Stealing Allie

by H S Russell

  He smiles with eyes colder than normal; they almost scare me. He leans back down, starting to work on my stomach. He bites the bottom of my breasts that hang just above my belly button. He works on his pants, pulling them down as he pulls out his cock. He’s swollen and rigid and needs to come as much as I do.

  When he sees me looking at it, he stands up and taps it against my closed mouth. “Open your mouth so I can stick it in,” he tells me.

  I should tell him no and deny him like he does me. But instead, I moan with happiness, finally able to touch him in some way. To take the focus off of my needs and concentrate solely on him.

  When he places the head against my lips, I become voracious. I lick and suck, my mouth moving all around him, my tongue happily lapping at him. He holds my jaw open, making me look at him. “You fucking love this cock, don’t you, little girl. Such a hungry slut. Let’s see if we can get it down a little further this time.”

  I feel another gush at the filthiness of his words while more heat screams through me.

  I gag and try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me. “Swallow,” he commands, and I try to. It helps some, and it makes him groan. “Now keep your lips open and that tongue out. I’m going to use you for a little while.” And he does. Oh god, he does. I keep my eyes on him, watching as the muscles in his abdomen and chest ripple and flex with his thrusting, his whole body clenched in pleasure.

  “Fuck, just think, Allie. I’d come home every day and demand you get on your knees and do this to me. Every fucking day.” He holds my head still and keeps thrusting into me. “And you’d do it, wouldn’t you? Such a filthy little girl for me, such a willing mouth.”

  I listen to his words, talking about a home, our home, and then I hear the name he calls me. I know I should be offended. I know I should be indignant. But instead of either of those, it makes me even hotter, which makes me suck him harder. He feels the change, roaring up to the ceiling, as if what I’ve done is barely endurable. “You want my come, dirty girl? You want to swallow it down and let me put my filthy stuff in you?”

  I blink yes, because I do. His hands fist my hair as he pumps, and then he freezes, shouting and cursing my name as I feel him throb and release in my mouth. I swallow quickly to keep from spilling any, proud that I could give him this, proud that I could bring him such insane pleasure. When he pulls out, he’s still hard. “Clean me up,” he growls, “then I’m going to take another look at that pussy.”

  I lick him with kittenish little flicks of my tongue while he watches me with half-lidded eyes. I glow from the pleasure of pleasing him.

  He sits down on the couch, sighing as he relaxes. “Now let’s see how this is. I know I was rough with my girl’s mouth, but what did her pussy think of it?”

  My hips push up to meet his fingers as they spread me. He chuckles. “You’re such a greedy little cunt, princess,” he says, his words crude but so hot. He shakes his head, his eyes piercing mine. “Don’t you ever again deny what you are to me, Allie,” he says. “Never again.”

  I have to ask, I have to. “What am I to you, Lucas?” I feel like I’ll die if I don’t know.

  He leans up to kiss me, our first kiss since this all began. His lips are soft and warm, gentle even. “You’re mine, Allie. That’s what you are to me. You’re mine.”

  Chapter 36

  Lucas

  She’s so fucking beautiful like this, spread out for me like an offering waiting for me to feast on. And feast I will. I watch her face as I take a fingertip and barely rub it against her pussy lips.

  “Oh,” she gasps out. “Oh Lucas…”

  “Don’t come,” I tell her. My fingertip circles around her clit, making her squirm in the chair, trying to get at that finger. Her desperation is a living thing, alive and hungry. I remove my finger. “There’s still not enough juice, Allie. Maybe you’re a bad girl after all. Maybe I need to use you some other way to get more juices pouring out.” Fuck me, I want to make her drip.

  I lean over and begin to suck on her nipples. They feel so good in my mouth. She moans as I work her, and I can almost taste her pussy as I do so. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth, watching her tit jiggle as I do. I start kissing her inner thighs again, always circling around where she needs me most. She’s begging and crying, please, please, please, Lucas, until at some point, it finally happens: a drop runs down and onto the chair.

  It’s time. Time to drive her so insane with lust she’ll be telling me where the money is without even realizing it. It’s time to finally win this game.

  “Ready, baby?” I ask, undoing her scarves and lifting her off the chair. She’s reaching for me to put her legs around me, but I hold her down.

  “Be still. I’m keeping you tied up.”

  She’s practically sobbing with need, tears running down her face. I quickly tie her knees and elbows together, keeping her pussy on full display. All I can do is mutter “fuck,” over and over. I have to get hold of myself, because this is it and this is probably going to be my only chance.

  Please, Allie…

  I lower myself onto her and rub my cock into the crease of her thigh and pussy, still not touching her where she needs me the most. “You want me, baby?” I ask her.

  She screams at me. “Yes, Lucas, please!”

  I’ve never seen such a wet, desperate pussy. “Tell me where it is,” I ask, still teasing and manipulating her. “Tell me, Allie. Tell me where the money is and I’ll sink into you so hard and so deep, you’ll come for days. We’ll fuck all night, baby. I’m going to please you so many times you’ll lose count.” My cock is dancing all around her, but never where she needs it the most. But god, I’m dying to sink into all that wet heat that’s spread out for me right fucking there.

  “Lucas,” she moans, almost insensate.

  Keeping my body off her pussy, I lean in on my forearms to kiss her with tongue and teeth, controlling and taking her mouth as I want. “Tell me, then we can start the rest of our lives.” Words pour out of my mouth before I can filter them. “Just tell me so we can move on. Please, baby, we need this so bad.”

  “Yes,” she cries.

  My precome is leaking onto her sexy belly, marking her. “You want my cock? Just tell me where it is. I’ll give you the whole world if you’ll just tell me.”

  I cajole her, beg her, touch her in every way I can to entice her to speak. She makes low keening sounds like a wounded animal.

  “Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything, just give me something for it. You want me to go down on this juicy cunt? Then give me something for it. I’ll tongue the fuck out of you. Just tell me where the money is.”

  I lean down and start licking up and down the insides of her thighs, getting closer and closer to that tight hole on her hot cunt.

  “You’re such a good girl for me, Allie. No girl has ever been as good as you.”

  So fucking close… I speak louder so she’ll hear it through her moans and cries and the need that’s screaming through her brain. “Tell me, dammit, tell me so I can fuck you!”

  I lean up to kiss her. Warn her. I’m the one getting desperate now. She has to tell me…she has to.

  “I can keep this up all night, baby. I’ll keep on denying you. I’ll walk away and leave you like this, your needy pussy spread out, begging to be filled. If you don’t want that, then tell me where it is. Whisper it in my ear if you have to.”

  Somewhere in that speech she stops moaning and starts hearing me. I lean down and lick her pussy lips until she’s pushing her hips into my face. So close, so close, my slutty, little good girl.

  We do this dance of me stoking her up and then stopping what I’m doing. At some point, I realize that cajoling her to talk isn’t going to work. It’s time for some mean.

  “You don’t understand, Allie. I’m not going to give up,” I tell her. “I’ll keep torturing you, bringing you to the edge, over and over until I get what I want.” I look her in the eyes, making sure she listens. “You’re not going to
win this. I’ll never let you come, not until you tell me where the money is. Now tell me so I can put both of us out of our fucking misery.” I kiss her for just a second, resting my forehead against hers. “Please, goddess, please tell me where it is.”

  I’m not going to drive her there again. It would be inhumane. If it hasn’t worked this way, then I’ve misjudged the strength of her will and mine. There’s just one route left to take. Bastard that I am, I take it.

  I stand up—over her—and watch the panic cross her face. If edging her and promising her paradise didn’t work, then maybe brutal reality will. I steel myself so I can make these words come out like I mean them, putting on a mask of disdain. Of disgust.

  “Look at you, spread out like that, dripping for my cock. You had no idea what I was capable of, did you. You hated me, and I had you on your back and coming within hours. You were begging for it within a day.” I move a few steps away. “I came here to either get what I want or make you pay for it.”

  Her eyes move back and forth between mine, realization slow to dawn.

  “You going to tell me where it is now?” I sneer. “Or are you going to stay spread out like this some more? I’m good either way.”

  Her eyes widen. She’s starting to understand. Trying to make sense of what’s happening.

  “What are you doing, Lucas?” she asks, finally.

  I sigh, running my hands through my hair. “I’m giving you one last chance, Allie, that’s what I’m doing. I’m tired of all the games, of having to pretend this is something it’s not.”

  God, it hurts to say those words.

  “Now tell me where the fuck it is so I can end this.” I am as harsh and mean as I can be. Hopefully it’s enough to make her give in.

  Her eyes fill with tears, but this time they’re not from need. “It was an act?” she whispers. “For how long?”

  I huff out a mocking laugh. “Fuck yeah it’s an act. You think I like being out here and playing house with you? You think it’s been fun catering to your temper tantrums and dumb-ass questions? Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had some damn good fun. I mean hell, just look at yourself. You’re one of the hottest fucks I’ve ever had. But I’m done. Been here too long. Game’s over.”

  Don’t believe me, baby, please don’t believe me. I’m just being the bastard you know me to be.

  “Now tell me where the fuck it is so I can end this.” At this point, I’ll say anything to make her give it up.

  Her eyes fill with tears, only this time they’re not from need. “You’re doing all of this to force me into telling you?” she whispers. “This isn’t just a fun game you wanted to play?”

  I bark out a laugh. “Oh it’s a fun game all right. Fucking look at yourself, Allie. You’re the most fucking fun game I’ve ever played.”

  Her eyes well with tears. “But,” she whispers, her eyes moving between the two of mine. “I…I was falling in love with you.”

  I close my eyes and shake my head. Fucking hell. She did not just tell me that.

  I can’t give in to this. I have to see this through. “Then I guess my plan worked. So again, this is your last chance. Give it to me, or…”

  “Or what?” she interrupts. “You’ll do this to me again tomorrow, and the day after that? Is that what you’re going to do?”

  I nod at her, keeping my face schooled. “Yes.”

  I lean down to blow on her pussy, knowing that she’s still going to need me there. She rages at me and tries to squirm away, but I’ve tied her up well enough that she can’t go anywhere. I grab hold of her hips to keep her still. She screams at me to let her go, but instead, I bury my mouth against her, moaning as I taste her again.

  I keep my eyes on hers as I flick and suck. I can feel her body roaring back to life, but Allie’s face reflects how much she hates me for doing this to her. After a few moments of making love to her pretty snatch with my mouth, I pull away again. “I won’t give up,” I tell her, waiting for her to answer me. “Not that it’s a hardship. You have the best pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

  She gushes at my words. I don’t want to send her over the edge, so I lean down and lick at her thighs quivering under my shoulders.

  Her voice quivers when she speaks. “There’s a key in my purse, in my wallet. It’s small. It goes to a storage door in the basement.”

  I pop up, looking at her tortured eyes, seeing the tears in them, knowing I put them there with what I’ve done.

  I get up and find her purse and then her wallet with the key. Once again, it’s come down to a key. The first was the one I used to hold her hostage; now this is the one she used to hold me.

  I shake my head. “Which storage unit is it?” I ask her while I throw on just enough clothes to not get arrested.

  “Unit B,” she whispers, turning her head away from me.

  I find the stairs and then the unit. Unlocking the door, I flick on the light, and there it is. I open it and feel a flood of victory.

  My money. Here all this time.

  I leave the money where it is and pocket the key. I know exactly where I’ll keep it so she can’t pull another disappearing act on me.

  Back upstairs, I know before I open the door that I’ve hurt her. I can hear her sniffling as I enter the apartment. I don’t blame her; I’d be crying too.

  I go to her and drop to my knees, regretting that I didn’t think to cover her up before I left.

  She’s so beautiful to me like this, all spread out with her holes taunting me to take them. But all I see on her face is vulnerability and fear.

  And this is proof that I’m a bad, bad man. Instead of covering her up and giving her some privacy, I’m flooded with triumph. And I’m going to fuck this woman like she’s never been fucked before.

  I strip as I bend down to kiss her, not caring that she’s trying to get away. I start to caress her pussy, then move my mouth to her tits. “You still need me,” I tell her, “whether you want to or not.”

  She’s fighting me while I work her clit with my thumb, smearing her delicious wetness all around so that she’s slick with need.

  I finish undressing and climb over her, notching my cock at the entrance of that dripping hole.

  “Are you ready for me, Allie? ’Cause here you come.”

  Chapter 37

  Lucas

  I rear back and slam into her, roaring at how she feels. Tighter, wetter, warmer than any pussy I’ve ever felt in my life.

  I wait half a second before I begin to pump. My cock rubs her clit as I go at her hard. It’s not long—just moments really—when she starts coming. She screams as she bucks under me. I can tell that she’s frustrated that her legs aren’t free to wrap about me, and that her fingers can’t scratch down my back. Maybe later.

  I watch her as she comes and comes, is still coming when I lean down and kiss her, uncaring if she wants me to or not.

  “I told you that you’d come like this, didn’t I?” I growl, driving just as hard and dirty through her orgasm as I did before it.

  I expect her to fight me—reject me—my kisses, but she kisses me back. Her body is still so high and in need, her mind simply has no say.

  “We’re not even close to being done. I’m going to use you all fucking night.”

  I give my hips a few circles and grinds as she comes down from her first orgasm. Her second won’t take long. She glares at me as I fuck her still.

  “You think I should get off of you, don’t you?” I taunt her as I grind and poke.

  “Yes,” she spits.

  “You should thank me that I don’t. You’d go back to that bedroom and use your little hand and vibrator and cry at how pitiful it feels. You’d stick it in your cunt, ramming into your pussy, but your release would be so weak compared to what you really need, you’d cry from the frustration.”

  I kiss her nose, knowing my actions are at complete odds with my words. “After what I’ve done to you, the only thing that’s going to get you to the other side of this is my c
ock. Your little pussy is so sensitive, it needs my big cock to make you come over and over.”

  I begin to undo her bindings, looking her in the eyes as I do so. “So do yourself a favor and don’t fight this tonight.”

  Once her hands and legs are free, I start to hammer into her again. I grab a fistful of hair and hold her still while I kiss her so she can’t scream at me. Her nails scratch down my back, trying her best to hurt me, but instead they incite a riot of hot need. Her legs are wiggling as she tries to hit my ass. All it does is make her hips dance under mine. She wants everything she’s doing to be a deterrent, when in reality it just makes me that much harder.

  I break off the kiss and lean down to bite her neck. “Allie, fuck, you have the best pussy. Can’t you feel it, baby? Let yourself feel it, just for tonight. You can hate me all you want tomorrow, but let me give you this tonight.”

  I’m pounding as she starts to tighten around me. “I owe you this, Allie. Let me give it to you.” She tightens even more, and I swear she’s trying to squeeze the life out of me.

  Her arms and legs have stopped fighting and now hold me like she’s never letting go. I pound and tell her how much I love her pussy. How I can’t wait to eat it again. How I’m going to use it over and over till it’s a sloppy mess filled with my come.

  Those gritty words do the trick as she comes yet again, loud and strong, her body stretching as she rides it down. I hold her down like I always do, and because fuck no, she’s not getting away from me. She’s never getting away from me… If only. I ride her through the storm, drawing out her pleasure as long as I can.

  Even after two orgasms, she’s going to need me again. Soon. Probably sooner than she realizes.

  She pants while she lies calmly beneath me. I slow my pumps until they’re nothing but an occasional grind. When she’s fully back on earth, she covers her face with her hands. She doesn’t want to look at me; she doesn’t want me to look at her.

  I’m okay with that for now. She won’t be looking at me like she used to; I’m in no hurry to see how hurt she is.

  When she flings her arms off her face and finally looks at me, her gaze is angry—hurt—just as I’d expected.