Eight
I released her the second she told me to stop, but call me confused, because she instantly looked disappointed.
“Woman? I’m gonna be honest, you have me so fucking lost here. Do you want me or do you not? I don’t wanna misread any signals here, because you’re giving me every possible direction here. Give me a clue, yeah?” Grace chewed on her lip, casting a nervous glance at me.
“Is this because you want control? I’ll give you control if that’s what you want. I’m easy, babe. You wanna ride me and own my cock, go right ahead? You wanna grind your sweet pussy on my face, and ride it to get off, I’ll let you suffocate me to get yours. What. Do. You. Want?”
Was she playing me? Was she trying to fuck with my head? Was this all just a fucking game to her? I reached for her and her breath caught as I stopped. Did she want me to? Didn’t she? What the fuck did she want?
Just to get a reaction, I advanced on her, watching as she backed up to the wall, then I rested my palm against her throat, feeling her pulse thrumming rapidly against my skin. Just as I suspected, her breathing started to speed up, and her pupils seemed to dilate as she stared back at me.
“You want me, don’t you?” She nodded slowly.
“You probably don’t like that you want me though. That’s okay. I’m just a bit of nasty rough for you, aren’t I? Little miss rich, living in her posh house, driving her expensive car, and roughing it with me. You want me to treat you like a whore?”
Her pulse sped up, and she bit down hard on her lip, and I grinned widely.
“You want me to be mean to you, darlin’? Want me to get rough, and say nasty things?” Her head moved, a jerky bob of her head. She wants me to treat her like a filthy little slut, doesn’t she?
“You sure about this? You wanna be degraded and mistreated because you’re a disgusting little slut?”
I felt a shudder run through her at my words, but fuck, it was the kind of shudder that she’d probably get just before an orgasm. This was hot for her. Real. It was what she wanted.
“Gimme a word you can use if you don’t like what I’m doing and need me to stop. I need to know you have a way out if you change your mind.”
She shuddered again, her breathing ragged as she replied.
“Phoenix.”
I grinned widely at her. That’s my fucking girl.
“Any limits I need to avoid? Anything you definitely don’t want?”
She shrugged, looking unsure, but definitely not fucking nervous. She was gagging for what I was offering, and I bet she was wet as fuck.
“You’ve never done this before with anyone, have you? I’m your first. I’m the one you trusted to mistreat you?”
“I… yes.” Finally a fucking verbal clue. I tightened my hand around her throat as I grabbed the button on the waist of her posh trousers and popped it open, shoving my hand inside and cupping her pussy in a rough grip.
“You wet for me, slut? You so desperate for my cock that your pussy weeps? Do you deserve my cock?”
“Please!”
I grinned, taking my cues from her. She was all in. She was desperate, horny as all hell, and she was about to get my cock, just like she needed.
I rubbed her through her silky underwear, feeling wetness soaking through the fabric at my rough touch.
“So fucking wet, just begging for my cock in this slutty little hole, eh?”
Grace
I t shouldn’t be a turn on, but it was more arousing that anything I’d ever experienced in my life and he hadn’t even really started yet. He knew what I wanted though. He’d figured it out by reading me, by reading my pathetically limited responses to him and his questions.
He worked out what I couldn’t seem to put into words. That I wanted to be treated like a filthy worthless whore, and he was the first man I felt could do it without actually causing me harm. There was something in him. A warmth, a vulnerability, something that made him seem more human than the other ‘bad guys’ I’d fallen for.
“Tell you what, doc. Why don’t you get on your fucking knees, and suck my hard cock? I need to see if you’re even worth my time right now. I’m sure a filthy slut like you knows what she’s doing, right? Probably taken so much cock, you’re a fucking expert.”
It was like he knew the right words to unlock what was trapped inside me, and I found myself on my knees before I could even really absorb what he was saying. It was what I wanted, and somehow he just knew. He’d read me better than any man ever had. Was Danny North, Torch , really the one? It felt like he was exactly what I’d been waiting for.
“Beg for it, bitch.”
My heart was racing, pumping blood through my veins faster than ever, and leaving me with this heady rush of aroused excitement.
“Please,” I whispered, reaching for his jeans, and whimpering when he slapped my hands away from him.
“I said fucking beg. Is that really the best you can do? You can’t even get this right, can you?” He was glaring down at me like he was genuinely displeased with me, and suddenly I was begging like I’d never begged before, because I wanted to please him.
“Please, please let me suck your cock, Torch. Please. I need it. I want it in my mouth. Please let me make you come down my throat,” I gasped, wincing as he reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tipping my head further back.
“You want it, huh? Need it? Wanna make me come so hard that I choke you with my cum?” God yes! I was nodding fast, desperate for him to just use me, but he was waiting for me to reply. He wanted me to say it.
“Please! Please, sir, let me choke on your cum like a filthy whore!” He tightened his grip on my hair, leaning down to press the other hand over my mouth.
“Nope. No sir. None of that shit, babe. I’m Torch, and that’s all you’ll fucking call me now, okay? Surely you can manage to remember one fucking word.”
I squirmed on my knees, desperate for release, because something about the way he was treating me felt so right, when it should have been so wrong instead.
I shouldn’t want this, but I wanted it so much. Treat me mean. Hurt me. Degrade me. Make me feel cheap and worthless. Filthy. Cover me in cum, and leave me used and discarded. Well, maybe not quite that last one. I had no idea where my limits lay, because I’d never had a chance to indulge in this twisted play before. He was the first one I’d trusted.
Torch pulled his hands away and rested them on his hips.
“Well?”
“I’m sorry, Torch! I promise I’ll remember. Please let me use my mouth on you. I want to make you feel so good.”
He smirked, loosening his jeans and pushing them down enough to reveal that large cock I’d seen glimpses of in the hospital, and hungered for.
“You’re not gonna do anything, slut. You’re just a hole for me to use, so you’re just gonna open your fucking whore mouth, and let me use it for my pleasure.” Torch stepped closer, guiding his cock to my mouth, but before he went further, he tucked a finger under my chin and tilted my face up.
“Okay?” he mouthed, watching me closely, that meanness leaving him in this moment, giving me an out, checking to make sure I wanted to proceed. I felt my lips twitch in a smile as I nodded vigorously.
The softness left him again, as he wrapped my hair around his fist and guided his cock into my open mouth.
“Game on then, slut. Make it good, or I won’t be back. Plenty of other bitches out there who can put out, yeah?”