She Asked for It

by Willow Winters

  “What are you doing to me?” I ask her although there’s no way in hell she could answer.

  The air changes in an instant and I feel weak. Like I’ve lost her, all because I can’t control my mouth.

  I pull my arm away, my palm stinging from being against the hard brick for so long. What the fuck is she doing to me?

  “Can I tell you something, Dean?” she says and lowers her voice, her features softening. Half of me expects her to kiss me, the other half thinks she’s going to slam her head into my nose. I never know what to expect from her.

  “Tell me whatever you want, Allie.”

  “You scare me.”

  “I didn’t mean to,” I tell her apologetically. My face falls. “Fuck, that’s the last thing I want.”

  “Not like that,” she says quickly and this time she actually comes to me.

  “Like what then?” I ask her. “I can fix it.” Damn I sound like a little bitch. Even hearing it in my own voice, I don’t care. ‘Cause she cups my jaw and leans in to say, “I feel like I’m safe when I’m with you, and that scares the fuck out of me.” Her whisper gently strokes my jaw and a chill runs down my neck.

  “Let’s pretend that’s a good thing,” I answer her and she gives me a sad smile.

  “I don’t do well with pretending.”

  “I don’t believe that for a second. I bet you have lots of fantasies.”

  “That’s not the same.”

  “Yeah it is,” I tell her and cup her cheek in my hand. I press a kiss to her forehead and whisper, “I bet you’d like to pretend with me.”

  Her body shivers beneath me. A shiver that makes me feel like I’ve won.

  “I like the idea of you … ” she closes her eyes and whispers, “pushing me against the wall.” When she opens her eyes, it looks like she’s not breathing. Her green eyes stare back at me with an unspoken question. Asking if I understand what she’s saying.

  “And then what?” I ask her as my mouth goes dry. The need to taste her, to shove her back and take from her is riding me hard. I have her right now, but I need to give her every reason to stay. My hands clench into fists at my side and my body goes rigid. One piece of my anatomy noticeably harder than the rest.

  “I’d like it,” she barely speaks the words before visibly swallowing. “I’d like it if you were rough, if you … ” she trails off while her gaze falls away from mine and she takes in an unsteady breath.

  “You want me to fuck you like I own you, like your cunt belongs to me and I’ll take what I want from you?” I ask her and finally trust myself enough to take her small hand in mine. My touch is gentle as I rub the rough pads of my thumb along her small knuckles.

  “Yes,” she answers me quickly and I take a half step back so I can look her in the eyes, searching them and trying to decide if she knows what she’s asking for.

  “If I owned you,” I start to say and then want to take it back. I can already see this going the wrong way. Back to her leaving me.

  “What?” she asks.

  I take a look at the empty parking lot and then back at her. Give and take. I gave some; I can take it now.

  “What if I punished you?” I suggest as I run the back of my pointer finger down the side of her face. “For flirting with another man.” I almost say one of my friends. I almost say Kevin. I almost single him out. But I have a feeling Allie likes to flirt a lot. And with whoever the fuck she wants.

  I’d admire that, if her ass wasn’t already claimed by me.

  She glares at me.

  A glare full of defiance and even a touch of hate. I can’t take her hate. That’s not what I want from her.

  I almost take it back. I’m so close to apologizing, but then she opens that mouth of hers.

  “I can do what I want,” she finally says. Her eyes dare me to contradict her.

  “You already told me you wanted me, and that comes with a price,” I tell her. “You know better than that, Allie.”

  “If I want attention, I’m going to get it,” she speaks softly, staring past my shoulder and out across the parking lot. I can give that to her. Anything she needs, I can give it to her.

  “You just need to be fucked, don’t you? You’d fall on anyone’s dick to please this greedy little cunt.”

  Her lips part, but she hesitates.

  “Fuck you,” she finally says but it’s halfhearted and she’s breathing heavier. And that’s just what I need. A sign that she still wants me. Or at least will give me a chance.

  “That’s exactly what I want,” I tell her and she scoffs but doesn’t break the heated gaze between us.

  I take a step forward and she takes one back but it’s shorter than mine, stopped short by the hard brick wall behind her.

  “Don’t you know this is mine until I’ve had my fill?” I say beneath my breath as I reach between her thighs and cup her pussy.

  Her mouth parts slightly, even as her back arches and she pushes her cunt against my hand.

  “You’re bad for me,” she tells me in a sultry whisper and then her eyes close with a small moan as I rock my palm against her clit.

  I might not be the best thing for her, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting her go.

  I pull away right before those soft moans can turn to something more than just foreplay.

  “Tell me what you want,” I give her the command but it comes out desperate. One half step back gives her the exit she was after when I walked out here. “Just tell me, Allie.”

  I don’t care that I’m weak for her. I just want her weak for me.

  “I want you,” she admits in a breath and before the last word is spoken I’m already on her. Shoving my hands up her skirt and ripping my thumb through the thin lace. I hear it tear as she moans my name into the hot air. I shove the ripped panties into my pocket and look to my right and left before pulling out my dick.

  “This has to be quick,” I tell her and then kiss her neck ravenously. Like I’m starved for her. Her slender fingers grip into my shoulders as I wrap her legs around me and push the head of my dick through her pussy lips. I’m easing it in, sliding back and forth and she’s already soaking wet.

  The deep, gruff sound at the back of my throat is all for her as I push myself in to the hilt in a swift stroke.

  She cries out, slamming her head back, but it’s muffled as she bites down into her lip.

  I thrust upward as hard as I can, burying myself into her tight cunt. Fuck, she feels so damn good. She claws at my back as I slam into her, her back pushing against the wall each time.

  My pace is steady, practically relentless and each pump of my hips has her climbing higher and higher.

  Before I even feel the need to cum, she’s already clamping down on my dick and whimpering her release.

  It’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I want to hear it every damn day. I want her to cling to me, to hold on like she needs me.

  And to trust that I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her everything.

  I pick up my pace, racing for my own release and riding through hers.

  “So fucking good,” I moan into the small of her neck. Nipping and kissing as I take her like I want her.

  I meant for it to be quick, but I hold back just enough so I can make it last a little longer. I want to hold on to her. She needs to know that.

  She’s limp when I’m done with her. Her legs are trembling and I have to lean her against the wall so I can pull my pants back up. Her eyes are closed when I look up at her, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so damn beautiful.

  She doesn’t fight me when I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, getting her attention so I can look her in the eyes and tell her, “Stop pushing me away. I don’t like it.”

  Her chest is still heaving, but her shallow breath is starting to come back to her.

  I wait a second for her to search my gaze, and I hope she finds what she’s looking for, because I mean it.

  “I can give you everything
you want, Allie. All you have to do is let me.”

  Chapter 17

  Allison

  * * *

  “You know I’m no good, right?” I can’t help but ask him as we sit next to each other in the diner. In the back of my head I can hear myself saying he’s no good for me too. But it’s so quiet. The hum of something else has taken over. He gives me a fuzzy feeling. One I haven’t felt in a long time. One that makes me want more.

  The food’s half gone on my plate. Just chicken tenders and fries. You can’t go wrong with that. Dean’s finished his burger and is working through the pile of fries left on his plate. Two Cokes top off the meal.

  He huffs like it’s a joke and doesn’t answer me, reaching for his drink instead. I find it fascinating watching him. He’s different. A kind of different I like.

  He makes me feel safe and wanted. It’s foolish, but I want that. I want him.

  “I think this weekend I’m going away. I don’t have to worry about you running off, do I?” he asks me.

  “You probably should,” I joke. Judging by the expression on his face, he doesn’t like my answer. “Where are you going?” I ask to change the subject. I like his smile the best. My skin pricks at the realization. Knowing that my own happiness is somehow attached to someone else’s. I don’t care for it because people come and go. They leave you, disappoint you. They die.

  And then you’re left all alone.

  “To Brunswick. I think,” he says.

  “You think?” I ask him playfully, but my heart hurts. My mother’s in Brunswick. All of it happened in Brunswick. I hate Brunswick.

  “I haven’t decided if I’m going yet.”

  I let out a small chuckle; it’s more a breath of a laugh. “I swear I won’t run off,” I tell him.

  “I just wanted to hear you say it. Right now you’re mine. We don’t need labels, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you think I’m fine with you fucking someone else.” His words are hard and brutish. Almost like a slap in my face.

  “What if I want to?” I ask him and he looks me square in the eyes.

  “Do you?”

  I hesitate and my heart seems to struggle with each second I don’t answer.

  “I guess not. You fuck well enough,” I say and then stuff half of a fry into my mouth, hating how much it hurts me to play it off.

  “I’m serious, Allie,” he says and Dean’s voice is hard, with no room for negotiation there. “I don’t want to think about you just up and leaving.”

  “I don’t even know you,” I answer in jest, but all humor leaves me when I see the look in his eyes. They’re dark, piercing. Possessive.

  “Yeah you do, you know enough.” He lets out a heavy breath, pushing his plate away. “I’m telling you I want you and I don’t want you running around on me. That’s all I want.”

  “I think I like that,” I say, mesmerized by how easily he admitted that. How easily he made himself vulnerable. I really like it. “I want it too.”

  “You want me?” he asks with the hint of a smile and I nod and then say, “Yeah, I want you.”

  “Only me?” he asks, cocking a brow.

  “Sure, for now,” I answer him with a flirtation I think he likes.

  The smile on my face only grows as his does. That’s the thing about him that’s addictive. The pain vanishes when he smiles.

  It’s quiet for a minute. A long minute and I don’t like the tension, but I’m the one who caused it to begin with. A dull ache pulses between my legs as I lean closer to him to cross them.

  “You did a number on me,” I whisper and brush my cheek against his arm. My hand wraps around his wrist for a moment, just to feel him.

  He’s so close, only inches away since we’re sitting on the same side of the booth. I guess he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to take off again. Smart of him.

  “Is that right?” he asks me, putting down his drink so he can rest his hand on my thigh. We both watch as he rubs his thumb in soothing, slow circles. “How’s your shoulder?” he asks me, and it takes a second to register.

  Reaching up with my hand to push the fabric away, I take a look and let out a small laugh. “I match you now,” I tell him.

  He brushes my hand away and gently soothes the scratch on my shoulder. I can hardly feel it; I hardly feel anything but exhaustion at the moment.

  “It’s nothing,” I tell him and he glances at me, but then back to the scrape.

  “Beds are better,” he says with a small smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Did you like it?” he asks me.

  “Dean, you have no idea what I’d let you do to me.” I shake my head and feel embarrassed from how quickly and honestly I responded. I should know better.

  “Is that why you think you’re no good? Because you like it hard?”

  “Not just hard.”

  “Brutal, anal, gangbang, rape fantasy, what?” He says the words like they’re no big deal. And maybe to him they aren’t. “How fucking bad do you go, Allie Cat?” he asks me and I hesitate. So much is threatening to spill out. My heart’s racing and my hands are feeling clammy.

  “It’s not that easy,” I tell him, watching my hands as I pick at my fingernails.

  “Sure it is. Unless it’s a gangbang situation you’re after. It’s gonna be hard for me to fill that order by my lonesome.”

  I snicker and shake my head slowly, finally peeking up at him.

  “I like to fuck,” he says as he leans in closer to me. “And I’ll tell you a little secret,” he lowers his lips to my ear and whispers. “I’ve done dirtier shit and loved it.”

  “Like what?” I ask him instantly, desperate to know.

  “Anal, for starters,” he answers and reaches for the ketchup.

  My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Gross. Okay,” I say sarcastically, the heat of anxiety beginning to wane.

  “It’s dirty,” he pushes and I tsk at his humor.

  “I’ve used rope before,” he finally says before reaching for his soda and taking a drink. My eyes lift to his, willing him to continue. “I like having control. So long as I have that, I can push the boundaries. I can chase you down, pin you beneath me. You need to tell me what you want, but if you think you’re oh-so-bad, little kitten, I can assure you that you’re not.”

  He has no idea that he’s playing with fire.

  “I just like … ” I pause but force myself to look him in the eyes as I continue, “to fight back.” I tell him a secret I haven’t told anyone. I want to play. I want to push my limits. I haven’t met someone I could do it with. Not until Dean.

  “You didn’t fight me much out there,” he tells me and a spark of desire ignites in the pit of my stomach.

  “Did you want me to?” I ask him and he shrugs it off, picking at the fries on his plate.

  “I don’t care how I fuck you so long as I get to,” he answers me with a slowly forming smirk on his face.

  I find it hard to focus. To eat. To do anything other than think about how much Dean could push me, and how I could push him back.

  Chapter 18

  Dean

  * * *

  She’s a little kitten, my Allie Cat. She thinks she’s so dirty and bad, but really she just likes rough and hard sex. It’s cute really. Well, as long as she listens it’s cute. As long as she stays where she belongs.

  The first step after dinner was to take a look at her porn. She can get all quiet and shy talking about it, but her search history doesn’t hide a damn thing.

  Brutal fuck.

  Hard rough fuck.

  Choked, slapped, punished.

  I huff a small laugh when I see her phone on the nightstand. She brought up a picture of a girl all tied up in rope.

  Fuck that. I don’t have time for that shit. She got a kick out of my reaction. Maybe I’ll tie her ass up for Christmas or something, if we’re still together then, but right now, I just need her ass to sit pretty.

  Yeah, she’s a little kitten. And she deserves to be fucked
just how she wants it. Just thinking about it is getting my dick hard again. Even knowing she’s passed out and her cunt’s sore and swollen from the hard fuck I just gave her.

  Her sweet smell drifts toward me as she cuddles in close. She’s only got a twin bed, and her bedroom looks like she just moved in and she didn’t pack most of her shit. Just a bed and a dresser full of clothes.

  It reminds me of my room after my father died and we moved.

  I clear my throat and wrap my arm around her small form, pressing her soft body into mine. Her little hum of satisfaction stops the thoughts of my father dying in their tracks.

  Thank fuck for that, but I still can’t sleep.

  It’s almost 3 a.m. and I’m wide awake, although I don’t know why. I should’ve exhausted myself into a coma, but I can’t turn off everything that’s happened this week. It’s been fast and furious with Allie. I’m not the one who does the keeping. This girl is getting to me, and I don’t know why. I can’t explain it.

  A low groan rumbles in the back of my throat as I remember how I made her get down on all fours with her ass in the air, so I could watch my cum leak out of her pretty little pussy.

  Another groan, another memory. My dick twitches and hardens with need. The last straw is when she throws her leg over my thigh and her bare pussy rubs against me.

  “You doing that on purpose?” I ask her and the little minx smiles. Apparently I’m not the only one who can’t sleep.

  I push her onto her back and nuzzle her neck to wake her up.

  “I want you,” I tell her and nip her ear. Her palms push weakly against my chest until I rock my hard dick against her pussy. My lips drop to the crook of her neck as I moan, “You’re so fucking wet.”

  She mewls an incoherent response.

  Getting onto my knees, I try to push her onto her stomach, but she protests. “What if I want you like this?” she asks me. Her eyes are half-lidded and her hair’s a messy halo scattered across the pillow.