by M. V. Kasi
When they reached outside the club, he began to head towards his car, but she dug in her heels to stop him.
“I’ll follow behind you to your place in my own car,” she said.
“We’ll pick it up later…in the morning,” he said, watching her with heated eyes.
But she insisted. “No. I prefer to have my own vehicle close to me during the nights. Always.”
She hoped that she didn’t sound too paranoid.
He paused briefly, watching her face and trying to read her. “Okay fine,” he said. “I’ll come along with you in your car.”
She nodded briefly and walked towards her car as anticipation roared through her head. She even agreed to let him drive.
When they got on the road, he broke the tension filled silence.
“Who was that guy you were talking to earlier at the club?” he asked.
She wanted to reply that the man was a stranger, which was sort of the truth. But she wanted to be a little more forthcoming with the truth that night, even if rest of their future would be based on lying and manipulation.
“He was my supposed date,” she stated quietly.
He turned to look at her sharply.
“Oh?” he asked. “I thought you said that you didn’t date.” He said that with a controlled calm even though his fingers had tightened over the steering wheel.
“I don’t. But sometimes biology takes over, and you have to go after your desires,” she said calmly.
His eyes flared, and he looked at her possessively again for a few split seconds, before turning back to the road ahead.
“Desire isn’t based on biology, Sia. And I think you know that.”
He stopped the car at a traffic signal and ran his eyes over her. It was a slow perusal, making her heated under his gaze.
“Desire starts here,” he said, tapping at her forehead, and then slowly trailed his fingers down her cheek, and neck, and then lower. “After you begin desiring someone with your mind, you will want them with the rest of your body. So even if the guy is great to look at, and your mind didn’t want him, he’d stand no chance at satisfying your desires.”
Her body heated up even more at his words, and then at his touch.
During the past month, after their heavy make-out session on her couch, inside her house, both of them had barely spoken to each other. Apart from the chin nods, and polite official communication when needed, they didn’t acknowledge each other. But the tension has always remained between them.
And now it was at an exploding point.
She could hardly remember the rest of the ride, or how they got into his home. All she knew was that he held her hand, and they ran up the five flights of stairs because she told him that she couldn’t bear to wait for the elevator to arrive.
As soon as he opened the main door to his home, he dragged her straight into his bedroom.
He kicked the door shut behind him with a leg. She found the gesture to be unbearably hot. At that point, she was so filled with desire for him that right then, he could have done anything, and she would have found it incredibly hot.
He opened his mouth, about to say something. But before he could, she held his jaw with one hand, and shoved him hard towards a wall.
His back hit the wall with a loud thud and his eyes flared.
In her high heels, she was only a few inches shorter than him. She was also stronger than most women of her age. Her daily intense workouts ensured that. She held his gaze, and slowly moved towards him. When she was close enough, she clutched his hair with both her hands, and pulled his mouth down towards hers.
Before even their mouths could meet, he pulled her even closer, and slammed their mouths together with their tongues clashing. And without breaking contact, he twisted, and pushed her against the wall, continuing to kiss her deeply.
He lifted her higher, until her short dress rode up over her hip. And then, he rubbed his hardness on top of her core, making her close her eyes, and gasp out loud into his mouth.
His mouth left hers to kiss her jaw.
She opened her eyes, and when their eyes met for a split second, she twisted her body to push him back against the wall. And before he could react, she ripped apart his buttoned up shirt, and opened his zipper to cup his hardness in her hand.
He emitted a loud hiss, throwing his head back as she squeezed, and then rubbed the tip with her thumb. A few seconds later, he pushed her hand away, and began to shrug out his torn shirt, and then stepped out of his jeans.
She eyed his magnificent physique with rapt appreciation. And she slowly began to step out of her heels, and then lowered the strap of her dress, about to strip her clothes like him, but he stopped her.
“Don’t remove your clothes, yet. I want you in that dress when I take you for the first time,” he ordered gruffly, eying her short and tight black sequenced dress that she had worn to the club that night.
She paused as slight disappointment hit her.
Guys as good-looking as him were naturally bossy. It came from being used to getting what they wanted. But too bad for him she was used to going against the flow.
“Before this goes any further, I need to let you know about something,” she said quietly.
He paused and watched her carefully.
“I will be in-charge and on the top. I always lead when it comes to sex,” she said.
She said that in her usual matter of fact way, that usually brooked no further arguments. But apparently, he wanted to argue the fact.
“That’s too bad. Since I’m a take-charge and a top kind of guy as well,” he replied as slight amusement filled his eyes.
She stared at him for a moment. Obviously he didn’t know he was dealing with someone who had men like him for breakfast. And lunch. And sometimes for dinner too. Her vast experience was now going to be put to use. She had always known how to play with her conquests. He wasn’t going to be any different. When it came to sex, he would be just like any other guy.
She slowly went closer to him and ran a finger along the well-defined ridges on his abdomen, making him shudder. All amusement, if any, had vanished from his face. She saw that he had clenched his fists at his sides as he felt the pleasure. Her finger moved lower, to caress the length of his hardness, making him inhale sharply.
“Give in to me completely and I’ll blow your mind,” she whispered to him huskily.
His pupils were completely dilated and his entire body had stiffened with arousal.
“I can’t promise you that,” he gritted. “Because I know I’ll break that promise. I know that once I touch you, I’ll want you beneath me.”
He threw back his head as she held his girth firmly, and rubbed the tip back and forth with her thumb.
“Then I’m not sure how tonight or any other night will work out between us. We both want to be in-charge and stay on the top. And neither of us seem to be the kind to budge,” she said softly.
He began to breathe fast. “I’m pretty reasonable if not anything. How about a compromise? Let’s take turns,” he gritted.
She stared at him for a few seconds.
“Ladies first,” he said, and led her towards his bed. Then he stopped her next to it.
“But before that, since you got me started already,” he began, pointing at his aroused hardness, “Let me return the favor,” he said as he knelt down next to his bed, and moved his hands under her dress.
Before she could form a reply, he pushed her flimsy panties to the side, and slid a finger into her.
Her gasp sounded loud in the quiet room.
And even before her stunned mind could process his words and actions clearly, he shoved her legs further apart, and raised her leg to place it on top his shoulder. And then, he put his mouth on her, and began to devour her.
She made choking noises as her legs weakened, and she almost collapsed.
His arms were the only things supporting her and keeping her upright at that moment. And the pressure kept building inside he
r quickly, until it reached to a fever pitch. She felt she was at the edge way too soon. But before she could climax, he let go of her leg, and stood up with a small smile playing around his lips.
“You wanted to go first,” he stated.
This time she was the one panting in arousal. She also felt frustrated. And annoyed.
She was supposed to play him. Not the other way around. And he seemed to be trying to be in control of when and how she could find her release.
She had to grab back control.
She did not need her psychiatrist to explain to her that due to her past, she always liked to be in control. Especially in the bedroom.
When it came to the chase…she always the predator. Period.
She stared into his eyes. And then, walking calmly to her purse, she got out a few condoms, and threw them next to the bed on a night stand. She tore open one of them while returning his heated gaze.
Then, moving towards him, she stood in front of him as he continued to watch her quietly. Slowly, she raised her hands, and placed them on his chest with the barest of touch.
And then, keeping her eyes on him, she pushed him back.
Hard.
Until his back hit the bed. And then, she climbed over him, to grab him, and roll the condom on him. Then keeping her eyes on him again, she lifted her dress, and pushed her panties to the side, and slowly guided him into her.
He watched her as she began to move on top of him in perfect movements.
This was familiar. This was something she knew. She had done this since she had been twelve. Even though she had gotten a long break since the past one year, her instinct took over.
Placing a hand next to him on the bed, she watched her prey as she increased the speed, and then rode him hard, almost to the point of violence.
He held her hips to guide her and slow down her movements. But she held his hands and shoved them away from her body.
That gesture made him open his eyes.
She kept watching him and continued driving the moments at her own pace.
He tried again. He placed a hand on her hip, trying to sit up. But she shoved his hand away again, and pushed his chest down on the bed.
When he tried to rise again, she wrapped her fingers around his throat, and held him down.
“Stay!” she ordered as she continued to move over him.
His eyes flared, making it apparent that he didn’t like that gesture, and he growled out loud, making her pause momentarily.
Slowly, Sia began to focus on the actual man beneath her, and not just the body she was using. With narrowed eyes and a flushed face, he looked pissed. And very, very hot.
“My turn now,” he grated, making her shiver at the look on his face.
He held her hips and flipped her on her back, quiet easily.
She gasped as her back hit the bed, and before she could say anything he was on top of her and still inside her. His eyes began to darken. He already had such jet black eyes to begin with. And with intense arousal , there was no more softness to break the intensity.
She felt consumed.
He leaned down, and kissed her mouth, hard. And then, he held her hips, and began to increase the pace, watching her all the while.
He took over completely as she gave in. Grunting and pounding into her. Hard.
She had never made noises during sex. But now, she moaned, pulling him even closer with her nails digging into his shoulders as he made his strokes even harder and deeper, to the point of being brutal.
“Now!” she ordered harshly as she hung on to the edge once again.
“Now, what?” he growled, slowing down the pace deliberately.
“You know,” she gritted, as she arched her back against him, and thrashed around violently under him.
He smiled darkly again. “Ask me nicely. Say, please,” he demanded gutturally.
She was almost close. If only he would move faster.
“Ask me!” he ordered harshly.
She knew he was getting back at her for all the times she turned him down.
“Please. Make me come, damn you!” she burst out in an uncharacteristic way, willing to do anything for that release.
He looked triumphant as she lost control of her cool reserve, and he pulled off her clothes from top of her head. The flimsy dress, and an even flimsier bra were thrown next to the bed. He even ripped the panties away while continuing to pound into her.
“Arch your back even more, towards me,” he ordered as he held her thighs in both his hands.
She arched immediately.
“More. Bring your breasts closer to my mouth,” he said.
Blindly, she followed his instructions.
Soon, she was rewarded when she felt his teeth and tongue on the stimulated peaks. And then, pushing her slightly higher, he bit the underside of one of her breasts. Hard.
She screamed and started to come. And come and come.
It went on forever.
She had never known anything like it.
She held onto his shoulders, paralyzed, as her body began to spasm with waves of pleasure.
He was similarly affected. His breathing became hoarser, and more ragged. And he continued to hold her firmly, pounding into her. Until he started to come.
His body shuddered violently on top of her. He let go of her thighs, and tangled his fingers into her hair to pull back her head, to watch her face as she came.
She was trembling still when he looked at her in awe.
“Shit. I knew it would be like this with you,” he rasped.
Even as her glazed eyes looked towards him, her body continued to draw out of every ounce of pleasure from him.
And then after an undetermined amount of time, when she finally regained her senses, she noticed that he was collapsed on top of her. He probably couldn’t move away because her hands and legs were wrapped tightly around him, almost trapping him inside her.
She was amazed by his presence on her, and also by the calm that washed over her right then. She had never been able to bear the feel of a man on top of her, yet she craved this man like this, feeling their hearts beating together, while they held each other.
She was starved for the touch and feel of him. But slowly and reluctantly, she loosened her limbs to let him go.
“I must be crushing you,” he murmured from her neck, and with a groan he rolled away from her.
Immediately, she felt an acute loss, both inside and outside her body. She felt confused and overwhelmed.
Get the hell away from him. Now!
She sat up on the bed to listen to her rational side.
“Where are you going?” he asked, holding her hand.
“Cleaning up, and then, home,” she replied quietly.
He didn’t let her go. He sat up on the bed, and then bringing his mouth closer, he began to move his lips along her arm, causing shivers in his wake. “Who said we are done?” he asked huskily. “We just got started.”
He pulled her back into the bed until she was lying on top of him.
She pulled away, still feeling confused.
“No. I need to clean up first,” she said.
“You are clean enough. Stay.”
“I need to clean,” she repeated while his tongue moved in circles around the tips of her breasts.
She pulled away from him until he couldn’t reach her.
He was frowning. “Fine. But get back here in five minutes.”
She paused at the tone. “I’ve already told you that I’m not a big fan of taking orders from anyone. I only give them.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? You seemed to be just fine taking them, a while ago,” he reminded her.
He was right. She felt even more confused because of those weak moments.
“An exception. I was just humoring you, since it was our first time. So don’t get ideas and think I would allow that again. A few foolish men have tried and failed,” she said with a careless shrug.
She felt shoc
ked and then fascinated as she saw his expression turning fierce.
“No. I think you would enjoy taking orders from me when it comes to sex and your pleasure. And I know you are going to humor me some more, during the rest of the night.”
Sia hated how her body reacted to that possessive look and statement. But he was right, she would humor him tonight. She’d let him do what he wanted with her. But within reason.
She disappeared into his bathroom to wash up and to pull her thoughts together. But soon, after a few minutes, her quiet shower was interrupted by him.
He held a look of impatience as he barged inside the large glass cubicle. And soon his frown melted away, and all that was left were his heated eyes as he ran them over her wet body.
Soon things got out of hand, and they spent the next few minutes with his back against the shower wall, and she riding on top of him. It was quite difficult, and slippery, but it had been her turn to be on the top.
And when they were done, she turned towards the shower to wash off again. But she felt a tug on her arm.
“You don’t have to get too clean. I’m going to get us very dirty again. Let’s go,” he instructed.
Another order.
She frowned, and then looked at him haughtily, to intimidate him. But considering they were both naked, it didn’t seem to work on him.
He simply looked amused.
“Nice try,” he said as his face broke into a sexy grin, and he carried her from the bathroom, and threw her on the bed.
She landed on her stomach, and before she could catch her breath or scramble up, he lifted her enough so she was on her hands and knees. And then, holding her hips, he kissed her spine as he moved up behind her.
“My turn,” he whispered in her ear, making her shudder.
She automatically raised her hips higher towards him, offering her body.
And so, on and on they went, until early hours of the morning. Each taking turns to be on top, to be in control, driving each other crazy, until they fell into an exhausted heap wrapped around each other.
Sometime during the early hours of the morning, he fell asleep, and was snoring softly in her ears.
She stared outside his bedroom window at the soft twilight, feeling torn between feelings of guilt, contentment and happiness. And when her eyes began to droop in exhaustion, she knew it was time to leave.
