“I want to leave.” Her voice was like a scared rabbit, but this was the hole she had dug. There was no other place to go, no other place to hide. I wouldn’t let it happen.
“Tell me. I decide when we leave,” I demanded mere inches from her, but she glanced at the door and I watched the wheels turn in her head. She fucking thought she could make it…ha! I was growing impatient; emotion rocked not only her whole face, but her entire body, and before I knew it, she was in tears. Her body shook and her tears washed all the way down her naked body. She glanced up at me with the most pathetic eyes, large pools of water flowing out, and I waited. My arms twitched to hold her, to help the tears seize, but I refrained and uncomfortably waited.
“I see him whipping me, whipping me with his belt,” she spoke, and I was trying to remember who was whipping tonight. I had watched a lot of play, and nobody was coming to mind. “I watched him whip the blonde and now it’s all I see,” she paused, “but it’s not her; it’s me.” My mind raced to the blondes I had seen tonight, picturing different whipping scenes. She continued crying and talking, “If you whip me, the visions will change, and I won’t be scared to sleep.”
Oh fuck. Visions of her nightmares came rushing to my head, followed by pictures of her battered body, and I reached out involuntarily, scooped her into my arms, and held her tight, as tight as I could. She wasn’t making anything easy. My head began to pound hard, the spot that once held my heart squeezing achingly tight. I cradled her in my arms, ready to give and take. She needed a reward for telling me what I could only assume she had never told anyone.
I laid her gently on the bed. I wanted to tie her down. I spent many hours picturing her tiny wrists with straps or ropes around them, but now I couldn’t do it. I would fuck her one last time and then it would be over; it was what I kept reminding myself. My fucking mouth spewed things, secrets; I thanked her for trusting me and said I missed her. I would have to punish myself later for that. Katarina was supposed to be the only one exposed, not me.
I covered her body with mine, gazing at her tongue as she swiped her lips, moistened them, readied them for comfort and playful connection. I would give her sex only, no tender, dreamy, wet affection; too much was implied with kissing. I swallowed, slowly snaking my own tongue out to dampen my lips, but reminding myself out loud, “No kissing.” To my disbelief, she frickin’ nodded…the cutest fucking nod. Her brows knotted in her forehead, and I knew her mind was trying to decipher what I meant. The look of insecurity grew and it cut me.
I made my last worship all over her body, savoring every moan, every taste, and every chill. Her reaction to my tongue lavishing her body only encouraged me to do more. I was in the erotic zone, and she was mine. Right now, in this moment, I was the only one she thought about. When I worked my way down to her pert breasts, I knew from her panting alone she had saved herself for me. My princess was fine-tuned for me; her eyes had closed and she was nearing an orgasm, and I wasn’t anywhere near her pussy. I could blow on her clit right now and she would explode; there was no doubt in my mind. Two weeks of buildup were coming to a head…speaking of head.
I rolled my hips into her wet sex, priming her, readying her for whatever I wanted, and what I wanted was for her to give everything to me. I stilled my hips, knowing she was ripening. I laid my lower half heavily on hers, testing her, but she remained motionless. I nibbled on the tips of her nipples, turning them into little pebbles between my teeth as her breathing increased, but her body was still frozen. This drove me crazy. She was always giving up her needs to be patient for me, to make sure my needs were fulfilled. Who the fuck does that?
“Get off on me,” I commanded, and it was one I expected her to follow. She would leave here and think of this, think of how she got off on me, how she masturbated on me, how she used me. This moment would haunt her. She didn’t let any time slip before lifting her hips and rubbing herself against my hard-on. She wrapped her legs securely around me and eagerly rocked.
Then, something happened…I felt her wetness seep through my slacks as her rocking continued, and it was ecstasy. My pants were soggy from her sexual juices, and the smell of her musk combined with the awkward virginal motion of her hips intoxicated me. With her sweet moans and the fluttering of her eyes, I felt her pleasure. The pleasure that ran through her blood, the pleasure I gave her—I was suddenly flooded with her euphoria, and I fucking came…hard. The pain from the zipper of my slacks disappeared as she continued her agonizing grind.
“Oh fuck!” My shout didn’t slow her down. She continued as if she never heard a thing. I’d needed to come and it felt fucking spectacular. I leaned in blowing air over her face and whispered in her ear, “Use your hand.” She did immediately. Good girl. I slid down her body wanting a taste, craving the sweet nectar that was taken from me. My mouth watered before it landed on her sensitive knot. She was so wet. Her tiny fingers circled her enlarged clit, and my mouth added more wetness, creating a slippery, faster spin of her fingertips.
I moved to the source of all the moisture and fucked her tight hole with my tongue; it didn’t take long before I was rewarded with the sweet goods all over my tongue. Fuck, her cream was so hot. Her hips moved up with one final thrust into my mouth and then she melted into the bed. I stripped, happy I had a change of clothes, because these pants were shot; even the shirt was drenched. I moved quickly, my cock thickening, ready for more, starving for another quality orgasm.
“I am going to fuck you now, Josephine.” Her eyes rounded, and then a sweet smile crossed her beautiful face. My eyes flickered to the basket of condoms on the small table by the bed, but I wanted her bare again; I craved her skin-on-skin. I lined up right outside her canal, wanting to watch her face as I completely invaded her body, wanting to memorize it. She trusted me; her dark blues held so much trust for me, causing my head to throb, my conscience yelling at me, Use a condom, asshole! I ignored it like I had a lot the past two weeks.
Her breaths started to even out, her eyes shining, and then, as if she could sense my struggles, she licked her lips and tilted her head, giving me the go ahead. I eased into her, denying myself the glory of giving her a painful entry, which would have punished her for leaving me, but I still did it selfishly. The twitching head of my cock sensed her liquid warmth and the soft, snug surroundings. Every fluttering muscle that tightened was a powerful rush, and all the slick juice gathering around the base of my rod sent me to a new level of high.
When I reached the stopping point deep inside her, her breathing had sped up again, her muscles spasmed, and the world was quiet. In her bubble, we were silent, and only the sound of our hammering hearts and rapid breathing surrounded us. I pulled all the way out and then, because I couldn’t stand it any longer, I relented to the animal and thrust my hips forward. Her face contorted to what appeared to be bliss. Her eyes shifted up and to the side, her mouth creating an O as I continued my takeover—my takeover of all her senses, all that she once was, and of everything she wouldn’t feel again.
I rode her in a possessive, obsessive, and purely selfish way and let her enjoy my passion for her one more time. I wanted it to hurt, and wanted to remain inside her as long as I possibly could. This was my last marking, and I wanted her insides to be a mold of me. The smell of sex wrapped around us; the sound of moaning and gasping echoed in the small room and all I could think about was how good this felt, how fucking high I was on her drug—it was that good. Her eyes flickered to mine as I continued my slamming. She was memorizing me in the same way. Katarina loved it. My eyes dropped to her bouncing beauties begging for my attention, so I gently ran my hand over them and caressed the peaks, pinching and pulling, because I knew how much Katarina loved my rough hands on her body. When I glanced back up, her blue eyes were wide and she was lost somewhere inside her head.
“Breathe, Josephine.” Her exotic blue eyes rolled back at the mention of her middle name and her vaginal muscles squeezed the shaft of my cock in rapid pulsating spasms. It was all I
could do to hold onto my sperm and not dive deep into that hot, tight cunt and spill every last ounce I had into her body. I rode out her climax and pulled out just as I began to lose my load; thick spurts of come jetted out across her body. It was an uncontrollable stream; there was no aiming, no calculated porn action across her breasts. I just let the chips fall where they may, so to speak.
Katarina moved her small delicate hands to catch every drop, creating finger art all over her body. I watched most of my come pool between her breasts and into her belly button; even though she stirred it over her nipples, stomach, and thighs, it was still puddled. It was hypnotizing, and my cock, which had a hard time working the past few days, was getting primed for another go-around. Katarina slid one of her fingers slowly down her stomach, collecting a nice sized glob of come. Then she paused, making sure I was watching, and then slid the come between her pussy lips, dipping her finger deep inside of her. Fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t speak; all I could think about was how badly I need to fuck her again.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t done with her porn show. She swiped her finger again, and I watched as she slowly brought it to her mouth and then took the time—like she had with her pussy—to pump it thoroughly between her lips, getting every last bit off. She smiled when she pulled her finger from her mouth; it was a cocky, all-knowing smile, and fuck if I wasn’t horny all over again.
“You taste good…Sir.” She licked her lips after she said it, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Seriously—Sir? ‘You taste good…’ fucking ‘Sir’? Something inside me snapped, and then I felt it boil over as she whispered naughtily, “Now your come is in every orifice of my body.” Not quite, I thought. I needed to rectify that…speaking of rectum.
I grabbed her hips and tilted them, looking down into her pussy and seeing the white cream I knew was all me. I looked good on her, in her. I swiped a finger full of come like she had and dressed it over her tight back hole. Then I smiled, thinking about how my come would be the first inside Katarina’s ass, and after stealing another finger full of sperm, this time I worked it into her tight entrance. She didn’t flinch, wasn’t grossed out, and didn’t object, so I took my sweet time pumping my finger in and out of her, then two fingers. A moan escaped her lips and it broke my concentration. It was fucking turning her on and the thought killed me.
I stopped immediately. I turned, grabbed my pants and shirt, and walked toward the bathroom’s side door to retrieve new clothes from the locker room. “There, now my come is in every orifice,” I shouted right before I closed the bathroom door and disappeared from the private suite. My mind was racing when I stepped into the employees’ locker room. What the fuck? I should have never had sex with her. I needed a shower; her smell was all over me.
I started the water after folding my clothes and sticking them into my bag. I pulled my clean clothes out and set them on the bench before hopping in the shower. Her scent and sexual fluids rinsed from my body and I became stronger. I knew what I needed to do. I had spent the last week trying to remove her from my memory, from my life, and tonight was a huge setback. I talked to myself as I dried off and got dressed again. “She’s with someone else. Her picture is plastered all over with him. She was just using me like I was using her. That was it, our final goodbye…closure.”
I closed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. I needed to be tough. She left me; this would be easy. I would tell her I’m done and then send her walking. She wouldn’t fight me; shit, she wouldn’t even fight for me. I stuffed my things back in my locker and headed back to the room. I had been gone a little over half an hour, so I knew there was a chance she had already left. It would be easier if she left, right? No messy goodbyes, no ugly tears, no begging and pleading for more chances…but when I walked into the room using the side entrance and came out the bathroom door, she was still there. Her black hair caught my eyes, the lights shining down creating a halo on her head, her blue eyes full of guilt. It was funny she would have guilt, because she had no idea what was about to happen.
“You’re still here. I thought you would have run by now.” She blinked long, heavy blinks trying to control her features, but she was failing. “I’ll walk you out.” I was going to enjoy this. She fucking left me. I gave her my heart, I reminded myself, and she fucking stomped on it and left. I rolled my head on my shoulders as I picked up my stride into the large bar area.
I needed a drink, something strong. I gave the bartender a slight nod when I entered the room, and the cute little barmaid smiled brightly when he got her attention. I wasn’t sure of the conversation going on between them, but I gave her a wink and eyed her body slowly. She was naked with ornaments on her nipples, highlighting her assets. I struggled with thoughts of actually having sex with her while Katarina’s smell still linger all around me; even after the shower I could still smell her everywhere. Her soft voice broke me from my thoughts. “So…is this what you do now? Where’s Bo?”
Seriously, she was worried about Bo? Bo didn’t have a place in my life anymore. I was offered a partner position in my own club. “Yes, this is what I do. It’s what I’m great at. Sometimes you do things because it’s easy, not because you love it. Bo’s with Jessica until she finds a home for him.” I was cold and heartless. I wanted her to get the message; she needed to know not to show up here every night, because there was no way I was going to repeat this performance. I just didn’t care about her like I did before. At least, that was what I tried to convince myself.
I stood with a group of my fellow control addicted men, completely ignoring the fucking sex-smelling beauty behind me. I watched as the men around me quieted momentarily and stared at her. I felt my fists ball and my jaw muscles flinch from the looks they were giving her. I would not share, not in here, and not with any of them. Alex was behind me standing next to and talking with Katarina. He was a friend; he wouldn’t touch her, I reminded myself. Anger and rage circulated through my body. It wasn’t blood anymore; it was a corrosive acid that ran black.
The blonde barmaid offered me a drink and I ran my hand all the way down her naked back. Reaching her soft ass, I gave it a firm squeeze as a thank you. She all but purred and rubbed against me. This place was full of sex addicts; I would bet money she was with someone else fifteen minutes ago. I peered back at Katarina and her eyes where empty, so I gave her a nudge to get her to run away as fast as she could. I flashed her my ‘I couldn’t give a shit’ smile. There were defining moments in my life, moments that were filled with regret. Did I think this was one of them? Hells yeah. Did I choose to ignore it? Abso-fucking-lutely. Would I kick myself in the ass as soon as her feet stepped outside this building? Without a doubt. Could I stop myself from being a complete and utter ass-wipe? Nope. My pride was on the line.
“You and me,” I tossed my shoulders up for effect, “I guess I just needed one for the road.” Her lips twitched at my words like she had something she wanted to say, but she couldn’t or wouldn’t let herself. I studied her face, daring her to say what she wanted. My stare was hard, and she returned it without fear, without cowering.
“So, we’re even then. My grandfather killed Jacy and you shattered my heart.” Her eyes broke contact for a brief moment, and I watched her lips move, but nothing came out. When she opened her eyes, there was a change; she was all business…all fucking business. “I would much rather you break my heart than me break yours… so thanks for saving me.”
And that was fucking it. She left again, turned and walked out with her hand draped over Alex’s forearm, and you know what I thought in that moment? She didn’t fucking say goodbye. I snatched the drink from the barmaid and slammed it down, tossing it back at her before storming in the opposite direction. Fuck! It was like my mind was officially blown. I was so angry I was dizzy. I paced behind the scenes until the place had cleared out. I witnessed about four men rifling through the security room, but I was only here to watch the kinky clientele and tonight was my last night. So unless I was per
sonally involved, I was outta here.
Chapter Ten
Whip Me
Katarina
Crew and I slowly eased into the private club, the room we approached first looked more like an observation room. It had glass walls for viewing, and seats were placed just on the outside of the glass, giving the illusion you could see in and they couldn’t see out. The whole place was distraction central; I even forgot my purpose for being there. I directed Crew to the furthest seat in the row closest to the opening of the room itself and he sat. The seat was leather and looked like it belonged in an office somewhere, not in a night-slash-sex club. I maneuvered swiftly onto Crew’s lap, which startled him. It was obvious he didn’t expect me to do that.
“Crew,” I leaned in to whisper, and then relaxed in his lap to make eye contact. His stormy grays met my blues and I waited until I could read him, until I could make sure he understood what I wanted from him. “Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?”
“No,” was his answer, and the deadly, sexy smirk he shared with me was edible.
“I don’t either.” I returned my version of his smile. I scanned around to the seats surrounding ours and then leaned in to seductively whisper in his ear, “Nobody will know if…just while we’re here, you’re my boyfriend.” I pulled back to check for understanding and for the first time ever, I saw Crew’s all-teeth grin. It was bright and gave me chills. “Is that a yes?”
He lifted his chiseled chin in a slight nod and I sunk into his chest. He felt so strong, just like Jason. His heavy arms began to relax around me, and I felt attractive, and sexy, and secure. I adjusted my body to face the room. People were scattered throughout having sex. I focused on the four groups of people having sex directly in front of us. It was all very consensual, everyone enjoying themselves. My eyes roamed over to a threesome, two girls and a guy; one girl was on the bottom, the man going down on her, sucking her off, while the other woman kissed the lips of the girl being serviced. I heard her muffled moans and knew when she found her orgasm.
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