“Don’t apologize for that,” he replies just as softly, and I open my eyes to look up at him. “Honestly, the way the guys were looking at you last night … made me mad with jealousy.” My eyes widen at that. “I wanted to lay you over that table.” I swallow thickly knowing where this is going. “Push up that dress and fuck you right there in front of Rox.” Why does that thought turn me on? “I wanted them all to know it’s my name you scream out when you come. It’s my cock you like in that tight pussy.” I inhale sharply. “Don’t be ashamed to be jealous, Taylor.” He lifts his hands and pulls mine away from the sheet. It falls down to the floor around my feet. His dark blue eyes look me up and down, and he sucks in a breath. When his eyes return to mine, he laces his hands in my hair. Tightening them, he pulls my head back so my face tilts up toward him. He lowers his lips to mine and speaks softly. “Don’t be ashamed because I feel the same way about you. I don’t share what is mine, and you are mine.” Then he captures my lips.
I should be afraid of how territorial he is. I should shudder at the thought of how he wants other men to watch him take me and show them I am his property. But instead, it ignites a fire in me. It lets me know he wants me just as much as I want him. I’ve never felt this way about a man before, and I know it’s unhealthy. There’s no way we can have a future. I’m a waitress, and he runs a club and sells drugs, but I kiss him back with everything I have. I wrap my heavy arms around his neck, and I pull him to me as if I could become a part of him and he a part of me.
My knees weaken as he tilts my head to the side with his hands in my hair and deepens the kiss, stealing what breath I have left. Moaning, as he presses his hard cock into my stomach. It has me pulling at his shirt, needing to take this to the next level. Needing him inside me this very second.
He must feel it as well because he removes his hands from my hair and lifts me up, his hands digging into my ass cheeks. As he sets me down on my feet, I see we are in my room. I rip his shirt open; his buttons go flying and he lets out a growl. I undo his pants, and before they are even all the way off, he is on top of me on the bed. His hands are in my hair one second and then massaging my breasts the next. His lips are on mine, and then trailing down my neck. My mind goes blank, and my body can’t sit still. My fingernails dig into his back, and his teeth sink into my collarbone. I cry out as I close my eyes. My pussy throbs, and I lift my hips to meet his. I’m so wet for him it should be embarrassing.
His knees push my legs apart. He lifts his body off mine and then his hand is between my legs. I gasp as he pushes a finger deeply into me. He pulls it out and then this time thrusts two. My voice catches in my throat as I arch my neck and my nipples harden.
I’m in no mood for foreplay. “I need you.” I gasp as I run my fingers through his hair.
He all of a sudden pulls back and gets off the bed. I lean up on my elbows as I pant. “What’s wrong?”
He reaches down and picks his pants up off the floor. He digs into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. “Fuck!” He hisses before throwing it to the floor. He looks down at me breathing heavy.
I instantly know the problem. I nod my head to my nightstand. “Top drawer.”
He opens my drawer in a rush and I’m about to open my mouth and tell him to not worry about it, that I’m on the pill, but I decide against it. If he’s willing to take the time to use a condom, then I should let him. I’m already being a little slut, might as well not be a stupid one.
He turns to face me, and he holds up his right hand. I swallow nervously and my cheeks heat up when I see he’s holding my little pink vibrator. He arches an eyebrow. “Why do you look so ashamed?” The smile on his face is nothing short of amusement.
I lower my eyes to look at my bedspread. There’s nothing wrong with having toys, but him knowing I have it is what’s embarrassing. The vibrator appears in front of me on my bedspread, and I look up at him. He turns away from me and starts to dig through my drawer some more.
“What are you doing?” I ask nervously. Is he mad at me?
“I’m going to fuck you!” he says matter-of-factly as he pushes the drawer closed and stands. My eyes widen when I see he found my black sleep mask. I bought it the first night after I worked at Seven Deadly Sins when Savannah dragged me to Walmart for blue hair dye. I figured it would help me sleep during the day since I was working nights.
“Case …” I start to shake my head, and he reaches out to grab my arm. He pulls me over to him, and my body trembles as he begins to speak.
“I’m going to fuck you however I want.” The order sends a shock through my body, but I can’t help but shake my head at him. He runs his hand up the back of my head and grabs a handful of my hair. I close my eyes and my lips part as I pant. He’s so dominant, yet he makes me want to rebel. Just to see how far he will push me. “Say it!” he growls in my ear.
I try to free my hair from his grip, but he doesn’t let go. It just makes my pussy throb and my heart race. “You’re gonna fuck me,” I pant.
“How am I gonna fuck you?” His rough voice whispers in my ear, and I can’t help but reach down and touch my swollen pussy. I need him, and he’s taking too long.
His free hand grabs my hand between my legs and pulls it away. “You’re just making it harder on yourself, Taylor.” There’s amusement in his voice that causes me to open my eyes and look up at him. A smirk plays on his face.
“However you want.” I breathe. “Please, just fuck me,” I beg shamelessly. “However you want,” I repeat desperately. I just need him inside me.
He leans down, and his lips brush mine. “Was that so hard?” His tongue runs along my bottom lip. I go to lean in to kiss him, but his hand in my hair prevents it. I growl, and he chuckles once again. He’s driving me nuts, and he knows it.
All of a sudden, he lets go of my hair and pulls away from me. “Turn around and get up on your knees,” he orders.
I quickly do as I’m told. Without warning, he slips the black mask over my eyes covering me in darkness. My breath hitches and instinct has me reaching up to grab it, to remove it.
“No!” His hands grab my hands and pull them down from my face. I turn my face to look over my shoulder as if to look at him, but all I see is blackness. “However I want. Remember?” he asks, massaging softly up and down my arms. His fingers dig into my skin, and I let out a moan.
I nod my head. “Yes.” I lick my lips. I didn’t think I could get any hornier, but he keeps proving me wrong.
He lets go of me, and I hear some commotion before I feel the bed dip once again behind me. I jump when I feel his hands grab mine again. His chuckle informs me of his amusement. He likes to play with me. My heart pounds in my chest as he pulls them behind my back. He holds them in one hand for a quick second before I feel something thick and heavy wrap around them. His belt maybe? Once he removes his hands, I try to pull them apart, but something has bound them. “Case…” I rasp. “What are you …?”
“Don’t worry.” He remains behind me as he brushes hair off my shoulder. “I’m still going to fuck you, baby,” he assures me. “I’m just gonna play with you a little first.”
“Play?” I swallow nervously.
I feel him shift behind me as he presses his body further into mine. My legs shake nervously, and I breathe heavily. I whimper when I feel a hand between my legs. Seconds later, I hear a buzzing sound before I feel it against my clit.
My body jerks, and I gasp as the sensation sends a jolt through me. His other hand wraps around my other shoulder, and he places his hand on my throat. It forces me to lean my back into his hard chest as he pulls my neck back. He doesn’t cut off my air but holds me firmly.
