driver’s seat of my sports car, my bottom felt completely numb
and my mind was still abuzz. While
sitting there trying to collect myself, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Gunner:
I know your head is probably spinning right
now, but just relax. We’ll discuss everything
tomorrow and then I will respect whatever decision you make. Remember, no pressure.
After a few seconds, a second text came
across the screen: I had a blast
with you tonight…
I knew that the right thing to do would be to
get the recording from him the following night and say goodbye; however, I had
never had an orgasm like that in my entire life. It was going to take every bit of will
power I could muster to walk away. Who am I trying to kid… I won’t be walking away. Not yet
anyway.
Chapter 7
Raven
Crawling into bed that night, I was more
physically and emotionally exhausted than I had been since giving birth. And yet, there were so many thoughts
running through my head that all I could do was stare at the ceiling. I
can’t believe I did that. It still
seems like a dream. Gunner is sexy
as hell, but I can’t believe he recorded me. What if that leaked out? That would completely ruin what’s left
of my career. I had a blindfold and
wig on most of the time, so maybe no one would recognize me. How would I ever explain it to
Hannah? Then there’s my mother, who
would never let me live it down. Maybe I really am a dirty slut.
I glanced down at my phone and re-read the
last message from Gunner. He had a blast? My thoughts instantly turned back toward
the lustful side. I have never come like that in my life. I can’t believe I squirted. That was so weird. After tossing and turning
restlessly, I rolled onto my stomach and stuffed my headphones into my
ears. I cranked up one of my old
favorites, Take Your Mama by the
Scissor Sisters. Screw it. I had one of the most amazing
experiences of my life tonight, but I’m not going any deeper. I’ll get that master recording from
Gunner tomorrow night and tell him I’m done. My mind continued to flip flop, back and
forth.
The remainder of the night was spent drifting
in and out of sleep, dreaming about all that had gone on earlier in the
evening. I thought back to how
intense it had been. He damn near made me pass out. My juices began to flow once again just
at the recollection of being forced to orgasm repeatedly while being unable to
escape his touch. What a rush! My fingers traveled down between my
legs. Wow, I’m actually a little sore.
After several hours of fitful sleep, my phone
buzzed again. This time it was a
text from Amber:
Amber: I’m dying to know what happened last night!
She must have truly been dying because I had
never heard from her before 8:00am on a Saturday morning for as long as I had
known her.
Me: It was wild, scary, and amazing!
Amber: Get up! Let’s go have
breakfast or coffee or something.
Me: I need a good
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