Him
Keeping her on her toes is one of the feelings only I am supposed to incite in her. It that has belonged to me for so long I frankly don’t even remember. And I am hating the fact that this asshole tried to sabotage my exclusive rights – something that belongs only to me.
Plus, the fact that this is the bad kind of stress, is adding to his list of crimes. Although, he had it coming the moment he laid his filthy hands on my muffin.
His fate tonight would have been less unfortunate, had he not tried to stick his dirty tongue on her skin. I wanted to pull her away from the motherfucker the moment I saw fear fill in her beautiful eyes. That’s another thing that belongs only to me.
But then the moment I decided to approach them, almost unwary of being in the dark anymore, he was already rushing out. I wonder what he threatened her with, that she couldn’t slap the bastard hard. Okay, I’ll do it for you, muffin. Only my slaps wouldn’t be harmless.
And he deserves every bit of the misfortune that he’s about to get tonight. All the data that I have collected in the past weeks, ever since she first told me about him, sniffing out the villainy was a child’s play.
This guy has never been a pious man, meaning several sexual offence charges against the guy, from previous firms even. But I didn’t expect him to target my muffin, she’s the least extroverted than most of his victims.
But then she’s drop dead gorgeous. What other reason does one need?
What a sad level has the masculine side of humanity stooped to, taking advantage of uninterested women, rather than making them swoon and fall head over heels for you.
And she needs to learn how to stand up for herself, regardless of the fact that she’ll never need it again. I pledge to that!
Her body is getting acquainted with the taste she’s been forbidding herself for so long; all her friends started taking alcohol right when they were in high school.
And I know I shouldn’t interrupt her. But the bartender should.
I slip a bill to him, eyeing him to suggest her to stop, because it might be too much for her; she’s already stoned for the night.
The buzz on my earpiece pulls my attention and I start walking away to bark at Black.
“What is it now?”
“Hey...woah, what did I interrupt this time?”
I know the reason for the amusement that’s lingering in his voice. It’s because he’s successfully pissed me off... Again.
“I’m not in a mood to talk. What did you guys find? Because I couldn’t locate the ass.” Whoever the alleged kingpin’s right hand is!
“Nothing here as well. I think we should let Kraken leave with the rest of the gang. Me, you and Hades can stay back and wait for another hour or two.”
“Yeah, that would be fine. Disappear back in the crowd for that duration. We can’t risk being revealed before we catch them.”
Black hums in agreement before hanging up. When I return, she’s nowhere to be found. Where did she go?
I look around for her in about every place she could be at, before rushing all the way to the place where I least expected her to be. The dance floor.
And the fact that she’s plucking the joint from my best friend before puffing on it, is infuriating and sexy at the same goddamn time.
Rushing over, I position myself close to her. Enough to make sure none of these creeps so much as to touch the pretty long strands of her dark brown hair, that’s being brushed by her slender fingers before dropping them; letting them sway across the masterpiece of her exposed back.
And Goddamn! Who gave her the idea of wearing this dress? The fucking audacity to look like an absolutely divine treat.
A treat I would kill to help myself with.
The black shimmer dress that this goddess is dancing around wearing, is so short; it’s driving me nuts to stop myself from feeling her. Exposing her creamy legs to provoking lengths, begging me to run my tongue on them all the way up.
My eyes travel the entire length of her exposed skin all the way to the bare shoulder. And the temptation to fucking ravage it so intense, I may cross all my boundaries if only she’d agree.
I wish you could see what you do to me, muffin. Intoxicating me with your beauty alone...Do I need anything at all?
But that makes me remember what she had to go through earlier. A sudden rush of guilt in my veins makes me turn away from her. She handled the situation very well even before I could make an entrance.
When I gather the courage to look back at her again, she’s already looking at me. The look of frustration probably from continuously barging into me for the past ten minutes, is washing away as she takes in the colors on my face. Her lips are caught between her teeth, as soon as she locks eyes with mine.
It is the first time she has seen me in my true self. Every time she’s seen me, it has been from behind the barrier I had built for social acceptance. But today is different; it is a test, even for me.
Will she like the real me? Or will it scare her too much to look me in the eye?
Regardless, she’s going to end up being mine. If or not she can look at me.
But then she’s licking her lips again and the way her chest is heaving, I can tell she’s excited. Almost more than she cares to admit to herself.
Nervous? Nah, that look on her face, that’s what a turned-on woman looks like.
Her body and mind are in denial of the pull she is feeling towards me right now. She looks terrified and totally horny at the same time. So, this turns her on. Perfect! Noted.
I waste no more time beating around the bush and give in to what’s the need of the hour. Pulling her close, giving in to the sexual tension, which as a matter of fact is far too intense at this point. The way she’s gulping hard in response to my every touch, I know better that she’s burning inside out just as much as I am.
The ache in my groin is overtaking my logical senses and I can feel how bad I’m bound in absolution tonight, that I am finding it hard to do the right thing. But then, have I ever worried about doing the right thing when it came to her?
My hands are everywhere and she’s not even resisting when I bring her so close that our lips are mere millimeters apart.
And I do it knowing full well that she’s dead drunk to think logically for herself; knowing that she’ll regret it by morning. But she’s not a child and I am willing to take responsibility. I mean she is literally my responsibility. She’s been ever since I set my eyes on her.
It’s two in the morning, so there’s hardly anybody not stoned enough to notice. Two of my peers are the only ones clear headed, one of who is sober only because she deprived him of the joint he was about to puff on. And even if they see us here, do I care? No. We’ve seen each one of us there more than once.
Ignoring the urge to hide her from everyone around, I hold her by the waist and draw her in squeezing the already filled gap. A sex doused whimper escapes her pretty mouth as she starts grinding on my already aching dick.
I bend a little to bury my face in her thick tresses, taking in the intoxicating aroma. I know you want to be carried away, and I’ll gladly oblige you tonight.
Turning her face towards me, I softly graze my lips on hers, waiting for a reaction. When I notice her enjoying the touch, there’s no more time left to waste. I’ll show her what being mine feels like.
Lifting her up in my arms, letting her wrap her long legs around my waist, I carry her in the direction of the lady’s room on the extreme end. She is staring at my face all the time like she’s captivated by the monster painted on me.
Perhaps, it’s the monster that she craves. Perhaps, she’s your type more than you ever anticipated.
On reaching the entrance of the restroom, I look at her again. Any stress – anything other than arousal. I don’t want her to regret even though I have a feeling she might. You can stop me still, muffin.
But the look in her eyes as she looks into mine are the complete opposite of preventing me from what I’m about to do to her. She’s biting her lip again.
And in this moment, I know... that it’s the end of me. That there’s no going back from here on.
She wants this. No, she needs this.
I grab her by the nape of her neck, pushing her parted lips forward crashing right on mine. The first taste is that of sweet – sweet euphoria. The second is of her honey in my mouth...
And Lord, it tastes fucking divine! Like a syrup straight from fucking heaven.
Tugging at her bottom lip, I push her inside the restroom. Devouring her delicious mouth while placing her on top of the marble counter with the huge mirror behind her back.
One final look at the innocence and naiveness I have been obsessing over for years, and I know what I’m ruining tonight. I’m ruining her sanctity once and for all.
And she’s into this too... That look on her face speaks for itself. She needs a real orgasm.
I lock the door so no one can disturb while I fulfill her wishes; taking a moment of control to set my phone camera on the marble platform. I would want to relive this moment again and again.
It’s going to be a part of the thousands of other files I have on her. My private art gallery.
I quickly turn back so she does not notice whatever I did there with the phone.
All the years of locked-up emotions are making my body burst with libido, and the look she is wearing on that face of hers is of pure sin.
Now is the time. The time to let myself go absolutely feral with this girl here I’ve been chasing for the most insane amount of time in my life.
My lips part once again, only this time I suck her in completely. Drinking from her sweet tongue... It’s like I’ve been thirsty for ten years and her mouth is an oasis that I’ll get to drink from only once.
She’s moaning softly; so softly, it’s maddening.
I push between her parted legs grinding my dick against her clit, only separated by her black lace underwear. But then she tries to deepen the kiss, and that’s all the signal my mind needs to trigger the demon in my head.
My teeth catch her lower lip while her fingers get into my hair for grip, just as I bury my tongue deep within her sweet mouth; pushing it inside with a force that makes her back arch providing the perfect angle for my plunges.
I shift the attention of my hungry mouth to her jawline and down her neck to reach her exposed shoulder. The sight of that scumbag licking icing off her silky skin flashes through my mind. Fury gets the best of me as I bite the spot, slowly losing control as I leave hickeys all over the creamy skin, down to the fullness of her breasts.
My eyes gaze at her the magnificent shape of her curves. My fingers gently stroke her plump lips, bruised from the biting, before travelling down to her neck – then the back, pausing only for a brief moment before undoing the button on the halter.
A picture of her, drenched in the storm, holding her hands to cover her decency from the other day resurfaces in my mind, disturbing whatever was left of my morals. I had controlled the urge to force her down to the muddy earth, and fuck the shame out of her there and then.
But today – today I do not need the restraint. I can fuck her here on the counter while she’s bent back, or bend her over and take her from behind. Or hoist her in the air while my hardness tears its way inside of her. Or impale her soft wetness with my cock against the wall. The possibilities are limitless.
Exhaling a pained breath of air, I look at the picture before me. Her dress is serving no purpose right now. The peaks of her breasts and the dripping cunt is speaking for themselves. They need out... just like the tension between us. Her soft moans as she grabs my jacket for support while I admire the delicacy of the moment... The electrical energy between our heated bodies. It’s like a dream come true.
This is what I was waiting for.
And honestly, what’s a decade? I could wait lifetimes if this was the reward I was going to receive. This, here, is pure ecstasy.
Trailing my teeth down the side of her breasts, I pause and grab a handful of her soft mounds before squeezing the erect peaks; dipping my head to bite them from over the sheer fabric of her black lace bra. Musical cries of pleasure leave her mouth as soon as my teeth locks harshly on the soft flesh of her nipples.
By the time I’m done, it’s going to hurt like hell and it will be my entertainment to look out for, the following week.
While my mouth is busy brutally ravaging her tits, I let one hand slip free to explore the soft and smooth skin of her inner thighs while eliciting a wave of gooseflesh in its wake. Another whimper slips her mouth as soon as I reach the edge of her lace undies, making me draw my mouth back to relish on the seductive response.
She looks incredibly splendid trying to silence her growing cries of pleasure.
My sanity is dazed at this point, and I can’t help but keep noticing the effects of my ministrations on her face. Eyes shut tight and brows creased and lips between her teeth, again; in anticipation of my next move.
In that moment the darkness in me takes over and the next moment I’m choking her.
“You bite yourself again, and I can promise to bite down there.” I growl in her ear, slapping on the flesh in between her thighs.
The burn from the slap blends with the agony of growing anticipation on her face; as shivers of excitement surface on her skin every time my hand meets her aching organ.
Releasing her throat, I fall on my knees. Taking one slender leg and kissing my way up to the inner thigh. The tease is too much even for me as her wet pussy peaks from behind the lacy material of her underwear. The sight looks like my personal heaven; and I’m going to rivel in it for a long – long time.
The wild need to take a bite out of the forbidden takes over, and I graze my teeth over the thin lace taking in the sweet scent of her enigmatic juices, knowing full well what I’m about to do.
Placing each of her thighs on my shoulders, I reach around to grab her ass enough to push her towards me until her clit is plugging in my already gaping mouth. She pants and cries as I shred the delicate fabric with my teeth like the rabid dog that I am; until the soft pink bud throbbing between her legs is exposed.
“You look so fucking ready sweetheart... So wet for me, my sweet – sweet muffin.”
And the sight – the smell – the taste – is like a drop straight from heaven; and I devour every inch of her, licking and sucking on the entire stretch of pink flesh from her clit to her pussy. I need every fucking inch.
The feeling – the taste when she comes in my mouth for the first time is absolutely fucking glorious. I want more of it... More of that liquid paradise.
She groans in a state of euphoria as I keep plunging my tongue inside her dripping hole, coming in my mouth for a second time. And fuck me – but the way she groans drives me even crazier.
The sound of her orgasm is the type you can describe as the sweetest tune I had ever heard; I could hear the cry climaxing every fucking hour for the rest of my life.
And the addiction that this thing between us... it’s like the worst kind of drug.
Eating her is like sniffing crack. It will satiate a temporary hunger, leaving me starving for more.
Now when I have her, it’s going to take all my strength to keep myself from wanting to spend all my time undoing her, bit by bit, even if it means destroying her completely.
I look at her exhausted face and wonder what would it be like to see her come on dick instead of my face.
Increasing my momentum, I push my tongue further, burying it deep inside her; my teeth grazing over her soft bud, all the while holding her ass from behind. I want it to hurt for days...so she has something to look back and remember me for.
Her head swings as she bites her bottom lip before releasing her juices on my tongue, tremors rocking her body as she comes inside my throat for a third time. And I drink from her because it is the only elixir that will keep the beast inside of me tamed.
The sight of my face paint leeching on her slit, painting it in my colors is fascinating enough for me to want to keep doing this again and again. It is a mark that will make her remember who ate this delectable masterpiece once she’s sober enough to realize what she’s been up to.
But she’ll remember me for more than that. And this is not how I wanted it to be when we did it for the first time. But who am I to question? When the queen demands, you must oblige.
But I wish she could watch me do it to her. When I glance up, I find her eyes still shut tight. Instantly, I get to my feet and pull her in before crashing my lips on hers, giving her the first taste of her own ecstasy.
With one hand squeezing the curvature of her rounded ass, my other hand finds its way back between her legs, rubbing the slick opening, circling my finger around her wet cunt.
“Open your eyes, muffin. Look at me – look at me when I corrupt you once and for all.”
My own voice is rough... it hoarse. The impossibility is making it hoarse. This was the least expected way for it to happen, and yet here we are...
That’s when she opens her eyes, still in a state of trance. But the look on her face is gone the moment she makes eye contact with me.
For the briefest moment, time freezes between the both of us. We look into each other as if looking for answers to unspoken questions.
And then like hitting into an ice wall, realization hits her hard.
Her eyes are in a state of panic, like she just woke up from a nightmare. Nightmare? That’s what I look like in her eyes.
But why is it amusing to me? Like she’s pushing the right buttons. But that she’s doing forever.
Now I know why chasing her was more a need than a game. That look feeds my sanity.
She stares at me like she’s looking at a ghost. Making useless attempts at jerking away my hands holding her ass. A sob on its way as the thoughts flow in, letting her take in the sin she’s been indulging into for the past hour. But I step back on my own, since I am way too strong for her delicate stature to shove away.
Thank you for altering my brain chemistry, muffin. Now, the game will be so much more exciting.
It’s sick yet amusing to watch her take a look at the part of her that has already been taken from her. Innocence that she readily handed over to a stranger. A stranger who she can’t even see clearly. I smile all the while, leaning against the marble counter.
Shame is filling her fast as she looks at herself in the mirror behind me, taking in all the hickeys; realizing the sharp pain between her legs where I bit, the sting on her nipples where I nibbled, and lips bruised from vigorous sucking. Tears roll down her cheeks as she hurries her dress back on, before sprinting and eventually stumbling on her way.
My queen does not look good on the floor.
When I duck to reach out to her, she jolts back sucking in a sharp breath. Her wild eyes looking into me like she can see the monster she has just resurrected inside. The one that sits on his throne deep inside my soul; who she’s feeding with the petrified look on her face.
Her disbelief to my grin is like cherry on the cake, and it must be sick but I absolutely get a kick out of watching her trying to escape my touch. But that only makes me laugh earning a frightened cry.
Just like you tried to escape me back in the days... Do you remember my scaredy sweetheart?
When I reach for her again, she starts kicking her legs frantically, mostly because of the insane laughter that I have no control over right now. Her movements intended to create a distance between us; only for me to catch her by the ankle, pulling her back towards me.
A shrill shriek is what I get in response. Why is her voice magical even when she screaming her guts out?
She keeps sobbing while fighting my single hand holding her in place.
“Please, let me go... Let me go, I beg of you.”
“You were begging before. Oh! But you wouldn’t remember. Now, would you?”
I bite back the urge to lick all of her tears. They’re mine. They are probably the first of things that she is willingly offering me. And I am all in to take it.
“Don’t you want to know what you were saying?” Her eyes widen and I can’t fight back anymore. Another insane laughter makes its way past my throat, making her scream like she’s trapped with a mad man.
I may be a little deranged; but it’s all your doing, muffin. And I’m pretty sure it’s your responsibility now.
But then, our game wouldn’t be fun without the chase.
Releasing her ankle, I whisper ominously, “I’ll let you go... just – this – time, my sweet muffin.”
Immediately, she retracts her body and scurries towards the exit, all the while looking over her shoulder. As if otherwise the exit would disappear leaving her in confinement with me; which is undeniably such a tempting picture. I hope to paint it into reality one day.
Her scent lingers in the air even minutes after she’s left. Trapping me into the web of the innocent seductress. Taking the virgin is going to be way more fun than I initially thought.
Getting up, I grab my phone on the way out. Content with tonight. The best day of my life.
But I can feel better days ahead. Something tells me she’ll be trapped with me sooner than she could expect. To cry. To beg. To scream. And despise.
And most of all... To be mine.