by Livia Grant
We both groan.
“You ready to get your brains fucked out?” I grip her hips and back up, slam in again, hard.
She gasps. “Fuck you.” The words fly out of her mouth like bullets.
I chuckle. I love the fight in her. She wouldn’t respect herself if she didn’t give it back to me the whole way through, because she doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body.
Which doesn’t mean she doesn’t love being mastered.
I thrust harder, holding her hips still. I love having this angle because I can get. So. Deep. Straight to her G-spot if I work it right.
Her splayed knees slide further apart; her pussy gushes arousal. Judging by the sounds coming from her throat, I found the magic button.
I bite my lips to keep from encouraging her, not wanting to break character. Inside my head I’m chanting, that’s it, baby. Take your pleasure. Take every inch of mine.
“Please,” she begs. I doubt she’s ever begged for anything in her life.
I’m incapable of denying her.
“Take it,” I growl and slam deep, throwing my body over hers. I fist her hair and pull her head back so I can see her orgasm face.
Priceless.
Fucking priceless.
Her mouth flies open wide, eyes roll back in her head. Her tight cunt squeezes my cock with a pulsing that nearly kills me.
And the scream. The scream of pleasure will be the soundtrack I beat off to for the rest of my life. Hell, this whole scene will be.
And I’m not nearly done.
I thrust a few times with my face right up against her temple. “You know what I’m gonna do now, baby? I’m gonna fuck that pretty ass of yours.” She starts to shake her head, and I make a sharp sound of disapproval.
“You think I don’t know how to make it work for you?” I back up and thrust in again, slapping her ass with my loins. “I fucking do. And that’s why you’re going to nod that pretty head and tell me yes, you want me to show you what you’ve been missing your whole life.”
She nods, wincing because I still have her hair. I release it and rub the back of her head, rewarding her for her decision. I have to back off the non-consensual vibe a bit for this. I know it’s pushing her boundaries way wider than she intended, and I’m going to make good on my promise to deliver it right.
She agreed faster than I expected, which helps the part of my conscience telling me I’m going too far.
I move quickly, wanting to keep her on the high of her orgasm. I pull out and rub my sheathed cock with a heavy application of lube, which I’d stowed in my pocket earlier, along with a bullet vibrator. I apply another dollop to her anus and work my thumb in. The muscles are elastic, still stretched from the plug I used earlier.
I turn on the vibrator and shove it between her legs, right against her clit. “You keep this pussy wet while I fuck your ass good and hard, understand?”
She bucks beneath me, some of the fight returning to her.
I clap a hand down on her nape, holding her still. “Don’t fight me here, baby, or you’ll be sorry. This is where you lie down and take it. The only choice you have in this matter is how hard you’re gonna orgasm.”
She moans and grinds down on the vibrator, and I know I’m still on the right track.
“Now take my cock.” I say like an order, but I don’t force anything. The tip of my dick presses gently against her anus, and I wait until the muscles open on their own. When they do, I ease forward, slowly.
She mewls, writhes. Her hands twist in the bonds, scrunch into fists and open again.
I pause and wait, let her get used to the sensation of having me in her ass. After a moment, she makes an impatient sound and pushes back.
I smile and inch forward a little more. A little more. There’s plenty of lube and I’m giving her lots of time.
Her thigh muscles flex, heels kick, but she’s still pushing back at me, taking me deeper.
The fit is unbelievably tight, but I don’t allow myself to indulge in the pleasure. Not until I’m sure she’s getting everything she needs.
I ease back and push in again.
She lets out a guttural sound.
“Okay, baby?” I have to drop character and ask, because if I pushed her too far, I’d never forgive myself.
“Yes,” she gasps.
I give a mental fist pump and slowly rock in and out of her.
She pants and whimpers, curling and opening her fingers faster.
“That’s it, beautiful girl.” Now I’ve totally forgotten the scene. I can only praise her for what she’s given to me. “I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life. You ready?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes,” she moans, flapping her hands at the small of her back.
“You look so goddamn beautiful like that. I just want to fuck you all night.” I pick up my speed, plunge a little faster, a little deeper.
“Need…” she whines.
“I know what you need. You need to have your ass fucked hard, that’s what you need.”
“Yes.”
I slap her ass with my flesh on the instrokes, giving it to her with more velocity, more force.
“I need—oh god. Please, Victor. Please, please, please.”
I lose my mind. My thighs quake, balls tighten. “Fuck, yeah!” I shout. I shove in deep and stay there. Cum shoots down my shaft, filling the condom as I bounce slightly against her ass.
“Yes, yes!” she screams. Her knees fly out from under her, and I flatten her to the floor, just the sofa cushion holding her hips from the carpet.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, shoving a hand down the front of her dress to roughly squeeze one breast.
She shudders beneath me, her muscles flexing and releasing.
“Beautiful woman.” I kiss her neck.
We catch our breaths together, two bodies as one. I gradually become aware I’m crushing her beneath me and ease off and out of her. I untie her wrists and remove my belt from her neck. Then I pull up her panties and dispose of the condom. When I come back, she’s still lying the way I left her.
“Are you okay, angel?” I crouch beside her and stroke her hair.
“Mmm hmm.” Her response is faint, but positive.
I want to get a washcloth to clean her up, but there’s no way I’d leave her now. I remember they have showers available at Black Light. “Do you want to take a shower, baby?”
“Mmm.”
Was that a yes or no? She must be way out of it. I hope in the best way possible.
“Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you off the floor.” I roll her up into my arms and gaze down at her face. Her eyes are unfocused and glassy, pupils dilated.
She seems to return to herself under my scrutiny. “I’m okay.” Her face flushes, like she’s embarrassed to have been so out of control. She sits up on my knee, and I help her to her feet.
“I-I’m just going to go to the restroom,” she says, already starting off on unsteady legs.
“Hang on, baby, I’ll walk you there.”
She waves a dismissive hand. “I’m good.”
I don’t love leaving her on her own, but maybe after anal sex, she wants to clean up in privacy. I may be dominant, but I’m not the kind who insists on watching his sub pee and wiping her twat, so I let her go, even though it feels all wrong.
When she doesn’t come out, the alarms start going off in my head.
Chapter 5
Mariana
God, I feel so out of it. I totter to the bathroom, needing to pull it together. My limbs are loose and limp, and my pussy and ass thrum from the pounding they took. My brain is running some weird loop of no thought-blaring thoughts.
The blaring thoughts run somewhere along the line of what the fuck just happened?
It’s like my mind can’t quite compute it all, can’t sort through the fiction and nonfiction of the scene. Which parts were real. Which were play. Which doesn’t make sense, because everything had been so clear in the moment.
I stare at myself in the mirror, not even sure who I’m looking at. It’s like I’ve been drugged. My whole reality just flipped, and I don’t even know who I am.
What did I just do?
A small wedge of shame creeps in.
Did I really just let myself be pseudo-raped? Me, the girl who punched Tommy Grayson in the nose for grabbing my boob in sixth grade? The woman who takes shit from no one?
Why?
Why would I do such a thing? I can’t even comprehend.
Suddenly, I just want to get the fuck out of there. Not the bathroom, Black Light. I don’t care about the bet; I can’t think about the handsome man waiting for me outside the locker room. I just need some fresh air and space.
I push out the door and bee-line it for the security room.
“Mariana!” Victor calls. I knew there’d be no escaping him.
I don’t look back, just lift my hand in a sort of wave. “I gotta get something from my locker,” I call out.
I know he’s following me, but he’s not actually the kind of guy to run up and grab me. I know that in my gut. I know he’s not the enemy here. But I just need to be alone and get my head together. This has all been too intense. I can’t see him now. I shouldn’t see him again because—dear lord—look what I just did with him! That wasn’t me at all, and I’m so fucking confused about why I liked it and what it says about me.
A deep sea of shame rolls through me. Why would I ever get off on being forced?
And I did get off.
Hard.
The craziest orgasms of my life.
And I let him fuck my ass.
That right there should tell me I need to run very far away.
I’m almost to the security room when Sara comes running up. “There you are. Mari, what’s up? Are you okay?” She’s out of breath and concern sends her words out on a higher pitch.
Dammit.
She knows me too well.
This is exactly the kind of thing I was trying to avoid. I don’t need my baby sister peering in my face asking if something’s wrong. I just need to disappear.
She grabs my elbow and pulls me to a stop. “Mariana.”
“I’m fine, I just…”
But the second I see her worried face, it’s like something bad really did happen to me. The fiction spills over into reality and becomes a real trauma.
Oh, fuck no—I’m crying. Like, I seriously lose it. My face crumples, and the tears fall down my face like a freaking shower.
Of course, that only throws Sara into total victim protection mode. She wraps her arm around my shoulders and hustles me back to the women’s locker room. “Oh my god, what happened?”
“Nothing. Nothing.” I try so fucking hard to turn off the waterworks, but it only makes me choke on a sob. “Seriously, nothing happened. I don’t know why I’m losing it.” I sink onto a bench and swipe at my tears.
The door reverberates with a loud pounding. “Mariana?” Victor’s deep voice is laced with worry. He knocks again, like he’s trying to bash the door in.
I wave my hand defensively in the direction of the door.
“He can’t come in here,” Sara says. “Now tell me what happened.”
I give an unattractive snuffle-snort, trying to get my breath under control. “Nothing. Really. I just want to get out of here.”
Sara puts her hands on her hips with the don’t fucking lie to me stare. “You have to tell me what happened.”
I get up and pull a wad of toilet paper from a roll, use it to dry my eyes and blow my nose. “Listen. You stay here and have fun. I’m going to head back to your place and have some wine, chill out. This has just been intense, and I need to regroup.”
When the puckers don’t leave Sara’s forehead, I say, “Really. I’m fine. Can you just get rid of him so I can get out of here?” I gesture to the door, which is shaking from being pounded again.
“Do we need to file a complaint on him?”
I shake my head quickly. “No. He did nothing wrong. I just don’t want to see him again.”
It feels all wrong, but the words are out. They are what the normal Mariana would say. And mean.
Whatever’s happened to make me this new Mariana needs to be expunged, even if it means I leave my heart flopping on the floor of this locker room like a fish out of water.
Victor
I am seriously about to lose my shit.
Something went wrong with our scene and now Mariana—the fucking goddess warrior—is crying in the locker room.
I get the feeling it takes a shit ton to make that woman cry, and that makes me want to gouge my own eyes out with a fork.
And beat down this fucking door to get to her.
Because if there’s one thing I know, it’s that every second I’m away from her is a second I’ve lost in making this right. I know every moment counts against me.
If I let this separation go on much longer, she’s never going to want to talk to me again.
“Mariana?” I boom again. “Open the door. Please, just let me talk to you.”
“Get lost.” The voice isn’t Mariana’s. Must be her sister’s. I saw her go into the locker room with her.
“Mariana.” Fuck. I can’t stand talking through a door, with the crowd of people gathering behind me like this is some fucking show, but if it’s my only choice, I’ll do it.
I lower my voice, but bring my mouth right to the crack of the door. “Please tell me you don’t feel violated. I would fucking rip the throat out of any man who degraded you, baby. If you think I did, I’ll shoot off my own fucking dick.”
I hear Mariana’s choked voice, but I can’t make out the words. She’s not talking to me, she’s talking to her sister.
“Go. Away,” her sister snarls. “Back the fuck away from this door or I’ll get security over here so fast your head will spin.”
Security is already here. Terry, otherwise known as Muscles at the club, stands beside me, assessing the situation.
Goddammit.
I pound on the solid wood again. “Mariana! I’ll let you do the shooting. Just open the goddamn door.”
“She just needs some space.” The words are clearer when the door opens and her sister stands there. “So walk away, and leave us alone. She’ll find you when and if she’s ready.”
I know that’s bullshit. If I walk away, I will never see this woman again. And that is fucking unacceptable.
Because it’s all so clear now.
Kim cheating on me was a gift from God. The reason no woman has been interesting since is obvious. It was because Mariana hadn’t shown up in my life yet.
I’ve known her for two hours but I’m already sure.
She’s my perfect match. Smart, beautiful, capable, full of fire.
There’s no way in hell I’m letting her go.
“Fuck that,” I blurt. I try to move past Sara, but Muscles drops a hand on my arm.
“Just be cool, man. If she needs space, she needs space.” He uses a calming tone, like I’m some maniac out of his mind.
Which I may soon become.
I shake him off, craning my neck to see around her sister. Mariana’s huddled on a bench, her back to me. She turns at that moment and our eyes meet. She looks anguished, possibly even guilty.
I don’t want her to feel any of those things.
I need to fix this.
“Listen,” I say to Muscles, but speak for her sister’s benefit, too. “I’m the guy who upset her; this is my shit to fix. If you want to help, get me a blanket.”
Muscles knows me, which is probably why he doesn’t already have me in a headlock. Also, he’s the guy I explained the scene to in the first place, so he understands what’s happened. He hesitates.
I don’t wait for permission, but march into the locker room. I’m furious, but only with myself for letting something like this happen. I stride purp
osefully toward my woman.
She watches me approach, like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Baby.” I infuse all the tenderness I feel for her into the word.
It seems to strike like a bullet. She flinches and rubs her chest.
I reach for her, but stop myself before my fingertips brush her shoulders. I definitely don’t want to be overbearing.
Instead, I beckon with my fingers. “Come here.” My tone is soothing, voice soft.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until she stands up. The moment she’s on her feet, I sweep her up into my arms. “Let’s get some fresh air, huh? Does that sound good?”
“Yes.” Her voice is thready. “That’s exactly what I need.”
“No way.” Her sister squares off in front of me. “There’s no way I’m letting you take her out of here.”
“No, I need to go with him,” Mariana says immediately, sending streams of relief coasting down the inside of my torso.
This seems to stop her sister’s fury. She blinks, studying Mariana’s face as I move past. “You’re sure?” She follows beside us.
“I’ll bring her back before the Roulette party is through,” I promise. “I have a car out front. We’ll just take a drive.”
“Go back to your partner,” Mariana tells her sister. “Have fun. I’ll see you soon.”
As soon as we emerge in the main room, Mariana shifts in my arms. “I can walk.”
I don’t want to put her down—I need to feel her body against mine—but I understand. She has pride, and I’m fucking with it by carrying her. I lower her to her feet. Muscles appears with the blanket, and I throw it around her shoulders and pull her against my side. I like the way she feels nestled against me. She fits.
But I know right now, I have a helluva long way to go to even get a second date. And it feels like my whole world is on the line.
Mariana
Victor uses his phone as we walk through the underground tunnel that connects the psychic shop to Black Light. “I’m on my way out.”
“Who was that?” I ask when he hangs up without another word.