Anything For Him

by Lily Harlem

  ‘But –’

  ‘Shh, you must trust me. Remember how I said I would help you this first time?’

  I nodded and allowed my head to rest on the bed. He was between my legs, shoving up my tight little skirt and urging my thighs apart so the air breezed over my bare, wet pussy.

  ‘Oh, so very pretty,’ he murmured.

  I gasped as his tongue stroked over my labia, thick and wide. He dove the tip into every crease and fold; then began Frenching my entrance.

  I reached down and slotted my hands in his dense but silky soft hair. ‘Oh, Liuz, yes, yes.’

  It had been so long since I’d had the pleasure of a man exploring my pussy with his tongue. How had I let that happen? It felt so damn good. He was so damn talented.

  He used his fingers to explore me too, slipping and sliding in and around my entrance, tangling with his tongue as he circled my clit.

  Before long an orgasm was building. A tight coil wound in my pelvis and wanted release. The sensations shimmying over my pussy were so exquisite, so intense. I could hardly tell what was tongue and what were fingers. In the blackness it didn’t matter – only what he was creating inside me existed.

  I curled my toes and fisted both Liuz’s hair and the sheets. He slid a finger into my ass.

  ‘Oh, oh.’

  It went in easily and didn’t hurt. It was just the newness of the sensation that had me writhing and gasping; sweat popping on my cleavage.

  Another finger was added just as my orgasm began to bloom. This time the stretch held a pinch of pain. Good pain, pain mixed with pleasure. And all the time his tongue was merciless, thrashing at my clit. I could feel him penetrating my pussy with his other fingers. He was taking full control of me, shunting, fucking, driving me wild.

  I could hardly keep still and trembled with the need to let my orgasm rock me over the edge. But instead of letting it claim me, I teetered on the brink, my body focusing on the wriggling in my ass and the stretch of my anus. It was bliss, wicked, carnal bliss, and I wanted to revel in it for as long as possible.

  Suddenly the stretch became scissor-like, sharp and slicing, and I was sure then another moist finger had breached my sphincter.

  ‘Oh, Liuz, I – I –’

  He took no notice of me calling and squirming, just continued with his ministrations, creating squelching, clicking sounds as he suckled on my clit and pumped into me.

  My breath hitched, and I bit back a scream. I could hold it off no longer. The first delicious wave of climax crested then pounded through me. My whole pelvis contracted wildly, gripping the fingers in my ass and pussy. Another powerful bolt of pleasure reared from my clit, spreading hot fingers of ecstasy to my rectum.

  ‘Liuz, oh, God, please, please.’ I was calling for him to stop and to continue.

  He carried on, using his warm tongue to bring me down from my high by slowly licking over my silken, sopping folds.

  ‘That was so intense,’ I gasped, still acutely aware of his fingers in my ass.

  ‘You did well,’ he said. ‘But there is still more for you to take.’

  He turned my pliant, boneless body, looping my leg over his arm so that his fingers stayed lodged in my ass as I was moved.

  Now I was on my hands and knees like I thought I would be to begin with. My shoulders were exhausted, though I didn’t know why, so I dropped my forehead on my forearms.

  Was Beefcake going to join in now?

  ‘Pretty little slut’s ass,’ Liuz said in a soft voice as he pumped his fingers in and out of my quivering anus.

  I groaned a response, lost to the new penetration and the scent of my sex and sweat and the feel of my pussy still buzzing with aftershocks. My eyes were shut behind the blindfold. It wouldn’t have mattered if I hadn’t been wearing one. It was too much of a struggle to keep my eyes open anyway.

  ‘Now my cock is going in through your back door,’ he said, his breath hot on my pussy and thighs.

  So Liuz was going to take me first, before Beefcake, just like he’d said he wanted to.

  With a sudden slide, he pulled his fingers out of my ass.

  My body shook at the loss. I wanted to shout at him to shove them back in there, but I didn’t. I was submissive and taking what he gave me, and in a second, I was well aware, I might not be able to take what he gave me.

  He was kissing and licking the small of my back, his hands parting my ass cheeks. I whimpered in desperation for him to get to the main event; in response he slid his tongue from my tailbone to my anus.

  ‘Liuz,’ I gasped, snapping my head up at the illicit sensation.

  ‘Shh, Aniolku.’

  The wide head of his cock was at my dark portal now. I trembled, fear meshing with desire. A sob escaped my lips.

  He wrapped his hands around my hips and his wet, lubed glans pressed harder against my throbbing sphincter. I gripped the sheets, willed myself to relax for his entry. But I couldn’t, I was besieged by the edgy, sensual torment of what was coming.

  ‘Relax,’ he hissed. ‘Bear down a little.’

  I did as he asked and he prodded with more insistence, forcing his way forward until my muscular ring accepted the head of his dick.

  A long, low wail burst from my throat and I muffled it in the bedclothes. I was so stretched, so taut around his thickness. It was both agony and bliss.

  ‘Ah, fuck tak, tak,’ he said, sinking deeper into my open ass. ‘That is so perfect. You are doing so well, so well.’

  He rode in then. With no barrier blocking him, he travelled deeper and deeper. Until he was buried to the root of his shaft. I was so full, so chock full of cock. I whimpered and accepted the invasion. The sting and the filling were turning to a dense pleasure that I already wanted to be accompanied by friction and movement.

  ‘Yes, oh, please, Liuz, fuck me, fuck my ass.’

  ‘Such a dirty slut,’ he said, trailing a caressing finger down my tense spine. ‘You are so perfect.’

  He withdrew so just the head of his dick sat inside me. I moaned at the hollow emptiness.

  ‘Here you are,’ he said, ‘this is what you want, isn’t it?’

  He rode in again and I called out in delight. It was exactly what I wanted. I reached down and frotted my clit, knowing that an orgasm would soon be upon me again and wanting to feel it in every part of my sex.

  He set up hard, slow thrusts that catapulted me to a dark world of ecstasy. Only Liuz’s rigid cock driving into my ass existed. Feeling him bottom out on each entry, his balls tickling up against my labia and the wide root of his shaft stretching my anus, was the most divine feeling I could ever have imagined.

  I tightened around him. Flexing and relaxing. Flexing and relaxing. Each time he skewered me drove me nearer to climax. My fingers were busy, my clit getting ready to fly once more.

  One hard, sharp slap on my rump brought me to conclusion. The sound of his palm connecting with my flesh rang through my ears. The orgasm was a fierce ride through ecstasy that had me pulsating off the bed. He pressed me down, impaled me further. I cried out, aware of him thickening inside me as he, too, came.

  He shouted something in Polish. Words I didn’t understand but their meaning clear. He was enjoying his release and wanted to thank the Lord above in the most unholy of ways.

  On and on he rode, slowing only when my spasming body had calmed and his cock had begun to soften.

  ‘Oh, yes, that was so good, you are a natural,’ he said, kissing my perspiring shoulder blades. ‘You will be so good for me, I can tell, so good.’

  ‘Mmm,’ I replied.

  He withdrew, leaving my asshole tender and scorched. It was at this point I became aware that we were probably alone in the room. I was sure if Beefcake had been there he would have at least said something during that performance. I didn’t know the guy, but I couldn’t imagine he was the shy, retiring sort if there was some anal sex going on.

  ‘Come and lie with me,’ Liuz said, slipping off my shoes and then my skirt. ‘Take off
the rest of your clothes, lie with me.’

  I did as he asked and he flopped on the bed next to me, scooped me against his chest and folded me into his long arms.

  I was still breathing fast and glad to be rid of clothes as I was hot and sweaty. Behind my blindfold I opened my eyes, surprised for a second when I was greeted with darkness. I had been so lost in myself that I had forgotten about my lack of sight.

  ‘Sleep,’ Liuz said. ‘Get some rest, you will need it for later. You are not finished with yet.’

  Later, so Beefcake was still coming.

  I sighed in contentment, for this was what I wanted, to stay the night with Liuz and be fucked over and over. Pockets of sleep the only thing interrupting my body’s pleasure and pleasing the man I was hopelessly in love and lust with.

  Spreading my fingers over the hard hairs on Liuz’s chest, I listened to his heartbeat and let his heat absorb onto my cheek.

  After a while his breaths slowed and deepened. The tight curl of his arm around my shoulders relaxed. My own breaths were steady and shallow, and the perspiration on my body had cooled my skin pleasantly.

  I decided to risk it.

  Very gently I lifted my head, angled my face to his and then, with one hand, slipped the blindfold off.

  Piercing black eyes stared at me through the dim light.

  My heart rate rocketed.

  Shit, I had been sure he was asleep.

  ‘My, Aniolku, you are so predictable.’

  I stared at him. Obsession had given me a photographic memory and his angled features, craggy brows and deeply ingrained stubble all imprinted effortlessly into my brain, as did the tiny semi-circular lines beneath his eyes and the little black hairs just inside his nostrils. It was a beautiful face and I had only really seen it at a distance. But I couldn’t appreciate the moment for I feared he would be angry with me for removing the blindfold and send me home. Nausea welled. He might even say ‘Kilimanjaro’.

  But then his wide mouth tipped into a smile. He lifted his head and planted a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.

  ‘Like what you see?’ he whispered.

  Relief flooded through me and my heart soared. ‘Yes, yes very much.’

  Chapter Eight

  I continued to stare at him, waiting with bated breath for Liuz to place the blindfold back over my eyes, taking away the chance for me to really drink him in, to implant everything about his face into my mind. I wanted the image secure so I could recall it at leisure during the times we were apart. The times I fantasised about him.

  The times when I touched myself.

  He remained still, gaze latched onto mine, and I wondered if I’d have the courage to let him see me studying him. Part of me wanted to stay as we were, me working out what he was thinking from the way he looked at me, but it was impossible. His eyes said nothing except that he was looking into mine. Disappointment nearly took a complete and unshakeable hold on me, but I pushed it away. Nothing should spoil this … this what? Time of bonding? Dare I hope that’s what this was? Another part of me wanted to boldly appraise him so he saw me doing it, so he knew that although I’d let him have his way with everything so far – discounting my following him to the warehouse; I don’t think I’d ever admit to him I did that – I still had it in me to do what I wanted. I didn’t think it would be in my best interest to allow him to have me totally at his mercy, even though I’d told myself in the past I would be. Somehow, with our bodies pressed together, actually seeing one another both at the same time, gave the situation a different spin.

  A rule had been broken, and I was damn lucky he hadn’t said the stop word.

  Perhaps he was more hooked on me than I’d imagined. What if he was capable of real emotions and wasn’t just using me for what he could get, for what I allowed him to do to me? What if, what if … ?

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that and decided to mull it over another time. It was too scary a prospect to indulge in fantasies about us being a couple, living happily ever after. Right from the start he’d made it clear that wasn’t on offer.

  So why did I get the strong feeling things had changed?

  He took matters out of my hands regarding my perusal of his features. His eyes shifted from mine to look at my shoulder, where he watched his hand trail down my arm, springing goose bumps on my skin. A streak of vulnerability went through me, a brief moment of utter nakedness that I felt but couldn’t wholly latch on to. The full force of it was gone as quickly as it came, but the residue remained. To be blindfolded gave me a sense of safety, me not being able to see his reactions as to whether he liked what he saw, but here, now, seeing him touch me, was a whole other sensation.

  A small smile dallied on his lips before he compressed them, obliterating the tiny glimpse I’d gained into his feelings. He’d looked tender just then, smitten – or was that just my high hopes? – and it made me want to reach up and stroke his cheek. Cup it to let him know I felt the same. But I didn’t, too afraid that if I moved, the spell would be broken and I’d be banished to darkness once more.

  So I watched him watching me, smiled myself at the tiny crinkles beside his eyes. Were they from age or laughter? I wanted to see him laugh, a real belly laugh, to giggle with me on lazy Sunday mornings.

  That would never happen.

  I was just being fanciful, allowing the softer side of me to come to the fore and, inwardly, I cursed myself for it. I needed to stay on the track our journey had begun on, with Liuz my master and me the willing follower. If I tried to manipulate things, who knew what would happen? I had a good idea. He’d say the stop word, and my world would be shattered. Damn, I’d become attached and shouldn’t have. No, I needed to scour these new feelings away, wash any remnants down the drain, because if I didn’t, it would be over faster.

  Over. I never want it to be over.

  Him reaching out his hand for mine, twining his fingers with mine, brought me up short. Another show of tenderness I hadn’t expected, bringing my previous thoughts and hopes rushing back.

  Stop it. He was just doing that to waste time between fucks. It didn’t mean anything. Not a damn thing.

  ‘You have tiny hands,’ he said, gaze glued to our knot of fingers. ‘So tiny.’

  Shit, his words melted me into a pool of goo. I wanted to see what he saw, to see through his eyes, but his face was telling me so much more. That little smile was back, the dimple in his cheek, and his eyes had taken on a dreamy look that I would swear expressed similar thoughts to mine.

  Was he feeling something for me? Something more than seeing me as a woman he could use? I couldn’t hope. Just couldn’t.

  To stop myself falling even more madly in love with him – or more obsessed – I dragged my sights from his face and stared at our hands. I shouldn’t have done that. What I saw were hands that belonged together, his large palm pressed against my smaller one, the tips of my slim fingers barely peeking from between his thick, longer digits. My stomach rolled with the realisation that I had allowed myself to go too far when I’d removed the blindfold. I’d encouraged intimacy, ousted the security blindness had given me, and I knew I was in all kinds of trouble now.

  ‘Do you think,’ he said, still studying our hands, ‘you could have another man after me?’

  Oh, I knew where this was going, why he’d asked that question. Beefcake. I tensed, hoping he’d think it was a natural reaction to his query and not that I knew what was going to happen at some point tonight. I swallowed, hoping my voice came out strong when I replied. Should I give the true answer burning my tongue? The one where I was honest and said that no man would ever match up to him? No man would ever make me feel as sexy, as dirty, and as needed as he did? Or should I shrug it off, behave as I was supposed to and give him a hell yeah?

  I decided to hedge my bets, play it safe. ‘Um, in what context?’

  ‘It’s simple. Just like I said. Could you have another man after me?’

  After me. He meant tonight, me having another man s
traight after he’d been inside me. I could, would do that for him.

  ‘Well,’ I said, dredging courage up from the shadowy little corner it had retreated to when I’d taken the blindfold off. ‘You’ve made it clear we’re not going anywhere. You let me know we’re just fuck buddies, so I haven’t got attached.’ Liar. ‘So when you say the stop word, yes, I’d fuck someone else.’ Eventually. When I picked up the pieces of my heart and glued them back together.

  Oh, hell. I’d really gone and fallen for him, hadn’t I?

  I’d said what he might want to hear, but at the same time I’d made it clear that when he said the stop word, I’d become attached to someone else. I’d effectively told him I belonged to him and him alone until he ended what we had. Those were my true thoughts, but I knew without doubt that in order for him to keep his knees intact, to have unbroken arms and legs – or worse – I’d give myself to Beefcake.

  If Liuz picked up on what I’d actually said, would he send Beefcake away? He couldn’t. He had no alternative but to pay the man one way or another.

  If only I had the money to give him.

  He sighed. ‘But imagine if I did not want to say the stop word yet.’

  Yet. He was going to end it at some point. Oh, God, Hannah, you stupid, stupid woman. What have you got yourself into here?

  ‘Maybe I want to share you with someone,’ he continued, stroking his thumb over my inner wrist.

  ‘I’m not sure what you mean.’ I must have sounded dense, but I needed to stall him so I could think on what he’d just said. He was putting it in a nice way, making out he wanted to share me. So he wasn’t going to admit that I was payment, that I was a nothing who didn’t deserve being made privy to what he’d planned. I understood why he couldn’t say. I mean, how rude would that sound? You see, Aniolku, it’s like this. I owe a dangerous man some money … But on the other hand, he was asking my opinion. He cared enough to find out whether I could handle this instead of just assuming I would.

  That had to count for something, didn’t it?

  Whatever it counted for, I grabbed hold of it and hugged it to me.