"Fuck," he groaned, as he pulled open her uniform; diving forward, he pressed his lips to her collarbone, to her shoulder, and then moved down, down, down, to her breasts. Within a moment, he was feasting greedily on them like he had been starving for them for days. She cradled his head with her arms as he pushed her back against the breakfast bar, pinning her in place, so that he could explore her body every way he wanted to.
He had done it once before, when she had first arrived, but that had been in checking her for bruises, trying his best to soothe her pain while he still could. This was different. This time, he was exploring her body as a woman, not as a victim, not as someone he had to protect. And the way she was touching him, her fingers moving all over his back and his torso like she was writing her name on him a million times over, she knew that she was feeling the same thing. He wasn’t her boss any longer, but something else, something deeper, something that neither of them wanted to deny any longer.
He moved down, stripping her uniform off of her, and slowly exposing every inch of her perfect body. Bathed in the pale morning light, she looked almost like a painting, her short hair skimming her high cheekbones as her skin covered in goosepimples from his touch. He kissed each centimeter of skin as he exposed it, the spot below her belly-button, the curve of her waist, the little bump over her hip, down to her soft thighs. Her pussy was soft and freshly shaven, and as he pulled off her panties, he let out a groan of delight at the sight of it all laid out for him right there. Stacey had really gotten her ready for him just the way he liked it, and he would have to find some way to thank her when the time came.
"You’re perfect," he breathed to her, and he looked up at her slowly, his eyes locking with hers once more. Her lips parted, and she closed her eyes as though meeting his gaze was more than she could manage all at once.
"Please, fuck me," she gasped. Her voice was racked with a helpless, out-of-control need that he had never heard come out of her mouth before – he liked it. Kneeling before her, he planted a kiss on the crease of her thigh, letting his tongue trail up over her skin. She moaned once more, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair.
"Please, Dravid," she begged him again. He could see the flush to her cheeks and found himself wondering if it came from her excitement at his touch or because she could hardly believe that she was asking him for such a thing.
"Have you ever done it before?" He asked, and she shook her head. Her lips were slightly parted, and he couldn’t help but think about sliding his tongue in between them, his cock, making her taste every part of him at once.
"You want me to be your first?" He demanded, and he rose slowly to his feet, until he was looking down at her, his eyes pinned to hers. She bit her lip and nodded again.
"Tell me," he ordered her. He needed to hear it from her lips. He needed to know that she needed this, that she really needed this. Needed to know that he wasn’t pushing her further than she could handle.
"I want you to be my first," she replied, at last, her voice coarse and tense around the edges, as though she wouldn’t be able to wait much longer before she had to have him inside of her. He pushed her back against the counter, totally naked.
He drew his hand up and between her thighs, tracing his fingers over the wetness of her pussy before he pushed them deep inside of her.
"Oh my God," she gasped, and she gripped hold of him for dear life. Up until that moment, he had only known her as totally controlled, totally restrained, but in that moment, he knew that he had her just where he wanted her. All but ready to beg for him inside of her.
"This is where you want me?" He asked her, his tongue dancing for a moment over her earlobe. She nodded.
"Tell me," he commanded her. "Tell me again. I want to hear you say it."
"I want you inside me there," she finally replied, and she sounded even closer to the edge than she had been before. He knew that it would not be long until she was loud enough to wake the people who lived next door with her helpless whining and begging. And, much as it was tempting to see how far he could push her before the people around them started to complain, he had to be honest with himself and admit that he would much rather be inside her.
"Bend over the couch," he commanded. "And wait there for me. I’ll be back soon."
He headed to the bedroom, where Stacey was still fast asleep – he was surprised that she had been able to rest through all the noise that his newest conquest was making, but he supposed he had really tired her out the night before. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table, took his cock into his hand, and swiftly rolled on a sheath before he returned to Megan.
And God, what a sight she was. All laid out for him like it was his damn birthday and she had just come out of the cake. Her body was bent from the waist up over the couch, her ass in the air, her legs slightly spread to that he could see the glossy wetness of her pussy even from where he was standing. He groaned softly. If there was a better sight in the world than this, he had yet to see it.
"Good girl," he murmured, and she glanced over her shoulder at him, clinging on to the couch for dear life, as though she might just collapse to the ground without it there to hold her up. Well, he reasoned, it would be rude to keep her waiting any longer, when she had already been good enough to get herself all wet and ready for him. So he moved towards her, planted one hand on the small of her back to keep her in place, and slowly, slowly, slowly pushed himself all the way inside of her.
Fuck.
Dravid had been with a few virgins before, but none of them had felt as gloriously tight or soft or welcoming as Megan did. She let out a low moan as he slipped inside of her, as though she could hardly believe that this was happening. Dravid leaned back so that he could get a good look at her bare, virgin pussy taking his cock for the first time, and honestly, the sight of it stretching to accommodate him was almost enough to push him over the edge right there and then. He took one of her hands and planted it on her ass.
"Hold yourself open for me," he ordered, and she sank her fingers into her flesh and did as she was told. And with that, he started to fuck her for the very first time.
And damn, she was about the best lay he could remember.
The way she reacted to him taking her, it was like she was a seasoned pro – the moans seemed impossible for her to hold back, and she rocked her hips against him like this was all she had been waiting for all this time. She might have never been with a man in this way before, but she was doing a pretty damn good impression of being the filthy little fuck-slut that she was so willing to become when she submitted to him.
He watched her face with every thrust, watched the way it contorted – moving through pain, to pleasure, her body rocking back against his to take him as deep as he could go. He was impressed. Given that she had only learned how to make herself come the day before, according to Stacey, she was grinding on his cock like she had been doing this all her life. Some deep, animal instinct seemed to have risen up deep inside of her, something that she didn’t want to hold back now that it was out to play. And he certainly wasn’t going to encourage her to do anything of the sort.
"Push back against me," he commanded her, and she did as she was told at once, rocking her hips back and forth on his cock while he held himself still and just watched her work herself against him. Her whole body seemed to be trembling, and her legs started to shake dangerously underneath him. He couldn’t help but grin. Yeah, he wanted to see her give out. He wanted to see her cum so hard that she forgot how to stand.
So he picked up the pace again, lifting up a little so he could pound down into her as hard and as fast as he could. She was moaning now, louder and louder, and he could feel her pussy beginning to clench around him. She was getting close, so close, and he wanted to feel her come. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, skin on skin, and with that, she finally got there – tipping over the edge and into that helpless, hopeless relief, calling out so loudly that anyone walking by on the street outside must ha
ve heard her. But he didn’t care. He wanted the whole city to hear her, to hear her come for him, totally unable to hold it back.
"On your knees," he growled at her, as soon as he felt the spasms of her muscles beginning to slow. Pulling himself out of her, he spun her around, and, as though this is what she had been built for, she did as she was told. She sank to her knees before him, her hair a mess and her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from where he had been making out with them.
"Suck my balls," He ordered – she hadn’t been much at giving head the last time that they had tried that, but the thought of her soft little mouth tracing his testicles was enough for him right now. She lowered her mouth down at once, skimming her lips over his sack, and the warmth of her tongue was enough to get him where he needed to go. He stroked his cock once, twice, again, and moments later, streams of his sperm were shooting out the head of his dick to paint her face with strings of his sticky seed.
"Mouth open," he commanded, and she parted her lips and gazed up at him as he continued to shoot ropes of his sperm all over her pretty little face. She was so obedient, and he was already obsessed with how eager she seemed to please him, no matter what it took, no matter how far she had to go. He placed his head on her tongue and sprayed the last stream right down her throat, and watched her swallow on instinct. She might need a little training, but she sure as hell had the ability to become a sex goddess inside of her.
"Fuck," he groaned, and he gripped hold of the couch for support as she sat back on her heels in front of him, looking proud of herself. As well she might. She had just made him come harder than he could remember coming in months, and it had only been the first time that they had fucked. Plenty of time to practice and get a whole lot better at it. To see just how far she was willing to go to give him what he needed.
"Hmm," A voice purred from behind them, and Dravid glanced around to see Stacey sashaying her way towards the two of them. Her hair was a little messy from sleep, but other than that, she seemed as impeccable as ever.
"Looks like my work here is done," she remarked, and she leaned up to plant a quick kiss on Dravid’s cheek. "You’re welcome, boss. Have a good weekend. See you Monday. Well, if you can drag yourself away from here, that is."
And with that, she left the two of them to it. With Megan beaming up at him from the floor, Dravid considered what Stacey had just said. And decided right then and there that he was going to call in sick on Monday. Because he was having way too much fun now to stop this game in its tracks.
Chapter 14
How do I make you love me?
Hmm.
Another day, another dollar. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. Because if she was being honest, Megan was starting to have questions about the way that her life was unfolding, and she wasn’t sure if she should have come out with them or not.
First and foremost, she knew that she should have been a little more grateful with the man who had saved her. After all, Dravid had opened his doors to her long before anything remotely physical had happened between them. He wasn’t in this because he wanted her body – he was in this because he had really wanted to help her, and she was grateful for that, more grateful than she was sure she would ever be able to express. But at the same time...
It had been nearly a month since the very first time the two of them had had sex, when he had fucked her over the couch and cum all over her face. That moment was still ingrained on her memory – the thrill of knowing that he wanted her back, at last, after all this time. And she had loved it, she really had. But that had been...well, that had been the end of it, as far as she could see. And it was starting to get under her skin.
He used her when he felt like it, but those times were growing further and further apart now that he was spending even more time out of the house. It had been an intense few weeks at work, he had told her, what with everything that he was trying to get done with the new project in hand. Sometimes, he would come home, and would greet her by pushing her over the couch and fucking her hard right there and then.
And yes, the thrill of being wanted by him in that way, it still did something to her. But she didn’t know if it did enough. She wanted more from him, it was as simple as that; she wanted to be his, but she knew that it was never going to happen as long as he continued to give so much of his time and energy to women other than her.
He brought other girls home, sometimes, and she would retire to her room and lie in bed and listen to the two of them together. Sometimes with her hand between her legs, shamefully getting herself off to the sound of her lover with someone else, but sometimes, she would just lie there and take it in, listen to them together, wonder what it must be like to be wanted by him in such a way. To be the one he locked eyes with out in the real world, the one he looked at and thought, yes, her, now. Not just the one he came home to and used when he didn’t have the energy to go out and find something or someone else.
And Megan knew, obviously, that she could never ask for him to dedicate himself to her and her alone. He would always crave more, and she understood that. After all, she had been with Stacey, too, and had known her touch before she had been with Dravid for the first time, properly. To demand that he wanted her and only her would be to deny so much of what she knew drove him as a man, what got him out of bed in the morning to do with the world as he wanted. But still...
Every time that but crossed her mind, she felt so ungrateful. So ungrateful for everything that this man had brought into her life. When he had met her, she had been nothing more than a dirty, homeless wreck, probably less than a year out from starving to death or catching the cold for good and dying from it. She wouldn’t have been here if it hadn’t been for him, and she should at least have been able to remember that.
But that life seemed so far removed from her now that she could hardly remember it in the first place. That version of her, that version of her that had hardly been a human, she couldn’t connect with her any longer – she didn’t even see her as a person, not really, because the world hadn’t treated her as such.
Life had been simple, then, though it had come with so many hardships. At least she had been able to navigate it without much trouble. Searching for the next bite of food, for the next warm place to sleep, searching for everything that she needed to stay alive, it had made life about as easy as it could have been. Hellish, in some ways, but at least it was straightforward. She didn’t have to think about things like her emotions, her aspirations, when she was just fighting to stay alive from day to day.
And now she had the time to think about what she wanted from life, what she truly wanted from it, she couldn’t help but feel as though there must have been more to it than everything that she had now. She was craving more. Now that she had learned what it was to be with a man, to have a home, a job, a life, she couldn’t help but wonder what existed beyond those boundaries.
Sometimes, she found her mind drifting to Stacey. A woman who was so different from her, she supposed that there should have been no form of connection between them at all, not really, but she still felt it. Because Stacey had showed her so much about herself, how her body worked, how she could bring herself pleasure and indulge those things that she had always thought weren’t meant for her. If Stacey had been able to show her that, to prove that she was worthy of feeling good in those ways, did that mean that Megan could claim other sorts of pleasure, too?
Slowly, it began to creep up on her – that feeling of being worthless, as though nothing she did was enough, or ever could be. She would never be enough for Dravid to commit himself to totally. She would never be enough to satisfy him sexually. She would never have the knowledge, the wit, the sexual gifts that she needed to make sure that he only ever took her.
He would never consider her his girlfriend. Not even his lover. She was his lowly maid, and he was her boss, and that was the way their dynamic was doomed to continue. All she was, it belonged to him – all he had made her, he could claim as his ow
n.
But there had to be more to life than that. Megan was sure of it. She had no idea how she was meant to find it out, where she was supposed to look to discover the truth of what she truly wanted, but this, this couldn’t be it.
He might have been her savior, but Dravid wasn’t where her world began and ended. She was sure of that. And now she had to find out what lay beyond the binds of these walls. Once and for all.
Chapter 15
Count
As soon as Dravid stepped into the kitchen, he could smell it. And he knew at once that she had made this mistake on purpose.
She laid up his breakfast in front of him as normal – the eggs, the bacon, the coffee, just the way he liked it. Megan would usually hum to herself first thing in the morning when she was cooking for him like this, but today, she was studiously silent. As though she was waiting for his reaction to the blackened toast on the plate beside him.
"Megan," he murmured, finally, after a long pause. He reached for the toast and picked it up – it was so charred that bits of it flaked off in his hand, black crumbs scattering over the plate underneath. She looked over at him, as though she had no idea where this might be going.
"Sir?"
"What is this?"
She stared at the toast for a moment, and then back to him, her eyes wide, her teeth digging in to her bottom lip in anticipation.
"It looks like I burned your toast, Sir," she replied. He sighed, placed the toast back on the plate, and eyed her for a moment. She was gazing back at him, bouncing up and down on her heels, as though she was trying to burn off excess energy that was rushing through her system.
"And why is it burned, Megan?" He demanded. He was pissed at her, he couldn’t hide that much. She had been needier than normal recently, hovering around him when he was just trying to relax after work, but he hadn’t indulged her by coming out and asking her why. He had hoped that it might taper off in its own time, but this, this burning of the toast, this was a demand for his attention if he had ever seen it and the only way he was going to be able to deal with it was by facing it down head-on.
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