He kissed and bit the sensitive edges of my cheeks and then stuck his tongue right up my ass. It was unexpected. Partly because I didn't expect a tongue in there and also because the sensation amazed me. The power of it overwhelmed me. It turned me on to know I was hot enough that he wanted his tongue in my butt.
He moved down to my pussy and started swirling his tongue around my clit. His fingers held me open and massaged my tender ass. "Mm fuck you're delicious." His words and tongue made me moan. He already went back to swirling that tongue around my pussy. It was all encompassing.
He took care of me so well the entire day fell away. I couldn't remember my name just then. I came so close to an orgasm. In that moment I felt safe, sexy, wanted. He must have known I was close. At the precise moment he kicked up his momentum. My body begged for the increased speed.
He took me up and over the edge and dropped me into a spinning, earth shattering orgasm. I screamed his name as I came. My throat hurt from the effort. My orgasm wracked my body shaking through it in powerful waves. I was still out of it when he flipped me over and laid against my stomach. He didn't say anything, and I found myself stroking his hair. He made me whole.
"That was very nice of you." I said a while later.
"Not really." He shrugged. "I love making you cum. I love your ass, and the second you say you're ready for it I'm going to fuck your brains out."
I smiled. "What makes you think I'm not ready?" He leaned down and pressed his lips to my panties. He moved on top of me to give me a long French kiss.
"I want to try something with you." He told me still on top of me. "But you have to listen and behave. Do you think you can handle that?"
I thought about it for a moment, much too excited to deny him. "Okay, whatever you want." I looked up at him with my sweetest most sultry look.
"Get down on your knees." His face and cock were both hard and dripping sex. I obliged him, happy to do anything to please him. "Fold your hands in your lap and pay close attention to what I'm saying." I obeyed him loving everything about the way he moved and spoke. "If you want me to stop to tell me to." I smiled at him too excited. He shook his head. "Otherwise, you will not speak unless instructed. You will call me sir. Do you understand?"
"Yes." His hand smacked my face, hard enough to shock me but not hurt me. I stared at him stunned. "Yes, sir."
His hand hit my face again. "Don't pout." I stopped. I was already so turned on it was like I never came in my life. He took off his shirt. His beautiful musculature intensified my arousal. "Keep still." He told me as he grabbed me by the back of my hair. With no resistance from me he pulled my head back and sunk his tongue into my mouth. I wanted to kiss him so bad, but I decided to obey. I stayed there lax as his tongue expertly explored my mouth. His hand in my hair didn't hurt but it kept me alert. "Very good."
He moved to my neck biting and kissing. His free hand moved to his jeans. He pulled his cock out. He pulled me by my hair and forced my face right in front of it. He stroked it for me. I always had a weakness for a nice manly hand on a hard dick. I remembered what he said and did my best to be well behaved despite how bad I wanted to be naughty. I could behave if I wanted to and tried very hard. "Would you like this, Claire?"
"Yes, please, sir." I cried.
He made a sound of contentment in his throat. He moved his cock to my lips. I opened up for him and he pulled back. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I didn't tell you to open your mouth." His hand collided with my face again. My breath came heavier. He touched his cock to my closed lips. It was warm, hard, silky smooth. I longed to suck every inch of it. I was dying to watch this man come undone under my lips and tongue but instead I behaved. I let him control me as he touched his gorgeous cock to my lips repeatedly. He smacked me in the face with it a few times and the excitement in his eyes made me almost deranged.
I squirmed. I was so uncomfortable. He smacked me in the face again and told me to be still. "Open it". I popped my mouth open like the prodigal slut. He put the head in. I closed my lips around it and started swirling my tongue. "Tsk, Tsk." He said and took it away from me.
I did everything I could not to pout, but my lips slipped into one. "Naughty girl, I told you not to pout." With one hand he held my face still and with the other he smacked me, forcing me to absorb the blow. "You disobedient, horny slut, you need to wait. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir." I could explode.
He looked me over fondly. "You may answer me. How are you feeling?"
"I'm so horny, sir." I cried out. "You are so sexy and have the nicest cock. I would do anything for it."
"I should record you saying that."
"Anything you want, please give me that cock, sir." He stayed quiet for a moment. I hoped because my begging overwhelmed him. Without warning he shoved his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I he activated my gag reflex and I dry heaved on him. I focused on relaxing my throat and taking him.
He grinned as my throat spasmed on him. "Suck this good enough and I'll fuck you baby." I would have liked to answer but I couldn't with my mouth occupied. Trying to lick at him while he relentlessly fucked my face did not prove easy. The rhythm punished me. I focused on not vomiting, pleasing him, and how much I'd love it when he fucked me. Tears welled in my eyes as I focused only on controlling my gag reflex.
His breathing got hard and his teeth barred as he pounded into my face. I prepared to swallow his load, but he stopped. I knelt on the ground in front of him coughing and trying to catch my breath. "You did fucking excellent!" He told me beaming with real pride. "Now give me your hands, baby." I did as he asked sticking them straight out. He grabbed his tie from over the armchair and tied my hands together. "You seem tired. I want to make sure you don't go anywhere." He told me conspiratorially. I didn't know what he meant, but I didn't have to wonder long.
He scooped me up in his arms throwing my legs around his body. He carried me over to the wall and pushed me against it. "Put your arms around my neck, now." I did. His cock hovered near my pussy. He pulled a condom out of his back pocket, slipped it on quickly. He paused one moment, looking into my eyes, and then sunk himself inside of me. He pushed all the way in and paused allowing me to appreciate the fullness. It amazed me, and once again I was whole.
He began fucking me. He bounced into me harder and faster than I expected. I gasped, calling out, unable to control my body any longer. I did my best to slam my body back against his, desperate and hungry for the friction between us. His hands grabbed my ass with unrelenting strength as he carried me higher and higher. "Bite me." I bit him hard all over his neck and chest. I knew by now if this man wanted me to bite him he didn't want me to hold back.
I sank my teeth into him. He tasted like sweat and deliciousness. "Fuck Claire." He poured himself into me. His orgasm instructed mine. The two of us came together our mouths entwined leaning against his wall. We sank to the floor still tangled up in each other. He held me and planted soft kisses on my face and shoulders. I laid there with him replete. He stared at me in a way that melted my soul and the entire rest of the world away.
20
I stayed with Mason the next few days. His house proved larger than it looked. It was to odd having so much space to move around. Every room seemed double the size of a normal one. They were the kind of rooms that echoed. I don't know what I thought a house that size would be like.
I knew it had to be big, but because I hadn't spent much time in anything larger than a three bedroom it was hard to imagine until there. It had an open layout. The bottom floor made up one giant room. The exceptions being the bathrooms, closets, mudroom, and laundry room. The rest was wide and spacious, if you stood in the living room you could see the person working in the kitchen.
I didn't know how to go from our existing relationship to one like a couple. I cooked for him every night since we couldn't go out. We ate our meals together. We got ready in the morning together. There were bathrooms in the master bedroom a his and hers. He would dr
op me off for work in the morning and kiss me good bye. He would pick me up at night and always seemed happy to see me.
We had sex most nights. Many of those nights multiple times. We would sleep with our backs and legs pressed against each other. Neither of us were the type to hold each other, but we slept pressed together. It reminded me of playing house as a kid only with an added sense of intrigue and sex. I was happier than I ever remembered being in my life.
I should have been afraid, but I couldn't manage it. I didn't pay attention to the real fact that this person still meant to harm me. I pantomimed something I didn't understand, too caught up in this borrowed world to think straight. I couldn't help remembering he did not ask for this. A psychotic asshole made this vacation life a necessity. I tried not to dwell on thoughts like that, though I couldn't always help it.
I thought about the creep I attracted online less often than I should. I did still think of him sometimes. I couldn't bring myself to regret my decisions. After all, I had Mason. I started feeling like he was a part of me. One that would have to be excised violently if the need ever came. He made me helpless to resist him. I constantly waited to be with him when we were apart. Work was the only time that happened.
Things were going well at the library. I became comfortable in the position and wanted to make a few changes. They weren't anything huge and they were for the better, but Wolfe came around more often after. I couldn't tell if he doubted me or something else was going on. I didn't get the sense that he was unhappy with my work. Whenever, I showed him something new he seemed to like it, but he kept coming in.
He always looked frazzled, too tired, or disheveled. I wondered what was going on with him but knew better than to rock the boat. He started out an alright looking older man. I didn't chase men in their fifties, but he was attractive enough. That changed. His face looked hollow. I wondered if he was sick. He never said anything, and I never asked.
The routine stayed the same. He would come in and barely say hello. He would be moving like he had somewhere very important to be. This discredited the ill theory. He moved too fast. He made me give him all the daily reports instead of checking them for himself. I would tell him my general agenda and any other news. He would nod, but never look pleased.
Each morning he spent about forty-five minutes wandering around. I couldn't figure out what he was doing. When I came near he would act like he didn't do anything at all. One morning, I followed him with more stealth, and from a further distance. I could see him searching through books furiously, but I couldn't understand what he was looking for. After he left for the morning I went back to that spot and couldn't find anything there of interest.
I worried about losing my job. The curiosity about what the hell was going on with Gavin Wolfe was stronger. I voiced my concerns to Mason one night. His answer was simple. I didn't need to worry about working at all if I didn't want to. He would take care of me. I didn't need to worry about anything at all if I didn't want to. He had this remarkable way of disregarding the point at times.
He didn't even blink as he made this offer. He meant it. It overwhelmed me how often he could be both sexy and infuriating. I told him more than once being able to provide for myself constituted a crucial part of my identity. "First, of all you know I don't want you to provide for me. Second, that doesn't explain why he's acting like that." Mason was more distracted than me.
"It's fine with me if you want to have a career. I'm saying your financial situation is not dependent upon a man who lurks around the library." His words were confident. Only part of him paid attention as he read an article on his phone.
"Are you serious?" I looked at him with disbelief.
He looked up at. "What?" His face puzzled.
"My financial situation doesn't depend on a library lurker? Isn't that how we met?"
His cheeks got a little pink. He laughed. "You are incredible, and tenacious." He rolled over to kiss me, and we wound up having sex again.
His body was like an addictive substance. He had a chemical power of me. I was appalled at my inability to deny him. The smell of his sweat drove me insane. His movements hypnotized me. He had too much control for my good. That warmth in my chest became my constant companion. The more time I spent with him the harder it became to deny or resist.
It was simple to see myself living with him. Being with him long term made sense. We seemed as natural as breathing. Each morning that I woke up to him was a good one. It might have been wishful thinking, but he seemed as happy as I was. I would catch his eyes lingering on me and be sure I was the most beautiful woman alive.
He dropped me off at work Wednesday morning. He got out of the car and opened the door for me like he always did. He never forced me out in a rush. He was amazing at managing his time and we always had a moment together before we parted. He put his hands to jawline and gave me a kiss that stopped my heart. My cheeks were hot and flushed by the time he finished with me. He broke the kiss, placed a small one on my nose, and told me he would pick me up at six.
It took every ounce of self-control I had to turn away from him. He watched me walk all the way up to the door making sure I got in before he left. He looked strong and professional in his suit, and I wished more than anything I could be near him forever. If asked why he did it, he would probably say he wouldn't miss a chance to stare at my ass. I knew him better than that. I waved to him as I went inside, my heart full and my face smitten. I saw him wave back before the door closed between us.
My day went fast. Wolfe didn't come in, so I could do my work in peace. Emma was my volunteer for the morning. It was always pleasant to have her there. She was no longer angry with which I appreciated. We chatted easily while we worked. She started dating another guy. They'd gone out twice now and she liked this one. We were talking about whether she would sleep with him the next time they went out. A member came in and ended that conversation.
There were a lot of returns and some rarely checked out titles. We were laughing and scouring the shelves for the right places for them. I still didn't know where a lot of things were. It was a huge building with lots of rooms. I didn't have time to discover them all. By lunchtime all the books were away.
I wanted to run home and pick up some clothes on my break. I had been wearing the same four outfits over and over. I needed some variety in my life. I knew Mason wouldn't like it, but that didn't matter. I wanted to pick up some sexy lingerie, so he shouldn't be too upset about it. I made that walk a thousand times, I could do it in the middle of the day.
If this person still followed me they knew I didn't stay at home. They wouldn't expect me to go home in the middle of the day. Nothing suspicious happened in the last few days. I didn't think anyone watched me this morning. I would be fine. I told Emma what I planned to do. She offered to drive me, but I politely refused. I wanted to walk.
I took the familiar path. The summer started to fizzle out. There were spots where the trees were starting to turn brown and yellow. The trees that turned this early never turned the pretty reds and orange. It had been a dry year the leaves were always less colorful when dry. The sun sat lower in the sky than I would have expected. It burned away the last few hot days of summer.
I unlocked the door to my building, feeling odd as I went in. I approached my door doing my best to ignore the words that the paint had not entirely covered. That kind of red was hard to hide. I turned the key in the lock. Somewhere in my mind I processed the loose mechanism. The implications of that didn't catch up with me in time. I opened the door and entered, the apartment was completely dark. I moved my hand across the wall and flicked on some lights as I moved.
It had been too long since I had been there. For a moment I expected to see it as it was before it was ransacked. The disparity between my memory and what I got broke my heart. I couldn't breathe for a moment. I looked around my ruined apartment, beside myself that all this rage could be aimed at me. I didn't want to dawdle here. It made me feel too many complicated thing
s.
I went to my room to grab the clothes and get back to work. I turned on the light and entered the room without looking. I tried my best to ignore the damage done to my things. I closed my door behind me. I wanted to finish the task at hand, get my clothes, and get out. I turned to face the room realizing with a leaden heart that someone was there. There a man stood in my room, waiting for me.
For a split second before sense returned to me. I experienced relief. I recognized the man in my apartment. He was no stranger. Why would Tyler be standing in my bedroom? His face held no emotion. His eyes lit with expectation as he took in my form. The confusion set in and then realization. It was never an internet stranger. It was him all along. He was the one I ignored. He did all this, and now he had me alone.
21
I froze. I could hear nothing but my pulse hammering through my veins. He stood still, cold, and terrifying. His brown hair was disheveled. Adrenaline pulsed through my body and I prepared to run. Then I noticed the black piece of metal in his hand. "Sit the fuck down, you slut." He pointed at the floor beneath me. It unnerved me to hear such angry words in such a smooth voice.
I did as he said, my body Ice cold and clumsy. I tried to breathe but I couldn't find my lungs. He seemed even more menacing from the floor. I didn't know if he meant it to be or if he made me sit where I was for convenience.
He moved back and forth in front of me saying nothing. He oscillated between quick and slow laps, not giving any indicator as to what drove him. The suspense was so intense I wondered if I might prefer it if he shot me dead. My tendency toward the dramatic never missed an opportunity.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." He came to a stop in front of me. "But you've been off fucking that pretty boy prick, Sharp." His voice began to betray his rage. He barked a short, outraged laugh. I didn't respond in any way I couldn't. "Fucking look at me." I raised my eyes to him, remembering the gun in his hand. He gave me a sickening smile when our eyes made contact. "There you are, Claire."
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