CHAPTER FOUR — STEPHANIE
The second Philip and I walk into my room, I waste no time. I pounce on him. I kiss him forcefully, raking my fingers up and down his back. He's gentle, soft.
"You can be rough," I whisper in his ear as I pull off my dress.
I'm not wearing anything underneath, so I'm completely naked.
"Oh, wow," he says, his eyes roaming over me.
Is this man a virgin? I can't think too much, or I won't go through with this.
"Play with them," I say, grabbing his hand and placing it on my breast.
He squeezes gently, tentatively.
"Pinch my nipples," I say. "Hard."
He grabs one and pinches. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger. It actually feels good.
He breathes out deeply, and then I feel a shift in his behavior. I feel him relax, and almost as if a switch is flipped, he becomes a different person.
Without saying a word, he grabs my hands so that my wrists are together. He pushes me down so I'm lying flat on the bed, wrists pinned above my head.
"I'll ask this once," he says. "Do you want this?"
I nod, mystified. I look at his face, and somehow his features even look different. Before, he had that kind of baby face: blond hair, blue eyes, friendly features. Handsome, but like the boy next door, the boy you grew up with. Harmless. A puppy dog.
But now, with the look in his eyes and the way his jaw has hardened, he looks scary in a hot serial-killer kind of way. My stomach flip-flops, and my pussy clenches. This started off as a ploy to get back at David, to rile him up, but at this point, I think I might actually want to fuck Philip.
"Have you used a safe word before?" Philip asks.
I nod.
"I mean, not extensively, but a few times, with boyfriends."
"Pick a word," he says.
I glance around my room, scanning everything.
"Cheeto," I say, spotting the empty bag in my trash can.
"Cheeto it is," he says. "Anything else you want to tell me? Anything off-limits?"
I rack my brain.
"No blood?" I ask.
He nods.
"That it?"
"I guess," I say.
"You're not experienced with all this."
It's not even a question, just a statement.
"And you are?" I ask.
He nods, not in a braggy way, just a factual one. It makes me more turned on.
Who is this man? I swear, he was awkward and nervous earlier, but he's transformed. I'm intrigued. What does he do in his spare time? Does he work at a sex dungeon or something? Suddenly, I feel out of my element.
The night started off with me in control, but things have changed. Our roles have flipped, and suddenly Philip's the one in control. This is the last thing I was expecting, but I'm not mad about it either.
Philip takes off his belt and wraps it around my wrists. I look up as his fingers deftly move, securing them. Immediately, Philip focuses his attention on my lower half. He spreads my thighs authoritatively. His thumbs knead my flesh.
As he looks at me, I feel nervous.
"Were you fucked earlier today?" he asks, glancing at my thigh, noticing the semen.
Oh my God. Part of the arrangement I had with David and John was that I had to go back to the party with their dried semen on me.
I was a bit nervous to do it, and I thought there was a chance people would notice, but I figured there was no way anybody would call me out on it.
And if anything, I could always come up with some kind of excuse: "Oh, I spilled some food. "
But right now, with Philip looking at me, I know that's out of the question. He knows too much. He's too experienced. He's asking me the question, but he already knows the answer. I'm humiliated.
"Answer me," he says calmly.
His domineering tone turns me on.
"Yes," I squeak.
"That's what I thought," he says. "I have another question."
His hands spread my pussy lips apart, and I breathe in sharply.
He blows on my cunt, and I shiver. His thumb slowly circles my clit, and my back arches. I squirm as he circles it with his thumb while two fingers plunge into my cunt.
He begins to slowly pump me while his other hand teases my nipple. Pleasure radiates from my body, going from my breasts to my cunt, and from my cunt to everywhere else.
I start to squirm, and he positions his legs so that they're on top of me, locking me in place. He adds a third finger and continues pumping. Oh, God.
He increases the pressure on my clit, and my pussy quivers. He begins teasing my other nipple, slowly rubbing circles around it before lightly rolling it between his fingers.
I start breathing more shallowly. My core clenches. I can't believe this. I think I'm about to come.
"You can answer the question or not," he says. "But if you don't, I'll have to leave. Up to you. Understood?"
I nod. What the hell could he ask me next?
"Why did you bring me back here?" he asks.
He adds a fourth finger, and I feel myself stretch even further. He's taking command of my body, without even being inside me. I feel totally at his mercy.
I feel myself coming right to the brink, and then he slowly releases some of the pressure on my clit, and it backs away. I feel frustrated, and then, a few seconds later, he increases the pressure again.
I look at him, and there's a knowing look on his face. He knows. He's doing this on purpose. He knows a woman's body. God, I'm out of my element.
And to think I brought him here thinking I could use him. How foolish I was. Still, do I tell him that? I don't think lying is an option. I just don't think he'd buy it.
He's smarter than I gave him credit for. I mean, socially smart. I always thought he was academically smart. But good with women? Good with reading cues? I had no idea. Maybe I was so focused on David before that I didn't give him a real chance.
But still, the fact of the matter is that I brought Philip here with less than noble intentions. In fact, I look at Philip and feel myself grimace inside. My intentions were kind of fucked up.
It's not even that I wanted to use Philip to make David jealous. It's worse than that. I wanted to use Philip to make David feel disrespected. I already know that David doesn't see Philip as a real threat.
So me being with Philip wouldn't do anything, but what would do something is using Philip to wake David up in the middle of the night.
David hates feeling disrespected, and having loud, crazy, obnoxious sex would probably do the trick.
So, yeah, those were my intentions. I felt guilty about it when I formulated the plan, and I feel even guiltier now.
On top of that, I feel guilty for misjudging Philip. He's more perceptive than I gave him credit for. More dominant, too. I'm attracted to him, and I don't really want to mess this up. But I don't see a way around this.
If I don't answer the question, he'll leave. And I don't think he said that as a threat or ultimatum. It was more like he was stating a boundary, matter-of-factly.
I want to reciprocate his bluntness, but I'm afraid. Will he hate me if I tell him the truth?
As if he can sense my worry, Philip looks at me.
"You can tell me, Stephanie," he says. "No matter what the answer is, I can handle it. Just be honest. That's all I'm asking."
For some reason, I believe him. I don't know if it's his tone of voice, or his body language, or the fact that he's on top of me, but I think he'll be able to handle what I'm about to say. Even though it's horrible.