13 comments/ 19465 views/ 16 favorites Change of Plans Ch. 02 By: spectacularfreak Once he stuffed himself back into his pants and he got his clothes all situated, he grabbed the blindfold and told Billy to turn around. "Why do I have to put the blindfold back on?" She questioned quietly. She was a little confused since they were already there and she hadn't even taken a moment to look at the scenery as they were driving there. She knew no way to get home and actually didn't want to know her way around his home, she wanted to know him. He gripped her hair in his hand and yanked her head back so that he could look into her eyes. "I've already ignored the fact that you're speaking, don't start questioning me, just do as I say, that's what I paid you for." She let out a small gasp at the pain, but the wetness between her legs began to flood her underwear and she dug her fingers into the leather. She wanted him to bend her over the seat and to tear his way into her body; she wanted him to fuck her like an animal. She desperately wanted him to feel her from the inside out and bit her lip against the images flashing through her mind. He brought his mouth down to her ear and asked, "Do you understand me?" She let out a small whimper and gave him a jerky nod. He released her hair and brought the blindfold up once again and she let him engulf her in darkness. Her senses became heightened and she waited for whatever may come next. She heard the car door open and felt cool air hit her face, "open the other door please, Harold." "Of course sir, sorry sir." "It's fine Harold, just do as I ask." He gripped her hair in his hand again, and when she next heard the door open it was behind her. She felt a small tug on her hair as he pulled her out the door behind him. She was nearing the edge of her seat and felt him slow down so she had enough time to exit behind him without falling. "Take off your shoes, I don't want you falling." She kicked off her heels and felt her feet press against the cool smooth pavement of his driveway. "Harold will get your shoes, come on." He tugged gently on her hair and she turned around and followed as he led. She stumbled once or twice on her way up the stairs to the front door, but other than that she made it without incident. He pulled the blindfold off and watched her as she took in her surroundings. She stood in one of the grandest houses that she had ever seen and gazed at art that cost more than what he was paying her. Her palms began to itch and she started to feel nervous. What if he let her roam the house at one point and she broke something, she didn't want to become indebted to him instead of hired by him. She didn't want to piss him off, she was no stranger to being spanked, but he seemed as if he would do much more to her. She shook her head slowly and backed up towards the door, she wasn't so sure about this anymore. His hand shot out and grabbed hers; he pulled on her and dragged her till she was fully pressed against his body. He was rock solid again, and he looked like he wanted to eat her. She was engulfed in his smell, his clean, spicy, sexy smell. She wanted another taste of what he had to offer. She let her free hand scratch down his back slowly and she let her hand grip his ass. He growled gently and yanked her hair back and licked her lips. Her eyes glazed over and she started to pant. "Be a good kitten and go start walking up those stairs. I'll be right behind you." She began to climb the stairs with him behind her. She could feel the heat of his gaze again, but this time it was centered on her ass. She let her hips sway a little bit more and lifted her knees a little bit higher than necessary when climbing the steps. She hoped that this was getting him as hot as it was getting her because she seriously was ready to be fucked. She needed it more than her next breath. Once she reached the landing of the stairs she made to turn around but she felt his arm wrap around her stomach keeping her back pressed to his front. His other hand trailed up over her thigh, her hip, past her waist and it tickled softly against her breast before he gripped her throat. He left his hand there against the smooth skin of her neck and let his thumb tickle just below her ear. She started to get nervous again and tried breaking his hold on her waist. He gripped her throat a little tighter and flexed his fingers a little. The hard lump in his pants was very prominent against her ass and she sighed at the feel of him. Her nervousness changed into something else entirely. His hand around her throat made her feel primal, she began to grind her ass against him and sway her hips back and forth. His hold on her throat relaxed and he began to stroke the skin below her ear again. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and stood on her tippy toes to kiss his jaw line. She then relaxed again and began to dance the only way she knew how. He didn't relax the arm around her waist, if anything he held her tighter. She ground herself against his pants and leaned forward slightly so that he could feel her heat. She started to lift her hips up and down and arched her back so that he could keep his hold on her throat. Soon she wasn't dancing by herself anymore; his hips began to grind into hers. Her breath came in quick pants and his hand let go of her throat to take possession of her hair again. She leaned over more and pushed back into him even harder and felt his cock rub across her clit. It was like lightening through her body. She let out a long breathy moan and started to push back even harder and her movements became erratic. She felt him take a step back and followed him to keep applying the same pressure. He took another step back and followed him again, she felt his body jerk and heard him gasp as he took another jerky step and let go of her hair and her waist. She was confused at the loss of his body heat and turned around to see him fall flat on his ass on the stairs, one hand out to brace himself and the other gripping the handrail. The look on his face was priceless, his hard, cocky mask had cracked and he looked bewildered and frightened. His knuckles were white against the handrail and he was panting from the rush of adrenaline and what they had been doing on the landing. She giggled a little at his face and extended her hand out to him. "Sorry about that," she giggled. "Lemme help you up." He remained where he was a second longer and rolled over as gracefully as he could. His stomach was pressed to the stairs and got a perfect view of his fine ass in those damned pants. He swung his legs around until he was sitting on the step and then lifted himself to his feet. He stood up and turned to look at her, with a cocky grin on his face but the hardness was back in his eyes. "Let's go." He strode past her and made a right turn to go down the hallway. She followed him without a word, her body was on fire and she would've bet all the money he was giving her that he felt the same way. They came to the end of the hallway where there were large double doors that took up the entire wall. He turned to the wall just on the right of those doors and opened a single small door. He walked into the room first and held the door open for her. When she walked in he shut the door behind her and gave her a second to take in her surroundings. This room was twice as large as her small apartment with a bed that was just as big as her bathroom. There were large bay windows that looked out over the land behind his house and a vanity with a small wooden stool. The walls were a rich purple and the ceiling and floor were a pristine white. She walked around the room quietly and took in her surroundings. There was a bathroom attached to her room and that was just as expansive as the room itself. The floor was white tile and the counters were made of white marble. She walked over to the shower and gazed at it through the clear glass door. Both the shower and the deep garden tub were made of black marble. The shower had a detachable showerhead and the tub had jets all around it. On the sides and under the faucet, she raised her eyebrow at that. If things didn't play out the way she wanted she might test her flexibility later with that jet. Vibrating showerheads were so last year. Attached to the bathroom was another smaller room filled with shelves and racks. He came up behind her and spoke. "This will be your closet." "I don't think I'll be here long enough to fill this room." "You may never know; I might want to pay you to stay the week instead of the weekend. We'll see." Her heart started to do a two- step in her chest and let her mind wander. Images of endless fucking flashed in her mind, but that wasn't the only thing she wanted out of him. She had images of dancing and intimate dinners, but she knew that that might never happen. She may just be a hooker with a dream. He grabbed her hand and led her out of the bathroom and brought her to another door in the bedroom. " This door leads to my bedroom," he explained." You are never allowed in my bedroom, but I will come into your bedroom. No matter what we do, it will always be in your bedroom. Understand?" She nodded in agreement. "Say it. I want to hear you say it." "I understand." "You understand what?" He questioned. "I understand that all business conducted will be in my room and I am not allowed in your room." "Good." She walked away from him and approached the bed. For a moment she just stood there and took in the large, towering four-poster bed. She climbed up onto the bed and dipped her back so her ass pushed out. She knew she had his attention at that moment. He let out a hiss of air and his visual fingertips grazed down the back of her bare thighs. She got to the middle of the bed and let herself collapse. She pressed her face into the plush pillows that were encased in the thick comforter. She breathed the fresh smell of fabric softener and let out a deep moan. The pillow top mattress conformed to her body and she felt herself sinking into the bed. She let her body relax and was completely calm, if a little sexually frustrated. She felt the mattress dip a little around her feet and felt hands touch her. Instead of feeling the heat of his visual fingertips she felt the heat of his real ones. They trailed up the back of her calf and massaged into the back of her knees. Her leaky quim began to quiver at the feel of his fingertips on the back of her knees. That wasn't her sweet spot, but it was damn good enough at that point. He let his blunt nails scratch at her temporary sweet spot and then he leaned down to lick that sweet spot. Her entire body was on fire. She jerked when she felt his teeth gently graze her right sweet spot and his thumb kneaded her left one. He soon switched to doing vice versa. His hand began to trail up the back of her right leg slowly and he lifted his head from her left leg and blew gently across the wet spot. The cool feeling of the spittle evaporating was soothing compared to his fingers trailing up to her thigh beneath her skirt. Her thighs touched together right in front of her dripping apex. Once the spit was fully dried on the back of her knee he leaned back into an upright position and let his left hand follow a similar trail as his right hand moved up the back of her left leg. Once they reached the same position as his right hand he forced both between her thighs and forced her legs apart. She was breathing in quick gasps and could feel a small knot in her stomach. She felt like she wanted to scream out in pleasure, but he hadn't gotten her to the point where she absolutely had to, but he would. She let her legs relax and spread her thighs apart to reveal her soaked panties. He brought his right hand up to her soaking opening. He pressed two of his fingers into the fabric of her underwear and stroked his fingers down until he found her hard button. Her body jerked in pleasure and he pulled his hand back. Soon she no longer felt his heat above her feet and she felt the bed decompress. "Hey! What-"His hands wrapped around her ankles and he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. His hands trailed back up her legs once again, this time without pit stops, and he made it back to her wet quim. He pushed his fingers into fabric again and zoned in on her clit. She let out a small gasp and gripped the sheets in her hands. He traded his fingers in for his thumb and rubbed up and down on her clit in quick little strokes. Her legs curled up next to her and her fingers clawed into the bed. His hands disappeared again and then his mouth was upon her. It engulfed her and she felt his lips lock around her mons. He sucked her deeply into his mouth and she could feel his teeth scrape across her pussy lips and his tongue press into the fabric. It licked up and down her slit until he found her hard nub waiting for him. He pressed his tongue against her little clit and listened to her breathy gasps and moans. He pulled back and grabbed the waistband of her underwear and told her to flip over. She readily complied and raised her hips off the bed and let him yank her underwear off. "No underwear." "Oka-" He cut off her sentence by dipping his head down between her thighs. She shot her hand down and tangled her hands into his hair; he stopped. "Please, don't stop," she begged. "Take your hands off my head," he ground out. She looked down at his face and blanched at the look in his eyes. They were like simmering coals in his head. She untangled her hand. "Grab the sheets if you must, but do not grab me," he stated coldly. She swallowed loudly and nodded. As soon as he saw her assent he dipped his head down and got back to work. He no longer teased her. His tongue lashed out and dug its way into her dripping hole. His hand came up and his thumb strummed her clit like a guitar. Her hands dug into the sheets and she started to pant harder. She could feel the knot break in half, one half going up towards her mouth and the other down towards his. He took his head away and brought his hands up again and abruptly stuffed two fingers into her dripping hole. Soon his fingers were pistoning in and out of her with a sucking sound. His thumb was above his fingers drawing circles onto her clit. Her breath came out harsher and her hips began to buck up and down. Her grunts and groans filled the room with the sounds of her pleasure. "UGH! God yes, please don't stop," she ground out between tightly clenched teeth. He started to piston in and out of her faster and then he felt her begin to contract around his fingers. "Oh! O God yessssss," she hissed out as her body spasmed and her pussy contracted around his fingers. He turned his hand palm up and stroked the small ridges in her pussy causing her hips to thrust up into the air and for her to just scream. Once she was calmed down he pulled his hand away from her dripping quim and looked at it as it glistened. He locked her gaze to his and licked the tip of his middle finger. Her eyes widened and if she weren't spent her body would've heated up all over again. The corners of his mouth lifted and he extended his hand to her. "Clean me," he ordered. She pulled his hand down to her mouth and sucked her juices off his fingers. She saw that there was some on his palm and licked there as well. His eyes took on a hooded look while he watched her while his free hand went down to the front of his pants. Once his hand was totally clean she extended her hand out towards him and his aching member, she wanted to help him relieve some of the "pressure." He let her hand touch the front of his pants and stroke him a little then he stepped back. She looked at him in confusion and with a small pout on her mouth. He looked at her for a moment longer then turned and walked towards the door connecting their rooms. "What about you?" She called out. "What about me?" "Don't you need help with, you know?" "Not from you." He walked through the door and closed it without a backwards glance. "Not from me? What the hell does that mean?" Billy wondered out loud. Change of Plans Ch. 03 *Note: Hey guys, sorry it took so long for me to update, my editor is now MIA, or she just abandoned me, I'm not sure which, either way, new editor please. This chapter is a lot longer than my previous chapters and I put a lot of thought into it, thus the long wait. Hopefully I can update a lot faster from now on. As always, do not be afraid to comment or critique. Please vote, and also, please don't send me racist smut. It's unneccessary. Enjoy my three page child. -Naomi :) P.S. if there are any problems with the formatting, please let me know. ********************************** It was rare for a guy to ever to go down on her, they all feared disease, but that wasn't to say that it had never happened before. Before Billy became a prostitute, she had already had sex and was well versed in giving and receiving pleasure. She had become a prostitute at the age of 19 to help when the debt collectors had begun to gather around her. She needed to make ends meet and sex wasn't sacred to her after the age of sixteen. In the beginning, she was very selective about the men that she let rut on top of her, she wanted attractive men. Blonde hair and blue eyes with a six pack or a man that was intelligent, she was a bit more naïve back then. Thinking that she had a choice or that the type of men that came would look decent, she learned quickly how things truly were. At the age of twenty-one she took up drinking and let her body numb over and her mind wander, she let her heart harden against the world and refused her body pleasure during any sessions. Occasionally men would want to help her out and some had even offered to go down on her, but she was never keen on the idea. This time it was different. A man that was attractive had taken the risk and had knowingly gone down on a prostitute. She loved most of what had happened and was still reeling from her first partner inflicted orgasm in four to five months. For the most part she just used her fingers; spending money on a plastic phallus seemed pointless. She wasn't worried about him catching a disease; so far she had remained untouched by a STD and hell, if it could happen in Pretty Woman, why the hell couldn't it happen to her? Billy was sitting on the bed after a long, hot shower. Her long hair that had been bone straight and down to mid back was now scrunched up in tight, wet curls around her shoulders. When she had gone into the bathroom she had had to explore all the nooks till she finally discovered some soap and shampoo under the sink. She had stepped into the shower with her newly acquired cleaning products and had tripped a little bit and dropped them all over the floor. The shower was set deeper into the ground than it appeared. When she stumbled farther into the shower she rolled her ankle and felt a sharp pain shoot up through her calf. It wasn't too bad of a pain, but she didn't want to cause any unnecessary stress on her recently abused ankle, so she sat on the floor and let the hot water beat at her body while she tried to lather up faster than it would rinse off. When she had come out of the steaming bathroom wrapped in a thick, fluffy, cotton towel there were clothes waiting on the bed for her. There was a pair of small shorts made out of some sort of plush fabric and tank top that molded to her skin when she put it on. Whoever put those clothes out for her had foregone the panties and her dirty clothes had been gone when she came out. She was sitting down on the bed putting her thick hair up into two French braids when there was a booming knock on the door. She called out for them to come in and waited for the sound of the door swinging open before she looked up. A man came in rolling a cart with some covered plates on it. "Hello Ma'am," the man said, "I'm Harold and this here is your dinner." Harold was a tall man with a regal posture and a gleaming, kind smile. The lines on his face were all arched around the corner of his mouth and scrunched up in the corners of his eyes. Harold had lived a life of vast happiness and his lines were filled with stories untold. Billy was a little taken back when she was referred to as "Ma'am" and a bit confused that someone was serving her dinner. Harold walked father into the room and placed the cart between the bed and the windows. "Thank you," Billy said while staring at the cart. She heard a whispered, "you're welcome," before the door was quietly closed. She uncrossed her legs and walked over to the cart. There were two large carafes, one of orange juice and another of ice water; and two plates on the cart that were covered in one of those metal domes that you would usually see in movies. She uncovered the larger of the two plates and her mouth instantly began to water at what was under. There were two fried chicken legs and some green beans and a mound of mash potatoes with two buttery rolls leaning sideways against them. She ignored the smaller of the two plates for the moment and grabbed the larger one and a fork and sat on the bed again and began to dig in. Once she was done with the food she ignored the cups on the cart and drank the ice water straight out of the carafe. When she was done drinking her fill she walked over to the cart and lifted the lid of the smallest plate. There was a small cupcake on the plate. It was a lavender cupcake with green frosting and pink flower petals that were made of fondant on top. Billy sucked in a deep breath and just stared at the cupcake. She felt as though she couldn't eat it, it was too pretty and she'd rather have the cupcake sit there and stay as it was than for her to litter it with teeth marks and saliva strips. Billy picked up the small plate and gently put it on the small bedside table next to the bed. She straightened up the cart and tried to make everything as it was when the cart had first come into the room. Then she walked over to the bed and slid herself under the covers and let her body relax and sink into the plush mattress beneath her. She rolled onto her side and looked at the cupcake. Something so beautiful and delicate and, probably, delicious, and she couldn't eat it. She didn't want to taint something so pure. She stared at the cupcake and let her eyes drift shut, her last thoughts of innocence lost. When she woke up the next day she felt new and fresh. The cupcake that had been on the table next to she was gone and a cart was in the same place with a new set of plates and freshly topped off carafes with the addition of a pot of coffee. After savoring every bite of egg and relishing the crunch of the toast between her teeth she washed it all down with a cup of coffee, lots of cream and two packs of sweet n' low, and decided that it was time to do her job. Though she yearned more so for his affection than his body, she decided to pursue the one that was most attainable at the time. She went into the bathroom and cleaned up, brushed her teeth and combed out her hair; before the day was out she was going to fuck her employer. She strode out of the bathroom with the confident gait of a super model and marched herself over to the door connecting their rooms and raised her fist to knock on the door. As she was about to knock on the door she lost her nerve and let her hand limply fall to her side. He would come when he wanted to; she had no right to be some brash slut, she needed to be patient. She raised her hand once more and placed her palm flat against the door and leaned her forehead against the cool wood surface. She could picture him on the other side now. Him in a pair of plaid pajama pants and nothing else, his hair mussed up in a sexy just-rolled-out --of-bed way, and his eyes without their cold hardness and instead filled with smoldering desire. Her other hand traveled up the side of her thigh and to the top of the waistband of her small sleep shorts. She let her hand delve in between the plush material and her silky skin towards her aching pussy. As she was nearing the hot opening the door opened suddenly and she lost her balance, she collapsed forward with her hand down her pants. She landed awkwardly on her arm and felt a sharp pain in her shoulder and let out a strangled grunt. She lied still for a moment before she pulled her hand out of her pants and forced herself to get up. She kept her eyes glued to the floor as she stood to her feet with no help from him. She continued to look at the ground as she adjusted her clothes and wiped her fingers on her shorts, her face was on fire and her shoulder was throbbing a little. She resisted the urge to stare at the ground and raise her hand to her throbbing shoulder and instead raised her eyes to his face and kept her hands straight at her side. Those eyes, it would always be those eyes. Whether they were hardened with his emotional wall or softened by shock and adrenaline, she could always drown in them. They were just as stony as ever and the rest of his face was set. She gave him a coy, embarrassed smile while her hands clenched into tight, white knuckled balls around the fabric of her pajama shorts. His eyes were fixed on her mouth and she bit her bottom lip in embarrassment. His eyes lit a little and he subconsciously licked his own lips. During his temporary obsession with her lips she took in his fresh-from-sleep state. His arms were just as muscled as she had originally imagined and his abs were cut into a six pack. He wasn't in plaid pajama pants like she thought he would be he was in steel grey athletic sweats with a number on the upper thigh of the right pant leg. She did an up and down of his body again before she let her eyes rise to his face. The corners of his mouth and eyes were pristine and his cheeks glowed with good health. She looked at his thick head of hair and gave a genuine smile at the mussed quaffs of hair and the small cow lick at the crown of his head. He seemed like a cute guy that could be her boyfriend until her eyes were locked with his again. He held her gaze and opened his arms to her. His eyes still hadn't softened and she was a bit confused as to what he was inviting her to. "Come here," he said in a soft, commanding voice. She kept her gaze locked to his and walked until she was in his arms. He wrapped them around her and stroked her back gently. She took in deep breaths of his scent and smiled at the spice that filled her nose. She wrapped her own arms around the small of his back and sighed in contentment as she relaxed and lived in the illusion of her mind. She leaned her head back and kissed his chest right over where his heart is and smiled and the taste of him on her lips. She was about to place her head back on his chest when she felt her head being yanked back by her hair. She crushed her eye lids shut and tried to live in her illusion a little bit longer. She felt his mouth descend upon her neck and felt him scrape his teeth against her skin and his tongue lave against where he nipped her with his canines. She sighed and continued to imagine it as she wanted it to be until she felt him bite down on the skin where her shoulder and neck melted together. Her arms were trapped under his and she couldn't break away from him as he continued to bite down on her neck in various spots with both his blunt and sharp teeth. She tried to pull her arms from underneath his and push him away, but he just held her tighter. "Stop moving," he breathed in her ear. Her illusion shattered she wrapped her arms around him again and bared her neck; she would take what he would give. He nipped her ear lobes and bit her jaw line as he moved from one side of her neck to the other. He began to sprinkle kisses in between bites and licks and soon her stopped biting her all together. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and took slow deep breaths. His hand detangled from her hair and he began to rub her back again as he nuzzled her. She wrapped her arms around him and contemplated the thought of building up another illusion but decided against it, the shattering of the last one was too much and she couldn't handle another. His hand trailed up her back leaving goose bumps behind, and delved into her curls. Her shoulders were tense with the expectancy of pain from him pulling on her hair but his hand massaged her scalp instead and soothed the pain he had caused. He turned his head against her neck until his mouth was level with her ear and he sucked the lobe into his mouth. His tongue played with her lobe while his hand massaged her scalp and he held her tight, it was so tempting to lose herself, but she refused. He held onto her for a moment longer before he pulled back from her. Her eyes zoomed in on his and saw that the wall had gone. "You smell good," he whispered. She looked at the vulnerability that was visible in his eyes and raised her hand to his face. "So do you," she whispered back. Her hand trailed lightly on his face from his forehead down to his chin. She smiled a genuine, teeth baring smile at him and rested her palm on his cheek. He turned his face into her palm and closed his eyes. She let her thumb stroke over his mouth and parted his lips slightly. He took in a deep breath and kissed her palm. When he next opened his eyes they were just as stony as ever. Her smile slid off her face as her hand slid off his. He grabbed the hand that had just been on his face and pulled her out of his room and dragged her into her room. He walked her to the bed and went back and shut the adjacent door. It was then that she realized that she hadn't thought to look around his room. She had missed a very opportune window; she promised herself she wouldn't miss it again. He came back and pushed her lightly onto the bed. She fell onto her back with her hair spread around her like an ebony cloud of curls. He trailed his fingertips up her thighs and pulled down her pants. "Take off your shirt," he commanded. She sat up and pulled her top over her head. Her firm breasts sat high on her chest and her tight curls were wild atop her head. He stared at her breasts as he pulled down his pants and released his hardened member. She took her time and absorbed him in all his glory. His hardened member stood out from his body waiting for her loving attention. On his knee there was a tattoo of an anchor. It was a steel blue color and had a silver chain wrapped around it. Billy had seen plenty of tattoos before, but the quality and finesse of this one went far above others, if anything, it made her hornier. She let her legs spread slightly as she felt the wetness pooling out of her. He broke his staring contest with her nipples and looked at her face. He walked towards her until he was towering over her position on the bed, then he crawled up her body until she was lying down underneath him. She spread her legs on either side of him and raised her legs on the bed until her knees were framing his hips. His throbbing member was brushing against her leaking quim and she could feel the heat of him at her entrance. The neediness and impatience in her started to grow as he trapped his cock between their bodies and started to thrust his hips back and forth. He leaned his head forward until his face was buried in her cloud of hair. He lowered his hips a bit more and rubbed his dick against her clit. She could feel the head catch on her aching nub and sucked in a sharp breath. He continued this until her hands were wrapped around his body and her nails were scratching down his back. He stopped for a moment and drew his hips back until the head of his dick was poised right above her opening. He leaned back until he was balanced on one arm and reached down between them to place his dick at her wet opening. He was easing himself into her and she could feel his muscles bunch as he was about to thrust himself into her when he stopped. "FUCK!" He yelled above her. She drew back from him and tried to shrink into the fabric of the bed. He stared down at her with angry eyes and got off the bed. "SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!" He cursed to himself. Billy's eyes followed him until he went through their adjacent door and slammed it behind him. She lied there for a moment and was about to get up and put her clothes back on when she heard the door crash open. His eyes were a mixture of rage and desire. "Fucking flip over." He commanded. She rolled onto her stomach and reached her hands above her head to the edge of the bed. "What are you fucking retarded? Put your knees underneath you damnit. Like a bitch." She flinched at his booming voice and commanding tone. Her legs drew up underneath her and she spread her knees until they were shoulder width apart. He came up behind her and tugged on her hips until her knees were on the edge of the mattress. After his hands left her hips she heard the tear of ripping foil and the popping sound of a condom. He had gone back to his room to get a rubber. Why was she hurt? She was a whore after all and knew that it was common sense to any man to put a rubber on before delving into the cesspool she called a vagina. This was just an extensive assignment with a wealthier John. Fuck she was stupid. This man didn't like her, or love her, or trust her. He wasn't stupid and just because he had gone down on her didn't mean anything. He wasn't liable for her emotions and he didn't need to take them into account when he fucked her. She felt stupid, and wanted to cry. God, why did she have to be so stupid? Why did she invest herself in an illusion? She needed a shot or two. She felt him position himself behind her and his hands rested on her hips. He pushed the head of his cock into her and held still for a moment and then shoved the rest of himself into her. She was still wet and man o man did it feel amazing. He pounded into her and she could feel the heat radiating from him as he thrust in and out of her. One of his hands came up and grabbed her hair and wrapped it around his hand. The pleasure of him inside her was too much and she started to cry out her pleasure. She couldn't help but love what he was doing to her. However, soon the thought of the lack of emotion on his end made the tears come to surface. They rolled silently down her face while he grunted and thrusted above her. She felt a ball of pleasure and adrenaline form in her stomach. She reached one of her hands back and started to viciously stroke her clit. Her back bowed and her she started to cry out more as the tears continued. The speed of her hand increased and so did his thrusts. Soon the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and grunts of pleasure. She was crushing her clit with the effort for her need to reach her orgasm and his hand tightened in her hair. The ball kept growing like a water balloon; it kept stretching but resisted the urge to break. Billy started to rock back into his thrusts and the balloon was about to burst when he suddenly slowed down. Her fingers still did a furious dance on her clit but it had lost its urgency as had he. He thrusted slowly in her body and relaxed his grip on her hair. He brought both hands down to her hips and pushed her up the bed to make room for himself. He arched his back and continued to thrust into her. He brought his hand up to her neck and wrapped his hand around her throat. "Want to cum?" He questioned in her ear. She nodded and pushed back against him. "Good." He started to thrust into with a little bit more vigor but not nearly as much as before. The pleasure built again and the balloon stretched some more. "Why don't you cum?" He asked her. "Let go." Damn that balloon, it kept adapting, why wouldn't it fucking burst? Grunts escaped from her throat with the effort she was putting into delving into the pleasure. There was a lack of focus on her part. She wanted the pleasure so bad, but the tears kept rolling down her cheeks and she was thinking too much. Change of Plans Ch. 03 "Cum soon before I leave you behind." 'Don't leave me behind,' she thought to herself. She reached her hand back again and started rubbing her clit again. He picked up the pace a little more and soon she was en route to a powerful climax again. The balloon started to leak and her breaths were coming out in hard grunts. "Yes," she hissed out loud. The balloon burst. She cried out in what was a combination of a sob and a hard grunt. He slowed his thrusts again and shuddered on top of her. She heard him release a deep sigh and felt him release her and leave the bed. She fell onto her stomach and shivered at the sweat that was evaporating off her skin. She grabbed the edge of the blanket and rolled over onto her back with the blanket wrapped around her. He slid his pajama pants back onto his body and looked over at her on the bed. His eyes locked with hers and she saw the recognition in his eyes as he saw her tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. His eyes perused her face for a moment before he turned on his heel and left her. She let out a heavy sigh and got up to clean herself. The house was huge. She knew what the stairs would look like when she saw them, but she had decided that she wanted to explore and had taken detours down alternate hallways. All the doors were the same, but the hallways were different colors and none of them had a large door like his. When she had gotten all cleaned up and had situated herself again and left the bathroom there was a pile of folded clothes waiting for her again. She changed into a pair of small jean shorts, a bra that was exactly her size and a fitted tank top. She had gone to their door and pressed her ear to it, but there was nothing but silence on the other side. She had let out a sigh and walked down to the stairs. Instead of making a left down the stairs and to the rest of the house she continued straight. She turned down hallways and kept going down the branched off hallways. She tried a couple of doors, but they were all locked. As she was walking down a burgundy colored hallway she heard music. It was opera. There was a piano gently playing in the background and a smooth baritone voice singing on top of it. The lilt of the voice and the transitions between octaves was very familiar to her. It was "Ave Maria." One of the few classical songs that she actually knew was playing; she closed her eyes and let the soul of the music sink in. "Ave Maria/ Master Dei..." She let her mouth move along with the words and relaxed into the sound. She stood there for a moment longer until she decided that she would follow that sound to its source. She pushed herself off the wall and was on a mission to find that song. She walked to the end of the burgundy hallway then made a right into a dark purple hallway. The purple was very deep and seemed as though it was a combination of lavender and black. The music was getting louder as she was getting closer and soon she was standing in front of a door at the end of the hallway just like his door. It was a set of large double doors that took up the entirety of the wall. She pressed her ear against the door and listened to the music build to its climax before she decided to open one of the doors. The door didn't make a sound as she eased it open and poked her head inside. The room was twice the size of her room and a blinding ivory. The floors were made of ivory marble and the walls were painted an off white. Everything in the room was white except for the man and the piano he sat at. The piano was just as massively impressive and it was a deep, dark blue. "Et in hora mortis nostrae/ Et in hora mortis nostrae/ Ave Maria" The piano held onto the final chord and the remaining sound echoed throughout the room. Billy stood in the doorway relishing in the last of the sound. She let out a deep sigh on content and looked at the man at the piano. His eyes were closed and his fingers rested lightly on the keys. The bliss on his face was contagious. Her own heart beat happily and she let her smile come to the surface once more. Teeth bared and cheeks rosy she began to applaud. The sounds of her clap echoed in the massive room and startled the man at the piano. His head snapped in her direction and any bliss that had been previously present sunk back behind his stony eyes. "What the fuck?" He boomed. Billy tried not to let him frighten her and continued to gloat and clap. "Bravo!" She called out. "Belissimo!" The look on his face changed from rage to bewilderment. "You liked it?" He asked gently. "I absolutely loved it." His eyes lost their confusion and a small, impish grin surfaced. Delight welled up in Billy's chest at his small smile and she raced over to the piano. "Sing again," she requested quietly. He looked down at the piano and with his small, impish grin still present, he began to play. The song was kind of quirky and seemed a little off beat. The song kept gaining speed and got a little quirkier as it went along, it was a happy childish song. Billy loved it. His fingers flew up and down the keys and he made little runs. All too soon, the song was over, and his voice had never surfaced. "What was that?" Billy asked with awe in her voice. "All I do is Dream of You." He answered. "It was awesome. I loved how your index finger slid across the keys like that." Her smile was so wide her eyes were just slits on her face. He looked up at her and smiled back, "I'm glad you liked it," he responded. Billy giggled like a school girl, "I didn't like it," she said, "I-" She stopped in the middle of her sentence at the grim set of his face. His gaze was fixed on the door behind her. Billy craned her neck over her shoulder to look at the door and was a little surprised to see Harold standing there. "Sir?" He inquired. "Harold, please do come in." The servant walked farther into the room with a baffled look upon his face. "What can I do for you Sir?" "Please fetch my medication Harold." Harold's face lost its previously baffled look and, instead, was replaced by an urgent look. He flew out of the room in a flurry of muffled words and slammed the door behind him. The heels of Billy's feet began to hurt from standing still for so long and she started to rock from foot to foot. He slid over on the piano bench a little and patted the cushion next to him. Billy quirked her eyebrow and sat down. She scooted closer to him in an attempt to regain their easy banter, but he scooted away, and eventually stood up. Billy looked up at his towering form and attempted to win him over with a smile again. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and turned away. The air in the room was tense and he seemed as though he was growing increasingly uncomfortable. He walked away from Billy and went over to a bar that was set in the wall and grabbed a chilled cup and poured water into it. Billy didn't expect an offer and she didn't get one. She sat there with her legs crossed at the ankles and in silence at a loss as to what she should do. She raised her hand slowly and let her fingers lightly stroke the keys on the piano. It took her a full minute before she decided that she was ready to press one. The key made a deep hum vibrate throughout the room. It was like a release to her; she let her finger glide to the opposite end of the keyboard and pressed a black key. It was high pitched and had a hint of being off in it. She pressed the key a few more times and listened to the way it made her ear drum hum. She pressed a black key to the immediate right of it and listened to the difference. She held down the key to prolong the sound and hummed along with it. Footsteps approached the door from the other side and soon Harold was back with his flurry of mumbles. Billy looked over where the man had been standing to see him sitting on the cold marble floor. His face was a dark red and his eyes were wide. Harold ran up to him and knelt down in front of him. "Sir? Sir, do you want the short or the inhaler?" He brought his hand up in the shape of an "L" and crooked his middle finger. Harold brought up a plastic "L" shaped container and pressed it to the man's mouth and pushed down on the metal part that was protruding from the top. He did it twice and the man took deep gulps of air. When Harold pulled the inhaler away from the man's face and help him stand, the man looked as good as new. "Thank you Harold," the man said. Harold nodded his head slightly and grabbed the needle he had brought and left the inhaler and was on his way out the door when the man stopped him. "Harold!" He called out. "Yes Sir?" Harold answered back. The man gestured towards Billy, "Will you please take our guest down stairs Harold?" "Of course Sir." Harold came up behind Billy and put his hand on her elbow and directed her out of the room. "Good afternoon Sir," Harold said before he shut the door. He turned and gave Billy a small smile before he began to walk out in front of her. They went through the purple hallway and the burgundy hallway before Billy spoke. "Harold," Billy said. Harold stopped and turned around and looked at her with a small, genuine smile on his face. "Yes Ma'am?" "Harold, I'm Billy." Billy held out her hand and gave him a smile of her own. Harold gave her hand a small shake and turned to walk away again. Billy caught up with him and walked alongside him instead of behind him. "So how long have you worked for the 'Master,' Harold?" "Since his parents lived here Ma'am" "Billy, please." They turned out of the burgundy hallway and were passing through the green hallway and were well on their way to the blue one. "This house is huge," Billy commented. "Yes it is Billy. It used to house plenty of staff members and was home to a decent sized family." "The 'Masters' family?" Billy was at a loss as to what she should call the man, so she just stuck to master. "Yes Ma'am." "What happened to his family and the staff Harold?" "Well Billy, the Masters family has died off since he was younger." Billy felt sad for the man that hired her and contemplated the fact that he was alone just like her. She and Harold walked for a moment longer before they reached the stairs and began to descend to the first floor. "Harold?" Billy questioned quietly. "Yes Ma-Billy?" Harold stuttered out. Billy gave the kind, elderly man a smile at his attempt to cover up the fact that he almost called her "Ma'am" again. "Harold, what's the "Master's" name?" "You don't know Billy?" Billy shook her head slightly and continued to smile up at Harold. "My employer believes that there is power in somebodies name," Harold explained, "If he has yet to give you his name, he doesn't want you to have any sort of power over him yet." Billy's smile sank into her face as the thought of her having power over their mutual employer sank in. If he believed names have power, why didn't he want Billy's name? Though Billy wasn't her real name, more of a nick name, it was still a name that meant something to her and would lend her employer power over her and her emotions. Why didn't he want that kind of power? Even more, why did he allow Billy to know Harold's name? Wait, never mind that was obvious. Harold was already a servant as well as a friend, so his name wouldn't be used harshly. While Billy had let her mind wander and try to comprehend the mind of her employer, Harold had walked off. When she came back to reality she could hear his footsteps retreating from her. Billy followed the sound of Harold leaving to a massive wet dream of a kitchen. It was like Paula Dean and Martha Stewart had come together to design this kitchen. The counters were onyx marble and all the appliances were stainless steel. Harold was behind a massive island that held a stove top and a sink, he was washing her dishes from this morning. "Harold, what exactly do you do here?" Billy questioned lightly. "Well Billy," Harold said with the condescending tone of a school teacher, "I cook, I clean, and I do everything else that needs to be done." "Why not hire others to help you out?" "Because there is one man in this house and the occasional guest, so it's not that bad." Billy let Harold's words play in her mind for a little bit before she asked another question. "How "extensive" was His family Harold?" Harold paused in what he was doing and looked up at Billy with no humor in his eyes or smile on his face. "Billy, He had a mother, a father, and an older brother." "So what happened to them Harold?" "That is a story for him to tell you himself, Billy." "Does the story hold "power" as well Harold?" Billy let her tone come out as sarcastic and she let attitude seep into her voice. "Do not take the information I have given you lightly Billy. I haven't spoken to any of the other women he has brought along and I will not let the one I have spoken to take what I say as a light quip." It was then that Billy kind of understood her employers temper and dominance at least a little, she let her mind swish that tad bit of insight around in her mind before she caught something else that Harold had said. "There have been other women Harold?" "Of course Billy, But they never stay longer than a night, and He usually pays them all up front, so far you have lasted until the afternoon of the next day, and from what I heard when I went to get your dishes and to drop off His breakfast, you two didn't fornicate till this morning." Billy's face did its heat up routine and she felt a little shame in what they had did this morning. Though she hadn't known Harold long, she wanted him to continue to treat her as he did now, as a normal woman. "Do not be so embarrassed Billy, men and women have sex, it's all part of life. And yes, some men hire prostitutes, even I had a go at a call girl or two when I was younger, back when my legs and back were strong and toned." Harold let out a little chuckle and went back to washing the remaining plates. Billy really took her time looking at Harold. He still had a full head of hair, even though it was all white, his body wasn't stooped and he wasn't sickly thin or soft looking, he was a good looking man. He worked in a comfortable looking suit and his body looked firm and lean. He had warm brown eyes and gleaming white teeth, he was an attractive man. If Billy hadn't known better, she would have thought Harold to be in his late forties. When Harold was all done cleaning, he looked up at Billy with his signature smile. "Would you like to accompany me Billy?" "Sure, why not?" Harold patted his hands dry on a small towel on the counter and walked past Billy, "There are some flowers out back that I need to attend to." Billy followed Harold out through the French doors that lead into a vast field of grass behind the house. The sun was up high in the sky and there was a warm breeze blowing Billy's curls into her face. She stepped out of the kitchen and pulled the door shut behind her as Harold walked ahead of her and lead her off the cobblestone path, through the soft grass and into a small garden. Billy let her toes sink into the grass and the soft mud beneath. "Did it rain last night?" She asked aloud. "Yep, it rained around one, and it didn't stop until about seven." "Wow, I didn't even notice." "That doesn't surprise me, you didn't notice when I came in to collect your dishes either." "Yesterday was a long day." "I could tell. Okay, we're going to take these plants in the pots here, and we're going to plant them in this space that's been cleared out, and now's the perfect time since it just rained." Harold took off his jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it gently on the ground before he dropped to his knees in front of the small garden and the potted plants. Billy walked around him and dropped down on her knees to begin helping. Billy and Harold dug their hands into the soft, moist earth and planted all the potted plants in ground, except for one. Billy sat back on her knees after filling the last available space in the ground and looked over to see that there was a plant that had yet to be planted. It was in a bright pink flower with dainty little green leaves all over its stem. Billy reached out to grab the small flower and held it gently in her hands. It looked so much like the cupcake that she didn't eat the night before; it looked like it needed to be taken care of. "Billy, do you want that plant? There's no place for it right now." Billy continued to stare down at the plant as she nodded. She smiled down at the pink petals that faded to a dainty white center and the green leaves that probably had shy buds hiding behind them. "Excuse me Harold," Billy said quietly, "I'm going to put this little guy in my room." Harold smiled at Billy as she got up, but said nothing as she got herself situated before she walked back around the house to go inside. Billy didn't pay any mind to her surroundings as she carried her new prized possession to her room. Billy went into her room and placed the flower on the floor under the Bay windows. The sun shined down on it with bright rays of health and engulfed the pretty little petals in its light. Billy took off her damp, grass stained shorts and sat down on her bed facing the flower in nothing but her tight tank top. It was while Billy was sitting there that she felt a little sleepy. She laid her head down near the foot of the bed and placed her feet on her pillow while she sank into the familiar softness of the mattress. She smiled at the flower like it was a child, a sweet child. As she stared at the flower, she began to feel her lids droop with the weight of her sleepiness. Finally after fighting with her need to sleep for a little while longer, she succumbed to her beckoning dreams. Billy was lying down on the soft green grass behind the house in a bright pink baby doll dress. Her hair was its natural curliness and fluffed up around her head. Her coco toned skin was a warm contrast to the green grass, like smoothed earth that had been sculpted by a loving hand. She closed off her sight to the bright blue sky and instead let her other senses take over. She could hear the wind whispering through the grass to reach her ears, she could feel the warm sun kiss her skin, she could smell the warm air around her, the aroma of the earth baking, and she could taste the heavy humid air on her tongue. Billy felt totally at peace, she forgot about the man paying her for her sexual skills, the home she was to return to when he was done with her, she forgot all her worries. She just took a deep breath and relaxed. But then the sun was blocked out while everything else remained the same. Billy slowly opened her eyes to the world to see Him standing above her. He was shirtless in a pair of jeans with the zipper and button undone. Billy trailed her eyes up from his undone jeans, over his cut abdomen, past his strong jaw, up his straight nose, and to his steely eyes. But, they weren't steely anymore, they were soft with desire. A warm cerulean blue that spoke of the pleasure yet to come. When Billy locked eyes with Him he licked his lips and pushed his jeans down over his hips. His hard member popped out of the opening in his jeans. Billy licked her own lips and sat up onto her knees in front of his needy member. Billy reached her hand up and wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base before she dipped her head down to taste him. She sucked the head into her mouth whiles she let her tongue play with the hole that his desire was leaking through. She let the other three fingers on her hand reach behind his cock to lightly tickle his balls. She heard Him give a small grunt at her caress and then she felt the telltale signs of his need for control. He reached his hand into her hair and pulled her head down onto his cock. Billy loved his control, loved his need as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth. She controlled her gag reflex and opened her throat so when he next pumped he would slide down her tight throat. When he passed into her throat she swallowed around him unexpectedly and felt him shudder. He pulled himself completely out of her and pulled her head back so she could look into his eyes. Billy could still taste him in her mouth, and his heady aroma was like an aphrodisiac to her senses, she needed him in her. Change of Plans Ch. 03 He kept his grip on her hair as he got down on his knees before her. Even on his knees he was taller than her, she still barely reached his broad shoulders. He stared into her eyes while his mouth descended on hers. His lips were soft and wet, his breath hot and erotic as he breathed into her. His tongue delved into her, mouth and explored her taste. She was in heaven, as he was kissing her, his free hand trailed down her body and lifter her dress up to expose her naked pussy. He let his fingers dive into her wet cavern while his tongue was moving around in her mouth. Soon both his tongue and fingers were mirroring each other's actions. Billy was moaning into his mouth while her hips humped against his hand and he added his thumb to the mixture. Soon Billy was coming all over his hand while he continued to crush his mouth to hers. When she stopped clenching around his fingers he removed his hand from her and lifted his drenched fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. Billy had never been so turned on in her life. He reached both hands down her body and lifted the dress over her head, leaving her bare to his gaze. He pushed his pants the rest of the way off his body before he pushed Billy back onto the grass and held his body above hers. Billy lifted her feet up to wrap around his back and locked her ankles at the small of his back. He smiled down at her and reached his hand back to grab his hard cock and place it at the opening of her sensitive pussy. He placed his hand back on the ground, dipped his hips and speared Billy onto his cock. Billy let out a grunt as he bottomed out in her. "O God yesssss," Billy hissed out. He gazed down at her with love in his eyes as he increased his speed and force. Soon Billy was letting out harsh grunts that were in time with his thrust. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh." She felt like she couldn't get a complete breath, but that was okay, as long as it was him who was taking her breath away. She felt the change in him, his entire body tensed up and soon he was rapidly pounding into her and his mouth was once again crashing down onto hers. The slapping sound of their bodies meeting turned Billy on even more, and soon she was once again clenching around him. He continued to kiss her as his thrusts increased even more, and then he was cumming in her. He grunted in her mouth and bit down on her lower lip. Billy's eyes opened to see that it was dark in her room. She lied there for a moment still reeling from the heady climax in her dream when she felt warm air pass over her ear, and then she recognized the feel of a hand stroking her clit. He was in her room fingering her. "What did you dream about?" He whispered in her ear. Billy sucked her lower lip into her mouth, she wasn't sure if she should tell him. Billy licked her tongue along the inside of her lip, she tasted blood and a taste that wasn't all her own. Change of Plans Ch. 04 Note: so sorry that this story almost took a year, and that it's short. I really wish that I was able to just punch ot out, but these characters are too damn complicated for that. I hope you like the story and I really, truly want you to be honest with me. I mean really, really honest. Tell me what you think. Thank you for being so patient. -Naomi This wasn't how she had wanted her life to turn out. She had wanted so much more, adventures, and romance, and the thrill of life. However, it wasn't meant to be for her. Her chances became few and far between when word got out that she was okay with being a quick lay. That beneath all her sweet, demure looks, she was wanton, loose. A girl who knew no other way to be, and who needed more than she could ever understand. Her heart had never been broken, she never felt used, she hadn't been conned into sleeping with a guy for "love." She was simply Billy, someone who needed so much more than she could understand. Those few guys that had tried, that had wanted to be a part of her, had done naught but confuse her. All she wanted was a little sex, why did they want to be complicated? Why did they want to sleep in her bed, wrap their arms around her, why wasn't sex enough? ************************************************* His rough fingers flicked over billy's smooth clit while he silently waited for her to answer. Her thoughts were in a whirlwind and her body was on fire. "Answer me," he commanded. The air had left her lungs and her body was slowly being engulfed in the flames of desire, his fingers were becoming more and more persistent. He would take a moment to gently scrape his nails along her clit before he would revert back to rubbing the pad of his fingers harshly against her throbbing clit. Billy turned her face towards his and watched his eyes glow eerily in the moonlight. The light danced in his eyes, he was feeling mischievous from the looks of it. He smiled wide and his canines glinted in the moon light. Billy was so close, and the look on his face was doing nothing but egging her on. Her eyes clenched shut and she was about to let the flames scar her with need, but he stopped. His fingers halted their dance on her clit and instead played with the soft pink flesh around it. The burn was entirely different now, Billy needed this, she moved her hips to and fro, her clit searching for his touch, but he kept out of her reach. She opened her eyes and looked at him desperately. "Please," she rasped out, "please let me finish." She didn't care she sounded like a wanton whore to her own ears, she'd done this enough times to know what she sounded like to his ears. A woman desperate for a man, a woman aching with desire. She was a wet dream to the average man. "Tell me what you were dreaming about," he commanded. Billy was tempted to tell him, but she was embarrassed. She didn't want him to know that he was in her mind. That he was haunting her thoughts, that she felt something akin to love even though she knew better. Even though she was a whore, she couldn't tell him what she was thinking, she couldn't be vulnerable to someone she didn't know. Billy kept her eyes on his and her mouth shut while his fingers explored within her. She even refused to open her mouth when he started to stroke her clit again. She didn't want to do this with him. She just wanted to be the good little prostitute that he hired for the weekend. While he played with her clit the pilot light in her pussy started to flare again and spread throughout her body. Soon she couldn't resist and started to moan and gyrate against his finger, the desperation for release was building up again. She was getting so close and her eyes clenched shut. His finger stilled again. "Fucking tell me." Billy opened her eyes to see that all humor and teasing had left his eyes. "Fucking tell me right now," he ground out between clenched teeth. Billy was caught between fire and a hard place, she was still teetering on the edge of the inferno and his anger was palpable in the tone of his voice. He brought his moth closer to her ear, "I'm not play with you little girl," he whispered. "Tell me right now, or you'll understand why I asked you about spankings." Her heart started to race and her pussy started to drool, Billy liked spanking. Man o man did billy like spankings. She loved the control that another could have over her, the control of pain and pleasure, she relished that kind of touch, and the intimacy that came with it. As much as she like spankings though, was it worth his anger? She wanted him to want her, she wanted him to like her, love her, she wanted what she knew she couldn't rightly claim. "I was dreaming of you," she whispered to him in the dark. All of his movements stilled and he was silent next to her. She could hear him breathing steady and deep next to her, his fingers still between her slick folds, wedged in the crevices filled with her desire. The air held tension now, his body had stiffened slightly and his arm had gone rigid, his hot breath grazing her cheeks. She could feel his stare boring into her, feel his questioning look and his pent up questions but, he held himself still. She was afraid to face that stare, face those questions. She knew what she was, and what he wanted her to be, but Harold's words played in her mind. In some way she was special, in some way she mattered, right now that was enough. When she could stand the tension no longer, she rolled over onto her side to face him, to answer him. His eyes had closed at some point whilst she was fighting through her thoughts and emotions. His face was tense, and small lines she hadn't noticed before were creased around his mouth. With his brow creased and the lines around his mouth he looked so stern. So angry. She had seen him smile once, seen his eyes light up, she wanted to see that again. She shifter so her legs opened wider and puller her hips back so his fingers slipped out of her, her desire and the inferno forgotten. "I dreamt that me and you were outside, that we were outside maki-" "shhh," his whispered shush cut through her confession. "I don't want to hear your dream right now, I just want to feel your cunt wrapped around my dick till I feel you clench. " His eyes opened to reveal a new desire. A new blaze of passion. He rolled over onto Billy and pressed himself intimately against her. His breathing had grown harsh and his cock had become dangerously hard. He reached down to plunge his hands into Billy's underwear. "This," he hissed, "I want this, wet and quivering around me with your moans to accompany it." Billy felt the inferno blaze anew in her body. Her thighs fell open with ease and her breathing sounded harsh even to her own ears. She gazed up at him reveling in all that he had said, she wanted exactly the same thing. She wanted him to fill her to, make her feel full, whole. "Put me in you." Her sharp nails came up from her side and touched the side of his mouth where the lines had been. She rubbed her thumb across the soft indentions in the corner of his mouth and smiled up at him. His pupils flared at her touched and breathing quickened even more. She liked the effect she had on him. Soft feather like touches trailed from his face, down his neck, across his abs and to his rock hard cock. She stroked him for a minute, rubbing the pre-cum from the head down to over his length. She rubbed her thumb across the soft head and gently circled her nail across the hole. His body tensed up, his eyes snapped shut and his nostrils flared, she could see the side of his jaw tick as he strained to control himself. She loved this, him being wanton. She stroked more of his warm pre-cum down his length and quickened her jerks. His thighs began to flex a little bit more and he let out a small grunt of approval. Her grin turned from pleased to cheeky and she let go of his stiff member. His eyes snapped open then and gazed at her with a feral look. With a deep growl he reached down between their bodies and yanked her underwear to the side and thrust himself in. Billy let out a choked scream at the sudden invasion. So full and hot, throbbing and moist, everything she needed. He dipped his hips and began to pound into her with short, shallow thrust, his pubic bone smashing into Billy's clit with every insert. She groaned and moaned, her hands clenching at her sides. The room filled with the sound of wet slapping flesh and guttural cries of pleasure. Billy wanted more, needed more, she started to thrust her hips up to meet his, his thrusts becoming deeper and more violent. Her eyes snapped shut as his shoved his dick into her and rotated his hips. "Keep your eyes open, come on, look at me." Billy opened her eyes and looked up at her lover through a haze of pleasure as he continued to grind against her clit. He was quite the sight. His hair was strewn around his head and he had a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead, his nostrils flared and his eyes. Sweet Jesus it would always be his eyes that got her. While they had been hard in their desire before, now they held nothing but soft yearning, like he needed her to look at him. Billy couldn't take anymore. She knew he needed someone, and she wanted to be it, damn the fucking consequences. She wrapped her right leg around his left and through her arm around his neck and counterweighted herself till she was on top. She landed in his lap with loud smack and hearty moan as her clit smacked onto his pubic bone. She closed her eyes and relished the delicious chill of pleasure for a moment before she looked down at him. His eyes were hooded with lust but also seemed to hold a bit of surprise in them. She stared down at him daring him to say anything as she grabbed his hands and threaded her fingers through his and gyrated her hips in his lap. He lied there and let her do as she pleased, no contest in his eyes. She rocked her hips back and forth and sided to side on him, all the while fighting the urge to close her eyes. She leaned her body down over him and pressed his hands by his head. She started to raise her hips off his lap and smack down with all her force, sending a clapping ring that would bounce off a wooded wall room. Soon she was sweating just as much as he had and their palms became too slick for her liking, she let go of his hands and just placed hers on either side of his head. He trailed his hands up over her butt, her back and grasped the hair at the base of her neck. Billy let out a hiss of pleasure at the sting and ache she felt when he yanked her head back by her hair. She bounced up and down on his stiff rod as fast as she could and could feel the inferno blaze in her lower belly. She felt him start to contribute a little more and thrust up, their rhythm continued for a moment longer before Billy started to get tired and her thrusts started to slow. She tried to keep the pace a little longer so she could extinguish the fire, but her body would have none of that. Her breathing was harsh and her cunt clenched, but she just couldn't hit the edge when she felt his hands grasp her hips. He held her in his bruising grip and lifted her off of him to allow a little space for his thrusts to grow. His hips smacked up into Billy's and jarred her body back into a somersault of desire. It wasn't long before Billy was finally able to let go. Her cunt clenched and churned on his cock as a white flash of desire snapped through her body. He jerked into her a few more times before his body stiffened and he let out a guttural groan of release. Billy felt his hot liquid splash into her quivering cunt and released a sigh of content. But the moment was short lived before she started to panic. "What are you doing? Let go of me. Do you just realize you fucking came in me?" She fought against the grip on her hips and rolled off him to sit on the side of the bed. He lied there for a moment longer before his entire body went rigid. The contentment that had been there dissipated in a flash. Billy shot up off the bed and went to the bathroom to pee and wash herself out. She stumbled into the marble bathroom and groped the wall until she found the light switch. Light assaulted her eyes and forced her to clench them shut until they stopped watering. She peeled her eyes open as little as possible so she could find her way to the toilet and plopped down on the seat with a heavy sigh and a heavy mind. O shit, o shit, o shit. What was he going to do with her now? Was he going to make her leave? Was he going to tell Harold to forget everything that had to do with her and give her back her clothes and shove her out the front gate? He just came in her. Her, the girl whose name he did not know, the girl who's a hooker, the girl who could be cesspool of disease, though he probably didn't care at this point. He might have just impregnated her. Billy groaned out loud. They had just made progress; they had just had amazing, wonderful sex. Her orgasm had shook her body, rocked her world, felt amazing, and she had to go and remind him that he fucked up and that she was probably someone he really doesn't like, just someone he wants. Fuck. What if she was pregnant? Would she keep it, would it look like him? Would she ab- "Ahem!" Billy was snapped out of silent musings to find him in all his naked glory leaning against the threshold to the bathroom. "Are you done yet?" Billy felt her scalp prickle with embarrassment as she realized that with all her musings, she had forgot to go pee and take care of business. She closed her eyes to the naked Adonis and concentrated on peeing. You would think that with her being a hooker and all that she would be able to go pee with an audience, but that was far from the truth. The itchy tingle of sweet release was there, but Billy couldn't will herself to relax in front of him. It was just so weird. Finally, after trying forever, she popped open her eyes and looked over at him in embarrassment. "I can't go with you watching." A smile bloomed on his face and his eyebrow quirked up, "Really?" "Really, would you mind turning around or something?" He let out a chuckle of amusement before he turned his back to her. Though it wasn't exactly what she wanted, it would have to do. Billy had to stare at the wall in front of her and picture herself peeing before she was finally able to relax. Soon the itchy burn became intense and she was able to go. She tried to pee and be okay with him standing there, but the sound of her peeing made it really difficult. When it was finally over, Billy released a sigh of relief. She got herself all cleaned up and went to go wash her hands. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor so she wouldn't have to look at him as she made her way to the sink. Some of the simplest things made her blush, and this was one of them. She finally had the counter in her sights and was able to wash her hands. When she looked up she gave a sharp yelp of surprise. He was standing right behind her gazing at her in the mirror. What was to be done, they had already shared an intimate experience, why continue to be embarrassed? It was time to face the facts; he came in her, she wanted to love him and feel loved in return, she had no idea what the fuck she was doing. She locked her eyes with his in the mirror. His gaze was intense, like he was trying to delve into her mind. She wanted to look at him, keep his gaze, but she lost her gall and looked down to wash her hands. While she lathered the soap on her hands she llifted her gaze to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a large cloud of frizzy curls and her cheeks were rosy, she looked so pleased, so content. She let her gaze rove over her face, looking for small imperfections, acne pockets, dry skin patches, uneven skin tone, anything to prove to herself why she should walk away right now. "Don't do that," he said from behind her. She dropped her eyes back down to her hands to watch as she rinsed away the soap. She turned off the water and trailed her eyes over the counter as she went to go grab a towel. "Do what?" "Scrutinize yourself. Search for invisible imperfections." Was he serious right now? Was he really trying to raise her self-esteem? Trying to give her a compliment? Where was this going? O How far could they take it? "I'm not searching for an imperfection," she lied, "I'm simply checking off the ones I already know I have." She finally turned around to look at him and it was then that she realized just close his body was to hers. Her hips were pressed against his and she had to lean back to keep herself from pressing anymore of her body against his. "Don't lie to me, I could see it." Her breathing became slightly shallow, how could he tell she was lying? Why did she lie? His hands came up from his sides and pressed on the counter on either side of her as he leaned dpwn towards her face. She sucked in a breath and held it has his face got closer and closer to hers. He was going to kiss her. She started to anticipate the feel, would it be like her dream? Would it be better? His face stopped mere inches away from hers and she could feel his breath graze her lips. She wanted this. He moved in the last few inches and kissed her cheek. Billy let out a sigh of disappointment, she knew better. No kissing. He pressed his warm, smooth lips against her face and she felt a flash as his tongue grazed her cheek. It didn't matter that they had just finished up with an amazing rough and tumble, she could feel her core melting all over again. His hand came up from the counter and pressed her lower half harder against his. His kissed trailed to her throat and down the front of her body till he was on his knees in front of her. Billy's hands clenched on the counter and her moans filled the bathroom as he played her body like a well-tuned piano. She thrust her hips towards his face and when she was done, he came back up and pressed his mouth to hers. Billy let out a pleased moan as he shared her essence with her. He stepped back and watched her face, his eyes completely softened and open. He felt just like she did. He reached out and grabbed her hand. He tugged her lightly towards the dark riim that waited for them. She followed him and let her hand graze the wall till she was able to turn off the light. His fingers and mouth were everywhere on her. They tasted and felt each other and relished in the feel of raw emotions. They coupled four more times that night. Morning light pierced through Billy's lids. Her body was stiff and she had a delicious ache between her legs. She rolled over away from the window to find him lying there looking at her? "Morning," she rasped out. "Stay with me. Don't leave tomorrow, stay with me." Billy closed her eyes and relished the sound of his request in her mind, let the words swish around; this was what she hoped for. She couldn't contain the smile that surfaced, or the hope that came with it. "Okay." Change of Plans Ch. 05 Note: Hi All, I know it's been a really long time since I've written, but school and stuff has gotten in the way. And life, can't forget life. I've worked pretty hard on this one and I truly hope it shows. I'm pretty much in love with Billy and our Mystery man. So please, if you love them as well, comment or let me know via email. I love feedback of all sorts. Anyways, I won't delay you any longer, go on and enjoy my child. -Naomi Her heart was fluttering in her chest and her mind was racing. He wanted her to stay. He admitted, out loud, that he wanted her to stay. She had been yearning for this moment. For the possibility that he would want her for more than a general lay. She wasn't sure where this would go, she was only sure that she was ready to follow through with it. She wanted to do this. She wanted to give it her all. Give it her all. To give her all Billy would have to find out what her all was, find out what she had to give. A prossy and the very wealthy man that hired her, what all did she have to give? The room was silent and bright, the bay window letting in the morning sun in as they lied in comfortable silence next to each other. The light was warm on Billy's back, the heat spreading throughout her body, she wanted to maintain eye contact with him, wanted to know how he was feeling; however, she needed to get comfortable first. It became a wrestling match on the bed, her and the sheet. It had ended up wrapped around her, locking her in a linen burrito. Her body rocked and rolled back and forth on the mattress as she tried to detangle her torso and legs; eventually she stopped trying to unwrap herself and just shoved the thin sheet down her body. The cool air kissed her skin and she flopped herself back on the bed with an exasperated huff. As she began to relax and let the heat escape her body she felt a movement beside her. "All done?" He asked in a teasing tone. Her stomach did a small flip-flop and she felt slightly embarrassed, he'd just witnessed her rolling around like a toddler on the bed. Her eyes wandered over to him and carried her head with them "All done," she stated. She let her eyes rest on him, the planes and structure of his face caused her to give pause. Gone were the harsh lines and the tense look, he was purely relaxed. Unspoken words began to pass between his lips, his mouth opening and closing in a way that was unique to the confused. She just watched his mouth while he worked out what it was he wanted to say. "You're staying. You're not going anywhere." Even though it was more of a statement of fact, a command of sorts, a smile kissed her lips as she answered, "I'm not going anywhere. I'd be more than happy to stay here with you." His eyes lit up to their brilliant cerulean blue and a smile split across his face. His teeth shined in the morning light, he was just as ready as her for this step. She wanted to ask, she wanted to know, what did this mean to him? Where did he want to take this? How did this happen to them so fast? Billy had always believed that love was a crock of bull shit. That looking at someone and finding another part of you in them was something meant for Disney and books. No fairytale was good. No fairytale existed. It was all a chemical imbalance in the body. It was all meant for the pretty white girls whose life had turned out better. It was all meant for the Maddies of the world. Billy's mouth tasted stale. A night of licking and sucking had left flavors in her mouth that were better fresh. She needed to brush her teeth and she needed a shower. She rolled over to face away from him and began scooch to get off the bed when his arm shot out across the space between them. "Where are you going?" he questioned quietly. "I need a shower and I'm sure you do too." Billy never lost her smile He pulled her across the bed to press his front to her back and to bury his nose in her hair. "But I have a problem that can't be solved with a shower." He flexed his hips so his hard staff was pressed against her ass. His heat seared through her and melted her core. Billy lifted her right leg and pressed her foot to the back of his right thigh and opened herself up to his invasion. She was ready for him, she didn't think for a moment that he wouldn't be able to turn her on. He positioned himself at her opening and pressed himself into her core. He didn't thrust himself in; he eased into her aching folds. She felt ready and sore all at the same time. She kept her leg wrapped around his hip and reached her hand back to touch his hair. Her fingers delved into the silky locks and grabbed on. He stopped moving his hips and growled behind her. "What did I tell you about grabbing me? Get your fucking hands out of my hair." Billy's stomach fluttered and her face heated up, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I forgot." "Well don't forget again." He resumed his motions, but there was tension in his hips as he stroked in and out of her. His movements were controlled and stiff, all emotion taken out of them. All he was giving her was bitter arousal. He was done with the sweet nothing's of his movements. He just wanted to fuck. Billy put her hand flat on the bed in front of her stomach and closed her legs. She thrust her hips to allow him to go deeper. The message was clear; she was surrendering herself to his angry thrusts. That was all the incentive he needed. He grabbed onto her hips and yanked her back against him as he began to piston himself in and out of her. She didn't want this. She wanted him to be sweet again. They would have to go a little bit at a time. Baby steps. She let her problems melt into a pool in the back of her mind and gave herself over to his powerful thrusts. Each time he bottomed out in her she gave a grunt of delicious pain. He made her body crave him, made her crave him. His thrusts tried to maintain their graceful glide, but he was so close to the edge that his moves became jerky and clumsy. His fingers dug into her hips and he buried his face deeper into her hair, his breath heating up the back of her neck. He started to grunt and groan, Billy's arousal was throbbing through her, but she was having the all too familiar problem of not being able to cum. "Come on, he groaned in her ear. Let go." It wasn't his fault, not in any way. Years of being at the beck and call of anybody with money and a little bit of time had taken all the joy out of sex. Couple that with her game of denying herself any pleasure, and you end up where she is now, frustrated and angry. She wanted to let go, she wanted to throb and ache around him, but it would take more than two days and two nights to accomplish what she'd been denying herself for so long. "Help me, please," she begged. He let out a deep grunt in her hair and reached his hand down to play her clit. Billy's entire body went stiff and she let out a strangled groan as her body started to clench around him. He thrust his hips some more and let himself come undone in her. They laid there, each letting their minds wander over what may happen with them and this budding relationship. Billy just wanted to know what was up with the hair and name thing. She rolled over away from him and got up to go take a shower. He didn't even glance at her this time; he'd severed his tie with her for now. Billy took a long hot shower to rub all the aches from her body. She just needed to relax. Her mind had been going a million miles a minute with all that was happening between them. When she was done with shower she got brushed his taste from her mouth. After their incident in the bathroom last night, he had spent the rest of their time in bed together grappling his lips to hers. Their tongues dueling for purchase in one another's mouths. It was like a rendition of Kung-Pow Enter the Fist. His lips were so soft. Even though their lips were raw by the end of the night, he would still roll over in the middle of their resting periods and press his swollen lips to hers. Billy finally left the steamy room to get dried off and dressed, when she returned to her room he was gone. The bed was made, and his door was firmly shut, all evidence of his presence in her room cleaned out. All that lingered was the scent of their time together. Billy got dressed in a form fitting T-shirt and a pair of short jean shorts, sans underwear again, and went down stairs. By the time she had made her way to the kitchen Billy's stomach had called outs its aggravation at its lack of food multiple times. Harold was at his station in the kitchen preparing breakfast. "Morning, Harold." "Morning, Miss Billy." An exasperated sigh escaped her lips at the "Miss." "Harold, I al-" "I've been addressing people as Miss and Mister for as long as I can remember, Miss Billy. It's not going to change overnight." A smile graced her face at his answer; she could live with someone being polite towards her for once in her life. "Please, take a seat, breakfast is just about ready." Billy grabbed a stool at the island and plopped herself down. "When will he be down, Harold?" Billy asked. He was on her mind, like always. Where else would he possibly be? How could she be this obsessed and into him in such a short period of time? All of this made her feel like an idiot school girl in a cheesy chick-flick. "I'm right here." A small tingle went down her spine at the sound of his voice. He came up alongside her and took the stool to her right. Just the mere warmth of his presence made her feel ready for another go, another chance to lie down with him in the most intimate way. He moved his hand from its original position and placed it on the small of her back and stroked the soft skin. More tingles. His head came down to within an inch of her ear, "We have to talk after breakfast." His warm breath played a minty lullaby across her ear and along the hairs that were hidden behind it. She gave him a slight nod and watched as Harold placed their breakfast's on the island. The plate was adorned with a spinach and cheese omelet and a large bowl of fruit was placed in the middle. "The toast will be ready in just a moment." Billy didn't need a moment, she was famished now and the food was all too appetizing and her stomach was more than ready. The clink of her silverware on the plate as it stabbed at chunks of eggs and spinach drowned out everything else, she barely noticed when the toast was placed next to her on a small desert plate in a stack of buttered triangles. She raised her head slowly and smiled sheepishly at the two men in the kitchen and silently vowed to herself to take it slow. Harold gave her a kind smile back and went about cleaning up the kitchen; however, the man next to her just stared at her, his intense gaze making her feel nervous and embarrassed. Finally she couldn't take on his intense gaze anymore and went back to eating her breakfast, this time with quiet dignity and a more calm air about her. Ripped off chunks of toast were placed in her mouth and sweet fruit glided past her lips, all in a disquieting silence in the kitchen, the only sound being Harold doing his chores. The man next to her had his own special breakfast; he ate a good sized pile of bacon along with an omelet and his own buttered triangles. They sat and ate in comfortable silence for the remainder of breakfast. Once their plates were cleared and they had thanked Harold for the labor and love he put into making their breakfasts, He grabbed Billy's hand and pulled her into a living room. The room was as all the others were, lush and well furnished. The colors were deeps reds and light tans that complimented the masculine furniture that adorned the room. Billy walked into the room and lowered herself onto a deep brown, leather couch while he sat on a plush chair of the same color across from her. Butterflies were tickling their way around in Billy's stomach as she waited to find out what it was that he wanted to talk about. His baby blues studied her for a moment before he opened his mouth. "You're staying. While this is great news, there are some things that we should talk about." The butterflies became aggressive with their flapping, their wings determined to help the butterflies break out. "Like what?" "First of all, you need clothes. I have had Harold provide some clothes for you, but you need a wardrobe for the remainder of your time here. There are also some things that you need to know, I have a couple of parties coming up this week, and since you are going to be here, you are obviously going to be in attendance at these parties. Given what you do, you may meet a couple of men that could have possibly been a...client of yours from before. If this is to happen, tell me immediately, I will not have my parties disrupted. Any question?" It would always hurt, the acknowledgment of her being a whore, but it's was what she did, what she was. "How will I be getting these clothes?" "The same way I get mine, there will be a tailor coming by in about an hour and he will be fitting you for your wardrobe as well as your dress for the parties." "And, when is the party?" "The party is tomorrow actually, and another one on Wednesday." It wouldn't be a surprise to see a former "client" at any of these parties, and if anything, it may be more embarrassing for the man and his significant other than it would be for Billy. The only thing was, she didn't want to embarrass Him. He was doing so much for her as was; she didn't want it be a thing that would drag him down. But hell, who knows if it could drag him down, she certainly didn't. It had already been made clear to her that he'd used the services of a prostitute on more than one occasion, but had he allowed one to attend his parties before? Most likely not. "Tomorrow? Well, I need to get ready then." She moved to get up when a familiar touch to her forearm signaled that they were not done. "There's some other stuff we need to take care of. I don't mind you exploring the house, but it's a really big house, and I'm pretty sure you were lost when you found me. If you want to go exploring, let Harold know. Hell, he's been here way longer than me and knows this place like the back of his hand. Also, the kitchen is always open, grab what you want. I work most of the day and won't be around a whole lot, so if you need things to do or a way to entertain yourself, once again, ask Harold. I work from home, so I'll be here, but I won't be available." The information he gave her went on and on, but he didn't once mention anything about what was happening between the two of them. She was glad that he was trusting her with key information about where she was and where things were, but she was wanted to know about them. Did he feel the same way she did? Did he feel the tug of love on the edge of his consciousness? Did he feel anything? For the most part he just told her about the house and what to expect for the remainder of her stay. He also let her know that if she was to need anything specific to talk to Harold and he would go into town and pick it up for her. By the time he was done packing her brain like a storage closet for information, the tailor had arrived. When the tailor came into the room he greeted him with a fond hug and some light chatter before he slipped out without a backward glance at Billy. The tailor was a little Italian man by the name of Mr. Felanga. He was built small in every way, short in the height department, slim in the body department and with slim and nimble fingers that plucked and pulled at Billy when he first met her. The tailoring session was set up in the room that Billy and the man had had their conversation in. All furniture was pushed aside and a mirror was set up in front of the window. A rack of clothing was brought in by three small Italian women that Billy cold only assume were related to Mr. Felanga. Three small women with small, nimble fingers and olive complexion that matched Mr. Falanga's to a T. Everything was done in a flurry of quick Italian and hand gestures that let Billy know how she was supposed to be positioned. When the issue of Billy stripping down to her underthings came up Harold magically appeared with a pair of demure cotton panties. Billy felt her face heat up at the realization that Harold was well aware of her predicament and ran to the bathroom to slip them on. Overall, the rest of the morning and a good chunk of the afternoon passed in a tidal wave of fabric. The day was made bearable by the fact that Mr. Falanga kept flirting with Billy. He'd compliment her on her hair, her smooth skin; he even made a sly comment on how he'd never tailored curves as great as hers. "These curves are as dangerous as mountain roads," he said with wink. Billy had giggled at that one along with the three other women in the room. She saw the Man pop his head into the room momentarily. Billy had just finished listening to Mr. Falanga try to woo her when she caught sight of Him. A fresh smile plastered on her face, she made eye contact with him. Something flickered in his eyes when he looked at her, but Billy had no idea what. Reading people was one of her skills, but reading Him was nearly impossible. Finally, around 4pm, the tailoring was done. Billy had been fitted for mostly dresses and a pair of slacks or two. He appeared to wish Mr. Falanga well and tell him good bye. An exhausted Billy trudged over to the kitchen for a snack before dinner. They'd worked through lunch and the fuel that breakfast had provided had long since run out. Bum in the air and head in the fridge was the way Billy was positioned when she felt His presence behind her. Billy snapped up quickly to get out of the precarious position when she felt her head collides with something. A loud groan sounded from behind her and an arm wrapped around her waist. "I believe that is the second time you've injured me since you've come to stay here." A tremor went through Billy's body due to the effort she was exerting to stifle her laugh. She didn't mean to hurt him, but he always wanted to be behind her. "Are you laughing at me," he playfully growled in her ear. Billy shook her head side to side and schooled her face into a frail mask of indifference. She was on the brink of full blown giggles when His other arm wrapped around her and he pressed her firmly against his body. His semi-hard member pressed at Billy's back and she began to do her dance again, her bum grinding into his lap. A soft groan echoed in her ear before she felt smooth lips and a hot tongue on her neck. Billy let out a sharp squeal when he picked her up and slid her onto the counter. He kicked out his leg to shut the fridge door while maintaining eye contact with her. Billy felt the heat travel through her at that gaze. His eyes held the promise of a quick ravishment, and she wanted it all. His lips met hers and kept control with a slow, lingering pace. His tongue played with hers while his hands roamed her body. It was in the middle of him nibbling on her lip when she felt his hands tug impatiently at her shorts. Billy placed her feet against the cabinets, her hand behind her on the counter and lifted her butt a little ways off of the counter to allow him the chance to strip her. Afterwards her hands found their way to the front of his pants. Her fingers walked along the ridge of his member until she decided it was time fumble with the zipper in an effort to get his cock out without taking his pants off. Her hands reached into the opening and pulled him out in a well-practiced move. He looked down at her hand stroking him and grabbed the back of head to engage in another heated kiss. With a small wiggle, Billy kicked her shorts the rest of the way off and spread her legs to his gaze. His hand reached down and he slipped his fingers into her dripping snatch, two fingers worked into her and he began to do a come hither motion with them. Billy felt the effect instantaneously. Her pussy clenched up and her stomach dropped to allow the pleasure to come through. Her breathy gasps turned into heavy moans that signaled her pleasure at his ministrations. Soon he started to move his entire hand in a rough motion that made his fingers delve deeper and wiggle faster. Billy had long since lost her grip of his cock and had instead had begun gripping the edge of the counter with her head thrown back. Never mind that she had just had breakfast on these very counters that morning, or that this was Harold's kitchen, she was lost in all He had to offer her at that moment. Change of Plans Ch. 05 Billy felt the balloon begin to expand, but it was contained and her mind would let it expand no more. Soon the wild jungle of pleasure that she'd gotten herself lost in became a dry desert full of frustration. She gripped his wrist and pulled his fingers out of her. At his hard, calculating stare she smiled wanly and reached back down to his manhood. By now precum was leaking from the tip, Billy swiped a little and stuck her finger in her mouth. Salty and kind of metallic, uniquely him. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the counter before he surged into her waiting opening. Billy gave a guttural cry at the sudden invasion and held on for dear life as he pounded into her. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter and her head was thrown back when his hand came up and wrapped around her throat. Another surge passed through her at the controlled contact. Her eyes rolled into her head as he continued to pump into her. Billy felt the balloon again and reached one of her hands down to stroke her clit to help herself out. He watched her fingers play with her clit while he pounded into her. Billy felt her orgasm come on suddenly and called out her release a moment before he pulled out and sprayed on her mons. He stepped back from Billy and let her hop down from the counter to pull her shorts back up. The kitchen was filled with an easy silence that neither of them felt the need to encroach on. It was when both of them were dressed that they finally looked at each other. Billy held his gaze and smiled. She loved the moments like this, the calm after the torrential hurricane that was sex with him. She reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, never breaking eye contact and never backing down from that intimidating stare. She took a step towards him when he gave no indication of displeasure at her touch, and another, until she was pressed against him again. Then she rose up onto her tiptoes and placed a gently kiss to his lips. Peace. Everything about this moment was peace. She felt what she had felt the night before with him. Her doubt from their conversation earlier, dissipated. That air of love and want, but just as before, she was scared of it. Love never came on that fast. It never surged into your mind after three days. She just couldn't make her mind about what she truly felt, but whatever it was, it was amazing. A guttural clearing of the throat caused Billy to jump back from Him like she'd been burned. He raised an eyebrow at her sudden retreat but didn't say anything. "Dinner will be in an hour, if you two are done using my kitchen that is." Billy gave Harold a wan smile before she looked back to Him. He was still watching her. Why? She made to move around him and allow Harold to regain control of his kitchen when she felt fingers lace with hers. She looked down at his hands as they dwarfed hers, before she looked back up to him. He avoided her gaze and instead looked at Harold. "Dinner sounds great, Harold. I'm Famished." With that he let go of her hand and walked off leaving a very confused, and slightly hurt, Billy in the kitchen. That was kind of rude, and kind of sweet, and it pissed her off, and it confused her. Stupid brain and stupid heart, figure out what the hell you both want. Billy gave Harold another smile before she walked off. The rest of the evening passed without incident. Dinner was a quiet affair since He decided to eat in his study, and Harold had things he needed to take care of before he would break for dinner. Billy sat cross legged on her bed and ate by herself. She was used to being alone, and eating alone, but not when there were available people in the house. After she finished eating, Billy went outside to look at the Garden she'd helped Harold with. She watered some of the plants and walked the grounds a little before she went back to the house to ready for bed. Billy fell into a fitful rest, her mind heavy with thoughts of what if's. It was in the middle of the night that Billy woke up from her light slumber to feel Him sliding into bed behind her. She felt him wrap his arm around her midsection and pull her closer. Her body tensed up immediately, why was he in her room? Did he want to have sex again? Did he think she was still asleep? "Relax," was whispered from the dark. Billy forced her imagination to stop running and her body to relax. Together they lied in silence until Billy drifted off to sleep. Her mind was calm and her sleep was easy, right before she fully sank into her dreams, she felt his lips press against her temple. She woke the next morning alone and with a light knock at her door. "Billy," Harold called, "Mr. Falenga is here with your dresses. You need to shower quickly and come down stairs." Billy sat up on her bed to listen to Harold's instructions before she flopped back down onto her back and swung her arm over her eyes. Yay. Time to play dress up. Billy jumped in the shower and scrubbed down as quick and efficiently as possible. When she exited the bathroom there was nothing on the bed but a black robe. Billy let out an exasperated sigh and slid the silky fabric on, it only reached mid-thigh but it was all she had. She rubbed herself down in thick smears of lotion and swiped her armpits and thighs with deodorant and she was out the door and down the stairs. When she arrived the room was fully transitioned to a fashionable closet and makeup studio. The three ladies and Mr. Falanga glanced up to confirm that it was Billy before going back to discussing whatever it was they were planning out. Billy stood off to the side awkwardly for a moment before the magical Harold appeared with a croissant sandwich and a bottle of water. "Today's going to be a long day for the both of us, so you might want to fuel up." It was just then that Billy noticed a flurry of activity going on behind Harold. Things were being carted into the house and people were in and out faster than Billy could keep track of. The door didn't close once while Billy stood there eating her sandwich. "Are you ready, dear?" Billy had just brushed the last of the crumbs off her robe before she was pulled by one of the female assistants over the makeup table. Billy was plopped down into a salon style chair before she was spun away from the mirror. "We don't want you to see before we're done," one of the girls said, answering Billy's unasked question. Billy decided to sit back and enjoy whatever was coming to her. The girls worked Billy over from head to toe for the entire morning and a good chunk of the afternoon. Her nails were done, her hair was styled, and her makeup was perfected. Billy even fell asleep during some of the treatment, which the girls giggled at when she came to. Finally they were done, but they refused to allow Billy to look yet. Instead, they helped her stand up and guided her over to the wardrobe section of the room. It was there that Billy was met with the wide-eyed Mr. Falanga. "My dear, you look beautiful." Billy's smile stretched from ear to ear at that compliment, even though she couldn't see herself, she knew better than to think Mr. Falanga's words to be untrue. Mr. Falanga looked over to the cart and pulled off some clothes. A racy, black pantie and bra set, and a form fitting, lace dress was handed to Billy. She looked around the room and saw that a screen had been set up for her modesty. A moment later when Billy came out, her dress back unzipped, she was slightly flustered. She was so worried about messing up her hair and so worried about people seeing her naked, it had taken her a while to get all set up. When she came out, one of the girls trotted up to her and zipped up her dress. She then handed Billy a pair of dangly, sparkling earring, and pair of strappy red shoes. Billy slipped the shoes on to her freshly pedicured feet and slipped the earring into her ears and looked up to see the girls and Mr. Falanga staring at her. Billy was guided over to a mirror where she gasped at the image she made. Her makeup was smoky and perfectly done. Her eyes made to look like they were in the body of a smoldering seductress and her lips plumped to kissing perfection with the perfect, true red. Her hair was done up in a tight bun, with the front of the hair done in intricate braids that created a crown of sorts around her head. The dress was form fitting in every way. She could see all the danger in the curves she possessed just like Mr. Falanga had said. The heels made her toned legs look endless and the earring elongated her neck. Billy was a vision. Never had she looked so elegant and so put together, and never had she felt so desirable and beautiful. Her eyes began to sting with unshed tears; she was everything her parents had ever wanted of her, and everything she had hoped she's become by this age. How had she fallen so low as to become a prostitute? Billy choked back her emotions and turned to see four sets of concerned eyes watching her. "Thank you, so very much," She whispered. The girls looked ready to cry themselves, and Mr. Falanga had a look of pride and adoration on his face. She rushed over to them and gave each one of them a hug of pure gratitude. When they were all done and calmed down, they each wished Billy a good night and bid her farewell. Billy hated to see them go; they had such good fun and conversation together. When they had fully cleared out, Billy went to the kitchen to find Harold. When he saw her he gave her an appreciative look and let out a wolf whistle. "You clean up very well. If I were ten years younger I might just have a go at you myself." Billy let a guffaw at that. Harold all improper and mildly pervy, was kind of endearing and funny. Billy just shook her head at him and thanked him before asking where the party was. Harold looked back at the staff in the kitchen and bid them to carry on while he led Billy to the party. The party was held in a different part of the house that Billy had never been to before. How big was this place? She felt like she was going through the Playboy Bunny mansion or something. When they finally arrived Billy nearly lost her breath at the sight. The room was a large ballroom with tiled floors and the staple bay windows. Some tables were set up off to the side for people to dine and eat at, and a horderves table and open bar were set up along the windows. A small orchestra was playing quietly off to the side and people were milling around, dancing, or talking in small groups. That's where she saw Him. He was off to the side talking with a group of businessmen and a few businesswomen. Billy felt his gaze long before she found it and was nervous as to what it would hold when she met it. When her stare met his, she instantly felt a fire race down to her pussy. His gaze was heated passion that was nearly broiling over; whatever the people surrounding him were talking about had lost his interest. She felt Harold chuckle and looked up to him. "I suggest you get over there and quick, Ms. Billy." She blushed at his notice of the passion between her and Him and disentangled her arm from Harold's before she walked over to where He stood. As she reached the group conversation slowly ceased. She's parked herself in a space between him and one of the other gentlemen in the group before anyone said something. "So Mr. Rosenthal," one of the men began, "who is this lovely morsel?" Billy glanced up at him at that, Rosenthal? That's a hell of a last name. What was it? German? It sounded powerful and angry, she liked it. "Mr. Rosenthal" glanced down at Billy before addressing the curious stares. "Well Dave, this is my date, Billy." Billy smiled wanly at the people around her and gave a small wave as hello. The women look at her disdainfully. One of them was a small petite blonde woman with an upturned nose and muddy, brown eyes. The other was a tall, shapely red head with wild, green eyes. The redhead raked Billy over with her gaze before settling on glaring at the hand that He'd slyly wrapped around Billy's waist. The men in the group offered their names up freely and amicably while the two women spat their names out like curse words. The petite blond was named Emily, and the busty redhead was named Brenna. While the men continued their easy conversation and their joking jabs at one another, Brenna spent a lot of time looking between joining in with not-so-joking jabs and eyeing the arm around Billy's waist. Billy herself wasn't too worried about it, whatever she wanted of Him, she could have it. He wasn't hers to keep, even if the thought did stifle her breathing for a moment. She stood there wrapped in his arm and enjoying the easy banter amongst colleagues for a while before she noticed she was hungry. Her stomach let out an angry grumble at the lack of food that caused Him to glance down at her. He had a small smile that hardened a bit at the feel of her angry stomach. "Gentlemen, and women," He interrupted his friends, "might we take this conversation to a table with some food?" Billy glanced over at the set up by the window and felt her stomach growl even more when she eyed the bite-sized quiches. "I'll have Harold bring out dinner." He must've made some sort of tiny gesture that Billy didn't notice, because soon there were people taking their seats and waiters and waitresses were milling out of the kitchen with platters of food. When the group arrived to their table He pulled out Billy's chair for her. A basket of bread was placed in the center of their table before a bowl of lobster bisque was placed in front of everyone. Billy closed her eyes and let the smell of her soup play around with her senses. She brought a spoonful up to her mouth and tasted it slowly, letting the creamy soup slide down the back of her throat, thoroughly coating her pallet. When she opened her eyes all the men at the table were looking at her lustfully. Hooker or not, that kind of attention can be a bit flustering and Billy felt it. She looked over to Him and saw the flicker of fire in his eyes as he stared down at her mouth. Billy made it a point not to be so seductive for the rest of the night. She didn't want to draw the attention of others too much and didn't want to get herself too riled up. After three courses, dinner was over and couples had drifted over to the dance floor. Billy felt uncomfortable with the unwelcome of Brenna and Emily and looked over at the dance floor longingly. They'd been making small jabs all night, and though she didn't expect him to get involved, she didn't want to be there for it either. Those two ladies were overshadowing the easy conversation with spite. "Hey, Schmidt, mind if I take your date for a dance?" Billy looked over to see one of the men eyeballing her hungrily. His gaze was hard at work trying to undress her, she had a feeling that she knew that gaze from somewhere before. Unease settled in her stomach and tension gathered around her shoulders, his gaze was too familiar. However, the prospect of getting away from those women and dancing for a little bit seemed like heaven at the moment, even if it was with some creep. She looked up at Him longingly, pouring her desire to dance into her eyes before he finally gave a nod. Before she was shuffled off to dance, he grabbed her chin and kissed her possessively, his tongue stroking hers causing a small groan to bubble up from her throat. When they finally parted Billy was as wet as ever and no one was on her mind but him. The circle of colleagues was watching them and the man that had asked to dance cleared his throat. Billy looked down in embarrassment and took his hand to be escorted to the dance floor. When they reached the center of the floor he swept her up so that she was pressed against his body. Billy looked over at Him and found that he was eyeing her and her dance partner hard. She felt reassured that He would be watching them. She was carried adrift to the light sound of the orchestra and she found herself relaxing and enjoying the freedom of dancing. They were well into their third song when she felt breath on her ear, "I know you." Billy stiffened and tried to remain calm and pull back a little to look at him, but he continued on as if he had said nothing at all. "You're one of those whores from the warehouse down town, aren't you? I'd recognize that body anywhere." Billy felt the unease in her stomach return and wanted more than anything to break away from his grip. "How'd a whore like you end up all the way out here, huh? How much is he paying you?" Billy pulled back and looked at him, she could barely remember his name, David or Donald or was the other guy named Dave and this one was named Ronald or some shit like that, at this point it didn't really matter, and she just wanted to go back to Him. "Are you going to answer me slut?" he bit out. His grip on her waist had tightened and his eyes took on a hard glint. "How much is Rosenthal paying to keep a 24 hour whore around?" God, Billy hated that word. Hated the implications, whether or not they were true it was the way they were said. While it was an occupation and it was the truth, the hate and lust and force behind the way he was saying it made her feel dirty and worthless. His smile had hardened in a way that she'd never seen before and her stomach dropped. This was the closest Billy had ever gotten to throwing up that didn't include a dick or alcohol. She had desperately hoped and prayed no one would recognize her at His party; however, her prayers went unanswered, as usual. He held her close and glided her across the dance floor while whispering insults and rude comments in her ear. It seemed as though he was getting off on her distress and discomfort. If she tried really hard, Billy thought she could possible remember the session with this brute. He'd most likely been a bit abusive, angry. He'd possible thrust harder than necessary and left Billy a bit bruised and worse for wear. When the song was over, Billy yanked out of his grip and laid a hateful glare on him. How dare he humiliate her and their host? How dare he say such disgusting and hateful things to her on what had been a beautiful night? Billy plastered a smile on her face that was more the showcasing of her teeth than anything else and stalked away. What could she do? What could she say? "Please save me from being called what I am by your drunken colleague?" No, he outranked her in importance and status. She ran to the bathroom and felt her stomach turn over as it forced her dinner up her gullet. She made it to the toilet just in time to say good bye to what was the beautiful dinner that Harold had prepared. Billy stood up and looked in the mirror. She looked herself in the eye until she didn't recognize who she was anymore. Her heart ached and her pride hurt in a way it never had before. She'd never had a dream, a beautiful moment like she's had tonight be taken away from her in such a brutal fashion. She lost the girl her parents had wanted to be in the mirror in that bathroom, and reacquainted herself with the woman she had become. She'd gone soft in the time she'd spent with Him, and it had left her wounded. Not again. "Open the door." Billy jumped at the sudden command from outside. She rinsed her mouth and flushed the toilet before swinging the door open. She was hard; she was ice, a wall that would never tumble. However, when she opened that door, she was greeted with a concerned gaze and the wall collapsed. She stifled her tears, but the hurt shined through anyways. He looked down at her and raised a hand to her face. She pressed her cheek into his palm. "Your friend recognized me," she whispered. He nodded down at her, "I noticed." "Come on," he said, "the night is pretty much over, I'll take you to Harold." Change of Plans Ch. 05 Billy thought of the kind soul that was Harold and felt her heart lighten a little. When they found him in the kitchen, he took one look at Billy and grimaced. He clucked his tongue at her pained face and requested she sit at the bar. Billy plopped her ass in that seat and let the tiredness settle into her bones. She didn't want this anymore. She didn't want to be a prostitute on her own, open to insults and discrimination. Easy money or not, it was wearing down on her soul. "I'm going to say goodbye to my guests and then I'll be back." Billy nodded up at him. She turned around to face Harold when He'd gone and was greeted with a delicate cupcake, just like the one from the first night. "I saw you didn't eat my pastry art the first night you were here" Harold commented. "Well, as much I appreciated your reverence of art, I'd like you to eat it." He smiled a fond, gentle smile at her. Billy picked up the beautiful cupcake topped in a bright yellow flower with delicate green leaves and smiled. When she bit into it, it was like a little piece of heaven exploded in her mouth. It was a red velvet cupcake with a yummy buttercream center and a sugary top. Billy chewed with slow thoughtful chews and groaned at the dance of flavor on her tongue. She watched Harold smile at her reaction to his pastry art and felt a little bit better about the night. By the time she was done eating the cupcake, with her slow, thoughtful bites, the house had been cleared completely and a mess was left to deal with in the morning. Billy had been up all day and all night, and was absolutely exhausted. She told Harold she was tired and that it was far past her bedtime before she bid him good night. Billy galumphed her way up to her room and stripped down, laying the dress across a chair gently. Regardless of the fact that it had caused a load of negative attention, it had still gotten the attention of the one person she'd wanted it from the most. The sheets felt cool and comforting on Billy's skin as she slid in with nothing but her knickers on. As soon as she was settled and her mind stopped racing, Billy drifted off to sleep. When Billy awoke the next morning, she was laying on a warm rock. She put her hand on the rock with the intention of getting up when she felt it shift. She was lying on top of him, his solid body was being used as a hard pillow. Billy laid her head back down on her rock and listened to its heart beat. She let the events and feelings from last night come forward in her mind. The humiliation and despair, and the happiness and thrill, it had been a rollercoaster of a night. Billy felt anger swell up at the thought of that man ruining her night, the thought of him humiliating her like that. He wanted to dance with her to insult her so he could off. What a dick. Bill's body had tightened into a board of tension when she felt His harm wrap firmly around her. He dragged her body farther onto his chest so he could reach her head. When she was at the right distance he craned his head down and planted a kiss on the crown of her head. "Go back to sleep, Billy, we'll talk about it later." She wanted to stay mad, to stay tense and pissed, but she didn't want to displease Him. She forced herself to relax and let sleep overtake her as she rested on her rock.