Anonymous Encounters(15)

What the hell was going on? My plan had completely gone off the rails.  I'd come by to drop off some Plan B for crying out loud, back-up birth  control, and instead I'd just seeded the female again. Oh fuck yeah,  that curvy body was absorbing my sperm again for the second time in  twelve hours, and shit, I should have panicked. I should have run to the  kitchen and come back with the birth control pills, opening the girl's  mouth and forcing the girl to swallow.

But instead, I stayed where I was, dick fully embedded in her tight  twat, and just rolled with it. Rachel was so beautiful, so gorgeous and  sweet, and it felt absolutely right to be here, to enjoy the fleshy  curves, the honey that was her calling card. Because despite the doubts  running through my head, the misgivings that should have had me out the  door in a flash, it felt fucking good. This was right, this was my  female, and a growl of satiation and contentment escaped my chest. I,  Donovan Jones, am completely lost to an eighteen year-old nymph  …  and  the fall had never been so good.





CHAPTER SEVEN


Rachel




I don't understand exactly what's happening. It's like a magic spell has  come down, and I'm acting like a slut, giving into my dirtiest  fantasies. Because Donovan was supposed to come by and drop off some  birth control, a harmless enough encounter. I didn't even have to see  him, he was just gonna leave the packet on my table and then walk out.

But instead I tantalized him. Or I did more than that. I was a total  whore, getting naked and waiting for him on my hands and knees, pussy  open for his dick. I wiggled my naked butt, baiting him with those  pulsing fods, and of course the alpha male took. How couldn't he? This  is Donovan after all, a gorgeous, domineering asshole, and oh god, but  Daddy took. He took and took until my butt was sore, pussy and ass both  pulsing with desire.

And I swear, I'm not usually like this. I'm a virgin, or I was a virgin  until two days ago. But now? Holy cow, you'd hardly recognize boring  librarian Rachel with the twin sets and knee-length skirts now. And  that's why I don't understand what's happening.

Because Donovan left me money after our hot session. At first, I didn't  believe it, the gleam of green so odd, totally out of place in my shabby  apartment. But it was there, and the cash so crisp and new-smelling  that I couldn't even touch it at first. Why was he doing this? I'm no  working girl, he didn't have to pay.         

     



 

But the alpha's motives became clear soon enough. Because he left me a note too, and it read:

Baby girl,

Get ready to leave this dump. Daddy's taking care of you, a car's coming later tonight.

Be ready.

Daddy

I gawped while reading the note and fingering the cash. A car? What kind  of car? How would I know it was for me? And why all this cash? But with  trembling fingers, I put the money in my pocketbook, the Benjamins  looking strange and crisp next to the pathetic assortment of crumpled  ones already there. I save, I scrimp, I'm really frugal, but a  librarian's salary doesn't go far and it showed. My apartment's in a bad  neighborhood and I've done it up as best I can with cast-off furniture,  stuff I scavenged from second hand shops, but it's worn for sure. I try  to brighten rooms with colorful afghans and needlepoints, but there's  no hiding the stains, even the prettiest drape can't cover a  particularly nasty spill. So yeah, the cash was much appreciated even if  I felt weird taking it.

But as I waited on the sidewalk, my gut churned uneasily. What the hell  was going on? This was supposed to be an anonymous encounter but we'd  gone so much further than that. We knew each other's names now, we had  each other's numbers, and for crying out loud, Donovan knows where I  live. Was he sending me a car now to take me to his place? Where in the  world was I being taken? What the hell, what the hell?

Unfortunately, the voice in my head spoke then. Rachel, it screamed.  You're crazy! You fucked this guy in public, you let him into your  apartment to fuck you again, and now you're gonna get in a car with him?  What the hell is wrong with you? You're asking for it, you're gonna be  chopped into pieces and left for dead, a story on the evening news.

I nodded uneasily, a chill running down my spine as my toe tapped the  curb. That could all be true, but the thing was I wanted it. I wanted to  see where this was all going, the alpha had me on a tight leash but it  was a leash I loved. I loved giving it up for him, never knowing what  was coming next, whether dick in my pussy or my ass, whatever depraved  things Donovan had in mind. I loved exploring, leaving shy, virginal  Rachel in the dust. Instead there was a new me, the slut ready to pry  her ass open for my man, the one whose pussy dripped non-stop whenever  the alpha was near.

And as thoughts churned in my head, a black town car pulled up, an elderly man hopping out in a jaunty chauffeur's uniform.

"Rachel Smith?" he asked kindly. "Miss?"

"Yes, that's me," I chewed on my lip nervously. It was do or die, I  could still make an escape now. But Donovan made it impossible because  the chauffeur reached into his pocket and pulled out a note, handing it  to me courteously. With slow fingers, I unfolded the heavy cream paper.

My love, it read.

Trust me on this.

Come to Daddy.

And with that, my fate was sealed. I had to go where Daddy led, I had to  see what Daddy wanted for me. My life was in the hands of this man,  this man whose last name I still didn't know, who'd seeded me twice  already. I was putty for him, a cum slut, his receptacle, his property,  and I didn't want it any other way. So with my doubts gone, I got into  the car, calm and relaxed as it whisked me to god knows where.

The landscape passed in a flash, but all I saw was what I'm used to.  Desert, tumbleweed, the bright harsh rays of the Nevada sun glinting off  the sand, cactuses dotting the landscape. But soon enough, the car  pulled up to a strip mall, one of the many that dotted the highway.

"Oh are we getting gas?" I asked doubtfully. There was no gas station in  sight, but it was the only reason I could think to stop.

The elderly driver chuckled.

"No miss, you're headed to the Billionaires Club."

The Billionaires Club? What was that? I shook my head, confused, and slowly repeated his words.

"I'm sorry, but where are we going? I see a Taco Bell and a JC Penney, but did you say a club of some sort?"

The elderly man got out, and held the door open for me.

"That's right Miss, Mr. Donovan has directed me to bring you straight to the Billionaires Club."

This time, I knew I heard right, and yet it just didn't make sense.  Everything about the strip mall screamed Middle America, from the bright  golden arches of the McDonald's to the neon open sign in the window of  the nail parlor. But shaking my head, I got out of the car, squinting  under the bright desert sun.         

     



 

"This way, Miss," the driver said, beckoning to me. "This way."

And slowly, I followed him into the mall. Again, there was nothing to  distinguish this place from any other mall you might wander into.  Polished floors greeted me, the chill of an A/C on high, with a food  court on the right, and some slot machines on the left. Gotta love my  home state, they never miss an opportunity to make money on unsuspecting  tourists.

But my driver led me to the right, and then to the left until we stood before a restroom sign.

"I'm okay, thanks," I said, shaking my head. "I'm okay."

The wizened man chuckled.

"No, not that. Here," he said, opening the door to what looked like a supply closet. "This way."

And I gawped because it actually wasn't a supply closet with cleaning  fluids, mops and the like. It was an elevator, industrial-looking, grey  and bland.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, still confused. "Shouldn't we take one of the elevators outside?"

"No Miss," said the chauffeur, shaking his white head. "This is a special elevator, one that will transport you to the club."

Again, this club. What was he referring to? Well, in for a penny, in for  a pound, and with hesitant steps, I entered the grey cube. My chauffeur  pressed a button on the outside.

"Wait, aren't you coming too?" I asked in a rush, face panicked for a  split second. My driver was the only link I had to humanity, the only  person that knew I was here other, and I had a momentary rush of doubt, a  feeling of panic.

But the driver was already waving a hand goodbye.

"No miss, there's no place for an old man like me in the Billionaires  Club. Now you have a good time, enjoy," he said with a wink, and with  that, the doors hissed shut, enclosing me in the featureless cube.

I have to be honest. I was a little scared because the lift literally  plunged then, going down, down, and down, and as my stomach dropped, a  sense of vertigo overtook me. What the hell was going on? My senses  could have been off, but it felt like I was being drawn into the innards  of the earth, that we were plunging some fifty stories downwards, and  when the doors opened, I wouldn't have been surprised to see molten lava  and volcanic ash.