7 comments/ 13299 views/ 10 favorites Prim, Savage, and Anonymous By: silverangel621 Sigh...I'm hopeless...but this idea had been in formulation for many years in many variation so yah. Next in the lineup is Gilded in Gold 9-10, then The Dark in Your Blue Eyes, By Night, My Love, and then Stone Cold Steele. Since this is a new idea the continuation depends on how much you guys like it so comment and rate and let me know. And i promise this is the last of my new ideas until I have one of my regular series finished first (i. e. the ones mentioned above). Edited by the wonderful Wanting2bdesired who gave me the idea for the title. Xxxxxxxxxx Chapter One Four-year-olds were a rambunctious, savage lot. Or that was the conclusion now firmly entrenched into Constantine Selvaggio after having spent the entire weekend with his nephew. His recently divorced sister had come to America towing her son and promptly informed him that he was to act as a father figure. Being the younger twin, therefore already familiar with Constanza's methods of torture, Constantine had given in grudgingly, if not gracefully. He barely knew anything about children, aside from his own formative years, but these days he was lucky to remember the night before. He hadn't been to his apartment for the past week and just this morning he had found himself beside a stranger, a woman, thankfully. Then Constanza had called him to come pick Zach up to take him to his school's fair where she would pick him at two. That had been three hours ago and the kid's fair was still in full swing. Constantine had spent the last half hour in a smelly, sweaty moon bounce trying to avoid getting trampled on by little dirty feet and sticky little hands. "Uncle Connie!" Zach yelled out and jumped right on top of Constantine, bringing him flailing down onto the sticky plastic. He groaned and slowly pushed up on his elbows, wincing more from nickname "Connie" than the impact. "Oi!" Constantine yelled and rolled over, bringing the young imp under him and began a tickle fight to the death, an evil grin marring his features. Zach howled in laughter and shot out kicks at him, which Constantine easily defected. "Uncle, uncle," Zach finally yielded. "Uh uh, what's the magic word?" Constantine taunted, smirking down at Zach's red face. Letting out a great gust of air, the boy finally said "Uncle Constantine." Constantine nodded and let his nephew up, the boy glaring up at him the whole way. "Not cool man." Zach pouted as he got out of the moon bounce. Sending up a prayer to god that Zach finally got tired, Constantine immediately followed. Zach waited for him outside, his foot tapping impatiently. "C'mon, Con, let's go to the rainbow ball pool!" Zach exclaimed when he say one of his friends run by heading for the small pool where thousands of colorful balls. Without waiting for Constantine's assent, Zach went after his friend and Constantine could hear both of the boy's screeching as they jumped into the pool. He was going to kill his sister if he actually survived this evening. Taking out his phone, he saw that he had a missed call from his uncle, but it was from his uncle's business phone. Curious, he pressed on the voicemail icon and was just about to read the speech to text feature of the voicemail when a shoulder knocked into him. "Hey, I thought you were supposed to look at my kid, not your phone," Constanza chided, but she didn't look angry. Constantine snorted. "That thing you call your kid is a menace." She grinned proudly and nodded her head. "I've taught him well." "So what the hell took you so long?" Constantine asked as he checked his phone again, quickly reading the message. "Sorry, my shift got extended but I made some killer tips. This one guy gave me a hundred dollar tip...you're not listening to me are you?" Constantine absently nodded his head as he texted a reply back at his uncle. "You wore a low cut dress and in awe of your assets, a poor sap paid you a hundred." Huffing, Constanza pushed at her twin. Of course that was exactly what had happened but the way Constantine said it...that just rankled. And Constantine smirked because he'd worded it like that just to pay her back for sticking him with her kid for longer than five minutes. He'd learned today that he was not cut out for being a father figure, being any kind of figure at all. "Was that Uncle Sergio?" Constantine nodded just as he got a message from his uncle texting him the time and requirements of his newest assignment. He raised an eyebrow at the last part and wondered what kind of client he'd be dealing with tonight. Looking over Constantine's head, Constanza read the message and frowned. "Boxers and blindfolds? Constantine, you know mother is not going to like this." "Mother does not need to know." Constanza sighed in exasperation and shook her head. "Why can't you get a normal job at a Starbucks or Abercrombie and Fitch or something? You've certainly got the body and the lack of brains for it." Constantine chuckled, pitting his phone back into his pocket. "I don't need brains for this job either. Plus it pays a hell of a lot more and I happen to love driving my Audi." "Pfft, yah but in the other jobs you wouldn't be sticking your dick into strange women," she protested. Constantine cocked a brow. "I worked at A&F. What makes you think I didn't use my dick?" "You're disgusting." "You brought up my dick." Constanza grimaced and pouted. "Let's stop talking about your dick." "Deal. I've got to go now, I need to make my appointment." Constantine was already taking out his keys as he took a few steps towards where he'd parked his car. "Have fun, or whatever. I'll tell Zach he scared you off." Constantine waved goodbye and checked his Rolex. The very expensive Rolex one of his regular clients had given to him as a gift. He'd found that he was just not cut out to work a nine to five job and he was just plain, damn lazy. He was already having sex like a maniac before his uncle had come along and offered him a safer alternative. One that actually offered him money over the occasional free lodging he'd get from his hookups. But since the business was in the family, at least on his uncle's side, Constantine's whole family knew what he did. And they did not approve. His very traditional minded mother thought Sergio was the very devil and that he was trying to entice Constantine into being one of his disciples. Constanza disapproved as well but she knew better than to throw bible hell fire on him anytime he came within five feet. She'd seen how strained the relationship with Constantine and his mother was. She knew she couldn't change her brother's mind. Constantine's father had stopped talking to him altogether, fearing that his son's taint would touch on his new and perfect little minivan driving family. Constantine snorted as he got into his car and revved up the engine, the purr of the engine soothing his nerves. It shouldn't matter what his family thought of him, it was his life and he was going to live it as he saw fit. He'd be proud of the mistakes he made because he made them. Shaking the morbid thoughts out of his head, he screeched into LA traffic, ignoring the angry honks aimed his way. He hurried towards his luxury apartment, uncaring of the speed limits and focused his mind of his new client. Being the nephew of Anonymous's CEO had its perks. Usually his uncle would take a forty percent cut as the finder of the client and for providing the environment where the interaction would take place. But for Constantine, Sergio had made an exception. He only took ten percent out of Constantine's cut and so for one night's work he'd be getting enough to pay off the new tablet he'd bought and then some more. Life was good, life was perfect. It was a mantra he told himself as he finally reached his apartment and got ready for tonight. Xxxxxxxxxx Primrose Dayan ran both hands from her temples into her hair, wondering for the hundredth time if she was really doing this. Was she really going to pay for sex? The confirmation email in front of her said so. That and the sizeable chunk out of her bank account that was nonrefundable said yes she was. They queue on her YouTube list showed the many documentaries she'd watched about women that paid for sex with men and things to do and what not to do. The one prevalent rule seemed to be don't fall in love or form any kind of emotional attachment. Fisting her hands in her hair, she pulled until she was a few inches away from snatching herself bald. Gradually relaxing her hand, she massaged the sore spot. She couldn't do this. Screw the money; she was not humiliating herself like this. This was the worst idea she'd ever had and she was stupid and idiot... And a godfucking damn virgin at thirty. Now that was humiliating. Growing up through puberty, she'd never given a damn to her virgin status. She'd just known that she'd only want to have sex with a man she loved. And that ship had sailed about a month ago when her friend had married the man that Prim thought fate had chosen for her. After having to make a funny but touching toast to the happy couple, she'd barricaded herself in the hotel bathroom and cried her eyes out. The next day she'd taken the day off work to do research into paid male lovers. After a few weeks of searching, her very close friend Samantha had directed her to a very exclusive sex club that catered to a more specific clientele. They'd come highly recommended and the security procedures that they had in place had decided for her. So here she sat in front of her laptop freaking out. Letting out a frustrated scream, she violently shut the lid. But that just allowed her to see the pink lace teddy and cage back open panel panties she'd ordered from Fredericks of Hollywood. The panties were pretty bits of pink and peach lace in the front and in the back; it was just a bunch of lines connected to a pretty pink bow at the top. It was as impractical as it was sexy. Running a finger over the delicate, easily rip-able lace, Prim squeezed her eyes and nodded to no one and nothing in particular. It was just her physical way of accepting what was going to happen to her tonight. And tonight she was finally going to get her birthday wish. She jumped when her cell phone rang and hurried over to her android. It was from an unknown caller and she just knew it was from Anonymous, the club she'd contacted for their services. "Hello?" Prim gathered some spit and swallowed it down her suddenly parched throat. "Ms. Devon?" the robotic voice form the other end asked. Prim had chosen to use Devon as a name, just Devon. The payments had been made in cash and the only thing the company had of hers was her email and her phone number. "That's, this is her, I mean she," Prim stumbled on her answer. "This phone call was just to reaffirm your appointment tonight at ten." Appointment. So professional. So bland. "Yes." "Great. I assume you've read the contract and code of conduct sent to you on the confirmation email?" She'd read it twice, then skimmed over it again just for good measure. She'd signed the contract that said she'd agree to the terms and read the conditions and sent them off a few days ago. "Yes." "Your preferences for the evening are still as you outlined?" Prim nodded, and then realized that the women on the other end couldn't see. "Yes." Good heavens, did she not know any other word? "Wonderful. Just leave your name at the front desk when you arrive at the club and you will be shown to your secured room. An opaque mask will be provided as per your request and you will be given four hours from ten o'clock with our employee. If he or you should choose to spend the night in the room, you may do so at no additional charge up until ten o'clock the following morning. That is acceptable, yes?" This had already been explained to her at the initial meeting when she'd been informed of the prices and hours, then again at the signing. "Yes." "We look forward to doing business with you this evening and if you have any questions prior to the rendezvous, please give us a call at the number provided to you in the email. Thank you for your business and have a nice day." "Oh, okay. Yes, thanks, you too. Bye." Prim tapped the phone off. Well, that was it. She was doing it. She glanced at across at her living room clock and gasped at the time. She had a phone and a watch on her at all times but she always preferred looking at the large black clock with gold accents that she'd picked up at a garage sale. The time was a bit hard to read but she loved how pretty it looked. But right now it was saying she only had four hours to get herself ready. That meant showering, shaving, straightening her hair, putting on sex proof makeup and calming down her erratic nerves. Yah, like that was going to be easy. Opening her bedroom, she headed straight for her bathtub. Shedding all her clothes, she took her razor and shaved every inch of her legs, then did it again just to make sure. Her underarms and her private area were next. She even took out a hand mirror to help her with the later, cursing physiology for giving women hair where it was most certainly unwanted. Then she hurriedly shampooed and showered, grateful she hadn't nicked herself anywhere other than her knees. That alone took up an hour. And because of her frazzled nerves, straightening her slightly damp hair was an almost impossible task. She had a few burn marks from her straighteners and her hair was still wavy. To heck with it, she'd just leave her hair loose and let the impossible curls win. After she'd done her makeup to her satisfaction, she checked the clock again and saw she only had a few minutes to choose an outfit. It shouldn't matter since the man she'd been meeting would have a blindfold on as would she but for some reason she wanted to dress up as if this were a date. Call her crazy, sentimental...mostly crazy, but she wanted to make this seem as normal as possible. She finally settled on a tight black dress that slithered against her skin sinuously. She spent precious minutes she did not have looking herself over the mirror, taking deep breaths and chanting 'I can do this, I will do this, I am doing this' over and over again. She'd made the situation as bearable as she could by requesting that both parties involved wear masks. Letting go of decade-long convictions were hard so this was all about making her fantasies come true. She'd had years of dreaming up many, many sex scenes and she just wanted the faceless entity that always took her breath away in her dreams. If it was possible to hire a lifelike robot, she would have but science was being too damn slow. Hence the mask and the anonymity. She didn't want to see his face and he wouldn't see hers. When she'd told the woman of her preferences, the woman had assured her that it was no problem. Prim had been assured that the man she'd been paired with would have no problem performing any acts she desired blind. That preserved the whole dreamlike quality she was going for and would finally let her let go of her lonely ideals. Digging deep into her dwindling reserve of courage, Prim forced herself out of her bedroom door. She ignored every cell screaming at her to stay home, to play it safe. It was almost like she was in a trance as she put a few necessities in her purse and headed out of her small bungalow apartment. On the way out, she caught a glimpse of baby pink out of the corner of her eye. Deciding she didn't need it, she bypassed the table and took out a cold bottle of water from her fridge. Before she could take a sip, she felt her phone buzzing. Glancing at the screen she saw Samantha had send her a dick picture and a caption saying insert slot A into tab B.( should it be tab into slot?) Smiling, Prim shot back a text telling her to shut up. Out of all her friends, she'd only told Samantha about tonight since shed been the one to introduce her into the club. She'd also sponsored her for the club so that she could even have a meeting, after which she'd been approved to do business. Instead of turning her away, the exclusivity of the club helped to make her decision. Samantha sent her a quick good luck and started giving her sex advice. Shaking her head, Prim put her phone on silent and made to leave the apartment. As an afterthought, she grabbed up the lingerie and stuffed it inside her purse as she headed out the door. Xxxxxxxxxx From the outside, one would never guess at the tawdry encounters that took place inside the building. It a large, industry sized brick building with nondescript signs that was easily overlooked. When Prim had first came, she'd gotten lost three times before finally entering the correct building. She knew the inside was lavishly decorated with rich colors gilded in rusted black and gold. As sex clubs went, this was one of the premier ones. Like a stalker, she sat in her car parked outside looking at the building. She saw a few men and women enter the building, most of them smiling and laughing as they went in. They looked confident and in control. Happy. Growling, Prim jerked open her car door and almost lost her balance when she couldn't get footing with her never worn six inch heels. Teetering on the black torture devices, she stumbled towards the entrance where a large bouncer stood guard. Offering her best smile, which she hoped wasn't as sickly as it felt she introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Pr...Devon." The tall man nodded and asked, "Your invitational card?" Fumbling around in her small bag, she blushed madly as she was forced to take out the pink lingerie and dug out the black lacquered card with her invitational number on it. The man didn't blink an eye as he took the card and punched a small hole in the corner before handing it back to her. Holding the door open with a slight tilt of his head, he nodded her inside. Prim instantly realized how cold it must have been outside as the warm air hit her body with the unpleasant sensation of tiny needling prickling her skin. She should have worn a coat. Rubbing her bare arms with her hands, she followed the sounds down the dimply lit red corridor. She took the time to admire the numerous nude and erotic art displayed on the walls but inherently she knew it was just a stall tactic. There was a desk at end of the corridor with a beautiful woman manning the desk. She smiled politely at Prim. "Hello, miss. May I have your name and invitational card?" Prim blinked at her for a few seconds before gathering enough brain cells to make her body function again. The woman was absolutely stunning. A bit of her courage drained away. The friend that had married the man she'd thought she was in love with was gorgeous too, a lot more than Prim. A few other men and women came in behind her and merely said hello to the woman. Prim guessed they were regulars and the woman knew that they belonged to the club. She handed her card to the woman who took the card and typed something in the computer in front of her. "Your room has been readied. It is on the second floor on the east wing, number 12. Mr. Savage is already in the room as per your request. Here is your mask," she said with a polite and bland smile as she handed over a dark cloth to Prim. Taking the silky material in hand, she could see it was made of expensive material. "Uh, thanks. Do I just, uh, go...?" The woman's smile kind and understanding. "You can head into the club for a drink if you like but since you are only on a visitors pass, you may only look. If not, there is a small sitting room adjoining the bedroom assigned to you so you can take a few moments there in private before you go in to your meeting with Mr. Savage." Prim, Savage, and Anonymous Prim nodded and smiled gratefully as she thanked the women and moved into the club. Unlike before when she'd come here in the day time, it was in full swing with numerous couples in the main room. Doors led to more private areas but the area she entered looked like a ballroom with a large chandelier hanging to the floor in the middle while men and women mingled around. Intermittently, scantily clad men and women were displayed on pedestals in the room. They writhed gracefully and sensuously to the low music. One of the male dancers caught Prim's eyes on him and he smirked. Prim quickly averted her eyes and hurried up the grand staircase that led up to the upper bedrooms. Thank God she'd been taken on a tour on her last visit or she'd surely look a fool right now. She quickly reached her room and opened it swiftly. She locked the door behind her and pressed her shaking body to the door. Like the woman had promised, she had a small sitting room and off to the side was an ornate wooden door when she supposed was the bedroom. And where Mr. Savage was. Savage...she wondered if that was a reflection of how he was in bed. Hesitant now she slowly crept to the looming door, feeling as if she were about to open Pandora's box. The carved metal doorknob was cold in her sweaty hands and she had to try twice before she could get a firm enough grasp on it to turn the knob. It opened without the ominous creak she was expecting. Chapter Two Candles were placed intermittently the room, creating a nice romantic glow. The bed itself was shrouded in darkness. Prim took a cautious step inside, biting the inside of her cheek. There on the bed lay a tall man spread eagled and looking very relaxed. He wore a blindfold and black boxers. Prim allowed herself to admire the firm ridges of his abs and his pectoral muscles, gulping when her gaze naturally traveled to the sizeable bugle hidden behind the boxers. She refused to look at his face; that would make him an actual human being with a life outside of this decadent chamber. As heartless as that might sound, she just wanted a body to use for the night, not a person. "H-hello," she croaked, and then coughed to clear her throat." "Hey," the man's voice rumbled nonchalantly, as if he were perfectly comfortable being blindfolded and half naked in a room with a complete stranger. Considering his line of work, Prim supposed he probably was. "I poured you some vodka and scotch. It's on the table near that gold couch." Prim's gaze darted to said table. Firelight from the fireplace shone on the silver tray with three bottles of amber liquid and two crystal decanters, the fire licking up the glass. She gratefully took the almost full glass and took a tentative sip. It was smooth and rich as it slid down her parched throat. "Better?" Savage asked. "Mmmhmm. This is great. Thanks." Lacking anything else to say, Prim finished off the glass. She watched Savage out of the corner of her eye, willing herself not to look at his face. "What's your name?" he asked. Prim opened her mouth automatically and was about to tell him her real name before he realized her mistake. She made a strangling noise as she suppressed her words. "Are you okay?" "Yes, yes, thank you. My name is ...Devon." "Nice to meet you Devon. Do you think you'd be more comfortable on the bed with me rather than fidgeting all the way over there?" A hint of a teasing smile played around his lips. Blushing, Prim put the now empty glass back down and took miniscule steps towards the bed. "To be honest, I'd rather be at home." "Really, then why are you here?" "Oh, I didn't mean to offend you," Prim hurried to add. Savage chuckled, waving her apology away with a hand. Prim followed its movement, watching the fluidly of his muscles move along his muscular forearms. She licked her dry lips, thankful she'd foregone lipstick. "It's just-I had to do this." "Don't tell me I'm your dying wish. I'd be flattered but..." Prim shook her head in the negative. "No, no. Nothing as dire as that. It's just that my friend got married and I-I think I missed my chance. So I guess this is my way of taking it back?" She didn't want to think about Serena and Jackson right now. "Ah, revenge sex? I always did think revenge was best served hot." Savage grinned, making the corny line sound soothing. Prim unwillingly giggled, comfortable for the first time this night. "There we go, you're more relaxed now. Come join me," Savage held his hand out in invitation. Prim gingerly got on the bed, careful not to touch any part of her body with Savage. He seemed to sense her reluctance as he moved up the bed and waited for her to make a move. "So, what do we do now?" she whispered. Bright, white teeth flashed at her. "Whatever you want. This is your time." "Right. Of course." But Prim made no effort to move. "Why don't you kiss me?" Savage asked, his face turned in her general direction. Prim quickly looked away. "Okay. But wait, I have to do something first." Prim snatched up the blindfold from her purse and put it on. Samantha had told her to leave off her blindfold if she was so intent on this encounter following some sort of fantasy but Prim wanted no chance of seeing Savage's face. It wasn't completely opaque and she could still she shapes. To test it, she looked at Savage who she could just make out but thankfully his features were shadowed. "Can I ask why the blindfolds?" Prim rose up on her knees and faced and Savage, reaching out a hand to test the waters. His skin was slightly warm to the touch, smooth and firm beneath her palm. "No. Is this okay?" Savage nodded as he grabbed Prim's hips and brought her to straddle his lap. She yelped, but she didn't pull away. "Okay?" he asked. Prim didn't answer as she moved her hand up his chest to cup his face, using it to guide his lips up to hers. The first touch of their lips was a soft meeting of tentative explorers, Savage letting her lead as she explored to her hearts content. She flicked out her tongue to get a taste of him, tasting just a hint of the scotch she'd drank earlier lingering on his lips. Pulling back enough for her to be able to speak, she asked him "Can you kiss me? Please?" Without another word, Savage grabbed the back of her neck and slammed his lips over hers. He forcefully thrust his tongue inside her mouth, taking her by storm. She had no choice but to melt into his touch. This was playing out exactly like in her dream with her rough around the edges dream lover giving her no quarters and just taking. Moaning into the kiss, she slid her hand into his hair and fisted her hands in the overlong strands. She must have pulled to hard because he grunted. She pulled her mouth away to apologize but he followed her lips and pressed her back until he pushed her down on the bed on her back with him hovering on top of her. Her hands fluttered from his head to his shoulder, and then back to his face as she kissed him back. Savage took hold of her aimless hands and shackled them beside her head. Instinctively pulling against the hold, Prim gasped as the hold tightened to bruising strength. As punishment, Savage bit her lip hard enough to make her gasp in pain but it just added kindling to the flame burning her up. "Oh, god, more," she cried out. No longer caring that this was stranger, this paid encounter had been adopted into her fantasy so she felt like she knew the lover that was taking her. He was the familiar man she had always turned to with every heartbreak. Savage pressed down hard on her wrists as he moved his mouth away from her throbbing lip to lick a hot trail down her arched neck to her heaving chest. Prim had outlined all she'd wanted done to her in the signing contract and she smiled as she felt him suck a bruise onto her color bone. He let her feel just a hint of teeth before he moved on to trace his tongue along the edge of her low-cut dress. The growl he made sent vibrations throughout her body, snapping out little currents of electricity in her cells. Just from a growl. Hot damn. His hands left her wrists but she kept them in the position he'd put her in as he reached under her to unzip her dress. She helped by arching her back and let him tug and pull the dress off her body. His movements were a bit impatient, the fabric cutting into her skin when he pulled too hard. But she didn't mind, in fact the roughness he showed just turned her on even more. Left in just her bra and panties, Prim dimly mourned that her pink lingerie wouldn't be seeing any action tonight. Savage quickly unhooked her bra and flung it away somewhere beyond the boundaries of her shadowy vision. When she felt his fingers digging into her hipbones, she thought he would rip her panties off too. Trying not to be disappointed when he merely tugged them down and off her legs, she closed her eyes behind the blindfold and stretched her body out. If he had his full vision, she never would have been able to let go like this. A dark chuckle sounded near her ear. "Most women don't like ripped panties and the pulling of it hurts." Prim blushed, grateful he couldn't see her beet red face now. Of course, how practical. But he didn't give her any more time to feel embarrassed of her misperceptions as he continued kissing her neck. Prim gasped in surprise when she felt his smooth, muscled chest press against her bare breasts. Her nipples pressed ardently against his smaller ones, the points rubbing together as he rubbed his body like a cat above hers. Her body was conflicted; it wanted her to push up into him while at the same time it wanted to escape the torturous stimulation. Savage took the decision out of her hands. He lowered his body on top of her and let her take his full weight as he took her mouth again. Her thighs cradled his stomach since he was a bit taller than her. Prim squeaked into his mouth when he began rubbing his rigid abs against her open core. Savage murmured soothing words against her mouth ah he continued to thrust his stomach against her. Prim's hands flew to his shoulder, whether in a plea for more or to stop she didn't know. Without her permission, her body began to undulate with his movements, tipping up her pelvis for the best possible angle. "There we go, baby. You wanna come for me don't you? So tight and wet, you're going to gush for me aren't you?" Savage taunted near her ear, biting the plush lobe. Prim shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again. She didn't have the capabilities to blush anymore. "But you'd rather come on my dick, right? As I fuck you hard?" Savage murmured against her neck. His hot breath made her scrunch up her neck but he bit down hard at the juncture where her shoulder met her neck. "Yes, yes, yes!" Maybe if she said if enough times, he'd put her out of her misery. "Say please," he commanded. "Oh god, please take me. I need it so bad," Prim wailed. She tried to pull him back on top of her but he pushed her hands away. He got up on his knees as he turned her over on her stomach. Nudging her thighs open, he got into position behind her. Prim buried her face into the sheets when she felt a blunt object nudge at her quivering opening. It was slick and slightly cool. She hissed as it passed over her hot passage in teasing strokes. Savage grasped her hips and brought her up to a kneeling position. She tried to get up on her elbows but he put a restraining hand to the middle of her back. He held her chest down as he slotted his cock along her pussy and pressed just the tip of it inside her. "Hold still," he told her, his voice guttural and deep. Prim had lost her hymen a long time ago and she'd used toys so she was no stranger to having a thick, oblong object within her. But this was different, this was real. She held her breath and waited for him to thrust into her. She didn't have to wait long. In long push, he buried himself inside her with a heavy groan. Prim bit into her fist to keep herself from screaming. The cacophony of their heavy breathing filled the room as Savage waited for her to adjust to the sudden invasion. Prim tipped her head in the smallest of nods as she gave him permission to move. Savage braced himself on one arm as he moved his hips in and out of her heat. With the other hand, he reached below Prim's body and cupped one swollen, neglected breast. He would pinch the distended nipple on every thrust, only releasing the abused morsel when he slipped out of her only to repeat the process. "You feel amazing, baby. It's like you're burning my dick," Savage growled against her neck. He bit her sensitive nape, digging his teeth in until it left crescent shaped marks. "Nrgh," Prim grunted, pressing into his thrusts. His pelvis slapped rhythmically against her buttocks, the lewd sounds bring her closer and closer to completion. Her body was so close; it just needed a little push. Savage seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He moved his hand down her breast and across her trembling stomach, the butterfly soft touch at odds with his aggressive thrusts. He put all his weight on his knees as he used his other hand to fist his hand in Prim's hair and pulled her up to a sitting position. She whimpered as the new angle hit a particular bundle of nerves inside her molten passage. Her face scrunched up on the sweetest of agonies. Savage dipped his idle fingers into the cusp of her navel, pressing the heel of his hand into her lower stomach and pressing his forefinger into her navel. Prim gasped as that sent shockwaves straight to her clit. He didn't linger, his hands trailed down to her pussy lips splayed wide around his condom covered cock. Just as Prim was above to fall over the precipice, he pinched her clit hard and bit down on her neck. She screamed as her orgasm claimed her, shooting through her body with the force of a bullet. Savage rode her orgasm with her, nudging his hips on shallow thrusts. She came down slowly from the high, but his busy fingers tapped her sensitive clit. It threw her into another orgasm, almost painful in his intensity. She thrashed in his hold as he hammered into her, using her hair to rein her in. Shudders wracked her body as Savage finally let her fall to the bed and slipped out of her. Her juices ran down her thighs in thick rivulets but she couldn't be bothered to give a damn. Prim felt Savage get off the bed, probably to dispose of the condom. A languid feeling invaded her body and she relaxed into the bed, mindless and boneless. The bed dipped to her left and she turned her face towards him. "Turn over," he urged as his hands pressed her to her back. Feeling self-conscious, she curled into her body. But he was having none of that. He laid his body along hers. He placed something besides her head. Her body was stiff as Savage ran his long boned fingers over her hips, smoothing down her sweaty skin. She stayed silent under his ministrations as he straightened her limbs until she was displayed out for his pleasure. His hands momentarily left her body and she heard a clinking noise. Then something cold engulfed her nipple. Prim pressed against Savage's shoulder as his ice cold mouth clamped over her sensitive nipples. The ice in his mouth rested on her puckered nub, drops of water running down the slope of her breast. The intense heat in contrast with the cold ice sent pinpricks of needle like sensations through her breast. It was hard to decide whether she liked it or not. "Open your legs." Obediently, her legs fell open but she quickly regretted her actions. Savage slipped a small chip of ice inside her raw pussy lips then held her legs together. The smooth object burned on her pussy, the water mixing with her juices. It was uncomfortable and a strange feeling. "What are you...?" Prim moaned, trying to squirm away from him but he wouldn't let her go. "Shhh...shhhh, just a bit longer. Wait until it melts." Prim whimpered, squeezing her thighs tighter around the ice as Savage continued to mouth her other nipple. It felt so good to feel the cold melt on her heat, feel the bite of Savage's teeth on her nipple. Savage pulled her thighs apart and in one smooth, unexpected move shoved into her. She heard him hiss as he felt the coldness battling with her overwhelming heat. "Again?" she croaked. "Again." He murmured against her mouth as his cold tongue slipped inside her mouth. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx "So, how was it?" Samantha looked at Prim expectantly as they took their morning coffee together. They usually worked out for an hour in the park then went over to a local bakery to have their freshly brewed coffee. "It was okay. The man was very polite and nice and stuff," Prim hedged, plain white coffee cup covering half of her face. Samantha threw a piece of paper at Prim in exasperation. "Bitch, open your mouth like you did last night. I need the dirty details, I haven't been fucked in three weeks!" Rolling her eyes, Prim stuck her tongue out at Samantha. "I don't live for your vicarious pleasures. So go watch some porn." "I'd rather watch you and your guy doing it. Was it nasty? Was it dirty? Is that a hickey I see?" Samantha reached her hand out to pull at Prim's loose t-shirt collar. "Samantha!" Prim exclaimed as hot coffee sloshed down her shirt when she moved away from Samantha's grabby hands. "Omigod, that is a hickey. Lemme see!" Samantha lunged for Prim again but she quickly stood up. "Okay, seriously, I'm going to leave if you don't stop doing that," Prim threatened as she took a half step towards the door. "And I'm going to let you pick up my half." Samantha pouted but she nonetheless clasped her hands in front of her and nodded her head at Prim. Laughing, Prim sat back down. She grabbed up a napkin and whipped at the spilled coffee, already cooling and making her chilly. That brought back memories from last night...the ice...Savage's mouth...Physically shaking herself, she took another fortifying gulp of the hot coffee. "It was just normal sex, seriously. Nothing special." Oh, what a liar she was. "So tell me about your last night." Samantha glared at the subject change but went off on a very descriptive account of her date, which Prim listened to with one ear. When anyone got Samantha talking about herself, she could take up entire hours of a person's time. Prim didn't mind, she found most of Samantha's stories hilarious. But this morning, nothing could distract her from reminiscing about last night. Savage had taken her three more times after the initial two fuckings. She hadn't had much opportunity to explore his body; mostly he'd just played with her body before taking her again. By the last time, she'd been begging for him to stop. Afterwards, he'd left her with a polite goodbye and left the room. She'd made use of the room and stayed the night, too exhausted to even contemplate the drive back home. She'd woken up sore and bruised and the happiest she'd been in years. She'd hurried home, taken a shower and gotten ready for her morning workout with Samantha. Though, she had taken a few seconds to admire the faint bruises on her body. Faint finger shaped marks on her wrists and hips, bite marks all over her neck and a few hickeys around her breast. It had made her breath come in short gasps, wetness pooling at her thighs. Before she got aroused, she's dressed herself conservatively and headed out. If she wasn't careful, she'd become obsessed with the feelings Savage had inspired in her. No, not Savage. It could have easily been another man who had done those things to her body. It was dangerous to associate that pleasure with just Savage. "Hey! I'm talking here! Hellloooo?" Samantha snapped her fingers in front of Prim's face. She lurched out of her thoughts and blinked at Samantha, taking a moment to gather her bearings. Prim, Savage, and Anonymous "I have to go," she said suddenly. She took a few bills out of her shirt pocket and threw it on the table. "What? Hey, what's up with you? Prim?" Prim waved goodbye, not even hearing Samantha as he hurried out of the coffee shop. Her bungalow was only a few blocks so she jogged the small distance. She needed to feel the freedom she'd felt last night. She hadn't gone to sleep with tears on her lips and Jackson's image on her mind. She'd lost herself in mindless pleasure. She'd been selfish for once in her life and taken exactly what she wanted. And she found she liked being selfish. So she was going to call again and set up another appointment. The last one. As soon as she reached her home, she went straight for the phone. "Hello, you've reached Anonymous. Do you have an extension number?" Prim gave the man the number she'd been assigned and she was put through to the woman who had handled her previous contract. "Hello, Ms. Devon. How may we help you today? I hope everything went well last night?" Prim blushed as she answered. "Yes, um, it was actually, uh great. That's actually what I wanted to talk about. I want-I want to make another appointment. Soon, but not now. Maybe like in a month or something?" "Of course," the pleased voice came over the phone. "Would you like to be assigned Mr. Savage or would you prefer another gentleman?" Prim bit her lip as he debated the pros and cons and having Mr. Savage again. She'd liked what they had done but she didn't want to get too attached. It was getting harder and harder to image her dream lover instead of Savage. Already in her fantasies, the lover had taken the shadowy shape of Savage. But then she really didn't want to get comfortable with another stranger. "Yes, I'd like Mr. Savage, thank you," Prim blurted out before she could change her mind. "Of course. We will have to outline another contract of the activities. I can set up a meeting for it next week but you can tell me now what you like to happen in the next encounter." "Oh, okay. Are you sure Mr. Savage will be available?" Prim wondered if she could reserve him for the next month, then immediately felt guilty for thinking of him as an object. "I'm sure he will be. He left positive comments about your encounter last night so it should be no problem. However if he proves to be unavailable, we will have no problem finding a comparable replacement. That is okay?" Prim worried her lip as she thought it over. Well if he left positive comments, that must mean something good. "Um, actually I'd just like to do this with him. It's-I-it's not that I- look," she fumbled to explain but the woman kindly cut her off. "I understand, Ms. Devon. I've sent him a request and he should get back with us by the end of today. In the meantime, would you at least give me an idea of what you'd like next time? This will not be iron clad and if Mr. Savage declines you do not have to continue. This will just help hurry the process along if I have the bare bones of it ready." "Of course, okay," Prim crossed her fingers, hoping Savage said yes. "Um, I want him to be, you know rough like last time." Looking at the bruises decorating her wrist, Prim added "And this time I want a few extras." She gulped. "Toys." To be continued...