Damaged Goods

by Damaged Goods (lit)

  “Fucking hell, what is wrong with you?” I exclaimed, trying to catch my breath. Oh yes, this time I was mad, raging fury darted through my veins. I eyed him and his long, mean pussy-damaging cock, the one he had yet to prove he knew how to use.

  “What’s wrong, Suzy? Haven’t you ever heard of Domination and submission?”

  “Domination and submission is for freaks who want to wear collars and have a lead rope hooked to their neck twenty-four seven.”

  He laughed and then smacked my bare mound.

  I winced after the slap. I’d never felt anything so arousing.

  “No, Suzy. Doms don’t necessarily require their submissives to wear collars, and for the record, I’m not a leather-wearing freak, as you’ve suggested.”

  “Could’ve fooled me,” I said, sliding off the table and heading for the stairs.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I have rubber dolls with long, thick cocks that can get this job done better than you can. Do you honestly think I’m going to have a twenty-something-year-old dominating man tell me what to do and when to get off? You’re out of your fucking mind!” I clenched my fists and started up the stairs.

  “Nineteen,” he stated calmly.

  “Nineteen, what?” I snapped, stopping on the second step.

  “I’m nineteen, not twenty-something.”

  “Well, hell,” I said, laughing. “You’re still wet behind the ears then, pup. How could you possibly know about this kinky Domination and submissive stuff when you probably haven’t even lost your virginity yet?”

  He shot me a peculiar glare. Oh dear Lord, I thought, a true virgin.

  “You can’t be,” I whispered. It was all I could do to keep from running right back into his arms.

  “I am. And I’m not ashamed of it or the reasons why I’ve remained one.”

  “I…”

  “Imagine you haven’t been with too many virgins, huh?”

  “Well,” I tried to give him some kind of answer resembling the truth while evading it at the same time. I couldn’t think quickly enough to do either.

  “Don’t, Suzy,” he said, tugging at his pants.

  “No, wait,” I said. Good God, I had to have him now. Okay so maybe the virgin-factor offered a fascinating quality, but there was something else about him, too. No one else had ever controlled me in matters of the body. The more Marco toyed with me, the more I liked the way he manipulated my arousal. In fact, I actually craved a lot more of the same.

  “Put your clothes on, Suzy,” he said firmly. “We need to talk.”

  No, actually, we needed to fuck. Talking proved pointless until after the act.

  “Now,” he said when I failed to comply with his request.

  “Why now?” In a few seconds, I returned to pissed at the highest level, and my anger was boiling over and red hot. What kind of man seduced a woman, told her he was a virgin, and then after dangling a carrot—in his case, a mighty long one—told her to back off and get dressed?

  He grabbed my pantsuit and tossed it at me. “You and I are going to have a chitchat. Something you should consider prior to bedding your lovers.”

  “I don’t want another lover.”

  “Oh no?” he asked. “You could’ve fooled me when your little ass was pumping off that table right then. Yeah, I think you need a lover, Suzy. What a man can do for you, one of your rubber dolls won’t be able to manage.” His tongue swiped at the right corner of his mouth. “Yeah, after tasting your sweet cream, I’m pretty sure you need a lover, not a damn doll.”

  He nailed that one for sure, but did I want a controlling Dom? Hell no. Did I want to become a submissive woman, even in role play? Was he the real deal or just a wannabe who occasionally brought out a switch and spanked me when I stepped out of line?

  God forbid if he was the real fucking deal. Heaven help me if he wanted more than a few nights of role play. I’d heard about the Domination and submission lifestyle, and what concerned me most was the punishment aspect. Heck, with my track record, I’d have to spend most of my time standing with my nose stuck in a corner or worse, kneeling down at my Dom-de-Dom-Dom’s heels, or whatever they called themselves.

  “You can see yourself out,” I said, never expecting him to leave.

  A few minutes later, I heard his SUV door slam. Another moment or two and the rip-roaring sounds of a cranked engine assured me that he had most definitely left the premises.

  * * * *

  “It’s Marco,” he said when he called about two hours later. “Did I wake you?”

  “No,” I snapped, still pissed off that I settled for revisiting my rubber sex doll again. It was degrading to think I had a man within my reach and I couldn’t convince him to let go of his damn control and take me to bed. The fact he left without screwing me, when I realized how much he wanted to, infuriated me. I didn’t understand a man like Marco Giovanni.

  “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I called to say…I’m sorry.”

  “Well, that’s a start. At least it didn’t take you five more weeks to tell me.”

  “Right,” he said. “Well, that’s one of the reasons I picked up the phone tonight. We’re on the road the next two weekends. I won’t have time to come back until we’re in town for a few weeks. I didn’t want you to think…”

  “Then come back now,” I blurted out. “Get in your car and drive over. We’ll pick up where we left off, and if you need the submissive woman, then I’ll play the part.”

  “Suzy,” he said carefully. “That’s what I need to explain to you. I’m not playing here.”

  “What do you mean you’re not playing? Of course, it’s play. Whenever you romp around with the opposite sex, what do you think it is, work? Hell no.”

  “What I want you to understand is I’m…” he paused. “I’m looking for a certain kind of woman.”

  “You mean a submissive woman?”

  “Yes,” he said. “And I plan to shower her with the best of everything.”

  I started thinking money, but before he allowed indulgent daydreams or false hope, he said, “I want a woman who will work beside me and support the things I believe in while allowing me to make decisions for her, the kind of choices you’ve been used to making for yourself.”

  “Like?”

  “Like money matters, as a start. Financial concerns shouldn’t worry you. If we suit, and by that I mean, if we’re able to consummate our relationship and find one another compatible, then I’ll want you to give some thoughtful consideration to our spending more and more time together. You’d have to make yourself available to me—only me—on a permanent basis if we enjoy one another.”

  My heart fluttered, and I suddenly longed to see him again. “Marco, what do I have to do to convince you to come back over here?”

  “Tell me you’ll submit to my every request and promise you’ll do it without questioning my motives and without whining.”

  “I promise!” I was ready to agree to anything he wanted. I had somehow captured the man of the hour, and I couldn’t wait to get my arms around him again.

  “I’m on my way.”

  “Good,” I replied. Now I really needed a strong drink. I’d have to settle for something stiff instead.

  Chapter Seven

  By the time Marco arrived, I was as raw as a woman should be after riding a rubber cock. It didn’t matter. The doll didn’t do the trick anyway, and I realized why. There wasn’t a man or doll alive—or not—who turned me on as much as Marco. The newfound realization scared and excited me on a level I wasn’t even sure I understood.

  I flung the door open and stared into his dark eyes. “Come on,” I purred. “Let’s go upstairs.” I let my silk robe open in the front and walked across the foyer with leggy strides so he could see my calf and thigh, watch the bend of my knee and see how great my legs looked in a pair of spiked high heels.

  “Keep the robe,” he said. “Lose the shoes.”

  So much for seducing a ma
n who wanted everything on his own terms. The shoes were kicked to the wayside upon request. I took the first step and looked back, halfway expecting him to stop me.

  “Do you have toys upstairs?” he asked, following behind me.

  “What’s your pleasure?”

  At the landing separating the lower steps from the upper stairs, he yanked the robe tie and the material cascaded over my shoulders. He stood at my back and stripped the silk garment away from my body. His lips moved across my skin, his tongue caressing everywhere he could kiss between my shoulder blades and then up and down my spine.

  Shivering, I said. “You’ll have to carry me if you keep this up.”

  His thighs bunched, and he swiftly gathered me in his arms, carrying me up the final flight of stairs. His gaze settled on my breasts and my nipples pointed forward with the noticeable chill in the air, not to mention the lust he stirred.

  “I’m at the end of the hall,” I whispered.

  He wasn’t in any particular hurry as he strolled across the carpet. When he reached my bedroom, he nudged the door with his foot and walked right on inside.

  “Oh no,” I said, eying my bed and the doll I affectionately called Antonio.

  Amused, Marco walked over to the bed and dropped me next to my playmate. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  “I can explain,” I said, swiping the lube under my pillow.

  “I’ll bet,” he said, studying the doll’s torso and the erect penis Antonio always kept. “Do you…”

  I pursed my lips. I mean come on, what was I supposed to do, deny I had sex with the damn thing when my strawberry lubricant still glistened on his pecker? I thought about it. Hell, I almost tried to claim someone broke into the place and used my favorite toy while I was otherwise engaged with Marco.

  He stared at the doll. “You get off on that?”

  Literally, yes. “You mean do I have an orgasm when I use my toys?”

  “I guess, yes.”

  Damn straight. If a man couldn’t get the job done, I knew where to find Antonio, and he finished wherever his human counterparts left off. Marco really had no one to blame but himself.

  Moving my love doll’s materials to the wayside, I shoved the doll repair and cleaning kit out of glaring range too.

  “Suzy, I guess I’m just at a loss here,” he said, picking up the rubber doll lubricant and tossing it next to the box with the “hand pump for playmates” inscription.

  “What don’t you understand?” I asked, striking a saucy pose while gripping the bedpost. “A woman my age has certain needs, unmanageable desires.”

  “A woman your age apparently needs a lot of discipline.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  “A promise,” he said with a guttural moan while undressing. When he whipped the belt in my direction, I didn’t flinch. I was bound and determined to make him think I’d submit at all costs.

  I fluffed up the pillows and nervously straightened the bed while he stripped away his pants and boxers, shirt and tie. “Look at me, Suzy.”

  After I tossed a decorative pillow toward the end of the bed, my gaze met his. His penis hung forward, and the mushroom head drew my tongue, purely instinctive, of course, and I pressed it against my top lip.

  “Do you know what I want?” he asked, eyeing the doll.

  I knew what I wanted, and Antonio didn’t make the list. I already had some of his action, and he was a pretty bad lay compared to the real thing. He didn’t move fast enough for my liking.

  Marco inched closer to the bed, snaked his thick arm around my hips and gave me a gentle love pat on the bottom. “Do you have any idea what I’d love to see you do?”

  “Please don’t say the doll,” I whispered, licking his lips and then pressing my mouth against his.

  Opening his mouth to speak and then flashing a devilish smile so wide I ultimately kissed his teeth, he said, “Now Suzy, we agreed you’d do whatever I wanted you to do.”

  True, but I never played with Antonio in front of anyone. A few times Mark walked in on me in the middle of a humping session with my sex doll, but overall, Antonio and I enjoyed our share of privacy locked behind my bedroom door.

  Marco’s gaze lowered, and his fingers traveled across my back until he held me in a loose embrace. “Get on the bed,” he instructed.

  I raised a brow and asked, “Where?” I tried to play dumb, hoping I could kick the sex doll off to the side and he’d somehow lose his value in the process. Out of sight, out of mind.

  Chuckling, he said, “I just want you on the bed, on your knees, facing me.”

  Oh, I could do that without delay.

  I climbed on the bed and placed my hands on his shoulders for balance. His cock touched my mound, and a bolt of electricity zipped right through my sex. Aroused, the only thing I wanted to do was reach down, pump his cock through my hand a few times and then aim his pretty pecker for a positioned start.

  He moved my hands to his neck and then wrapped his arm around me and said, “I really am a virgin.”

  The damn electrical current went from zip to zap, and the lust I felt two seconds before his statement turned into a profound need, a hunger so completely unexplainable that I was dying for him to take me.

  “Why have you waited?” I asked. It seemed like the appropriate question.

  “The why doesn’t matter. Someday, I may tell you.”

  “Then why me?”

  “Why not you?”

  Well, for starters, I would’ve thought if he saved himself for marriage or whatever, he’d look for prospects in some sort of white book of virgins rather than find a woman who topped the black list of tramps.

  “Why not me,” I whispered in agreement without voicing my inept reasoning.

  His mouth covered mine, and if I’d ever been kissed before, those kisses didn’t matter and certainly never amounted to much. They didn’t compare to the way his mouth stole away with the moment, ignited a passionate start to our time together.

  With his tongue touching my tongue, his lips pressed against my lips, his breathing changed, increasing to a heavy sigh one minute and then a true reluctance, like he wasn’t breathing at all, the very next. I tumbled into a mountain of trouble.

  I was falling for this man. Head over heels, no holding back now, flipping the hell out because I already knew what I held in my arms. It wasn’t good. Oh no, this thing Marco and I started wasn’t an average romance. I was falling hard, tripping really, into a maddening kind of love.

  No, I thought as his lips left mine. Oh, no, no, no.

  I couldn’t think of this thing as love. I had to call it out by a more appropriate name.

  “Yes, that’s right. This is lust,” I whispered, regretting my words almost the instant I spoke them.

  His lips quivered. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

  I swallowed hard and then clasped my hands tighter around his neck. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Me?” he asked, playfully dropping his lips to my nipple and swirling his soft tongue around my areola. “I’m going to make you into an honest, respectable woman. That’s what I plan to do because I’m a serious kind of guy, Suzy. A man who goes after what he’s destined to have without pausing for fear of moving too fast.”

  What the hell? I couldn’t think now. I could only respond. Only react because a man with his status in the sports world seemed hell bent on making me his woman, maybe even his wife.

  Dear God, surely not.

  My body braced against his. My hands roamed across his firm shoulders, down his broad chest, and then gripped his muscular arms. He swayed a little and then pressed me against the bed.

  “Your control is killing me here,” I said, nipping at his jaw as he seemed to indulge in the feeling of my pussy right under the tip of his cock.

  “I’m actually…losing the control I planned to keep,” he said, rolling off of me and staring at the ceiling.

  Realizing if I was his first, he wouldn’t last long,
I made an easy suggestion. Leaning over him, I asked, “Can I give you a blowjob?” Eyeing his extraordinary size, I sure hoped he took my offer. This was one time I didn’t want more to ultimately mean less.

  He glanced at the doll, and I shook my head, touched his penis, and felt him twitch under my hand. “Yeah, I’d like to have my cock in your throat,” he said. “But first, I want to see what I should expect.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, gaping at the damn sex toy I already used enough for one night.

  He reached over and pulled the doll onto the bed again. “Hmm, he feels real, doesn’t he?”

  “It does feel real,” I corrected, grabbing a moist towelette from the cleaning kit and wrapping my hand around the toy’s cock.

  “Show me what I can look forward to, Suzy,” he said in a steady tone. “Suck that cock and show me.”

  Lowering my head to the doll’s belly, I licked the tip of the toy, pulling the soft tip into my mouth and then showing off as I rose and fell over the full shaft, tapping the imitation balls at the base. Mumbling, I spread my legs and reached for my pussy, wanting to tempt Marco as much as possible.

  With a quick yank, he pulled me to him, and I immediately opened my mouth over his swollen dick and sucked the tender skin right under the swell of the thick mushroom head. Swirling my tongue over the crest and then down his shaft, I didn’t suck him all the way to my throat. Instead, I played with him. He moaned as he hardened and his masculine scent tempted my senses.

  My pussy throbbed with desire. I longed to know the feel of him swelling inside my walls.

  “Oh, sweet lover,” he whispered.

  Okay, so now he needed to see the seductress. This sweet business was for the birds.

  “I was damn jealous of that doll, Suzy.”

  Licking the head of his cock and sipping the slit oozing with his delicious pre-cum, I said,“I know.” And I believed him. After all, he only allowed a minute and a half of toy play before he demanded my attention.

  I sucked him to the roof of my mouth and his hand immediately went to my head. “Not too fast, lover. Take me slow.”