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The Collector's Whore	By : BringtheHawt Category: +A through F > Bioshock Views: 21242 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Author’s Note: I truly appreciate votes/reviews! I'm one of those authors that hates their own writing so reviews help me gauge how I'm doing.
For anyone unfamiliar with 'To Belong' ... Noah Reed = the debt collector = "The Negotiator" = dangerous, evil bastard with a very specific view of women.
As far as the 'To Belong' universe goes, I wanted to do a 'what if' non-canon debt-collection sex scene between Eliz and Noah but the idea of Noah and a teenage Anna eliminated a LOT of issues(Anna has no powers, Anna doesn't have a sexual relationship with Booker so there's no 'emotional/physical cheating' factor).
So, this is just a 'what if' scenario of a daughter trying to protect her father from a violent debt-collector. There's no Elizabeth in this universe, just Anna(18 years old) and Booker(at 36 years) which I believe fits the Bioshock timeline more appropriately than To Belong does.
Here we go, then. Starts off with some introductory plot then evolves into sexing.
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New York City - October 7th, 1910
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It was a cold, starless night.
From one of New York's many shadows, Anna watched them -her father and this ... tall man.
Throughout the week there had been ... hints that they were in trouble: the occasional ominous comment, a newfound sadness in her father's eyes ... the constant grim lines of his frowns.
She considers her father, Booker, a good man. He had been a great parent ... supportive, loving ... always concerned for her well-being but never overbearing. He had once admitted to her that in his past, before her birth, he done a terrible act he was still having trouble forgiving himself for. She never asked for details. She simply smiled, embraced him and whispered in his ear 'I love you. I'm proud to have you, and I think ... wherever mom is, she's proud too.' The words summoned tears.
Ultimately, he did exceptionally well raising her alone. Especially considering he was still a teenager when she had been born.
It's amazing how one night of weakness, a single night of alcohol and gambling, had put all their happiness at risk.
For months persistent men had been knocking on their door ... and, for months, Booker always managed to send them away or avoid them. Then they sent this man. This broad-shouldered, well-dressed man. The mere image of him convinced her that persistence was far from the worst quality a collector could have.
Her father did not ignore this one.
Payments were made. And one was being made at this exact moment.
The sight of them exchanging an envelope filled her with anxiety. The tall man opened it, and began counting the money.
Anna couldn't dig a lot of information out of Booker regarding this debt-repayment situation. The crafty female only figured out about these biweekly, late night payments by spying on her father. The single comment her father made about the situation was that the collector was a 'cocky bastard,' nothing more.
The concerned girl bit her lip when she saw her father remove a gun from the rim of his pants. For a brief second she thought the matter was about to get violent ... but then her father handed the man his only gun.
It took her a second to realize why.
Dad's payment was short ...
The gun was given to make up for the incomplete payment.
She blinked back tears. And as she watched the two men begin to walk opposite directions, her father toward their home and the collector into a dark street beyond her vision, Anna resolved to find answers she knew her father wouldn't provide her.
The determined daughter also resolved to ... help, if necessary. For she loved her father very much.
As soon as Booker had disappeared into their humble home, Anna dashed toward the street she had seen the intimidating collector disappear into.
"Sir, sir!" she shouted into the night, racing through the streets. She caught sight of him just as she was starting to lose her breath.
"Sir! Please wait!"
For better or worse, the man heard her. His motions paused just as he stepped beneath a street lamp. The collector turned toward her and waited.
Anna jogged to him, breathing lightly. As she closed the distance between them, she realized that spying on him from afar had failed to convey exactly how large this man was - possibly a full foot-and-a-half taller than her while possessing a frame with proportional bulkiness. Had she ever laid eyes upon a taller man?
She bit her lip as the man politely removed his hat and smiled lightly at her.
He was ... quite handsome: a blonde with light-colored eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. Obviously, she couldn't see his bare body, but based on his size ... she imagined a powerful physique beneath those clothes.
He's a dangerous man, she reminded herself.
There was a small, cordial bow of his head before the man asked, "how may I assist you, miss ... ?"
"You're Booker DeWitt's collector," she announced, folding her arms about her chest in a poor attempt to ward off the cold night air.
The unnerving man's smile deepened.
"You must be Anna," the man determined aloud, "come join me beneath the lamp light, miss DeWitt. I feel as though I'm conversing with a shadow."
The sound of her name made her wonder exactly how much the man knew of her. She decided to cooperate with the request, hoping to encourage his cooperation.
As the light revealed her, Anna watched his eyes wander. The young female wondered what sort of thoughts he had as he looked her over ... She suddenly felt shy, cheaply-dressed and very small.
I must look like a desperate tramp standing before an aristocrat ...
The perceptive man's following words both reassured her and disturbed her at once.
"Don't be bashful; you're beautiful," Reed complimented.
She refused to smile. She wouldn't even acknowledge his comment.
"My name is Noah Reed," he revealed smoothly, "may I ask for the purpose of this approach?"
"He's afraid of you," she murmured, focusing on her father's debt. There was no need to identify who she was referring to.
"He should be," Noah responded honestly.
Anna's heart drooped inside her chest.
"How many more payments does he owe?"
The Negotiator cocked his head to the side before speaking: "this is very bold of you -"
"- please sir," Anna interrupted desperately, "he won't ... tell me anything of these affairs."
"Perhaps out of fear you'd be inspired to act rashly," Noah responded after a short chuckle. He had to give the lovely girl credit: she was very spirited, chasing him down these dark streets to demand information from him ...
"We share a home! He's ... the only family I - "
"-Five payments remain," Reed answered smoothly.
Anna frowned. Five more payments, and her father was already selling personal belongings ...
He'll never be able to afford the rest ...
"What happens if he cannot pay?" she asked in a soft tone.
" ... I become unpleasant," Noah responded slyly.
The troubled beauty found herself scowling at the man.
That's when the Negotiator noticed those eyes. They were ... truly a beautiful color.
Reed adopted a light smile when he was able to reclaim his focus. It took effort not to laugh and smirk continuously during conversations such as these ... there was sympathy, too, somewhere in his crippled heart ... but that sort of emotion only existed as a wisp within the Negotiator and was routinely buried beneath that odd sense of humor.
"Your father borrowed money from criminals ... Powerful men," he explained, "these men are paying me well to collect and they have certain ... expectations."
Anna's eyes cast downward sadly. She would have never known how much trouble her father was in if she hadn't spied on him ...
"It's the witching hour ... and these streets are never safe for a young lady such as yourself. Permit me to escort you home - "
" - you accepted his gun as part of his payment," Anna interjected, her self-embrace instinctively tightening.
" ... I did," Noah confirmed.
"You're ... " she blushed slightly, unable to look at the man, "willing to accept ... payments that aren't ... aren't necessarily .. "
Reed then realized what the girl was awkwardly attempting to offer him.
It was a struggle to obscure the wolfish smirk that threatened to surface upon his face. He even looked away from her, attempting to establish self-control ... ultimately, despite his best efforts, amusement touched his eyes and curved his mouth ever-so-slightly.
Well ... the slender brunette was absolutely gorgeous, so the thought of claiming her was certainly rousing.
Still, the youthful beauty seemed ... shy, uncertain. She must be tested. Reed wasn't about to purchase a hotel room for this delicious promise just to have the troubled maiden burst into tears the moment he tried to touch her.
"Tempting proposal," he admitted with a tone of manufactured gentleness, pointedly gazing at her petite figure, "forgive this bold admission, miss DeWitt, but the moment you joined me beneath this light, I've ... imagined exacting various sins upon your body."
Anna's breath caught in her throat. Odd how enticing and alarming those words were at once. She hesitantly turned to face him and, when she noticed the man's leering, all her emotions were further intensified. This was good, yes? He was ... interested in her.
The Negotiator took a step toward her, bringing the pair within inches of each other.
Anna ignored the powerful urge to step back, gathering courage as their eyes united.
"You're eighteen, if I recall correctly ... " as he slowly extended a gloved hand upward to run his knuckles across her pale cheek.
"Yes," she confirmed warily. The touch heightened her apprehension, as did the man's knowledge of her. The perturbed girl wondered if the man knew her birth date ... it wouldn't surprise her if he did.
"You don't strike me as the sort that routinely makes this kind of offer to unfamiliar men ... " Reed pointed out, opening his palm to gently cup her cheek.
"No, sir, I ... " but Anna lacked the heart to finish the thought aloud. She kept the words 'I'm doing this because I love my father' to herself. She tried to find comfort in the man's leather-coated touch ... tried to find comfort in the fact that he was clearly attracted to her, but ultimately both 'comforts' did little to ease her nerves.
"Would I be your first?" he asked, now sliding a thumb across her incredibly full lips - the sort of lips that belonged on a man's body.
This touch stole her breath, and her eyes bashfully ventured away from his.
" ... no," Anna responded hesitantly, briefly wondering if the man had desired an untouched body. The truth was Reed was silently thanking fate. Deflowering virgins was always a bloody mess - one of the few bloody messes he preferred not to have any involvement in. It was difficult enough for experienced women to accommodate a man his size, so pristine females had lost all their allure to him very quickly.
"As a substitute for one of Mr. DeWitt's payments, I intend to keep you the entire evening, Anna," he announced, gently gripping her chin and forcing their gazes together again, "are you able to handle this?"
Anna attempted to encase her wildly-beating heart in steel.
"I can handle it," she promised, gripping fiercely upon her resolve.
"Excellent," he smiled, once again examining that remarkable shade of blue she possessed. A man could drown within such eyes. A man such as Noah would enthusiastically drown within such eyes.
"I have stipulations," she announced.
"Go on."
"You are ... not to release inside me," she insisted firmly, "you're not allowed to hurt me and if I tell you to stop ... you absolutely must ... without hesitation, question or complaint."
"You seem to have a very high opinion of me," Noah quipped after a short chuckle, removing his hand from her.
"You've admitted you're a dangerous man," she responded, taking a small step back, re-wrapping herself in that heat-conserving self-embrace, " ... and father says you're a bastard."
"Debtors are never particularly fond of me," Reed retorted with a wink, starting to unbutton his suit jacket.
"What ... are you ... " she murmured, wide-eyed, as the strange man stripped off that outermost layer of clothing. The act confirmed her silent suspicion ... even beneath the dress-shirt that remained, one could tell the man had an incredibly brawny physique. The attracted female thought for a brief, silly moment that he intended to undress and begin their exchange right there on the sidewalk. Perhaps this irrational assumption was the result of the lusty imaginings that were starting to enter her mind.
"Cold night," He commented as he wrapped his jacket about her shoulders. The oversized jacket nearly fit her like a knee-length dress, and the boldness of the deed, along with her own wild thoughts, forced her to flush slightly.
"Shall we, then?" Reed asked, offering his muscular arm.
She linked her own arm with his before hesitantly inquiring: " ... Will you ... allow me to work off my father's entire debt?"
"That's a lot of money, miss DeWitt," Noah commented smoothly as he led her to his car, "we'll see how this evening goes."
She had put on a good show when they had made this arrangement ... but now that Noah had accepted her offer, several anxieties plagued her. What if he accepts her body but then demands a full payment from her father anyway? What if she ... performs inadequately and he refuses to accept this exchange for the final four payments? What if he hurts her, despite their arrangement? What if he has no intention of allowing her to return home?
When they reached the car, Reed opened the passenger-side door for her. She stared at the vehicle for a moment, before turning her gaze toward him.
What am I doing? I don't know this man; I don't know what he's capable of.
Her hesitance forced another smile from him. Noah leaned downward so that he could whisper in her ear: "This will be the night you think of whenever a man touches or tastes you. This night. I will use, exhaust and satisfy your body in a way no other man can. That I promise you."
The words made Anna a little breathless.
She again wondered: What am I doing? He's dangerous ...
But every rational thought that entered her mind seemed to instantly abandon her. At this intimate proximity, she imagined kissing his neck, she even started to press forward to do so, but the man pulled back to gaze down at her. He was smirking, as usual. And handsome, as usual. That strong arm slithered about her petite form, effortlessly pulling her into his stout body. Instinctively, her palms pressed against his chest. She breathed out when gloved fingers once again traced along her mouth ...
"Before this night of ours is over, Anna ... these lips of yours will scream my name."
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There was a fancy hotel room with gorgeous furnishings and an enormous bed.
There was expensive wine. Noah told Anna to relax as he offered her a glass of it.
He distracted her with questions. Questions on a variety of subjects: boyfriends, her limited sexual experience, her childhood, her living situation ...
Anna, sitting on the bed, was finishing her third glass of wine when she realized Reed had never poured a drink for himself.
"Why am I drinking?" She asked timidly. What the concerned female really meant was, 'why aren't you drinking?' ... but her thoughts weren't translating into spoken words properly.
Noah smiled, plucked the glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand.
"Lie back," he instructed.
She hesitantly obeyed, clutching the sheets with her hands. Again, she felt her heart quicken.
Noah knelt upon the bed, above her body. She tried not to squirm as leather gloves reached beneath her worn, faded dress and peeled off her stockings. A gasp escaped her when a single finger traced along her womanly entrance.
"A sweet little maiden such as yourself is a rare delight for a man like me," Noah admitted as he gripped her hips and effortlessly lifted her.
"Mr. Reed ... " She called out as they repositioned. Soon Noah was seated on the edge of the bed with his gorgeous prize straddling his lap, facing away from his body.
Anna breathed deeply as she watched those hands roll up the fabric of her dress until her pussy was fully exposed. The touch of leather slid slowly across each one of her pale thighs. She squirmed, instinctively pressing back into his taut chest, as he rubbed his gloved palms into her legs.
"Have any decadent fantasies you'd care to share with me, sweet Anna?" he murmured in her ear as he squeezed and pinched her thighs, "I could tie you up ... perform a role for you ... perhaps invite a third participant. Would you enjoy bucking beneath two men? Or would you prefer the comfort of a second female ... - "
" - I ... - "
" - some women desire subjugation ... they want to be controlled, embarrassed, used ... " he chuckled softly, nuzzling into her cheek, "I enjoy such women."
This is when those gloved fingers moved to her cunt. Again, she squirmed, as he traced circles on her sensitive flesh. The touch of leather provided a unique experience compared to the touch of skin ... and she sighed as a delicious warmth began to develop within her body.
"Mr. Reed, I ... I just want to pleasure you and-"
"-A few women," as one of his hands ventured upward ... sliding from her thigh to travel up to her neck and gripped it lightly, "have even asked me to squeeze their neck."
She wanted to huff out an anxious protest but instead breathed out a sigh as a gloved finger started to gently rub against her clit. That hand on her neck turned her head to the side than upward ... forcing her to look at the handsome collector.
"Holding one's neck ... what a request to make of a man like me," he murmured, before leaning down to claim those sensuous lips. Two large fingers sliding inside her dripping pussy forced her to moan into the man's mouth ... which provided him the opportunity deepen their kiss.
It was a sensual trap ... a delicious web. Those fingers wiggling within her hole, that hand lightly fastened about her neck, his mouth upon hers, her back pressing into his muscular chest. She's beginning to think he wants to claim her entire body, and she's beginning to think she'd very much enjoy that.
Anna surprised even herself when she found her tongue playing against his, but then the touch inside her pussy distracted her. Reed was pumping those fingers into her body now ... and she marveled at how sticky she was becoming by his touch.
Noah pulled back from the kiss to look at her before asking once more: "what's your fantasy, sweet Anna?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out were soft breaths.
"Tell me," he urged huskily as a third finger began to slip within her pulsing twat. The increased pressure within her body made her gasp.
"I ... I don't ... "
"Uncertain?" Noah asked as his grip on her neck eased, allowing lustful blues to look away from him.
She still couldn't form words. Anna's eyes shifted toward her own pussy ... entranced by the sight of those gloved fingers shoving into her. Her body was beginning to feel ... warm.
"Well, we've all night to experiment on you," as Noah pressed his cheek into her temple and stroked her neck, "don't we?"
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The truth was she had only had three sexual experiences before this night. All three were with the same young man - and he was also inexperienced. She knew that pleasure was supposed to peak in an explosive manner ... but she had yet to achieve such a height.
Anna's legs were on the handsome man's shoulders. She couldn't keep her thighs from squeezing together whenever his tongue pressed into her clit, as though her body wanted to trap the collector's head before her pussy.
The sweet maiden's inexperience showed. It was easy to illicit the sexiest reactions from her body: blushes, squirms, moans. She couldn't even remember the exact moment Noah's fingers were exchanged with his tongue ... but that warm, wet appendage was a stark contrast to the firm, gloved fingers that had been jabbing inside her.
He paused to breathe a sigh upon her moistened flesh ... it produced a tingling sensation in her clit that made her quiver.
"Uh, oh!" she moaned out as that tongue slipped into her entrance. Anna blushed furiously, thinking the act was dirty but incredibly, incredibly pleasurable. That tongue alternated between multiple sensual tasks; it pumped her cuntlips open repeatedly, it wiggled inside her, it occasionally returned to her clit for licks and kisses.
And, in those moments of building pleasure, she forgot. She forgot he was a dangerous man, she forgot that this was being done over money, and she forgot many, though not all, of her anxieties.
Her body felt warm, so warm. And his touch was forcing a delicious pulse within her pussy.
"I'm, I'm going to," Anna murmured as the muscles of her thigh tensed.
Reed removed his mouth from her slickened cunt. She verbalized a loud protest, which caused the man to chuckle before he again slid three sizable fingers into her pussy. He moved on the bed, fingering her as he aligned their torsos together.
If she wasn't so close to orgasming, the act may have resurrected her shyness. The man was still dressed and wore a look that simultaneously managed to be both smug and lusty. In contrast, she was entirely bare and incredibly needy.
"Anna ... I must share this taste of yours, " Reed decided before snatching her chin with his freehand and pressing that juice-coated tongue into her mouth. The female was too focused on the intense throbbing of her cunt to form an opinion on the act. She simply accepted him, and she did taste herself ... a touch of sweetness, a pinch of salt ... a surprisingly inoffensive flavor.
She groaned into his mouth. Her back arched as her cunny twitched - those three fingers spreading her as much as a decent-sized cock would have.
Noah pulled back to observe her with a soft smirk. He thought her gorgeous when he first laid eyes on her, but this heated, heavy-eyed expression on her pretty face was simply divine.
Anna cried out, grabbing at the man's arms as though she feared she was about to float away. Those fingers were pumping her when she finally peaked ... a delicious burst of pleasure that created a sharp, tingling warmth in her pussy, in the tips of her breasts.
Reed sighed. What an intoxicating sight: that lovely body trembling with pleasure.
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Anna was in his lap, again. She sat sideways this time.
Reed had one hand cupping the curve of her rump, the other was squeezing one of her breasts.
She looped an arm around his neck and shoulder, sighing softly.
Though slightly tipsy, Anna's brain was still functional. And she realized that even though this was an evening where she was supposed to be servicing him ... he hadn't even taken off his clothes yet, much less used her body for his own pleasure.
"Don't you ... want me?" She asked shyly, pressing her face into his chest so she wouldn't have to look at him.
Reed chuckled, using his hold on her to reposition that lovely little body so that her rump pressed against the ample erection restrained within his pants. Again, she blushed.
"Miss DeWitt, don't mistake patience for disinterest," he admonished, fondling her with that leather touch. Truth be told, he wasn't going to rush sex with such a small, inexperienced female ... He needed that gorgeous little body pliant, wet and aroused, otherwise he wasn't going to be able to fit inside that undoubtedly tight hole without hurting her. Hence the lengthy sexual preparation ...
And the alcohol.
Anna pulled back from his chest so she could look up at the tall man.
"You're ... really large, aren't you?" she asked anxiously as the truth of the situation dawned upon her.
"I'm proportional," Reed responded with a wink, "let's see how your fare, my dear." He then lifted her body and twisted so he could lay her beautiful body down upon the bed.
Anna's heart quickened as she was eased onto her back. As he hovered above her body, she glanced at his neck and collarbone, and the sight reminded her that the handsome man should be naked.
"I want ... to see you ... " Anna murmured, fingers moving toward his dress-shirt. The aroused female fumbled with those buttons and only managed to undo two of them as Noah's hands eased her legs as far apart as possible.
"Stay like this," he instructed, patting her thighs.
Then his mouth was upon hers again - a surprisingly sensual kiss. Anna hooked her arms about his neck, sighing against his lips.
It was a distraction, of course. She didn't hear the unzipping of his pants, had nearly forgotten about the impending penetration as that bulging pricktip touched the wet entrance of her pussy.
She felt the pressure of his heated flesh against her, but her snug hole resisted the intrusion. Anna bit her lip when she felt two gloved fingertips, perhaps his thumbs, help spread her cunt.
Reed's second attempt to ease his cock into her wet warmth was successful.
"Oh!" she cried out. That swollen dick split her open and it was a struggle to keep herself from instinctively closing her legs. The intense stretching burned, and her once eager pussy now throbbed in protest of the fleshy invasion.
The distressed girl whimpered, eyes snapping shut. Irrational fears began to plague her ... that massive body was going to break her, that cock was going to tear her open, her pussy would be ruined.
Noah paused to observe her. His own thickness was bothersome at these times; the petite female only had about three inches of him lodged within her ... and she had squirmed and whimpered like further penetration would be agony.
"Calm yourself," he insisted, "the discomfort will pass."
Then the criminal eased his prick out an inch before slowly pushing deeper inside her. It took remarkable self-control not to slam himself inside her ... she was such a snug fit for his dick.
"It's ... so thick ... " Anna breathed, attempting to keep her legs spread as widely as possible.
Reed continued his pattern of small retractions followed by slightly deeper plunges - it led to a slow, sensual climb within her body. When about six inches of his engorged cock speared her tight little snatch, he ceased the progression and gently began sliding in and out of her.
Gentle. Quite gentle. Anna didn't think such a brawny man was capable of being gentle.
She'd later decide this gentleness was a deception. But, at the moment, she was enured by it. He held her shoulders, whispered a few compliments and, yes, the discomfort was passing. She was loosening for him ... becoming incredibly wet. Her whimpers had shifted into repeated moans.
Noah pulled upward and away from her body, adopting a kneeling position. Those hands gripped her hips to pull her entire body along the length of his hefty prick. Anna's back arched as the internal walls of her cunt contorted around him. It felt like he was pressing into her stomach.
"Not ... not all the way," but as she spoke, she felt his balls bump against her flesh. Anna groaned, closed her eyes, shifted as much as the man's hands and that oversized cock would allow.
The man then chuckled. It was soft and short, but felt out-of-place to Anna's ears. Still straining around the length of his dick, blue eyes revealed themselves and glanced at the odd man.
"Anna, my dear Anna," Reed called out, watching her with a smirk, "how does a demure lass such as yourself accommodate a man my size so effortlessly? Are you truly as inexperienced as you claimed?"
Her lips parted but no response was given. This change in the collector's personality disturbed her ... especially since it correlated with complete impalement on the man's prick.
"You've the demeanor of a maiden but the body of a harlot," Noah laughed as he pulled himself from her pussy, and the removal brought both a protest and a cheer from her twitching cunt.
"I require a second demonstration," he announced mirthfully.
"Mr. Reed ... !" she called out anxiously as her body was lifted. There was the sound of his laughter once again. He laughed as he carried her to the hotel room's large vanity. She squirmed as he bent her over the dresser, again lifting her hips.
The image she spied in the dresser's mirror embarrassed her. Her image: a petite, naked, wide-eyed female, pert breasts pressing into the dresser's surface as she squirmed. Then there was the Negotiator standing behind her ... a demon-sized man, still dressed, moving with seductive confidence. Her beautiful blue eyes snapped shut when she felt his cockhead touch her flesh.
"Oh, Ah!" she cried out as he jammed into her pulsing cunny. It took Reed two thrusts to bury himself fully within her body.
"This body ... are you some sort of budding trollop, Anna?" Noah breathed lustfully, easing back slightly so he could see the union of their genitals. It may be his favorite view in the world: his thick prick forcing apart swollen, pinkened pussylips. Stretched and stuffed ... her father would be so proud.
"I must share this image," Reed decided suddenly when he noticed her closed eyes in the mirror.
Again he lifted her, so very very effortlessly, until her back pressed into his chest. A hand slithered to hold one of her legs upward before he whispered in her ear: "Look, Anna."
She did. It was the first time she had seen his cock. Obscenely large, slickened with her juices ... disappearing between her thighs. How the hell did he manage to force it inside her?
"Oh, it's too big," Anna squealed and wiggled, thinking this intrusion must have permanently loosened her body.
"Ludicrous claim; it fits perfectly," Noah corrected with a playful smirk, easing her back upon the dresser, holding her ass upward, "perhaps it's my turn to demonstrate."
So thrilled he was that he could implant himself fully within her petite body, Noah fucked her deeply. It was a measured pace: he'd slowly pull a few inches from her sloppy cunny before stabbing vigorously back within her.
The sounds of Anna's gasps and groans filled the man's ears. Her slick hole squeezed him so thoroughly, twitched around his heavy prick.
Noah, again, spied in the mirror that her eyes were closed as she endured his deep thrusting. He lodged fully within her cunt before leaning downward to whisper in her ear: "We're an attractive pair. You must look."
She opened her eyes and, via the mirror, looked into his, breathing softly. He looked so very smug and handsome. And the truth was she wasn't immune to this carnal union. Her pussy was once again embracing that delicious throb.
"Look at yourself: so truly beautiful," Reed complimented as he watched her eyes, reaching about to grab at one of her breasts.
Her gaze moved from him to herself ... was it vanity that led her to silently agree with his words? Her own heated, strained look, the way her chest heaved with her sharp breaths, the sight of his fingers tugging at her nipple, the careless way her hair fell upon her shoulders. Suddenly she was entranced by the image of their coupling, it nearly pulled her attention entirely away from the grotesque but pleasurable internal stretching she was experiencing.
"I'm a fortunate man to have discovered this receptive body of yours," Noah remarked, once again thrusting into her tight warmth, "you've become so wet for me, sweet Anna."
They continued. Anna felt her pleasure expand and envelope her. She watched her one breast sway in their mirrored image, saw the other get fondled by a gloved hand, felt that prick plunge into her depths again and again. She felt so full. So completely, absolutely, unapologetically stuffed by his cock. And her body seemed to start begging for it ... coating him with her fluids, massaging his entire length. She saw stars each time he slapped into her pelvis, a burst of air-sapping pleasure.
"Mr ... Reed!" Anna called out as that delicious tremor once again claimed her hot body.
"What if this single night doesn't satiate me, Anna?" Noah asked huskily, still pumping , "what if I decide I want this body sprawled within my sheets each night?
The words summoned her anxieties once more as she twitched and trembled beneath him.
"How do I claim you, Anna?" he continued, motions becoming more erratic, "how do I ensure I have access to this body whenever I crave it?"
"Mr. Reed ... " she huffed out as an intoxicating soreness developed within her exhausted pussy.
Now Noah's audible breaths joined the sounds of her gasps and moans. He continued spearing her deeply, focusing on his own pleasure. That grip on Anna's breast and hip squeezed fiercely ... and within a few minutes he pulled his juice-slickened shaft from her incredible body and multiple ropes of cum burst upon her milk-white thighs.
After the physical thrill of his orgasm passed, Noah sighed deeply, patting her back with a smile. He released his hold of her body and straightened his posture, watching the pale female slide limply upon the dresser's surface. Such a wonderful body she possessed. Who'd have known he could condition her to accept his size so easily?
"Such an impressive performance ... " he commented as he lifted two fingers and pressed them into her pristine backhole, "it leaves me truly optimistic over the remainder of this evening ... "
Anna tensed at the words and this unexpected intrusion inside her rear. Once more their eyes connected in the mirror. Anxiety met amusement.
"I'm going to tie you up, Anna. You'll enjoy it; I promise," Noah vowed, gently easing his fingers deeper inside her.
"Mr. Reed," Anna breathed as her back entrance formed an intense grip on those intruding fingers, "I haven't -"
" - now, now, Miss DeWitt," he scolded, again patting her back, "open up."
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Author's Note: Potential to make a chapter 2 if people are interested! As always, I love/cherish reviews. One more review would make me truly happy! Hope you guys enjoyed this. *crosses fingers* Not many people seem to like my sex scenes lol.
Adultfanfic people! I love votes. Truly, I do!
It was kind of cool to write Noah with a more submissive female ... cause if I ever end up writing a sex scene with him and Elizabeth, it's gonna be an explosive/fiery power-struggle(which Noah would probably lose).
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The Collector's Whore