by Gina Whitney
“Not going to happen, dude. Who she is, is none of your concern. Now, where’s our table?” He stepped back. I stepped forward. His face draining of color. With that, I emphatically ended the power play for Gia.
“No disrespect, Abel. Follow me to your table. It’s nice and private so you can get to know each other … if you know what I mean.” He winked at Gia as I motioned for her to scoot into the booth. This fucker was getting on my nerves. I grabbed for his neck. However, Woody stepped between us.
“Lad, if ye don’t stop acting like a cunting maggot you’re gonna get your clackers ripped off,” Woody told him. Wood’s Irish lilt always shined when he was drinking. I had to laugh at the expression on Carlo’s face. He didn’t have a clue what the man had said, but knew enough to walk away. Woody turned and braced my shoulder with his hand.
“Lad, chill for fuck’s sake.” He nodded in understanding. I turned to Gia and she smiled, patting the bench beside her. Man, he was right, I needed to chill the fuck out. I nodded to Woody.
“I’m good, bro. Drinks? Let’s get the waitress here—in a hurry,” I said, impatient to get on with it. The rest of the boys filed in with Ender taking a seat next to Gia. Motherfucker. Cindy sat next to Woody, who was clearly fascinated with her tits. The boys were ready to party hard and I wasn’t far behind them. A hot, blonde waitress in hot pants and a bra strutted over after winning a fight over who’s going to serve our table. We were good tippers. The waitresses weren’t only good at serving up quick liquor. They also were quick lickers. They were as totally proficient and mastered in getting a dude off in record time.
“Hey, babe. Haven’t seen you in a while. Where you been hiding? I’ve missed you, baby.” The waitress leaned in, squeezing my bicep.
“Haven’t been hiding, just not interested,” I snapped. “Now, how about those drinks.” The bitch shot me a death glare. Fuck it. These chicks were tough as nails. Fan-girling took a certain amount of low self-esteem. These girls bounced back and came at you harder the next time. It didn’t mean I enjoyed being a prick. I didn’t. It’s just if you give an inch you’ll have a dick warmer on your hands the whole night. And the only dick warmer I wanted was about to lay claim to me by sitting on my lap for everyone to see.
“Excuse you, babe,” Gia said with a smirk. “Well, there really is no excuse for you, is there. Now, be a love and bring the drinks.” She and Cindy snorted. Dawn, the waitress, looked stunned. But she recovered quickly, ignoring Gia by smiling and winking at me. See? Gia stiffened in my lap. Perhaps she wasn’t used to being disrespected. But fan-girls were a different breed of chicks; when it came to celebrity cock, they were fucking ruthless. The table vibrated with the heavy bass of the song. This club primarily played dance music. It wasn’t really my scene. But my boys were cool with it and enjoyed hanging out here.
“Babe, you keep wiggling that tight ass of yours, I’ll have to fill it with something,” I told her, leaning in to smell her hair. Man, she smelled good—too good …
After an hour of straight drinking, the boys wanted to cruise the club. We were standing around the table. Ender was doing his thing on the dance floor, surrounded by scantily clad women pressing against him. Or was he pressing against them? Couldn’t really get a good look. Woody went off with Cindy. And Jake was at the back bar with Dave. So that left Gia and me—alone. I needed to taste her. God knows she smelled good enough to eat.
“Babe, get that fine ass in the booth,” I ordered. Smiling, she scooted in deeper. I moved in to meet her, pressing her back against the butter-soft leather booth cushions. The kiss started out nice and soft, then quickly became heated. Grabbing the back of her neck, I forced her to submit. She had a lot to learn, and that was her first lesson.
“Open for me,” I commanded. Looking into her eyes, I slipped my fingers between her thighs. Since she had on thread bare panties, I ripped them off of her in one hard yank. She gasped. I chuckled. After smelling them, I stuck them in my pocket. My hand met with her saturated pussy. My pussy. I needed a taste. I pushed my index finger and then my middle finger inside her, curling them, looking for that sweet spot. I finger-fucked her to the heavy beat of the bass. I wanted to see her fall apart in my hands, and watch her face as I brought her there.
“Fuck, Abel. God, don’t stop.” She pulled me closer, writhing deeply on my fingers. She threw her head back, giving me access to her perfect neck. My tongue, the opportunist, took advantage of it. I licked, sucked, and nipped her column, moving downward toward her gorgeous tits. They were just over a handful and I had a big hand. Umm-hmm. She was flushed and moaning my name. I pumped faster and twisted my fingers as they fought against her contracting pussy walls.
“That’s it, baby-girl. I’m gonna take care of you. Come for me, Gia,” I growled, nearly busting a nut in my pants. Fuck, what was this chick doing to me? I’m not one for open displays of anything. Down-low was one of my nicknames. With Gia, it was quickly becoming otherwise.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed, losing it all over my hand. Fuck, yeah. I waited a moment and kissed her deeply before removing my fingers, locked up tight in that sweet cunt of hers. Her fragrant smell was permeating the air. I slowly vacated her, immediately tasting the goods; her flavors bursting on my tongue.
“Come, were taking a walk,” I commanded, extending my hand. With me, there was no asking, only taking. She nodded, smiling with her flushed face looking up at me.
“Wait, let me fix my dress. I’m all fucked-up,” she said nervously, looking around. She had just come all over my hand in the middle of the club and she was worried about her dress. Chicks. I couldn’t keep me fingers from my nose. Her scent was addicting and I was a slave for it. I moved us quickly through the crowd, nodding to Dave and Jake. No words were needed there.
Outside, there was a grotto-like out-cove I walked us into. Lush outdoor furniture decorated the place. Heaters were strategically set around to keep the tropical temperature perfect. It was private and empty. I texted Dave, requesting that he post security outside the entrance. I didn’t need people with their phones uploading this shit. I would protect her as much as possible from that humiliation.
“We’re not going in there … I mean the Jacuzzi, right?” she asked worriedly. The hardness she mostly portrayed was only a thick skin she used to blanket her child-like sweetness. I liked it. I liked feeling needed. The Dom in me relished it.
“Babe, it’s completely private here. Security is right outside. Nobody will interrupt us. You hear me?” I grabbed her chin a little too forcefully. I was wound up and needed to bottom out in her sweet cunt. The water from the Jacuzzi cast an ethereal visual display on the walls, giving a nice vibe for the seduction that was going to take place.
“Come to me,” I said as I sat on the couch. And she did. I took hold of one of her thighs. They were baby-soft. She looked down at me through her thick lashes.
“Take your dress off, Gia,” I instructed her, never taking my eyes off her so there was no misunderstanding. There were some things I needed in order to give her what she needed. Full submission was at the top of the list.
“Slowly. I want to see your beauty,” I rasped.
“Okay, Abel,” she answered. That’s right, baby, show me what you got. She pulled her arms free and let the dress pool at her feet. She blushed under my gaze.
“You’re gorgeous. Never be embarrassed of your body. You hear me?” I nodded for her to continue. Lastly, her French Chantilly lace bralette hit the floor. She winked, stepping out of her discarded clothing. There’s my girl. My girl?
“Come sit here, babe.” I patted my leg. I wanted her astride my legs. Her ass needed a proper spanking. There was no going slow with her. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. She was going to meet the Dom that dwelled within—and serve her Master. She sat on my lap offering me her lips which I willingly accepted. Kissing those full lips was the sweetest agony I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t do sweet. However, with her, I wanted to make love to her lips for hou
rs. I grabbed her neck with both hands to keep her face in place. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her tongue. Her taste. Her scent. I didn’t want to rush things. However, I was having difficulty reeling it in. And if I didn’t, I was sure to scare her.
“Gia,” I panted. “Turn over my knee, sweets,” I commanded.
“Seriously?” she asked anxiously. There was a fire in the pit of my stomach moving at break-neck speed to my dick, threatening to set me ablaze.
“If you’re going to question everything I ask, then let’s call it a night. I thought I was clear about what I needed. My needs and wants may be different than you’re used to. Nevertheless, you will either submit or walk away. There’s no in-between. No other options on the table.” I started to stand up, to make my point. I had put it out there in its simplest form—truthfully. It’s the only way to be. Her eyes panicked. Then she sighed and relaxed back into me.
“I want this, and I want this with you,” she said unequivocally, then turned over on my knee. Her beautiful body draped across my thighs, a decadent confection. Her lush, bitable ass taunted me to spank it. My hand was itching to do it. But I would force myself not to give in to the darkness—not just yet. She yelped as I forcibly fisted her hair before the first in a series of five slaps came down. My cock, hard as granite already, thickened painfully. And her squirming didn’t help matters.
“Hold still. You’re not going anywhere, babe,” I commanded. I wasn’t selfish. It was important to give something back in return for her submission. I ordinarily wasn’t a soother, but again, it was different with her. I wanted to reassure her.
“Okay, I’m doing my best here.” She sounded hesitant, but resolved in her determination to do better. And that made for the perfect partnership between a Dom and a sub, each giving and taking willingly.
“And I do appreciate that, love. Really I do,” I said, bending to kiss her reddened cheeks. I nuzzled her ass without meaning to. Her softness I could not resist. She moaned. A rumble from deep within my chest pushed forth, hindering my control. Five more slaps came down. Her bottom was cherry-red and she was sobbing. For a moment, I thought I hurt her. I was suddenly ashamed … until her wetness seeped into my pants. She was drenched—a definite indicator that she liked it. Thank fuck.
“See how wet you are, mama?” I offered my fingers as proof. Mewling was all the response I got. It was all I needed. I rose, cradling her as my most cherished gift. It was time to give her something to remember me by—the kind of orgasm she’s never experienced. Laying her down gently on the couch, I started disrobing, kicking off my shoes first. My shirt was next, followed by my button-fly jeans. I always went commando. Utterly naked, I kneeled between her legs, spreading them wide apart. The thought of a spreader raced through my mind. But I wasn’t home and couldn’t get my hands on one.
“Open those legs for me, Gia. I want to see that pussy, babe.” I helped her by putting one of her legs over the couch. I could see her clenching, and my tongue was nowhere near her hole yet.
“Look how hot your fucking cunt is for me, babe … glistening all pretty and shit.”
I dove in, lathering my face and growling in her pussy juice. If I could bathe in this shit, fuck, I would! God help me. I wanted to live in there—crawl the fuck in there and live and breathe this girl’s pussy. I pushed my nose in as far as I could, circling her clit with my lip ring. She was bucking like crazy; oh yeah, she liked me going down on her, liked having her pussy licked. Paying close attention to her nub, I nibbled. She screamed my name. I loved to hear her scream my fucking name over and over again. Loved that I did that to her.
As I held her down with one hand, I started pumping my fingers with the other one until I felt her cunt gripping them like a vice. After one more pump, I removed my fingers and sat back in the kneeling position. Gia’s hands were still forcefully grip-ripping the couch. She panted heavily. After waiting a beat, I pushed her widened thighs toward her chest in a V. Spitting hard in the other hand, I worked my cock over good. With my head, I moistened the tip with her fresh, creamy orgasm—got it real wet so I could work myself in one ring at a time. It was time she became intimate with Jacob’s ladder.
“Hold your thighs real wide, babe. Gonna work my piercings in slowly until your cunt opens nice and wide for me,” I growled. Wide-eyed, she didn’t say a word. All she could do was nod and blink. That was all I needed. Words only got in the way. I had already moved past them, and was barely holding on to my humanity. Like an animal, I growled and grunted with impending ecstasy. I worked the head of my cock in, making sure my Apadravya was well-coated in her slickness.
“Something’s really hot … feels like it’s burning,” she said worriedly, without letting go of her thighs.
“It’s my piercing. It gets hot when my cock is hot. And babe, my cock is burning up right now—for you. It needs fucking in there, now. Arch your back for me, babe,” I gritted through my teeth.
At this point my cock felt like it had its own heartbeat. It was throbbing and twitching with every breath. With cocksure movements, I started to descend on that pussy. She arched fully, and I surged forward. Fuck, I was home, buried balls-deep inside her. She needed a moment to adjust before I started rocking. Her pussy walls softened around my cock, which was my cue to start thrusting. Slicking noises filled the grotto. The bluish glow from the water lit up the walls. She closed her eyes, her neck lolling back and forth. I couldn’t blame her; it was that fucking good. But still, I wanted her eyes on me.
“Open those pretty eyes, babe,” I said mid-surge. Dark chocolate eyes simmered decadently through thick inked lashes. She wasn’t overly made up as most girls these days are. She had on just enough to enhance her natural beauty. And she was beautiful. Beautifully flushed and pinned underneath me. Fuck, yeah.
“Lock your hands together above your head, babe,” I demanded, and she acquiesced. Hooking her leg over my shoulder, I grabbed the arm of the couch with my free hand, surging with full power.
“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed, spurring me on. I ground even harder. Her screams drew a smirk from me; that’s right, honey; I am your fucking orgasm god.
“Grab hold of my neck and hold on tight, Gia,” I instructed in a primal growl. She clung to me tightly, wrapping her one leg around my waist and holding it with her hand. That little maneuver of hers sent me into a pussy rage. I destroyed her fucking pussy, pounding with my full weight, burying her into the couch as her pussy walls squeezed my cock. I knew she was close. So I worked my Apadravya against her g-spot until I had her singing my name at the top of her lungs. I reached between us to pinch my tightened sac and pulled back quickly to come, ejecting thick, creamy ropes all over her tits and stomach. I stroked myself a few more times to mark her fucking pussy. Mine.
One breath in. One breath out. Was it because this über-hot rock deity had just taught my pussy what it meant to be owned? Or simply because my heart was already breaking at the mere thought of the night ending? If we could live all our lives in one moment, that would be my moment. People always talked about meeting the other half of your heart, your soul, your equal—how it completes you. I felt I couldn’t get any closer to Heaven on earth if I tried.
But those emotions had me second-guessing my charge at hand. Could I ever hurt the man who had ruined me for all other men? I’d like to think not, but I was the spawn of Eva Mastro, the Medusa—the social-climbing, black-widow, money-hungry, bipolar whore, who always found a way to get her way. She wasn’t above pimping out her own daughter to get the deed done. Fuck, this was a train wreck waiting to happen. I felt it coming the way my mother could feel rain coming in her arthritic joints …
Abel and I had just finished having the best sex of my life. He moved to grab some cloth napkins, dipping them in the warm Jacuzzi water to clean me up. No one had ever taken care of me before. To be treated with that kind of care made me feel adored. My own mother had never nursed my wounds. I learned what that felt like from stepfather number two, who took
pity on me and treated me like his biological child. But later, when the shit hit the fan and my mother was exposed for the money-grubbing whore she was, I was cast aside—forgotten. It hurt temporarily—until I learned a skill that served me well. The cloak I wore wrapped tightly around me barred anyone from seeing the real me underneath: the rotten human being who was ashamed of being her mother’s daughter. And I don’t mean by blood. I mean there was a part of me that actually identified with her purpose. I wanted to live a good life. Be adored. Showered with gifts. Treated with respect and equality. So I made up my mind to use whatever means were necessary to reach that state. I was goal-oriented. To be so was the first lesson I learned as a child.
He finished cleaning me. I felt self-conscious and wanted to cover up. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. He chugged a beer he had just opened. Damn, I needed a drink. And as if on cue, he offered me his. Just like that. That one gesture meant the world to me.
“Thank you. I’m so thirsty.” I swallowed a mouthful of golden lager. I wasn’t much of a beer drinker, but damn if I would complain at that moment.
“We should probably head back before your girlfriend Cindy sends out a search party,” he said, and I agreed. I got dressed in record time, remembering I didn’t have my bag to refresh my makeup. Cindy and the crew would plainly see that we had fucked. I’d never hear the end of it. Hopefully, she was wasted and hooked up with Woody. As long as he was paying attention to her tonsils, we were good. Combing out my hair with my fingers, I was almost ready. One last adjustment to my dress. Tits check. Hair somewhat tamed. I hoped I didn’t look as freshly fucked as I felt. I just remembered I had no panties. They were ripped and in his pocket. Ugh.
“Come.” He grabbed my hand and escorted me back into the club. I noticed the security at the entrance keeping a watchful eye, but he never acknowledged them. I walked by them with my head down. I was beyond mortified. Of course, they knew what we had been doing. Hmm, I wondered how often they did that for him. My chest squeezed at that thought. It made me sick to think of him with another woman. Fuck. How many women has he been with? And being the dipshit that I am, I had not used protection. Though, come to think of it, that would be a nice little surprise, wouldn’t it? In no way was I ready to become a mother—but. Maybe I was, maybe I could do it—if the child were his.
