By the time I managed to clean up and get dressed, Daddy had disappeared into his room. Catching me blowing Mr. Gillman had been too much for him and he'd run back to his bottle. Maybe I should have been worried, but at that moment, I was too angry to care. Dashing into my room, I locked the door and fell on my bed, crying in shame and frustration.

I didn't see much of Daddy over the next few days and even when I did, we didn’t speak about what had happened. Really, what was there to say? I’d sucked off Daddy's producer to keep us from being thrown out of our home, all because Daddy was a drunk. I blamed him more than I did Mr. Gillman. At least Ben had been honest about his intentions.

It was so much more than a blowjob, though. Ben had done things to me no one else had. He'd gotten into my head, fucked with my mind as badly as he'd wanted to do to my body. In return, he'd offered not just the payment for Daddy's unfinished script, but much, much more.

Ben Gillman was one of the most successful producers in the movie industry. One word from him and I would get me my chance. It was something I'd never considered before, but now it was all I could think about. Dreams of fame, and the money that went with it, kept creeping into my mind. It was a girl’s ultimate fantasy in this town and it seduced me completely. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I'd do almost anything to achieve it.

Of course, it didn't hurt that Ben was incredibly handsome and an amazing lover. In those brief moments, he’d made me want to be his slut. As days went by, I hoped I'd hear from him again, and next time... well, he wouldn't have to try very hard to have me.

The few days turned into two agonizing weeks. Yes, Ben's office wired Daddy's money to his account. My God, seven figures look incredible in the bank! After more than a year of uncertainty, Daddy and I could stop worrying about paying bills.

With that fear banished, I might have stopped obsessing about Ben, but he still dominated my thoughts. It took a week before my resolve broke and I masturbated myself to sleep, wishing it was his cock inside me rather than a plastic toy. He’d gone from being my personal villain to my secret fantasy. I wanted him, and I hated myself for it.

It wasn't until the following Friday that I heard from him. You would think rich and powerful Ben Gillman would be a master of romance and seduction, but no: I received a stupid text.

'The Kensington Plaza hotel, 7 tonight. I'll send you the room number. Be there. And look sexy for me, Shelby.'

Presumptuous bastard! I mean, I wasn't some cheap skank he could treat like that. I deserved flowers and a ride in his limo, and he had the nerve to send me a fucking text. I could have screamed.

I swore I wouldn’t go. Even as I showered and chose my favorite little black Jovani dress, I kept telling myself I wouldn't do it. Yet, I still found myself in the parking lot at 6:45.

Wearing that little black dress usually made me feel beautiful and sexy, but as I strode through the elegant lobby of the Plaza, I felt more like a hooker. Well, at least a well-dressed hooker. I mean, really, who would have believed it? Shelby Taylor fucking some forty-year-old perv, just for what he could give me? Like, eww!

I couldn't believe I was going to do this, but... gosh, Ben was so sexy. The truth was, I didn't care if he was old. He was a hunk, and if he could get me into the movies, then yes, I was going to put out for him.

It just pissed me off that he was so sure I would!

I sent a short text to Ben. 'I'm here. What room are you in?' Seconds later, my iPhone chirped, and his answer appeared on my screen.

'Room 1242, corner suite. Come on up.'

The cold brevity of his response again set my teeth on edge. I'd never in my life been treated so completely like a piece of meat. I wanted to claw his damn eyes out.

Who the hell does he think he is? I tapped angrily on my keys. 'Oh, a corner suite? I guess that makes up for making me drive myself here. You really are an asshole! You know that, Ben?'

His response instantly flashed back. 'This isn't high school, Shelby, and we aren't on a date. You know what I want and what I can do for you. Do you still want to be my friend or would you rather go back home? Maybe you'll get lucky and marry some guy who works at Best Buy. This is your chance at a real future. Stop acting like you don't know that.'

Ugh! Damn fucker! Sarcasm dripped from my fingers: 'Wow, what a charmer you are. You really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?'

''I know how to spank one, too. Now, get your ass up here.’

God, he was pissing me off. I kept questioning why I was putting up with his shit. I should have gone back to my car and left his arrogant ass there alone with his hard-on, but... argh! Damn him to hell!

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I was seething by the time I got to the suite. I was also dripping wet. Mad as I was, part of me hoped that he'd throw me on the bed as soon as I walked through the door. All these conflicting thoughts were driving me crazy and made me hate the man even more.

I had to admit, though, my pulse quickened when Ben opened the door. He was calm to the point of being cocky and looked absolutely dashing in his suit. The dark wool was impeccably tailored, and the color complemented the slightly silvered hue of his otherwise dark brown hair.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, Shelby,” he said, flashing his perfect crocodilian smile and guiding me into the suite's plush interior. “I’m glad you decided to come. I’ve been looking forward to, er, consummating our friendship.”

It was a creepy innuendo and I rolled my eyes, refusing to return his smile. “Un hunh, yeah, I’m sure you have,” I replied.

Ben shrugged off my sarcasm. “There’s no point in being angry. You think me a horrible person and I get that, but what happened before was your father's fault. Like I said, he knows how it works in this town, and I’ll point out that you both received exactly what you wanted. Besides, you seemed to enjoy being my friend at the time.”

Right. What he didn’t say was that his idea of being friends included me swallowing a hefty load of his semen, and now his smart-assed smirk only filled me with rage.

I shot him my most cutting glare.

“Listen, you smug bastard, let’s get one thing straight. I am not your friend, and I’m not some little slut you can just take for granted. The only reason I'm here is because you didn’t give me any real choice. That makes you a prick, and don’t even pretend this isn’t your fault.”

Smiling thinly, he swirled the ice in his drink and approached me, crossing that invisible line into my personal space. His powerful frame towered over me, and I instinctively stepped back, much as I had in Daddy's office. "Come now, Shelby, I know you love to play innocent, but you aren't fooling me. We both knew what you wanted and what you were willing to do to get it."

"Like hell. Let me make this clear, you perv, I only sucked you off because I didn't have a choice. You could have accepted Daddy’s script and left me alone, but no, you used that to get a piece of my ass. So, don’t you dare stand there and tell me I wanted it.”

Emptying his glass, Ben's gaze turned dark. He was well over six feet, and he loomed over me. Leaning close, he ran his fingers through some errant strands of my blond hair. “Such righteous indignation,” he breathed, trailing fingers over my shoulder.

“I must say, that was quite a performance. I might have believed it if you weren’t standing right in front of me. But then, here you are. Why is that, I wonder? Why are you here tonight, ready to let me have the rest of your aerobicized ass? Seems to me, you’ve already gotten what you wanted. Unless, of course, you want something more. Doesn’t that make you a slut?”

“Like you said, I have to be your ‘friend’ if I want that audition. Well, I do, so yeah, maybe that makes me a slut, but don't kid yourself. I'd never let you touch me if you weren't going to pay me for it."

Ben's lips drew back, anger flashed in his dark eyes. I'd intended to hurt him and I could see that I’d succeeded. Unfortunately, my sense of satisfaction didn't last long.

To my shock, Ben grabbed my arm and pushed me face first against the wall, hard enough to make me huff. I was stunned as he held me there, gripping the back of my neck.

"Let go of me!" I hissed, ready to fight, but then the fingers of his other hand drifted down my bare skin, exposed by my open-backed dress. God, I was furious, but his touch was so soft I swiftly relaxed under it.

"Don't move, Shelby,” he whispered. ”I want you to feel this all the way to your core. Stop pretending you don't want me because we both know you do. Admit it, or tell me I'm wrong and I’ll let you go right now."

His touch seemed to reach into me, calming me like a paralysis. I froze, unable to pull away. "No," I said weakly, "you're wrong. I'm not that kind of girl."

He whispered but his voice was loud in my ear. "Bullshit. You are exactly that kind of girl. The kind who knows what she wants. The kind who will do anything to get it."

Goosebumps raced up my arm and my belly cramped with excitement, but I couldn’t let him win. "You're such an asshole. How dare you say that to me?” I wanted to spit those words with venom, but I was losing my way and only murmured.

An electric current was running through me, and I struggled to remain still as his fingers traced my spine. His breath, close and hot, washed over my neck. Thankfully, he didn't grind into me; I'd probably have come if he had. But, with his fingers continuing their journey up and down my back, his body brushed against my dress and my knees quaked. I was about to be his, and he not only wanted me to know it, he wanted me to admit it.

"Maybe that’s true,” he said, “but you haven’t asked me to let you go, have you? Now, be honest, admit you want it rough. I know you do. That's why you came here, isn't it? Not for what I can do for you. No, you came here for what I can do to you. Say it, or I swear I'll leave you here and you can go back to your silly boys and plastic toys."

His words echoed in my mind, pounding away at my resistance and pride. It pained me to admit it, but he was right: I wanted him to take me and use me more than he had before. I wanted him to fuck me hard and I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until he drove in deep and gushed inside me. Yes, that's what I wanted. To feel him hold me while he grunted and filled me with his cum. It was such a nasty thought, but one so strong that my response was inescapable.

"Yes, I admit it. I want you to fuck me."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you, Shelby." I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. "I’m going to have you in every way before you leave here, have no doubt about that." His lips brushed my neck as he spoke, creating more goosebumps.

I tensed my arms against the wall as I fought his grasp on my neck. His grip tightened, holding me there, and my efforts to resist only pressed my body more firmly against him.

“I like it when you fight me. Having you resist turns me on. I’d let you go, but that isn’t what you want, is it?”

His voice. God, it was so deep, like, almost supernatural deep. I could feel the gravel in it penetrating my skin, vibrating into me. I was losing myself to this man and when he barked the question a second time, I jumped and responded in the only way I could. The way I knew he wanted.

“No, you fuck, I’m not your slut.” It felt so good to deny him, but it was a lie and he knew it.

“Yes, you are,” he replied, calmly and confidently.

“I’m only doing this for the job.” It was my last shot at keeping my pride, but Ben saw through me.

"Fuck the job. I’m not promising you anything. If that’s all you want, then you can get out of here. The thing is, I know you won’t go, will you?”

“No, I… I won’t leave.”

“Good girl. I didn’t think you would. Now, stop acting like some innocent schoolgirl. I want your inner slut tonight, and I won’t be happy until I have her.”

A hand appeared at my side, slowly drawing down my zipper while he caressed me with his words. I felt a tug on my dress, and then the kiss of cool air flowing over my skin as the silk parted. An elixir of fear and excitement raced through me. My knees shook and my heart pounded, but I stood unmoved, facing the wall while the dress slid off me.

“Look at you,” he whispered. "Your body is incredible. Youthful… toned… perfect.” He moved his hands down my sides, teasing my flanks so lightly I could barely stand it. When he touched the bare curve of my ass, he chuckled softly.

“You are so full of shit. Telling me over and over you don’t want this, and yet you’re wearing a thong, just for me. How did you know I was an ass-man?”

Oh my God, he was right. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of that, and a fresh flush of shame passed through me as I visualized how I must look. I was speechless; I could only moan.

My body was on fire, and I quivered as his fingers dug into the pliant flesh of my bottom. “Tell me the truth. Have you ever let a boyfriend play with your ass?”

Ben pulled up hard on my thong, and I rose on my toes, reacting to the pussy-floss being dug into my sex. My ass was drawn high, and I buried my face in my arms as he tortured me with my own panties. My pussy was hot, slick and needy, and the fact that he knew it filled me with shame. The things he did, the way he simply took what he wanted, made me feel used. Yet I loved every minute of it and barely noticed when he flicked open my bra.

“That’s better. That’s how you belong. Naked, ready and willing. You're going to love the things I’ve planned for you tonight."

He slowly removed the bit of lace from my chest, leaving me in nothing but spiked heels and a tiny thong. “What things?” I managed to ask.

“Things like this.” I felt his body shift and then a hand came down hard on my ass. The slap resounded in the relative quiet of the room, followed quickly by my surprised yelp.

“Ow, Ben! What was that for?” I fidgeted on my feet, reaching back to rub away the sting but Ben swatted my hand away.

"Get your hands back on the wall or I'll make your ass glow red."

I complied without hesitation. He had me dancing to his will, and at that moment, I couldn’t hope to resist.

“That was for having such a bitchy attitude.” Then he slapped my other cheek, again setting me shuffling in pain.

“Ouch! Fuck, that hurts.” I stomped my feet, wanting desperately to rub my inflamed ass. Before I could, Ben grabbed a handful of my blond mane, pulling and turning my head until I could see into his dark brown eyes.

“Are you going to behave now, or do I really have to heat up those cheeks?”

I couldn’t believe this was happening but, humiliating though it was, it was making my pussy hot with need. I was dripping and certain that my thong was more than damp with my juice. Consumed by fear and excitement, I quickly nodded. “Okay, I’ll behave. I promise.”

Ben held my gaze, pausing as if he were searching my soul. Then he released my hair and pressed me back to the wall. “Good. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

Reluctantly, I did as I was told, inching my feet apart until I’d spread my thighs wide enough for him to touch me in whatever way he wished. Ben hooked his thumbs over my thong and drew it down, rasping that tiny bit of satin over my ass until it slid off my legs and onto the floor.

Ben's touch was all over me after that. It was as if he was exploring me, caressing my legs all the way up to my hips, and then over my back. His hands were warm and soft, fingers fluttering on me like butterfly wings. When he cupped my breasts, I arched back, offering up my body so that he could take me in any way he desired.

"Ah, fuck yes," I gasped when his palms raked over my nipples. "Pinch me, please. Make me ache."

"That's what I want to hear from you. I want to hear you beg for it." With that, he closed his fingers tightly on my hardened buds, twisting them viciously and pulling until I winced in delicious pain.

"Uh, oh God, yes." I was overcome as the hot sting mixed with a growing tingle in my belly. He lifted my breasts, kneading them and rolling my buds between his fingers. Electric pleasure raced from my breasts, so hot it felt like my skin was burning. I writhed under his touch, right up until he sank his nails deeply into my sensitive nipples.

"Ouch. Fuck, be gentle, you shit. Sex isn't supposed to hurt, you know."

"Sometimes it should. You're about to learn that sometimes you'll want it to hurt. Or would you rather stop?"

"Well, no, but still... Goddammit, Ben. You can be such an ass."

"Ass or not, you seem to like what I'm doing. Let me tell you a little secret, I like asses too.”

I shuddered as he slid down my body, pressing against me, keeping me trapped against the wall, until he was on his knees. His hot breath washed over my damp inner thighs and I whimpered in excitement. I pushed out my ass, offering my cunt, hoping to feel his tongue slip between my puffy lips.

Oh, my God, I can barely explain how amazing it felt to have his hands cupping my ass, his strong fingers digging in and pulling me open. I shivered when his face pressed into me, his tongue lashing out and flicking intensely over my cunt.

"Hmm, yeah. Lick me, you fuck. Get your tongue in there. Yes, just like that."

Spreading my legs wider put me in an awkward stance, but it allowed Ben to flick his tongue all the way over my clit. I was desperate to turn around and slide to the floor, anything to get him to suck me harder. My pussy was drooling and I knew if I didn't come soon I'd lose my mind.

Ben had other plans. Holding me tight, he drew his wet tongue up and back, trailing it wetly over my dripping hole and then up toward my ass. Next thing, I was aware of this incredible softness flicking against my anus. It took me a second to understand what he was doing.

"Are you licking my ass? You nasty fuck... ah, shit, don't stop."

It felt incredible, like a wet finger pressing against me but much softer. I clenched at first, nervous and fearful, but in just a few moments, that insidious caress had me biting my lips and my brown hole began to open.

"No one has ever done this to you before?" he asked, a finger replacing his tongue and poking just as insistently at my softening muscle.

"No," I managed to gasp. “I never even heard of a guy doing that. Jesus, Ben, you really are a perv."

"You have no idea. But, with an ass like yours, trust me I won't be the only guy who wants it."

"Huh, what?" And then I felt a burning heat as he plunged his finger deep into my hole.

"Oh, fuuuck! Holy… oh damn, damn, damn!” I exclaimed, pushing back onto his invading digit. Ben sank it all the way until I felt his fist pushing against my ass, driving in and withdrawing before repeating it over and over again.

My legs were quaking and I worried I might fall as this new sensation warmed my body. Ben added his tongue again, lubing his finger with spit as he worked it in and out. He stretched me, loosening my hole, and eased a second finger inside.

Oh damn, it felt good. I could have sworn he was reaching all the way up to my throat, and I bent over more, trying to take him as easily as I could. He kept plunging in, sawing into me until I craved more. Each time he pulled back, I feared he would withdraw them completely. Maybe I was naive, but I never thought anyone would ever try this on me. I mean, anal sex was for gay men, right?

Good lord, it felt so fucking good. I was drifting in a haze, sucking on my lip as he finger-fucked my ass. Then his thumb brushed my clit. Oh my God, that finally brought me to my knee. I buckled and dropped down but kept my ass high and thighs spread. Ben's fingers had slipped out but I was so totally in heat, I didn't care how he filled me. Or where.

I wanted to be fucked and I reached between my thighs and rubbed my clit, trying to orgasm before I burned up in pure frustration.

"That's it, Shelby. Rub your clit for me while I get ready. Make yourself nice and wet, but don’t you dare come. If you do, I'll spank you so hard you won't sit for a week."

Being told not to come totally screwed me. My clit was pulsing so hard as my fingers polished around it that I should have creamed in seconds, but I couldn't ignore his command. Struggling to hold back, I edged myself shamelessly while he watched.

Ben shrugged off his suit jacket and his tie joined it on the carpet. He unbuttoned his shirt. Hmm, let me tell you, his chest was so sexy, just enough hair covering his well-defined muscles and leading to a happy trail disappearing beneath his slacks. I wanted to run my tongue all over him and would have done if he hadn't turned his attention back to me.

Grabbing my hips, he flipped me onto my back and lifted my legs, pressing them onto my boobs. Fuck, my cunt was opened wide, wet and so puffy, juices oozing as he looked right into me. I held my breath as he came closer and when his tongue slid between my lips, I almost screamed.

"Oh, fuck yes," I gasped as his mouth brushed my sex. This was what I needed, and I grimaced in rabid desire as Ben licked me deep, slithering his tongue between my petals and lapping all around my hole. He sucked hard on my lips, pulling and sucking until my whole body rippled with anticipation.

Desperately, I rolled my hips, trying to bring him closer to my clit, but he kept dancing away. His lips glided and sucked all over my sex, and he probed with his tongue until I was out of breath. Only then did he touch my clit. It was an explosive sensation, my mind flooding with pleasure before my whole body convulsed as my orgasm rolled through me.

Ben stayed with me while I trembled and quivered through one of the best orgasms I’d experienced. He cupped my pussy in his palm, applying a wonderful pressure while my body rippled on the rug. By the time I'd calmed and caught my breath, he was standing over me, unzipping his slacks.

There I was, soaked in sweat, juices leaking down my thighs and into the carpet, while this hunk of a man gazed at me with a predatory hunger that made my belly clench. I suddenly realized he wasn't even going to wait long enough to take me to the bed. I was about to get fucked right there on the floor, and I didn’t care. The only thing on my mind was his hard cock.

“There is so much I want to do to you tonight,” he said, his boxers dropping to the floor, “but most of that can wait. You’ve got me so hard I've got to fuck you.”

Ben stroked his hard cock, letting me see just how large he'd grown. I gulped, thinking how good it was going to feel when he plunged his mighty weapon into me. I pulled my pussy lips apart, exposing the glistening pink hole that he was about to own. My anger at him had burned away in the heat of the moment, but I still remembered how combative our relationship had become. As if it was a game, I again prodded him with my cutting and sarcastic disdain.

“You talk way too much, Ben, but at least you can get it hard. Now, shut up and fuck me. I’m tired of listening to your shit.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ve been acting like a bitch all night, but now you’re just a bitch in heat and I’m going to fuck you like one.”

He was shaking with distinct excitement when he sank to his knees and spread my thighs. Moving over me, he slapped his cock onto my clit.

“Unh,” I yelped as his fat head smacked me. It felt heavy and thick and my belly tightened at the thought of him being inside me. Grasping my arms, Ben held me down, pushing me deep into the carpet as I raised my hips, eagerly anticipating his penetration.

“Oh, fuck, you're thick,” I panted after Ben had pushed his wide head through my entrance. The sensation of being so suddenly opened and stretched will be forever linked with the sight of his face as he buried his lance into me.

I’d never seen a man so aroused. His teeth clenched, his eyes filled with a lustful intensity that had me completely bent to his will. I held him tight, raking my nails over him while he drilled me with all of his might.

God, he's going so deep. My back rubbed against the carpet as each thrust pushed me along. I locked my legs around him, holding on as he rocked me to my core. Words failed us, replaced by the feral sounds of animalistic sex. His breath was ragged on my neck, and his weight crushed me, but that made me believe I was the center of his world.

I realized then that this was how it was supposed to be. He was lost in me, focused solely on being inside me. It was deeply satisfying and I held him more gently, guiding him through it as his strength became mine. “Come for me,” I muttered. “Come inside me, baby. I want your come dripping out of me.”

Ben growled in response - and then bit my neck! The pain shot through me, and I gasped. The sensations were too much. I was climbing, rising on a tide, my orgasm unstoppable. Fingers digging into him, I clenched my pussy and my cream flooded over him.

At the same instant, Ben delivered a few, hard final thrusts and exploded inside me. He was like an iron rod, pulsing and filling me with his semen. He was incredibly powerful, so much more than any guy of my age that I'd experienced.

We lay for a time, Ben spooning me right there on the floor. I didn’t know what to say, so I just curled up in his arms. I wasn't even thinking about getting into a movie anymore. He'd shown me how good sex could be, and I knew with a certainty that I’d never be satisfied with a lesser man.

It was sad, really. We had no future beyond maybe a few more nights together. But I knew I would long for his touch when it was over.

Authors note;

i wish to give my thanks to Jwren for his tremdous editing work on this story. He is the best.