(A/N-Special thanks to Bekki boo for beta reading this. And to those who read, review, follow, fav this story.)
At five o'clock Robin stood outside of David's building waiting for Regina. He watched several women already leave. One had approached him to see if he was lost. The interest in her eyes didn't bother him. His dick only got hard for one woman. Spending most of the day eating cake had left a bad taste in his mouth. Waiting for Regina gave him something to look forward to.
He'd already booked all of his week's appointments with his employees. Some of the women who liked him had been disappointed, but he'd informed them he couldn't keep their appointment. He had already sent them back payment.
Regina walked out of the building, and his heart pounded inside his chest. She looked a little lost as she stood outside of the building. Her hands were locked together in front of her.
She looked at the parked cars, and she looked at him before moving past him. Removing his sunglasses, he waited for her to spot him. Seconds passed, and he walked toward her. Regina stared right back at him, biting her lip. She looked adorable.
"I'm waiting for you."
"I don't think I should go with you. This is a mistake," Regina said.
Taking hold of her arm, he led her away for the building. "You could be pregnant with my kid. Come on, I want to talk to you." She'd tensed up underneath his touch. He cursed his mouth for not being nicer about it. Helping her into his car, he rounded the vehicle until he got behind the wheel.
"Do you want my address?"
"No. I'm taking you back to my place." He had a feeling she'd try to get him away from him. They had a connection, and yet she was doing everything to deny it.
"What? I don't want to go with you. I want to go home," she said. He locked the doors, pulling away from the curb. "Hey, you did that on purpose."
"We need to talk, Regina. My place is the best place to talk."
"Why?"
"It's private." He pulled into traffic, and she tapped her fingers on the door. Robin had already put the child lock on the door so she couldn't leave without him opening the door.
"I've never done something like this," she said.
"Like what."
"Date."
"You told me that. I should have asked you more about your situation before I took it further. It was my mistake."
"I don't regret what we did, Robin."
"Good. Neither do I." He was breaking every single rule he'd put in place. What he was doing was entirely unprofessional and wrong. "I want you to know that I've never done this with another woman."
"Done what?"
He glanced over at her. Her dark hair was tied to her neck. Marks from his kisses dotted her pale flesh. "I've never followed a woman up like this. I've never texted the morning after, nor have I not used a condom."
"Why have you done all of those things with me?"
"You were different."
"No, I wasn't."
He took hold of her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Yes, you were."
She didn't argue with him nor did she talk on the ride to his apartment. He didn't mind. The silence helped him to collect his thoughts. While eating cake he'd been thinking long and hard about Regina. What she was giving him with her presence was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before in his life. He wanted her, badly.
Parking the car, he watched her try the door.
"Very mature," she said, staring at him. He walked around the car toward her side. Robin opened the door and smiled at her. "You could have left the lock off."
"I didn't know if you'd try to run from me."
"I'm not stupid. I wouldn't leave a moving vehicle," she said.
Chuckling, he took her hand as she left the car. "I was being cautious."
She didn't pull away from him as he led her toward the stairs. The elevator was a dangerous place for him when it came to her. He didn't want the chance of being alone with her where there was a risk of them being filmed.
Walking up the stairs, he kept hold of her hand going toward his floor. He didn't rush even though he wanted to. She followed him up without complaint. Pulling out his key, he entered his apartment and closed the door behind them.
"This is my place. I never bring anyone here," he said.
"Not even your girlfriends?"
"I don't have girlfriends." He flicked the light on. "Come on, make yourself at home." Robin walked toward his whiskey decanter. "Can I interest you in a drink?"
"I don't drink alcohol. I don't like it."
"So, how about a glass of wine instead?" Robin asked. Regina nodded and watched as he went and took out a bottle of wine and poured them both a glass. He walked back to her and handed her one.
"So, how did you become an escort?" she asked, opening her can and taking a seat on his sofa.
"I spent my inheritance. I was broke, homeless, and I didn't have a cent to my name. I became an escort for an agency, and after a few years I branched out on my own."
"Do you like it?" Regina asked.
"I've made a lot of money from doing what I do." Robin answered honestly.
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I like aspects of it. Sometimes I hate it, and other times," he turned to look at her, "no, not other times. You're the first person I've met who makes me wish for something else." He admitted.
He saw her swallow.
"I don't know what to say to you or what to even think," she said.
"I'm going to lay my cards on the table for you," he said, turning toward her so all he saw was her. "I want you, Regina. I don't want us to stop. I'll use a condom or you can get on the pill. I want to know if you're pregnant." He put his drink down. This wasn't going how he wanted to.
"I can't afford to pay—"
"This isn't about the money, baby. I'm not asking for you to pay for my services. I'm asking for the chance to give you everything you've missed out."
"What do you mean?"
"Friday night, you were a virgin. I'm asking you for the chance to give you everything. Every new experience, pleasure, desire, I want to be the one to give it to you." He didn't want to go back to fucking other women.
"Robin?"
"No, hear me out. You go up in flames in my arms. I'm not going to stand around a coffee pot betting on how I can get into your pants. I'm in your pants, Regina. Everything you've ever dreamed can be yours. I offer you nothing but pleasure and to show you everything you've missed out on. I'll take you on a sexual journey you'll never forget."
"What do you want from me?" Regina asked.
"Your complete and total surrender to me. Put yourself in my hands and I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of."
There was so much he wanted to show her. So much he wanted to experience with her, share with her. This tiny woman had come into his life and completely turned his mentality upset down.
"I'm scared." Regina admitted.
"You don't need to be scared, Regina. It's me. There's no fear here. I'm with you every step of the way. I promise you." He twirled a strand of her escaping dark hair around his finger. "You've got underneath my skin. In my veins."
"Your job?"
"I'm a whore, Regina. I give sex for money. I'm every woman's desire, but I own Pure Smut. There won't be another woman in my life while you're mine."
She licked her lips, and all he wanted to do was claim them. This woman set his blood aflame from the smallest of actions.
"There are no other men in my life, nor do I want to be with other men. If I agree to this, it's between you and me. I don't want David Nolan finding out about us. I don't want to be the laughingstock at work."
"I won't do that. My career is private. No one knows me."
"My family comes from money. I've been cast out. I want to lay that down for you."
He frowned.
"My family—the Mills Foundation? They're wealthy, but I've been cast out. I refused to marry a man that they chose for me. My grandfather gave me my inheritance for me to live off. I'm wealthy, but I'm not mega rich or anything. I'm rambling on again, making no sense whatsoever."
"You came from money?" Robin asked.
"Yes. I'm not part of their world anymore." Regina admitted.
"Regina, I'm not making this about you or where you come from. This isn't about the money. This is about you and me." He'd gladly pay her back the money she'd paid on Friday. What was going on between them went far deeper than any money ever before.
"All I've got to do is give myself to you." Regina offered.
"Yes, trust me."
"I don't want to sleep with any other men."
"I'm not going to be offering you to any other men. I'll be with you every step of the way."
"Yes." Regina whispered.
"You'll be mine?" Robin asked. He held his breath making as he asked again.
"Yes."
"Do everything I say?"
"Yes."
"Good, we start now. Take your clothes off." Robin said.
"Now? You want me to take my clothes off." Regina asked. They were moving fast and yet not fast enough.
"Yes. You're dressed for business, Regina. No woman of mine stays dressed for business very long. I want you naked." He got to his feet, moving the coffee table out of the way. "Strip for me, beautiful."
Standing up, she stared back at him. He'd seen her naked. There was no laughter in his eyes. Starting at the top button, she worked her way down. She kept her gaze locked on his, not daring to look elsewhere.
"That's right, keep those pretty eyes on me. I don't want you to look anywhere else but at me."
She dropped her shirt to the floor.
"Take your bra off next."
Reaching behind her, she wriggled the bra down her arms, waiting for it to fall down on the floor.
"Fuck, baby. You've got the nicest tits I've ever seen."
"Is this what you do for all of your clients?" she asked, needing to bring some focus to what was happening.
"I'm not acting a part with you. This is who I am. You're getting the real me. The man I hide from everyone else."
"You've never had a girlfriend?" Regina asked.
"I've never needed a girlfriend." Robin said.
She shoved her skirt down, stepping out of the modest heels.
"Take your hair down."
Removing her hair from the bun, she shook her hair out until the whole length was cascading around her. She didn't like to cut her hair. It was long, and it took her ages to get right.
"Turn around."
Regina turned around. Her core spilled her cream, soaking the tops of her thighs. He stood up abruptly, and she paused in turning around.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked.
"No."
"You drive me crazy with wanting you." He pushed some of the hair off her shoulder. "My cock is so fucking hard. I want inside your tight little cunt." He ran his hand down the front of her body to cup her vagina. "You're so fucking wet for me. Do you like me talking dirty to you?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to awaken your world, Regina. I'm going to show you things you've never even dreamed about." He took her hand.
She watched him lick the fingers that had been inside her. He led the way, moving toward a room.
"This room, I use for training," he said.
Frowning, she watched as he flicked the light, and she saw everything. The room had a single bed inside and was covered in mirrors.
"How do you use this for training?" she asked.
"This is where I look from every angle. I see what I need to see." He pulled her in front of him. "I like to watch everything, Regina. I like to see everything. You will too."
She stared at all the mirrors. She stood naked while he remained fully clothed. Robin was the master while she merely his student.
"Sit on the bed," he said.
Walking into the room she imagined was like walking straight into the devil's lair. Sitting on the bed, she gasped at the chill of the silk blankets.
"Spread your thighs wide." Robin said.
Opening her legs, she stared at him, refusing to look in the mirrors.
"Look at yourself, Regina. See that pretty, slicked cunt that I want to savor," he said.
"I can't." She bit the words out through clenched teeth.
"Yes, you can. I say you're beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Look at how amazing I find you. Stare at your slit, see how pretty you are. Every woman should see themselves."
She couldn't stop herself and started to look at her reflection.
Regina stared at herself with her legs splayed. The light showed how wet she was.
"Now, put your ass to the edge of the bed and open your legs wider." Robin didn't move from his spot beside the door.
Doing as he asked, she moved to the edge of the bed, using her legs to keep herself balanced. She opened up her body, showing off her glistening folds.
"Touch yourself, Regina."
Watching herself, she touched her slick cunt, groaning at the instant shot of pleasure working its way throughout her body.
"Pinch your clit." Robin ordered.
She cried out from the shock of pain.
"Show me how wet you are."
Lifting her fingers up, she stared at him.
He stepped closer, moving toward her. She watched him advance, getting hotter than ever before. Robin took hold of her hand and sucked on her digits.
"You taste amazing. Give me more." Robin said.
She pressed her fingers inside her, and he continued to lick her cream from her fingers.
"Kneel on the bed." Robin said.
Regina knelt on the bed and watched in the mirror beside her as he moved behind her. Robin didn't take any clothes off. He unzipped his pants, easing out the length of his cock.
"You need to use a condom." Regina said.
She watched as he left the room returning minutes later covered in a latex condom. He stood behind her, and she was shocked by the view she got in the mirrors.
"I'm going to fuck you and you're going to watch."
Unable to look away, she watched him work the tip of his cock inside her. Before she got used to the tip of his cock, he thrust every inch inside her so that he hit the top of her womb. Crying out, she closed her eyes trying to absorb every new sensation he was creating within.
When her hair started to be pulled, she opened her eyes and saw him wrapping the length around his fist.
"Keep those eyes open and watch us." Robin said.
Nodding her head, Regina screamed as he used her hair for leverage to fuck inside her harder than ever before. She couldn't look away even if she wanted to. The thick length of his cock appeared in the mirror and disappeared with each of his slams inside. The only sound to be heard was that of their bodies slapping together.
"If I didn't have the condom on, I'd fill your tight cunt, Regina. I'd watch my cum leave your folds. I watched my cum spill from your lips on Friday. I pushed it back inside. I wanted you to be filled with my cum. I'll load you up every chance I get." Robin admitted. Fuck, he had never wanted to cum inside someone so much in his life.
She pressed back against him, wanting his cock, wanting his cum. He'd awakened something inside her, and now she didn't want it to stop nor did she want it to end.
"That's it, Regina fuck me back. Show me how much you love taking cock, my cock."
He no longer needed to use her hair for leverage. Regina thrust back, taking every inch of his cock and begging for more.
"I'm going to show you everything. I'll take you to the stars, Regina."
She gave herself to Robin in that moment, breaking through her fear to show him how desperately she wanted to be herself. For years she'd been hiding, too afraid to really show what she wanted. No other man had ever given her this chance.
Robin, he was offering her fantasies she'd only ever read about. In the mirror, she watched him finger her clit, bringing her to a screaming orgasm. At the same time, Robin shouted out his release. With the condom on it was different, and she missed the feel of his cum inside her.
Collapsing to the bed, Regina pressed her face against her hands. It was only Monday. She didn't know what to expect of the rest of the week.
"You're more than I ever imagined." He kissed the back of her neck. She saw the tender kiss in the mirror and closed her eyes. He was more than she had imagined as well.
This is not love. This is not love.
She said the mantra to herself, reminding her body that he was paid to make a woman feel good.
He's not making you pay right now.
Robin confused her more than any person had ever confused her. Blowing the hair out of her face, she turned to look at him.
"What's happens now?"
Robin whistled as he made his way into the private office of Pure Smut. No one knew what the business was about and they kept their offices modest. They rented the top floor in a building that housed over ten small companies. He knew he was the most profitable of those companies.
Regina had spent the night in his bed again. He liked the way she fit against him in bed. She didn't push him away, and he liked holding her as she slept. This morning, he'd been the one to wake first, preparing her coffee as he also washed her clothes for the coming work day. He liked her blushes whenever she looked at him.
Flicking his keys between his fingers, he thought about what he could do tonight for her. She was still new to sex, and he'd already fucked her in a bathroom. He wanted to explore everything, but as he was walking down the long corridor, he realized it wasn't just sex he wanted. Robin wanted her to have it all.
When he entered the office, he saw Jefferson and Tamara were waiting for him.
"What's up?" he asked, walking toward the back office where he kept a record of their finances.
"We've had six women call to complain that you're not allowing appointments. You're the most popular male, and you own the company," Jefferson said.
"I've already had to turn down ten other clients, Robin. What's going on? Do I need to start looking elsewhere for work?" Tamara asked, placing a hand on her hip.
In the last few years Tamara only took appointments with her regular clients that she trusted. Most of her time was spent in the office handling bookings and talking through new clients. She should have been the one to assign Regina, not him. He liked to keep focused on his work.
Since meeting Regina, he'd not even gone to the gym for his regular workout.
"Are we suffering?" Robin asked, looking at Tamara.
"No. The women who only wanted you promised to phone back. Others, they've booked with other men." Tamara ran her fingers through her hair. She was a beautiful woman and had brought in a fortune.
"Then we don't need to worry." Robin said.
"Yes, we do. This is a business that you started up, and we asked to be part of it with you. We deserve to know if you're going to quit on us," Jefferson said, taking a seat across the desk. Tamara leaned on the desk, looking ready to bolt.
"I'm not quitting the business. We've got seven other people working for us. Look at the files we've been sent. Employ another male and female to pick up the slack. I'm not taking on any clients for the foreseeable future." He opened the drawer and picked out the stack of files on other prospective escorts.
"Why?" Tamara asked. "What's happened?"
He thought about lying then decided against it. "I've met someone."
Silence filled the room.
"Is it that much of a shock to everyone?" Tamara asked.
"You don't meet people, Robin. You're all work. You don't give yourself time to meet someone." Jefferson laughed while Tara looked concerned.
"She's a client. She was a client." Robin said.
"What?" they both asked at the same time.
Holding his hands up, Robin looked from one to the other. "She's different."
"You've broken all of your rules for a client?" Jefferson asked.
"I didn't say I'd broken all of my rules." Robin said.
"Years ago, when we were talking about our strict rules you said the only way you'd date a client was if they got you to break all of your rules. You'd not met a woman who'd done that yet," Jefferson said, pointing a finger at him. "You met a woman to break all the rules you set yourself?"
Robin nodded. "I met the woman." It had only taken him ten years to find her. Regina, she made him feel something he'd never felt before in his life. Made him want all sort of things with her.
"Damn, she must be pretty special." Jefferson said.
The alarm on Jefferson's watch went off.
"Fuck, I've got to go. I've got a balls wax to go to. Handle this, Tamara."
Jefferson left them alone.
"Say what you've got to say," Robin said.
"I've got nothing to say to you, Robin. I hope you find a lot of happiness."
"Don't you ever wish to find that one special person?" he asked. Tamara was walking toward the door of the office. She stopped, turning around to stare at him. Her arms were folded across her chest.
"I'm never going to find that special person, and I've accepted that, Robin. I'm an escort. I sleep with men and women for money, and I've got a boy at home I need to care for. I've not got a chance of letting anyone in."
Robin frowned. "The boy, is he a client's?"
"No, he's the reason I became who I am. I've already had my true love." She left the office before he could ask anything more. Tamara had always been private. She kept her personal life and business life separate. He'd not even known about her kid.
Sitting back in his seat, Robin looked around his office. This was the life he'd built up for himself. He wasn't going to turn his back on it, but he also wasn't going to take back his promise. There wouldn't be any other woman while he was with Regina. Spinning around in his chair, he stared out of the window overlooking the city. What was she doing right now? Was she thinking about him? He'd destroyed her panties yesterday in the bathroom, and she wasn't wearing any today. His cock began to thicken at the thought of her sitting with no panties, thinking about him.
He'd promised to buy a pregnancy test kit in a couple of days to see if she was expecting. Getting to his feet, he left the office to go to the pharmacy. He wanted to be prepared for all eventualities, including pregnancy.
The very thought of Regina pregnant … Robin stopped. He expected to be scared, terrified, concerned, alarmed, everything that he should be feeling, and yet he wasn't.
Staring at the array of pregnancy tests on display, all he saw was Regina pregnant with his baby. In his mind, he saw her hair pinned back, her wearing a maternity dress while he picked out the color of the paint for the baby's room. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to get rid of the image, but the moment it was there, it refused to leave.
Walking out of the pharmacy without a test, he forced himself to think about work. He needed to get Regina out of his system and fast.
"So, are you dating now?" Ruby asked.
Sipping on her milkshake, Regina stared across the table at her friend. They were out for lunch in a burger joint where the best meal was served. "I think so. I mean, he's said he's not going to be taking on anymore clients. He doesn't want me dating anyone either." She picked her loaded cheeseburger and took a bite.
"I see you're wearing the same work clothes as yesterday."
"I told you, I spent the night with him. It's no big deal, really." She wiped the sauce from her lips before returning her gaze to Ruby.
"I'm concerned, Regina. You're not right in the head at all over this."
"Ruby, stop."
"No. You don't hire an escort and then sleep with him after you've paid him. You don't date them. It's like dating a fucking porn star for Christ's sakes."
"This was your idea." Regina reminded her.
"No, losing your v-card to an escort was my idea. Dating the escort, not my idea. I'm not taking the blame for his." Ruby stopped talking to eat a fry.
Breathing out a sigh, Regina stared at her friend. "I thought you'd be happy for me."
"Happy for you? God, Regina, do you even know how many women he's been with? How do you know this isn't an act? He's paid to be every woman's fantasy man. How the fuck can you be okay with that?"
"I told him about who I was, that I came from money."
Ruby threw her hands up in the air. "You really don't understand the meaning of the word cautious, do you? God, you're acting stupid."
"I'm not, and I'm cautious." Regina argued.
"Really?"
"I was right not to believe that guy's sudden interest in me at work."
"What?" Ruby asked.
"You know the guy at work who was being overly nice to me?"
"Yeah."
"It turns out he had a bet going on with all of his friends to see if he could get me into bed." She slapped her hand on the table. "See, cautious."
"And who told you this?" Ruby asked, raising a brow.
"Robin, but that's not the point."
"You're being unreasonable. This man uses his dick to get what he wants. He's used to women like you, and he's taking advantage. I bet he takes women's virginity as if it's his own personal hobby."
Women like me? Dropping her food back onto her tray, Regina lost her appetite. "I think I should get back to work." She picked her tray up and dumped the food into the trash.
"Fuck, Regina, don't walk away," Ruby said.
Regina kept on walking. Tears filled her eyes as all of her insecurities came rushing back.
"Stop." Ruby rushed toward her, stepping in front of her. She took Regina's hand as she said. "Shit. Look, I'm sorry."
"I'm doing something that is fun. Yeah, it's completely crazy, stupid, illogical, but I like it. I really like him, and I don't want it to end. I thought out of everyone you'd be supportive. This is the craziest thing I've ever done, and I'm sorry that you don't approve." She pulled away from Ruby's hands.
She needed space.
"Regina, I'm sorry. I'm worried about you. Something like this is not going to end the way it does in the movies."
"I don't expect it to." She shook her head, staring past Ruby's shoulder. "I just wanted your support right now. Forget it. I've got to get to work."
Turning her back on her friend she made her way back toward work. She wasn't making a mistake. No one was going to lose their heart or mind. This was completely between them. They were just two people taking the next step.
He was her teacher while she was merely his student.
Once she got back to work, Regina wasn't happy with what had gone down between her and Ruby. Out of everyone in her life, Ruby was supposed to be there for her without any arguments. She understood her concerns. Who didn't? Regina wasn't an idiot. There was no way it would last with Robin. His work needed him.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she dug in with her work. By three o'clock she was hungry and thirsty. "I'm heading to the canteen. Do you want anything?" she asked Tricia.
"No, I'm good."
Leaving her desk, she made her way toward the canteen, determined to eat something. She decided on a horrid looking sandwich and a strong black coffee. Taking a seat in the back, she pulled out her cell phone to find a text from Ruby.
Ruby: Be careful. You don't know him.
Letting out a sigh, she shook her head, placing her phone back on her desk. She refused to argue with Ruby a moment longer. Sipping at her coffee, she looked up to see one of the men from the little sex group.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked.
"Yes." She wasn't in the mood to be nice.
"No one is sitting there."
"I don't want you to sit there." She picked up her coffee and began to drink. The last person she wanted to be with was him. What was his name?
"You're not being very nice." He took a seat anyway. "The name's Keith."
"You're not even listening to me." This was the man who was like all of those other men, bragging about the women they slept with. She felt sorry for the women they slept with.
"Come on, baby. Let me take you out for dinner. I can show you a good time." Keith said.
"And you can tell all of your friends how you took me out and get money out of it?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Before she met Robin, she wouldn't have dreamed of calling him out. She'd have brushed him off, pretending it wasn't really happening.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?"
His mere presence had ruined all of her appetite once again. Grabbing her tray for the second time that day to put it into the trash, she glared at him. "I know what you're trying to do and I'm really not interested, so don't even bother trying. Use another woman to get your damn money."
She stormed away, throwing her food in the trash. This was not like her at all.
"What's the matter?" Tricia asked when she got back to her desk.
"Nothing." She didn't want to tell her anything of what was happening in her life. Her best friend thought she was making a mistake, and now a bunch of men were betting on getting her into bed. She wasn't in the mood for small talk.
By the end of the day she was so upset with everything she was tempted to call the whole thing off with Robin. It wasn't worth it, not really. It was sex. That's all it was.
Exiting the building at five she was about to call Robin to cancel but stopped in her tracks. He leaned against the side of the building looking sexy as hell.
"Hello, beautiful," he said.
Her heart sped up as she made her way toward him. He lifted his hand for her to take. "What's going on?"
"Come with me."
All thought of leaving him fled her mind as she took his hand. She didn't fight him. This was what she wanted to do. Neither of them spoke as he made his way through the center of the city. The roads were busy with a lot of traffic. She noticed he was going to a nature preserve where there was also a picnic spot and a park. The place was peaceful and tranquil. She'd visited it often with Ruby.
"I thought about you a lot today," he said.
They entered the gates, and she didn't like how happy she was with his response.
"Didn't you think of me?" Robin asked.
"I always think of you." She admitted the truth even though it scared her, and it did. They'd known each other a handful of days, been in each other's company a handful of hours, and yet, she was arguing with her friend about him. It didn't seem the least bit fair to her.
They walked along the trees that surrounded the main field of the park. Through the trees she saw several couples and families dotted around the grass, enjoying the warm sun.
All of a sudden, he stopped and pressed her up against a thick tree.
His lips were on hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gasped into his mouth as his hands were all over her. She gripped the collar of his shirt, tugging him tighter to her. He stroked over her nipples, sliding his hands down until they landed on her skirt.
"I love you in skirts. It makes it easier for me to do this." He cupped her cunt but stopped to tut. "You bad girl. Not wearing any panties."
"It's your fault." Regina said as she bit her lower lip.
She cried out as he pressed a finger through her slit, touching her clit. "Oh, baby, you're wet for me."
"Please, Robin."
"Do you need to come?" Robin asked.
"Yes." She bit onto her lip as he plunged two fingers inside her and caressed over her clit with his other.
In the distance, she heard men and women yelling at each other. Instead of frightening her, it only turned her on more. They could be caught at a moment's notice.
"It turns you on, doesn't it, baby? Someone could come and watch us. Someone could see how slick you are, waiting for my cock." He worked a third finger inside her.
"Yes. Please, Robin. I need you."
Two weeks ago, she wouldn't have dreamed of having sex against a tree. This was insane, but she couldn't let him stop. Her day had been awful, and the only way to pick it up was with Robin.
He released her vagina and reached into his back pocket. Whimpering, she missed his touch.
Glancing down, she saw him working his zipper down. His cock sprang free, and in quick movements he had the latex over his cock.
Robin surprised her by lifting her off her feet, and telling her to wrap her legs around his waist.
"I'm too heavy." She stopped complaining on a groan as his cock filled her up.
"What were you saying, baby? Do you want me to stop? Shall I pull out?"
"Don't you dare," she said, crying out as he hit her to the hilt.
"Fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight and perfect." He slammed into her, and his hands were squeezing her ass.
With her back to the tree she couldn't see anyone, but she heard them.
"I can see them, Regina. They don't have a clue that you're getting fucked against this very tree. I've been thinking about this tight cunt all day long. I couldn't wait to get us to an apartment."
She gripped his back, holding onto him tightly as he pounded inside her.
"Yeah, fuck, squeeze my cock. I wish I wasn't wearing a condom, Regina. I'd come inside you. Fill you up so every time you walked, you wouldn't forget who was fucking you."
Closing her eyes, she reached down between them to stroke her clit.
"Beautiful, come all over my cock, baby. Let me feel how much you're loving this."
She caressed her clit in the way Robin had showed her. Opening her eyes, she stared back into his blue ones that held her still. His cock drove in and out of her. She couldn't look away nor did she want to. He put his spell over her.
"Come for me." Robin said.
Three simple words and she cried out. Robin silenced her with a hand over her mouth. He drove harder and deeper inside her. Within seconds he'd come, grunting out his release.
When it was over, she heard him panting like she was. Maybe Ruby was right, she was making a mistake. Robin was turning her into something she didn't recognize.
And the only thing was she had to decide whether she wanted him to change her or not.