“Uh-uh,” he said while coming toward her. “You turn around and fucking face me!”
He grabbed her arm and swung her around. He was rougher than he had meant to be, and the sudden jolt showed the fear on her face.
There they were again. Those big eyes. They were flooded with tears, following the trail of mascara streaking her face. They were red and swollen and had the look of such pain.
“No! No damn it. Don’t you do that! Don’t you dare act hurt! You don’t know what hurt is! You have no fucking idea what it is to hurt!” He was now screaming at her.
“Please, Derek, don’t do this.” She pleaded with him while trying to break free from his grasp.
“Don’t do this? You have a lot of nerve. I believe those are the exact words I said to you when I first found out about that fucker who ruined our relationship.”
She shook her head at his remark. It didn’t help his anger. Who was she to shake her head at him? After all, she had done to destroy him. This was all her fault.
“Don’t you shake your head at me, Sandi. This is bullshit. You have no right to be upset. To cry.”
If he hadn’t seen the flare in her eyes right before her right hand broke free, he might have missed her intention. He grabbed her wrist as she raised her arm, stopping her from slapping him across the face.
“Don’t even think about it, darlin’. You know damn well I don’t condone violence of any kind.”
They stood there staring into each other’s eyes for several moments. Both of them filled with an anger and rage of their own reasons. Derek refused to release her wrist. He knew his grasp was too tight. He could feel her pulse pounding under his fingers. He couldn’t let go of her though, and he was touching her once again. The way his cock stirred in his pants told him just how much his body missed the feel of her.
He ground his teeth together and closed his eyes on the memory of feeling her tightness surrounding him last night.
Again. God, how he wanted to feel that again.
Angry with himself for giving into the hypnotizing effect she had on him whenever she was near, he pushed her away. Even from that very first night he’d sat on the tailgate of his pickup truck, fighting the urge all night long to kiss her, he knew she would prove to be irresistible. Being this close to her proved just how true that was.
“Derek?” she asked through tears.
He didn’t want to open his eyes and see her. There was no way he would be able to hold back from touching her if he looked into her eyes for one more second.
With a jolt, he quickly opened his eyes at the feel of her hand on his shoulder. The way she was looking at him made his breathing stop. She looked so sweet, despite the tears streaking her cheeks. He could see the innocence that once was there before everything had been ruined.
“Sandi, please don’t touch me.” His voice was soft, quiet, and tortured.
Shaking her head, she reached her hand up to touch his face. “I’m sorry, Derek.”
Her touch. Damn, her touch felt so good.
“Sandi I need you to—” He stopped in midsentence. He needed her to stop, but he didn’t want her to.
“Fuck.” He muttered the word before he took her face in his hands, pulling her to him, crushing her lips against his.
She whimpered for just a moment before she opened her mouth to him. He swept his tongue inside and slid it all around. All these years remembering the taste of her kiss didn’t do the reality of it justice.
He slid his hands down from her face, trailing to finally grasp her bottom. Yanking her body against his, he ground his hips against hers. He was already so hard, and just the feel of the rubbing up to her, even through the clothes, was driving him even more crazy.
Pulling away from the kiss, he fisted her hair in his hand and tugged it back, forcing her head backward. Her neckline looked so invited. The ragged breathing in the room was doing nothing for his control.
He leaned down and lavished tiny kisses on her neck. Soft, teasing kisses. Ones that he knew would make her crazy. She had always loved to have her neck and shoulders kissed. It made her so wet and eager to make love.
Not wanting to wonder if the same were still true, he reached under her skirt and yanked her panties aside.
“Sweet Jesus!” His words came out in a growl of frustration.
She was so wet. Her juices were so hot, he was surprised his fingers weren’t burning. No way was he going to be able to stop. He had to be inside of her.
Releasing her hair and removing his fingers, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He didn’t stop to look into her eyes or be romantic like he’d always tried so many times in the past. His need for her was much more than that now. This was something beyond his control.
Looming over her, he quickly unsnapped his pants, allowing his engorged flesh to spill out from its constraints. While sliding his jeans down his thighs he instructed her, “Take off your panties.”
He watched as she stared at him, wide eyed, yet obeying him. If he wasn’t so damn angry with her, he might have actually snickered at her willingness to give into him so easily. She was so willing, he wondered just how cooperative she would be and what she would do.
With his pants now down around his ankles, he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of each of the legs. Reaching his arms across his stomach, he pulled his shirt over his head.
Her panties joined his clothes in a pile. Despite the intense stare she was giving him, he could still see the lust in her eyes. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Actually, he would almost bet from the moisture he saw peeking from beneath her hiked up skirt that she might want it even more than he did.
Maybe it was jealousy over how she’d hurt him. Perhaps even revenge over the fact that she’d been the only woman he’d ever let in, to only be thrown away. Whatever the cause for his wicked idea, he couldn’t help but want to push this once-sweet girl to see just what she was willing to do to get him to fuck her.
He wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly stroked it, careful to not entice the built-up pressure too much. Just looking at her, he was already ready to come. No way was he going to let her have the satisfaction of knowing he was dying for her.
“Sit up, Sandi,” he told her. “Undress yourself.”
Somehow, her eyes grew even larger. How could his sweet little Sandi, now the sexy seductress in front of him, suddenly become so shy? Wasn’t she the one who came to a BDSM pleasure palace to learn how to become a true submissive?
No. No way was he going to buy that she was actually some bashful little girl shocked by what he had said. She wanted to learn what it was truly like to become dominated. Well, teach her he would.
“Did you not hear me? I said sit up, and take off your clothes.”
A moment passed with still no movement from her. She just lay there, still, staring at him.
“Do we have a problem?”
His authoritative tone must have gotten his point across because she slowly started to move. He watched her curiously. It still seemed as though it must have been a bad dream. For days, weeks, and months after she left, he would ache for her. Need to have her. All of that seemed to be a distant memory as she knelt here before him now.
As he watched her slide her spaghetti straps down her arms, he had to stop massaging himself at the sight of her hardened nipples as the top slid down to her stomach.
Jesus! She had always been like a goddess in his memories. Staring at those rosy buds with the center nubs darting out at him, begging him to suck on them, he realized those memories didn’t do her justice.
Needing to break the silence and not his restraint, he spoke to her. “Take it all off. I want you completely naked.”
He was surprised when she didn’t hesitate this time. She pulled the tank top over her head and slid the short, flowing skirt down her thighs, moving her knees out of them and throwing her clothes onto the floor to join the pile they had already started.
How on earth h
is dick had become harder, he wasn’t sure, but he was fairly sure he was close to exploding if he didn’t have her soon. He couldn’t though. Not yet. He had to show her. Prove to her who was in control.
Steadying his breath, he spoke to her in a deep and gravelly tone. “Now crawl over here and suck on me.”
No way would she do it. Not his Sandi. He was sure she would leap from the bed crying of humiliation and run to the—oh shit. She was on all fours crawling toward him. Images of orgies painted by Michelangelo danced through his head. Erotic and sinful images that, as a boy, he used to stare at in the public library when he first learned what it was like to get aroused. And here, right now, his Sandi looked more amazing than those images ever were.
His eyes closed, and his head dropped back as he absorbed the first warm swipe of her tongue. The heat that that touch brought almost set him afire. Attempting to calm his breathing, he still hadn’t been prepared for what he felt when her soft, luscious lips wrapped around him and slid from the tip down to the base.
Holy shit! He was going to come. Already. He was within seconds of shooting his seed down her throat, something he had never done to her.
He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to bury his cock in her tight heat. He needed that.
Hell, if he had a choice though, he couldn’t pull her sweet mouth off of his cock if the Apocalypse was upon them.
“That’s it, baby. Yes.” He wrapped his hands at the base of her skull and began guiding her, while thrusting into her long slides up and down on him. Was he doing this? She wasn’t just giving him head. He was fucking her mouth.
Damn, it was so good.
Every lick, suck, and motion brought him closer to the point of no return. He wanted to warn her. There was a time when he’d loved her more than anything in this world. He should warn her.
No. Angrily, he shook his head at even having the thought. No way was he going to warn her of such a minor event when she was here to learn. When she was clearly so eager for it, and especially not since she never warned him before she ripped his heart out.
In that moment, a rage consumed him. She had destroyed him. He wouldn’t punish her, but he would teach her to be his submissive. She would learn that he was the one in control. Not her. Never again would she control any aspect of their relationship.
Thrusting faster, deeper, and harder, he was now hitting the back of her throat. The sensation of how amazing it felt rocked him to the core.
She wasn’t stopping, either. She was relaxing her throat muscles and just letting him use her.
Damn her! Damn her for making it feel so good. He couldn’t take it anymore. With a guttural howl that echoed in the room, he came into her mouth, thrusting with every spurt and holding her head to him, not wanting to give her the chance to pull away, yet realizing she wasn’t even trying. He could hear her swallowing.
Oh, my God. She was taking all that he had to give her. She was taking it, and judging by the way her hips were rocking, she was loving every second, every moment, and every drop of his cum.
Chapter 7
There was a silence in the air. An almost deafening silence as she released him from her mouth and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open. She wondered if he’d ever looked so complete after they had made love before. It donned on her that she didn’t recall ever seeing his face after they had been together.
Why was that? she wondered to herself. It surprised her that she didn’t know the answer to that question.
Seconds had only passed since she had swallowed every drop of his release, yet the moment of wanton passion was passing. She was now hyperaware that she was on all fours, naked, and inches from Derek’s now semihard cock.
A panic set in. What would he say to her? She had never done that before. A few times she had given him oral sex, but it was only for a minute or two before they made love. When she had, it certainly was never like that. The way he grabbed onto her head and pushed himself further into her throat was the opposite of how he had treated her in the past. While she could remember his hands in her hair, they were always gentle, massaging in how they coaxed her to take him. This time was much different. He was greedy and urgent.
It excited her so much to have him control her movements and motions like that. Despite it being just moments earlier, she found herself becoming hungry for more.
This was the Derek she had craved and needed for so long during those awkward months with Tony. It wasn’t Tony that she wanted. She still wanted Derek.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw his eyes open and meet hers. Any quietness that was in the room moments ago was now covered by the sound of her pounding heart.
What could she do? What could she say? What would he do or say? The questions were rolling through her mind faster than she could attempt to answer them when he reached his hand down and cupped her chin.
“Very nice. You did a very good job, Sandi.”
His words were complimentary, but his voice had a cool and unemotional tone to it. For a minute, she wanted to believe that he had enjoyed it so much because it was her that had done it to him. Listening to him now, it sounded as though anyone could have done the deed and gotten the same results. That thought hurt her and brought a stinging liquid to her eyes.
Do not cry! she told herself. The self-given advice seemed foolish though since just fifteen minutes ago she was sniveling like a child.
And that was what really upset her even more. He always got to her. From that first night he stopped her outside of the Roadhouse, he had a way of getting to every one of her emotions. Whether it was anger, sadness, happiness, or love, he always knew the key to unlock every emotion that she was capable of feeling.
Brushing his fingers along her cheek, he added, “Yes, you did very good. You, I’m sure, will be a very good submissive.”
She heard the words, but didn’t want to believe them. Was he really just reducing what they had just done to an act of submission? They loved each other. They were going to get married. How could he?
That was how, she reminded herself. They were going to be married. They once were in love. That was until she had screwed it up and cheated on him.
She was nothing more than a submissive to him now. Of course, he was treating her like she was nothing. She lost any right to feel special to him the moment she walked out on him.
Swallowing her pride and the lump forming in her throat, she responded. “Thank you.”
He raised his eyebrows and stared at her disapprovingly. “Thank you?”
Instantly she knew her mistake. “Thank you, Sir.”
He seemed happy with her quick recovery. Removing his hand from her face, he stepped away and picked up his clothes from the floor.
Feeling awkward about the vulnerable position she was in, she began to move in an attempt to cover herself.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he scolded her.
His back was still toward her as he stepped into his jeans. She stayed there in the same position and waited for him to say something more. Instead, he just turned around and walked toward the door.
That was it? Was he just going to leave her like that? He had never left her wanting for more in the past. He had always been so attentive, so concerned with her pleasure. Now he was just walking out of the room like she was some random pickup.
The tears stung her eyes too severely this time and fell freely. He stopped in his tracks and turned back toward her.
“No. There will be no tears. You did good. You have absolutely no reason to be upset. Get yourself cleaned up and rest. I’ll meet you in the Red Room at seven o’clock.” With those final instructions, he then shut the door.
“Oh God,” she whispered to herself.
Tears streamed down her cheek. Her arms which were once holding her up now were shaking violently. How could she mean so little to him?
She gave into the grief and allowed herself to fall onto the bed. Crying at will and clutching onto the bedspread, she b
egan to silently wish she had never come here. Missing him was hard enough without— Her head turned toward the door at the sound of it opening.
“Derek?” Instinctively she asked for the man that she wanted and needed so desperately.
It wasn’t him.
Hurriedly, she grabbed at the covers and pulled them up and over her as best she could.
“Zach? What are you doing in here?”
“Oh Jesus, Sandi.” He reached for a robe on the back of her bathroom door and handed it to her. Turning around, he continued, “Are you okay?”
Fighting her tears and putting on the robe, she answered, “Am I okay?”
Reaching her arm out to him, she swung him around and slapped him across the face. He looked at her in shock while rubbing his jaw.
“What the hell?”
“You deserved that. You deserved that and much more! Why did you do this? Why did you bring me here?”
“Ahh. I see you have the same questions my old friend, Derek, does.”
She was surprised by his comment. “Derek asked you that? He didn’t know I would be here?”
The knowledge that he came here to screw another woman, actually probably several other women, tore right through her. Why should it though? She was the one who had cheated on him. Did she really expect him to sit around and be celibate his whole life? The sad truth was she realized that subconsciously she had expected that.
“Of course he didn’t. Do you honestly think he would have come if he knew you were here?”
Somehow his words didn’t shock her. They hurt, but they were no big surprise.
“No, of course he wouldn’t have.”
Zach sighed. “Look, Sandi. I’m not trying to hurt you. I think you are a remarkable woman, and if you were my type, I would be doing everything in my power to seduce you.”
She wasn’t sure why, but his “not his type” comment caught her off guard. She wasn’t insulted, but she did feel something hidden in his statement.
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