There’s something about this silence that makes me hard as fuck. I’m finally alone with her. She’s all mine to play with. No distractions.
Fuck yes. I’m so goddamn happy.
Her lips twitch into something resembling a smile. She’s still too nervous to breathe. It’s hot as hell. It’s not that I want the girls I fuck to be afraid of me, but this is a license to do whatever I want with her. She’ll do what I want to please me. Because I scare her. Because of the power I hold over her.
I take her small hand in mine and lead her into the living room. She obeys my pressure without thinking, her hand already soaked with sweat. “When was the last time you had sex?”
She turns her head away, her cheeks flaming red at the mere word. “It’s been a long time.”
“A couple months?”
The apartment echoes with her harsh laughter. “Way longer than that.”
Years?
A low whistle blows out of my mouth. “How did that happen?”
Her thumb rubs the back of my hand, and she gives me an anxious look. “I’ve been so busy learning my dad’s business, and my brother would always scare off any guys I introduced to Dad.”
A ripple of anger moves through my body. What an asshole.
“But you weren’t scared of him.” Her hair falls over her shoulders as she looks up at my face, beaming.
She really thinks of me as a goddamn hero. I wrap my fingers in her silky hair and bring her face closer to mine. Then I kiss her, and that breathless feeling almost takes over. My fingers move to her gorgeous neck, and her shoulders. I play with her dress’ flimsy strap, and then I end the kiss, noticing how red her face is.
Stay in control.
“We should think of a safe word.”
“No,” she breathes. “I don’t want one.”
What? That’s a first. “Why?”
“Cause I’m afraid I’ll use it right away. Please, Joe—just do whatever you want.”
Just do whatever you want.
Jesus Christ.
Fine, then. I will. I’ll fuck her until she screams for mercy. She doesn’t know how dangerous telling me that is, and she can’t take it back.
My hands curl into her hair, massaging the back of her head. Her eyes roll into her head. I have to—I have to at least warn her.
“You’re sure about this? You might regret it.”
“Why?”
“I might be too rough for you to handle.”
She bites her lip and thinks about that for a moment, and then she nods. “Yes, I’m sure.”
All right.
I could just take her to the bed and fuck her hard, but where’s the fun in that? I sit down on the couch and look at the girl in the short red dress, her nipples still perky from the cold. She watches me with a timid smile.
“Take off your dress.”
Marisa blinks. “Don’t you want to—?”
“Shut the fuck up and take off your dress.”
The heat in my voice seems to spur her into action. She kicks off her heels and reaches down to the hem of her dress, teasing it up her white thighs, over her see-through, black lace panties, up her flat stomach and finally over her matching black bra. The sound of it sliding over her skin makes the blood rush to my cock, and then finally she lifts it over her windswept hair and tosses it next to her.
Everything inside me screams to rip off those panties and fuck her.
I lick my lips. “Now climb on top of me.”
She does it slowly. Her knees straddle my waist and her tits are against my face. Her arms lay over the head of the couch, on either side of me. My heart clenches and releases, beating faster as she leans in and kisses me in between quivering breaths. My hands slide over her smooth thighs and ass. Blood rushes to my face as desire leaps inside me. She slides the jacket off my shoulders and then she grabs my tie, pulling me closer to her.
My hands move up her body, relishing the softness and the warmth glowing through her skin. I love the small gasp she makes when I reach up her back and unclasp her bra. Her tits bounce free and the straps slide down her arms, giving me full view of her smoking-hot body. I grab her tits in my hands, feeling her shuddering sighs through them as her chest pulses.
What a marvel it is, the female body—especially hers. She makes my dick hard without even trying. A tingling sensation spreads over my skin. She brushes my hair back and leans into me, her small lips firmly pressed against mine. My hands flatten against her breasts. Goddamn.
I raise my palm up her chest and over the sharp edges of her collarbone. Then I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her away from me. She looks at me, wide-eyed, her lips parted. Marisa is on the cusp of asking me for more.
I haven’t had sex in months. Months. How the fuck did I ever survive?
“Lay down, sweetheart.”
Looking apprehensive, she shifts on my lap, making my cock jump in my pants. Then she slowly lies down on the couch. I squeeze her legs before sliding out from under her to stand up.
Marisa’s body lays below me, the shadows in the living room curving around her body, casting half her beautiful face in darkness. Dark gold hair splays out on the couch. I admire her for a moment, sinking down to my knees to drink her in. I run my hand over her smooth abdomen, and her skin quivers.
Those tits.
Those hips.
All mine.
I want them in my mouth. The couch makes a sound as I lean forward, splaying my hands on her breasts. Her chest blossoms with red and she bites her lips, a small moan easing out of her lips.
“You’re mine, do you understand?”
No, I can tell that she doesn’t.
“Every inch of your body belongs to me tonight.”
I grab ahold of her erect nipples and I pinch them hard. She arches her back and utters a small whimper. I kneel down and lean over her body. My mouth envelops her breast, tongue swirling around her nipple. Marisa arches her back again and grabs my head, uttering sounds that send jolts of electricity to my cock. I squeeze her hard, addicted to her soft flesh. She’s so fucking hot.
And mine.
And the whole world will know it.
I seize a mouthful of her breast and bite down. She bucks underneath me and squeals in pain but I don’t stop until I’m sure I’ve left a mark. I pull back from her shaking body and I see red teeth marks on the side of her breast. It’ll leave a nice bruise. Looking down her flawless body, I see dozens of areas where I could leave a mark. Jesus.
I look at her flushed face. “The next time you squirm, I’ll punish you.”
Leaning over her again, I kiss the red mark, loving how her blood flushes to the surface. The stubble on my cheek scrapes her skin, and her skin trembles, anticipating the bite. God, I love her body. It’s getting harder and harder not to lose control and fuck her senseless.
My lips fasten over the area beneath her breasts. Her body tenses under my hands, but I only kiss her.
“Joe—please.”
Hearing her voice filled with that urgent tone makes me want to grab my cock. Release. It wants release.
No.
Yes.
Fuck.
My hands grope her body as a trembling energy seizes hold of me. I kiss a brutal trail down her abdomen. I bite hard again, and she twists and yelps. She sits up and I grab her shoulders to shove her down, but she’s irresistible. I kiss her panting lips while she undoes my shirt and rips it down my shoulders. Then she attacks me, her tits flush against my naked chest. Our warm bodies joined together. Oh, fuck. I can’t hold off much longer.
I sit down on the couch and yank her body over my legs, so that her smooth ass is under my hands.
“I want to hear you count how many times I spank you.”
“Okay.”
I smile to myself. Fuck. Maybe Jack was right about her. All she needed was a good fuck, and she’ll be mine. If this was all I had to do to get her to listen to me, I would have done it a long time ago.
SMACK
!
The snapping sound of my hand spanking her ass echoes in the living room. Blood flushes to her skin.
“One,” she says in a small voice.
My palm smoothes her red cheek, easing the pain of the smack. I’m going to keep going until I see an imprint of my hand on her ass. Her face turns to the side to look at me. I raise my hand again and she flinches.
SMACK!
“Two!” she gasps.
I spank her again, loving the way she jumps in my hands.
“Three.”
The burn from her skin seems to transfer into my palm. The air cracks with the sound of my palm striking her raw flesh, over and over, but she doesn’t move. She gasps out the last number. Finally, I take her shoulders and pull her upright, onto my lap. She turns into my arms, her ass sitting on my rock hard cock.
Her fingers suddenly tighten around my rigid cock, through my slacks. It thickens in her hands as she leans into my chest and kisses my ear. I’m very sensitive there. Her tongue teases right below my ear, under my jaw. She plants a hot kiss there, and then moves along my jaw, making a blazing trail. My heart pounds faster and her fingers tug at my cock. It jumps in her hands.
“Jesus.”
“Joe, you tease me,” she says, an inch from my face.
I can’t.
She gasps as I stand up suddenly, yanking her arms to bring her upright. I had plans for her. I was going to make her suck my cock, and I was going to mark her a bit more—but my plans dissolve in my mind like flesh in acid.
“Hands behind your back.”
She obeys and I spin her around so that her back faces me. Her ass is still bright red from my hand. My arm wraps around her waist and I pin her against me, my cock digging into her ass.
“See what you do to me?”
Slowly, my body barely an inch from hers, I unravel the belt holding my slacks. A shudder runs up her back when she hears my slacks fall. I suck in breath sharply when she reaches behind herself and lightly grazes my cock. I wrap my belt around her wrists and loop it around and around. She whimpers when I thread the belt through the buckle and pull hard.
Now she’s on a leash. Completely helpless.
I turn her around so that she can see me, all of me. Her blue eyes are fogged over, her mouth open as if I tied the belt around her neck. She’s practically panting for me. I touch her hips, tracing my fingers around the delicate hipbones and then over her shaved pussy. It’s incredibly warm to the touch. She opens her little mouth wider when I do that, blushing hard when I dip my hand and stroke her soaking clit.
“So wet for me.” The smirk in my voice makes her blush. “And helpless.” I want to humiliate her. I want her to beg for me, even though I can barely handle having a tied up naked woman at my disposal. Fuck, I want her.
She trembles forward, unsure on her feet. Her head follows me, desperately seeking a kiss. “Are you just going to humiliate me, or are you going to fuck me?”
If only she knew how hard I’m working to keep myself from doing that. “Maybe, if you’re a good girl.”
Her eyes flash. “Enough of this crap.”
Suddenly, I grip her jaw and give her a small slap on her cheek. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to snap her out of this defiance. “You haven’t fucking let go once. I told you. I’m in control, now. I decide when I fuck you, and if you want my cock inside your sweet pussy, you’ll have to show me.”
Her voice quakes with anger. “Show you what?”
“Show me how much you want me.”
The anger slowly disappears from her face, or it transforms into fervent desire. She kisses me hard, using her tongue, and then rips herself away from me just as quickly. Then she looks down at my waist and back at me. And smiles.
Marisa sinks to her knees. Without her hands, she guides my cock into her mouth. The first contact of her lips makes me inhale sharply. It’s like tongue on steel, flesh on fire. So sudden. So damn good. My hand flies to her head as her tongue moves up and down, and I unconsciously rock my hips into her mouth. Her tight, wet lips are like a suction on my dick. She sucks the head and I swear out loud.
“Goddamn it, Marisa. Yes. Just like that.”
My hands wrap around her head and the urge to take control builds up inside my chest, right inside my heart. I bury myself deep inside her throat. She doesn’t gag, and then I pump a few more times. It’s so fucking hot. She’s tied up and sucking my cock as if her life depends on it, her tongue making swirls on my shaft. The pressure builds behind my cock. I’m going to come. I’m going to, if I don’t stop.
I pull myself out of her lips, breathing hard with her. Then some sort of redness takes over my vision. I get like that sometimes when I’m angry. Can’t see anything else. It’s sort of like that. A haze of desire, telling me what to do. It takes me a few seconds to pull her up and march her to the bedroom, and even less to shove her face first onto the bed.
I yank the belt looped around her arms before she can fall and I climb up behind her. I give her thighs a vicious slap, and she spreads them apart for me. My bulging cock pauses for a moment behind her pussy, and then I shove forward.
Both of us sigh together as I slide into her. Using the belt wrapped around her hands, I thrust forward, yanking her body into my hips. She feels amazing. The tight wet walls contract around my cock, the coiling muscles tugging me as I pull out. Marisa moans so fucking loudly that I think I’ve hurt her, but then her face twists around.
“Faster.”
I grab her hips and she falls forward, her ass sticking up in the air. The wet smacking sounds of our bodies joining together make me wild. I rip my hand down on her ass, making the burn glow again. I lean forward and grab her silky hair, using it like a collar to make her back arch. My cock pulses inside her. She’s so tight—so wet.
“Joe,” she says, her voice low. “You feel so good.”
I pull out suddenly and flip her around, her hands still tied around her back. She hitches her legs up and wraps them around my waist. I sink into her, meeting her lips with my thrusts. There’s nothing like this feeling—like pounding the shit out of a woman who can barely breathe because you’re fucking her so hard. Strangled, feminine gasps fill the bedroom. She cries out nonsensical words as my cock digs into her pussy.
We’re both lost in each other. I can only hear her moans, feel her damp, naked skin under mine, her legs tightened around my waist. Nothing else matters but slamming my hips against her, again and again.
“Joe!”
She screams my name and clenches her teeth, her eyes rolling in her head. Tight muscles contract over my cock, squeezing. Something between a yell and a groan bursts from my throat and I fall over her body, wrapping my arms around her neck. She arches her back, her breasts flush against my chest as pleasure rocks up my legs, making me grind into her. My teeth find her neck and I bite down hard just as my hips convulse with an orgasm so intense, I can feel it in my teeth. I open my mouth, gasping into her hair as the shockwaves continue to rock through my body.
Jesus.
Christ.
Marisa lies underneath me, making a painful face. Oh, shit—her hands. I reach around and untie her, throwing the belt off the bed. Her delicate little hands reach up to touch my face and neck, looking up at me with a satisfied, sleepy look. She kisses me, her lips barely touching mine.
“Joe, you were amazing.”
A smile finds its way across my face. The happy glow still radiates from my chest. “Damn, I needed this.” I lay down on my side, conscious of the fact that I should leave now—but I’m so fucking tired. What a stress relief. Every worry and every tinge of sadness has been fucked right out of me.
She smiles. “Me too.” Marisa traces my lips with a long finger. “That heaviness is gone from your eyes.”
I know exactly what she means, but I try to play dumb. I don’t want to go there.
“I should get going.”
Her fingers tense over my jaw. “What?”
“No string
s, Marisa.”
“Oh, come on. That doesn’t mean you can’t stay.”
No, it doesn’t.
She lays her head on my chest and sudden exhaustion hits me hard. My eyes are heavy. I could stay. I want to stay.
I should go.
But her body curls around mine and I’ve never felt so relaxed and warm. Drifting off is too tempting, and I allow myself to close my eyes.
MARISA
There’s a saying I heard somewhere: All men are beautiful in the dark. It’s only when the lights go on, that the superficial judgments begin.
What a load of bullshit.
Let’s face it; most men I’ve been with certainly were not beautiful in the dark. They were clumsy at worst and brief at best.
It’s the way he touches me. The way he fucks me. He makes me feel irresistible. While the rest—well, had their fun and that was that. I thought I had good sex, but I had no idea. I had no idea how good it could be. None of the men I was ever with were even on the same planet as Joe.
But it’s always the bad boys who are the best in bed, isn’t it? The ones you can’t keep, even if you wanted to.
Disquiet stirs in my chest as I watch him swing his legs over the bed and stalk toward the living room. He thinks I’m still asleep. He returns with his clothes in his arms, still mostly hidden by darkness but clearly audible.
He’s leaving right in the middle of the night like some asshole.
I wait until he’s fully dressed, silently hoping that he’ll lean over and touch me to tell me he’s leaving. He doesn’t. Joe heads straight for the door.
“Going somewhere?”
I hear him pause, and then he walks closer. “Marisa?”
“I’m wide awake,” I say in a clear voice.
Busted.
He sits on the bed next to me. I can’t make out a thing, just his silhouette. “I’ve got some work to do. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.”
He’s obviously lying, and it hurts me. I’m glad it’s dark, because if it wasn’t he’d see the sadness building up in my eyes.
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