"Ford, please..." I wailed out desperately. He immediately reached up and took my hands in each of his, twining our fingers together tightly, even as his tongue continued pleasuring me. It gave me the anchor I needed to ride out the storm.
When he finally lifted his head from between my thighs, I was limp and quivering with desire, and desperate for him to fill me with his cock. I wanted him to claim me, to own me.
"I need...I need...I need..." I muttered incoherently, unable to articulate what I wanted.
The world spun as Ford flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my legs off the side of the couch. I was left bent over the front of the cushions with my knees on the floor. He bent over me, his harsh breaths tickling my ear. I could feel his massive erection pressing against my ass, the denim of his jeans rough on my tender skin.
"What do you need, Jen?" he asked sharply. "Tell me."
"Your...your..."
"You don't get it unless you say it, honey." He nipped my ear, and I jumped with a squeak. He ground his dick into my ass, making me gasp and shudder with need. My brain stuttered to a halt again. I couldn't speak past the unbearable desire.
"Say it," he snapped out as his hand fisted in my hair. It was finally enough to break me out of my stupor.
"Your cock," I mewled out. "Please, Ford. I need you inside me. Please!" I was shameless now, and I couldn't think past my urgent need.
"Good girl," he snarled out, then sank his teeth into my shoulder, biting down hard. I wailed in pain tinged pleasure.
Cool air hit my back as Ford straightened, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper opening. Oh hell yes. I heard a foil packet being torn open, then the head of Ford's cock was teasing my sex.
"We're going to get tested, Jen," Ford said in a harsh voice that dripped with barely restrained arousal. "Then we're never going to use these fucking things again."
"Fuck yes, sir." My God, just the thought of unprotected sex with Ford made my pussy clench. His dark chuckle made it clench yet again.
"Are you ready for me, honey?" he asked hoarsely. "This is when I take you, own you, because you're mine." He slammed into me on that last word, an incoherent scream surging up out of me. It felt so good to have him inside me where he belonged. My body was his, and I gave it to him willingly to use for his pleasure, knowing he would give himself to me in return.
He thrust in and out of me hard and deep as he growled and snarled like an animal, one hand gripping my hip, the other fisted in my hair. All I could do was take it as Ford rode me faster and harder, overwhelming my senses and occupying my entire world. Nothing existed past where we were connected and the toe-curling pleasure that streaked through my body as I came within seconds. The scream that it pulled out of me was inhuman.
The crazed feral noises coming out of Ford's mouth were the hottest fucking thing I ever heard. It made me come again, my back arching as I cried out. The pleasure blasted through me like an inferno, my insides clamping down so hard that Ford started swearing.
"Holy goddamn motherfucking hell!" he bellowed out. He jerked me up to press my back against his chest. His dick swelled inside me as he pushed in as deep as he could go. He stilled, one hand across my chest, the other splayed across my pelvis as he held me tight against him. He erupted, his cock jumping and spasming inside me as he came. He snarled as his teeth sank down hard into my shoulder, and I followed right behind him, convulsing and shuddering in his arms as a release of epic proportions annihilated me.
He continued holding me close as we were both left panting and gasping for air when the pleasure had passed. I could feel his heart pounding inside his chest, and his coarse breaths on my sweat slicked skin. He began peppering my neck and shoulder with feather soft kisses, humming in satisfaction.
"Hmm...see what you do to me, Jenny?" he murmured in a deep rumble.
"Yes," I breathed out.
"See how beautiful you are?"
"Y...yes."
"And don't you fucking forget it." His firm tone broached no argument. And after what he just did to me, how could I?
Chapter 10
Ford
"What's with the band-aid?" Angel asked as she sauntered into my office Tuesday morning. I was at my desk booting up my computer.
I glanced at the cotton ball with a bandage over it on the inside of my right elbow. Shit, I forgot to take the damn thing off when I came downstairs to open the shop a little while ago. "I had some blood work done this morning."
"For what?" she asked she dropped onto the nearby sofa.
"Stuff." I answered vaguely, messing with her.
"What kind of stuff?"
"Nosy much?" I gave her a pointed look.
"Closemouthed much?" she asked me with a smirk.
"It was just an STD test." I told her with an eye roll.
"Oh," she answered matter-of-factly, then her eyes widened as she sat up straight. "Oh..." She drew the word out meaningfully as her eyes brightened gleefully. "Are things getting serious with Jenny?"
"She's getting tested today too," I answered with a pleased smile. "We'll get the results in two days." I couldn't wait to be inside her with nothing between us. Just the thought made me start to get hard. I was glad I was sitting behind my desk.
"Ford Spencer getting serious about a woman." She shook her head in amused disbelief. "I never thought I'd see that."
"I love her, Angel." It was the first time that I said it out aloud. The words just came out, like it was the most natural thing in the world to say. I didn't think I could hold back from telling Jen for much longer, whether it freaked her out or not.
She smiled knowingly at me. "I know." Her voice was soft and warm.
"That obvious, huh?"
"I haven't seen you this happy in a really long time, Ford." She gave me a wide grin. "I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks." She was right. Ever since I met Jen, I've felt like I gained back a piece of myself that I didn't even know I was missing. "I've never felt like this before."
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Angel's eyes softened, and she pressed her lips together. Oh hell, now she was going to get all mushy on me. She was a sucker for anything even the slightest bit romantic. Luckily, I was saved when the shop keeper's bell rang. "Oh," she blurted out as she stood. "That must be my first client." I watched her hurry out of my office, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
I turned my attention back to the monitor, but now all I could think about was Jen. She spent the night with me again last night. Holding her and cuddling her as she slept in my bed with me was now one of my favorite things in the world. She smelled and felt so good when she was in my arms, and maybe someday I could hold her every night.
Last night, before going to sleep, we decided to get tested today. I was pleased that she was on board with getting rid of the condoms too. She found us a nearby lab on my laptop. I got my test done this morning, and Jen was going on her lunch break today. We decided not to get together again until we got the results, and we both agreed it would make it that much better to wait. If everything went well, I'd have her in my rope and my bare cock inside her sweet pussy Thursday night. I groaned at the thought. I couldn't focus on anything else right now, so I grabbed my phone off the desk and started texting her.
Got my test done. Can't wait to feel all of you.
Leaving work to get mine soon. I can't wait either, she answered almost immediately.
It's time you were in my rope again, honey.
Yes, sir.
Holy hell, she knew how to get to me. I closed my eyes and shuddered with need. You're killing me, Jen.
But what a way to go...
I grinned broadly as I imagined the impish look that was probably on her face right now.
Bad girls like you should be punished.
You like me bad. Hell yeah, I did.
You like being punished. Hell yeah, she did.
I like anything you do to me.
Just wait until you see what I have planned for you.<
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Yummy. Looking forward to it. Gotta go. Talk soon.
I fought the urge to reply with "I love you" hoping soon that I'd be able to do that. I wanted her to know how I felt, but I was still worried how she'd react. Last night, I saw just how fragile and insecure she could be when all I did was tell her she was beautiful. I didn't want to do that to Jen again until I knew she could handle it.
My first client showed up not long after that, and I didn't have time to do anything but focus on work for most of the day. Around dinner time, I was sitting at the reception desk babysitting the phone for my receptionist, Liz, while she was picking up dinner for all of us. I was hanging up the phone when the front door opened. I glanced over and paused to stare at the predator that just walked in, because that's what she was.
The blond was voluptuous and smoking hot with long loose curls framing her flawless face. She was dressed in an incredibly short black pencil skirt and a silky crimson blouse unbuttoned to display her impressive cleavage. Her red hooker heels clacked across the tile floor as she stalked toward me. Her blue eyes focused on me, and a predatory grin spread across her full lips. She looked like she just smelled blood in the water, and I was the chum.
Most men wouldn't have known what hit them, but this was the kind of woman I always avoided. She'd chew a man up, spit him out, and toss him aside without a backward glance. The kind that would top a Dom from the bottom while he still thought that he was in control. She didn't fool me. I could see her coming from a mile away.
"Can I help you?" I asked politely, struggling not to let my distaste show. I stood, not wanting to give her the impression that she had the upper hand here, because that wasn't going to happen. Even in her heels, I towered over her. A flash of unease showed in her eyes as she looked up at me, but it quickly faded as she turned a wide seductive smile on me. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes.
"Hi," she answered flirtatiously. "I want a tattoo." Well, duh. "I was told that this was the place to go, and that Ford was the best here. Is that true?"
"I don't know if I'm the best, but I think I'm good at my job." I gave her a tight yet professional smile. She was laying it on pretty thick, but I had no problem taking her money from her.
"You're Ford?" she asked in a sickly sweet tone. Duh, again.
"Yes, I am." I nodded and crossed my arms. I was ready for her to get to the point.
"I'm Tori." She eyed me like I should know her, but I was happy that I didn't. I gave her a blank stare. A brief look of anger and disappointment flowed across her features before her salacious mask returned. And it was a mask, hiding the shallow, unhappy, and selfish woman who she was inside. This was one of those times that I really appreciated my ability to read people. Her charms weren't going to work on me.
"Nice to meet you, Tori," I finally replied with an utter lie. "What kind of tattoo were you looking for?"
"Well." She looked away coyly for a second. Barf. "I think I want it across my lower back." A tramp stamp, how predictable. "But I don't know exactly what I want." And she was here on a whim too. It still amazed me how many people put little to no thought to what they tattooed permanently on their bodies.
"I've got some books and portfolios you could look through to get an idea." I motioned toward the sitting area to my left, and the tattoo books spread across the glass coffee table. "Help yourself. If you have any questions just ask." It was a dismissal as much as anything, but she didn't understand that at all.
"I could use some help deciding," she said suggestively as she leaned her elbows on the display case and presented her tits for my inspection. Manipulative bitch.
"It's your body," I told her as I kept my eyes on hers without taking the bait. "You should be the one to decide."
Her eyes narrowed like she was going to argue, but I was saved by two new customers walking in. I greeted them, and Tori finally took the hint and wandered over to the sitting area, wagging her ass for my benefit before sitting and grabbing a tattoo book with a huff.
I turned my attention to the young couple approaching me. They wanted to get his and hers tattoos since they had just gotten engaged. It sounded like something that Angel would love to do. I fetched Angel from her tattoo room and introduced her to the happy couple. The three of them hit it off immediately, and I stood there and watched them animatedly discussing ideas between the three of them. My presence really wasn't needed anymore, but I didn't want to deal with Tori yet.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that she was sprawled across the black leather sofa in a way she must have thought was provocative. I didn't give her the attention she wanted, which caused her to stand with the book in her hand and saunter toward me. A resigned sigh slipped out of me as I turned away from Angel and her clients to see what she wanted.
"Did you find something you like?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Definitely," she replied as she eyes me up and down appreciatively.
Holy hell, I wanted to hurl. She opened the book and laid it on the counter in front of me.
"This one here." She pointed at a tribal design with a large rose in its center. It was pretty if cliched, but nothing that would be a challenge for me. On the upside, I could finish it fairly quickly.
"Come on back. We'll get started." I led her back to my room with a quiet sigh, eager to get this over with. Today I'd be earning my money, because everything about her rubbed me the wrong way. The less time I spent with this woman the better off I would be.
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"Maybe you should close the door," Tori suggested with a sly smile as she waited for me to finish setting up my workstation. She was sitting in a nearby chair eying me like a piece of meat. Thankfully, I had already drawn up the stencil, so I was almost ready to start on her shitty-ass tramp stamp. The sooner this was over, the better.
"The door stays open," I answered firmly as I turned back to what I was doing. There was no way in hell that I was closing that door. It was bad enough I had to be this close to her and to touch her in any way. God only knew what she'd say or try to do behind a closed door. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized just how self-involved this girl was. Our small talk was completely one sided, at least when she could manage to pull her eyes away from her damn phone. Half the time I talked, I was pretty sure she wasn't listening to a word I said.
I knew more about her than I wanted to at this point. I knew she had a marketing degree and where she worked. I knew she thought she was God's gift to men. I knew she liked to touch me when she flirted, and that she didn't have a clue that I had no interest in her in that way at all. The suggestive things she kept hinting at weren't anywhere near the subtle she was going for, and I was struggling with keeping up my polite facade. She was a paying customer after all, and I needed to be a professional, but holy hell, I just wanted to kick her the fuck out of here, and I hadn't even begun the damn tattoo yet.
"Alright." I motioned with a gloved hand toward the tattoo chair as I stifled a groan. "Let's do this."
Tori smiled in anticipation as she stood and walked toward me. She turned her back toward me, hiked up the back of her blouse, and reached around to start unzipping the back of her skirt. She pulled the zipper down slowly for my benefit with her ass at my eye level. Fuck, I wanted to charge her double for this shit.
Motion caught my eye in the doorway. I glanced over to see A.J. standing there staring at Tori's ass, since it was aimed at the door, and smiling lewdly. I scowled at him. He winked at me with a knowing smirk then walked away after one more glance at Tori's now partially bare ass. She didn't have any fucking panties on under her damn skirt. Great, he probably thought I was trying to hook up with a client. I'd never hear the end of it, since I'd been riding his ass for months about his inappropriate behavior at work.
Tori slowly sat down on the rear-facing chair. I was happy I wouldn't have to look at her face. Unfortunately, there was no way around having to touch her in a fairly intimate area. She sighed in a salacious way as I cle
aned her skin, then moaned softly as I placed the stencil. When I started tattooing her, she moaned some more, and it wasn't an unhappy noise. Great, she was into pain. Fuck me. Thankfully, she managed to hold still.
I worked as fast as I could, trying to ignore the continued flirting and innuendo that she threw my way in between the damn moaning. Eventually, I needed a break from her, even though I was pretty close to finishing the goddamn thing. I told her to stay put then took my gloves off and went into my office to calm my fraying temper. I seriously should have recommended her to A.J. He probably would have enjoyed this. I wasn't.
This nightmare made me feel grateful for Jenny. This was the complete opposite of the day she walked in here for a tattoo. Jenny might think she was a slut, but I knew for a fact that this Tori epitomized what a slut was, and Jen wasn't anything like this selfish deluded bitch.
"Hey," a low whisper came from my open office door. I glanced over from where I was slumped on my black leather sofa to see A.J. in the doorway. He walked in running a hand through his thick perfectly groomed full beard. I never understood the guys that wanted a hipster beard like that. Too much damn maintenance.
"What?" I grumbled out irritably.
"Dude." He walked in with a conspiratorial gleam in his hazel eyes. "That chick in your room. She's crazy, in a good way."
"Oh yeah?" I asked in feigned curiosity.
"I banged her a few weeks ago." He sat down next to me. Why didn't that surprise me? "She'll do anything, if you know what I mean. Anything." He leaned toward me, dragging the syllables out meaningfully.
"Good to know," I said as I stared at him in disgust, not feigning my disinterest in this conversation anymore.
"Right?" He shook his head in disbelief. "It was one hell of a night. And you should have seen her friend. This brunette had an unbelievably smoking body. My buddy Jake hooked up with her. Said she was hot too."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked in annoyance.
"I just thought you'd like to know that if you want to hit that, it's pretty much a sure thing, dude." He acted like I should be grateful for his insight. A.J. and I weren't friends, and from the direction this conversation was going, we weren't going to be. Ever.
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