Chapter 3
Amaris
When we made it back to the room, I was good, tipsy, hot and freaking bothered—and he knew it. Once inside, he immediately went over to the bed, throwing the T-shirt he’d worn here into the chair in the corner of the room. Then he leaned against the side of the washroom doorway, eyes locked on me.
“I nee—” I started, but he held his middle and index fingers up to shush me.
“Don’t talk. Take it all off.”
Confusion overtook me, but I did as I was told. Seconds later, my clothes were pooled at my feet. I looked at him for some reason, waiting for my next direction.
His expression was dark and his face was blank.
“What’s your favorite fruit?” he then asked, catching me completely off guard.
“Apples.”
“Good girl. That’s your safe word, no matter what we’re doing this weekend. If you need to say that shit, then say it, and I’ll stop immediately. I promise.”
I nodded.
“This only works if you trust me. Do you trust me, Amaris?”
I nodded.
“Use your words.”
I blinked a few times, grounding myself, then speaking, “Yes, I trust you.”
“Good girl.” He pushed off the doorway standing up straight.
I closed my eyes. I was so nervous under his gaze.
“Nah, don’t close your eyes. Open those motherfuckers up for me right now.” He seemed almost frustrated at the mere thought of me not seeing him.
My eyes snapped open, my breath caught halfway in my chest.
“Are you still with me? I need you to be with me right now.” His voice was heavy.
I nodded. “I’m here.”
“Good.” He didn’t come to me immediately, but instead allowed his eyes to travel my body. When he finally moved, goosebumps gathered over my body. Then he stepped in front of me, licking his lips.
“The first time I saw you, you had on those thick ass glasses, a powder blue button up, and a gray pinstripe skirt. Shit hugged your frame so nice I wanted to see what was under it. Now I see and I’m mad as hell it’s taken me this fucking long to see it…to see you.”
I didn’t know what to say or do, so I stood there almost in a trance, watching him come toward me.
He stopped a centimeter away before reaching out and touching me like I’d disappear.
Before I knew it, my nipple was trapped between his index finger and thumb in a way that had my other nipple jealous that it wasn’t also being tastily simulated by him.
My eyes dropped to see where he was touching me, but before I could focus on the moment, he spoke.
“Don’t look down at what I’m doing. Look me in my eyes, Amaris.”
My eyes jumped back up to him. I could’ve sworn I saw amusement there. He was teasing me and he knew it. Then he dropped my nipple and stepped back.
I whined, but of course I didn’t mean to. The separation was bothersome, making the puddle between my legs even wetter. I just knew my shit was about to be leaking down my thigh in a few.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
Stepping out of the pool of my clothing, I did as asked, kicking them to the side in the process.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, summoning a grin to my face.
“Mhmm.”
“What I say about your words, sweetheart?”
“Yes, it’s sopping.”
“Good. Bend over and let me see it.” The authority in his tone couldn’t be missed.
I bent over onto the bed. Not instantly, but soon after, I felt his cold hand between my legs, playing in my wetness.
“Damn, you were right. This shit is begging me.”
“Mhmm,” I moaned, digging my teeth into my bottom lip and closing my eyes in pure euphoria. His touch was rupturing. He pushed against my nub with his index and middle fingers, then massaged it, repeating the same tortuous routine several times.
Then with a quickness, he snatched his fingers from between my legs and slapped his whole hand across my bare ass.
I yelped, the stinging sensation sending a jolt down my spine and euphoria through my body. Then another one and another before his finger was back between my legs and he stood directly behind me.
“You want me to fuck you, Amaris?” he asked, tone all guttural and serious.
“Mh—yes.” The last thing I needed was to be wasting time hearing him tell me to use my words. Good girl.
“You sure? You don’t sound too convincing.” He pulled back and stopped touching me altogether.
My brain was about to explode, the entire fucking world was shattering in this room. “I do," I whined like a bitch before I stood straight and turned around.
“Did I tell you to turn around?” Authority rested heavy in his voice, like he was about to make my ass pay for turning around.
“No.” I attempted to turn back around, but he held me in place and pushed me back onto the bed.
“Nah, you turned around now. Open your fucking legs.”
My legs were wide open and in the air the moment he said open, like that was the magic word. Everything on my body within reason opened, including my mouth.
“You need to be fucked like a slut.”
I was completely caught off guard but immediately turned on by the way he told me instead of asking. Immediately the song where the girl kept repeating the words “slut me out” came to mind.
He grinned. My lack of response apparently brought him amusement. “You know you do.”
Again, I didn’t respond. I just looked at him, our eyes locked in time, like I needed this moment to exist forever.
Thump.
“Ouch!” I shrieked, completely caught off guard by the brief euphoric pain against my clit. Did he just… thump my pussy?
I was so lost in this man’s eyes that I hadn’t paid a lick of attention to his hands. Once again, he massaged, then again thump.
He thumped my pussy like it was something on his finger.
This time there wasn’t any pain, but an erotic longing for him to stay there… shit, for him to do something with prolonged stimulation instead of quick, teasing ass thumps.
“Plea—”
“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked, halting my begging.
I shook my head.
“Then don’t. As a matter of fact, don’t make a fucking sound while I play in this pussy, because it doesn’t belong to you anymore. You ain’t been treating it right. I should punish you for that shit.”
My mind was in a fucking frenzy, because for what felt like forever, this man teased and tortured me. But not once did I feel the need to say apples.
“You want me inside of you?” he asked after that forever torture subsided. He stood over me at the foot of the bed, dressed only in dark sweatpants.
My brain was fried and my body was overstimulated, but I still wanted him between my legs. I wanted him inside of me, no matter how badly I wanted to tap out.
“I said do you want me inside of you?”
“Mhm. Yes I do.” I caught myself. He wanted words when he wanted them and silence when he wanted it. Shit, it was like I was supposed to read his mind.
“Good girl.” His fingers teetered between my legs again. Then, with exhausted eyes, I watched him reach into his sweats.
It was like his dick had an entrance sound because the moment he dropped his pants my eyes were glued.
“Don’t tense up now. Open up for me.” He bit into his bottom lip, stroking the massive hardness between his legs.
I did as requested, watching his every move. Julian leaned forward, replacing his inquisitive fingers with his dick.
I squirmed, not because he was bare and touching me like this, but because I knew he was about to tease me for another half hour. Shit.
“You think you can handle this?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned, feeling the weight of his heavy girth. Yep, the man wanted to drive me mad.
“You're really confident.” He was at my opening, feeding himself into me at a snail’s pace.
I bit into my bottom lip, my chest caving and my mind mangled because he was so big and I was so… Shit, so not used to anything I had experienced this evening, yet I craved more. Like an addict, one hit had me yearning for more. Thank god for Saturday and Sunday.
“You hear me talking to you?” he asked, barely able to control his motions.
I shook my head because hell nah I hadn’t. I was currently blissfully impaled. Talking, responding, or even listening was not happening at any point.
“’Cause you ain’t fucking listening.” He pulled back, then thrust into me so deep. I yelped loudly before I could catch myself.
“I thought you could handle this,” he taunted, his face now next to my ear.
Shit, when it’d gotten there I didn’t know. What I knew was my soul had left my whole body and there was nothing I could do about it but sit here and take it. Silently.
“Fuck.” He forced his face into my neck and groaned. His hand went under my thigh and locked it into the crook of his arm, giving him more access.
“Mhmm.” I couldn’t hold back my moan. He was so deep.
“What I tell you?” He slammed into me. Then, before I could respond, I felt a sharp pain piercing through my neck. This nigga bit me.
Before I could acknowledge it, my mind flushed while pressure built between my legs. He rocked into me so roughly, making sure I felt every inch of him.
“Did I tell you to cum?” he asked.
“No but I can’t hold it,” I moaned, feeling as if my body wasn’t my own.
Whatever I said amped him up because if I thought his thrusts were unforgiving before? He was trying to break me in half now.
“Cum right now,” he demanded, ramming himself all the way inside me and pausing like it was that easy…shit, wait, was it?
I fell apart right there under him.
If this is a competition, he won.