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by Tris Blake

  He stood as well and blocked my escape. “So, you’re just going to leave and not let me defend myself? You get to jump to conclusions, be judge and jury without hearing my defense?”

  I sighed and stared at the floor. “I’m not sure I can do this,” I whispered.

  “Do what? Have mind-blowing sex with me?”

  “I can’t keep my heart from getting involved, Ben,” I choked out. I scurried around him. See, more proof of how stupid I am. I can’t even keep my own emotions in check. And if I was this big a mess after two days, imagine what more time together would do to me if it ended.

  I am apparently determined to blow this good thing.

  He grabbed my arm.

  “Emma, stop.”

  My body once again did as he demanded. How did he have such a hold on me? He yanked my arm to force me to face him and lifted my chin with his forefinger.

  We’d only been fucking for two days. I didn’t want to destroy what we had, but my stupid self wouldn’t obey me either. It’s as if I’d lost all common sense around him.

  “I want your heart involved in this, dirty girl, because mine already is, too. I want honesty between us, Emma. I already told you I’d been fighting my attraction to you for months. I thought if I had you, I could get you out of my system.”

  “And am I out of your system yet?” My voice broke. Yep, stupid girl.

  “In no way are you out of my system, Emma. Not by a long-shot. I’m not sure I’ll ever be free of you. I can’t seem to get enough.”

  I vibrated with sudden joy, but I had to be sure in order to move forward. “Then does this mean we’re exclusive?”

  “Yes, dirty girl. I don’t share. I don’t expect you to share. Feel better?”

  I nodded and smiled. A tear traced my cheek.

  He wiped my face, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me almost brutally. His tongue invaded and fucked my mouth. I sucked him in turn and swirled my tongue around his. My heart thumped against his. My pussy gushed.

  He pushed me to arm’s length. His nostrils flared. I knew he smelled my arousal. I couldn’t hide my response from him. He dropped to his knees before me. His hand wrapped around my ankle, slid up my calf, further until he cupped me. He growled to find me bare and soaked.

  He rumbled, “Dirty girl, I’m going to devour you.” He rubbed me which made my knees weaker. “Promise you’ll talk openly with me, Emma. In order for this, us, to work, we both have to be truthful with each other. I want to protect you, even from me, if need be. I want to fulfil your fantasies, but you must talk to me, tell me if I take things too far. Or not far enough. You must tell me if I do something that hurts you, and I will do the same. Understand? Open communication from now on. In the bedroom or out.”

  “Yessir.”

  He groaned with my reply, leaned forward, and devoured me as he’d threatened. His nose knocked against my clit as he tongued my canal. When he added his fingers to the mix, the orgasm came quickly. My knees buckled.

  He caught me and lay me on the floor. I lay limp as he removed my dress. I spread my legs further as he knelt between them to feast on my flesh again. My hips rose, bucked against him as another orgasm shook me to my core. I came back to myself to find him kneeling between my legs.

  I smiled.

  He grinned in return.

  “Bend over the sofa, dirty girl.”

  I scurried to do as he asked. I wiggled my booty at him as I took position over the couch back.

  “Such a dirty girl.”

  I gushed for him, waiting to find out what he’d do as I heard his belt jingle, then the thud as the buckle hit the floor. I heaved. His hands rubbed my ass cheeks, then squeezed. I moaned, squirmed. I needed his touch in my crease.

  I yelped when he spanked me. “Ben?”

  “If it gets to be too much, say yellow, and I’ll slow down. Say red and everything stops. Tell me the safe words, Emma.”

  “Yellow slows it down, red makes it stop. Are we in a Dominate/submissive relationship?”

  “I don’t like labels, dirty girl. We do whatever feels good to each other. Now spread those legs further, baby.”

  I spread for him, eager for whatever he planned.

  “Good girl.” He groaned behind me. “So wet. You need this, Emma.”

  I could only whimper. He palmed by fleshy globes. I sighed. The warmth of his hands left me.

  “Don’t you dare come without permission.”

  Crack.

  “Ouch!” I cried out in surprise, then whimpered as he massaged my flesh. Another crack to my left cheek made me gasp, but he again kneaded the sting away. He alternated his hits between each butt cheek, rubbing between to ease the sting. And I became even wetter with each strike. I heard Ben groan behind me.

  “My dirty girl likes to be spanked.”

  “I like everything you do to me.”

  I screamed when he shoved inside me unexpectedly. Then his hand lashed my right cheek. I clenched around him.

  “Fucking perfect,” he slurred, driving into me so hard I almost tumbled over the sofa.

  Every time he pushed inside my heat, he smacked my ass which forced me to tighten around him, and made him groan. My skin burned.

  And I loved it.

  He grabbed hold of my hips as he pounded into me. I screamed into the cushions as my orgasm rose.

  “I need to come, Sir.”

  “Do it, dirty girl. Come all over my cock.”

  I did. I even squirted for him.

  “Fucking perfection,” he growled. The next thing I knew, he’d bent down behind me, licked and sucked my juices until I orgasmed again. “Did I tell you to come again?” he scolded.

  “No, Sir. I’m sorry. I think I need to be punished again.”

  He groaned. “You are killing me, dirty girl.”

  His hand smacked my ass again. I jerked even when I expected the blow. He didn’t waste any time issuing my punishment. After several slaps without any reprieve or massage between, my ass stung, and tears pricked my eyes.

  I also knew I was wetter than I’d ever been. Then I felt his tongue stroking over my hot, sensitive flesh. I groaned.

  “I need your cock, Sir.”

  “You’ll wait,” he hissed, and bit my abused butt cheek.

  More wetness ran down my legs. Good grief, I’d become a slut for him. He teased my opening with his fingers. I could hear the squishing noises as he tormented me until I couldn’t remain still, and lifted to my tip-toes trying to escape his cruelty.

  “Be still, dirty girl or suffer the consequences.”

  I didn’t think my poor ass could take it, so with a whimper, I stilled as he worked me over. I gasped, panted, even tried holding my breath to remain still and keep from coming before he’d given permission.

  I just couldn’t do it. I shivered, wiggled and pushed my ass back so his fingers sank deep inside me. I groaned. My relief was short-lived. He withdrew his touch, painting my ass with my own juices.

  “Please, Sir. I need you.”

  “I told you to remain still. You disobeyed.”

  I bit my lip. “I’m sorry, Sir. You make me so horny. Punish me if you must, but please let me come when you do.”

  He leaned over me to press kisses to my spine. “That you admit what I do to you is so hot, Emma. I can’t help but forgive you,” he chuckled and backed away. “Lie on the floor, dirty girl. Use your hands to hold your legs open. I want to see all of you.”

  My heart thumped, but I raced to do as he asked. I lay on the area rug on my back and bent my knees. I pulled my legs wide, exposing my nether lips for him.

  “Beautiful, Emma.”

  His fingers explored me as I held myself open for his inspection. My eyes rolled in back of my head. Then he held his wet digits to my lips.

  “Clean up your mess, dirty girl.”

  I opened my mouth. He pressed his fingers covered with my juices against my tongue. I sucked him clean as his eyes sparked. He lined his hard cock up with my cave
.

  “Ready?”

  I nodded. He shoved inside me. I screamed at the sensation of him filling me so completely. He fucked me so hard our bodies scooted across the floor. I knew I’d have burns on my back, but I could care less, and begged for more. Our fucking had sent us across the room until my head met the wall. I hardly noticed.

  “I’m so sorry, Emma.” His hand covered my crown to keep me from bashing the wall again, but he didn’t slow his pace.

  And I didn’t want him to.

  “Ben, I need to come,” I moaned.

  “Then come for me. Right now.”

  My body followed his demand. As I spasmed around him, he cursed and shoved so deep I went blind for a moment. He throbbed inside me, spurting over and over as he groaned. He soon collapsed over me.

  Before I’d totally recovered, he pulled free and lifted me to carry me around the sofa.

  “No more head banging for you, dirty girl.”

  I laughed as he placed me on the cushions.

  “I’m likely to stain the fabric.”

  Our mixed fluids dripped from my pussy.

  “I plan to paint everything in this place with our come.” He sat beside me and stroked wet hair from my damp face. “Move in with me, Emma.”

  I gasped. My body hummed with satisfaction. It wasn’t fair to ask this of me now.

  “Move in?”

  Though the idea thrilled me, I didn’t want to lose myself in him. It would be easy to do. I already felt too dependent on him and we’d only been ‘together’ two days.

  “Sure. I want you at my disposal at all times.”

  I frowned, unsure. As much as I wanted this, my stupid self—had doubts.

  “What are you thinking, dirty girl. Talk to me.”

  I sighed. “I’m afraid I’ll lose myself in you, and that then you’ll tire of me once I’m addicted.”

  He cupped my cheek. “I don’t want to take your individuality. I don’t expect you be my servant, but I do want you with me as often as possible. I want to be able to take you whenever, wherever I want. I need this. I think you need it, too.” He sighed. “I’m a selfish bastard, Emma. I want you addicted because I’m addicted to you.”

  My heart thumped with both fear and joy. “Please don’t fuck with my head.”

  “I don’t want to fuck with your head, Emma. I want to fuck your body. Every chance I get. I want you to move in with me so we can play at any time.”

  “Don’t you think it’s too soon? We hardly know each other.”

  “What better way to get to know each other than to live together? We are completely sexually compatible. I believe we are perfect for each other in every way. Let’s find out.”

  “Ben, I’m scared. If I give up my apartment, what if we don’t work out? Then where would I go?”

  “First of all, I’d never kick you out and leave you hanging. If we don’t work out, then I’d help you find a new place. I’m not so petty that I’d kick you to the curb with nowhere to go.” He sighed. “Keep your apartment then, but it’s wasteful for you to pay rent if you won’t ever be there, don’t you think? You’ll be staying here every night from now on anyway. You could put that money in savings or invest it instead.”

  It sounded oh, so good. I wanted to, I really did, but part of me still figured it too soon.

  “I’m afraid. I already feel too dependent on you. What if I get too clingy and you get tired of me.”

  He chuckled. “I don’t think that will be an issue. When is your lease up?”

  “Four months.”

  “Then keep the apartment until the lease is over. If you’re still unsure in four months, you can renew your lease and move back to your tiny apartment. If we’re still going strong, you give it up. Fair enough?”

  “Fair enough.”

  He smiled blissfully. “Excellent. I want to take care of you, Emma.”

  I brushed my hand through his sweat-soaked hair. “I want to take care of you, too, Ben.”

  “Good. Then it’s decided.” He pulled me to stand and led me to the wall of windows. “Put your hands flat on the glass, dirty girl. Thrust that ass at me. I need to be taken care of again.”

  I followed his demand with urgency. I felt his big head prod at my hole. His face appeared in the reflection over my right shoulder.

  “Keep your hands flat on the glass,” he demanded.

  I gasped as he lunged inside me. I pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. My heavy breathing fogged the glass before us. Our flesh slapping together stung my abused ass, but excited me more. Watching his fierce expression in the glass had me gushing for him.

  “Come Emma,” he strangled out as he pressed against me, flattening me against the cold window. I clenched around him with my own release, and I heard him groan my name again and again. I felt his rod throb inside me as he came with me.

  I’d never get tired of hearing him call my name in ecstasy.

  His harsh breathing slowed. He pulled away to lift me into his arms. He carried me to bed where he spooned me.

  “Sleep, Emma. I’ll be waking you soon for round two.”

  I smiled, ready to start this new phase of my life. I moaned as I fell asleep thinking of the daily pleasures he would bring.

  Then doubt jerked me awake.

  …to be continued…

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