With one hand, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and took myself in my hand, guiding it between her legs. I pushed in without a fight since she was so wet, and both of us groaned at the same time from the feeling of being connected. “You drive me insane, Lucy. You know that?”
“If it’s anything compared to how insane you make me feel, then I understand.” Lucy rubbed her hands up her body, and hearing that I drove her crazy made me mad and happy. I pulled my cock free from her tightness and flipped her over, yanked the dress up to the middle of her back and gripped her ass, shaking the globes before shoving back inside her.
“I drive you crazy?” I asked her, dragging my cock lazily in and out of her sweet pussy. “Me? No,” I shook my head and wiped the sweat off my brow. “No, you don’t get to say that because you haven’t given me the chance to drive you crazy. I don’t want to run away from you.” I didn’t go easy on her. I took her mouth in a brutal kiss, doing my best to make her feel the amount of madness she made me feel, good and bad.
Her pussy spasmed around my cock, and I looked down, staring at us, watching my cock disappear. Lucy’s lips hugged me tight, and with every retreat I made, I saw the skin of her flesh try to suck me back in. Whatever she said, I knew one thing, Lucy never wanted me to leave this body. It was like two missing halves finally getting together when we were having sex.
Lucy’s entire body tightened under me, and I fell forward, bracing my elbows on the table as I rocked into her. She turned her head to the side as she cried out, and her teeth grabbed hold of my desk calendar, biting down until her teeth left indentations. I drove into her faster, harder, and her dress tried to slide down to cover her ass. I shoved it back up because I wasn’t about to let anything block the view of what I saw beneath me.
What a fucking vision.
Lucy’s pussy squeezed me tighter until it made it impossible to sink deeper, impossible to feel her womb against my tip. She orgasmed, soaking the front of my pants as she tightened around me violently, shaking until the pens on my desk quaked from the vibration.
“Godrick,” she whimpered, going limp under me.
My name in her voice milked the come straight out of my cock. I pumped my come into her, filling her channel. When I pulled free, my come dripped from her, and a drop fell from my slit onto the carpet. I didn’t care. No one would say anything to me if they saw it, they wouldn’t even question it.
My sticky seed veiled her sheath in white, and it reminded me of a bride. She was all dressed up and had nowhere to go, shame. I’d have to change that tonight and take her out, but to do that, she had to keep me between her legs.
“I need my panties,” she said through heavy breaths.
I shook my head as I tucked myself in and buttoned my pants. “No. I want you to keep me between your legs. I want you to feel me. I want you to feel what you do to me. And when I see you later, I want to be able to take you with ease and slide right in.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, pulling her dress down to cover herself up. By doing so, she covered my seed on her thighs, and it made me growl.
“I said, don’t wash me off. I want my come to be there all day, you hear me?”
Her red hair flutters as she disagrees with me. “No. That’s way too intimate, especially when I have to go the rest of the day working and walking. I’m not doing that.”
I invaded her space, looked at her dead in the eye, and wrapped my hand around her throat again. “Did you just tell me no?”
She kept her chin held high, never batting an eyelash when I applied pressure, but I felt her pulse skip a beat. My hand in such a delicate place made her nervous. I liked that.
“Yes,” her voice broke like she didn’t want to admit she told me no.
“When will you learn that you telling me no, is never going to work, baby?” I sat down in the chair and placed my elbows on the armrest, rubbing my chin with my hand. “Lift your dress and bend over my knees.”
“What?” her eyes widened. “Why?”
“Don’t question me. Just do it.” My cock threatened to get hard again, but I was trying to calm myself. This was something that needed to happen. She deserved to get spanked for telling me no. If I knew she meant it, I wouldn’t spank her, but lying to me didn’t sit well with me. I knew she wanted to feel me between her pussy lips. I knew every time she walked; she wanted to feel the slide of me coating her.
I knew because when she said no, she licked her lips as she stared at me tucking my cock away. She had small tells, but I knew them. “You have five seconds to bend over my knee before things get worse for you, baby.”
She swallowed, her throat bouncing. Her skin was a bit red from my hand and having my mark on her; my come in her, it made me feel more powerful like I had magic flowing in my veins. I’d never hurt her, and I knew Lucy liked it when I gripped her throat because her eye dilated, and her nipples always got hard. She’d never experienced anyone like me before. Lucy lifted her dress again, and her thighs slid together from my come. I saw the white cream sticking to her lips, and I wanted to ask her to spread them to let me see how swollen she was from our fucking just a few seconds ago, but when she bent over my knee and her white globes shined in my office light, my palm twitched to make those flawless cheeks red.
“Look at you,” I marveled, rubbing the smooth skin. “So perfect, but so defiant at the same time. I know what you want Lucy. Why must you fight me all the time?”
“I don’t,” she said.
Another lie. I brought my hand up and let it fly through the air, landing on her left cheek with a hard smack. “Liar.”
“No I’m not,” she whimpered.
Smack.
“Another lie. Tell me the truth. Tell me what you like from me.”
“Godrick.” I heard tears in her voice, but it wasn’t enough to get me to stop because I knew, while this was different than what she was used to, she loved it. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be here right now.
I tsked, bringing my hand down again, my palm burning from the intensity. “Tell. Me.”
“No!” she argued, clutching the fabric of my pants as she once again denied me.
I rubbed her red flesh and clicked my tongue with impatience. “Count. I’ll stop at five, and at five, I expect the truth from you. Do you understand?”
She wiggled on my lap and turned her head to the side. I noticed her cheeks were bright red and mascara smudging under her lower lash line.
“No one likes a liar, Lucy.” Smack.
“One,” she began to count on a low moan.
I alternated to the next cheek since the left was so red.
Smack.
“Two.”
Smack.
Lucy cried out, “Three!”
Smack.
My hand buzzed, and my heart raced. My cock was getting hard again, and I thought of sliding back inside her, watching her red ass bounce against me.
“Four.” The word was a sob, which was a contradiction to how much her cunt glistened.
I brought my hand lower, giving the globes a much-needed break. I slid my fingers through her folds and grinned. She was dripping. My woman liked to be roughhoused a little bit. I brought my hand down directly on her pussy.
“Five! Oh, God! Five!” she shouted, and a small splash of her come hit my stinging hand as she orgasmed. “Five,” Lucy whispered, tears falling down her face as she stood. She pulled her dress down and glared at me with confusion and anger. She wiped her tears away, but they were far from being done. Her chin wobbled, and she didn’t look at me again as she ran out the door.
I made her do that a lot.
I always made her run from me.
What did I do? I glared at my hand, wet from her orgasm and red from the spanking, and wondered if it had a mind of its own. The spanking was almost a blur. I was high from it. I should have been easier on her, but I didn’t regret a thing.
And I had a feeling, neither did she.
Once again, I’d give her
time, but this running had to stop. One day, she was going to run, and it would be right into my arms.
Chapter Seventeen
Lucy
My ass stung as I ran out of the building. I had no panties, come dripping down my thighs, and a sated sexual appetite. I didn’t know why I was crying. I loved what he did. When he spanked me, a jolt of excitement and danger made me feel adventurous and sexy. It hurt, and the pain was unexpected. He spanked me harder than it thought he would, and it was a shock. I never had anyone spank me before. It made a rush of emotions build inside me like it was a way of internally cleansing me.
It was too much to deal with in that moment with Godrick, but running wasn’t the answer. I had a feeling I’d get spanked for that too, but I just needed a little breather, a chance to calm down and get my thoughts together. The damn tears wouldn’t stop. It was like a dam broke, mental clarity and emotional clarity were happening, but in order to get there, I had to cry, I had to release all the pain from the last year.
I looked both ways before crossing the street and waved to a car that stopped so I could go. I ran, putting a slight pep in my step, so the car didn’t have to wait because of me for too long. Once I was on the other side of the road, I found the subway entrance and hurried down the steps, smashing my shoulders into people and not saying excuse me. I stopped saying pleasantries when no one gave them in return. I slid my metro card into the slot and walked through the metal gate onto the platform. No one looked at me as I cried. It must be an everyday thing for the people of New York City to look on when something awkward was happening to their left and right. I was grateful. I didn’t want attention; I just wanted to be left alone so my feelings could work themself out. When the doors opened to the train, I hurried on and ran right into someone’s chest.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Lucy?”
My breath left my lungs in a frozen puff of air as my blood went from hot to cold. A sweat broke out all over my body. There was no way that was his voice. I knew he was here, but blindly knowing he was here between actually knowing were two completely different things. What did I do? I was going to pretend I didn’t hear him. I kept walking toward the back of the train, making my way through strangers.
“Lucy! Wait up. Stop.” His hand landed on my arm, and he spun me around. “Funny seeing you here.” Brian had a dangerous glint in his eye for a moment before he plastered on a fake smile, and then it faded, as if he cared when he noticed I was crying. He reached up and brushed a tear away, and I jerked back. I felt trapped. I had nowhere to go.
The train jerked forward as it started to move, and I held onto the pole to the left of me. I didn’t meet his eyes. I had no idea what to say. I felt vulnerable in so many ways right now. I had no panties, Godrick’s come in and on my pussy, his handprint on my ass, all while my stalker stood in front of me, breaking his restraining order. I didn’t know what he wanted, but I knew not wearing underwear made me feel very uncomfortable right now. What if he tried something?
“Why are you crying?”
“Why are you here?” I took a step back. “You know you aren’t allowed within three−hundred−feet of me, Brian.”
“That’s kind of hard to do in New York City, Lucy. I’m just on the train. I’m not trying to do anything to you, but now that you are here, I just want to let you know that I miss you. I want you back.” He stepped forward and lowered his head so I could hear him better. “I regret what I did, haven’t you gotten any of my gifts?”
I took out my phone and typed a message to Logan to meet me at the train stop but hesitated to send it because he was at work. I didn’t want to bother Maria because Brian could overpower the both of us, and bothering Godrick didn’t seem like a good idea right now.
Brian stood in front of me. I had to get out of here.
“Brian, please leave me alone. I’m calling the cops right now.” I pressed nine, and then he circled his fingers around my wrist and squeezed until my knees gave out, and I whined with pain. He jerked me closer to him and rubbed his nose over my hair, humming at the same time as he rutted his cock against my thigh.
He kissed the side of my temple, still smelling me. “God, I miss you. You smell so good, Lucy. I love you. I know you can love me back.”
“Brian, you’re hurting me.”
He gripped my other hand and locked both of my wrists against his chest and brought his face so close to mine, I thought he was going to kiss me. “You won’t know pain if you don’t stop seeing that other man, do I make myself clear?” He chuckled when he saw the look on my face. I tried to pull free, but every tug against my wrist made me worried I’d break both of them. “Oh, yes, I know all about him. You better think long and hard about this. We wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.”
I was going to scream. Once I did that, he would have to let go, but I couldn’t go anywhere with the train moving. I was stuck. Waiting for the train to come to a stop was my only option.
“You’ve had your fun away from me. We’ve fought. You think ten years of us being together and something as small as me fucking another woman is going to come between us? I learned my lesson, Lucy. I’d never do that to you again. I can’t live without you.”
My entire body shivered from the unexpected encounter. My phone vibrated a few times in my hand, and I wanted to look to see what my tribe had to say. Logan would protect me, Maria would be the shoulder I needed, and Godrick, he’d be the ferocious warrior that would slay all my demons for me. He’d be my guardian angel.
“You can’t be mad at me forever.”
“We are over, Brian!” I raised my voice, and a few people turned their heads. A few men looked over at us with curious glares, and women sat down on the benches, already judging Brian, a guy they didn’t know. Women didn’t want to be bothered. Ever. And when a man bothered a woman in public, we only found it annoying, and we felt unsafe. “Over. I want nothing to do with you.” The train slowed, the brakes squeaked as it rolled to a stop, and the lights flickered.
The light strobing played a mirage on Brian’s face. He looked like the guy you stayed away from as he walked down the street. He had on a long khaki coat that had the appearance of him hiding something. Brian’s dirty blonde hair was long and shaggy, unlike Godrick’s well-maintained hairstyle. He looked thinner, but as I looked into his eyes, the man glaring back at me was not the man I had been with for ten years.
That man was gone, and another man took his place. A man that made me fear for my life.
“You don’t mean that, Lucy.” He shook his head, releasing me, and tugged on his hair three times as if it were a habit. “You’re just confused right now. You’ll see.”
“Get off me,” I tried pushing him away with a grunt, and the lights strobed again.
His hand landed across my face at the same time the lights flickered again. A loud slap rang through the air, causing my ears to ring, and the sudden abuse made my tears dry up real quick. He had never hit me before. My hand landed on my cheek, and when I brought my eyes from the floor to him, Brian was gone.
“What…” I spun around, staring through the crowd of people. A few stood and most sat, but there wasn’t one person who was walking down the aisle, I would see it because it would disrupt the sanction of everything right now. He was gone.
Poof.
Like he was never there. Did I imagine that entire thing? No, he was here. My cheek stung just like my ass, but the two couldn’t be more different. My ass stung with pleasure; my cheek burned with hate. The look in Brian’s eye was pure venom. He was toxic, and if he thought that would make me fall to my knees and take him back, he was wrong.
The train finally came to a stop, and I wasted no time dashing through the sliding doors as they opened. I was the first person off the train. Brian could be right behind me now. I had to get lost in the sea of people that made the city. I hunkered down and dodged left and right through people of all shapes and sizes. Climbing the steps, I still held my cheek in shock.
Once
I got above ground, the mist of rain cooled my skin, and the grey skies flashed with lightning. It was about to pour. The wind picked up, and all it did was make my eyes water. The apartment building was just across the street now.
I followed the crosswalks, watching for the lights to tell me when and when not to walk. I swiped a card to be let in, and right as I stepped inside, a pelt of rain fell from the sky. I turned my head from the window, kept my head down, and dragged my feet to the elevator. The last hour of my life had been too eventful.
When I got to my apartment, I locked the door behind me and banged my head against the wood, closing my eyes to relax.
“What the fuck?” Logan and Maria said in unison as they saw me. I had no idea what Logan was doing home, but when I opened my eyes, Logan paced. Maria grabbed her phone and took pictures of my wrists and cheek.
They were already bruising. My wrists were red with a slight blue hue, and my cheek tingled from Brian’s slap. “He had never hit me before,” I said, stunned and unable to move away from the door. Tears quickly fell down my face.
Logan marched up to me and cupped the side of my face that wasn’t bruised. I flinched. I knew he’d never hurt me, and I hated that flinching caused him to look so defeated. “Who did this to you? Was it Godrick?”
“What? No! Never Godrick. I saw Brian. He was on the train. He warned me to stay away from Godrick. He said he missed me.”
“Jesus Christ, that bastard. I’ll kill him when I see him. I’ll kill him!” Logan pulled me into his chest and held onto me so tight; I wondered if he thought I was going to blow away. “Lucy, I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay?” Logan’s hands found their way on either side of my head, and his eyes were wells as he stared at me. Logan wasn’t the kind of man to cry, and I knew he hated that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to protect me from Brian and his obsession with me. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He tried to convince me, but I knew the words were just a manifestation of his self−consciousness. Logan was trying to convince himself.
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