by Ruby Forrest
He took her to the bedroom and as he plowed through her, Kayla’s back on the bed, he nibbled ever so sweetly on her ear and down her neck. As she moaned into his ear she could feel his body pulsating with hers and it felt like for a long while they were one.
Dean did take his time, going so slowly as he pushed and pulled, thrusting his member in as deep as possible with a single push before pulling out to the point where only the head of his cock was still inside of her. Each time he’d do this she’d feel some kind of emptiness overwhelm her only for her to be drowned in a sudden flush of pain and pleasure when he’d thrust back in. Every time he’d thrust she moan out loudly and beg for him to keep on going.
“Dean, p-please,” she begged as he pounded in and out in a slow but deep method. “Please, fuck me. I n-need it. I fucking want you, damn it.”
He quickly obliged and turned her over, taking her from behind. In this position she was submitting to him but at the same time she was the most excited. When he pounded in her whole body shuddered and shook and she screamed in pure euphoria. Her vision had begun to go blank and Kayla’s thoughts drowned in the moment of pleasure.
***
When she finally came to, they were lying in the bed, spooning with her back to his chest. She could feel his cock against her butt and thighs and Dean was warmly embracing her with his right hand slowly, methodically massaging her breast.
“Dean,” she finally asked after resting for a few minutes.
“Hm?”
She reached up to his hand and squeezed, putting pressure on her breast. “Don’t ever leave me.”
“You could have simply just asked.”
She shrugged, “I couldn’t. I didn’t want to sound desperate. I know you can afford to dump girls, find more girls and keep on going. Why limit yourself to just one pussy for the rest of your life, right? There are so many fish in the sea. But honestly, I’ve been desperate.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as he moved his hand down to her pussy, gently sliding his finger between the folds of her flesh.
“To be honest with you, I’ve been doing everything I can to keep you interested in me. I just fear you’d get bored and leave me.”
Dean hugged her tight as he replied, “Hush... you don’t need to feel that way now. I promise I will always be right here for you. I am never going to leave you or let you go.”
“I sound like a desperate slut.”
“No, you sound like someone in love,” he corrected her and for the first time Kayla realized that he was right. Sofia was saying it but she never bought into it but then again people only do dumb things when they’re in love. Kayla loved Dean.
“I do love you,” she told him. “I love you so much it’s infuriating. Out of all the guys I could fall for I had to fall for the rich, playboy asshole with a dark secret.”
Dean turned her over so she would face him and he looked straight into her eyes as he whispered, “I love you too.”
“You only like me because I do what you want in bed,” Kayla responded.
He shook his head, “I mean it. I like how you cook pancakes in the morning, I love how you know exactly what kind of movies I like to watch and I appreciate how you’re willing to experiment in sexual things you’d normally never try. You always find a reason to keep trying, even when you’ve already discovered things about me that would normally disgust and turn off any other girl.”
“You’re just saying all that,” Kayla didn’t want to fall for his tricks. The hard part was that by looking into his eyes she almost believed every word he said.
Dean wasn’t giving up though. “I’m serious,” he told her. “I’d give it all up for you.”
“No,” she said. “I can’t deprive you of the things you like. I don’t mind you running your little BDSM ring. You can have your little games.”
“I wouldn’t be a really good boyfriend if I keep my girl at home while I go punishing a naked slut in the basement.”
Kayla smiled and said, “I’m your girlfriend. She’s just a slut for other people to own and dominate and break. No matter what you do to me, I won’t break.”
“That’s like saying you’re my wife,” he commented with a chuckle. “You really are proposing to me, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” she answered and laughed at him. She felt genuinely happy and content. This was why she couldn’t just give up on Dean. He made her feel complete and it was weird considering all the other things he was. Sure, he was a playboy and he had a strange fetish but when they were just making love and laying down talking she felt like a complete human being. He filled an empty hole that had been gnawing at her soul for so long.
Dean gave her nipple a twist but it wasn’t rough or too tight, just enough to make her gasp and moan a little.
“Thank you,” she told him as she reached up and held onto his hand.
“For letting you abduct my free will and agreeing to not-marry but marry you as we fuck like wild animals in my own bedroom? Sure, you’re welcome,” Dean answered sarcastically. “On a more serious note, it’s no problem. You’re a one of a kind girl, so I’m not really complaining.”
Kayla didn’t really know if she should believe him but so far he was keeping true to his word and despite having wild, rough sex he did not insist on treating her like a BDSM submissive. He knew his boundaries with her and that showed some level of respect.
There’s hope for you yet, Dean Marshall. Kayla let him caress her body slowly, allowing herself to peacefully fall asleep. The last thing she recalled before her eyes shut and the darkness took over was the touch of his fingertips dancing on her thighs. It was a pleasant sensation and it brought a smile to her face right
as she nodded off.
Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe it worked,” Sofia said as she flicked the television on. She and Kayla were in Dean’s bedroom. “All your kinky sex shit and spying actually worked. Good thing he didn’t just get mad and force you to leave or something.”
Kayla laid on the bed, right next to Sofia, and fumbled with her phone and replied, “I think he was mad at first, for like the first few minutes. Then I put my foot down and said ‘son, you ain’t fucking any bitch but me.’”
They both laughed and Sofia browsed through the channels. Nothing seemed to pique her interest.
“You got a Netflix account or something?” Sofia asked. “Nothing good’s on.”
“Yeah,” Kayla said and took the remote control. As she was logging in she said, “I don’t know where it’s going though. I mean, sure, I glued my spot to him for now but I don’t know if it’s a real relationship or if I’m just like the unloved wife that he fucks at night.”
Sofia looked at her with a twisted, disgusted expression, “The unloved wife he fucks at night? Where in the world did you pick that line up?”
“Bitch,” Kayla replied. “You know what I mean. He goes out, has fun, and then when he comes home he screws me simply because he has to. Like how a guy might fuck his wife at home just to shut her up and so she won’t think he’s cheating on her with some young, dandy slut he met in a bar.”
“Does it even matter? You still got what you wanted.”
“It matters,” Kayla told her friend. “I love him.”
Silence covered them like a blanket and Kayla knew Sofia was processing the thought in her head. Sofia did say Kayla was falling in love but now it was a reality. They had been friends since middle school and this was honestly the first time Kayla ever admitted being in love with a guy and it just had to be the richest asshole they ever met.
“Y-you just said that, right? You just said you love Dean Marshall?” Sofia had to make sure she got it right.
Kayla nodded.
“All right, the world is coming to an end,” Sofia concluded. “This is it. I’m done. Kayla’s fallen in love. I’ve done my job well.”
Kayla laughed and punched her friend softly on the shoulder, “
Shut up. I can’t really believe it either, you know? I mean, I had so many other chances before and here I am getting all warm and tingly for fucking Dean. He’s the kind of guy you laugh at in parties and shit but I’m tying myself to him instead of walking away.”
“You can’t control who you fall for,” Sofia commented but Kayla noticed it was in a soft, melancholic tone.
“You okay?”
Sofia tried but failed to grin back, “Yeah. I just thought you’d marry me.”
That broke Kayla’s heart. “I’m always here,” she told her best friend. “Always.”
“Yeah, but you’re not mine anymore. You might even marry this son of a bitch seeing how you’re so head over heels for him.”
It made Kayla feel a little guilty. Sofia admitted she had a thing for Kayla a few years back and they did honestly try to be together but Kayla just didn’t feel it. She loved the sex and Sofia was the sweetest person she ever dated but it wouldn’t work. Kayla was straight and she wanted guys, no matter how hard she’d try to give it her all for Sofia.
“I’m sorry So,” Kayla told her friend and planted a kiss on Sofia’s cheek. “I promise, you can always come over and bang me like a freak any time of the week.”
Sofia found some consolation in that, “Hey, as long as we both stay happy right? Maybe Dean will want to watch sometime.”
“Fuck you,” Kayla said flatly. “Don’t give us ideas. I like how it is now.”
“Speaking of how it is,” Sofia pointed out, “do you live here now?”
“Oh, yeah I do. He’s been helping me move my stuff here. I still got some shit left back at the apartment like my fridge and stuff. I told him we can just hire a moving company but he insisted on doing it himself.”
Sofia nodded and went back to watching TV, “At least he’s trying to be a normal boyfriend. Remember David? Man, fuck that asshole. I couldn’t care less about how rich he was. He was such an asshole.”
“Hey, you sure you’re okay here on your own?” Kayla asked as she got up. She had to leave and Dean was probably already at their meeting place, waiting for her.
“I know my way out,” Sofia answered. She then pointed to her lips and puckered, “Bye. Have fun.”
Kayla gave her friend a kiss on the lips then started getting dressed. She was actually going out on a date with Dean, something she thought they’d never do. She had assumed she’d just be the girl he comes home to but never sees. This was a nice change of pace from just having sex in his mansion.
When she was ready, she left Sofia in the bedroom and drove out.
***
The theater center was already packed. She found Dean waiting in line to buy tickets.
“Dean Marshall, waiting in a line like everybody else,” she commented as she walked up to him. “I need to take a picture of this.”
He laughed and handed her their popcorn, “You didn’t think all I do is work and screw girls, right? I do have a hobby outside the bedroom.”
“I don’t know, you tell me,” she replied and ate a handful of popcorn. “What movie are we watching?”
“It’s that new thing with George Clooney,” he answered, “a musical.”
Kayla’s eyes grew wide with excitement, “How’d you know I’d like this? I freaking love George Clooney.”
“Every chick loves George Clooney,” he told her. “Fortunately, so do I. You got everything ready at your place?”
“Yeah, everything’s boxed up.”
Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her closer, “How’s Sofia?”
“In our bedroom, watching shit on Netflix.”
“Using your account or mine?”
“Mine,” Kayla answered. “She’s been binging that show with Thandie Newton and Chris Pratt. I liked it but I only saw Season One so far.”
Dean hugged her tighter and asked, “How many seasons are there now?”
“Four,” Kayla answered. “I couldn’t continue watching because I diverted back to finishing up Game of Thrones. Then I started watching that weird sci-fi thing you recommended last night.”
“Firefly?”
She nodded, “I like it. The writing is really good but it’s kind of obvious that the budget wasn’t really up to par. It would’ve been better if they made it a few years later. Like a decade later.”
“You know the guy that made it made The Avengers movie right?”
“No freaking way,” Kayla commented. “That’s some cool trivia.”
Dean laughed in agreement and stood behind her, this time hugging her with both arms around her waist.
Kayla felt a warm sense of satisfaction begin to flood her senses as she stood in that line with Dean’s arms around her. She was actually happy and in a relationship, two things she never thought would go together. To make it even more amazing was the fact she achieved it with someone like Dean Marshall, the epitome of a rich, privileged bad boy.
She looked up at him and found him looking back at her. She knew deep inside he still had some secrets and issues locked away but those could be stripped bit by bit. She knew she could trust him now. She knew she had him. She loved him.
The line started moving and they made their way inside. As they walked into the darkness and to their seats Kayla let her mind drift into a well of peace. She was happy, she was content and she was not going to let this feeling go.
“Dean,” she called right as they sat down.
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
Dean hugged her tight, gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “I love you too. I do.”
That was all she wanted to hear. She squeezed his hands as they turned to the screen and watched.
THE END
Blue Eyed Daddy
Chapter 1
Anya Sho sighed as she crossed one leg over the other and bent her head forward in concentration. Anya had just turned twenty-one, but instead of celebrating like she wanted to, she had a paper due in a few hours for a history class she was taking in college.
When her best friend Lisa suggested she come over to her house for a study session, Anya had jumped at the chance to escape her dorm, and the weird smells that emanated from it.
Her best friend of four years, Lisa, nearly tripped over her long legs on her way to the bathroom. Anya mumbled apologetically as she stared at her legs and wondered.
She knew that she got her height from her mum’s side of the family. Her mum was a pure Russian with the traditional supermodel good looks, and even though Anya had inherited some of her mother’s genes-the blonde hair and blue eyes- that was where the similarities ended. Instead of being tall and willowy like most Russian women, Anya was simply tall, and what most people called heavy.
She wasn’t exactly on the thin side, and she didn’t mind because most American women were practically starving themselves just to get that elusive skinny supermodel look, but Anya knew that a lot of men actually preferred curvy women. Women with a little more meat on their bones.
Anya’s father, Han always told her that when she was growing up.
A sad smile made its way to her face as she recalled memories of her father. He was a small man from China who had come to America to take over his family’s restaurant. He was a quiet sort of man, not the type you’d notice instantly, unlike her mother whose mere presence demanded attention. They were an odd couple, but evenly matched in ways most people wouldn’t expect.
Which is why it was a surprise when he cheated on her. Anya supposed that in a way, she knew. Her mother worked long hours as a doctor, and her father waited up for her a lot, but doctors didn’t have set schedules, so more often than not, she’d come home late and go straight to sleep. Some days she wouldn’t come home at all.
Anya and her sister Alyona didn’t mind because they loved their mother regardless, but she supposed it was different for her father, who must’ve craved companionship. Anya imagined his small form waiting up day in
and day out for a wife who many people viewed as his superior.
It had broken her heart when she found out he had cheated on her mother because in a way, it had felt like he had cheated on his whole family. The divorce had gotten ugly, especially because Anya’s mother wanted nothing more to do with him, and he couldn’t let go of her.
When they finally got their divorce years later, Han had turned into a bitter man who frequently snapped at his daughters whenever they came to visit. He gradually started ignoring them and for a long time only stayed in touch with them just to ask them about their mother. Whenever it seemed like she was unhappy, he would try to weasel his way back in. Whenever she was happy, he cursed her name to the wind.
Alyona had eventually gotten tired of this topsy turvy relationship they had with their dad. She told him that when he was interested in learning about who she was as a woman then he could call her, but until then she wanted nothing more to do with him. With that, she had packed up her things and left. She moved to a quiet street in Boston with her husband and two kids. She had made her peace with the fact that she would probably never have the kind of relationship she wanted with her father, and for that Anya envied her.
Anya wished she was able to do the same, but for some reason, she was unable to.
She constantly found herself being sucked into his web, drawn in by honeyed words and whispered promises that he always hinted at, but never seemed to make. Every single time he’d dash her hopes and bring her crashing back down to Earth. Every time he did that, she’d vow to herself that she’d put a stop to it, and yet somehow, each time she told herself to walk away, something kept her back.
Anya began to nibble on the edge of her pencil as she underlined some things in her text book. Lisa emerged a while later with a tray filled with treats and coffee.
