Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Hannah
“What if I had insisted we have sex at Sins?” I ask as I strip down naked before Armando, not giving him any doubt what I have in mind for the remainder of the night. Seeing all those naked bodies ignited something inside me. Something darker. More primal.
“I would have fucked you,” Armando answers, also removing his clothing. “But not like I plan on fucking you now.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, and how is that?”
“Harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.”
My heart double-pumps. My knees get weak. But I’m definitely having whatever he’s offering. “I’m not afraid,” I tell him, with a note of challenge. “I’ve taken it hard before.”
“Yeah?” He saunters toward me, his eyes dark with intent. “Prove it.” He sprawls onto the bed completely naked.
I smile and step up on the bed and crawl toward him, never taking my gaze from his. I circle my arms around his body. Deeply. Passionately. Wantonly.
He wraps me in his arms and flips me to my back, his tongue dancing with mine. He tastes like scotch, and it’s a good scotch, I can tell. I like the way it tastes on his tongue and the way he tastes on mine.
“Tell me what you want.” He lifts my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“I want it... kinky. Dark. I want to feel... submissive to you,” I confess, feeling safe to admit my darkest desires. “I don't want gentle. I don't want caresses. I want it dirty. The way you like to give it.”
I don't know what got into me and why the request is coming so easily. But we just left Sins, and if there is ever a time to completely let go, now is it.
“You want me to fuck you hard?” he pushes. “Push you around a little? Fuck you like the dirty little slut you just admitted you want to be?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I'm going to do all that to you and more.” His smirk is dangerous.
“Don't hold back,” I breathe.
“Roll over, I want to see your ass,” he orders, releasing me and climbing off.
“Like this?” I roll to my belly.
“Up on your knees, Flowers.”
I step up on my knees and bend over, then look over my shoulder at him.
“Exactly like that. Now spread your cheeks.”
I do as I'm told, and he strokes his hand over my ass. I hear the snap of the tube of lubricant and his slickened fingers slide over my pussy, his thumb at my asshole. I shamelessly push back onto his fingers, begging for more.
“You want this?” He slaps my ass hard with his other hand, then rubs the hurt away.
“Yes. I want you to fuck my ass.”
“What else, Flowers?”
“I want you to get rough with me. Fuck me so I can’t walk straight. Until I can't even think anymore. All night long.”
Armando growls and plunges his fingers inside my pussy.
“I want you to slap my ass until it’s red and sore.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re getting me harder than stone. What else am I going to do to you?”
“I want you to…” I almost don’t dare ask for this one. But it’s a fantasy I’ve had since the day he showed up in my flower shop.
“What, Flowers?”
“Choke me.”
“Yeah? I’ll choke you, baby. You want a hand necklace while I fuck you hard?”
“Yes, please.”
“You like a little fear with your sex? Want me to cut off your air? Or just pretend, baby?”
I grow dizzy, scarcely believing we’re having this conversation. That my fantasy is actually going to come true. “I want you to cut off my air... make me feel like you're about to end me. Like I'm about to die for you.”
The room spins. I’m terrified by my request, but I go on. “I want you to own me. Make me yours and only yours. Your slut. Your dirty girl. Yours.”
I’ve never said any of these words aloud before.
Never thought them. But Armando awakened something in me.
He’s shown me I can trust him with my body, even when there’s a little violence involved.
And after all the crazy things we saw tonight, it feels safe to ask for this.
As I speak, I realize that's exactly what I'm doing.
I'm letting him in, and more importantly, I'm letting myself out.
I'm freeing myself from a lot of my fears and insecurities, and I'm hanging on to Armando's every word, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
“That’s so hot, Hannah. You are my dirty girl. I’m gonna give it to you good, Flowers.”
He keeps working his fingers between my legs, sliding his thumb into my ass, all the while peppering my cheeks with slaps. A chaotic, exotic mix of stimulation that heightens everything I feel. I moan. I’m drowning in lust. So far beyond my normal inhibitions.
Mando puts a pillow beneath my hips and pushes me down over it then climbs between my legs. He rubs the head of his cock over my pussy as he grips my hair, twisting my head back, so I'm forced to look up at him.
“I'm the only one that's going to fuck this pussy,” he commands at the same moment he pushes inside me.
“Oh God.” My internal muscles squeeze around his cock. I’m already orgasming from just one stroke.
He goes slowly, arcing in, sliding out, teasing me. Torturing me.
“Spank me,” I plead, wanting more intensity.
“Spank you?” He pulls out of me. “You need to earn that spanking.”
“How?”
“Beg me for it.” He slaps my ass a few times, and the pain is sharp and intense, but I love it.
“Please,” I plead, needing to feel that heat radiating from my ass and spreading throughout my whole body. “Please, Armando. Please spank me harder. Please.”
He does it again and again, until my ass is burning and stinging. It's exactly what I crave. What I need.
“Good girl.” He pulls me around to sit me down on the edge of the bed. “Now spread your legs for me.”
I do as he commands, and he gets on his knees in front of me, gripping my thighs and spreading them wide.
“Look at you,” he says. “Your pussy is so fucking wet, and your pussy lips are swollen.”
“Your cock made me that way,” I say, reaching out and gripping his cock, stroking it hard.
“Show me how much you want my cock,” he says, taking his cock and rubbing it up and down my pussy. “Suck my cock and show me how much you want it. I want you to taste how much your pussy loves this cock.”
I watch his cock enter my mouth, and I swirl my tongue around it and lick it, paying extra attention to the head and the sensitive area underneath his cockhead.
“That's a good girl,” he encourages while gripping my head and pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. “Take it all.”
I do, and as I suck on his cock, I feel him take one of my hands and wrap it around the base of his cock, and he guides my hand up and down his cock while he fucks my mouth. I'm moaning so hard, I'm sure that my neighbors can hear me, but I don't care. I've never felt so free and so wild.
I want this every night. I want to be his dirty little whore. I want him to make me feel beautiful and wanted, opening my mouth wide and lifting my chin up so he can fuck my face however he wants.
I want everything he is willing to give me.
I want to be possessed by him.
He fucks my face harder, and I struggle to take it, but I take it. I take it all. I look into his eyes and see the intensity and the passion. I see his desire, and it's a beautiful thing.
I'm his beautiful, dirty girl, and I love it.
I love him.
“Make me come all over my dirty girl's face,” he commands, and I pull my mouth off his cock, stroking it hard and fast. He starts to breathe hard, and I know he's close.
“Do it. Come all over my face.”
He comes hard. Ribbons of his cum hit my face and splash against my cheeks, and I rub it in immediately, letting it drip down my face as I make sure to get it in my mouth.
“That's a good girl.” He wipes away the cum from my face with a nearby towel. “Now get on the bed and wait for me.”
I do as I'm told, and as I lie on the bed and look up at him, I'm in awe of what he is.
“Time for your spanking. You earned it. Roll over, ass in the air.”
I do as I'm told, and I feel my body shaking with excitement.
“Spread your legs,” he says, rubbing my ass with his hands.
I spread my legs, knowing that I belong to him and that he is slowly taking over my life.
And I'm fine with that.
I'm fine with being his dirty little whore forever.
He slaps my ass a few times, and then he lifts it up and squeezes it. He spanks my cheeks again, and I feel the sting in my ass, and it makes my pussy tingle even more. He spanks me until my ass is red and stinging and burning. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time.
“Spread your ass apart,” he commands. “I want to see all of that beautiful pussy.”
I spread my ass apart and look back, eager to see what he's going to do to me.
He slaps my ass, and then he takes my hand and places it between my thighs, rubbing my pussy.
He slaps my pussy with my hand, and then he slaps my pussy again, and then he puts my fingers in my mouth and forces me to suck them.
“You're a dirty girl,” he says. “Taste how dirty you are.”
“I'm your dirty girl,” I agree.
“And I'm your Daddy,” he says, spanking me over and over, making me cry out loudly. “I'm the one who fucks this pussy, this beautiful pussy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I agree, crying out in passion as he hits my pussy harder and harder.
“And this ass belongs to me,” he says, slapping my ass so hard I feel the pain radiating and spreading.
“It belongs to you. Only you.”
“That's right,” he says. “Only me. You're mine.”
“I'm all yours.”
“Good girl.” He slaps my ass again.
“And now I'm going to make you come with my tongue,” he says, spreading my ass cheeks with his hands. He puts his tongue in my ass, and I moan loudly.
“My dirty girl likes that,” he says. “You like when I rim this asshole of yours.”
“I like it a lot,” I agree, my pussy dripping wet.
He licks my ass, and I can't help but grind against his face.
“I'm going to make you come like you've never come before.” He rubs my pussy and then slides his fingers inside me and pumps hard.
I start moaning, and it doesn't take long before my body is shaking.
“Come on my fingers, baby. Come all over them.”
His words are dirty, and they're nasty, and they're exactly what I want to hear.
“Come for me, Flowers,” he says, and I do, my body shaking and shuddering and convulsing.
He holds me close to him as my body comes down from the rawest, dirtiest orgasm ever.
We lie in the darkness together, our breath mingling. Our heartbeats slowing from a gallop.
“Thank you,” I murmur softly.
Armando lets out a chuff. “You’re thanking me? No, baby. You’re fucking amazing, Hannah.”
His words make my heart sing.
And that’s the real danger. Not how this man handles my body.
But how he handles my heart.
God I hope he doesn't crush it.
What’s even scarier is that he has the power to break my soul.