by Sam Crescent
“No. Tina knows her place. She’s no better than any of the other women.”
“She’s got a thing for you.”
“Tina’s got a thing for money and power, not for me. She wants to be the one to tame me. It’s not going to happen.”
Anna chuckled. “Can you really be tamed?”
“Some women like to think they can.”
They drove toward his apartment, and Anna rested her head against the chair. “Richard’s very blunt. I thought you were bad and crude. You’ve got nothing on him.”
He laughed. “Richard likes to shock in the boardroom. It puts his men in a difficult position. Some don’t take him seriously, and then when he barks out orders, they’ve got no choice but to jump. He’s a mean asshole.”
“I can see that. I adore him. He’s so damned nice.”
“He likes you.”
“Richard’s looking for the right woman to marry. I think he’s sweet, and when he finds that special woman, she’s not going to get away from him. He’s not going to let her get away.”
“You sound dreamy.”
“Sorry, it’s just one of those things that I do. I’m always trying to see something that’s probably not there. No, I know it’s not there.”
“You don’t think a happy ever after exists?”
“I’ve seen more proof it doesn’t exist than I’ve seen that it does.” She shrugged. “I’m not going to cry about it. I may want to cry about it, but I can’t. It’s the way of the world.” Anna thought about Karen. It was getting a little easier every time to think of her friend, and not want to burst into tears.
Karen would have had a field day with Russ.
“I want to tell you that I’ve got proof it exists.”
“How?”
“I’m a success. I started out in foster care, just like you. I’m no different than you, and I just wouldn’t be beaten.”
Anna frowned. “That’s not exactly a happy ever after though, Russ. That’s just a success in business. Where’s your family? The woman you love? I’ve just been insulted because a club whore believes she has a right to you.”
“Tina shouldn’t have said that crap. She’s not mine, and she’s never going to be mine.” He grabbed her hand once again, locking their fingers together.
“You keep doing that,” she said.
“What?”
“Holding my hand.”
“I like it.”
“Does it matter if I like it or not?”
“Do you hate it?”
“No.”
“Then what’s the problem, Anna?”
“There’s no problem.”
And just like that, she didn’t have a clue what to say. Anna was starting to see that Russ had a way that made him have the last word.
****
Entering their apartment, Russ refused to let go of her hand.
“What are you doing?”
He’d been counting them all day, and he was going to add a couple for good measure. Part of him just knew she had put herself down in front of Richard.
“I promised you that when we got back to this apartment, I was going to make sure that you were punished for putting this beautiful body down. It’s not going to happen, not on my watch.”
Russ took a seat on the sofa, and pulled her down. He was careful not to hurt her arm in the cast, which made it a lot easier for him. Flipping her over his knee, he raised the silk red dress up over her ass, exposing the modest pair of black panties she wore. Russ couldn’t resist a touch, so he caressed her rounded rump.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. I thought you were joking,” she said, screaming.
“I’m not joking, and it’s time for you to see and to take my threats seriously.”
Raising his hand, he brought it down with a lot of force, spanking her rounded ass. She gave a little scream, and wriggled on his lap. Wrapping an arm around her waist, and locking his legs in a ninety degree angle, he kept her on his lap.
“Damn you, let me go.”
He slapped her ass twice more, and gave the area a nice little rub. Anna of course kept on screaming at him. He found her colorful language cute.
“This is not even funny anymore. Stop it.”
Another three slaps, and he smoothed out the sting. He wanted to remove her panties to check out her ass.
Russ landed the last one on her ass, and then helped her up so that she was kneeling between his legs.
“I don’t want to hear you putting yourself down.” He cupped her cheek. “I’m going to let you off with what you said about yourself in front of Richard.”
“It’s none of your business what I do.”
“No?”
“No!”
“You’re under my protection, Anna. I don’t give a fuck what everyone said to you in the past or how they treated you. I only care about what I did for you, and what you mean to me. No more bad shit.”
She released a sigh and growled a little at him. “You’re being an ass.”
“No. I’m taking care of you. From now on, any bad word out of your mouth about yourself, and I will spank your ass. I don’t even care if you like it or not. No more, understand?”
“Yes, I understand. I’m not some child.”
“You behave like one.”
“Ugh.” She got to her feet, and Russ let her go. He needed to calm down a little. Having Anna on her knees in front of him didn’t exactly help with the state of his arousal.
Getting to his feet, he followed her into the kitchen. She was bent over in front of the fridge, and he gritted his teeth to stop himself from moaning.
Anna came out of the fridge with a couple bottles of beer. “How about we have that drink to celebrate my leg?”
“And to finally put your friend to rest.”
“That as well.”
He took the bottles from her, grabbed his bottle opener from the drawer, and opened the bottles. Clinking their drinks, he took a drink, and watched as she did as well.
“I will warn you, I don’t handle my drink very well. I reckon a couple of beers, and that will be me done.”
Chuckling, they walked into the sitting room, and Anna sat down while he grabbed the remote. Flicking through the television he settled on a comedy movie. For the next hour they finished watching the movie, and he got them two more beers. Time seemed to fly by, and Anna just kept on drinking.
It wasn’t long before a very hot, heavy sexual thriller was on the television, Anna was onto her sixth beer, and Russ was feeling oddly mellow.
The guy in the movie was holding the woman down on the bed and kissing her naked body.
“I bet that’s nice.”
“You’re not a virgin. Surely you know what that feels like.”
“No. I don’t. The guys I’ve been with were not into love, or romance, or helping me get off. They were more, get on, grunt for a few minutes, make a weird sound, and then roll off. God, I hate sex.”
Russ watched as she pouted.
“Do you do that?” she asked.
“Get on, grunt, and pull faces?”
“Yes.”
“No. I take my time. I find out what makes a woman tick, and I do everything for her to find release, and then I find my own. It’s an explosion of pleasure at my hands.”
“That sounds so nice,” she said. “I wish I knew what that was like. I’ve tried touching myself to bring myself pleasure, but that was kind of boring. I’m not into that at all. I guess I’m defective.”
This was not the kind of conversation he should be having. Anna was clearly drunk, and he wasn’t in the mood to care. He’d take care of her, and he’d gladly show her how it could be.
“I’m going to go and get another beer,” he said.
Climbing out of his seat, he rested his head against the fridge.
“No, no, no, no. She’s not yours.”
“Russ?” Anna asked.
He turned to find that she had followed him.
She
took a step toward him, and she didn’t wobble. There was no way that she was that far gone if she could still walk steady. If she wasn’t steady, that meant she was drunk right?
“I want to kiss you right now.” She stepped up close to him, and placed her hands on his chest.
Russ covered her hands with his. “Do you even know what you’re doing right now?” he asked.
“I know what I’m doing. I’m horny, Russ, and for once I want to know what it’s really like to be with a man who knows what he’s doing.” She grabbed his hand, and placed it over her tit.
If he was a better man, the gentle billionaire, he’d have jumped back, and not touched her. He wasn’t the better man. Russ was a biker, and he was a ruthless billionaire, who did everything in his power to get what he wanted. He wanted Anna, to own and possess her in every single way he could.
Caressing her breasts, he wasn’t surprised by how ripe and full they were. She was perfect, and he slid his thumb over the hardened nipple.
“Fuck, baby,” he said.
Gripping her arm, he thrust her up against the fridge. All thought of drinking left his mind. There was only one temptation he wanted, and she was in front of him, in his arms, and he wasn’t letting her go.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he removed the grip that held her hair up. The brown strands were soft against his hand, and he slammed his lips against hers, finally taking that kiss he’d been craving.
She tasted so damn perfect, and he licked along her bottom lip, sucking it in, and biting down.
Anna gasped, and he slid his tongue inside, tasting the beer on her lips. She was amazing.
Pressing his body against hers, he deepened the kiss, tugging on her hair so that she had no choice but to tilt her head back and open up to him.
Anna gripped his shoulders. One of her hands was stronger than the other. He made a note to be careful of her arm. Russ didn’t want to hurt her.
Breaking the kiss, he followed a path down to her neck, right over her rapidly beating pulse.
“Tell me to stop, Anna.”
“I don’t want to.”
“If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m not going to stop. I don’t want to, either. I want you naked underneath me, open, and ready for my dick. I’m going to own and possess every single inch of you.” She was like a drug that he was addicted to. One little taste, and he was drowning in every part of her.
“I want you, Russ. Don’t push me away. I don’t want to be pushed away anymore.”
She sounded so damn sad, and he wasn’t the better man. This was who he was, and he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.
Reaching around the back of her dress, he flicked the catch and slowly eased the dress down her body. Exposing her sheer bra, he kissed the tip of each nipple, and then went back, to suck each bud into his mouth.
Anna’s hand gripped the back of his head, and she took a deep breath, releasing a sigh. “That feels so good,” she said, moaning.
“You’ve not felt anything yet.”
The dress dropped in a heap on the floor, and he kicked it away. Next, he rid her of the bra, and tore away the panties, which were in his way. Taking a step back, he admired his handiwork.
Her body was full, rounded, and he didn’t see any distinctive bones. There was still a little bruising on her body, and he went to his knees, kissing each little mark. His woman was a fighter, and he was going to show Anna what it meant to belong to him. Russ’s cock strained against his pants, and Anna gasped.
“The fridge is a little cold,” she said.
Not wanting her to be uncomfortable, he took her hand, and led her toward his bedroom. Kissing her as they went, Russ caressed her body.
“You’re still dressed.”
“I’ll be naked before you know it.”
“I want to see you naked. I did wonder what you looked like naked. You seem so big, and in the business suits, you look kind of scary.”
Drink turned Anna into a chatterbox. He liked it. Usually he liked his women to be on the quiet side, but there was only so much talk of diets, clothes, and bags he could handle.
Kicking open his door, he held onto her shoulders, and stared into her eyes.
Be the good man.
Be the better man.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Damn it, Russ, fuck me already.”
Fuck it. You gave her the option, and she didn’t take it.
There was only so much of mister nice guy she was going to get. He’d already taken his time giving her a chance to change her mind. Russ wasn’t going to make that mistake.
Tugging his shirt out of his trousers, he started to unbutton it.
Her gaze went to his exposed flesh, and he loved the feel of her eyes on him. Russ wanted to put on a show, to give her what she wanted.
Removing his shirt, he went to his belt buckle. He had a couple of tattoos over his chest, and he watched as she licked her lips.
Once he stood in front of her naked, he wrapped his fingers around his long, hard dick.
“Okay, I wasn’t expecting that,” Anna said, pointing at his cock.
He smiled. Russ wasn’t a small man. He was very well endowed, and he knew exactly what to do with it, a skill not many men possessed.
“Will, erm, will that fit?”
“I take it you’ve not had many good sized me.”
“No. They were total assholes. There’s a risk I could be a virgin. Damn, now I sound like a child, don’t I?”
“You don’t sound like a child to me, and you certainly don’t look like one.”
He cupped one of her tits, and she sighed.
“Touch me, Anna.”
Russ never let women touch him, but he needed Anna’s hands on him.
She touched his chest, and he groaned.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he had his fill of how she touched. Cupping her ass, he squeezed the full, rounded globes.
“I can’t believe you spanked my ass.”
“Every time you call yourself a name, I’ll spank you.”
“I like that. I like that you care.” She cupped his cheek and ran her thumb across her bottom lip. “I care about you as well, Russ. I worry about you when you’re gone.”
His stomach tightened. No one cared about him, and this woman was turning his whole world upside down.
Stepping toward the bed, he made her sit down.
“Lie down, spread your thighs, and show me your beautiful, wet cunt.”
Anna did exactly what he asked. Staring down at her pretty pussy, he saw she was dripping wet. Going to his knees, he slid his fingers between her slit, and he heard her gasp out.
“You’re beautiful, Anna.” Plunging a finger deep into her pussy, he felt how tight she was. He was going to have to let her come before he even tried to put his cock inside her.
Sliding his digit in and out of her, he got her nice and slick then added a second finger.
Anna rocked on his fingers, and he looked up to find her staring down at him.
“I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’m not going to hurt your arm, so we’re going to take this nice and slow, but I can rock your world either way.”
“You’re very confident.”
“I know what I’m doing, baby.”
“You’re going to rock my world?”
“When your cast comes off, I’m going to blow your world. I’m going to fuck you so damn hard, that you’re going to be unable to walk properly for a week afterward.”
Before she had a chance to process what he said, he slid his tongue over her creamy pussy.
He was going to make sure tonight blew her mind even with her arm.
Chapter Nine
Russ licked around her clit and slid down to the entrance of her cunt. She tasted so damn sweet, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
“That feels so good,” she said.
He smiled against her pussy. She had no idea what she was in for. He was a connoisseur of pussy. Russ
couldn’t get enough of it, and he couldn’t get enough of Anna’s. She was so damn responsive, and he loved that. Sliding two fingers inside her pussy, he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, relishing the taste of her cream.
She was so sweet and juicy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Anna said, reaching down to grip his hair.
Russ smiled against her mound, and pulled his fingers out of her cunt, licking off her excess juice.
“I could lick you all fucking day, and never get bored,” he said, growling against the flesh of her sex. He took hold of her hand and held it to the bed. Next, he wrapped his hand over her cast lightly, always careful to make sure he didn’t put too much pressure on her wrist.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his woman. He’d gladly protect Anna from the whole world so she never had to suffer again.
He licked down to her entrance, and tongue-fucked her cunt, tasting how wet she was, and with each touch, she grew more aroused beneath his mouth. When he wanted her clit in his mouth, he thrust two fingers inside her pussy, and licked his way back up, circling her bud before sucking her deep.
Every time he took her clit into his mouth, Anna gasped and moaned, squeezing the blanket beneath her fist.
“Please, Russ, I need to come,” she said.
He kept her at the peak never letting her go over the edge so that she was always reaching for more, begging him to let her come.
Russ teased her, flicking her clit with enough strokes so that her orgasm started to build, and he’d release her, sliding his tongue down to thrust into her dripping cunt. He loved to hear her growls, and only when he didn’t want to wait to stick his dick inside her any longer, did he push her over the edge into a screaming orgasm.
Anna didn’t hold anything back, and he watched her take pleasure at his hands and tongue. She was perfection.
This was what he’d been missing out on all of these years. A woman who was not only willing, but wanted to be here for him. There was no money changing hands. Anna wasn’t expected to fuck his other brothers. This was just the two of them, no sharing, no handing her over.
Her pussy belonged to him. Her ass belonged to him. Her heart belonged to him, and he was going to win it. Russ was more determined than ever before.
Crawling up the bed, he released her hands, and reached down to grab his cock. He was still rock hard, and he rubbed the tip of his dick against the slit of her pussy.
