He climbed off the bed and peeled his black t-shirt off over his head. I could only stare, my chest heaving up and down as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops.
“Give me your hands,” he said, staring deep into my eyes.
I trembled and picked my hands up off the mattress, holding them up. My head was screaming to pull them back as he wrapped his belt around them, securing them together. He crawled to the headboard and buckled his belt to a post over my head, leaving me completely defenseless and at his mercy. He climbed back off the bed and unbuckled his blue jeans, pulling them off his legs with his boots.
“Why are you smiling like that?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Just admiring my work.”
He slid his boxers off and crawled up over me, hovering over me while he studied my body.
“You’re work?”
“I think you are going to be my greatest conquer yet.”
I closed my eyes in defeat. “I don’t want to be just a notch on your bedpost, Daemon.”
“You’re not a notch, sweetness.” He crawled up next to me and caressed my body. “You are a complete bedroom overhaul.”
I wasn’t convinced and he knew.
“Do you want me to complicate things and tell you I’m in love with you? Tell you I can’t continue until I have you?”
“Are you?”
He didn’t answer me, but I knew. A man like Daemon doesn’t fall in love. He conquers.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, staring at me.
I felt his hands between my legs and my chin quivered.
“Tell me right now that you don’t want me to fuck you, and I’ll put my clothes back on, take my belt off your wrists that have you bound and helpless to me, and I will leave.” He trailed the tip of his tongue along my jawline before pulling back.
All I could do was shake my head.
“You don’t want to tell me to leave, do you,sweetness?”
I shook my head again.
“Hmm. This puts us in a situation then, doesn’t it?”
He lowered himself down on his elbows, his mouth only inches from my ear. He surrounded my breast with his hand and toyed with my nipple, whispering to me, “Tell me you want me to fuck you, and I will.”
My breath caught. I tried to stretch up toward him to kiss him,buthepulled away just enough, grinning his devious grin.
“Tell me.”
“Why are you toying with me, Daemon?”
The mere sound of his name on my lips was enough to make that reckless and wild feeling flare up.
“Because you need this,” he said, kissing me hard. “You are too controlled in your life.” He trailed his mouth down my neck. “Everything carefully laid out before you,” he mumbled while he flicked my nipple with his tongue. “College, marriage, white picket fence, two point five kids, dog.” He moved back up to my face and smiled. “You need me in your life, or at least in your memory when you’re sitting down to have your morning coffee before rushing the kids out the door to school.”
I could only stare at him, feeling like a complete amateur as he pulled at my strings. I pulled at the belt that bound me, wanting to slap him, or kiss him, or force him inside me.
“Say it,” he growled. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck me.”
I shuddered and swallowed hard.
“I want you… to fuck me, Daemon.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He buried his hands underneath me and picked my bottom up off the bed before pushing the head of his cock into my opening. He stopped before he entered me and smiled as he looked into my eyes like he was enjoying the moment before deflowering me. He gripped my hips,and I held my breath.
He pushed himself toward me,and I felt my pussy stretch open like a tight rubber band. I concentrated on his lips until I felt pain. He stopped only for a moment before thrusting into me until he couldn’t get his groin any closer to mine. He moved back and forth his hands still gripping my hips. He reached up and unhooked the belt, releasing my hands.
“You’re too tense. Relax your body. Allow the pleasure to penetrate you, sweetness.”
I took a big breath and relaxed my muscles,burying my hands in his hair, and the pleasure swirled with the pain I felt. It was beginning to feel good, really good. I moved my hips with hisand he lowered himself on top of me. He smelled so good like leather mixed with gasoline, and he moved his body against mine like I was his motorcycle and he was on a long ride, picking up the speed and grunting into each push he penetrated me with. I opened my legs wider, panting and moaning as he fucked me. My arousal wrapped around me and seeped into every fiber of my being, fueling an orgasm that was building deep inside me.
“I have a surprise for you,” he said, pulling himself away from me. I felt lost and vulnerable when he rolled off the bed. I wanted to beg him not to stop, but he picked me up and led me to the dresser. Moving some items from the top, he turned me around facing the front. It reached as high as my stomach just past my belly button, so when he picked me up and put me on the top on my stomach, my feet didn’t touch the floor. The edge of the dresser supported my upper body to my pubic bone. The rest of me just hung off the front with my ass toward him. It was extremely awkward until his hands caressed my ass and his fingers slid in and out of me, my arousal flying at full mass again. He pushed my legs open and penetrated me again, his cock pushing inside until he had filled me. He moved back and forth, his hands gripping my hips. He slammed his body into me repeatedly, my body jarring back and forth on the top of the dresser. I reached my arms out and gripped the other side as it slid back and forth. He slowed his pace, his fingers finding my clit and moving in small circles around clit. An inferno flew through me instantly, seizing my body and stiffening my muscles. This wave of ecstasy surrounded me and consumed my senses,and I heard myself moaning through it until he pulled out and let out a deep moan. I felt a warm substance cover my ass and lower back as he came on me.
He helped me down off the dresser, pulling my towel off the bed and wrapping it around my body. He pulled me into him with it and kissed me with this deep primal kiss that a woman craves to feel when she’s with her lover. He moaned into the kiss, causing vibrations to penetrate me. He let go of my towel and it dropped to the floor, stepping back and watching me. His tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lips repeatedly as I bent down and picked it up, wrapping myself back up with it.
“I don’t think that is going to be the last time I visit you,” he said.
He walked by me and slapped my ass before scooping his clothes up off the floor and disappearing into the bathroom.
I collapsed on to the side of the bed and glanced at my dress. My hand caressed my nipple through the towel,and I smiled, feeling that reckless and wild feeling he described.
Chapter 7
I still walked down the aisle in the backyard of Josh’s parent’s beautiful home with family and friends surrounding us, and I still married Josh with a smile on my face. Luckily, Daemon stood off to the side out of my sight, so I could concentrate on being the good little virgin Josh thought I still was.
Daemon was right; I needed to fuck him. I needed to do something out of my range before settling down with Josh. It would be our dirty little secret. He threatened to visit me again and whether he made good on that promise or not gave me something crazy to look forward to.
The wedding went off without a hitch,and the reception was even more beautiful. I leaned over toward my new husband and squeezed his knee.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” I asked. “I’d love to start our honeymoon sooner rather than later.”
“I’ve been looking forward to finally being able to make love to you. Come on, let’s go.”
He took my hand,and we snuck out of the hall, leaving everyone to enjoy the rest of the evening without us. As soon as we got to our hotel room, I grabbed Josh and kissed him the way Daemon kissed me in the guest house, aggressively and with a lot of tongue. Josh looked
at me with questions,and I bit my lip as I stripped my dress from my body.
“I’m just really horny, Josh. I don’t have to hold back anymore.” I kissed him hard, pulling at his tuxedo. “I have been waiting for this moment all my life, and now we don’t have any reason to wait. I want you inside me.”
He wrapped his arms around me,and we collapsed into the bed. The sex was fine, but after what Daemon did to me, I wanted more. I craved to feel that adrenaline rush he gave me.
“Let’s try something,” I said, sitting up quickly. I got up and pulled himout of bed.
“What are you doing, Sophie?”
“Shhh.”
I walked him out of the bedroom since the dresser there was much too high to climb on. There was a piano in the living room and it was perfect for what I wanted Josh to do to me. I jumped up on the top and positioned myself the way Daemon showed me the night before. I felt myself getting hot,and I bit my lip playfully in anticipation of Josh’s touch. I spread my legs, caressing my pussy with my hand so he could see from the back. My arousal quickly grabbed hold of me,and I looked back at him. But he didn’t touch me, and he didn’t look like he wanted to fuck me. He just stood there frozen and stared at me. I moved my fingers around my clit as images of Daemon filled my thoughts. An orgasm pounded into me like a tsunami from out of nowhere, leaving me shaking.
“The Daemon Special,” he said dryly.
Daemon had told me I needed to do something reckless and wild, but he didn’t mention that it would have ruined me for any other man in my life, especially his brother.
Story 21
It had been several years since my parents had drifted apart. They had eventually settled on divorce, no matter what they tried there was no bringing back that spark that they had once had. I saw it fade right before my eyes. I could see that my father wanted to move on, after a short while he was already lonely, but no woman seemed to stick around long enough to get to know him like my mother had.
It was just my him and I for the longest time. I was freshly nineteen years of age and had just begun college by this time. It was a new and awkward time in my life and I was loving every second of it. Usually, I was quite the introvert, but starting my tertiary studies pushed me to slowly creep out of my shell. I was being coaxed into uncomfortable situations left and right, perhaps that was what urged me to do what I did.
On one particularly lonely night, my dad came home from work and as he generally did after a long day, collapsed on the couch beside me. He sighed heavily.
“How was your day?” he asked me. We chatted nonchalantly for awhile when the topic arose.
“Not that I don't enjoy your company kid, but I feel like I am missing something these days,” I knew what he was getting at. He needed a woman in his life, someone to care for him and love him unconditionally, or as it would turn out, conditionally. I knew that he was struggling. I wondered what I could possibly do to help him find what he was missing.
That was when it hit me. It took a few thoughts to pass before I settled on one that could actually resolve this dilemma. It was an outrageous thought to say the least, but I was sure that after everything, all that he had tried, this would help my dad get out of his evident funk.
“Have you tried internet dating?” I questioned. Being the technologically challenged man that he was, I already knew the answer.
“No, I haven't even thought of it,” he confessed, blushing. I offered to help him set up a few accounts, to get the ball rolling. We searched for a few things, mostly sites that were insistent on long term relationships, not just hook ups. He was past that for sure. He needed something real.
“I am heading to bed,” it was getting late and reading the messages he was receiving was creeping me out just a little, after all this was a little too close for me, his son, to be in this situation. The women he was speaking to were getting too hot and heavy for my liking.
He smiled toward the computer screen, the bright like gleaming off his face as he replied.
“Alright son, I'll see you in the morning,” he said. He barely even looked at me as I made my way out of the room and up the stairs. I wondered within myself what I had gotten him into. In a swift few months I would certainly find out, but I was no psychic. How was I to know at this point in time? Looking back on it, to that night, I am not even sure if I would have changed a thing. We would both learn a lesson or two from this experience.
I laid my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes. I fought back the images of the text flashing up across the screen downstairs, drawing my father in. Soon he would be getting more action than I ever had. I only wished that I had the drive to do something about it like he did. I was still a virgin at the tender age of nineteen, but sex had never really been at the forefront of my mind. I guessed that was why nothing had changed for me. I was just waiting for the right woman, and she would be arriving in my home soon enough.
The next morning I lazily walked down the polished, wooden staircase and into the kitchen. I could smell bacon and eggs, the delectable scent entered my nostrils from afar and coaxed me forward. I still had hours until I had to leave for college, but to be honest, I wanted to know if my father had gotten very far with any of the ladies he was chatting up online. I had introduced him to a whole new world and I hoped I would not regret it.
“Good morning!” he exclaimed as I entered. I sat down at the bench and seconds later a plate piled high with food landed before me.
“You're in a good mood,” I muttered through a mouthful of food. He nodded vigorously.
“Thank you for your input, won't be long and you might have a new mom, well step-mom.” he joked. I laughed half-heartedly. Little did I know his statement was half joke but whole earnest. It should not have come as a shock, I knew what he wanted and I knew how badly he wanted it. One thing I knew about my dad was that when he set his mind to something, he achieved it one hundred percent of the time. It was a trait that we shared.
The weeks passed slowly, summer gave way to fall and the weather began to get colder as the winter months approached. One evening, as we sat down to watch the football as we always did, he suggested that we have a 'talk'.
“Sure, what was on your mind?” I asked him. It sounded serious. I looked him in the eye as he stuttered what he had to say.
“I-I think I'm in love,” he announced. My jaw basically dropped. I had no words, and even if I did, there was no way I could have uttered them. So many questions ran through my mind, I was overwhelmed. I had not even seen him with a woman. I had not witnessed him readying himself for a date. Where did this come from?
“Who?” that was all I could get out. The suspense was legitimately killing me. I had to know and I knew that I would find out in a few seconds once he mustered up the courage.
“I found this new site, one which is basically just women looking for something more, like marriage.” it was ominous. I sort of knew where it was going, but I restrained myself from interrupting.
“Her name is Anika, she is from Russia,” now it was clear, a Russian mail order bride. Of course. I never thought that my father would consider such a thing. I suppose I was wrong. I listened intently, despite my hesitations she seemed to make him really happy.
“She is coming to America next week to meet me and if I play my cards right we might even get married soon,” I must have had such a confused expression plastered across my face. His brow furrowed as he eagerly awaited my response. I shook myself off and realised there was nothing I could do but support hi, I just hoped that she would not hurt him like so many women before her.
“I'm really happy for you, dad,” I smiled getting up and walking over to give him a comforting hug. I could tell how hard it had been for him to reveal this to me and I was glad that he did. Now all that was left was for us both to prepare for her arrival, I only wished that she would stay.
All too soon the day arrived when Anika would be joining us in our modest family home. My dad had spent all week preparing,
cleaning the house and making his bedroom extra welcoming for her, The sheets were new and the room smelled of lavender with the new pot-puris he had spread throughout the house. I was almost as nervous as he was. My heart beat fast as he drove away, on his journey to pick her up from the airport. Thankfully I had the morning off college so I was able to be thee when he came back from his short trip.
I heard him pulling into the driveway, the gravel rattling beneath the tires of the car as he rolled in to the home base. I held my breath, I hoped that she was everything that he was searching for.
The door knob turned and he walked into the entrance way, holding her hand. As soon as I saw her I knew that I was in a world of trouble.
“This is Anika,” he introduced her proudly as she strode in behind him. She was a dream, quite frankly every mans perfect woman. Her long, brown hair flowed effortlessly behind her, curled loosely and hanging over her slender shoulders and down her back. Her skin was pale and flawless. Her figure was the first thing that I noticed. She was tall and slim with ample breasts and wide hips that swayed as she walked. Her tight skirt and tank top definitely did its best to show off all of her amazing assets to me, a young, single virgin in the midst of Miami. Even with the plethora of women that surrounded me daily, there was no one that could hold a candle to her.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” I said politely, extending a had to shake hers. She grasped it gently and shook it. Her fingers were warm and inviting, much like her vibrant smile. I looked over at my dad and noticed something I had not seen in a very long time, he looked at her like she was his entire world. Since mom left that was somewhat of a rarity and I treasured his obvious affliction.
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