by Mia Ford
He presses his lips against mine and whispers as if he can hardly speak, “You really are a bad girl.”
At last he kissed me, it may not be a big deal to him, but as he flops on the side of the bed next to me. It means so much to me. I can feel the connection between us, I’m not naive to think that I’m the only girl that’s had the pleasure of Joshua Moore. But, I don’t want to be a statistic. Even when it comes to an end, I want to be more than that.
The kiss just confirmed that I want it and maybe that he’s willing to give it.
Chapter Ten
Scarlett
Joshua left the room telling me that he’s left an alarm and when it rings, then I’ll have to have dinner together. I felt like a teenager going on a first date from the time that the alarm rang.
I was too tired to wake up earlier, but now I have the strength after recovering from the fuck of the year.
What is it about this man that just makes me want to have sex so much?
I want to ask Gretchen if she’s ever had this type of craving and then I decide that I’m twenty-five, not five. I don’t need to consult her for everything, even if I’ve been feeling that way ever since I broke up with Sam. I decide on a black crossover dress. I’m going for sexy. I want him to see me as a submissive, one that he’s molded in only a day.
I tie my hair in a bun, leaving my neckline’s fully exposed, and as much as I love this dress, I know it’s a little short. I know if he’s standing at the bottom of the stairs, then he’ll see my thong, and for that reason, I wear a thong, because with him I feel sexy. The girl who has been living in her sweats has disappeared.
I hardly wear makeup, but tonight, I’ve put on a bit of rouge and sprayed Paco Rabanne on me from head to toe. I have a necklace that I think will match the dress. It’s a gold rope necklace with a rope pendant for the middle which will sit comfortably in between my breasts. Everything fits perfectly as I think about our date.
We’ve done the reverse of what most people do. Or maybe that’s just me. Gretchen says that I live in a glass box sometimes, but then again when you’ve spent the last five years cleaning up after one man then you tend to not notice what’s going on in the world. Or that’s my excuse for my ignorance? Everything fits perfectly I think as I stare in the mirror. Only yesterday I was looking in a different mirror thinking the complete opposite. And now, one day later. I feel different I admire my body as I stare in the mirror. My breasts are on full view and I take one last look as I take one deep breath as I gaze in the mirror once more. I leave the room and wonder tonight if by any chance I’ll be sleeping in it alone.
I never thought that he would kiss me, he seemed to make a point of not wanting to do so tonight could be the start of something or like he said in the car on the way here.
Just one fucking weekend. I’m getting too nervous. I start to sweat a bit and cling on to the stair rail as I head to the dining room. I try to control my breathing even more with the distraction of my heels. I concentrate on just getting down the stairs without breaking my neck. The stairwell seems even more elongated than earlier today. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I let out a heavy sigh of relief.
I don’t even think of composing myself before entering through the dining room door. Joshua said that it was on the left, the part of the house, like so much of it that I never entered. I didn’t want to pry then, but knowing that he’s here doesn’t stop me from opening it. That and I’m really hungry and having visions of Luisa’s curry chicken on the table.
I laugh because I’m sure that she’s not going to make the same thing that she made this afternoon. I’m taken aback, but I hold my gaze steady as he keeps his only on me. Joshua’s wearing an apron and if I didn't know any better, I would think that he was the chef tonight.
“You cooked?”
“Good evening Scarlett,” he says as he takes out a chair. The idea that he’s a chef and he has a table for six when I get the impression, that he normally eats alone. Again, I start to wonder if this is too good to be true.
“And yes, I did cook. Does that surprise you?”
I nod my head as I stare into his emerald eyes. I take in all his features bit by bit, and I open my mouth to speak, but all that enters is air, and nothing leaves, only silence. I clear my throat because he doesn’t understand that I’m a sea of emotion right now.
No man has ever cooked for me.
Never!
I dated Sam during and after college. The best he could do was order take out and even then, he would always call me to take the order. Always claiming that knew what I would like to eat.
Joshua stands before me and traces his finger softly on my face as if he’s seeing a long-lost friend or lover. I’m just about to turn and sit in the chair that he’s pulled out, but his finger meets my mouth, he leans forward, presses his lips to mine, and as his tongue enters, I melt at the fact that he’s not only kissed me once today, but twice.
“Sorry,” he says as he pulls back. He was so gentle as if he was trying to taste my lips like he’s been doing with my body.
“Why did you stop?”
He ignores me as he says, “Because we’re supposed to be eating. Besides we haven’t even had a conversation. Apart from you trying to make sure that my sound proof house can be heard by all the neighbors.”
I laugh, “Maybe if you weren’t so bent on trying to make me scream then you wouldn’t have that problem.”
“Sit down so that we can eat.”
“Yes, sir!” I salute him as I sit down. Then he pulls the wall behind me, which turns out to be a door.
“It’s quicker to move the food this way. Asun told me that you like chicken.”
“How did she know?”
I wonder if she was sitting and watching me while I was sitting in the kitchen alone. The idea of it makes me feel nervous.
“Oh, she said that you started eating the chicken first. Dead giveaway. Besides Asun’s a fantastic cook, you should have helped yourself to more food if you loved it so much.” “I didn’t want to overeat, in case you were…”
Now, I feel embarrassed that I’m admitting that I didn’t want to eat without him.
“I know I shouldn’t have left you. We only have one weekend together and besides I’ve never done anything like this before, it felt kind of weird knowing what to do.”
“Because you’ve never spent so much time with someone?”
I can tell that I’ve touched a nerve. He moves away from me again and goes to get something in the kitchen. Or so that’s what he’s pretending to do.
I’m just about to stand up when he comes back.
“I hope that you like cosmopolitan food?”
I’m not even sure what it is, but it smells great. Actually, as I sit there I recognize that scent. I’ve had it enough times to know that before he even lifts up the lid. I know that it’s McDonald’s.
I laugh as I see that it is McDonald’s.
“So, you have a sense of humor?”
He asks, “The question is, are a Big-Mac girl or a chicken nugget child?”
“Really so, women that eat chicken nuggets are considered kids?”
He smirks, “I knew that you were a chicken nuggets kind of girl.” “How’s that possible?”
“You look like a picker, the type that would snack on everything including their meal and miss out their chance of having a real burger.”
I laugh as he puts the nuggets on my plate with the fries and then he pours us glasses of red wine and I take a sip. Before I entered the room, I was nervous but as we talk, eat and drink. I see a different side of him. Maybe, because we’re no longer in the room. No longer thinking about fucking each other’s brains out.
“We only have one fucking weekend, we should make the most of it.”
He waves his finger at me, as he smiles, “You’re quoting my words at me. Touché.” Then he lifts his glass up and toasts to me.
“Okay, seeing as you’ve had a bit too much wine. There
’s something that I really need to know.”
“Why I have a playroom?”
I shake my head.
“Why I put myself for sale on the auction?”
I frown because that had crossed my mind once, but then it feels irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.
“Nope.”
“Okay, I give up. What’s been going through your pretty little head?”
As he pops the last fry into his mouth. I blurt out, “Okay so please explain to me why there are no pictures anywhere in this house.”
He makes that face again, the same one that he made when I was trying to talk to him on a personal level before when I entered the dining room.
“Because some things are too painful to face.”
“What do you mean?”
“My mom died of cancer and my dad hung himself.”
I’m expecting him to say something more, but he doesn’t the conversation ends like that and part of me is searching for a way to make it up to him. To make him see that it’s the past and this is the future, but it dawns on me once again.
We may have had sex, but it doesn’t mean that we know each other.
“I shouldn’t have asked and I’m sorry for doing so,” a line has been drawn between us and I question if I should leave now. I never know what to do in the best of times. Especially when it comes to the darkness that’s buried inside of Joshua. He confirmed it by the way he spoke about his parents. I want to ask about other family members, even crack a joke about how mine are alive and they know nothing about me.
They don’t know that I’m homeless and living with my bestie. I’m twenty-five, unemployed, overweight and I have no future.
“You see me and think that I have it all?” He's striking me as a man that loves to judge. He probably sees me as the rich, spoiled little girl. I start to get angry thinking that he doesn't know me at all.
He shakes his head, “No one has it all. It doesn’t exist.”
His answer surprises me.
“Some people are happy in their lives. They…”
“Stand up!”
I shake my head because I like the fact that we're open and for the first time in my life, I want to share my nightmares. But, just like that he completely switches.
“We don’t need to do this; we can talk.”
“We did that, and now I want to fuck.”
I hate the way that he’s so crude, he lets down his guard for two minutes, and right then he switches the table. Can he just not talk? Have a conversation and then have sex? But then maybe sex is his means of expressing how he feels. Maybe that's how we bond together when he’s in between my legs and not just his cock.
“I’m not repeating myself again, Scarlett!”
He’s no longer smiling or exchanging words as he was a few minutes ago. Now, he’s commanding me and making me feel uncomfortable. I want to tell him that I’m sorry. That I shouldn’t have interfered. Before I even get the chance to do that like a panther, he kicks over the chair that I once sat on and he’s holding me. It’s as if time stands still as I freeze. I’m debating in my mind if I should just use the safe word.
Then again, curiosity gets the better of me once again, and I want to know how far he’ll go. Will I push him that he will become violent or will he awaken from the dark cloud and realize that the past in the past. That was what he said, but judging by the lack of photos and his dismissal of the subject I get the impression that they were empty words.
He drags my dress off my body.
“Ah!”
I shout out, thinking that I need to say, Elsa. I need to use my safe word now.
Then he tugs at my bra and pulls it apart. It snaps at my back. I’m acting as if I know him in the short time that we’ve been together. I was with Sam for five years, and if someone had told me that he'd do the things that he did, I would have laughed in his face.
I know that any moment now. Joshua will stop.
Then he bends down and rips my thongs like they’re a piece of string.
I’m standing naked, not facing him, but the door. The one that I can run to so quickly, and he couldn’t stop me. I wouldn’t even need a safe word, and he would never see me again.
Never.
“Open your legs wider!”
He moves away from me, and I know that this is my chance. The plates are still on the table. The bottle of wine that we were drinking is nearly empty, but our glasses are half full. There’s nothing to keep me here. I could run through the kitchen.
My heart’s beating out of control as I watch him pass me. His eyes are on me; there’s no trace of anger as he moves slowly to the door.
Once he closes it, he growls, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Hearing him say the words and knowing that he’s calmed down makes me open my legs wider and shut my eyes. I love the darkness and the surprise of his touch. The idea that he can just take me whenever he wants was something that I never thought about until earlier today. When he told me to close my eyes, that’s when I discovered that it’s the most erotic thing in the world.
Not knowing what he’s going to do next.
“You’re learning fast. You seem to surprise me more than I even surprise myself this weekend.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s as if you calm me. Whenever I feel tension, I just turn to you, and it seems to go away. Something that’s never really happened to me before.”
I smile, “Does it scare you?”
He laughs, “No, because I know that it’s only a weekend and maybe, it’s your golden hair that seems to calm me. It makes you appear innocent, but then you're far from it when you're screaming like a ”
Joshua unties my bun, and I feel the loose strands drop over my naked body.
“I can tell that you’ve bene making good use of the vanilla shampoo today.”
Is there anything that he doesn’t miss?
His attention to detail is incredible, but then again he’s in the property business maybe that’s why he has such an acute eye.
My hairs stand up as if they’re attracted to him like a magnet. I want to pull him close. I want to say something, anything that would help me figure out what’s going on.
A tear escapes my eyes as he turns me around to face him. I can’t see him, but I know once I look into those emerald eyes, I’ll melt. I gasp as I feel his length brushes against my thigh. I’m naked with only my heels on, and after his length had brushed me, I knew that I wasn’t the only naked one in the room.
Joshua’s so close, too close that my erect nipples are aligned with his. He’s over six feet tall, and with my three-inch heels, I feel as if we’re face-to-face. I hold my breath as he gently presses kisses up and down my neck. He isn’t touching me with his fingers. Just kisses are darting gently at the top of my body.
“Did I upset you just now when I said that it was only a weekend?”
He stops for a minute, and I feel so silly for being all emotional. He’s right it is a weekend, that was the agreement, so why am I so fucking sad?
“Yes. But then I know that you’re right. This is just a weekend.”
Joshua has a way of controlling me with his smile, touch and even simply his presence. I start to get wet. I don’t want to, and I frown at the idea of standing with my legs open in high heels when I should’ve been heading out the door.
His head is between my legs and his hands around my ankles as he starts to lower himself down.
“Don’t move!”
He’s demanding it before his tongue darts straight into my wetness. Then he gently onto my ankles and pierces his tongue at my G-spot. I stand, trying not to disobey. It’s so hard because I’m becoming weaker and weaker at the knees the more he presses against my clit. His tongue is making a perfect figure eight.
His lips are blowing, and it’s driving me wild. I know I’m so close to the edge of climaxing, and the only words that can escape my lips are, “Hmm, I’m…”
; Joshua takes control of my orgasm. He keeps moving slowly in and out, and his fingers tease my ankles. They gently caress them as if every single movement, is done with so much attention.
“Yes!” I scream out as I feel so weak, as I stand like a rag doll as my knees become weak.
Joshua lifts me up, the temptation to see where we’re going is so great, but I resist temptation as I try to regain my thoughts and some energy. Joshua pushes me against the wall and as my back touches it, he holds onto my breasts. This can only mean one thing: he wants relief, and it’s going to be against the wall.
My head moves to the side, encouraging him to slide his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue as his fat cock strokes my cunt. Once was always enough for me. I would need a rest especially after climaxing so hard. But with Joshua it’s different. I’m automatically wet again.
As much as I wanted to leave earlier, I can’t. Joshua never forced me, he even gave me the option of a safe word, yet the curious part of me wanted to stay.
It’s as if my feet are in quicksand and I can’t move. Joshua always starts slowly and then he enters me slowly with his cock. I forgot how big he is until he thrust it in and then it stretches me the more he rocks his butt back and forth. I thought that it was the end of his length, but with every thrust, it feels bigger each time. He has one hand on my breast, and he focuses on my clit with the other. His fingers stroke it as he circles his hips, my pussy becoming once again acquainted with his member.
He’s not going to pump into me.
I want to scream, but I keep sucking his tongue. I start to lap it harder as I feel his cock grinding, my pussy’s crying for more. I whimper as he withdraws his tongue from my mouth and asks, “What do you need me to do?”
I’m confused by his question. He just broke away like that and hit me with a question.
“Don’t stop.”
He shakes his head, “No, what do you need me to do.”
I need him to keep on fucking me. Instead of putting his cock back inside, he circulates his length around the entrance of my pussy. Then he drops my breast and uses both hands to stroke my arse, and alternates the movement to my clit.