by Amy Valenti
Any thoughts of wanting to keep myself from becoming attached to another human being were gone. I could hate myself later, but for the moment, he was all that mattered.
His lips touched against the delicate skin of my stomach, and I felt his tongue dart playfully into my navel, causing me to giggle slightly. He planted kisses all across my abdomen, and I began to ache to feel his lips and tongue elsewhere.
I felt his hand between my thighs, stroking the inner skin and sliding upward to rest against my slit. I wriggled slightly, hoping to force his hand between my lips, but he clucked his tongue in response and removed his hand entirely.
“No, no, my dear,” he warned me. “I’m the one in control. You must be patient. Do as I say, and you will be satisfied. Get impatient, and it will take much longer.”
“Yes, sir,” I responded.
His hands spread out, running all over my body and not lingering in any one place for too long. He massaged the plump swell of my stomach, kneaded my full breasts, tickled across my thighs and caressed my face. He was making love to my body in the most benign way possible, but it was wildly erotic.
“Will you obey me?” he asked, running his fingers over my hair.
“I will,” I answered without hesitation.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, stroking his fingers up my torso.
“It is.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his teeth nibbling at one of my nipples.
Trust. That was a hard one. I had serious trust issues, and I wasn’t sure I could ever trust anyone again.
“Do you trust me?” he repeated more firmly, his hand sliding up to clutch my neck.
“As much as I could trust anyone right now,” I answered. It was the most truthful answer I could give him.
“That’s good enough for now,” he said.
I breathed an internal sigh of relief. I was afraid it would be a deal breaker if I said I didn’t trust him, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him. Lies and dishonesty had nearly destroyed me when my exes did it to me. I couldn’t do that to him. Especially not when I knew how he’d been treated in the past.
I felt his fingers slide up my inner thigh and part my lips. They slipped between them and pushed inside me, and I could feel my wet arousal coating his fingers.
“Open your mouth,” he said firmly, and I immediately obeyed.
He shoved his fingers between my lips, pushing them against my tongue and forcing me to taste my own wetness. I closed my mouth around his fingers and began to suck them, eliciting a groan of pleasure from his lips.
“How do you taste?” he asked, pulling his fingers from my mouth.
“Sweet,” I told him. “And slightly salty.”
“I mean,” he corrected me, “how do you like the taste?”
“It’s nice,” I admitted.
“Mmm, good,” he said.
His fingers trailed from my lips down my chin and to my breast, where he pinched my nipple firmly, causing me to squeal.
The bed jiggled, and I felt him bumping around me. Then I felt weight on my chest. Something smooth played against my lips, and I instinctively parted them. The head of his cock, thick and plump, pushed into my mouth, and I tasted the saltiness of precum which had beaded on the tip.
“Suck me,” he commanded.
He began to thrust between my lips, and I ran my tongue in circles around his shaft as he fucked my mouth. His hands grabbed my face and held it still as he plunged further down my throat, which caused my eyes to water.
“I love fucking your pretty little mouth,” he growled. “It’s a beautiful sight.”
He pulled himself from my mouth and I felt the bed jiggling against as he shifted positions once more. I could feel him between my legs, and I was anticipating the feel of his cock inside me. Instead, he spread me apart and I felt the warm softness of his tongue snaking between my pussy lips, and I gasped upon contact.
“Ahh, she likes,” he commented.
He slipped a finger inside me and curled it upward, locating the sensitive patch of mottled skin that lined my tunnel underneath which a world of pleasure awaited. His tongue pushed flat against my clit, and each motion upward and down caused electric tension to build as he probed against my G-spot with his finger.
My hands balled into fists so tight that I felt my fingernails cutting into my palms almost painfully. My body was writhing against the bed, lifting upward as his tongue continued to slide up and down. I was reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, when suddenly he stopped.
“Not yet,” he said.
My body immediately went limp with disappointment, my pulse pounding loudly in ears and in my temples. A slight groan escaped my lips.
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he said, “you’ll cum soon enough.”
I felt my arousal heighten as he began to rub the head of his cock between my legs. He gathered some of my slickness and rubbed himself over my throbbing clit before positioning himself at my opening.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“I want you inside me,” I answered.
“Beg for it,” he commanded.
“Please,” I said. “I want you inside me.”
“No,” he corrected me. “Beg like you mean it.”
I whined and said, “Please, please fuck me with your big, hard cock!”
“Much better!” he said. “Now tell me why you want it.”
“Because I need it,” I answered. “I need your hard cock inside me so bad. I’m aching for it.”
“Are you aching for me?”
“Yes, only for you!” I cried.
The head of his cock slipped inside me, but he paused, lingering there as he slowly stroked my thighs with his hands, kneading their fleshy softness.
“Please, please fuck me!” I begged him. “God, I need to feel your cock inside me! Please fuck me!”
My whole pussy was quivering around his cock head with anticipation, and even my legs were starting to tremble with desire. My tunnel was already clenching around him, trying to pull him inside me.
“I need you,” I groaned. “I need you so fucking bad. Please fuck me!”
He thrust sharply inside me, sinking deep. I cried out as a surge of adrenaline stiffened my nipples and electrified every nerve ending in my body simultaneously.
He slowly, teasingly pulled out, and then thrust savagely back in, eliciting another cry from me. My teeth began to chatter as every inch of my body pleaded for release.
His hands moved up my thighs, across my plump belly and upward to grab my breasts. He squeezed them together, leaning forward and taking one of my nipples between his teeth and nipping at it. I yelped, and then he began to suck it as he increased his tempo.
“God, yes,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”
I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the wetness of his mouth around my nipple, the hardness of his cock inside me. I was being assaulted with a thousand simultaneous sensations, and it was taking me to heights of pleasure I had never known could exist.
His lips kissed upward, dragging across the skin of my neck, over my chin where they claimed mine. His tongue teased my mouth open, and he tangled it around my own as he kissed me intensely. His thrusts were quickening, and I could feel the white-hot magma of orgasm mounting inside me. I was moaning against his lips.
He pulled away from the kiss, and I gasped. I was aching for release, but I didn’t know how he would react if I came without asking him.
“May I cum?” I pleaded. “Please, may I?”
“Cum for me,” he whispered into my ear. “Cum all over my cock.”
Pleasure surged, erupting from within me, causing me to clench hard around his cock, capturing him inside me. I screamed as I felt his hard cock begin to pulse, and I was certain he was going to cum inside me. I was so lost in my own orgasm that I hardly cared, and wave after wave of delicious pleasure seduced me, bursting across my body and causing my whole body to practically levitate off the bed.
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Finally, he pulled his cock from within me and hurriedly shifted his body upward.
“Drink me,” he commanded.
I opened my mouth, and he released a gush of his cum into my mouth. He pushed his cock against my tongue and I could taste my own sweetness melding with his saltiness. He groaned as he released again and again.
Finally, he grabbed my chin and snapped my mouth shut. I knew he wanted me to swallow, and I’d never done that before, but as much as I wanted to please him I gladly swallowed every last drop.
“How does my cum taste?” he asked.
“Sexy,” I admitted.
“I wish I could keep you tied up like this forever,” he said, his fingernails trailing their way absently down my torso.
I said nothing, but inside I was wishing the same thing. I just couldn’t admit it aloud, because then I would have to admit it to myself.
I felt his hands against my wrist, loosening my binds. First one hand, and then the other, he released me. Finally, he removed my blindfold.
“That was incredible,” I said, my eyes finally able to search his beautiful, naked body.
I inhaled every inch of him visually. A little sweat glistened on his broad chest. His shoulders were wide and rippled with muscles. His arms were toned, but not too huge. And his abdomen carried a hint of six-pack without being overdone. His cock, though growing flaccid, was perfectly shaped with a thick pink head that still shone with our wetness.
But there was a sadness about him as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. I couldn’t quite understand what it was, but I wanted to know more about him.
Damn him.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Do you ever want to see me again?” he asked gently.
“Yes, I do.”
“Then you know what I ask of you.”
He was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the floor with his elbows on his knees, his hands hanging limply between them. He looked defeated.
I crawled up behind him and slid my hands onto his bare shoulders, kissing the nape of his neck.
“I don’t even want to see another man,” I promised him. “I’m addicted to you.”
It was the truth. Every word of it. As much as I had wanted to avoid it, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it even to myself, I’d already grown attached to him. It was just like an addiction. I knew I shouldn’t, but I wanted more and more.
He reached across his chest with his left hand and grabbed my right, clutching it fiercely and pressing my palm against his lips. He kissed my palm over and over again before turning my hand over to kiss the back.
“I thought I could live without this,” he told me.
“So did I,” I admitted.
He turned his head over his shoulders and looked at me with wide eyes. They were bloodshot and wild.
“Do you mean to say you can’t?” he asked, his voice hopeful.
“I can’t,” I verified.
His eyes darted around my face frantically as if he were searching for any possibility of falsehood. Apparently he found none, because he suddenly twisted his body toward mine and embraced me, pulling my entire body around to his lap and kissing me with a gentleness I hadn’t seen from him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers into his chestnut hair, allowing myself to become absorbed in his kiss. His hand cupped my cheek, his fingertips pressing into the side of my face as if he were trying to pull me deep inside him.
“May I take you home?” he asked.
I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted him to know where I lived. There was still a part of me that was terrified of any type of commitment or even closeness. But I felt, somewhere deep inside me, in that tiny part of me that held out hope for some sort of future, that I could trust him.
“Sure,” I said, only slightly reluctantly.
“Get dressed and we’ll go.”
I squirmed into my clothes, taking my time, as I wasn’t quite ready to be away from him. Something about this man had captured me, and it was difficult to pull myself away. But I needed time to think.
Once we were both dressed, he laced his fingers through mine and led me down the hallway and through the pounding beat of the club. We passed through the red door and onto the street, where he nodded to a valet. The valet immediately nodded and disappeared behind the building.
Gaius clung to my hand protectively, and I wrapped the other arm around myself, shivering in the evening air. He glanced at me and immediately removed his coat and wrapped it over my shoulders. Then he caged me with his arm around my shoulders, his eyes darting around as if watching for potential danger.
A sleek charcoal gray sports car gunned its engine as it slid up to the curb. The engine quieted. The valet stepped out and dashed around to the passenger’s side, but before he could open the door, Gaius pulled the handle and waited for me to enter.
As I slipped into the rich leather seat, Gaius held his palm out, and the valet dropped his keys into them. Gaius palmed a bill into the valet’s hand.
“Thank you, sir!” the valet gushed.
Gaius quickly closed my door and made his way around to his side of the car, where he hopped in and Gaius inserted the key and turned it, bringing the car to life.
“What kind of car is this?” I asked. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“That’s because it’s custom built,” Gaius answered. “Truly one-of-a-kind.”
I couldn’t help but admire the curve of the bucket seats, the scent of the leather, and the glow of the gadgets on the dash. I wasn’t normally that much into cars, but this one was captivating.
I noticed that every time he accelerated, the car vibrated underneath me. I found this rather arousing, and I was tempted to invite him into my apartment for a replay of what had happened at the club.
I helped him navigate to my apartment, and he pulled into a parking spot just outside. I stared up at my door, reluctant to even exit the vehicle, but Gaius turned off the engine and left the car, opening my door like a gentleman and extending his hand cordially to help me out.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” I told him.
“Thank you for not inviting me in,” he said, kissing my hand. “Neither of us needs that right now.”
I nodded in agreement, but something deep inside me knotted, aching. He released my hand and I stepped up onto the curb, watching silently as he rounded the corner of his car and slid inside. The door slammed, and the engine roared to life. I was frozen as I watched the car back from its spot and drive away.
It wasn’t until his red taillights disappeared in the distance that I finally shook myself from my trance. I fumbled in my purse for my keys and made my way upstairs, unlocking the door and heading inside.
The apartment was dark. I was glad I hadn’t invited him up, because the place was a wreck. As I flipped the light switch on, I winced at the layer of clothing that was scattered about the room, hanging across furniture and even covering the television. God, I felt like a slob.
I couldn’t stand to look at the mess, but I was far too weak to do much about it. I vowed to tidy up in the morning, but decided to at least make the place presentable before bed.
Not wanting to see the wreck in the full brightness of the overhead light, I switched on the lamp beside the couch and flipped off the main switch. There, at least that wasn’t quite so horrifying.
I gathered up most of the clothes and tossed them into the floor of the linen closet to take care of in the morning, and then I collapsed onto the couch.
I was just about to close my eyes when my phone rang. I fished it out of my purse and noticed it was Erica.
“Hello?”
“Did you call out of work tonight?” she demanded.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because I wanted to introduce you to my cousin Pete who was in town tonight and we swung by the restaurant and you weren’t there,” she said. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I… I had
something to take care of.”
“Like what?” she asked. “You never call out of work.”
“Something.”
“Don’t you dare,” she growled. “Don’t you dare try to hide anything from your BFF! Besides, you’re the world’s worst liar and you’re horrible at keeping secrets, so just spill it.”
“Fine,” I groaned. “I went back to Club Red.”
“What?” she gasped. “Without me? What for? Was it that guy?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I read the note you brought from him. He wanted me to meet him there, so I did.”
“Oh, my god! Why didn’t you tell me?” she squealed. “What happened?”
“Utterly mind blowing sex.”
“Jesus,” she muttered. “That good?”
“Yup.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“I don’t know.”
“You had utterly mind blowing sex with the guy and you don’t know? What’s wrong with you?”
“Erica, you know I don’t want to get attached to anyone,” I groaned.
She gasped and asked, “You’re getting attached?”
“No, I didn’t say that. I just…”
“You are!” she interrupted me. “You are getting attached! Tell me you’re not in love.”
“Oh, good lord, Erica,” I mumbled. “Really? I just met him.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re not in love,” she pointed out.
“How could I possibly be in love with someone I hardly know?”
“Happens all the time, honey.”
“Not to me, it doesn’t,” I said. “Look, I’m exhausted, can we talk tomorrow?”
“Fine, but you better tell me everything,” she said. “Details!”
“Goodnight, Erica.”
“Night, girl!”
I hung up the phone and sighed heavily. In love. What was she thinking? Lust, sure. But love? Never again.
CHAPTER SIX
The sound of the doorbell repeatedly dinging jerked me out of my sound slumber, and I rubbed my eyes and threw off the covers, padding sleepily down the hallway and peeking through the peephole.
Ugh.
