Mixtape: A Love Song Anthology
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“Fuck!” I shouted, doing everything I could not to wiggle, not to fight against the ropes.
The build was there.
It came on immediately.
It threatened to burst through my stomach.
And then I started to come down because he moved his mouth away and stared at me with eyes that belonged to a savage.
The air was almost enough to get me off. I knew if I could just hump my hips a few times, the orgasm would be exploding through me. But I couldn’t do that. I had to stay frozen or he’d never let me come.
“It’s been too long,” he said, and I knew he was referring to the time that had passed since he’d gotten me off.
“Yes, sir. Far too long.”
He stuck his tongue out and made slow, exaggerated movements. “I could taste how close you were.”
The build had returned. It was dull, but it was there. And it intensified as he traveled the length of my clit, back and forth, adding more pressure with each lap.
“Bale . . .” I gasped.
He pulled away and moved to the foot of the table.
The cold air was like a punch to the face. A reminder that I wasn’t going to get what I wanted.
At least, not yet.
He got on the table, his hands now on my thighs, and his mouth dove into my pussy.
I was there.
It came on even quicker this time.
And it came on even harder, as his tongue moved at a speed I didn’t think he’d ever given to me. It was as though a battery was hooked up to his tongue and he’d turned it on high.
“Ahhh!” I shouted.
I screamed again as he went in a little harder, thrusting two fingers deep inside of me.
“Yes!” I yelled.
And then the air was back, the freezing reminder he was no longer touching me.
But suddenly I felt him, and it came with a searing pain that shot straight through me. He’d slapped the top of my pussy much harder than he had before.
He immediately did it again.
And a third time.
And a fourth.
My eyes opened, not even realizing I had closed them.
When our stares locked, he snarled, “You know better than to get that close.”
There was wetness all over his lips. It was a sight that was as beautiful as it was erotic.
“I’m sorry, sir. It just felt so good.”
“Do you want me to take all the pleasure away from you?”
I didn’t even dare shake my head. “No, sir.”
“Then, don’t do it again.”
His fingers were still inside me and he began to move them. Slowly. As deep as he could get them. I could hear how wet I was. I could feel the walls of my pussy clenching against him. The sweet, agonizing build was back with a vengeance, starting at the base of my stomach.
“Yes, sir,” I promised.
He swiped his tongue on my slit and stared into my eyes. “You’re going to have to endure hours of this, Pepper. I told you I have eight before I have to leave. So, my mouth is going to be down here for seven of those.”
“Seven . . .” I repeated.
He’d never gone that long before.
Five hours was our current record.
And at the end of them, I thought I was going to die. I thought my lungs were going to stop taking in air and my heart was going to quit beating.
I didn’t know if I’d survive two more hours.
But I wanted to try.
“Sir?”
“Yes.”
“What’s going to happen after the seventh hour?”
He lifted his face, so I could see all of it, and he smiled.
God, he was so handsome.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
I wanted to squirm.
I wanted to force his tongue between the lips of my pussy and ride it until I came.
“Not your pussy, though.” He pointed the tip of his tongue and rubbed it over my clit. “I’m going to fuck your ass.”
CHAPTER SIX
Bale
I stood by the armoire and stared at Pepper as she rested on top of the table, and I watched the rise and fall of her chest. She was exhausted. Her pussy and inner thighs were bright red. Her face was sweaty, the hair around it sticking to her cheeks. Each inhale sounded more like a pant. Each exhale was a sigh.
I’d promised her seven hours and that was what I gave her.
I hadn’t used my mouth the entire time. I’d also used several of the toys in the chest behind me—the flogger, whip, vibrators, and plugs.
Seven fucking hours and she hadn’t had an orgasm.
She’d gotten close. I’d felt her start to shudder and the walls of her cunt tighten around my fingers. But that was as far as she’d gotten before I pulled away. I’d give her a few seconds to calm, and then I’d return to her clit.
I wanted this night to stay with her for the rest of her life. I wanted her to always remember me.
After everything I’d done, I was positive she would.
When the timer on my phone had gone off, I untied her wrists and ankles, and moved to the back of the room, where I’d been standing for the last few minutes. I watched her come down and find her breath again, and try to regain the feeling in her body.
Now, she was in a space where she needed an orgasm. Where her body had been built up so many times, dangling on the edge for hours, it would take almost nothing to get her off. Once we were done, I would make sure she had food and water and a bed to rest in.
But first, she was getting my cock.
I moved to the edge of the table and ran my hand over her leg, staring at her pussy. The redness had faded a little, but it was still bright, and it still covered most of her skin.
It didn’t matter what color it had turned or that it had been the only thing I’d focused on all night.
It was still beautiful.
In fact, there was nothing in this world as perfect as Pepper’s cunt. The smell, the feel, the temperature, the tightness. I’d never felt anything like it. And I knew I never would again.
I brushed my thumb over her clit and her eyes flicked open.
She was still so wet.
“Do you want to come?” I asked.
She didn’t need to answer. Her eyes were pleading with me. But she still said, “Yes, sir.”
So submissive, even after seven hours of torture.
God, I’d miss this fucking girl.
My thumb went to her clit again and I rubbed it back and forth, giving her just enough pressure. “Come.”
It took only a few flicks before she was quivering beneath my hand, ripples of pleasure passing through her stomach, the loudest moans emptying from her mouth. Her head leaned back into the table, exposing her whole neck, and I watched the groans vibrate through her throat.
Once she stilled, she looked at me again.
Most women would be satiated, an orgasm the only thing they needed before the tiredness in their body caused them to pass out.
Not Pepper.
She was just getting started.
And so was I.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered.
She slowly sat up, knowing the rush she would feel when she finally moved from the table, and she gradually got in the position I’d requested. As I walked around the table, I saw the burn marks on both wrists and ankles—they were even redder than her pussy. I saw the creases the leather had left on the backs of her legs. I saw the hardness of her nipples. I saw the wetness on her cunt and her inner thighs.
While I took her in, I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor. My pants and shoes came off next and when I reached the back of her, I was fully naked. Now that she was on her knees, I could see the fold of her lips and the puckering of her ass.
Both were so fucking tight.
And both I wanted to be inside of.
Pepper hadn’t
been the only one who had been denied an orgasm. My hand hadn’t touched my cock since I’d walked into this room. Her lips hadn’t wrapped around my crown either. Plenty of pre-cum had leaked out of my tip, but that was the only bit of pleasure that had left me.
I was as pent-up as she was.
And I needed a release as badly as she needed a second one.
“Move to the edge of the table,” I demanded. I gripped her thighs as she slid several inches closer, her pussy lining up with my hardness. I growled as she got closer, positioning her cunt directly in front of me.
She knew not to move. Not to slip even the smallest amount of me inside of her.
That was my job.
And as much as I wanted to continue teasing myself, imagining how good she would feel when I finally plunged in, I couldn’t wait another fucking second.
I reared my hips back and stroked in.
“Ahhh,” she moaned.
Her wetness coated my cock. Her tightness sucked me in. Her warmth made my body tingle.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I hissed, holding her hips and using them as leverage.
I fucked her with every bit of energy I had left and just as I was about to come, I pulled out.
“No!” she cried. “I want more, sir.”
I agreed with her. It was goddamn torture to stop. My balls were fucking screaming because of it.
But her pussy wasn’t where I wanted to drop my load.
“You’re going to like this even more.” I leaned my face into her ass and I spit. I did it again, making sure the area was nice and wet before I moved back and placed my tip there. I swiped my fingers across her pussy, gathering some of the wetness and I lubed it over my crown. I pumped it several times before I pressed it against her ass and gently worked my way in.
“Motherfucker,” I groaned, the tightness taking over me.
She had stretched to fit me, but had closed in again, and she was milking me with every stroke.
“Your fucking ass . . .”
“Bale,” she breathed. “Oh God, I can’t hold it off.”
I reached around and found her clit, squeezing it between my fingers as I rocked in and out of her ass.
“Yes!” she screamed, and I felt her start to come.
Her clit hardened.
Her ass clenched around me.
She was so fucking wet, so snug, I knew I couldn’t stop myself from coming either.
“Ride me,” I demanded.
As she screamed, as her entire body shuddered, she bounced over my cock. She moved to my tip before her ass squeezed all of me back in. When I was buried, she clutched my shaft until the whole process began again.
It only took a few dips before my orgasm took hold of me.
The feeling started in my balls, tightening them, bursting through them, before it ran through my shaft and down my goddamn legs. “Harder,” I ordered as the first load shot into her ass. She did as I asked, bobbing on my fucking dick, forcing the cum out of me.
She emptied me, hard and fast.
She made me moan, “Pepper,” so loud, it echoed in the room.
And just as the last pump came out of me, I felt her come again.
“Yes!” she yelled. “Fucking yes.”
When there was nothing left inside of me, when the only sounds in the room were our breathing, when our bodies were completely still, I pulled out. I wrapped her around me and lifted her into the air. Then, I turned us around and sat on the table, cradling her against my chest.
I didn’t have to look at my phone to know I only had about thirty minutes before I needed to be at the airport. But I needed these few minutes with her. I needed to feel her without my cock being inside of her.
I needed her to know I really fucking cared, and I hated leaving as much as she did.
“Is this goodbye?”
Her voice was quiet, but her words filled my chest.
I didn’t like the way they felt.
I didn’t like that tomorrow night, she wouldn’t be in my arms the same way she was now.
“I don’t live on this coast, Pepper. I can’t spend the amount of time here that I want to.”
“How about Miami? I have a place there, as you know.” She paused and then added, “Are you anywhere near Florida?”
She sounded hopeful. She shouldn’t.
“No.”
Her fingers traced over my chest. “Long distance never works.”
I nodded, knowing how true that was.
I’d tried it once, living in Boston while my girl was in New York. It lasted two months. I wasn’t willing to try it again.
Not even with Pepper.
“How often are you in LA?” she asked.
“I never know where I need to go until about a week before I’m scheduled to fly out.”
“And when you’re here, how long do you stay?”
That was a tricky question.
Four months was the longest I’d worked on any job. That was because I’d dragged it out, not wanting to leave Pepper. But normally, I was quick. I got in, did what I needed to, and I got out.
“Couple days,” I answered. “Or as short as a few hours.”
She turned her face, so our eyes locked. “I have so many questions.”
“You’re never going to get those answers, so put them to rest.”
I could be tortured, and I still wouldn’t give up that information.
I would take death before I shared those secrets.
It was the oath I took when my partners took me on.
An oath we all took.
But as I looked into the eyes of the woman I loved—because I’d fallen for her so fucking hard—it was impossible not to feel guilty about the information I’d stolen from her. About the file I’d passed on to the client who had hired me. How the data on those sheets of paper were going to affect Pepper.
The client wanted numbers.
Dollar amounts.
Names of every client.
Locations of future clubs.
Some things, we couldn’t hack. Some required us to log in and download straight from the source.
That source was Pepper’s home computer.
And I’d gotten everything I needed.
But now, she was vulnerable. Her business was on the verge of collapsing because my client was going to steal her members and build a club that was even larger than hers.
And it was all because of me.
I didn’t deserve this girl and that was part of the reason I stood from the table and set her on top of it. I found my clothes and put them on my body, and once I was dressed, I moved back over to her. My hands went to her face and I cupped her cheeks, pressing my mouth against hers. “I have to go.”
“I know, and I hate that.”
I breathed her in. I memorized the feeling of her skin and her scent. I heard her sigh and I devoured it with my mouth.
“I don’t want to go. You need to know that, and you need to believe that.”
“I do.” Her hands went to my stomach and she ran her fingers over my abs. “I’m not going to revoke your membership. You’re welcome here any time. I’m hoping that’s enough to entice you to come back often.”
“I’m not here for the club, Pepper. I’m here for you.”
She inhaled and didn’t release the air. Instead, she held it in, her eyes softening as they roamed over me, eventually locking with mine again. “If that’s true, then don’t stay away too long.”
In a different world, I wouldn’t leave. I would put a ring on her goddamn finger and I’d spend the rest of my life with this woman. She was everything I wanted. Everything I needed.
But my life was in Boston and I’d betrayed every bit of trust Pepper had in me.
It couldn’t work, no matter how much I wanted it to.
I held her face tightly and kissed her one last time, dipping my way into her mouth, sucking the end of her tongue. Af
ter a few seconds, I pulled away.
Her eyes slowly opened. I immediately saw all the emotion in them.
“I want you to go get yourself some food and water,” I said. “And then I want you to go straight to bed, do you hear me?”
She nodded.
“After everything I did to you today, you need to replenish your energy, and you need lots of rest.”
“I know.”
Of course she did.
This wasn’t her first rodeo.
I put my hands on her thighs and I moved my face away, taking hers in one final time.
“You be good to yourself, Pepper. You deserve it. And you keep fighting, no matter how hard it gets.”
One day soon, those words would come into play and she’d remember them, and I hoped to hell they’d keep her motivated.
“I want you to remember something,” she said. I held her chin as I waited for her to continue. “You deserve to feel love. I want that for you, even if it’s not with me.”
I pressed my lips against her cheek, gently kissing it, and then I left.
I was a killer.
I destroyed lives.
I crushed futures.
None of that affected me.
But walking out of that club was the hardest thing I’d ever done.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pepper
Unknown: Fuck, I miss you.
Me: Who’s this?
Unknown: Logan.
Me: Logan?
Unknown: That’s my real name. It’s time you know it.
Me: But I thought yesterday was our goodbye?
Logan: Is that what you want?
Me: No.
Logan: I’m going to be in LA again next week.
Me: Does that mean I’ll get to see you?
Logan: I’m giving you my number. Use it. And I’m giving you my name, so the next time my tongue makes you scream, I want you to call me by the right one.
♬
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