Anita
Uncertainty is beginning to kick in as we grab a taxi back to Dec’s after Mase’s intervention regretfully broke the moment. Although I should probably be grateful he did intervene or at least interrupt because without his arrival I would have probably shagged Dec there and then against a wall and most likely been arrested which I am sure would thrill my parents even more than my other recent behaviour. We are both quiet, but I am unsure if doubts are creeping in for us both or whether we’re so aware of the electric tension that I’m sure can be heard crackling between us that we can’t risk a word or even a glance lighting the touch paper that will see us ripping each other’s clothes off in the back of the cab, oblivious to anyone or anything else.
It’s no surprise when we pull up in front of a new and quite swanky looking block of apartments located a relatively short distance from Dazzler. I wonder if the location was part of the attraction in choosing his home and then question if he and Mase share their control freak tendencies. That would explain why they both live so close to their work, their businesses, although Mase lives in his office building so maybe he is more controlling than Dec who I realise is helping me out of the cab.
With my hand safely in his, we enter the secure building and head straight to the lift that comes to a standstill in a matter of seconds. We still haven’t spoken but as the lift door closes and I plan to speak, I am literally knocked sideways by Dec who has me pressed firmly against the mirrored wall next to the control panel. I have no idea how he has managed it, but the lift is already rising, much like my dress. Dec has one hand in my hair, angling my head so that it is in the perfect position for his mouth to capture it and his other hand is beneath my dress, sliding up my leg until he is cupping my silky covered behind. He squeezes my flesh quite firmly, but his powerful, almost painful kisses stop.
With his eyes firmly fixed on mine he tells me, warns me maybe, “I am very fucking pleased to find you at least have pants on, Cupcake. If you hadn’t, I think I might have spanked your sexy fucking arse until it glowed.”
I have never been spanked, neither of my parents have ever hit me or my brothers and I think it is unnecessary. I don’t understand the message it sends beyondI am bigger, stronger, and higher ranking than you so do as I say and want, or I will hurt you. I am especially confused when parents smack their children for hitting or fighting. That baffles me every time. However, now, in this moment I would happily bend over and welcome the feel of Dec’s hand on my behind and the breathy gasps and moans I am releasing seem to convey that to him who is still rubbing his hand over my behind, although a finger is slipping beneath the elastic of my underwear now. Instinctively I spread my legs to give him greater access to my body. I think he is going to accept the invitation when the lift comes to a stop and the doors open.
Released by Dec, my hand is now back in his and he is virtually dragging me towards a door that he quickly unlocks. He leads me in and instantly I am pressed against another wall, my third one tonight, but I am hoping we won’t be disturbed this time as our lips clash, and we commence battle once more. Dec doesn’t disappoint me when he pins me beneath his weight that is almost too much, but not quite and his tongue is already winning the almost familiar dance we partake in every time we do this. I force myself to divert my attention away from the fact that we have started this several times before and have fucked it up each time in spectacular style. Instead, I refocus on his hands that are everywhere, or at least that’s how it feels. His lips that are shaping my own, caressing them until they are moulded into the perfect shape for his while his tongue seems to work in perfect unison with mine, like they were made to find each other. Like they belong together. My tongue is submissive to his dominant one that is teasing, taunting and provoking mine to react, it doesn’t. It simply absorbs the feelings he evokes in me from my erratic breathing, hot and flushed skin, pebbling nipples and slick arousal between my thighs, taking whatever Dec gives it and it and I am beyond grateful for it. The sharp sensation of teeth grazing and then sinking into my full bottom lip startles me enough that I cry out in shock as much as anything. I am sure I taste the metallic tang of blood but before I have time to consider that further, Dec is drawing my lower lip into his mouth where he simply sucks it.
“Dec,” I say when he eventually releases my mouth completely to gaze down at me as he brushes the loose hair back off my face.
“Yes, Cupcake.” He grins, his white teeth clearly visible in the darkness of the hall.
“Take me to bed,” I shamelessly plead and like that, with no further words, he is leading me down a hallway to the bedroom I know I won’t be spending the whole night in, but I am okay with that. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.
Chapter 11
Declan
The sight of my lady standing before me in my bedroom is almost unbelievable. She is here, with me and so far, we haven’t fucked it up. I haven’t, and I have no intention of making any mistakes. I am incapable of taking my eyes off her, raking over her body, from her wide eyes that are clearly on board with everything I plan on doing. Her hugely dilated pupils confirm that along with her laboured breaths that are causing her chest to heave wildly, and I can’t even allow myself to imagine why she keeps crossing and squeezing her legs.
There had been some thought in my mind of taking this slowly. Really, really slowly, savouring every second of anticipation, but I am unsure if either of us can do that. I certainly can’t and the crook of my finger confirms that for me and her. I can’t hide the grin that is spreading across my face as she takes two small steps in my direction and then she makes a funny little noise that sounds like something between a kitten’s mewl and a growl as I reach for her to pull her close. I refrain from kissing her but have no idea how as I move my mouth to her ear where I lick, nip and suck in between teasing and taunting her with my words.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined this moment?” There is no response beyond her grabbing my shoulders, digging her nails into the muscles there. “I intend to make the reality better than any fucking fantasy. I am going to make you cry, scream, sweat and shout my name, Cupcake.” She whimpers as I move my hands up her back and grip the stretchy fabric of her dress, preparing to peel it off. “We are not leaving here until every single person living in this block knows my name. Until you have screamed it for them all to hear.”
She clearly likes dialogue because I swear, she is breaking the skin on my shoulders and neck and one of her legs has lifted to wrap around my hip allowing her to press herself against the denim covered firmness there.
“Oh, you like that plan,” I whisper with a laugh as I peel the fabric in my hands down her arms, exposing the naked skin beneath it. “You went out almost fucking naked.” I hiss, feeling angry at just how accessible her flesh was and the idea of anyone else doing this to her has my blood boiling as the fabric gathers at her hips. “Maybe someone needs her underwear checking before she leaves the house,” I threaten, not that I can guarantee I won’t be doing just that.
With her leg wrapped around me, her position allows me to stroke her covered sex with my hand that is between her thighs and preparing to remove her dress completely with a little help from my other hand that is sitting at her hip. My dick is lurching to be so close to her as I press firmly against the minimal fabric that is the only barrier between me and her and am rewarded with a groan and the feel of her pressing down against me. I am beyond thrilled and decide to encourage her to simply react to me by slipping a finger beneath the fabric as I issue the threat of underwear checks and find my finger coated with fresh arousal meaning my lady likes my idea.
I laugh against her ear, almost daring her to object to my suggestion as I slide my finger inside her. She doesn’t. Quite the opposite. She moans my name.
“I’m going to need my name louder than that for the neighbours, but you’ll get there.” My confidence causes her to whimper when I remove my finger from her body. I use both hands to push her dress down until it pools around her feet. “Oh, Cupcake.” I sigh appreciatively as I stand back and observe the vision that she is in just her pants and shoes.
I would like nothing better than to rip her pants off and bend her over to fuck her, hard and unrelentingly, but not tonight. It is my intention to fuck her for hours, making her come until she thinks she’s incapable of more and then I will do it again. She needs to learn a valuable lesson; she is mine and dancing with other men in clubs whilst barely dressed is not an option for her and neither is screwing other men like she has been doing for the last month or so. I ignore my conscience pointing out that I fucked anything with a pulse over the same period because that is different. I was doing it to forget her and just the idea, never mind the image I am now conjuring in my mind is just too much to bear, my lady being touched by anybody else. I really am beyond screwed here with all my Anita thoughts coming back to her being my lady. Yes, she needs to realise she is mine.
Circling her like my prey, I feel a rush, especially when I see her anticipation of what I might do rising so I make another full circuit of her before stopping behind her where I drop to my haunches and peel her pants down her hips and legs until they sit on her shoes. Slowly, I stand, tracing my fingers along the length of the back of her legs, enjoying the way I can feel goosebumps rising to the surface as I cover the expanse of skin on show. Once I get to her behind, I gently touch and stroke the smooth, firm tissue, briefly straying into the warmth and dampness of her arousal. Immediately she spreads her feet, granting me access.
With my mouth a hairs whisper away from her ear I ask, “Who’s touching you, Cupcake?” With the last word uttered I gently probe her slick sex.
“You.”
“Say my name!” I demand and she complies immediately.
“Dec.”
“And who is going to make you come?” She knows what I want, and she gives it to me in a slightly louder voice.
“Dec.”
As a reward I skim her clit and am rewarded myself with a low cry as her flesh tenses and trembles beneath my touch.
“And who is going to fuck you, Cupcake?” I slide my thumb inside her and begin to pump it in and out as I stroke her clit again. I actually think she is going to come on the spot. She doesn’t, but she does scream her reply.
