This time, he storms into the house downstairs and gets confronted by Berry. In a flash, he drops him with a single punch, laughs, then storms upstairs and bursts into my room.
I’ve just gotten out of the shower and am wearing nothing but a towel, which I drop as soon as I see him. He tears his shirt off with a single pull and stomps over to me, snatching me up like a doll.
His bulge presses between my legs, thick and knotted, brimming with lust and want. I groan as he pulls it out, so thick and amazing.
I’ve never even seen a real man’s penis, so all I can do is imagine…
I tell him,“Slowly,”but he doesn’t listen.
“No, I need you now.”
And then, he pushes inside me.
I moan into my hand as my fantasy causes my body to flush. I’m so hot I’m nearly sweating now as I twist around on the bed, my special toy getting me closer and closer to the edge.
“Tell me you want me,” I whisper.
“I want you, Ava. You’re my dream. My jewel. My angel.”
I may be putting words in his mouth, but they’re enough for me right now.
I imagine him on top of me, grinding his hips against mine, claiming me with his cock and making sure that I belong to him. His face tightens as he looks down at me, and that’s when I feel it…
…his release.
What does it feel like?I wonder. But there’s no time to think.
My own orgasm hits me like a meteor. I’m on fire as every muscle in my body tightens. Ripples of bliss tingle through me, pooling in my belly and heating my cheeks.
This time, I can’t stop myself from moaning. It’s loud, loud enough that I hear a noise from downstairs.
“Did you say something?” Berry shouts.
“No!” I call back as my climax continues to ravish me. Finally, as I begin to come down, I manage to drink a deep breath. I twist the top to my toy and set it back in the drawer, then take a magazine and fan my face with it.
Sometimes I wonder if I should feel guilty about wanting Rick. After all, I am a married woman.
But then I remind myself that I’m not. What I am is a slave. And even if he hasn’t taken me yet, the day will come when Berry will try, and if I’m not gone by then, what will I do?
“Rick,” I whisper, as tears begin to stream down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I need you.”
3
RICK
TWO MONTHS AGO…
I walkinto Grey’s and make my way to the bar. It’s packed tonight, which is not typical, and also not what I’m looking for when I’ve just got off work.
People say being your own boss is easy, but I’d guarantee none of those people have run their own landscaping and construction business.
I’m beat, and I need a beer. I find a stool and signal Brittany, the bartender. She gives me a nod and comes over with a full glass.
“You look worn to the nub,” she says, fluttering her eyes at me. Brittany’s had a crush on me since we first met. She’s nice enough but doesn’t do it for me.
We can be friends, sure, but nothing more. Something about her just doesn’t ignite that spark inside me. That spark I’ve been looking for that’s kept me an unmarried man at twenty-eight.
“Is that any way to talk to a man?” I ask, taking a sip.
