Chapter 9 Allie
ALLIE
Two Years Ago
His apartment overlooks Central Park. It’s got to cost some absurd sum I can’t even begin to imagine.
I’m only able to catch glimpses and impressions as he drags me into his place. Clean kitchen, modern and new; a living room with a big leather couch but no television; huge windows and lots of plants; gray rugs and white walls.
Mostly there’s him. Mass kisses me like it’s the cure for cancer. His attention is overwhelming and incredible as he pulls me up a set of stairs and into an airy master bedroom. “Clothes off,” he murmurs as he tugs at the hem of my dress.
“That’s how it’s going to be, huh?” I nip at his lower lip. “You’re going to make demands?”
“I give commands.” He grips my hair tightly. “You obey.” He slams his mouth to mine, drinking me in. “That’s exactly how it’ll be.”
“I can handle that,” I say weakly.
I twist and unzip my dress. He steps back, watching intently. I’m embarrassed and self-conscious as I shimmy and let it fall away. I’m wearing a nude bra and a black thong. Part of me wishes I had on something sexier. But the way he looks at me, it’s like I’m in full-on lingerie.
The desire in his stare is intoxicating.
Guys have wanted me before, but never like this. I feel like I’m the only woman in the entire world and he’d burn down an entire army to put his lips on my skin. I back away and sit on the end of the bed, leaning back on my hands, struggling to stay composed. I arch an eyebrow.
“Your turn.”
He smirks back and tosses his jacket aside. The shirt comes next. My mouth falls open as he reveals a torso covered in scars, burns, and tattoos. It’s dark and I’m going by moonlight, but his skin is like a tapestry of pain. I’ve never seen anything like it before, and I grew up in a crime family.
I can’t begin to imagine the horrors he’s been through.
Slowly, Mass comes closer. He kicks aside his slacks until he’s only in his boxer briefs.
He seems utterly confident and at ease. He stands in front of me, his enormous bulge pressing against his boxer briefs.
I lean forward, tugging at the waist of his underwear.
I kiss his stomach and linger on a puckered scar.
“Stab wound when I was thirteen,” he whispers in response to my unspoken question.
I kiss lower. Another scar, this one longer.
“Sliced by a bottle. I think I was twelve. I can’t remember.”
Lower. This time, it’s round.
“Cigarette burn. Tortured by some thug. He’s very dead now.”
I tug his boxer briefs off, shaking with desire and terrified by that litany of terrors. Who is this man and what the hell has he been through?
But most of my fear is extinguished when I take his cock in my hand.
It’s thick, long, and riddled with veins.
I stroke it slowly, kissing up and down his shaft.
He purrs, clearly enjoying my attention.
I glance up at more scars, more wounds, and more sculpted muscles.
He’s beautiful and monstrous. I feel like my head’s filled with howling wolves as I lick the tip of his cock and taste his salty precum.
His hand grips my hair before I can take him into my mouth fully.
“Look at me,” he whispers. I meet his gaze. “Are you afraid of me?”
I hesitate, not sure how to answer that. I decide honesty is probably best. “A little bit.”
“Good.” He grips my hair tighter. “Open your mouth.”
I do as he commands. I can obey. I’ve been doing it my whole life. But for once, I actually want to play along. I stick out my tongue slightly as he guides the tip of his cock between my lips.
I suck back, going slow. He groans in pleasure as I glide forward.
Spit rolls down his shaft. I lick, tasting him, and I love it.
I love the way he feels in my mouth. Big and hard.
Thrumming with desire. He’s twitching with his need for me.
I suck him faster, moaning as I do it. I spread my legs, aching with how badly I want him to fill me.
He pulls back and roughly drags me to my feet.
He buries his mouth in mine and kisses me as he removes my bra and tears off my panties.
I’m nude and vulnerable now. Fear fills me, but that fear only makes the arousal much more exciting.
I’m so far beyond what’s normal; I’m lost and on the other side.
But I like it over here. I like that this could go wrong at any moment.
I want wrong.
He drags me into bed, but this time, he makes me straddle his face.
He pushes me forward as his mouth finds my pussy.
I gasp in shock, on all fours. His hands spread my ass, and his tongue laps at me, sucking me, deliciously and skillfully parting my pussy and grinding against my clit.
I stroke his cock and take him into my mouth, whimpering and moaning as I suck him.
Then a sudden burst of pain makes me pull back with a whimpered shout.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls as I realize he spanked me. I shimmy my hips, and he does it again, harder this time. “You taste so fucking good. Every drop of you is like heaven on my tongue.”
“I like the way you taste too.” I lick his cock, and he spanks me. I yelp in surprise. “Aren’t you supposed to warn me?”
“No. I’m not.” He spanks again and rolls me off him.
I stare as he settles himself between my legs.
He’s so big he easily covers me with his massive body.
He could crush me if he wanted. He kisses my neck, sucks my nipples, and palms my breasts, looking at every inch of my body as he does it. “I can’t get enough of you, Allie.”
“You’ve only known me for a little while.”
He murmurs something I don’t hear and bites my lower lip. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“You want me to say that?”
He bites my shoulder and pulls my hair. “Say it, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck your beautiful little pussy.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper, and there’s a little voice in my head wondering if I’m not doing something extremely risky and stupid.
I tell that voice to shut up.
His tip glazes up and down my lips. He spreads me slowly, pressing against my entrance. I wriggle my hips, eager for him.
“Don’t be greedy.” He shoves me down, pinning me there. “You’re mine tonight, Allie. I’ll fuck you the way I want. I’ll fill you until I can’t take any more. You’ll swallow me and beg for more. Do you understand?”
“I understand.” I’m practically moaning and he hasn’t even slid all the way inside me yet. “Please, keep going.”
He groans as he moves his hips. Inch by incredible inch, he slips deeper.
I’m so slick it’s obscene. When I think I can’t take more, he keeps going until I’m spread and ruined.
It hurts, but it also feels good. The pinch and burn turn to a dull ache as he moves his hips, grinding into me.
His mouth licks my breasts and he pins my hands above my head as he keeps going, fucking me deeper, rattling my whole body with each rough thrust.
“Now you’re all mine,” he murmurs. “Beautiful fucking girl. You feel so goddamn good. I love the little noises you’re making. You filthy fucking girl.”
“More,” I gasp, my mind going black as he roughly takes me.
The man fucks like a beast. He’s a masculine god pummeling and filling me to the brim.
I grind back against him, gasping and groaning as the pressure builds, and he doesn’t ease up.
He whispers filthy secrets in my ear, tells me how much he wants me, how he needs me to lick his cock clean when I’ve finished coming all over him, how he’s going to make me swallow every drop of his seed when he’s ready to finish on my pretty lips, and I want it all.
I want this night of sin and luxury. I want to be filled and ruined.
I need it more than I’ve ever needed before in my life, and finally, I’m riding that edge and he’s keeping me there, expertly taking me right up to orgasm but not quite tipping me over.
I’m begging him to let me go.
And in the darkness, he smiles and forces me onto my hands and knees. He fills my mouth with his cock and strokes my pussy slowly. I can only grunt and moan with him between my lips as his fingers do their dirty work.
“You want to come?” he teases. “You want it, baby?”
I moan and whimper, sucking him faster, licking and moaning.
“Go ahead. I give you permission.” His fingers stroke and stroke my clit. “Go ahead and finish for me.”
I feel it again, building and building. I suck him faster as he teases and when he finally slides his big fingers deep into my pussy, that’s enough to toss me into the abyss.
I shatter with his dick in my mouth.
I finish hard, sucking the whole time. He praises me as I break. He tells me I’ve never been so beautiful in my life. I’ve never looked so perfect. And as fucked as it is, I believe him.
“That’s such a good girl,” he whispers as I finally come down. He strokes himself, staring at me like I’m a work of art.
“I feel like I’m glowing.”
“That’s good. That’s what we want.”
“But what about you?”
“We have time for me.” He kisses my lips and runs a wet finger around my nipple. “Are you in a rush?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Good.” He bites my chin. “Because I’ve only just started with you.”
Right then and there, in the darkness with the most beautiful monster I’ve ever seen, I decide I’m not going to worry about anything tonight.
Whatever he wants, I want too. Whatever he needs, I’ll give him.
And when I have an urge, I’ll satisfy it without worrying. Tonight isn’t about the outside world.
It’s about this man and nothing else. No shame, no fear.
Only release and freedom.
I push him back and climb on top. He looks pleased as I straddle him. “I’m still a little sensitive,” I say, arching my back and grinding myself along his shaft.
“I can be gentle.”
“Good—”
“But I didn’t want to be.”
He pulls me down his length and thrusts deep inside.
I gasp as he fills me. It’s pure sensory overload.
“Good girl,” he whispers right into my ear.
Sunlight streams through the window. I wake aching all over. I have bruises on my arms and teeth marks on my breasts. My pussy feels like someone kicked me.
It’s pretty incredible.
I stretch, grinning, and reach to the other side of the bed.
It’s empty.
I sit up in alarm. The clock says it’s slightly past eight in the morning. Panic slams into my guts. I jump to my feet and look around for my phone.
There are a dozen missed calls from my father.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, rubbing my face. I try to come up with some excuse that’ll work, but even in my own head, it all sounds stupid and pointless.
He’s going to kill me.
But first things first. I use the bathroom and get dressed.
There’s no sign of Mass anywhere. His place is much neater and emptier than I noticed the night before.
It’s almost like nobody lives here. Once I’m ready, I hurry down into the kitchen, already navigating to the Uber app and thinking about my escape.
I find a note left on the kitchen counter and coffee still warming in the carafe.
Allie—There’s a car waiting for you downstairs. Tell the driver where you want to go and he’ll take you. See you some other time. Mass.
Nothing else. No phone number. No way of getting in touch. I realize as I look around that I don’t know a damn thing about the guy. Not a last name, no way of looking him up, nothing beyond some scribbled words and a memory.
It almost doesn’t feel real.
I’ve never done anything like this before.
Sneaking off to go dancing is about as dangerous and risky as I get. I’ve never gone home with a total stranger in my life.
Much less a man like Mass.
But last night was incredible. I’ve never let my guard down with someone before, and with him, it was easy. The sex was fantastic, but there was something else too.
I felt safe. And beautiful.
It’s odd how a total stranger made me feel complete.
I was the center of his world for a night.
It’s over now. The memory’s already starting to fade. I have the little marks to prove it all happened, but those are a problem too. I’ll have to sneak inside, cover them up, and hope Dad’s too distracted by work to ask questions.
This is going to be bad. Really, really bad.
And if given the choice, I’d do it all over again.
“Goodbye, Mass.” I pour myself some coffee into a random mug, throw it down, and hurry outside.
Figuring I’ll never see him again.