Raven's Seduction (The Pleasure Pros #1) (13 page)

“A what?” she asked in her truly innocent
style.

“Perfect.
 
I’ll show you when we get there.”

It’s going to be a blast taking her through the next eight
levels.
 
I was completely naïve when
I started as well, so Sapphire had me on the ropes nearly every session.
 
This is going to be such a rush for
her.
 
God I love this shit!

Raven

Toby was off for the day, so I got to ride in
Gunner’s Ferrari instead.
 
He looks
incredible behind the wheel of it.
 
During the ride, he explained that most models were paid a flat
thousand-dollar fee per shoot. “They get paid a little more if it involves
multiple partners or anal,” he added.
 
I can’t imagine doing either of
those.

He had asked Carter to offer me a royalty
contract and apparently, he had agreed.
 
That meant that I would be paid half as much up front, but I would share
in the royalties generated from the membership base.
 
Once I completed all ten levels, he
explained, I would be offered an enhanced royalty contract if I decided to stay
on.

“You will be raking it in at that point,” he
told me confidently.

“That would be great.
 
I’m tired of worrying about money.”
 
I thought about how I would tell Perry
to go fuck himself and be done with him.
 
He wanted nothing to do with raising Hannah anyway.
 
The only reason he took her twice a
month was because his mother insisted upon it, as long as he was paying child
support.
 
Life would be much less turbulent without them.
 

“Are you okay?” Gunner asked, placing his
hand on my thigh.

“It’s nothing, I was just thinking about what
I would do if I had more than enough money in my life.
 
Things would definitely change for the
better.”

“Let’s go make it happen.” He smiled as we
pulled up to the entrance of the dungeon.

Here goes nothing…

Gunner

It was fun to watch Raven as she checked
herself out in the mirror several times.
 
It’s really strange to look in the
mirror and see a totally different reflection
.
  
She also seemed to be growing much
more comfortable with everything.
 
She was much more relaxed and playful than she had been the previous
night.
 
It made me feel the same
way.
 
Even though we hardly knew one
another, we had bonded quickly, and it was time to push her to new limits.

“Now things get real,” I told her as we entered
the corridor leading to the room that we would be using for the afternoon.

“Bring it on,” she taunted.
 
“Just make sure I’m on my way home by
six.”

“Oh, believe me.
 
You’ll be ready to go home long before
then.
 
There will be plenty of time
before the mother-in-law shows up.”

“Ex-Mother-In-Law,” she clarified.

“Got it.
 
Now get rid of those clothes.”
 
I stood there staring at her while she slowly began to disrobe.
 

“You always get so serious when it’s time to
take my clothes off,” she joked.
 
The
fact that I didn’t say a word seemed to un-nerve her.

“What are we doing today?” she asked after
finishing her uncomfortably silent striptease act.

“You are about to find out,” I replied,
grabbing her by the back of the neck and leading her into the pipe room.

Raven

I never really understood why, but I always
became instantly wet when Gunner turned dark and demanding.
 
I guess it made me hot to have someone
else in complete control of me.
 
He
led me into a dimly lit, creepy room where there were several structures made
out of old plumbing pipes.
 
I
immediately spotted what I thought must have been the ultimate vibrator that he
had told me about.
 
It looked like a
saddle with a dildo strapped to the top of it.

“Is that it?”

“That’s
Sybian
.”

“That’s kind of a strange looking dildo on
top of it.”

“You’ll see the beauty of it in a few
minutes.
 
After seeing how much you
love G-spot stimulation, I knew it would be perfect for you.” He smirked while
moving me into position.
 
“Use
plenty of this,” he instructed as he handed me a bottle of lubricant.

I poured some into my hand and began rubbing
it onto my tender bottom.
 
“I’m
still sore from the last two nights,” I told him, hoping he would take that
into consideration.

“You’ll have all week to recover,” he
replied, lowering me onto the contraption.
 
I had a hard time taking it in, so he drizzled more lube over the top of
it.
 
That’s better.

He reached down for a strap and slipped it
around my left ankle, before doing the same to the right.
 
With both feet securely bound, he used a
similar strap around my knees.
 
The
combination of the two made it impossible for me to escape the grip of the
Sybian
.
 
Oh fuck, this could get ugly fast.
 
The thought of not being able to escape
instantly sent my heart rate climbing.

“Just relax,” he said, sensing my
discomfort.
 
“You’ll do just
fine.
 
Remember, all you have to do
is use one of the safe words if you can’t handle it.”

“I remember,” I acknowledged as he put a
spiked collar around my neck and strapped it to another pipe that ran right
behind my head.

“Now, we just have to secure your arms.”
 
He used two more straps around my wrists
to fasten them to the pipes that ran on either side of me.
 
“Can you still move anything?”

“No, sir,” I whimpered, my fears suddenly
coming back with a vengeance.

“What are you afraid of, Raven?” he asked
with a puzzled look on his face.

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Is it because you are completely
restrained?
 
Because that’s no
different than the last two nights.”

“I know, sir.”

“Is it because you know level three will
include more pain?”

“I think so, sir,” I replied, not really
knowing the real cause.

“Are you more afraid of getting smacked with
a cane or getting your nipples pinched?” he asked, running his hand along my
breasts.

“Getting my nipples pinched, sir.”

“Are they sore from last night?” he asked,
rolling them between his fingers.

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me, Raven.
 
Are you more afraid of water or electricity?”

“I don’t get what you mean, sir,” I replied,
not knowing what he was getting at.

“Are you more afraid of drowning or being
electrocuted?” he asked as he held some sort of zapper up to my left nipple.

“Electricity, sir. I’m much more afraid of
electricity,” I pleaded, not wanting him to shock me.

“That’s good to know,” he replied with a
satisfied look on his face.
 
“I’ll
be back.”

I really hate it when he walks away like this.
 
My
movements were limited to wiggling my fingers and toes, blinking my eyes, and
moving my lips and tongue.
 
The
scariest part was being at the mercy of the huge machine that sat precariously
between my fully bound legs.

“Oh shit.” I flinched as the machine began to
thump slowly at first.

Gunner was still out of sight, but he
obviously had a remote control for it.
 
The machine then began to vibrate, which caused me to release an instant
squeal.
 
It was so intense on both
my clit and G-spot that it startled me.
 
I tried to tilt my hips back just a little bit to reduce the intensity
on my clit, but then he turned it up even more.

“Holy shit!” I screamed at the top of my
lungs, not only overwhelmed by the incredible sensations, but also by the idea
of being strapped in place.

“How do you like it?” Gunner whispered in my
ear after the machine came to a stop.

“It’s so fucking intense,” I replied, already
feeling a little light-headed.

“I told you it was the ultimate ride,” he
said, walking in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of thong underwear.

This is the third time that he’s seen me in all of my glory.
 
Finally, I get to see some of him.
 
He
stopped directly in front of me, leaving me staring directly at his bulge.
 
God,
he smells so good again.
 
He
loosened the strap that was attached to my neck, allowing me to move my head a
few inches back and forth.
 
Having
just a bit of freedom instantly made me feel more comfortable.

“Would you like to see my cock?” he asked,
already knowing what my answer would be.

“Yes, sir.”

“What else do you say?”

“Please, sir.”

“You are getting so good at this,” he smiled
as he began to move the thong down his hips.
 
“Are you sure you are ready for this?”
he asked after pausing half way down.

“Yes.
 
Please, sir, I really want to see it.”
 
You
have no idea how badly I want to see it!

He reached down and turned a dial on the
remote once again sending instant shockwaves through my body.

“Alright, here it comes.”
 
He pulled down the thong and his big,
meaty cock sprung from its pouch.
 

“It’s fucking beautiful, sir,” I said,
expressing the exact thought that immediately popped into my mind.
 
I had never seen a more incredible dick
in my entire life.

“Would you like to suck on it?” he asked, as
if he was reading my mind once again.

“Yes, sir.
 
I would love to suck your cock.”

He stepped up to the pipe that ran across in
front of me.
 
He couldn’t come any
closer, so he just stood there smiling down at me.
 
Then he turned the dial up another notch,
which immediately tore my focus from him and back to my own sex.

“Oh fuck, sir. That is so damn intense,” I
pleaded, hoping that he would turn it down just a bit.

“Lean forward and suck my dick,” he commanded
as he turned it up a bit more instead.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,
ohhhh
fuuuuuckkk
…
”
 
The intensity was off the charts as
I leaned forward on the thing.
 
“I
can’t, sir.
 
It’s too intense.”

“You don’t want to suck my dick do you?” He
bent down and snarled in my ear.

“Yes, sir. I really do, sir.”

“Well then get up here and suck it, bitch!”
He demanded while turning the fucking machine up yet another notch.

“
Aahhhh
! Fuck!
 
Son of a…
Fuuuuccck
!”
A steady stream of obscenities flowed from my mouth as I fought in vain to move
close enough to him.
 
The goddamn strap is too tight!

Sensing my dilemma, he turned down the
Sybian
and leaned forward to loosen the strap behind my
head.
 
I felt the release of tension
the second it occurred and used his proximity to my full advantage.
 
I lunged my head forward,
instantaneously taking two or three inches of him into my mouth.