by Wolf, Alex
“Penn.” I give him a nod as we walk up.
“Hey, guys. This is…” He blinks a few times, like his mind just erased itself.
Classic. He doesn’t even know her name. Mary looks like she wants to smack me in the chest, because I’m holding back a laugh. Whatever, he’ll probably still nail her tonight. I know how these guys operate.
“My date.” He finally recovers.
“Nice to meet you.” Mary holds out a hand and the girl shakes it.
She doesn’t even bother to tell us her name. Mary, feeling bad because she’s a good person, at least I’m assuming, takes the girl to the side and starts a conversation away from us.
Penn stands there, eyeing me up and down. “Something’s different between you and her.”
“Damn right it is.”
“So, you and Mary?” His eyes widen a little, and he grins right at me.
I stare right back at him to let him know Mary’s mine and only mine, and nobody else better so much as sneeze in her direction. “A hundred percent.”
Penn shakes his head in derision. “When will all you motherfuckers learn?”
“The student who thinks he’s become the teacher.” I snicker at him. “I was you once, but I’ve learned, as will you at some point.”
“Shit.” He sneers as if what I described is not even a remote possibility. “How is one pussy better than any pussy I want? You cannot refute that logic.”
“Oh, you’ll see.” I gesture to his date. “Probably not with fake tits over there, but some day.” I look right at Mary and can’t picture myself even thinking of another woman.
I turn back to Penn. I used to be just like him and thought I was on top of the world. Thought I could never limit myself to just one woman. Now, I can’t think of anything but one woman. The rest do not exist.
“Bitch,” Penn mumbles.
I laugh. He can call me whatever he wants. I’m happier than anyone else here at this party, by far. And that’s the point of life—happiness.
I give him a friendly little pat on the shoulder. “I’m gonna go steal my girlfriend from your date before she talks her out of sucking your little Earthworm Jim tonight. You’re welcome, ho.”
Penn laughs hysterically and says, “Much appreciated,” right to my back.
It doesn’t take much to pry Mary away and we head inside. As soon as we walk in, Mary catches me staring at all the bottles lined up across the bar.
“You’re a grown man, you know?”
I turn to her. “It’s not that I don’t want to offend you or think I need permission to have a drink.”
“What is it then?”
I pin her with my gaze. “I don’t want my mind altered for one second when I’m with you.”
Mary’s pulse speeds up a little, most likely because of the way I look at her.
I take a step to close the distance between us, and my hands go to her hips.
“Is that so?” She whispers the question in my ear.
Instead of responding with words, I kiss her, long and hard, right in front of everyone at the party. A public display that works better than anything I could possibly say. Show not tell, and all that artsy bullshit.
I think it drives the point home well enough, judging by her reaction when I pull away.
“Now, let’s do what we need to do, so I can have you home in my bed soon.” I growl in her ear. “Where we belong.”
Everything is awesome for the next hour or so. We say congrats to Abigail and Dex, talk to everyone, mingle.
Then, the one fucked up thing that could ruin my entire night happens.
I silently prayed all night that it wouldn’t, regardless of the fact I knew it was inevitable. It’s the one voice I don’t want to hear, and I have to tamp down my anger the second it rings out through the crowd.
“Fuckers!”
I wince the second I hear it, and slowly turn my head to verify with my eyes.
Wells Covington walks through the door with a woman on each arm.
* * *
Covington has glared at me every chance he’s had for the past hour. I haven’t left Mary’s side.
Fuck him and whatever he knows.
I’m aware that ridiculous attitude won’t get me anywhere. He’s powerful and has money and no doubt has people covering his interests the same way Decker has me doing the same. I can’t ignore this problem, no matter how bad I want to.
Decker and Tate walk up and take Mary to the side for something.
Now, I’m at my table all alone, exposed. It’s about to happen. I can see it all unfold beforehand, a chess play three moves in advance.
Sure enough, Covington sees the opportunity and pounces.
The anxiety builds in my chest the second I notice him snaking his way through the crowd of people. He does it slowly and methodically, doesn’t seem one bit intimidated or rattled.
I notice every minute reaction with his body language. He’s tough to read, but I don’t see any worry with anything he does.
Not good.
He takes a seat right next to me like he owns the place.
I look straight ahead, doing my best not to give anything away. I want to interrogate him, ask a million questions, but that would give me away in a heartbeat. I can’t let that happen.
Truth be told, I don’t mind this dude that much, he’s even funny sometimes, but I’m not going to deal with any of his bullshit. My face heats up and I can’t stop it. If this was work, it’d be easy, but I’m emotionally attached to this and you can’t turn off this feeling. Plus, part of me is curious. I worry about exactly what he told Mary, despite her revealing everything to me. I know in my heart she gave me all the information, but I’ve been burned so many times, it’s difficult to accept trusting her fully. What if Covington knows everything about me? What if he told her it all and she’s waiting for me to open up and expose myself to her?
It’s too much, and I finally say to hell with it.
He makes a show of adjusting his tall frame in the seat, then swirls his scotch. “We have a situation, don’t we?”
I look straight ahead, still not making direct eye contact. “I don’t see how. Have I done something to offend you?”
“You’re looking into my companies.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Wells leans across the table, right in my face. Usually, he’s all arrogant, cocky, but this looks personal to me. His neck is tense, jaw set, and he speaks through his teeth. “We both know what’s happening here. Quit fucking with my business.”
I shrug and smirk. “Doing my job. You don’t write my checks. Piss off.”
Wells leans back and stands up just as Mary heads our way, thank God.
He walks around and gets dangerously close to my ear. “You don’t want to bark up this tree,” he says. “I haven’t told your little girlfriend much, or Decker.” He inhales a deep breath. “But I know everything.”
The second he says it, I go numb. It’s the tone of his voice. Every hair on the back of my neck stands up, my body straight into defensive mode.
Covington doesn’t smile, like he relishes this. Honestly, he just looks like a man protecting his interests. I don’t care, though. He’s threatening me in the process.
My blood runs cold, despite how beautiful Mary looks walking right at us.
Covington turns and blows right past her.
* * *
Mary leads the way into my apartment, and I don’t give her an opportunity to turn around. I pull out the tie I’ve been pocketing all night and blindfold her with it.
“Rick?”
“Shh.” I’m against her ear when I say it. “You’re gonna do exactly what I say.” I’m hard as a rock in my pants, but part of me is glad I can use sex to distract her from asking me tough questions about everything. It’s the ultimate distraction, and sex with Mary is the best thing in the world.
When I slide my hands down her arms, tracing the curves of her body, she
warms up and relaxes immediately.
“Okay.”
I lead her by her arms, all the way back to my bedroom, then spin her around to face me. She’s backed up to my bed, and I take my time, stripping off her top. She’s so damn perfect. I take a step back and admire her body for longer than I should; it’s just so hard not to stare at her.
“Can you see?”
She shakes her head at me, and I can tell she’s nervous. I watch every little detail about her. The way her chest rises and falls, trying to control her breathing but she can’t. The way her pulse speeds up, the way she tenses any time she thinks I’m about to touch her.
I trace a finger lightly around her nipple, careful not to make contact, just to watch it harden in the air. I do the same on the other side.
“Do you trust me?”
She licks her lips, and I want to bite them. I want all of her, all at once. I want to touch everywhere on her body at once. I want to be inside her mouth, her pussy, her ass. I want to explore and claim every square inch of her, so the whole world knows she’s mine; that she’s off limits.
Finally, she nods at my question.
I make her stand there for about ten seconds, knowing it’s an eternity to her. As gingerly as I can, I take a step toward her. I know she senses me getting closer, instinctively knows somehow. When I’m right in front of her, in one quick movement, I shove her to the bed, keeping her pinned down with my hand in the middle of her chest.
“Oh my God!” Her heartrate spikes, and she gasps for breaths. She writhes a little.
I keep her pinned down, hovering over her. “Don’t move an inch.”
She wiggles again, and I push down on her even harder. It’s made obvious she’s teasing me because she grins a little when she does it.
“If you move, you will be punished.”
“Maybe I want to be.”
Fucking hell.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from pulling out my dick and shoving it inside her.
Finally, she nods when she can tell I won’t let her up until she promises. “Okay.”
I lean back and take a few steps, so I can stare at her, spread out on my bed, topless. Once I’m satisfied she isn’t going anywhere, I retrieve two more ties from my closet; the only two I have in my apartment.
Slowly, after making her wait a while, I walk over to her, so she can’t hear my footsteps. I lean right down to her ear. “You didn’t move. Good girl.”
She jolts the second she hears me so close to her.
“I always keep my promises.”
The words sting. She’s referring to me deflecting every conversation about my past. My face heats up a little, and I channel that energy into pleasing her.
I yank one of her hands up, much harder than I need to, and wrap the tie around it.
“What are you doing?” Her words come out a little shaky.
I lean back down. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head furiously. “Absolutely not.”
I smile at that. Fuck, she makes me so damn happy, how curious and explorative she is, especially in the bedroom. After taking my sweet time, I get both of her hands tied up above her head to the headboard.
It takes an amount of willpower I didn’t know I possessed not to fuck her senseless the second I have her tied up. I know for a fact, every extra second I take of making her wait will make her orgasms that much more intense. Taking away her sight is heightening every other one of her senses, magnifying them to the extreme.
Finally, I walk over beside the bed and lightly trace my finger down the side of her arm, just to watch goosebumps pebble on her smooth skin.
She shudders a little when I do it.
“What are you doing, Rick?”
I lean over, so my mouth is inches from hers. “Testing you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” I pinch one of her nipples, not as hard as I can, but hard enough for her to feel it.
She gasps again, and her back arches from the bed a little.
Her chest heaves up and down, and I swear I can smell how wet she already is. I’m like a dog in heat the second I catch a whiff, and I have to bite back every animalistic instinct I have as my cock hardens in my pants.
I twist her nipple a little harder because of what she just did to me.
Hard enough I think it might actually hurt her, but she doesn’t wince. Her breaths grow shallower, but a coo escapes her lips.
It’s so fucking hot I can’t help myself, and I make sure Mary hears it when I unzip my pants, then drop them to the floor along with my boxer briefs.
For the next thirty seconds, one of my hands strokes my cock up and down, while my other hand alternates between Mary’s tits, pinching, pulling, caressing, squeezing.
Mary groans. “I want you so bad.” Her hips rise off the bed a little, rolling, her pussy searching for some kind of friction.
Soon.
I slide two fingers up her throat, then push them into her mouth, just so I can feel how hot and wet it is. “Look how turned on you are. I could do anything to you I wanted, couldn’t I?” I slip my fingers out of her mouth.
She pants for air, nodding. “Yes.”
I thread my fingers into her hair and make a fist. “Good. Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” My cock throbs in my hand as I lean next to her ear. Reluctantly, I let go of it and run my hand down under Mary’s skirt and panties, then squeeze her in my hand. “I want to fuck you everywhere. Your pussy.” I push two fingers into her, and her body comes alive at my touch.
She gasps for air again.
Fuck me, I don’t know if she’s ever been so hot and wet.
I pull my fingers out of her and slide them lower, until they’re pushed up against her tight little rim. “Your ass.” I use a little more pressure, but don’t push them inside.
Mary’s entire body constricts at once. “Oh my God.” She can barely breathe and only manages to squeak the words out.
“Say it’s mine.”
“Everything is yours.”
I smile, knowing she’s trying to get on with this so we can fuck. It’s a valiant effort but watching her completely submit is special. I want to take my time. Savor the moment.
I slide my fingers up, making sure to circle her clit a few times before bringing my hand back up to her tits. I roll one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger as she squirms beneath my touch.
“I’ll fuck your tits.” Before she can respond, I push two fingers into her mouth, knowing she can taste her wetness on them. “And your mouth.”
To my surprise, she sucks on my fingers and swirls her tongue around them.
Holy. Fuck.
A groan escapes my throat before I can stop it. It lets her know she can get to me the same way I’m getting to her.
I pull my fingers out of her mouth and whisper, “Could you taste your pussy on my fingers, Mary?”
“Holy…” Her words trail off and she nods.
I grin. “I think you love this shit. Love being tied up. Love being dirty. Don’t you?”
This time she grins. “Maybe.”
“Since you’re not sure.” I let go of her and back away a few steps.
I sit down in a chair, right across the room, and just watch her. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. I stroke my cock in my palm, fighting the urge to go over there and take everything I want and then some.
Just a few minutes more.
It doesn’t take but thirty seconds for Mary to start squirming on the bed. “Rick? Where’d you go?”
I smile and have to slow my hand down, so I don’t come before I even get to fuck her. She’ll figure it out in a second.
“Rick, this isn’t funny!” She yells it this time.
After about three minutes, she goes eerily quiet. Then, I watch her lips curl up into a grin.
“You’re in here, aren’t you?”
Silence.
Her hips start to rise from the bed,
grinding up and down, searching for any type of contact.
I stand up and walk to the end of the bed, staring at her, catching a glimpse of her pussy under her bunched-up skirt every time she rolls her hips.
“I know you’re right there, watching me.”
I damn near have to bite my knuckle to hold myself back from taking her, every single way I told her I would.
She finally sighs, a hot-as-fuck sigh of submission. “Yes, I’m dirty. And I’m yours. And it turns me on more than you know, when you tell me all the things you want to do to me.”
I reach up and slide her skirt and panties down her legs, then toss them aside.
She doesn’t even flinch when she feels me touch her, like she knew exactly when it was going to happen, like she could see everything in her mind as it unfolded.
As soon as I have her skirt and panties off, her legs immediately spread in front of me.
Her pussy is still bare and pink, and I want to just dive into it. Her hips make small circles, daring me to get her off.
I take my time, starting just above her feet, and kiss all the way up both her legs. Any time I get close to her pussy, her breaths speed up, like she’s on the edge of the most epic orgasm of her life, and it takes everything she has to fight it back.
“Please, Rick.”
“Please what?” I smirk at her.
“I need to come. Please let me.”
I stare right at her blindfolded eyes, as if she can see me mulling it over. I brush my thumb across her clit, just to watch her jerk and react, doing everything she can to hold back.
“Not yet.”
I can practically feel her roll her eyes under the blindfold. “You’re the worst.”
I shrug. “I could stop.”
She yanks her hands against the restraints, like she wants to choke me. “Don’t you dare.”
I lean down and touch the tip of my tongue to her clit.
Her legs spread wider immediately, inviting me in for more. But I lean back and trace a finger gently around her entire pussy, just close enough to graze it.
If she only knew how hard it is for me to hold back right now too. The foreplay is the best part, though. You can’t just rush into the climax of a story. There has to be a build before the crescendo.