“Then don’t say red.”
He waits for a few beats until finally, I nod. “I got it. Red means stop. Please don’t stop.”
He straightens, resting a hand on each of my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. My back arches, and his eyes scan over me before finally focusing exactly where I want him, and he smiles ferally. “Look how fucking wet my pussy is. Just begging to be fucked.”
I sob in anticipation, on the very cusp of begging and pleading for him to give me what I want. But luckily, I almost immediately feel him there, the head of his dick pressing inside, slowly at first, teasing and torturing. “Please,” I plead, wishing I had the use of my hands to push myself back against him. “Please fuck me.”
He doesn’t say anything in response to my pleas, but he does shift back and then drive forward forcefully until he’s pushed deep inside me. I sob in pleasure, rotating my hips as much as I can, silently begging him to move.
And just when I’m about to beg and plead some more, he does exactly what I want, pulling back and driving back in, the slap of his balls against my clit punctuating each inward thrust. I lay there face down, almost getting off on my own helplessnessas he pounds into me, the animalistic rut of his body driving me higher and higher while I moan and curse incoherently.
And I know this is exactly what he meant when he said pure, unadulterated, animalistic fucking. And I fucking love it.
He shifts behind me again, moving his knees closer to mine as I feel his chest press against my back. One of his hands moves to my inner thigh, anchoring him to me as his free hand moves to my clit. Then his voice is right there, a humming vibration in my ear. “This is what you wanted. Right, princess? My fucking dick hammering you. Touching you so deeply, it’s hard to place it as pleasure or pain?”
I sob, a deep moan building in my chest as his spearing dick hits the very end of me.
His fingers on my clit become firmer, faster, his dick now a rough staccato of pushes as that tension inside of me tightens. Then his teeth are on my neck, digging in, his tongue lapping a line up to my ear where he breathes, “You better fucking come for me after all your plotting and conniving. You use that quivering, pulsing cunt to pull my cum from me.”
Pleasure pulses inside of me, and then his hand moves from my inner thigh up to my breast, his forefinger and thumb pinching my nipple, and pleasure explodes inside of me. I thrash beneath him, a sobbing, drooling mess as my orgasm takes over, and I let it take me, not at all concerned about being embarrassed by my reactions, as he moans loudly in my ear. “That’s right. Holy fuck, that’s right. Pull it out of me. You earned it. All that cum, just for you.”
I’m still moaning, my body twitching and convulsing in intense pleasure as he continues to move inside me, and his fingers pinch and tease my clit and my nipple, and then he tenses behind me, shoved in deep as he moans, “I’m coming. That’s right, princess. There you go.”
The hot rush of him inside me has that pleasure ricocheting. I continue to writhe, only managing to quiet for a few long moments after he becomes completely still. Then I lie there beneath him, sweating, not caring that my hands are beginning to tingle from numbness due to their awkward position.
He slowly pulls out of me, his hands on my legs easing me down so I’m lying flat. Then he slaps me on the ass. “Don’t fucking move.”
I only move my head, and that’s just to turn and watch him leave the room. But soon, he’s back, carrying what looks to be a washcloth and a towel. He kneels behind me, saying nothing as he wipes the warm, wet cloth between my legs and then quickly uses the towel to pat me dry. Or at least as dry as I’m going to be, given the circumstances.
He moves to my side, quickly untangling my shirt and putting it back over my head as he helps me sit up. “Are you okay?”
I nod, still unable to speak coherently and not even bothering to try. He hands me my pants and then turns, retrieving his own clothing and quickly dressing himself as I struggle into my pants. He helps me stand and then backs up against the sofa and falls onto it, obviously exhausted.
I stand there rather awkwardly, completely unsure what the fuck I should say now as he lies there with his eyes closed. After a moment, I manage to say, “So we have a deal, then?”
He opens his eyes and glares at me. “I never fucking said that.” I grit my teeth, any itty-bitty warm feeling that I had left from my previous orgasm evaporating. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out as frustration and rage choke me. And then he smirks and adds, “You can let yourself out the same way you got in.”
My first instinct is to kick him directly in the balls. But then I take a deep breath and remember that I’m the one who brokeinto his apartment and admitted to intentionally invading his privacy after propositioning him with what may well be the most outrageous deal in the history of outrageous deals.
So, rather than resorting to physical violence, I grab my shoes and slide my feet inside before looking over at him as calmly as I possibly can while still seething. And then I clear my throat a couple of times before finally managing to say calmly, “I’m sure you need a bit of time to sort out all your big boy feelings about the situation. But while you’re doing that, don’t forget about the long history of men doing far worse to women than reading their medical records. And regardless of how painful you feel this arrangement might be for you, all you have to do is show up and do a specified job. All the real work will fall on me while you get the one thing you’ve always wanted.”
He doesn’t stop glaring at me, but some of the tension around his mouth and eyes has eased by the time I stop talking. But I don’t wait for him to respond. I just turn away, grab my bag where I had left it on the coffee table, and exit the apartment the same way that I’d entered.
4
A DECISION
REN
Well,that was a complete and utter mindfuck.
I don’t consider myself an overly emotional guy, and at this point in my life, I rarely allow myself to get caught up in drama or any type of business that might negatively affect my reputation. Of course, that’s not to say I didn’t dabble in drama and reputation-staining behavior in my younger years. And if I’m completely honest, the number of years where I didn’t give a fuck probably far outnumber the years where I attempted to fix my reputation.
So, Cassidy’s view on my overall character probably isn’t too far off the mark. Then, add into that the fact that the paparazzi drives a majority of the information she would find on me, and that would have my title as the biggest asshole in the world signed, sealed, and delivered.
I’m relatively certain she walked out of here at least an hour ago, yet here I am, still sprawled on this couch, staring at the ceiling in shock. Lord knows there’s a lot to be shocked about.First is the fact that she showed up at my apartment and broke in. Honestly, I wouldn’t have thought she had it in her.
Second, for her to have the balls to proposition a man whom she isn’t exactly fond of, knowing full well the likelihood that I’d tell her to get fucked and then send her packing without actually fucking her.
