Sex as Payment

It was the first snowfall of the year, but it was unfortunately a bad one. A blizzard mixed with hail, and the forecast said it wouldn't stop until morning. Unfortunately for Marissa, the homeless shelter was full and she had nowhere else to go.

She hated committing crimes, but there wasn't any other choice if she wanted to survive the night. She walked through the streets until she reached what was unofficially called Snowbird Street. It should be empty, its residents long since fled to warmer states. If only she had that luxury.

Her bare hands were shaking from the cold as she approached a house on the end of the street, a three story monster with a small shed in the back. She winced as hail the size of a small marble hit her arm. She needed to get inside quick.

The house was tempting. There might be a pantry she could raid and she could curl up and catch some sleep on the couch. But the tool shed felt less intrusive and probably had a lot less security.

Marissa fled to the back of the lawn, not worried about stealth. Even if there was anyone around, they wouldn't be able to see much in this blizzard. Damn it, her toes were going numb.

By some miracle the shed wasn't locked. She opened the door and slipped inside, breathing a sigh of relief as the beating from the wind and hail stopped. She closed the door and brushed the snow off her tattered jacket and jeans before rubbing her hands, needing to get some feeling in them.

She looked around the shed. It must be new because there wasn't anything in it yet and it was clean. Without a heat source, it was still freezing, but at least she was protected from the worst of the storm. Marissa knelt down on the ground and clutched her jacket around herself. Beneath the jacket was only a thin t-shirt covering her torso, not even a bra. She felt her nipples stand erect from the cold. Each brush of her hand or the jacket, no matter how slight, sent a tingle through her body.

Suddenly the door swung open and an imposing figure stood in the doorway, a baseball bat in his hands. His face was covered in a ski mask to protect it from the cold but she still saw his piercing blue eyes staring straight at her.

She recoiled and held up her hands, which were shaking from more than the cold now. Fear sliced through her. She had to choose the one house that wasn't vacant. "I'm sorry," she stuttered, her teeth chattering from the cold and her terror. "I just wanted to get out of the storm. Please, just let me go and I wont return."

The man looked her up and down, his gaze resting on her chest where her breasts could be clearly seen from beneath the t-shirt. She silently cursed the broken zipper on the jacket that let her be exposed like this. "Where do you have to go?" he said.

"It doesn't matter. Just please don't hurt me. I'll leave."

He stepped into the shed, having to slouch slightly to clear the low roof. He took the ski mask off his face and looked her up and down.

He was handsome and the wicked look in his eyes just made him sexier. "I just installed this shed and now you're trying to mess it up. Do you know how hard it was to get this up before the snow hit?"

Why wasn't he just letting her go? It's not like she wanted to steal something. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble," she said. "Please, can I just go?"

"But you need a place to stay for the night," he said. "I can give it to you. Why would you go?"

She looked up at him, her brow furrowed. What was he talking about? What was the point of toying with her like this? "I don't understand."

He grabbed her and pulled her closer to him. He was too strong to resist. And she didn't want to resist anyway. As long as he wasn't swinging that bat at her head, it would be okay. She hoped at least.

He leaned the bat against the doorframe of the shed and knelt slightly before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her through the storm to the house.

As soon as they were inside he set her down. She backed up, barely aware of the cozy, warm living room they were in. She shivered as the heat hit her. The movement made her breasts bounce slightly which made the man smile.

"My name is Jake," he said. "This is my house. Normally I wouldn't let strangers over here, but the weather is really bad. So you can stay here for the night."

"Thank you," she said, not even able to believe her luck. A night with heat and maybe even a bed and blankets? Hell, even if he made her sleep on the floor it was better than out there.

"I wasn't finished," he said. "I'll let you stay here, but you have to do something for me first."

She nodded. She could have figured that. "What do you want me to do?"

"Right now, I want you out of that jacket. And your shoes. Take them off." Jake took off his own coat and the ski mask. Under the coat was a white t-shirt that showed off his muscled arms. Marissa caught her breath at the sight.

She took off her shoes and coat. He took them and hung them up on a nearby coat rack. Jake nodded down the hall. "There's a bedroom down that way to the left. Wait for me there."

She went to where he had gestured. The bedroom was small but it had a queen-sized bed and a dresser in the corner. Marissa sat down on the bed and waited.

Jake appeared a moment later. "Take off your shirt and lie back," he said.

Marissa bit her lip and hesitated. Yes, he was sexy, but could she really do this? She didn't even know this man.

"Do you want to stay here or not? Because I can kick you out again. And this time you would be leaving without your shoes or your jacket. Good luck surviving the blizzard without them."

He was right. She didn't have a choice. But somehow the thought of being at his mercy so completely made her a little wet. Marissa took off her shirt with trembling hands and lied back on the bed. Jake grinned and crawled on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his body. "That's a good girl," he breathed as he leaned down and kissed her roughly on the mouth.

His warm lips seared her skin but it felt so good. She returned the kiss, enjoying his touch.

He took her arms and pinned them above her head with his hands as his lips trailed down to her neck. She gasped as he licked at her pulse point and bucked her hips against his. She felt his grin against her neck.

"Don't move," he said as he let go of her arms. He grabbed her breasts, massaging them as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. She yelped as the pleasure radiated through her. Her hips moved even faster as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Damn, that felt so good. She moaned.

He moved to the other nipple as his hands went to her pants and slid them down over her slender hips, leaving her completely naked. He felt her wet pussy and chuckled. "You want this, don't you?"

She moaned in response.

Jake kept licking the side of her neck as he put one finger into her pussy, and then another before thrusting them in and out. Marissa couldn't move. All she could do was feel and enjoy. He pinched her clit and she squealed.

"Shh," he whispered. "Take it. Just fucking take it."

He kept pinching and rubbing her clit as his other fingers thrust in and out of her, stretching her out and making her soaking wet. Suddenly he removed his fingers and slapped her pussy. Her entire body jerked from the sting. But it felt so good at the same time.

Jake pulled a pair of handcuffs out from his back pocket and grabbed her wrists. He moved them up until they were almost touching the wrought iron bedframe. He handcuffed one wrist and then the other so she was cuffed to one of the iron rods. Marissa moaned and wriggled her body in response. Why did it feel so good?

Jake trailed kisses down her body, over her breasts, her stomach, and then he came to her legs. He pressed a searing kiss into the inside of her thigh as he hooked her legs over his shoulders. Then, with one last piercing look at her, he pressed his tongue to her pussy.

Marissa panted and moved her hips up to meet his mouth. His tongue flicked her clit before diving into her. He drank in her juices as he pressed his face harder against her. The stubble on his chin scratched against her inner folds, feeling so good.

The pressure was building up inside her to come, but he pulled away at the last second. Marissa whined in response.

He smirked at her before taking off his shirt, revealing six pack abs beneath the white t-shirt. Damn, he had a body practically anyone would drool over. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling out a long, thick cock. Oh shit.

"You want this, don't you?" he said.

She nodded.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I want your cock," she whispered, her voice an octave higher than usual from the arousal.

"Louder."

"I want your cock!" she shouted.

"Good girl," he said. "Keep your fucking legs spread." His jeans fell to the ground and he was naked before her. He grinned as he moved on top of her again. The tip of his cock touched her pussy. "Look at me," he growled.

She looked up at him, his eyes piercing her own as he thrust into her. Marissa threw her head back and shouted as he filled her so suddenly. He grabbed her hair and forced her gaze back to him as he thrust into her over and over. "Good fucking girl," he said.

She whimpered and started moving her hips, loving the feeling of him possessing her so fully.

"That's it," he said, his breath growing heavier as he kept fucking her. "Move those sweet hips of yours." He leaned down and nipped the side of her neck. The pain was just enough to send her over the edge and she came. Her breath came out in a silent moan as the pleasure washed over her.

Jake groaned and gripped her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into her ass as his hot seed spurted out into her. He kissed her tenderly on the lips as he pulled out and went for the handcuffs.

He released her wrists and massaged them gently until the feeling of the cold metal went away. Marissa was still shaking from the orgasm as he moved off her and gathered her into his arms. "Relax," he said.

She nodded. She had enjoyed it so much. And after that climax, it was hard not to relax in his arms. He gently ran his fingers through her messy hair. "I never did catch your name," he said.

"Marissa," she got out.

"Thank you, Marissa," he said. "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head. He had definitely not hurt her.

"Good." Jake smiled, as if he was a little relieved. "Listen, this is only the first snowfall. The winter is going to get a lot worse. If you need a place to stay, you can always stay here."

Damn. Stay here for the whole winter while getting possessed by this sexy man? It felt too good to be true. "Yes," she gasped. "Please."

He chuckled. "I'm glad. Now get some sleep. You've earned it."

She closed her eyes as she cuddled up against him, dreaming of his thick cock and his tongue licking her nipples.