by Lucy Lixx
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Chapter Four
I almost cursed again. The chicken was browned perfectly, but now I was aching. If I hadn’t been wearing a bright blue thong with a matching bra, I was sure that my juices would be dripping down my legs, and my thong would only keep my wetness from doing so for so long. I had made sure to remove the wine from the freezer, but placed the glasses in it. My mother said she’d be bringing a date, but I tried not to think of what businessman she may have ended up with this time. It was too much to think about. I never really liked them, and they never really lasted. No matter how much mother said they’d’ last this time.
“This time, next time, that time,” she had said the same thing when I was growing up, but no one ever lasted. I never had a dad, but that was just fine for me. I went back to steaming the vegetables in the wok, looking at the clock. I knew that she’d be here soon. I didn’t want to think about Ivan anymore. I knew I’d be useless company at dinner if I did. I had to somehow escape the way his absence haunted my desires for him. But at this moment I just wanted to run to my bedroom, grab my vibrator, and ease this incessant need.
I had gone to the gym every day since he seemed to have disappeared. Ivan had not shown up, and it had made me feel more frustrated by the day. Just as I thought everything was going as planned, and that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate much longer, the choice was taken from me. I heard the doorbell ring. I yelled for them to come in, and sure enough my mother walked through the door. Her hair was the perfect caramel color, with red highlights. My mother always loved red, and her hair always lay relaxed, unlike my unruly, curly hair. She smiled at me with those bright green eyes of her and she was even tanner than the last I saw her.
“Baby! It smells delicious in here.” She said in that sugary sweet voice of hers.
“Hey mom. Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” I asked, expecting her to say that she got tired of him.
“Oh he’ll be up in a moment. He’s taking a call at the moment. Business.” She said, waiving it off as if there was no real reason he wouldn’t be there.
“Oh, stir fry. You flatter me. You usually make some health-nut choice, but this smells great.” She said, and I tried not to let my mother’s comment sting.
I wasn’t a health-nut. I just liked looking good. My mother did as well, but she was a little more padded than I was. She was curvy, but proportionate. Not like me. I liked my exaggerated figure eight, and I knew that men loved the perfect hourglass as well. Like Ivan. I thought.
“Ivan.” I heard my mother say, as if hearing my thoughts and I couldn’t help but to be startled.
“Ivan?” I mimicked, trying to figure out how my mother had seemed to know the man who was on my mind, and that’s when I saw him walk through the door.
I thought my heart was going to explode and I was going to implode with the sheer need I felt at him. I wanted to be angry, but if he was here to whisk me away, how could I be? I just wanted to be in his arms again or in his bed. I didn’t care which, but that’s when the impossible seemed to happen and things got even weirder. I didn’t know what to think. He looked just as much like charred bronze perfection as he did the first time I saw him, almost two months ago in the gym.
He looked just as muscular as every time we were in the bed together. Or the floor. Or the shower. I thought, trying to cut those thoughts off, but I wasn’t the one in his arms this time. My mother was. It was like my whole world shattered, and I didn’t know what to do about it. The rest of the evening would be torture. I’d sit there and chat with my mother, smiling and trying not to let that smile fall. I knew she didn’t know that I had intimately been with the person that may as well be my new father soon.
Ivan glanced at me in a way that made me flush with heat and have to excuse myself more times than once. My mother was convinced I may have come down sick, to which I replied that I planned to sweat out my frustration later at the gym. Ivan mentioned he’d probably go to the gym tomorrow too. It was an off-hand comment, but it seemed to be directed at me with such an intensity I didn’t know what to do with it. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Five
I had tossed and turned all night sobbing over his betrayal, yet still lusting for him, remembering how he had contorted me and made me scream his name. I remembered how much I ached for him, and waking up was the same. I tried to take a long, cold shower to sober my distorted emotions, before I heading to the gym, but it was useless. I was once again sucked into the memory of how he had taken me; how he had betrayed me.
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His cock thrust in and out of my pussy, making me ache for him. I cried out, pushing back against him as much as I could. He had me tied to the bed. My hands were fastened with zip ties to his headboard again, and the bed creaked under us. I could feel him filling every inch of me as his calloused hands worked over my breasts. He tugged on the chain that connected the nipple clamps together, which he had fastened to me tightly the moment he had my hands tied to the bedpost.
I shivered again as he pushed inside of me, thrusting in and out, before getting on the verge of coming, and Ivan had pulled back. He always knew when to pull back, as if me orgasming was something he gave me, and he wouldn’t give it to me until he felt like it. It was both humiliating and exciting. I could feel myself blush a deep, dark red.
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My subconscious continued to punish me with daydreams, and when I stumbled yet again into reality, all wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to think of the moments I had shared with Ivan. I didn’t want to think of him as he was last night. With my mother. I wanted to think of us. I wanted to think of the way he told me that people were meant to work out. I just wanted everything to go back to normal, but I knew it wouldn’t. When I finally stepped out of the shower, I was able to get dressed, drying and tying my hair back.
I drove to the gym, and I was prepared to stay there all day if I had to. I was going to see Ivan. How could he be with my mother? How come he didn’t call me? Why didn’t he say anything when he got there? Everything was spinning in my head so far, that I couldn’t think of anything else, and anger was rolling up inside of me. When I got to the gym, it seemed almost anticlimactic. He wasn’t there, and so I tried to burn off as much energy as I could just working out. It felt right, but it was also empty.
Every time that I looked around, I was looking for Ivan, but he wasn’t there yet. I put in my headphones, turning on Nightwish until her soprano voice was singing so loudly in my head that I couldn’t think of anything else. When I gave up and stopped thinking about seeing Ivan every moment, that’s when I saw him. I hadn’t seen when he’d gotten there. He was once again, as usual, pumping iron. Like déjà vu all over again, he looked every part of the god that he was the first time I laid eyes on him, and it made me wet for him all over again.
It also sparked the anger that I felt before, and I didn’t hesitate to put everything aside and go over there this time. I stormed over there, and he looked at me as I came over. His eyes were once again all too aware of me, and he just looked at me walking across the gym; my large hips swaying as sweat glistened on that perfect chest of his. I somehow knew that he wouldn’t stop even when I wanted him to. I knew that he would keep going until his rep was done, and that was too much to bear, but I waited there, tapping my foot. I could feel onlookers watching.
Their gaze seemed to burn into us, and they always watched us when we were together. I tried not to think about all the things Ivan had said. Trying to erase all the promises and sweet words he’d ever uttered that had put me under his spell.
When he was done, he motioned for me to follow, and like the love-sick, desperate-for-attention puppy I was, I followed that silent command as if it were spoken into my very head. I knew that Ivan didn’t want to talk here. He wanted to be outside the gym, in the parking lot, away from nosey onlookers whom I was sure could have cut the tension they saw between us with a knife. I expected us to go ou
t front, but he slipped out a door that was marked ‘employees only’. I didn’t question why he felt so confident about using that door, because the foolish naïve little girl inside of me had never ever thought to question any of his prior actions…until today. We were behind the building when the door closed. It was so quiet compared to the gym.
“Yes?” he said, and I lost it. His voice was so arrogant. It seemed too controlled, and nothing inside of me was controlled. He leaned against the brick wall.
“The fuck do you mean ‘yes’?” I shouted at him, and my perfectly manicured hands were pressed into small fists, nails digging into my own palms.
“I mean what is it you so desperately wanted to talk about, Carlie?” He said, and I bit my lip, shaking my head in disgust.
“Why didn’t you call me? Where did you go? Didn’t I matter to you? You’re fucking my mother!” I screamed, and everything was slipping out in a jumbled rush of emotion. “Why are you now suddenly fucking my mom?” I shouted, and Ivan did the very thing I didn’t expect. He laughed. I watched his dark, glinting muscles ripple in his chest as he chuckled. I went to slap him, but Ivan’s reflexes were too quick. Before I knew it I was the one with my back pressed against the wall, and he was pressing into me.
“You don’t want those answers.” He whispered softly into my ear, and his hand was enclosed gently around my wrist, restraining me, but not hurting me. I was under his control and we both knew it, but I knew he was waiting for it. An invitation inside of me, and I hated that I ached to give it to him. I was still so angry.
“What the hell do you expect from me?” I shouted, but there was no need to shout. His body was pressed against mine now, and he had my hand pressed firmly to the brick behind us. His hips were pressed against mine.
“Do you want to fuck me again? Do you want me to call you Daddy? Is that you sick, twisted fantasy to have us both?” I practically spat with disgust, shouting it at him, and to my surprise I could feel him grow hard at the word.
“I like control, Carlie, and you like giving it.” He whispered seductively in my ear.
“Oh that is it, isn’t it?” I said in shock, but I was already grinding my hips into his, feeling his hard, long cock against me, reminding me of all the pleasures that it could bring me.
“What?” He said, waiting.
“It’s one thing if you want me to call you Daddy, but another if you are trying to be my Daddy” I spewed with venom, and he said nothing. Ivan just pressed into me, and I could feel my nipples hardening under my sports bra. I was all too aware of how turned on he was getting with the way his chest rose and fell. Despite my rage, I could feel my own thighs slick with juices, and something changed. I was angry, but more than anything I wanted to feel him inside of me again. Right now. I didn’t care why. I didn’t care why he was so turned on even. All I cared about was that he was, and I wanted him as much as I had the first day I saw him. If not more.
Chapter Six
“Fuck me, Daddy.” I said, and it was like releasing a tidal wave.
We were a blur of emotion and raw need. My shirt littered the ground along with my sports bra, and then it was my bare chest against his muscular one. His hand released my wrist long before then to make sure that I was bare to him. his strong hands went down to work my pants off, pulling them down around my ankles, stopped from going further by my running shoes, and his hard cock was straining at his gym shorts, and I knew that it wouldn’t contain him for long. His mouth was wrapped around my nipple as he pushed my delicate, olive colored skin into the hard, red brick. My mind wasn’t on my discomfort for long as his mouth worked the wonders I knew it was capable of.
“Say it again.” He hissed at me with my nipple between his teeth, and he sucked on it, pulling it lightly before moving to the other.
“I said fuck me, Daddy.” I nearly growled this time, feeling him twitch as much as I felt him moan around my nipple. His hands went to my breasts, massaging them as he kissed my neck. His teeth sunk in, in a gentle bite, mixing pain and pleasure as I arched from the brick wall.
“That’s right, little one.” He said, and then his hand worked on releasing his cock from his now straining gym shorts. The long, thick, rod-iron member that I had come to love was now out, and he had my leg up and wrapped around his hip as his cock was pushed at my entrance.
“Ready baby?” He teased me, but there was no ready about it.
He lifted my leg up, putting my heel on his shoulder, forcing me into a split as he forced his cock deep inside of me, making me moan louder as I shivered, shaking my head at the pleasure he caused when he entered me so sharply. I was sure that I would have screamed as pleasure consumed me, and we were once in a new position I never imagined my body possible of contorting into without him, but his lips were on mine, swallowing every cry of pleasure in that gut wrenching kiss. My leg was starting to ache, and my hands went to Ivan’s shoulders, but his strong hands took mine, forcing them up and over my head as well.
“Daddy…” I cried out, feeling him throb deep inside of me with the word, as he had me under his control, and it was exhilarating to know that he was in control.
To know that he would give me every orgasm that I wanted, and with that thought an orgasm crashed through me. I shivered, and my pussy clenched around his cock as my toes curled, one on tip toe, the other over his shoulder and one foot arched delicately over his back as my hands tightened into fists. There was no use straining, but I couldn’t help it as I arched into him, pressing my nipples harder into his chest.
I was sure that it was only the way he was holding me that kept me from falling down in exhaustion right then and there, but Daddy continued to fuck in and out of me. He kept pushing himself all the way out and back in, almost teasingly as I rode out my orgasm, and that’s when Daddy started to fuck me harder. He started to thrust shallower but faster, bringing me to the edge of orgasm again.
“Say it again.” he said, and I moaned, calling out Daddy again as he came deep inside of me, and he bit into my neck.
Once again, pain and pleasure mixed together in an almost intoxicating way that only he seemed to be able to bring me, as he helped me recover myself, as I stood on shaky legs, workout pants around my ankle with his come leaking from me. He stared into my eyes, and I stared into his. I was still angry, but his gaze was lustful, still hungry. I knew that I could get answers from him tonight, but I also knew that it’d have to wait.
“Be at my place at six.” He said, and I nodded as he handed me my things.
He watched as I got dressed, and all he had to do was pull up his pants. Ivan seemed to take a pleasure in that, and I just rolled my eyes. I went to the showers. I knew that I’d need one, and there was no way I was driving home with Ivan’s cum dripping out of me. Daddy’s cum. I mused, and for some reason that sent another shiver of pleasure down my spine.
Chapter Seven
I thought that he’d give me answers. Oh how wrong I had been. I had expected him to tell me that he was going to call it off with my mother, but here I was sipping a glass of chilled red wine in his apartment all over again. He asked me if I was planning to stop using the gym during my internship this summer, but I shook my head. He just grinned at that.
“Good.” He said, nodding to himself. “Then I can keep seeing you there as well. I quite like taking you out back.” He teased me, and I tried to control my desire for him, but it was hard to tap down after he had it rising up in me again.
“Are you going to stop seeing my mother?” I quipped back, but he just laughed.
“She’s more my age, and you aren’t willing to date. You’ve said it before, didn’t you?” He said, looking in my eyes as if daring me to change my opinion. He was right. I had told him I wasn’t going to date.
“No, no, of course not, Daddy.” I said with that sweet, sugary voice he liked, but this time with a tinge of sarcasm. I looked down to see his cock start to harden as I called him Daddy. It gave me some sort o
f perverse pleasure to call him that, and it gave me even more pleasure to see him react the way he did. Silence fell between us, and I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment.
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“Do you want to date?” He asked, and I had shaken my head.
“I’m not looking for something that complicated.” I said, going back to kissing his shoulders and down his chest.
My manicured nails dug into his back, and he hissed in pleasure as I ground against him. It would only be a matter of time before he laid back, letting me take his cock into me at my own pace. He had long since opened me up to the joys of anal, and I couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock opening up my forbidden hole, making me ache for him. I planned to give him quite the show today, and as if reading my thoughts, he untangled me from him enough to lay down. I was naked, straddling his waist as I reached for the bag I had put on the bed beside us. He looked at me with an amused expression.
“Don’t most girls want complicated?” He teased back, but I just shrugged as I started to lube up his cock.
