Seeing Red
nine
“So, what do you think?” I cover my eyes in an attempt to avoid his reaction and hide my fear of an embarrassing rejection.
“I’m in,” is all he says as holds open the front door for me, but I’m rooted to the spot like that dog from the movie who gets his nuts frozen to the porch. “Well are you going to stand there gawking at me, or are we going to get to work, slacker?”
This jolts me back to the present as I show him the way to my room. “Okay, I guess you can hang out in here while I get ready.”
“Hurry back. I can’t wait to turn that ass red.” The way it came out sounded more of a threat than anything, and now I’m tingling with nerves for all sorts of reasons.
When I open the bathroom door, Charlie is sitting on the cedar chest at the foot of my bed that holds all of my extra blankets. I’m a blanket whore. I can’t help myself. When I find a super fluffy one in the store, it has to come home with me for infinite comfort.
I wish I had one of those big fluffy ones to wrap around myself right about now. My stomach feels like a million little boxers are beating the hell out of my insides. The adrenaline pumping through my veins almost makes me sick to my stomach. Logically, there’s no reason for me to be so anxious. He already said he’s more than happy to help me. I just need to shake it off. Pull myself together.
Charlie is staring at me like a starved lion ready to sink his teeth into the first part of me he touches. He stands and stalks toward me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I try to retreat, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me into him before I can make any progress.
“Where do you think you’re going? There’s no need to run from me. I promise you’re going to enjoy every minute of this.” He demonstrates by tweaking my nipple through the sheer material of my bra, making me gasp. He’s not wrong, though. I feel a slight pinch, but it fades to pleasure quickly, drowning out the pain.
Charlie walks backward toward the chest he was sitting on a second ago. Sitting down slowly, his eyes never leave mine.
“I want you to lay across my knee so I can punish you, little brat.” I feel tingles racing up my legs and throughout my core as I do what he asks without argument. Surprising, I know.
His hand immediately comes up to rest on my exposed ass cheek, rubbing in circles gently. The suspense continues to build in my chest, waiting for what I know is coming. I don’t want to admit that I’m more excited now than nervous.
When his hand leaves my ass, I tense in preparation for the blow, but instead I’m met with the pop of my thong. A loud hiss escapes through my clenched teeth as a satisfied chuckle leaves his lips. I look back to see his face, but he’s already smirking at me.
“You look so beautiful like this, Haedyn. Are you ready?” I swallow the lump in my throat with a nod. The next time I inhale, it comes right back out as his rough hand connects with a loud smack.
Fuck. Why did that feel almost blissful?
“Damn, baby, you should’ve never let me do this because I’m already addicted to seeing my hand print light up your skin. It’s intoxicating.”
Clearing my throat, I stand and retrieve my phone on shaky legs.
“You okay?”
“Yes, but if you don’t hurry up and take this picture so we can do it again, I’m going to lose my mind.” I thrust my phone into his hand and puff out an anxious breath. He palms his hard dick through his pants and bites his lip.
“Yes ma’am. Say no more. Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
I do as he says, ready to get him inside me. I can’t wait much longer before combustion ensues.
Charlie climbs onto the bed behind me, my ass still high in the air for him as he quickly snaps a few pictures and tosses the phone onto the night stand before saying, “I think we’ll keep these for ourselves. I’ll help take more later, but right now, I need you.”
I feel his hands grip my hips gently just before his tongue is running over my injured cheek. He’s showering my ass with kisses, making me feel like a goddess worthy of his worship.
It’s only when his tongue meets the sliver of my red thong that I get a little twitchy. No one has ever eaten me from the back before, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“Relax.” He drags out the word as if he just took a hit from the best joint of his life before going on. “I’ll stop the second you ask me to. I may enjoy punishing you and treating you like a dirty slut, but rest assured, if that’s not what you want, it won’t happen. I swear it.”
I immediately relax into his touch and give a small nod. He wastes no time burying his face between my cheeks, sneaking his tongue out to tease my back entrance. It’s an incredibly strange feeling at first. I don’t know how to process it. The strangeness quickly bleeds into a raging need to have him deeper, harsher, so I do the only thing I can think to. I push my ass further against his face to urge him on. His tongue moves masterfully against me, quickly coiling the tension in my core. The feeling only intensifies when one of his hands reaches between my legs to find my clit, expertly circling it.
I can’t hold back the wave that takes me under within minutes, making me search for an escape from the pressure.
“Don’t run from me. You can take it.”
He couldn’t be more wrong. I’m going to black out again if he keeps up this assault. It’s too intense; the pressure keeps building and building with nowhere to go. But to my surprise, he’s able to send me toppling over the edge for a second time shortly after.
I’m trying to catch my breath as he slows his strokes and lays his body over the top of my back as we fall to the mattress together.
“I told you you could take it. My good girl,” he whispers against my ear before kissing the back of my head and standing behind me, removing his clothes.
“Yeah yeah. Don’t get too full of yourself. I’m sure you’re not right all the time,” I retort with a roll of my eyes.
“I’m taking this as a personal challenge to see just how many orgasms I can pull out of your body before you physically can’t take it anymore.”
Oh. Shit. I think I might have fucked up. He’s obviously skilled in the bedroom. The man literally made me pass out with his tongue. I’m in a world of pleasurable trouble.
“I can see the fear threatening to show in your eyes. I want to taste it.”
Suddenly I’m flipped onto my back, staring up at him. His muscular arms form a cage over me. My pussy is already weeping again from the sight of him over me. I don’t have enough time to admire him before I feel his dick against my clit as he massages it with his head.
“There’s no going back after this. I’m already addicted to you, little brat, but I don’t think I’d ever recover after having your pussy wrapped around me. So I’m going to ask you once. Are you sure?”
“No points for romantic delivery there, but I’m sure. If you don’t—”
“Any objections to going bareback riding?” He interrupts.
“No. I’m clean. Birth control for years. Fuck. Me. Now. Please.”
There’s no warning before he shunts himself into my pussy, harsh, yet slow, making sure I’m wet enough to take him. He sinks down to the hilt, using his hands to keep pressure on my thighs, leaving me spread open for him.
His thrusts turn punishing, his dick hitting that spot inside that makes me see stars. I swear to god, if I pass out again, I’m offing myself.
When he brings his thumb to my mouth, I suck it in on instinct, making him moan. Roughly jerking it away from me, he instantly applies the cold pressure to my clit, taking turns rubbing and pinching the nerves there, bringing me to the edge of oblivion.
“Three,” he groans out, somehow able to keep track of my orgasms like his life depends on it. “Think you can give me a fourth, baby?” I don’t answer right away, too high on the bliss he gives, until all movement halts, and he pinches my chin between the fingers of his free hand.
“Answer me, brat.” Instead, I reach my hand between us to massage my own clit, making my own pleasure.
A dangerous chuckle comes from his lazy smile as he pulls all the way out of me, only to ram back inside with one thrust, forcing a scream from my throat.
“If you’re going to act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one. Hands above your head. Now.”
Intrigued by his dominance, I obey, cocking my brow at him, ready to fight, only to be met with his weight pressing down on me deliciously as I feel his teeth at my neck, hands pinning me where he wants me.
Since I can’t move my arms, I make use of my legs by wrapping them around his waist, arching my hips toward his center to gain the friction my body needs.
He continues biting, marking me all over, and I love it all. I want the marks, need them like a marshmallow needs fire to make a proper s’more. I want to stay in this moment forever, blissfully full and sated. I want a bottle of this feeling so that I can take a shot of it whenever the demons try to pull me under.
Charlie must know my mind is drifting because he raises his head to look me in the eyes and demands, “Come back to me. We’re not done yet, and I need your undivided attention.”
He pulls out completely, still securing my hands above my head as he climbs toward my head, cock bobbing freely in the wind. The visual almost makes me giggle until he pins me with a stare saying, “I need your mouth before I finish all over your perfect tits.”
I finish him off vigorously, barely letting him pull out in time to paint me with his cum. The action would usually gross me out. I have a thing with textures, but I’ll gladly be covered in Charlie’s any time.
***
“Spin for me,” he commands, and I obey, turning slowly in a full circle.
“You like it?”
“I do,” he rasps as he licks his lips and rubs his palms together, apparently eager to get to work.
I had asked him to help me create an unforgettable photo to send to Rick on SnapShot. I’m thinking that this black thong one piece will pair wonderfully with a red hand print across my ass cheek, given by none other than Charlie fucking Womack.
Rick said he wanted something red, so here we go.
“Come here, brat. You deserve a punishment for looking this good for someone else.”
As I come to stand in front of him, I lean down to whisper in his ear, “What now, Master?” His breath hitches as mine skates across his pebbling skin. “Hand me your phone, and bend your ass over the bed. Don’t forget to look back at me as you take it like a good girl.”
Is it getting warm in here? I can feel my face heating as I do what he says. He sweetly rubs his palm over my right ass cheek, prepping the spot for the incoming swat. I can’t help the gasp that escapes my mouth when the contact registers. It brings even more heat to my already warm face as Charlie positions the phone just right to snap the picture.
“Oh yes. This will do just fine, although I must admit, I’d rather keep all of them for myself than let you send it to this scumbag.” He turns the phone to show me his work as I move to sit on the edge of the bed. Surprisingly, it’s probably the best picture I’ve taken for one of these guys.
There’s a perfect red hand print on my right cheek. One arm outstretched over my head. The other holds my hair out of my face to reveal one side, mouth forming an O, and doe eyes watching, waiting for more.
“Wow. Are you a photographer on the side? Because if not, you should be. This is incredible.”
“I think the subject of the art is what makes it so incredible, but no, I’m not a photographer.”
When I open the SnapShot app to Rick’s messages, I decide to see how much he’s willing to pay for it.
Haedyn: I’ve got something for you, extra special.
A small green dot appears by his name, letting me know that he’s online.
Rick: Name your price, beautiful.
I look to Charlie who’s now sitting beside me reading the conversation.
“What do you think?” He meets my eyes as he says, “Don’t take anything less than $500.”
“You’re insane! Who in their right mind is going to pay 500 bucks for one picture?”
“Ask him, and you’ll see.”
“Fine.”
Haedyn: $500
A sound comes through with a notification telling me I just received five hundred dollars from Rick Judson, and my eyes bulge out of my damn skull.
I quickly send the picture to him, and his response is almost instant.
Rick: Worth it. I also like the red. Clever fox. Although I do wonder who was lucky enough to put that beautiful mark on your flawless skin. Thanks, babe.
“Tell him your girlfriend did it.” I look at Charlie, confused. “Why would I lie?”
“Just trust me. You don’t want him thinking another man did it.” I guess that makes sense, though I don’t know why it really matters. It’s not like I owe these guys any explanation of my private life.
Haedyn: I enlisted one of my girlfriends to help. No worries.
Rick: Good. I wouldn’t want to have to hurt anyone for touching you.
Where the fuck did that come from? He’s never talked to me that way before. I decide to play it off as a joke to end this conversation.
Haedyn: Haha, Yeah. Good thing. Anyway, I’m off to bed. It was a long day. Enjoy your night.
Rick: I sure will, now. Goodnight.
“Fucking creep,” Charlie mutters under his breath. “Maybe so, but he did just send me 500 bucks, so there’s that.”
“I guess so. If you’re happy, then I won’t complain, and I’ll help you out with whatever you need, anytime.” He shoots me a crooked smile and a wink before leaning over to kiss me.