Twist Me

by Lori Lane

  He watched me in quiet observation, his hands resting softly on my thighs.

  I got lost in his body, tracing the copious amount of tattoos and hard lines of his muscles. He was incredibly attractive physically and I felt the desire growing within me the longer I was around him.

  Clarke's hands traveled up my thighs, over the flesh of my stomach and over my bra as he pulled my shirt off. He unhooked and removed my bra in one graceful movement before pulling me closer. My heart raced as his lips traveled the length of my chest, leaving soft kisses. I melted into the sensual feeling as he circled my nipples before capturing one between his teeth gently.

  He unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand inside, teasing my wetness through the thin lace of my panties. I gasped when he sucked firmly on my nipple, pain, and pleasure skittering across the flesh. He wrapped his free arm around my back to still me, slipping into my panties and plunging two fingers inside.

  I squirmed and moaned as a warmth overcame my belly, traveling up to my face. He fingered me roughly, his mouth capturing my other nipple aggressively as he held me in place.

  “Clarke,” I whimpered vulnerably, grabbing his shoulder tightly.

  He ran his tongue up my chest and throat until his lips met mine roughly, silencing me. I kissed him back, biting his lip and moaning when he returned the favor. His fingers curled, rubbing a sensitive area of my cavern as his thumb graced my clit. I dissolved into his grasp, even moved my pelvis along with him.

  I wanted more of him. No, not wanted, I needed more of him in a sick way.

  “I want you,” I murmured against his lips, kissing him harder as desire clouded my senses. Everything up to this point had been forgotten about, all that mattered was the way he touched me and the way it made me feel.

  “Oh, yeah?” He coaxed, biting my lip softly.

  “Please,” I moaned vulnerably as his hand disappeared from my wetness.

  Clarke smirked at me as he pulled away. “Take your clothes off.”

  I stood up and slowly slipped out of my jeans and panties, stepping out of them. My body completely bare to him as I watched him drink in every nook and cranny, his eyes focusing on certain areas far longer than others. His gaze sent a thrill through me and I quickly stopped feeling embarrassed.

  He stood slowly, towering over me once he had. I craned my head back to look at him as his hands caressed my sides. “You're so beautiful, Catherine,” he mused quietly as his hands moved over my breasts.

  I unbuttoned his jeans as he continued caressing my body, pulling the zipper down. He ran his thumb across my lip as I tugged his clothes down until they fell to the ground. My eyes widened when his proud cock stood between us, its size and girth shocking as I stared at it.

  Clarke took my hand and guided it around him, moving our hands slowly up and down the shaft. He helped me explore how it felt in my hand, catching my gaze as his free hand firmly grabbed my ass. I inhaled shortly as my desire spiked and I found myself eagerly stroking him.

  He chuckled erotically and picked me up bridal style. I kissed his neck tenderly, taking a page from his book as I firmly sucked on the flesh until it bruised. His fingers dug into my thigh and torso as he carried me, a low moan escaping his throat. I'd hit a sweet spot with him and I took full advantage of that, sucking on his neck the whole way to his bed.

  I gasped when he threw me onto the bed roughly, standing at the edge for a second before he grabbed my hips and positioned me on my hands and knees. His hands rubbed across my ass softly before he suddenly slapped it roughly. The skin tingled and stung where his hands had touched, and without warning, he did it again – harder. I cried out when he did it a third time and it sent genuine pain across my ass.

  He pulled my hips backward and rubbed his erection across my wetness. “Tell me if it hurts, kitten,” he said, grabbing his hardness and easing the tip inside of my eager core. It stretched my walls, filling me up as he went deeper.

  I bit my lip when it started to feel like too much, my body reflexively pulling away from him. He adjusted to it, slowing down until I got comfortable again. It continued like this until he was able to completely enter me, his hands gripping my hips gently. Eventually, it started to feel really good and I craved more.

  “You don't have to be so gentle,” I offered, confidant that he wasn't going to hurt me and eager to see what pleasure he could give me.

  Clarke didn't need to be told twice. His eager cock filled my walls with each thrust, his hands tightening around my hips as he let himself devour me. I moaned loudly as he picked up speed and began slamming inside of me. The pleasure overtook the pain, but I still felt the way my walls contracted to accommodate his girth and ached when he hit certain spots too hard.

  A warmth was starting to build between my legs, spreading up my middle as he continued to penetrate my core. I was fisting the blanket and arching my back as he quickly realized that I wasn't going to break. Everything started to feel light as air as I buried my face into the bed to muffle the moans falling from my parted lips.

  His eager thrusts halted as Clarke pulled out of me.

  I rolled onto my back to look at him, pressing my thighs together sheepishly, and I wondered if I had done something wrong. The answer came when he ordered me to lie in the middle of the bed and got into it with me. After obeying him, I was pleased to watch him spread my legs and climb over the top of me. His erection rubbed against my wetness as he kissed me passionately.

  “I want to see the look on your face as you come undone,” he murmured, positioning himself at my entrance.

  His words sent an erotic shiver down my spine and I kissed him harder, pressing into his hardness. The head slipped in just enough to reignite the warmth inside of me and it overtook me, driving me to wrap my legs around him to gain the leverage to push him further in.

  “Please,” I whispered, moving my mouth to his throat and sucking on the flesh eagerly. He plunged deep inside of me, his breath fanning across my ear as he thrust eagerly.

  I dug my nails into his shoulder blades and tilted my head back, caving to the pleasure. He took the opportunity to attack the base of my throat, returning the favor as he sucked and dragged his teeth along the skin.

  “Clarke,” I moaned, surprised by the sensation of the combination. His thrusts worked the stimulated walls of my core and as his mouth teased my flesh, it continued to ignite the pleasure.

  The warmth that had been building inside of me tripled and I found myself gasping. I couldn't control myself anymore, my lustful hips bucking greedily each time he hit the right spot. My muscles were slowly giving up, turning to mush as I tried to keep up with the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

  Clarke lifted his head to look me in the eye, his thumb running over my bottom lip as I panted. His eyes were narrowed lustfully, studying my face. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but when I wrapped my lips around his thumb and sucked on it gently, Clarke gave a lustful sigh.

  “Oh, Catherine,” he whispered, running his thumb down my throat once I'd released it. I was scared he might choke me too hard again as his hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed.

  But, instead, he flexed his grip on my throat periodically as he watched my face. It was almost like he was testing the limits, finding the middle ground between our boundaries. His thrusts had slowed down, but once he found what he was looking for, Clarke went back to quick, deep thrusts. Again, I was surprised by the combined pleasure I received from both his eager cock and the way he squeezed.

  His name fell off my tongue passionately, a string of moans following shortly after as he worked me into an overwhelming level of warmth. It felt like my whole body was humming, traveling to my extremities as I writhed in the pleasure. I couldn't control the racing in my heart or the erratic, short pants of my breath.

  “That's it,” he coaxed, watching me as I came undone.

  “Clarke,” I moaned, dragging my nails over his back. “I think I'm … I think I'm going to …”

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p; He tightened his grip on my throat and thrust eagerly until I let out a choked moan. After I had climaxed, Clarke pulled out of me and spread white-hot semen across my stomach and breasts before collapsing next to me.

  My body tingled as I lied there, basking in the afterglow of what I could only describe as mind-blowing sex. I hadn't expected my first time to be so thrilling, so equally pleasing and giving. I learned a few things about myself that I didn't know and even as I ached, I found myself wanting more.

  Chapter 4:

  Things changed after I lost my virginity. I found myself thinking about sex more often than I ever had before. But, I also started feeling like more of a sex slave than Clarke's girlfriend – if you could even call me that. He hadn't actually asked me to be his girlfriend and we hadn't actually gone on a date. Today marked the thirtieth day since I moved in with him and while things have been great sexually, not much has changed when it comes to his anger. He still gets short-tempered and lashes out at me after he comes home from whatever he does.

  Today wasn't much different when he came in, threw me over his shoulder, and immediately went to the bedroom. I could tell that something had really pissed him off and he needed a release. His tactics in the bedroom felt different today, however.

  I gasped when he tore my clothes off and shoved me to my knees, undoing his pants. Up until this point, I hadn't ever actually had him inside my mouth. It was something that still made me bashful and he had respected it. But, this Clarke wasn't asking questions, he was making demands.

  “Clarke,” I began, trying to reason with him as he pulled his erection out and dangled it before my face.

  He silenced me by shoving himself into my mouth roughly, the head of his cock banging into the back of my throat painfully. I grabbed his hips as he held the back of my head and thrust into my mouth greedily. Panic rising in my chest as I gained my barrings, learning to breathe through my nose after a while.

  I dared a vulnerable glance up at him. He had his eyes on me, watching as he fucked my throat roughly. It pleased him to see me as a vulnerable, submissive woman, and I couldn't help the dirty feeling that washed over me. I'm more than this, I thought sadly.

  Clarke continued his selfish act of satisfaction for several minutes before he came, deep inside of my throat, and removed his cock. I swallowed in surprise and fell to the ground, tears welled in my eyes as I averted my gaze.

  “What the fuck, Clarke?” I asked him under my breath.

  He crouched down in front of me and lifted my chin.

  “You're mine, Catherine, and if I find out that you're talking to him again, I'll kill him. Got it?” He threatened, holding my chin tightly.

  My eyes widened as I realized that he'd gone through my cell phone and read my texts to Benjamin – the man who grew up my brother. It enraged me that he broke my privacy and decided to assume I was a slut instead of asking me.

  “If you're talking about my brother Benjamin, you better step back. I won't cut him out of my life, Clarke! You can't isolate me from my friends and family, it isn't right!” I shouted, shoving his hand away as I stood up.

  He chuckled darkly and caught my arm tightly in his hand. “Don't speak to me that way, Catherine.”

  I shoved him angrily. “Or what? What are you going to do about it, Clarke?”

  In a swift movement, Clarke grabbed my arm, sat on the bed, and bent me over his knees. I shouted at him as he pinned my wrists against my back with one hand and spanked me aggressively with the other.

  “Are you going to behave?” He asked me.

  I glowered at the floor, silent.

  His hand struck my ass once again and he repeated the question.

  “Are you going to make me cut off contact with my brother?” I countered defiantly.

  He sighed heavily, sounding annoyed. “Are you going to keep fighting me on this?”

  “To the death,” I stated matter of factly.

  Clarke released my wrists and leaned back on his hands as I rose to my feet. “Fine. But, he better watch his ass because if anything seems even remotely too friendly, I'll be on his doorstep, Catherine. I fucking mean it.”

  Wait, did I just win? I thought cautiously as I sat down next to him.

  “Get dressed, I'm taking you to dinner with your parents. Maybe wear a scarf,” He demanded, buttoning his slacks.

  *******

  It had been a month since I last saw my parents, and the last time I saw them was more than a little traumatic. So, as Clarke and I entered the restaurant hand-in-hand with his bodyguards flanking us, I was more than just excited. I had asked him last week to have dinner with my parents and his response had been 'we'll see'. Little did I know, he was already in the process of setting a dinner date up.

  “Oh, my god, Catherine!” My mother exclaimed as we came around the corner to a booth they had been seated at. She quickly stood up and pulled me into her arms tightly, yanking my hand out of Clarke's in the process.

  I watched over her shoulder as my father stood up and joined in on the hug as my mother sobbed into my shoulder. It felt nice to be in their arms again after such a long, trying time away from them. But, I knew that it was eating Clarke up to see their happiness. My father had really fucked up when he didn't pay what he owed and that fractured their relationship down the middle.

  Gently, I released myself from their arms and took my place back at Clarke's side, taking his hand in mine tightly. I didn't miss the look that crossed both of their faces when they saw our hands. It showed disgust mostly, but I saw through to the worry they both felt for me.

  “It's nice to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Alderidge,” Clarke said politely, his lips in a tight smile.

  My mother glowered at him meekly. “It's nice to see our daughter again, Mr. Mariucci. Thank you for allowing us this dinner.”

  His hand flexed in mine as he stamped out the anger. “My pleasure, your daughter really is a wonderful young woman. I've grown quite fond of her.”

  Anger flashed across my father's face as he looked at Clarke. He didn't like it one bit that he had gotten his claws into me. In fact, there was a distinct look of hatred on his face as they shook hands briefly.

  “Shall we sit?” I asked, breaking the tension.

  We took our seats in the booth and Clarke placed his hand between my thighs under the table, closer to my knees than what he really wanted. It had become a normal thing at home, but it felt a little too intimate at a restaurant across from my parents. Softly, I tapped his hand to try and get his hand away, but he only nestled it further and I gave up.

  “So, how have you guys been?” I asked my parents to draw the attention back to them.

  My father ignored the question, staring daggers into Clarke who smirked his way. But, my mother had no trouble ranting to me about her country club drama. Her hands waving this way and that for emphasis. I tried my best to listen to her, but I kept coming back to the staring match between my father and Clarke.

  “Knock it off, Henry,” my mother scolded suddenly, leaning in to whisper something I couldn't hear.

  I turned to look at Clarke, who looked back at me affectionately. He seemed relaxed, unbothered as he sat across from my parents. It stirred something unpleasant in me and I bit back the deserved anger as the waiter came to take our order.

  “What more do you want from us?” My father asked once he had left.

  “Dad,” I warned, worried he'd just started a fight.

  Clarke squeezed my thigh and smiled. “I don't want a thing from you. We're here for Catherine's happiness, not mine.”

  I was taken aback by his words and so was my father.

  “Bullshit,” he muttered.

  “Genuinely, Mr. Alderidge. Catherine's been asking to have dinner with you and as I am not keeping her prisoner, I made it happen. I do not wish you ill-will because Catherine cares deeply for you,” Clarke stated calmly.

  Again, my father called bullshit. At this point, it was becoming startlingly clear that he was
taunting Clarke. He wanted to provoke a reaction out of him that would paint him in an unfavorable light. Unfortunately for my father, Clarke is a very calm, collected person when it came to his image. He may have anger issues, but he isn't stupid by any means.

  “Look, we can continue this back and forth all night, or we can just agree to disagree and get on with our evening. The choice is yours, Mr. Alderidge,” Clarke stated, glancing toward his bodyguards briefly.

  “Just answer me this one question and I'll drop it,” my father requested, looking at him evenly.

  Clarke nodded for him to continue.

  “How long do you intend to keep our daughter to prove your point? I've nearly come up with our entire debt, will you release her once I've paid?” He asked.

  My father's question made me realize just how much I didn't want that to happen and I pressed my thighs together around Clarke's hand. Somehow, I'd managed to fall in love with Clarke despite all of his anger issues. I never wanted to be out of his life and maybe that was stupid of me, but I just didn't.

  Clarke turned toward me and smiled softly. “I'd like to keep Catherine for the rest of her life. You see, I love your daughter very much and I plan on giving her the world. She's given me something very precious and I'm working to be the man she deserves. So, to answer your question, no.”

  He loves me? I wondered selfishly as my father slammed his hands onto the table and my mother tried to calm him down.

  “This is ridiculous, you're playing God,” he said through gritted teeth.

  I held my hand up to quiet Clarke's response and hoped that it hadn't offended him. “Do I get a say in any of this? It is my life after all.”

  All eyes were on me, expectant.

  “I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you guys,” I began, looking at my parents lovingly. “But, I'd also be lying if I said I didn't love Clarke. I love him so much that it's hard to breathe sometimes, and maybe that makes me crazy – but I'd rather be crazy and in love than regret walking away from him.”

  “You have a death wish, Catherine, and I refuse to watch it,” My father scolded.