by Nic Saint
Chapter 6
Anna didn’t know what to think of the situation. She wanted to make out with Scott just for fun. To satisfy the biological urges of her body. And she’d figured Scott was a good choice—a safe choice. But he turned out to be a lot more passionate than she expected.
For one thing, the way he kissed her wasn’t in the lukewarm way she thought he would. She’d actually figured she’d have to drag him into her bed kicking and screaming. Turned out it was the other way around. He just couldn’t get enough of her.
“Oh,” she sighed when he licked his way across her boobs. The moment she turned off Skype, he was all over her. His hand slipped down between her legs even before they’d settled onto the couch, and he pressed his hardening cock against her thigh the moment he pinned her beneath him.
She liked it. In fact, she liked it a lot—liked him a lot.
As far as she could tell, he’d had some practice in the past. Perhaps even with other women, for he knew exactly which buttons to push to kick her arousal into higher gear. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he eased his way into her panties, and when he cupped her cunt beneath the flimsy fabric, she arched her back, mashing her pussy against his strong fingers, willing him on.
He needed no encouragement. Before she knew what hit her, his fingers had found their way beyond her folds, and he was inside her, exploring her wetness.
“Oh, Scott,” she breathed when he pushed inside her without hesitation, and simultaneously stimulated her clit with his thumb. “Oh, yes.”
He sucked in her tongue, and gently bit it, and she opened her mouth wide, inviting him in.
He quickly stripped her PJ top from her milky white body.
Gazing down across her heaving chest, she could see the lust in his eyes—dark, brooding eyes. She flinched. Instead of a playful session between friends, this was turning into something else entirely. She didn’t mind. She craved sex—her body yearned for it with every fiber, and she didn’t care who fulfilled her need.
She reached down and placed her hand over his towering erection. She quickly flipped the button of his jeans, unzipped him, and freed his rock-hard cock from its confines. Oh, God, he was hard. And huge! She gasped at the sight of him. He was easily the biggest man she’d ever been with.
Without hesitation, he straddled her tits, mashing them down with his buttocks, and positioned his cock directly in front of her face. His grim expression told her all she needed to know. He wanted her to take him into her mouth. She gladly accommodated his unspoken demand, and placed her lips around the wide tip.
He groaned softly when she took him in deeper, and saw his cock disappear between her lips.
“Oh, yes,” he growled as he rocked gently into her mouth.
She licked her way up and down his glistening shaft, cradling his ballsack with her hands, feeling his testicles churning beneath her grip. Scott’s seed was already on the boil, eager to shoot out into her waiting body. And just the thought of all that cum launching at her—into her—made her head spin. She wanted him inside her—now!
As she sucked his cock greedily, he gazed down at her, his eyes dark with lust and his lips slightly parted.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. She swallowed him as best she could, taking him deep into her throat. Spearing herself onto his hot rod, tears sprang into her eyes, and she welcomed them. Once again, her body was revealing its desire to be punished—to be taken hard by her man.
Scott immediately eased up when he saw her face flood with tears.
“Easy now,” he murmured, caressing her hair.
She wanted to tell him that she needed him to fuck her throat like a madman—to punish her—but she couldn’t, lest he’d think she was some kind of freak.
So she let his cock slip from between her lips, and smiled up at him sweetly.
“Wanna fuck me now, Scott?”
He smiled back, and the churning feeling in her gut returned. She needed a man who would take her hard—none of this sweet stuff… Oh, God. She really was a freak, wasn’t she?
He kissed her teary face, and stirred her lips with his, but instead of reducing the pain in her heart, his tenderness merely served to increase her confusion.
“Just… do it, yes?” she murmured.
Confused, he did as he was told, and obediently positioned his cock between her cunt lips, gently spreading them with his wide girth. The moment he entered her, she felt a pang of sorrow. He was such a sweet guy, and she liked him more than any man in her recent past, but his soft approach did little to hit the spot.
“Do it hard,” she dared to ask. She swallowed. “Fuck me hard, Scott.”
She could tell from the expression on his face he was at a loss for what it really was she was asking him to do. Awkwardly, he pumped into her, and the moment his thick cock stretched the velvety walls of her cunt, she felt something uncoil deep inside her. This was what she needed. A man’s hard dick filling her up. This was what she’d missed all this time.
“Oh, yes, baby,” she sighed. “Oh, yes. Fuck me—fuck me, Scott.”
He complied by giving a short grunt, thrusting deeper between her folds, and slamming all the way inside her. She could feel him reach the depths of her womanhood—his cockhead stirring her cervix. God, he was big!
But as he rocked inside her, the anticipation she’d felt quickly gave way to disappointment. He was too gentle—too tender! And she simply didn’t know how to make him see this wasn’t what she needed.
So she simply lay back and allowed her cunt to be gently stimulated. As he pumped in and out of her, she could tell that he, too, was less than thrilled.
Of course—what did she expect? He was used to plumbing the depths of a man’s anus, not a woman’s pussy. He was probably just as bored as she was. The thought depressed her. She’d hoped for an evening of fun, and all she got was boring sex…
“Perhaps… we should stop,” she finally said.
He jerked his head up at these words, his eyes wide. Did she detect a hint of rage behind those beautiful eyes? She couldn’t be sure. Why would he be angry? He should be relieved to be released from what obviously was simply an ordeal to him.
“If that’s what you want,” he said gruffly, and abruptly pulled out of her, leaving her feeling even more empty inside than before.
She quickly curled up onto the sofa, her heart heavy. Tears once again flooded her cheeks—she couldn’t help it. Had she just lost the only friend she had?
For a moment, she thought he’d left—fully expecting the door to slam—but then she felt the coarseness of a blanket covering her naked body, and then he stretched out behind her and they were spooning, his strong arms enveloping her, and his lips tenderly kissing her neck.
That was when the floodgates opened, and she broke down for real, sobbing and wailing.
He turned her around in his arms, and she found herself crying into his chest, all the while being rocked by the man she’d sorely disappointed.
“I’m sorry,” she hiccuped. “I’m sorry, Scott.”
“Shh,” he murmured. “It’s all right, honey. It’s all right.”
He was so gentle—so tender. She felt so confused. So conflicted. What she really needed right now wasn’t tenderness. She needed an animal. A beast who would take from her what he wanted and kick her ass to the curb once he was through.
Oh, God. What the hell was wrong with her?
Chapter 7
Scott had never fallen for a woman as hard as this. Even Roland was surprised by his little brother’s sudden transformation.
“Don’t tell me you’ve gone and fallen in love,” Roland said.
“Afraid so,” grumbled Scott. He didn’t really want to say the words out loud, for fear they might prove a self-fulfilling prophecy, but in his heart he already knew them to be true: he was in love with Anna Moonstone. That funny, funky girl.
The two brothers were holed up in what Rolan
d called his control room. From here, he kept tabs on the many enemies the family had made over the years. A wall of monitors cast their harsh light across the small space, the images originating from the dozens of cameras Roland and his small crew of security personnel had installed all across the city. They all had one thing in common: they tracked every movement of the members of a single family: the descendants of Harlan de Montesquieu, patriarch of one of the wealthiest families in the country.
“So you fell for a salesgirl?” said Roland, his green eyes never leaving the monitors. “Dad will love that.”
“Dad doesn’t need to know,” Scott was quick to interject. He directed a stern look at his older brother. “Unless you tell him.”
Roland, who was Scott’s spitting image except for more worry lines around the eyes and a harsher set to his mouth, chuckled. “Horses couldn’t drag your sordid tale from my lips, Scott. Trust me. If—when he finds out, it won’t be from me.”
“Thanks. I guess,” said Scott morosely. He could just imagine his dad’s reaction when he came home with Anna on his arm. Look what I found at Thornton’s department store, dad. A girlfriend.
“You always had lousy taste in women, buddy,” said Roland, stretching his athletic frame.
“She’s different,” said Scott quietly.
Roland looked up, probably noticing the difference in his little brother’s voice. “Yeah, I guess she is. You’ve never fallen in love before as far as I can tell.”
“Never,” agreed Scott. He sighed, and slumped in his seat. “The worst part of it is—we had sex last night.”
Roland laughed. “You’re a quick worker.”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Oh?”
“She thinks I’m gay, remember?”
“You and your games,” his older brother scoffed.
“Not my game, Ro,” he stressed.
Roland merely shook his head. “I swear, Scott. Something like this can only happen to you.” He frowned. “You’re saying you had sex with her?”
“Yes. That’s the trouble.” He hesitated, but then decided to forge ahead. He’d always been able to discuss anything with Roland, and he liked to think his big brother confided in him as well. “She hated it.”
Roland looked genuinely surprised now. “Come again?”
Scott grimaced, and repeated, “She hated it. I—I don’t know what happened but… there was no spark. I just couldn’t get her excited, you know?”
“No, I don’t know,” said Roland, still staring at him. “Are you telling me that the great Scott, the man who has bedded more women than Casanova in his prime, couldn’t satisfy a… salesgirl?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” said Scott. He hung his head. “I don’t know what to do, bro. It’s the first time this has ever happened to me. She actually told me to stop.”
Roland folded his hands behind his head and looked thoughtful. “Let me recap. You fell in love with this girl. She thinks you’re gay. You still managed to have sex with her but things went south from there.”
“She wanted to have sex,” corrected Scott, wanting to draw the correct picture. “I never asked.”
Roland shook his head. “Weirder and weirder.” He shot out his hands, palms up. “I’m sorry, buddy. This thing baffles me.”
“Yeah, me too,” said Scott. He’d done nothing but think about Anna and what had happened between them the night before.
“Hey,” said Roland, “here’s a thought. Maybe she’s just not into you, bub. Ever considered that?”
“I have,” said Scott miserably. “And I think you’re probably right. She likes me as a friend, but nothing more.”
Roland patted his arm commiseratively. “Welcome to the world of heartache and pain, buddy.”
Suddenly something on Roland’s screens caught Scott’s eye. Was that… Excitedly, he pointed to one of the screens. “Where is that?”
Roland looked up and squinted. “Erm, that’s Ty’s place, isn’t it? That new club he just opened up in Manhattan? What’s the name, um…”
“The Capital?”
Roland snapped his fingers. “That’s it.” He peered at the screen. It was just a wide shot of the club’s interior. The place was packed—wall to wall ravers going nuts to the usual mix of techno music, Red Bull and whatever substance took their fancy.
Scott eyed the screen intently. “I could have sworn… There! That’s her!”
“Huh? Her who?”
Scott jumped from his seat and stabbed a finger at a female figure on the small screen. He would have recognized her everywhere, and seeing her now made his heart leap. Excitedly, he turned to his big brother. “It’s Anna.”
Roland’s eyebrows shot up. “Your Anna?
“Well, technically she’s not my—”
“What’s she doing in Ty’s place?” interrupted Roland, a worried frown marring his handsome features.
Scott shrugged. “Just having fun? It’s Saturday night. And contrary to what you might think, some people do like to party and not spend the evening cooped up at home watching surveillance feeds.”
Roland shook his head as he sank back into his chair. “I don’t like it. First you tell me you’ve gone and fallen in love with the babe.”
“She’s not a babe. She’s—”
“And now she’s draped all over Ty’s arm.”
“What!” Scott’s eyes swiveled back to the screen. To his horror, Roland was right. Anna wasn’t merely dancing. She was dancing with… that guy! “Goddammit!” he thundered, thumping the desk with his fist.
“My sentiments exactly,” grumbled Roland, eyeing the screen darkly. “Remember what Dad always says? There’s no such thing as a coincidence when it comes to the Montesquieus.” Gravely, he added, “You need to consider the fact that this Anna isn’t merely a salesgirl after all, Scott. She may be one of Ty’s spies.”
Scott stared at the screen, his anger flaring up more with every movement of Anna and her hulking dance partner.
“Ty de Montesquieu,” he growled, clenching his fist. “Get your filthy hands off my girl!”
“Better yet,” countered Roland, “get your filthy girl off my brother.”
Scott’s head snapped around, and it was all he could do not to punch his brother in the gut. But then he saw the curious expression on Roland’s face, and he grunted, “What?”
Roland merely gestured to the screen, and when Scott looked up, he felt the floor shift beneath his feet. Next to the first screen, another one displayed the interior of a small room, consisting of nothing but a single bed. Ty’s sex dungeon. The door to the room had just opened, and Ty and Anna had entered.
“You better stop watching now, Scott,” warned Roland.
Scott sank back onto his chair, his jaw dropping and his blood turning to ice.
Ty de Montesquieu had just thrown Anna onto the bed and was slowly stripping off his pants…
Chapter 8
The moment Ty pushed her down onto the bed, Anna felt a familiar zing of anticipation coursing through her body. The situation reminded her of that night with her boss. Here was a man who took what he wanted and didn’t take no for an answer.
She’d followed Susie’s advice and decided to spend the night on the town, checking out one of the hottest new clubs. Susie wasn’t much of a friend, but for lack of anyone else to confide in, she’d told her about what had happened with Scott the night before.
She’d been quite shocked when Susie had laughed her ass off!
“Scott? A miserable lover? God! And to think I had a crush on that guy!”
“Yeah, me too,” confessed Anna.
Susie studied her with a sly smile. “That’s what you get for dating a gay guy, huh?”
“I guess,” agreed Anna. She shook her head. “I should never have put him in that position.”
Susie shook her head and laughed again, holding her hand before her mouth.
They were queuing up outside The Capital, but wh
en the bouncer spotted them, he gestured them to the front of the line and let them in, much to the protest of the others.
“Let’s party!” Susie said, and immediately disappeared into the crowd. Anna, finding herself alone, felt her mood plummet. She wanted to forget about what happened with Scott, but she wasn’t sure that spending the night with a bunch of sweaty strangers moving to some groovy beats would do the trick.
And that’s when a dark, handsome stranger had walked up to her and offered her a drink. His head was cleanly shaven and he was dressed in black from head to toe. His aquiline nose gave him an air of danger, as did his penetrating eyes and small scar cleaving his left eyebrow.
Taking him in, she knew instinctively he was trouble. Big trouble, even. At the same time, she knew he was exactly what she needed, so she’d accepted the drink, and the next, and soon found herself being roughly shoved up against his hard frame, his lips grinding against hers, and when he shoved his tongue down her throat, she felt her last resistance succumbing to his harsh treatment.
His eyes were dark and unyielding and his face hard and inscrutable, and when he invited her upstairs, to his ‘love temple’, she’d followed him without hesitation.
“Spread em, bitch,” he growled the moment he’d released his hard cock from his boxers. She immediately spread her legs. Bending over her, he yanked her pantyhose and lace slip down with one vicious pull, and unceremoniously shoved his fingers up her cunt, pushing her knees down to the mattress.
“Oh,” she cried as he entered her, but she knew she was wet already.
He reached one hand up, and grabbed her tits hard, squeezing them—digging in his nails. He then ripped open her black blouse, violently pulled off her bra and squeezed down on her naked tit while his other hand kept molesting her cunt. Wet sounds attested to her readiness to be taken hard by this brute.
He smirked when he retracted his finger and smeared her cunt juices across her thigh. “You’re a filthy little bitch, aren’t you?”
She nodded. He had her number. She was a filthy bitch.