by Angela Blake
“What, you’d prefer I begged for you to keep me? I’m not going to do that,” Kayla explained.
Dean raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you begging now?”
“I have leverage,” she clarified. “This time I’m making demands.”
He nodded in agreement, “But you’re demanding for something I can actually enjoy. I love fucking you.”
“Yeah, until you get tired and decide to break me, weaken my will and my mind and then auction me off to some guy. I know you’ve done it before. You’re scared of commitments, Dean Marshall.”
That struck a chord.
“You don’t know anything about me,” Dean fired back at her in an attempt to turn things around in his favor. That wasn’t going to work though. Kayla knew she had him in the palm of her hands.
“I don’t give too shits,” Kayla fired her own shots. “I’m calling the shots now. You understand, golden boy? Can’t be that hard to fulfill what I want.”
“To fuck you every night like it’s my last night alive,” he repeated her wish. If it was any other guy they’d be pleased. Who wouldn’t want a girl they could screw for the rest of their life? To make the deal even better she was offering herself for free and to a guy she knew could afford anything in the world.
Kayla nodded, “Can’t be too hard, right? I don’t give a damn what you do in your free time. I don’t care who you fuck when I’m not looking. The only thing I want is that you don’t let go of me. You own me and I own you. That’s how it will be.”
“This is a weird way of proposing,” Dean joked.
It does sound like I want him to marry me. Well, if he wants pussy and I want him then we might as well put a ring on it. Kayla merely smiled back at him and she knew that he got the same thoughts in mind.
“Can I put something on now?” Kayla then asked. “It is a little cold wearing nothing but this stupid collar.”
“Not going to give me this one chance to put you in a slave outfit?”
Kayla shook her head, “I’m not a slave. I’m not a hooker for a gentlemen’s club and I’m not a BDSM submissive. I like it rough and I like it playful but don’t think I’m one of those girls you can keep in a basement.”
Dean smiled then told her, “That’s what makes you so exciting. I never know when you’d be in my room with a pleasant surprise waiting for me to unwrap.”
“You still have one more gift to unwrap then,” Kayla told him as she pointed at her collar.
He got up from his seat, walked over to her and stood right in front so that his crotch was right in front of her face. She loved how he teased her that way and willingly lifted her chin up so he could undo the fastening on her collar.
Once he got it off he sat back on his chair and beckoned for her to come closer.
Now I just need to seal the deal. Kayla bit her lip and looked at him with a lustful, hungry look as and she got down on her knees. Slowly she crawled towards him and watched as he hurriedly pulled his cock out of his pants. She gasped when she saw his rod flop out, throbbing and angry in anticipation.
Kayla pushed his hands away and she quickly moved in, licking it and suckling on his member so vigorously she felt him shift in his seat. She opened wide and kept his cock in her mouth as she began to rhythmically bob her head up and down. Kayla felt his already excited cock get even harder and larger as it slid in mouth.
Then she felt his hand on her head and he pushed down roughly, forcing her to take his cock deep into her throat. If this was any other night she might have complained or labeled this as the moment she’d walk away and look for someone else but Kayla figured giving him the satisfaction this one time suited the occasion. She took his cock in deep and even though it choked her it felt so satisfying and liberating.
Chapter Seven
Kayla felt her whole world shake the moment he kept his hands on her head and guided her head up and down the length of his manhood. Her throat tensed every time he would push in harder, forcing her to deepthroat him, but it felt so exciting she would occasionally do it herself. Each time she did her foot would kick up and she could feel her pussy drip in heat.
Then his cock flicked. Not going to let you cum just yet.
She let his manhood of out her mouth and looked up at him. He had already removed his shirt and she could see the ripples of his muscular body. Dean was a marvel to look at and she always found it amazing that he had found time to keep his body in shape.
“Come up here baby,” Dean beckoned and she willingly came.
Kayla got up on his lap and began to dance, allowing him to play with her tits softly and gently as she grinded her chest, tummy and pussy against his body. Each time she swayed she made sure the length of his cock would slide against her pussy, letting it soak in all of her juices as she held off shoving it inside of her.
Dean started to get agitated and she could feel his cock was angry and waiting. The moment she grabbed it and guided it inside of her she saw Dean’s hands reach for her ass cheeks. He immediately gripped her from behind and roughly began shaking her ass, forcing her to grind with his cock deep inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she moaned out of pure pleasure. “Oh god, please Dean, fuck me!”
He gave her a loud slap and she moaned even louder. Kayla wrapped her arms around him and embraced him close to her as her body melded with his. She gave her whole soul and flesh to him that night, allowing him to conquer every inch of her.
When they began it was simple and lustful, like a stranger fucking a whore he just met in a bar but as they continued Dean began to kiss her from her lips to her pussy, making sure to cover every inch of her. It started to feel romantic and she could feel some weight of care and attention radiating from his every touch.
He took her to the bedroom and as he plowed through her, Kayla’s back on the bed, he nibbled ever so sweetly on her ear and down her neck. As she moaned into his ear she could feel his body pulsating with hers and it felt like for a long while they were one.
Dean did take his time, going so slowly as he pushed and pulled, thrusting his member in as deep as possible with a single push before pulling out to the point where only the head of his cock was still inside of her. Each time he’d do this she’d feel some kind of emptiness overwhelm her only for her to be drowned in a sudden flush of pain and pleasure when he’d thrust back in. Every time he’d thrust she moan out loudly and beg for him to keep on going.
“Dean, p-please,” she begged as he pounded in and out in a slow but deep method. “Please, fuck me. I n-need it. I fucking want you, damn it.”
He quickly obliged and turned her over, taking her from behind. In this position she was submitting to him but at the same time she was the most excited. When he pounded in her whole body shuddered and shook and she screamed in pure euphoria. Her vision had begun to go blank and Kayla’s thoughts drowned in the moment of pleasure.
***
When she finally came to, they were lying in the bed, spooning with her back to his chest. She could feel his cock against her butt and thighs and Dean was warmly embracing her with his right hand slowly, methodically massaging her breast.
“Dean,” she finally asked after resting for a few minutes.
“Hm?”
She reached up to his hand and squeezed, putting pressure on her breast. “Don’t ever leave me.”
“You could have simply just asked.”
She shrugged, “I couldn’t. I didn’t want to sound desperate. I know you can afford to dump girls, find more girls and keep on going. Why limit yourself to just one pussy for the rest of your life, right? There are so many fish in the sea. But honestly, I’ve been desperate.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as he moved his hand down to her pussy, gently sliding his finger between the folds of her flesh.
“To be honest with you, I’ve been doing everything I can to keep you interested in me. I just fear you’d get bored and leave me.”
Dean h
ugged her tight as he replied, “Hush... you don’t need to feel that way now. I promise I will always be right here for you. I am never going to leave you or let you go.”
“I sound like a desperate slut.”
“No, you sound like someone in love,” he corrected her and for the first time Kayla realized that he was right. Sofia was saying it but she never bought into it but then again people only do dumb things when they’re in love. Kayla loved Dean.
“I do love you,” she told him. “I love you so much it’s infuriating. Out of all the guys I could fall for I had to fall for the rich, playboy asshole with a dark secret.”
Dean turned her over so she would face him and he looked straight into her eyes as he whispered, “I love you too.”
“You only like me because I do what you want in bed,” Kayla responded.
He shook his head, “I mean it. I like how you cook pancakes in the morning, I love how you know exactly what kind of movies I like to watch and I appreciate how you’re willing to experiment in sexual things you’d normally never try. You always find a reason to keep trying, even when you’ve already discovered things about me that would normally disgust and turn off any other girl.”
“You’re just saying all that,” Kayla didn’t want to fall for his tricks. The hard part was that by looking into his eyes she almost believed every word he said.
Dean wasn’t giving up though. “I’m serious,” he told her. “I’d give it all up for you.”
“No,” she said. “I can’t deprive you of the things you like. I don’t mind you running your little BDSM ring. You can have your little games.”
“I wouldn’t be a really good boyfriend if I keep my girl at home while I go punishing a naked slut in the basement.”
Kayla smiled and said, “I’m your girlfriend. She’s just a slut for other people to own and dominate and break. No matter what you do to me, I won’t break.”
“That’s like saying you’re my wife,” he commented with a chuckle. “You really are proposing to me, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” she answered and laughed at him. She felt genuinely happy and content. This was why she couldn’t just give up on Dean. He made her feel complete and it was weird considering all the other things he was. Sure, he was a playboy and he had a strange fetish but when they were just making love and laying down talking she felt like a complete human being. He filled an empty hole that had been gnawing at her soul for so long.
Dean gave her nipple a twist but it wasn’t rough or too tight, just enough to make her gasp and moan a little.
“Thank you,” she told him as she reached up and held onto his hand.
“For letting you abduct my free will and agreeing to not-marry but marry you as we fuck like wild animals in my own bedroom? Sure, you’re welcome,” Dean answered sarcastically. “On a more serious note, it’s no problem. You’re a one of a kind girl, so I’m not really complaining.”
Kayla didn’t really know if she should believe him but so far he was keeping true to his word and despite having wild, rough sex he did not insist on treating her like a BDSM submissive. He knew his boundaries with her and that showed some level of respect.
There’s hope for you yet, Dean Marshall. Kayla let him caress her body slowly, allowing herself to peacefully fall asleep. The last thing she recalled before her eyes shut and the darkness took over was the touch of his fingertips dancing on her thighs. It was a pleasant sensation and it brought a smile to her face right
as she nodded off.
Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe it worked,” Sofia said as she flicked the television on. She and Kayla were in Dean’s bedroom. “All your kinky sex shit and spying actually worked. Good thing he didn’t just get mad and force you to leave or something.”
Kayla laid on the bed, right next to Sofia, and fumbled with her phone and replied, “I think he was mad at first, for like the first few minutes. Then I put my foot down and said ‘son, you ain’t fucking any bitch but me.’”
They both laughed and Sofia browsed through the channels. Nothing seemed to pique her interest.
“You got a Netflix account or something?” Sofia asked. “Nothing good’s on.”
“Yeah,” Kayla said and took the remote control. As she was logging in she said, “I don’t know where it’s going though. I mean, sure, I glued my spot to him for now but I don’t know if it’s a real relationship or if I’m just like the unloved wife that he fucks at night.”
Sofia looked at her with a twisted, disgusted expression, “The unloved wife he fucks at night? Where in the world did you pick that line up?”
“Bitch,” Kayla replied. “You know what I mean. He goes out, has fun, and then when he comes home he screws me simply because he has to. Like how a guy might fuck his wife at home just to shut her up and so she won’t think he’s cheating on her with some young, dandy slut he met in a bar.”
“Does it even matter? You still got what you wanted.”
“It matters,” Kayla told her friend. “I love him.”
Silence covered them like a blanket and Kayla knew Sofia was processing the thought in her head. Sofia did say Kayla was falling in love but now it was a reality. They had been friends since middle school and this was honestly the first time Kayla ever admitted being in love with a guy and it just had to be the richest asshole they ever met.
“Y-you just said that, right? You just said you love Dean Marshall?” Sofia had to make sure she got it right.
Kayla nodded.
“All right, the world is coming to an end,” Sofia concluded. “This is it. I’m done. Kayla’s fallen in love. I’ve done my job well.”
Kayla laughed and punched her friend softly on the shoulder, “Shut up. I can’t really believe it either, you know? I mean, I had so many other chances before and here I am getting all warm and tingly for fucking Dean. He’s the kind of guy you laugh at in parties and shit but I’m tying myself to him instead of walking away.”
“You can’t control who you fall for,” Sofia commented but Kayla noticed it was in a soft, melancholic tone.
“You okay?”
Sofia tried but failed to grin back, “Yeah. I just thought you’d marry me.”
That broke Kayla’s heart. “I’m always here,” she told her best friend. “Always.”
“Yeah, but you’re not mine anymore. You might even marry this son of a bitch seeing how you’re so head over heels for him.”
It made Kayla feel a little guilty. Sofia admitted she had a thing for Kayla a few years back and they did honestly try to be together but Kayla just didn’t feel it. She loved the sex and Sofia was the sweetest person she ever dated but it wouldn’t work. Kayla was straight and she wanted guys, no matter how hard she’d try to give it her all for Sofia.
“I’m sorry So,” Kayla told her friend and planted a kiss on Sofia’s cheek. “I promise, you can always come over and bang me like a freak any time of the week.”
Sofia found some consolation in that, “Hey, as long as we both stay happy right? Maybe Dean will want to watch sometime.”
“Fuck you,” Kayla said flatly. “Don’t give us ideas. I like how it is now.”
“Speaking of how it is,” Sofia pointed out, “do you live here now?”
“Oh, yeah I do. He’s been helping me move my stuff here. I still got some shit left back at the apartment like my fridge and stuff. I told him we can just hire a moving company but he insisted on doing it himself.”
Sofia nodded and went back to watching TV, “At least he’s trying to be a normal boyfriend. Remember David? Man, fuck that asshole. I couldn’t care less about how rich he was. He was such an asshole.”
“Hey, you sure you’re okay here on your own?” Kayla asked as she got up. She had to leave and Dean was probably already at their meeting place, waiting for her.
“I know my way out,” Sofia answered. She then pointed to her lips and puckered, “Bye. Have fun.”<
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Kayla gave her friend a kiss on the lips then started getting dressed. She was actually going out on a date with Dean, something she thought they’d never do. She had assumed she’d just be the girl he comes home to but never sees. This was a nice change of pace from just having sex in his mansion.
When she was ready, she left Sofia in the bedroom and drove out.
***
The theater center was already packed. She found Dean waiting in line to buy tickets.
“Dean Marshall, waiting in a line like everybody else,” she commented as she walked up to him. “I need to take a picture of this.”
He laughed and handed her their popcorn, “You didn’t think all I do is work and screw girls, right? I do have a hobby outside the bedroom.”
“I don’t know, you tell me,” she replied and ate a handful of popcorn. “What movie are we watching?”
“It’s that new thing with George Clooney,” he answered, “a musical.”
Kayla’s eyes grew wide with excitement, “How’d you know I’d like this? I freaking love George Clooney.”
“Every chick loves George Clooney,” he told her. “Fortunately, so do I. You got everything ready at your place?”
“Yeah, everything’s boxed up.”
Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her closer, “How’s Sofia?”
“In our bedroom, watching shit on Netflix.”
“Using your account or mine?”
“Mine,” Kayla answered. “She’s been binging that show with Thandie Newton and Chris Pratt. I liked it but I only saw Season One so far.”
Dean hugged her tighter and asked, “How many seasons are there now?”
“Four,” Kayla answered. “I couldn’t continue watching because I diverted back to finishing up Game of Thrones. Then I started watching that weird sci-fi thing you recommended last night.”
“Firefly?”
She nodded, “I like it. The writing is really good but it’s kind of obvious that the budget wasn’t really up to par. It would’ve been better if they made it a few years later. Like a decade later.”
