CHAPTER FIVE — STEPHANIE
"So let me get this straight," Philip says. "You brought me here to have crazy loud sex to piss your landlord off."
Philip stares at me. I swallow, considering my next move.
I just finished explaining the situation to him.
He seemed to handle it well. I mean, he didn't visibly react, just nodded as I explained.
He didn't even cringe when I told him that David didn't think he was a threat, or when I told him how surprised I was by his change in demeanor once we got to my bedroom.
"I've gotten that before," he'd said as I explained. He quickly added that he tries to be careful with how he approaches romantic partners. Unless the woman shows some kind of interest in a rougher kind of play, he won't broach it.
"Because it's easy for women to say yes to men," he explained. "I understand that pressure, and I don't want to put them in that position. If they're interested, I can gauge that, but I don't want to thrust it on them. I only want to use women who want to be used."
When he said the word "used," he looked at me, and I felt a tingle deep in my core.
He stopped fingering me during this discussion, but I was still naked, like I am now, on my back, with my hands tied above my head. In contrast, Philip is fully clothed, except for his belt, which is securing my wrists. He's kneeling on either side of my legs, holding them down.
I've been like this — exposed, vulnerable, spread — for the last ten minutes or so while we've been having this discussion.
Every once in a while, Philip would run his hand up my thigh, or lightly run the pad of his thumb across my nipple.
I'd exhale shallowly and watch as the corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile.
The tension kept growing despite the seriousness of the conversation. It was such a juxtaposition: me saying something to Philip that most people would find upsetting, and him responding with some small act of sexual dominance. It's probably fucked up, and it's weird, but also kind of hot.
"And so you got the impression that I want to be used?" I'd asked him.
"Don't you?" he asked.
At that moment, he sank three fingers into my cunt and just left them there, looking at me. I'd never felt so exposed in my life.
"Tell me, Stephanie," he'd said, his voice low, gruff, and somehow soothing at the same time. "Tell me that you want me to use your tight little body. I want to hear the words come out of those depraved lips of yours."
"Depraved?" I'd asked.
"Am I wrong?" he said. "And don't think I'm not noticing you changing the subject."
I squirmed as he added another finger inside me.
"You're definitely depraved," he said. "And I picked up on it pretty quickly once we got back here. I can sense when a woman wants to submit, to give in to a man. You were a bit trickier, though, because you're quite stubborn, defiant, some might even say bratty."
He looked at me, and I blushed.
"You put up a strong fight, a good front," he said. "But I see it now. Your desire to be taken by a worthy man."
I nodded, and he started fingering me again, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm and then stopping, which was so frustrating. And right after that, that's when he asked me if I'd brought him here to have crazy loud sex to piss David off.
"So is that why?" Philip asks. "I just want to make sure we're clear here."
I look at him and narrow my eyes. He smiles. He knows what he's doing.
"Basically," I say.
"Not good enough, Stephanie," he says.
He starts rubbing my clit again, and I groan loudly this time.
This is the second time today that a man has edged me. It's getting to me. I'm feeling frustrated.
"I know what you want, Stephanie. To come," he says. "But I don't think you deserve that yet. In fact, you've been a very bad girl, don't you think? Luring me here under false pretenses."
"It wasn't false pretenses," I say. "I mean, I would have sex with you—"
Philip looks at me.
"Come on, Stephanie," he says. "You can do better than that. Let's not be silly, shall we? We both know that what you did was wrong. Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Are you going to be a good girl and admit that you were wrong? Or are you going to make me torture it out of you?"
My eyes widen.
"And by torture," he says, "I mean bring you to the edge of orgasm again and again, until you finally admit your sins."
"Oh my God."
I squirm, my cunt contracting. I can always safeword, I remind myself.
It's weird, though. I hate this and love it at the same time. I hate him being in power, but it's also one of the hottest things that's ever happened to me.
"Fine," I say quickly. "It was wrong, I know that."
"Good girl," he coos, rubbing my clit. "Now that you've admitted your sins, what do you think should happen?"
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Well," he says, "do you need to do some penance?"
I look at him.
"That's what you're expecting, aren't you? For me to punish you like a bad little slut."
I say nothing.
"But that wouldn't work here," he says. "See, that's exactly what you want. And besides, I want to reward your honesty. It isn't easy to admit that. So instead," he says, "I think we should do exactly what you were planning to do."
"What?" I ask.
"You mean—?"
He nods.
"Let's piss your landlord off. He sounds like a wanker."
I burst out laughing.
"I spent the first ten years of my life in England," he says. "Some things never leave you."
I chuckle.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
He smiles.
"Stephanie, are you serious? Trust me, if anybody's going to be falling in love here, it's you."
I blush.
"How did you—?"
"I'm good at reading people," he says. "And I've been in these situations before. Trust me, I'm not going to be the one to catch feelings here. I'm happy for you to use me, as long as that means I get to use you, and your little body."
I blush again as he leans down and bites my nipple.
"Do we have a deal?"
I moan lightly as he bites harder. He moves to the other breast.
"We have a deal."