Convincing Bet

by K. S. Adkins

  “I’d believe you. Although, the bathroom is way over there.” I motion with my free hand.

  “Where could I take you? And don’t say the bathroom. You’re too good for a fuck in the shitter.” he whispers in my ear.

  Sinking my hands in his hair, I lean up to get close to his ear. “You could take me here with these people watching if you wanted to. I’m good to fuck anywhere.”

  “You’d let me?”

  Reaching my hands down, placing one on his ass and the other on his cock, I smile up at him. “Oh, I’d let you.” Dipping me back and running his finger between my breasts I can feel the desire building. It hurts it’s so strong. I needed to fuck this man, this stranger, the one in between jobs. I’d allow him to fuck the hurt away and when it was over I’d go back to existing with at least a good memory as a buffer.

  “Why would you let me? I’m nobody.”

  “Neither am I,” I assure him. “We don’t need a reason to fuck. It’s what we both want, Rio. I can feel it. You strike me as a man who likes to take a woman to the brink, test her, and bend her to your will. I can feel it in you, I’ll let you take me but I’ll make you work for it. You don’t have the ability to break what’s already broken. You’ll have free reign with me. Fuck me tonight and I’ll ruin you for other women, I promise.” when he stays silent I push harder because I know he’s devouring my words. “After tonight every women you bend over, make scream your name and leave your mark on, it’s me you’ll remember. We won’t be able to forget each other and you know it.”

  “Tonight is all you’ll give me?”

  “Yes,” I admit. “Tonight is all you’ll give me, too. I’m not meant for you, though there’s a part of me that wishes I was. Give me tonight, Rio. Whatever you want to give me, I promise you, I can take it. But I won’t stick around after.”

  “What if---”

  “I’m giving you permission to use me. That’s it. I’m not offering my heart, because I don’t have one to give you.”

  “Whatever I want?” he groans pulling me back to the table where he throws cash down. Grabbing the bottle, we take it with us as he leads us down the stairs toward the water. Rounding a set of bushes, we’re shrouded in total darkness, minus the glow of the moon.

  “Whatever you want,” I confirm taking his mouth hard. It’s a basic fact when a woman offers a man no holds barred sex that it’s not too often he’ll turn it down. When that same woman offers a man total control of her, she knows that he won’t say no.

  He can’t.

  Attacking me with his hands, he spins me around with my back at his front. “I’m gonna fuck you stupid,” he growls into my neck.

  “Never heard that one before,” I groan when he pinches my nipples.

  “No?” he asks pulling my hair. “Never had a man fuck you so good your IQ drops twenty points?”

  “Are you telling me that it’s possible? That you’ve done this?” I reply pulling his hair in return.

  “The women in the past didn’t have twenty to spare, Bet,” he says grinding into me, “If there’s a woman who needs to lose a few brain cells it’s you.”

  “Another first then?”

  “Yeah, now shut up,” he orders me, “and show me your tits.”

  Doing as I was told, I slipped my straps down exposing my tits to the cold air. For the first time in six years, I wasn’t freezing. The opposite actually, I was on fire and I liked the heat.

  “Pinch ’em,” he orders again.

  “Like this?” I ask twisting each nipple. “Don’t go quiet on me now, Rio. Break me.”

  He was watching me with hawk-like eyes. He was speechless, breathing heavy and he was savagely beautiful. For a moment I was worried he lost his nerve until he grabbed my hair, took my mouth and bit my tongue extremely hard.

  Oh yeah, he wants to fuck.

  Told ya.

  Don’t go quiet on me now, Rio. Break me.

  Fuck, I can’t say no to her, but for the first time in my life I don’t just want to fuck someone. I mean yeah, I want to fuck her but I don’t want it to be a one-time thing. She meant it too, after tonight she’d be done and I’d have to betray her sooner. I didn’t want to betray her yet, I didn’t want to betray her at all. I wanted her to want me. If she wanted me like I want her, it’d buy me more time to figure out how to rid both of us of Adrian while making her fall for me.

  All them years I was blinded by Rion’s light. Wanting just a bit of it to shine on me, maybe heal me. But it wasn’t the light I needed, it was the dark. Because the dark was what I was made of, it’s what I understood. Like me, Bet had a taste of the light. She knew what it felt like but she knows she ain’t ever getting it back neither. Bet said fuck the light and stayed in the shadows. I admired that.

  She wasn’t an evil person. That’s not what the darkness was about. Her light was stolen like mine was. Years of watching my old man beat my mother while she took it ruined me at an early age. He fucked other women, flaunted it in front of her so to spite him she killed herself. That fucked my old man up. Fucked me up too, he just didn’t give a shit and left me to fend for myself. Sick of being poor, I started stealing. It didn’t take me long to get good at it, turns out I had a knack. When my old man died I stole some more. At the height of my success stealing for Adrian, I was busted, looking at a serious sentence and offered a second chance by Rion’s old man, Senior, instead of jail time. Instantly, I had a family and I fell for her brand of happy. Everyone called her Junior and I did too, to her face. For a minute I called her Princess but she shut that down. Senior and Junior (both named Rion) took me in when no one else would have me.

  All them years, I loved her.

  She didn’t love me back.

  But as I watch Bet tweak her nipples because I demanded it, not for the first time I had to wonder if I really loved Rion or if I had my feelings mixed up. The thought of Rion doing this right now actually made my dick deflate. The day I said fuck it and kissed her, it pissed me off because it didn’t do shit for me but I had convinced myself it would. For years I told myself I loved her, that she was the one. I’m thinking now that I did love her, still do love her but I’m not in love with her. Because the feelings Bet stirred in me, no other woman ever has.

  Especially, Rion.

  Regardless of Bet thinking she didn’t have a heart, I knew she did. You could see it in everything she did. Bet was just lost and empty. She just needed the right man to fill her back up again. That man was me.

  “Lay down,” I order her. When she does, I watch as she opens her legs and crooks her finger. “Wider,” I tell her. When she complies, I run my finger up one side of her panties then softly over her slit. “Lock your knees up.”

  When she does, I hook her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her legs. Going down ain’t my usual preference ‘cause you never know what you’re going to get. When you whore yourself out like I did, the odds were never in my favor so I kept my head above water so to speak. But with Bet it was raw, it was filthy and it was pure sin.

  “I need more tongue,” she pants sinking her hands in the grass. Gently biting down on her pussy lip she bucks her hips. “Shit Rio!” she screams and I’m rewarded for it when I can taste her.

  “Again,” I order her. She lifts her hips up while riding out her orgasm and I dig my fingers into her while I suck her down my throat. She’s not even trying to be quiet and I loved that she didn’t give a fuck. Right now, I’d give my left nut for an audience for this show.

  Licking my lips, her legs drop and I crawl up to her. Kissing her, she sucks my tongue and mutters an “Mmm,” while she lifts my shirt up, which sets me off when she scratches me. Then she gently runs her finger over the stitches in my side and pauses. Shit, I forgot about those.

  “Later you’ll tell me what happened, yes?”

  “Yeah,” I groan. “Need to fuck you now.”

  “Fuck my mouth first,” she says reaching for me. With quick fingers she has my dick out and her m
outh on it in record time. Falling to my back she grips my balls and takes me long and deep. I can feel it rising too fast to stop it. Throwing her off me, I put her on her hands and knees, spreading her apart and without warning, I shove my dick in hard. Buried deep, I slap her ass and watch as she fucks me with my hands anchoring her. “You want this pussy bad don’t you?” she asks me.

  “Too late,” I warn her, “Already got it. Now I’m going to tear it apart.”

  “Do your worst,” she groans while her ass bounces in my hands.

  So I fucking did.

  I was technically a virgin when I met Alan. I had one stupid fuck up before we were married and I’ve never forgotten that nightmare. I was reminded of it when I closed my eyes and heard his voice. Every time I try and figure out how it happened, I vomit at the memory. I never told Alan the truth, I couldn’t. As far as he was concerned I was pure on our wedding night. In my heart, I was, so I didn’t break his with the truth. Since Alan, I’ve been with countless men. Though I can’t remember their names, I know after tonight there was one name I would never forget.

  Rio.

  A man whose last name I don’t know, a past I know nothing about; yet he has me coming repeatedly. He commands my body with aggression making me feel. Feeling anything scares me because I vowed not to, but I can’t hide from this. He spanks me hard but not too hard, he kisses me so deep I can suck his entire tongue inside my mouth, he pulls my hair to anchor me and he’s currently fucking the hell out of me.

  Coming again, I couldn’t even scream with it. I simply closed my eyes and let the pleasure run its course. When he begins to fuck me with force, my knees give out and he follows me down but never stops. Lightning cracks somewhere in the distance or maybe it was us. For me it didn’t matter. Him inside of me, owning me… even if it was just for tonight, mattered.

  “This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked,” he yells out. The declaration shocks me considering I’m a bit of a whore, but his dick is huge and I was positive that played a role.

  “Fuck it harder then,” I yell back, needing one more orgasm. He does but not hard enough. “God dammit, Rio! I said harder!”

  Something in him snapped. Grabbing my hair again, he pulls my head back hard and growls in my ear. “One time ain’t gonna be enough,” he says pumping into me. “You want it? You’ll have to fuck me again to get it.”

  Staying silent because his words terrified me, he gives me a taste of what he’s holding back from me. Screaming from the orgasm that snuck up on me, he bites down on my shoulder then challenges me again. “I’m gonna fill that pussy up right. When we get back, I’m gonna tie you down, gag you, then fuck you until you beg for me to stop. Think I’m kidding?” he asks but before I can say or do anything he raises me back up and fucks me so hard my eyes cross.

  “I ain’t kidding.”

  True to his word, he wasn’t kidding. The next several minutes were of him destroying me both physically and emotionally. He talked me through it, using the right amount of filth to keep me on the edge. When he tensed up and pulled my head back again, I knew he was going to come and I knew it would be electric. Kissing me deep and rough, he filled me up right as promised and when it was over, I was face first in the grass with a smile on my face.

  If this was holding back I was going to need a lot of wine, maybe some aspirin and definitely a visit to the chiropractor to survive the next encounter.

  And there would be a next encounter, Rio just guaranteed it.

  We were both shaken.

  Sitting alone in my room, I didn’t object when she said nothing and bolted for her own. Fuck if I knew what just happened. If she needed to get her head right, I couldn’t blame her because mine was currently a fucking mess. When I walked in, there was a note under the door and I ignored it. I had bigger things to work through then give a shit about what was on that paper. In my life I ain’t never fucked a woman like that. No holds barred, rough and filthy. I wanted to, but I never found one that I wanted to be around for more than ten minutes. She wanted harder, I gave her harder but not my hardest. Every man has that point where he knows it can go from rough to straight up abuse if he wasn’t careful. That line between pleasure and punishment. She wanted that, she was gonna ask for it. For me to unleash on her full force, I needed to know she was down for it. Say what you want, but I knew she wanted me to hurt her and I wasn’t sure I was able to be that guy.

  We fucked outdoors, in the God damn shrubbery. Never once did she say no, beg me to stop, or run away crying. The opposite happened; she said yes, begged me to do it harder, not to stop and when it was over? She fucking purred.

  After I helped her up, I didn’t even have time to get the shit out of her hair because the sky opened up on us. She didn’t make a run for it though; instead she tilted her tiny face up to the sky and closed her eyes. A crack of lightning had me taking her hand and pulling her back to the cottage. She may not care about her personal safety but I did. Now she’s over there and I’m over here. Do I knock on her door? Apologize? I didn’t know but when there was a knock on my door, I supposed my question had been answered.

  Opening it up, she’s standing there bare foot in her robe looking innocent when the grass stains on my jeans say otherwise. With a bottle of wine in her hand, she looks up at me and whispers, “Hi.”

  Pulling her inside I take the bottle, set it on the table and push her up against the wall. She doesn’t protest, instead she pushes me back to where I’m against the wall. I almost laughed because she’s maybe five foot four and I’m six three but she’s mighty strong for a little thing and I dug that too.

  “Is that offer still on the table?” she asks reaching boldly into my boxers.

  “Which offer?” I groan as she strokes me.

  “The one where you tie me up, gag me and fuck me until I beg you to stop.”

  “You ain’t one to beg are you, little Bet?”

  Squeezing my dick hard, she bites my nipple then licks the sting away. “No,” she whispers, “I’m not. Not usually anyway.”

  “You want me to change your mind then?”

  “Yes,” she says jerking me off. “More than anything, I’d like you to try.”

  Lifting her up I take her to the bed. Most of what I said was bullshit, right? I didn’t travel with ropes and shit, but I could fuck her like we both wanted. She shocks me though when she removes the cloth belt from her robe.

  “Here,” she says handing it to me. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  Sweating a little, I assess the situation. It’s true I wanted to do these things, I just never have. Especially with someone as sexually open as she was. In the past, shocking women was easy, too easy. Most would back down with explicit dirty talk but not her. She watches me, waiting to see what I’d do next. Truth was, I didn’t know.

  “Another first?” she asks calling me out on it. “It is for me too, but we can figure it out. Start with tying my hands together.” She instructs crawling back onto the bed. Doing as she says, I wrap her tiny wrists up and immediately she starts to squirm.

  “Hurry,” she moans, “I need you to fuck me, Rio.”

  Squaring the knot up, she falls back onto the pillow and opens her legs. “Stuff something into my mouth,” she moans. “As long as it’s not underwear. I don’t care, just do it.”

  “Shit,” I growl looking for something to use. Running to the bathroom I grab a wash cloth, dampen it up and when she nods, I fill her mouth with it. “This is gonna be rough,” I warn her. “Ain’t never fucked like this before, you sure ‘bout this?”

  She nods enthusiastically and I waste no time, getting inside those thighs. Opening her up with my fingers she hooks her bound wrists around my neck pulling herself up to watch me enter her. With her eyes on me and mine on her pussy, I slide my dick inside but I don’t let it rest there. No, I swing her legs over my forearms and start fucking her as hard as humanly possible. Her moans through the cloth are hot but it’s her God damn eyes that almost have me c
oming. Her eyes dare me to split her in half or break my dick trying.

  Sitting back on my heels, I pull her up while still keeping her legs anchored over my arms. Using my strength, I lift her up then slam her back down. I managed this for several minutes until my arms threatened to give out. Turning her onto her stomach, I lift her up and without words or niceties, I literally fuck her right off the God damn bed. When she hits the floor, I cover her with my body and fuck her again. She screams, she thrashes but she never begs.

  Perfect.

  Just as I’m about to come I grab her face, tear the cloth away and suck her tongue to keep from scaring the neighbors. Fire blazes through my balls, up my shaft and explodes into her. Biting down on my lip, she lets out the most erotic scream I’ve ever heard. Watching her pant and attempt to get her bearings, my dick continues to throb like a bitch but fuck if it’ll go down. Refusing to pass this rare opportunity by because I haven’t been this horny since I was in my twenties, I’m the first to stand. Picking her up, laying her back on the bed and turning her onto her side I move in and out of her just as hard but at an even pace. This time neither of us are frantic. We don’t speak, we aren’t as rushed and as far as I was concerned we weren’t done either.

  After this, I was keeping her.

  When I came again, which was a record I wanted to tell the world about, I cracked the bottle open and met her in the hot tub when she was ready. It didn’t bother me she was quiet; I imagine she has a lot on her mind. The one thing that bugged me though was wondering if she compared me to her dead husband, and since I have no manners I asked her. “You thinking about how he used to fuck you?”

  Closing her eyes, she whispers “No, Rio, I wasn’t. But thank you for the reminder that he’s dead and I’m still here.”

  “I didn’t mean it to come out like that,” I admit handing her a glass, “Was it good with him?”

  “He was my true first,” she says taking it from me, “Had he not died, he would have been my only, too.”