Paying The Price by Piper Mackenzie Page B

cock in me a few times, but he was dragging it out.
    I closed my eyes, trying to relax and block out Jacob's hard eyes. Knowing he was watching me so intently put me on edge.
    “Don't close your eyes. I want you to see me watching you.”
    “I can't relax when I know you're staring. It's never going to happen like this.”
    “We've got all night,” he said, “open your eyes.”
    I did so, to find his gaze squarely on mine. I kept going, and his eyes didn't waver from my face. I dipped my finger inside myself again to collect more of my own juices, returning it to circle my clit, increasing the speed and pressure.
    After a while I felt my face heat, the warmth spreading up my throat. My mouth cracked open, my lungs accelerating as I gasped for more air. He held my eyes trapped under his stare. I sped up again, as the waves of pleasure began to crash over me, my muscles clenching. A moan escaped my lips as my eyes squeezed closed again, unable to keep them open.
    As the final ebbing sensations of the orgasm subsided my eyes fluttered open to find him still watching my face with a satisfied expression.
    I just lay there, leaving my hands on my pussy, waiting for my next instructions.
    For a moment he didn't say anything, and then he moved. He stood up, holding his hand out. I lifted my own hand and placed it in his, he grasped it and pulled me to his feet. He raised my hand to his face, taking a deep breath through his nose. As I watched him smell the scent of me on my fingers my body reacted, turned on by the small action.
    Keeping hold of my hand he led me towards the giant glass doors that led to the balcony. Leading me to the edge he positioned my hands on the wall that separated us from the air above one of the city's busiest streets.
    “You're not afraid of heights, are you?” he asked, stepping behind me.
    “No.” My voice shook, but its cause was nothing to do with vertigo, I knew exactly what was about to come.
    He spread my legs and tilted my ass, placing me in the exact position he wanted. Wrapping one arm around my waist he slipped his second hand down to where mine had been stroking just minutes earlier.
    His lips grazed my spine, causing it to arch as his finger pushed into me.
    “You're so tight,” he said with a groan.
    Pulling his hands away I felt the head of his cock against my entrance; I tensed, even though I kept telling myself to relax. He moved his hips forward quickly, causing me to cry out in pain as he breached the thin barrier.
    He stilled immediately, not moving even a fraction.
    “Why didn't you tell me?” he demanded. He slid his hands up to my shoulders, pulling them back towards him. We were still joined, but my back arching until my head rested against his chest.
    “What does it matter?” I asked weakly, staring at the city lights. “Would you have believed me if I had?”
    “If I had known I never would have made you do this... any of it.” He paused for a while, before speaking again. “Do you want to stop?”
    I considered it; I'd never been so embarrassed and humiliated, but at the same time I'd never been as turned on as I was now, no matter how I'd touched myself. On top of that I still needed the money.
    “I've gone this far I may as well finish the deal.”
    “The deals off, the cash is yours. You can tell me to stop, if you want.” His hand slowly stroked across my stomach. “Or we can finish this off and I can make you scream for a completely different reason.”
    His hand dropped lower, his fingers flicking across my clit. The unexpected touch sent shock-waves through my body, my muscles clenched around him and I bucked slightly. He laughed softly.
    “So, what do you say?” he asked, continuing to caress me while his cock was buried deep inside of me.
    “I'd like to stay,” I said softly, tilting my hips instinctively towards him.
    He didn't say anything as he repositioned me against the side of the balcony. He began to move, slowly at first, speeding up as