Player

by T. N. King

  “Oh, fuck yeah. You know how I like it.” She lifted her pelvis up toward him as his fingers pressed into her deeper. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back, grabber her around her throat and squeezing her neck, then lightly slapping her face. She held her upper body up by her elbows, her chest heaving in and out, as she panted for more. “You have to fuck me. Please.”

  “Shut up,” he snapped. He let her go and pulled her brassiere down over her breasts, slapping them repeatedly before getting up and standing over her. He put his head down and looked at her with evil eyes. “Crawl to me, whore.”

  She crawled down off the couch toward him as he turned and walked across the room to his master bedroom. He continuously looked behind him to watch his sexy pet crawl to him and it made him hard. He waited at the door until she crawled through and he leaned down, slapping her ass with his bare hand.

  “Stand up,” he demanded. He opened his night stand and pulled an open mouthed gag out. He swung it around in a circle, watching her as she eyed the device. “Turn around.”

  When she complied with his wishes, he placed the gag in her mouth and buckled it around her head. He turned her back around and admired the way her lips wrapped around the open metal hole. “Comfy?” he asked.

  She nodded but he could see a slight fear in her eyes. He pushed her down onto her knees and unzipped his pants, pulling his raging hard cock out.

  “You, have been a bad girl, not doing what you are supposed to do. You know I have to punish you now, don’t you?” Her eyes flittered from side to side as her chest heaved in and out with the anticipation of what he was going to do to her. She had only been with Tristan a few times and each time was rough with new experiences for her. She loved his attention, but sometimes he was too rough and he never showed her affection.

  He stroked himself as he stepped closer to her, burying his hands into her hair and directing him into her mouth. She looked up at him as he moved in and out, her tongue trying to wind around it and pleasure him. He pursed his lips and clenched his jaw, then pushed himself in until his cock slid down her throat, closing off her air supply. He moved in and out with small motions until her eyes got wide. He pulled out and watched her gag before taking a deep breath.

  He smiled a mischievous grin and pushed back into her mouth, sliding down into her throat again and holding it there, moaning from the feeling her throat muscles were giving him. When he pulled out that time she gagged harder, saliva streaming from her mouth. He directed his cock toward her again and she shook her head no, putting her hands up and trying to tell him she didn’t like it.

  “Oh, darling,” he said, shoving her arms back down to her sides. “You need to learn a lesson. You failed me. So now I have to punish you.” She looked confused and he grinned. “For what, you say? For not properly seducing Jensen Dean that day in his office. You had one job.” He slapped her face lightly, repeatedly, until a soft pink hue formed. “Perhaps next time you will do as you are told.” He helped her up and turned her around, shoving her over the bed. Her ass was in the air and he repeatedly slapped her cheek until it glowed and she was wincing with each strike. She moaned and pushed her ass toward him. He grabbed her panties and ripped them off her, pushed her head into the mattress and roughly plunged into her, fucking her hard and relentless. “Is this what you want, whore?”

  She moaned continuously. He slapped her ass and fucked her hard until she showed signs that she was going to orgasm. He stopped and flipped her over onto her back. She had taken the gag off while her head was into the mattress. She situated herself on his mattress and spread her legs quickly. “Please, you have to give it to me. I’m so hot.” She reached down and slid her fingers along her wet skin but he grabbed her wrists, keeping her from pleasuring herself and he handcuffed her to the headboard.

  She was panting hard, needing to be satisfied. He crushed her with his body and entered her again, thrusting hard until they both moaned and screamed their way to a hard orgasm. He rolled off her, and grabbed a cigarette, lit it and propped his head up with his pillow, leaving her cuffed to the headboard.

  “We are failing,” she said. “The plan isn’t working.”

  “You already said that.” His tone was flat as he took a drag off his cigarette.

  She struggled to roll onto her side. “Don’t you care? You fucking sit there like everything is all hunky dory. I’m not the only one who will benefit from this, ya know.”

  “I am very well aware of that.”

  “I know how bad you want that bitch he is with.”

  The corner of his mouth rose at the thought of shy and innocent Megan Jenkins tied up at his mercy and broken into being his sex slave.

  “So petite. So demure. Mmmm.” He felt a stir in his pants as he remembered the way she teased him with her delectable mouth when she kissed him and acted so nervous to go much further. “I will make her my whore,” he said touching himself.

  “Down, Tanto. If this is going to work, we need to figure something else out. That bitch keeps going back to him for some fucking reason.”

  “I hate that guy. He has always taken everything that meant something from me. I will make him pay.”

  “And we will.”

  “We shouldn’t have drugged her that night.”

  “Hey, that was all you. I told you it was a bad idea when I saw Jensen there.”

  Tristan sat up and looked at Kristina. He pulled back his arm and backhanded her across her face. “Ow! What the fuck! Not in the face!”

  “If you would have kept the asshole busy enough, he would have stayed away from her! But apparently you can’t keep a guy too interested for too long can you?” He turned away and sat on the edge of the bed. “I could have easily gotten a hold of her.”

  Kristina felt the sting of his hand across her cheek and wanted to kick him but knew she wasn’t in any position to get away with that.

  “That night was supposed to be my night. I had it all planned out. By the time I was done with her, I would have had my fuck toy all to myself. I would have had her eating out of my hand. All I needed to do was talk to her. I know she was interested in me but I had to play it cool. When she passed out, I could have snapped her up and… Shit, the fun I could have had with her.” The thought of sex with Megan while she was out cold made him hard again. “I want her.”

  “So I’ve been told,” she said sarcastically.

  Thoughts of doing her in his car, in this bed where Kristina was at the moment, against the bay window with her ass pressed against the glass, out in public for all to see, aroused him further. “Paris was supposed to be my second chance but I couldn’t even get my pants off with her.”

  “Stop talking about her, and come fuck me again.”

  He ignored her as he fantasized about licking Megan’s taut little nipples while she struggled against his handcuffs. Teasing her with his tongue until her cries for freedom turned into cries for his cock.

  “Tristan,” Kristina whined. “My pussy is calling for you.”

  “Shut the fuck up. I’m trying to think of a plan.”

  “Fuck the plan…and fuck me.” She reached over with her foot and slid her toes along the back of his neck. He turned toward her and growled, slapping her breasts so hard that she screamed when the pain seared through her. “I told you to shut up.” He climbed onto the bed and crawled down between her legs, covering her mound with his mouth and licking her.

  She put her head back and moaned loudly, gripping the handcuffs and straining against them.

  Tristan vowed to get what he wanted, no matter what the price was going to be and no matter who he needed to railroad in the process.

  MEETING MR. DEAN

  PART THREE

  Meghan Jenkins has learned how to make it on her own. After learning some things about Jensen that didn't settle well with her, she left him, his mansion and the job she talked her way into. With nowhere to go and no job or income she decided to put her trust into Tristan Crawford. As she got
to know him, she began to realize he wasn't quite her type, even though he offered her the job of a lifetime, and advice that sounded good and wholesome at the time. She learns just what kind of man Tristan is but is it too late to pull back? Does she stay with Tristan in hopes of catching him in his own trap or does she go back to Jensen in hopes that her heart leads her down the right path?

  Chapter 1

  Megan stretched her stiff and tired muscles as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked around the room as events from the night before came flooding back. She smiled a sleepy smile and looked over at Jensen who was lying next to her. His eyes were bright and they seemed to dance.

  “Are you watching me sleep?” she asked.

  “I can’t take my eyes off you.” His fingertips traced her face along her jaw line and up over her cheek. “I didn’t think I was ever going to get you back.”

  “Keep wining and dining me like you did last night and I won’t be able to stay away,” she said sleepily.

  “Good. I will cater to you from now on then.”

  She stretched up to him and kissed his lips, hesitating before pulling away. When she did, he grabbed a hold of her and pulled himself up on top of her, crushing her with his body and surrounding her with his arms. His hands slid down each side of her and slid underneath her ass. He pulled her into him and buried his head into her neck.

  “What are you doing?” she giggled.

  “I am not going to let you out of my sight again.”

  “You should probably reconsider that.”

  “Why is that?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

  “I have to pee. I’m sure you don’t want to watch me do that.”

  “I don’t know. I bet it would be sexy,” he growled, leaning in and playfully biting her neck. She squealed and tried pushing him off her.

  “If you don’t let me go now, you’ll find out just how non-sexy it is because I will do it right here in your bed.”

  He quickly rolled off her and put his hands up. “You win.”

  She laughed and scooted her naked body out of his bed. He stared at her perfectly slender back and the way it contoured down into her heart shaped ass until she covered it with his shirt and disappeared into the bathroom. He propped himself up with his pillow, putting his arms behind his head and watched the bathroom door until she returned and sashayed back to his bed. She sat on the edge, pulling the covers up.

  “Where did my clothes end up?”

  “Honestly? I think they are on the roof.”

  She gasped, “No they are not… are they?” She got up quickly and looked in that direction.

  “Come here,” he said, jumping up and grabbing her arm. “We will worry about them later.” He scooped her up and pulled her back into his arms, throwing the covers over her and wrapping his body around her. They settled back into their perfect cocoon and she felt him sigh. “I could stay like this the rest of the day.”

  “It feels good,” she said, completely content.

  “Then let’s do it. Let’s fall off the grid and stay right here in this bed for the entire day.”

  “I think we would starve.”

  “What?” He sat up and looked at her. “You are worried about food?”

  “Honestly, I’m starving.”

  “I can’t believe it.”

  “What do you say, I make us some bacon and eggs?”

  “I say, that sounds amazing.” He lay back down and wrapped his arms around her again.

  She gave it a few more moments as she relished the closeness they shared.

  “I love you, Megan,” he whispered. “I always have.”

  She closed her eyes, loving how she felt in his life. “I love you,” she said, dragging her fingernails lightly up and down his arm. “But, if you want breakfast with me before I go, then you have to let me loose.”

  He started unraveling himself from her, reluctantly. Then he grabbed her and pulled her to him again. “Stay.”

  “What?” she smiled. “No, I can’t. I have a ton….”

  “No. I mean stay with me. Move back in.”

  She pulled herself away from him and sat up, scooting off the bed again. She buttoned his shirt up and looked around for her panties. “I am not ready for that, Jensen. I want to take this slow. Things are still tricky for me. Just give me some time, okay?”

  He nodded, reluctantly. He hated having to let her go again. He didn’t know what to expect or whether she would change her mind about him again. He rolled off the bed and picked up a small pile of clothes in the corner. “These are yours,” he said quietly, handing them to her.

  “Thank you,” she said awkwardly. She set them on the bed and pulled her panties back on underneath his shirt.

  He followed her out into the kitchen wearing his boxers and a clean t-shirt, sitting across from her and watched as she maneuvered around his kitchen.

  “You look good in my life,” he said, a big smile on his face.

  “Your apartment doesn’t look so good these days.” She picked up some old wrappers on the counter and tossed them into the trash.

  “It can all be yours again if you want your job back. You know that.”

  She didn’t say anything. She didn’t dare say anything more for fear of saying too much. She was still unsure about certain things and needed to ease back into his life. She still recalled the warnings Tristan gave her about Jensen and even though Jensen was telling the truth about Kristina, she didn’t want to jump back in until she was sure everything about Jensen was okay. She pulled the eggs and bacon from his refrigerator, noticing some strawberries and blueberries as well. She grabbed them and made a good breakfast, cleaning his kitchen as she did.

  They sat at the small table in the dining room and Jensen watched Megan almost devour what was in front of her as if she hadn’t eaten in days.

  “Wow,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Maybe I should fuck you more often. Seems as though it gives you a hell of an appetite.”

  “Funny,” she said with a mouthful of strawberry.

  “All I am saying is that it is nice to see you eating well. I was worried about you.”

  This time, it was Jensen who wasn’t eating much. He pushed a blueberry into the side of his egg and watched it spring back as he nibbled on a slice of bacon. She could tell he was bothered by something.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  He hesitated before saying anything, wondering how to bring it up delicately and without sounding too demanding. He didn’t want to lose her again.

  “I want to know where you work,” he blurted out.

  Megan froze, her fork half way to her mouth with a slice of egg on the end. She proceeded to put it into her mouth and take a drink of her juice before saying anything.

  “That night in Paris,” he continued. “You said you were working. Later, when I saw you with Tristan….”

  She put her fork down on her plate and folded her hands in her lap.

  “Was that a business trip or were you there with him because he asked you to be?”

  She nodded and looked up at him. “I am working at Crawford Advertising.”

  She saw the muscles in his cheeks flex as he clenched his jaw together when she confirmed what he feared was right.

  “You work for him.” He said in a statement more than a question.

  “Yes.” She didn’t want to tell him she was is personal assistant. “I needed a job. He was nice enough to offer me one that was available in his company. What would you have done?”

  He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

  “Don’t answer that,” she said putting her hand up. “It’s just a job.”

  “I don’t like it.”

  “I know but it’s fine, really. He is my boss. That is all.”

  “You don’t know him like I do, Megan.”

  “He has never tried anything.” She opted out of telling him that Tristan did ask her out, but she politely lied her way out of it so
she didn’t seem it was necessary to bring up.

  “Come work for me again. I will double your salary and make it worth your while.”

  “No, Jensen. I think the space between us will do us good, make us stronger. Besides, I like my job. I get paid well and the benefits are nice too.”

  The worry on his face deepened. She got up after grabbing another strawberry and walked around the table, leaning down and kissing the top of his head.

  “Stop worrying. I will be fine. He is just my boss. That is all. I am going to go. Will you give me a ride?”

  “You know I will. You don’t have to ask me.” He didn’t sound like he wanted to, but she knew he was still bothered by her choice to stay at Crawford.

  She gathered her things and they got dressed after cleaning up their breakfast dishes and he escorted her to his car.

  The drive was quiet. He held her hand and rubbed her finger with his thumb. When he pulled up in front of her apartment, he didn’t let go of her hand.

  She looked over at him. “Don’t look so sad,” she told him. “I will be fine. I promise.” She leaned over and kissed him, enjoying his hesitation of not wanting to pull away from her.

  “I have to go and take care of some things, but I will stop by later to see you.”

  “I can’t wait,” she said smiling. “I’ll cook for you again. Dinner? You can meet Lorena.”

  “Your roommate, right?”

  “Yes. You will love her.”

  “Sounds great. I will see you around six.”

  “Bye.” She got out and walked to the front door, turning around and waving to him before disappearing inside. He didn’t pull away from the curb until her door was closed.

  Megan danced down the hallway to her apartment and unlocked the door. She went inside just as a good looking twenty something year old dark haired man was walking across the living room toward the door. He smiled, nodded at her and left.