by J. D. Chase
He’s one arrogant, son of a bitch! But he . . . Oooooh!
Xander was thrusting his pelvis in circles, grinding into her so hard that she could feel his hip bones pushing uncomfortably into her flesh.
‘That feels good, doesn’t it? But it’s not the fastest way to make you come so it looks like you’re going to be late for work yet again. In fact, I could do this all morning long and, if you’re lucky, I may even let you come. If you’re not, I’ll take you right to the edge and leave you screaming in frustration, time after time. That would teach your greedy cunt a lesson, wouldn’t it, Red? Me and my cock are in charge, not your dirty, sex mad, little hole and not you. And that’s the way you like it. I think deep down you were asking to be punished and taught a lesson because you’re an insatiable little slut, so I’m only giving you what you want.’
Isla scowled. She was already frustrated, at the height of her arousal, and he was stirring his cock around her pussy like a cook stirring broth. She had no doubt that his threat was real but she couldn’t figure out whether or not she wanted him to carry it out. Her blood heated further every time he spewed filthy talk and thoughts of him fucking her all morning almost drove her insane with lust, but she wasn’t sure about not being allowed to come. She’d had a tough enough time trying to come in the past and now that she’d found someone who could make her come at the drop of a hat, she didn’t want to experience another near miss . . . and, more than that, she didn’t want to run the risk of her body returning to its hard-to-come, pre-Xander state if she were repeatedly taken to the edge.
She almost smiled when she realised what she needed to do. Her stubborn, resilient nature came in handy sometimes, and so would her newfound ability to talk dirty.
‘If you’re going to teach me a lesson because it’s what I want, then isn’t that me ultimately being in charge?’ she asked innocently. There! She felt his teasing cock circles falter for just a split second. I’ve got him on the ropes! Now, to finish him and return to my corner as the victor . . .
‘And you’d be the loser. Your rock hard cock is demanding that you fuck me senseless, and it needs my juicy cometo lubricate its rough, unbridled thrusts into my tight, hot pussy. Your disgusting manwhore of a cock is telling you to try to fuck me into submission, to make my pussy worship its filthy fucking prowess, but you’re afraid of failing. So instead you want to play games, teasing me and denying me instead of fucking me boneless like a real man and showing me who’s in control.’
As she spoke, she felt his hands close even tighter around her wrists. By the time she’d finished, every muscle in his body was taut and she could see that he was trying to figure a way out of his dilemma. She wouldn’t give him a chance . . .
She wrapped her legs around his and began thrusting her hips up and down. ‘Fuck me, Xander. Fuck me into the mattress and then fuck me some more. Fuck me until I can barely walk into work. Then every time I move today, I’ll feel where your cock has rubbed me sore. That’s if you’re man enough, of course!’
‘You asked for it, you dirty fucking slut. I’m going to fuck you without restraint, my way. I’ll show you I’m more than man enough. You do remember what to say if it gets too much, don’t you, Red? I wouldn’t want you passing out or getting overly hurt because you’re a stubborn bitch who loses all common sense rather than losing face.’
‘Yes,’ she snapped. ‘But please, you’re boring me stupid. I thought you were meant to be showing me what a real man you are . . . you sound more like a worrisome old woman. Perhaps I’m too much of a woman for you. Perhaps I need to get out there and find a real man, not a pervert pretender.’
With a roar, he pounded into her; a stream of filthy insults and curses flowing from his lips. She began to wonder what the hell she’d done as her body writhed and shook from his unrestrained onslaught but then, as she soared from one mind-blowing orgasm to another, she became incapable of rational thought.
Her solid wooden bedframe began to squeak progressively louder and she could feel the headboard swaying precariously under her hands. His fingers were still wrapped around her wrists and she could already feel the bruises.
Crash! The footboard of the bed collapsed, sending the mattress sliding down towards the floor but Xander didn’t break his stride. He didn’t even appear to notice. Isla couldn’t keep a hold of the headboard as the mattress slid because it felt like her arms were coming out of their sockets. She released it with a cry, noticing that Xander had let go of her wrists when she cried out and was now grasping the top edge of the mattress. She wrapped her arms around his muscular back instead. As she came hard, she felt her fingernails dig into his flesh and she began to rake them slowly down his back.
‘No,’ he growled and shook her hands off. ‘No marks.’
She was about to protest but one of his strong hands wrapped itself around her throat and applied gentle pressure. For a second, she felt panic but her pussy clamped down harder than ever on his cock. His voice distracted her. His hand relaxed a little and his pace slowed. It was uncanny how he seemed to read her mind.
‘You look so fucking sexy, pinned under my hand while I try to sate your whorish pussy. I felt it spasm around my cock. You like it rough, don’t you, you filthy slut? You like it rough with me, knowing that I’d never push you too far, that I’ll read your body if you can free your mind. You love to feel me marking you as my slut as I show you that it’s okay to let me take control and give you what you need, just as you’re giving me what I need. Your body was made to drive me insane with lust and need, just as it was designed for rough, animalistic fucking. Let me push your body to its limit and I’ll redefine ecstasy for you. I love fucking you, Red, and I really, really need to come inside you as I hold you still so that you can absorb the full intensity of me. Can you do that?’
His words both reassured her and made her want to squirm. She nodded then stared at him with wide eyes once more as his hand began to tighten around her throat.
‘Don’t think, Red. Feel my cock . . . is it banging against your cervix yet? Feel my heavy balls slapping against that magnificent arse that’s mine for the taking. Feel the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had building inside you. Prepare yourself for one last, earth-shattering, mind-blowing climax as you milk my balls dry, showing what a good little slut you are. My good little slut . . . now you’re going to feel the full, brutal force of a real man . . . and you’re going to fucking love it.’
He pushed her legs together, placing his outside them, then he picked up the pace until he was furiously ramming his cock into her like a piston. And all she could do was lie there and take it. His hand at her throat now tightly pinned her to the mattress. She could feel pressure against her windpipe – not enough to make her choke – but she felt the constriction with every breath. It was something entirely new to her and she couldn’t deny the effect it had on her pussy. It was yet another display of dominance, of him being in control whilst pleasuring her more than she’d ever experienced before. It was also exhilarating because it had a feeling of danger associated with it . . . if he squeezed too hard . . .
‘Just feel,’ he growled. ‘Feel and come, my dirty little slut.’
And she did . . . she came like a train with no brakes. Her body, restrained by his, concentrated her intense orgasm on her pussy until it felt like it might explode. She felt hot squirt spraying on her thighs and her belly, and still her pussy spasmed with the force of yet another orgasm. Their cries and curses filled the air as she tried in vain to wriggle and writhe out from underneath him. Her attempts pushed him over the edge and he slammed into her until his aching balls were empty and he collapsed on top of her. Belatedly, she realised that her nails had sunk into his back and she quickly removed them, praying that he hadn’t noticed. They lay there for several minutes, not speaking, just recovering.
‘Sorry, Red. It looks like you’re going to be late for work,’ he muttered as he kissed the side of her neck, just below her ear.
‘No way,�
� she panted. ‘Stop that right now, you sex pest!’
‘You reek of sex. Can you smell the scent of both of us as it drips from your beautiful pussy? A pussy that I cannot get enough of . . .’
She wondered if he was winding her up but she wasn’t about to take chances. She pushed him off her and glared at him when he laughed. She stood, and winced. If she’d thought she was tender the day before, then this was a whole new level of tenderness. Her pussy burned as though it was on fire. Wanting to jump in the shower, she turned and stopped in her tracks. She surveyed the scene of total devastation that used to be her neat and tidy bedroom in horror.
‘I hope you can fix that bed,’ she muttered as she crossed the room walking with her thighs a little apart.
‘Just so I can break it again?’ He wore his trademark lascivious smirk, making her shake her head.
‘Next time, we do this at yours. Where do you live exactly?’
‘Cambridge,’ he replied, adding quickly, ‘But that’s too far away and I own two hotels so we’re hardly likely to run out of beds.’
‘Oh my fucking God,’ she cried as she saw the rest of her once immaculate flat. ‘Even a hurricane doesn’t leave a trail of destruction like this!’
Her home did indeed look like the scene of a natural disaster. Tables and chairs were upturned; lamps, framed photographs and ornaments lay abandoned on the floor where they’d fallen; and even the pictures on the walls were crooked. She found her robe on the floor in the hallway, along with his discarded clothes, and the kitchen . . . well, she couldn’t even face setting foot in there.
She retreated to her bathroom. It was a sanctuary of calm and order since it was the only room that had escaped their fuckfest the night before. She stepped into the shower and had to turn the temperature down. Certain parts of her were just too sore for hot water. And certain parts of her felt extremely tender to the touch, she realised as she soaped her body and washed her hair.
As she reached for her towel, she noticed bruising coming out around her wrist. She checked her other wrist and found the same pattern emerging. She felt irritated at first, as she’d have to wear long sleeves until they faded away, but then she felt herself rubbing her fingertips over the bruises as flashbacks of their no-holds-barred fucking flooded her mind. I guess it’s a small price to pay.
She dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her hair like a turban. She wiped the condensation from the mirror and did a double take. Her wrists were suddenly the least of her worries – she had bruises appearing on her throat!
Oh fuck! How the hell am I supposed to hide them? At this rate I’ll be turning up to work wearing a wetsuit!
She stomped, albeit gingerly, back into the bedroom, and found Xander straightening up the room. She thought he’d fixed the bed until she noticed that the frame was propped up on piles of books, taken from her bookcase. Normally, seeing her beloved books like that would have induced some sort of a panic attack but she had other, more pressing things on her mind.
‘Look at the state of me, you bastard!’ she shouted.
He looked from her proffered wrists to her neck as she turned her head this way and that.
‘Fuck, you look beautiful, Red . . . you have no idea how arousing the sight of you like that is. And how proud I am that you’re wearing my marks like battle scars. Aren’t you proud to wear them?’ He looked genuinely confused.
She wanted to throttle him. Ironic really since I’m the one with the bruises around my neck!
‘Xander, I have to go into work like this . . . stop thinking with your dick and try to engage your brain . . . and think about the problem for just one second,’ she ranted. ‘I can cover my wrists with a long-sleeved blouse but my neck . . . what the hell do I do with that?’
‘Leave it and let people gossip?’ He shrugged, but from the look on his face, Isla knew even he thought it was a lame suggestion.
She strode over to her wardrobe and began to slide the hangers along, working from one side to the other with increasing desperation. Eventually, she pulled out a black cashmere turtle neck jumper. She hadn’t worn it since putting on the extra few pounds because it had already stretched across her ample breasts.
‘There you go. Panic over,’ he grinned, looking like a mischievous schoolboy. ‘Now nobody will know they’re there except you and me. It’ll be our horny little secret. Speaking of horny . . .’
She felt the air between them charging and changing. He watched her with hungry, stormy grey eyes, looking like a predator about to ensnare his prey. She knew how it affected her and might’ve weakened, but at that exact moment she was so mad with him that it seemed to dilute the affect he usually had on her.
Can he switch that power projection thing on at will or is he always horny? Well, I don’t care – that’s his problem because if I weaken, he’ll probably put even more marks on my body. And we’ll never make it into work.
So, ignoring the desire pooling in her lower belly, Isla just glared at him as she snatched a pair of black trousers off their hanger, putting up an invisible force field to protect herself from his seductive stare.
She turned her back on him and began to dress. Xander stood there for a second, then seemed to realise he’d underestimated her resolve. She knew he loved her feistiness, and her rebuttals only made him desire her more. Thankfully, common sense prevailed and he left her alone and went to take a shower.
By the time he returned, she was dressed, had dried and attempted to style her unruly wavy hair, and was putting the finishing touches to her make-up.
‘Fuck me backwards!’ he exclaimed. ‘Forwards . . . sideways too! Did your tits grow even more while I was in the shower? They’re fucking huge!’
She turned to face him fully and found her stomach did a little flip. How can a man be even sexier with a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water running down his tanned skin, and his hair all tousled and wet than when he was stark bollock naked?
She shook her head, as much to clear the libidinous thoughts she was having as to answer his question. ‘It’s this damn jumper. It’s too tight.’
‘Where those tits are concerned, there’s no such thing as too tight!’
‘It does a good job of showing off my fat stomach too,’ she said wryly.
‘Oh shut up! Your body’s incredible, Red. You’re a real woman, inside and out. Have you heard me complaining? I love your body. Every inch of it.’
She frowned, wanting to believe him but body issues weren’t that easy to overcome.
He sighed. ‘I could tell you over and over but you wouldn’t believe me. The only issue with your body is in your head . . . oh, actually it’s an issue for my cock too.’ He held the towel open so she could see for herself the issue her body had caused.
She laughed and shook her head. ‘You don’t have a sex drive . . . you have a sex cruise control!’
He advanced towards her.
She’d managed to fob him off once and she doubted very much that she’d be able to thwart his advances when she said, ‘Oh no, Mr Rhodes . . . no you don’t!’
He stopped in his tracks and his expression hardened. ‘What made you call me that? How do you know my surname?’
It felt to Red like an interrogation. ‘When I answered the phone in your office, the caller asked for Xander Rhodes. Why wouldn’t I call you by your name?’ She lowered her voice to a whisper and joked, ‘Was it supposed to be a secret?’
He smiled, but it seemed forced somehow. ‘Don’t be silly. It just took me by surprise and you sounded like someone else for a second.’
Isla tilted her head to one side. ‘Oh yeah, who?’
She saw his jaw clench before he snapped, ‘Doesn’t matter. It’s not important.’ He turned his back on her and began to pull his clothes on. ‘We’d better get to the office. It looks bad for management to keep rolling in late.’
Isla frowned, thinking that there was more to it than he was letting on. Perhaps I reminded him of an ex . . . pr
obably best to avoid calling him that again if that’s the reaction I get. I wonder whether he’s always gone for curvy ladies . . . whether he’s always been into such aggressive sex . . .
She reined her thoughts in, not wanting to think of him with someone else. And then, just as quickly, remembered that he wasn’t hers. She just hoped that he wasn’t fucking other women at the same time as her . . . he had a hotel to give him the perfect opportunity . . . well, two hotels actually. She briefly thought about asking him about whether he was prepared to be loyal to her, although they weren’t in a full relationship. What they had was purely about sex . . . he’d made that clear enough and it suited her too – no risk of getting hurt without being too lonely. Perfect . . . unless he was fucking around.
‘Ready?’
‘Hmm. What?’ she asked.
‘Are you ready to go to work? You remember, the place you go to every day and it pays you wages at the end of the month?’ He was clearly back to his usual irritating state.
‘Sorry, I find that my boss works me harder outside my place of work. It gets confusing.’
He grabbed a handful of her arse and gave it a squeeze. ‘That sounds like a challenge, Red. Perhaps I’ll work you harder than ever in your place of work today . . .’
She frowned, feigning confusion. ‘We are talking about sex aren’t we?’
He grinned and murmured, ‘You’ll have to wait and see,’ as he headed for the door.
They emerged into glorious sunshine and Isla could feel the heat of it on her face. Oh great . . . I’m wearing a tight woolly jumper and it’s going to be a hot day. Well, he can turn the air conditioning on in his car so I’m not roasting before I even get to the office!
She followed him into the car park and frowned when he walked to a strange car . . . a small hatchback that was a good few years old. She couldn’t see how he was going to fit his tall frame into it.
‘What’s with the car?’ she asked. ‘No V8 throb for me this morning? Although that’s probably a good thing after what you’ve done to my poor pussy over the last forty eight hours!’
