Chapter Six — Alex
It feels wrong to feel this happy, especially when I know he threw the game. Unfeminist of me, almost. But goddammit, I played hard for that win, and even if he threw the game, I think I deserve it.
And I have to say, a part of me loves the fact that he let me win, and he didn’t do it in an over-the-top way. He was genuinely happy to see me succeed, and I think that’s what I like the most.
We get in the car and he starts driving in my direction.
“You’re taking me home?” I ask. I feel slightly disappointed.
“Well, yeah. You won.”
“But...” My voice falters. I don’t know what else to say.
He looks at me. I think he doesn’t know either.
He turns on the radio and we ride in silence. A lot of thoughts are swirling in my head. I’m confused. I know I don’t want him to just drop me off and walk away. I want to be with him. I don’t want him to leave.
But now we don’t have the excuse of me losing a game and him punishing me. So, what now?
It’s crazy to think we hadn’t even properly kissed until earlier today. But the truth is, I started falling for this man weeks ago. In fact, it sounds sappy to say, but I probably started falling for him the second I saw him. I just didn’t realize it then.
But I realize it now.
He pulls up to my place and stops the car.
“Well,” I say, looking at him.
He looks at me. I can tell the ball is in my court here. I undo my seatbelt. I still don’t know if I’m brave enough to just say what I want, but there are other ways to get my point across.
“You know,” I start, “We had that little agreement, right?”
“About?” he says.
“Me texting you when I wanted to touch myself.”
My cheeks flush as I say the words. It’s crazy to me that I’m still embarrassed saying these things out loud. It’s crazy that he still has this effect on me.
“Mm-hmm,” he says, nodding. “Go on.”
I stare at him, struck again by his beautiful green eyes and thick black hair. He’s so much bigger than me, to the point where his head brushes the top of the car, whereas there’s at least a foot of space above mine.
I think back to how his large hands felt around my waist, my throat, hell—how his hands felt everywhere—and suddenly, that’s all I can think of. His hands all over me.
“I did it,” I blurt out. “Without permission.”
He looks at me. “Did you actually?”
“No,” I blurt out again. I have no idea what’s going on. It’s like he’s injected some truth serum into me.
“So you’re lying?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah. I wanted you to think I broke the rules. But I didn’t.”
I stare at him, my cheeks flushing.
“And why would you want that, silly girl?” he asks.
He cups my face in his hands, drawing me close. I breathe in. He smells like cinnamon and fire, and I want to melt my body against his.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
“Oh, but I think you do,” he says.
His thumb lightly grazes my cheek, and then my lower lip, pulling it down slightly. He puts it into my mouth, and I instinctively suck.
“Good girl,” he says.
I feel that tingle between my legs as he grabs my hair and gently pulls.
“Tell me. Tell Daddy why you just lied,” he says.
“I lied,” I say, closing my eyes briefly, “because I wanted an excuse.”
“An excuse for what, sweetheart?” he asks.
“For you to...” I inhale.
“Look at me,” he says.
I don’t know why this is so hard to say.
“Punish me,” I whisper.
“Oh. You want Daddy to punish you?” he asks, his eyes twinkling.
I feel his body shift slightly. His muscles tighten. His voice deepens. His Adam’s apple bulges. It’s like his entire stature grows just ever so slightly, like he’s transforming into a beast. It scares me but turns me on.
I nod, biting my lower lip. He grabs it again.
“You know what it does to me when you bite that lower lip, don’t you?” he says.
“Mm-hmm,” I say.
“Are you trying to rile Daddy up?”
“Maybe,” I whisper.
“Well, you’re doing a good job of it,” he says.
He moves, and a split second later I realize he’s reclined the back of my seat so that it’s lying flat.
I’ve already taken off my seatbelt, so he’s able to grab my hips and flip me onto my stomach, lying flat on the seat.
Half a second later, I feel him hitch up my dress.
I’m not wearing any panties, since he had me take them off earlier.
Luckily, it’s dark out, and I’m below the windows, so nobody’s going to see us unless they purposely peek in. Still, the fact that we could be exposed, that somebody could see me at any second, terrifies me.
He runs his hand between my legs. When he gets to my pussy, he stops and lightly runs it up and down my pussy lips. They’re wet. I whimper as he slowly runs his finger like that up and down.
“Mmm,” he says, as he uses his other hand to gather my hair into a ponytail and pull. My back arches like I’m doing the cobra yoga pose.
“So wet,” he says. “Do you think anybody else could tell in the bar how dripping wet you were?” he asks, as he continues to run his fingers up and down. “And do you think, if I make you come right now, your neighbors will be able to hear you scream?”
“No,” I whimper. “No, they won’t. But…”
“Why the hesitation?”
He plunges one finger into my cunt and I moan softly.
“I love how wet you are for me,” he says, inserting another finger.
He begins to pump, and it makes a squelching noise. As he fingers me, he spanks one of my ass cheeks. My ass is still slightly sore from the last spanking, but it feels good.
“What about if I spank you? Do you think they’ll be able to hear that?”
He lands another hit. I inhale sharply.
“Think about your male neighbors hearing something and then coming outside and seeing you like this, dress up, ass out, getting spanked like a naughty little brat. What do you think they’d say?
” He spanks me again. I whimper. “Do you think they’d think you deserve it?
Do you think they’d want to join in and spank you too? ”
He spanks me again.
He inserts a third finger and I feel my legs start to tremble. With his thumb, he starts to massage my clit. After edging me, before darts, and then again in the car, I’ve been on edge all evening. It doesn’t take much to bring me to the edge again.
“Callum,” I whisper. “I’m...”
He stops.
“I’m sure they would,” he says. “But that’s for me.”
He pulls down my dress and then gets out of the car. He walks around, opens my door, and picks me up. He throws me over his shoulder and walks to the front door.
“Keys,” he says.
“Front pocket of my purse,” I say.
He fishes them out and opens the door.
The second it’s closed, he’s ripped my dress off. In seconds, my bra is off too, and I’m naked except for my heels. I reach down to take them off, but he stops me.
“Leave them,” he says.
He pushes me up against the door, my bare back flat against it. His warm body presses into mine, and I feel his cock stretching against his pants.
“Do you feel that?” he says. “How bad I fucking want you.”
He grips my jaw with his hand and then kisses me. With one of his hands, he grabs my hands and puts them above my head, both wrists wrapped in one of his.
With the other, he moves from my jaw down to my neck, while his tongue envelops my mouth, claiming me. He tastes smoky and bitter.
I feel myself soften, yielding to him. His urgency increases, his desire feeling like an uncontrollable force that keeps growing with every second. His tongue explores my mouth like he’s exploring uncharted territory. He bites down on my lower lip, hard. I moan, arching my back.
“Yes, baby girl,” he says. “Give in to me. Give in to Daddy.”
The hand around my neck travels down my body, dipping to my left breast and pinching it. I moan again as a shiver of pleasure runs from my breasts to my pussy. He turns to the other breast, pinching it too.
“Your breasts are perfect,” he says.
His hand continues to travel down my body, down to my pussy.
He runs his fingers up and down my slit and then begins to massage my clit with his thumb.
He inserts two fingers inside me while he rubs small circles with his thumb.
His other hand is holding my arms above my head while he kisses me and fingers me.
“Come for me,” he rasps, his voice low and raw.
My body shudders as an orgasm explodes through me.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you come.”
He releases my hands from above my head and brings both hands to my waist. Then he picks me up effortlessly and walks down my hallway.
“First door on the right,” I say.
He opens the door and throws me on the bed. I land on my back, and he wastes no time, unbuckling his pants and releasing his cock. I gasp when he brings it out. Although I’ve seen it before, it seems even bigger now.
He runs it up and down my wet slit, and my body shivers.
“Are you ready for Daddy’s cock?” he asks.
I nod.
“Ask for it,” he says.
“Please,” I say.
“Good girl.”
He grips my throat and kisses me as he lowers his body against mine.
“This might hurt at first,” he says. “So just breathe deep.”
“Okay,” I say.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I nod.
He runs his tip up and down my entrance again and slowly begins to insert it. I gasp as the pressure increases, and he slowly enters.
“Okay?” he asks.
I nod.
He keeps going, and I feel my body stretch as his cock enters me.
“You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well,” he says.
He keeps pressing, and my body feels like it can’t take any more.
“Deep breaths, baby girl,” he says.
I breathe in, and he pushes, and I feel myself almost break. He stays like that for a second inside me, and leans down to kiss me. His tongue explores my mouth, and I find myself arching my back to get closer to him.
He nibbles on my lower lip, and then drops his lips to my neck, and then my collarbone. I moan, wanting more of him.
“Does that feel okay?” he asks.
I’m distracted for a second, almost not sure what he’s talking about, and then I remember.
“Mm-hmm,” I nod.
My body is acclimated to his cock. Now I feel stuffed and full, but it’s not painful.
“Good girl,” he says. “I knew you could take it all.”
An unexpected sense of pride fills me as he begins to slowly shift his weight. He pins my hands above my head again as he begins to slowly thrust into me.
Each time he enters, it feels like he’s pressing me to my limits, but then he retreats. As he slowly thrusts, he rubs one of my nipples between his fingers until it stiffens and I moan, arching my back and pressing my breast closer to him.
He leans down and bites the nipple. I cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure rushing through me. He begins to speed up his thrusts, and I feel my body moving in ways I never knew it could.
He grabs my ankles and lifts them so that my legs are on his shoulders. He thrusts even deeper, and I feel like I might break.
“Breathe,” he says.
I breathe, and he continues thrusting.
“You look so perfect with my cock in you,” he says.
As he continues thrusting, he uses one of his hands to play with my clit. My body is so sensitive that it doesn’t take long for me to start approaching another orgasm.
“That’s it. I want you to come all over my cock, Alex,” he says.
He continues thrusting, and my entire body starts to throb.
“That’s it, baby. Come for Daddy,” he says.
My body explodes, and he speeds up his thrusts.
“Fuck,” he groans.
As he buries his body deep into mine, I feel hot cum explode from his cock, filling me up. There’s so much that it seeps out, dripping from me. He withdraws his cock, and I look down, noticing the white liquid spilling from inside me.
I look at him, and there’s a look on his face I can’t quite discern. He kisses me softly and then begins to do up his pants.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Home,” he says.
“What? You’re not gonna stay?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t sleep well beside other people.”
“Oh,” I say, feeling slowly deflated.
“It’s not you, sweetheart. You’re perfect,” he says. “I’m strange like that. But you’re perfect. Oh…and by the way. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your game”
“What?” I ask.
“You know,” he says, sounding amused, “the one you insisted on picking out next? I’m very curious to find out what you have in mind. I’ve been thinking about it ever since you brought it up.”
I smile, feeling very satisfied with myself. “You’re gonna love it,” I say.
“I better,” he says, wagging his finger at me playfully. I laugh.
He looks at me for what feels like eternity, and I feel my heart flutter. Finally, with a look of sadness in his eyes, he reaches down and kisses me softly on my forehead. “Goodnight Alex,” he says. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and my entire body shivers.
Every bone in my body wants to beg him to stay, but I don’t want to scare him away. So I muster up the best smile I can. “Goodnight,” I whisper back.
He walks towards the door and grabs the doorknob. Right before turning it, he glances back at me. For a second, I think he’s going to say something. I notice a vein in his neck twitch, and I feel a pang in my heart.
He doesn’t say anything though. He just stares at me for one more second, and then turns the knob.
The End