The thoughts were racing through his mind on the way to the Red Room. The only simple solution was to not let her get close. He could not and would not allow it.
He opened the door, and every amount of willpower he mustered up vanished when he saw her lying in the chair, her feet pulled up underneath her just like she used to do on the front porch back in Oakdale and a book lying in her lap.
Slowly, he approached her. Entranced by how beautiful she looked while she slept. Her eyes closed, her mouth just slightly open with little whispers of breaths coming through them.
She looked so peaceful. So pretty. She was almost angelic in the way the soft light of the lamp was reflecting off the side of her face.
As he got closer, he took a look at the book she had been reading. Tristian and Isolde. His heart about melted when he saw the title. He wondered if she remembered him reading it to her one summer night years earlier as they had looked up at the stars.
Gently, he removed her hand that was holding the book on her lap and placed the book on the table next to her. It was then, as he looked back at her, he noticed the shoulder strap of the satin negligee she was wearing had slid off, causing her right nipple to be exposed.
He had already been semihard at the mere sight of her, but this did nothing to rein in his lust for her. The rosy areola and hardened nub made him want to latch his mouth onto it and suck until she moaned in pleasure.
It struck him curiously that her nipples were pointed in apparent arousal. He knew her body and was very aware that only when she was turned on did she have such reactions. A quick scan of her face showed her eyes moving rapidly under their lids. She was in the midst of a dream. He wondered what and who she was fantasizing about when her subconscious took over.
“Derek.”
The tiny whisper escaped through her lips, unbeknownst to the sleeping beauty who said them.
A billion curse words raced through his mind. How could he be so glad to hear something and so pissed about it at the same time?
She was trying to get to him. She would be the perfect submissive and do whatever he asked until he gave in to her. Then that was when she’d hurt him again.
No. No way in hell would he allow that to happen!
He would teach her and train her to be a good submissive. She would learn to become obedient. They would have sex, play, and do whatever else he wanted. Falling in love would not be part of the deal.
Needing to be away from her, he convinced himself there was no point in waking her when she was sleeping so soundly. He’ll just apologize to her tomorrow. Not that he had to. It was a small infraction compared to the hurtful things she had done. Nevertheless though, he was, if nothing else, a gentleman. So he would apologize tomorrow, but he was going to start being smart about his interactions with her. There would be no intimacy. Only learning between the teacher and the student.
As he was about to leave, he heard her whisper once again.
“I love you.”
He turned back to see her eyes open. They were sleepy and still so gorgeous.
“Sandi, do not do this.”
“I do. I made the biggest mistake of my life when I let you go.”
“Good night, Sandi.”
“Please don’t go.”
Her words were like a drug to him. How many nights had he lied in bed awake, desperate to hear her say those very words?
“I came by to see if you were all right since I didn’t come earlier. Nothing more.”
“Please stay with me.”
There was a soft shadow hitting her breast which made it look all the more tempting.
“No. Good night!” He snapped the words out at her. He knew it was harsh, but it was taking everything in him to not do exactly as she wanted.
“Derek, please. I waited. I didn’t leave. I miss you so much.”
That was it. She’d hit a nerve, and now he was angry. Slamming the door, he came toward her.
“You’ve waited? You didn’t leave? You miss me so much? Talk about sick and twisted perspectives, that one must take the cake. How many fucking nights do you think I waited for you, huh? How many nights did I stay home at night waiting for you to come to your damn senses and return to me and our home? How much do you think I missed you?”
The room was suddenly silent, but the pain in his words left a heartache lingering in the air between them.
He watched her, waited for her to start crying. Only the tears didn’t come this time. She just sat there looking back at him.
“Well? Don’t you have anything to say?”
“What can I say, Derek? You’re right.”
He shook his head at her. “No. Uh-uh. Don’t even try that reverse psychology bullshit with me, Sandi. If I was right, you never would’ve left.”
She got up from the chair, and the strap that had fallen off of her shoulder dropped even lower down her arm, revealing all of her succulent breast.
“You were right. I was just too foolish to see it then.”
“God damn you!” He quickly turned away from her, not wanting her to see the pain in his eyes.
He stood facing the door, replaying her words in his head. Wishing she had said them then and even felt them then. He was startled out of his thoughts by the feel of her hand touching his shoulder.
“Sandi, please don’t,” he said with his back to her.
He didn’t hear her say anything, but he felt her soft mouth kiss in between his shoulder blades. Despite the fabric of his T-shirt, he could sense the heat and feel the wetness.
“Make love to me, Derek. Please?”
That was it! She had just snapped what little restraint he had left. Quickly, he spun around and grabbed onto her. He crushed his mouth against hers. His hands were clutching onto her ass as he lifted her up and brought her pussy against his hardened cock.
Instantly, their bodies began rocking against one another. They were both ravenous for one another. The sound of ragged breathing and moans filled the once quiet room.
Derek carried her over to the bed and fell on top of it with her. He was worried he’d hurt her at first and tried to pull off of her, but she was more focused with trying to undo the snap to his jeans.
He saw a lusty fire in her eyes he had never seen before. It made him all the more hungry for her. Pulling away from her, he stood up and frantically undressed as she was doing the same.
He was ready to spread her legs and dive into her as deep and as far as he could with no intention of every leaving, but he stood frozen as he looked down at her.
“Derek? Oh, God, please don’t stop now.”
He still couldn’t move. Above her right hip, he saw a scar. It almost looked to be like a cut that hadn’t healed well. It was at least two inches long, and the scar tissue around it gave the appearance that it was a deep cut at one time.
“What happened?” he asked her while leaning over to touch it.
“Nothing. It’s nothing. Kiss me again. I’ve missed it so much.”
Derek had seen enough bad things happen in the underground BDSM clubs to know the evidence of a bad experience with knife play.
“Who hurt you?”
“Please, honey, it doesn’t matter.”
Rubbing his thumb over it, he could feel how big the scar actually was. A gut-wrenching pain filled him. Someone had hurt her. Someone had used her desire to submit against her and cut her beautiful flesh.
“How long ago?” Bending over, he kissed where the knife had left its mark.
“About a year ago.”
Hearing her answer brought him back to reality. A year ago, while he was aching for her, she was God knows where, with God knows who, and she was allowing them to touch her body. The thought made him sick.
“We can’t do this.” He reached for his clothes and attempted to hurriedly dress.
Her quick reactions faltered his attempts though.
“No. Please. I’m begging you.” She kissed the side of his neck. “I need you so bad.”
Trailing another kiss along his ear, she continued, “It’s only you that I want.”
He hated how good her mouth felt against his skin. Dropping his clothes, he grabbed onto her and fell to the bed with her.
Reaching his hand down in between her thighs, he could feel the heat resonating from her. He took a finger and slid it in between her slick folds, feeling the proof of her need for him drip onto his hand.
Her hips rocked against his hand. She was so ready for him. In all their times together, she had always been responsive, but he couldn’t remember seeing her body quite this needy before.
He worked first one then two fingers inside of her. Loving the sensation of her hot juices coating his hand, he dropped his mouth down to her neck and licked from earlobe to earlobe and then back again.
With his fingers still working her pussy and her body still moving against his ministrations, he slid down and latched onto one of her beautifully swollen nipples.
He could feel pre-cum leak from his dick when he heard her moan in pleasure. Had she ever been this hot and wet before? His memory was getting clouded by the images, sounds, and smells of what he was experiencing right then.
“I need you inside of me.”
Her plea was so seductive. The way her voice was soft, yet urgent made her sound like a siren luring a man to his death.
With his mouth alternating from breast to breast, he began to begrudgingly pull away from them. Getting up to adjust his position, he pulled his hand away from her as well. Looking down at her, he prayed that he wasn’t making a mistake. He couldn’t control himself though, he had to have her.
“Open yourself to me, baby.”
He waited while she spread her thighs and laid her arms behind her head. The motion brought her already perfect breasts to an even perkier stance.
Kneeling in between her legs, he positioned himself at her entrance and prayed one more time he wasn’t setting himself up for her to hurt him all over again. Deciding he just didn’t give a damn, he slid inside of her.
Oh Jesus! He thought to himself as her tight walls enveloped him, her wet heat coating him. This was better than it had ever been.
Chapter 12
The stretch Sandi felt when Derek entered her should have given her discomfort, but instead it felt like the most wonderful feeling she’d ever experienced. Never before had he taken her so suddenly. He had always been gentle and eased inside slowly. This time though, the force was incredible.
She began kissing his neck, his shoulder, anywhere she could reach with her mouth as she held onto him, and he thrust inside of her. Their lovemaking had never been like this. Never had it been so frantic and heated.
She loved it like this.
Their lovemaking had always felt good to her. She had always enjoyed it, but this, this was nothing like she’d ever experienced with anyone. His fast thrusts and ragged breathing were driving her even more wild than she already was.
She screamed suddenly. Not in pain, but in pleasure. He’d hit somewhere deep inside of her. Somewhere that felt so good. For that brief moment he’d found it, she’d almost thought she was going to have an orgasm, and then it quickly subsided.
“You like that?” he whispered in her ear.
Her eyes flashed open to see him staring down into hers. She hadn’t even realized her eyes were closed. She was so lost in the feeling of him being inside her, they just shut of their own accord.
She bit down on her lower lip and answered him with a nod. When she did, he thrust into her deep and hard.
An unconscious moan of pleasure came from her again. That was it. That was the spot he’d just hit moments before. It felt even better the second time.
Derek was watching her intently. She wished she knew what he was thinking. All she could think was how incredible it was to be filled with him once again. She’d missed him so much.
Again.
She let out a howl when he penetrated that deepest part of her. Every time he did it, she was sure she would lose control and orgasm. She watched him though, and he was being careful not to give her too much. The teasing look in his eye gave him away.
“Derek—” She whimpered his name as he tormented her with the sweetest pleasure once again.
He brought his mouth down to her neck and gently kissed from her ear to her collarbone. Every part of her body was tingling. The sensitized tips of her hardened nipples brushed along his chest and shot even more desire rocketing through her body.
She was lost in what he was doing to her. Nothing about the way he was thrusting in and out of her was gentle. He was behaving like an animal. An animal that was hungry. The only contradiction to the fierceness of his actions was the sweet way in how his mouth was touching her heated skin.
Again. She screamed louder that time. So loud in fact she was certain she must have woken up everyone within a hundred mile radius.
It didn’t matter how much she screamed or how much she writhed underneath him. He was relentless in his teasing of her. She could see it in his eyes every time they flashed to hers. He showed no remorse for bringing her near orgasm and then pulling her back over and over again.
She could feel the heat between the two of them filling the room, and a small bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. Memories flashed in her mind of all the times she would watch in fascination as he worked on his car, the yard, and any number of things, always with beads of sweat appearing from his dark hair to coat his forehead.
He brought her back to the present once again. Only this time he didn’t stop. Over and over, he drove into her deeper and deeper each time, taking her further and higher than she had ever thought possible.
Making love with Derek had never been like this before. She wanted more. She wanted it faster, harder, and deeper. The more he gave, the more she wanted.
She was on the brink. Her body had never felt so inflamed. Never had she felt this level of…what? There were no words to describe how he was making her body feel.
Again and again, he plunged inside of her, deeper and harder each time. She could feel something crawling inside her soul. Tiny little fireworks of needles were shooting off explosions of celebration throughout every part of her being.
“Derek! Oh God!” She screamed his name when the onslaught of her orgasm attacked her.
Underneath her shouts of release, she heard Derek whisper something. Her eyes opened to see his shut. His face was tense and then she felt it.
“Derek, oh I love you so much.” She couldn’t help the words from spilling from between her lips. They were true. When she felt him come inside of her and fill her with his essence, she had to tell him.
His eyes flashed open to hers. He didn’t look happy, either. There was anger there.
“Derek?”
Abruptly, he got off of her. Her body felt so cold when she felt him slide out from inside of her. She sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
“Derek, please say something.”
Nothing. He wouldn’t speak. He wouldn’t look at her. She sat there, cold and shaking while trying desperately not to cry as he hurriedly dressed.
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what she was apologizing for, but he seemed so angry. She would have said anything to take that anger away from him.
With a snap of his head, he turned to her. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes—I, I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry.”
He glared at her. “You don’t know what you did?” A sarcastic chuckle filled the room. “That is so typical of you. You’re sorry. You don’t know what you did.”
“Derek, please. What did I do?”
“I’ve heard this song and dance before, honey. Don’t think you can fool me again.”
“What?” She was hurting so bad now, so confused and wanted so desperately to touch him.
“Oh, what, did you think I was the same man I was two years ago? Try again, babe.”
“No. No, Derek, I didn’t say
that. I just—
He held up his hand to silence her. “Enough. I don’t want to hear anything more. You’re a game player. I should’ve known better than to get back into bed with the likes of you.”
There it was. The final stab of the knife in her heart. The tears flowed freely now as she began to sob.
“No. Baby, please don’t say that. I love you. I love you so much. I’m so sorry for—”
“Love!” he shouted at her. “Don’t you tell me anything about love, Sandi.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up to face him.
Kneeling on the bed, her face was now inches from his. “Derek, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to hear you’re sorry. I don’t want to hear you love me.” He tightened his hold on her. “Can’t you understand that?”
“It’s true though. I swear to you.”
“You swear? You swear!” Shaking his head, he released his grip and quickly stalked toward the door.
“Derek!” Her plea for him was barely audible as her cries echoed in the room.
He swung back around and came toward her with so much vengeance in his eyes, she sat back on the bed. She’d never seen him so angry before. Never felt in fear of his mood before.
Sticking a finger in her face, he shouted, “Don’t you ever tell me you love me again! Do you understand me?”
“I–I do love you though.”
“What the fuck did I just say, God damn it? You don’t know what love is. Love should’ve made your ass stay with me. Love should’ve stopped you from fucking another man. Love should’ve made you become my wife.”
“Oh, my God. Derek, please, honey, I was so wrong to do all of those things.” She reached out for him, and he quickly pulled away.
“You’re damn right you were.”
He turned back toward the door.
“Please don’t go. We just made love,” she begged him.
When he was in the hallway, he turned back to her once more. Even through her tears, she could see the hatred for her in his eyes.
“No. You get one thing straight. You and I, we just fucked. Nothing more. Got it?”
She shook her head. “No. No, you don’t mean that.”
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