14 - Taming Grace, Part Three #3
“Outside. In the alleyway next to the restaurant. Take off your panties, put your hands on the wall, and wait for me.”
I stared at him for a moment. He had to be kidding, didn’t he? There was no way....
He raised his eyebrows at me, and nodded to the door. He wasn’t fucking around.
“Get out there,” he ordered, and I got to my feet and did as I was told. I shot one last look at him over my shoulder, trying to figure out just how bad an idea this was, but the look he was giving me was enough to convince me that doing what he wanted was the best thing for me.
I headed out into the alleyway beside the restaurant; it was dark and quiet, thank goodness. I glanced around to make sure that I wasn’t going to be busted by anyone taking out the trash from the kitchen beside me, and, my heart pounding, I reached down and slid my panties off over my feet.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. If anyone walked in on me...there would be hell to pay. I could already imagine this being splashed all over the papers, the gossip columns, a picture of me flashing my pussy to anyone who happened to be passing by smeared everywhere I looked.
But that just made it all feel more intense to me. The thought of being humiliated like that thrilled me, even though I knew it shouldn’t. The notion that I was so helpless in the face of what he wanted from me that I would give myself over to being exposed this way – yeah, it was seriously sexy.
I planted my hands on the wall opposite me, my panties scrunched into one hand. I didn’t how long he was intended to make me wait for, but I had a feeling it was going to be a while; I tried to count out the seconds in my head, but it was too overfull with arousal for anything to stick.
After a while, I heard footsteps approaching me – I went to turn around and make sure that it was him.
“Don’t look at me,” he ordered, his voice firm. It was Sam, thank goodness. My heart was racing and my pussy was so wet I could feel drips sliding down the inside of my thighs. He had made me wait for so long, and I knew he was going to make it worth my while.
I felt his hands on my hips, and he guided back against his body; I could feel his cock, already hard, grinding against my ass. This reminded me of the first time, back in the club, but the rules were different now – the connection was more profound, the reality even more dangerous.
He reached between my thighs and dipped his fingers against my bare pussy. Even that gentle touch was enough to make me cry out with pleasure. Every nerve-ending on my body was on fire for him.
“Keep your voice down,” he commanded, leaving no room for argument.
I bit my lip, and he withdrew his hand. I heard the zip of his pants, and listened as he ripped open a condom and sheathed himself quickly.
I needed him so badly I could hardly take it.
Nothing was working right in my head anymore, and I knew it wouldn’t again until I felt him inside of me.
He had me addicted, desperate for a hit, and he knew it.
Slowly, he pressed himself to the entrance of my slit, rubbing his sheathed head over my entrance a few times. I pressed my lips together to keep from letting out another cry of pleasure. And then, at last, he slowly pushed himself inside of me, filling me up completely with his beautiful cock.
I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as I felt him part my lips again.
It reminded me of the very first time we’d been together, but this was so, so much more intense than that – he had spent the whole night teasing me and tormenting me and making it so I couldn’t even think straight without feeling him fill me.
He knew that. He got off on it, knowing how desperate I was for him and that he was the only one who could fulfil me the way I needed to...
Any logical thought dropped away as he fucked me, hard, his fingers grasping my hips roughly to pull me back on to his dick.
I could hardly remember that we were in the middle of an alleyway, out there in public, where anyone could have just glanced over and caught us in the act.
I wouldn’t have cared if the whole city was clustered around to watch us in action. I just wanted to feel him.
“You’re a good girl,” he murmured to me, his voice low and overheated – it got me off, knowing that I had pushed him to this point too. He might have done a better job at hiding it, but he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.
“Ah...” I groaned. I could already feel myself getting close. I had never managed to find the release that he gave me with anyone I actually knew – I needed the anonymity, the version of them I could project on to. But I didn’t need to when it came to Sam. He was the version of him that I wanted.
I squeezed my eyes shut and lost myself to the sensation.
I was greedy for it. He had bought dinner for me, but I was still hungry; this was what I had been starving for all night long.
I had come out here, convinced myself that it was just going to be a chance to talk, but the depraved version of me was ready to come out and play.
When I came, I felt like my body was giving in around me.
I let out a cry, and he reached around and forced his fingers into my mouth to keep me quiet – he was right to, if anyone came out here and caught us, we would both be in trouble.
I bit down on his fingers and felt my pussy clench, over and over again, around his beautiful cock, milking him, as greedy for him as the rest of me was.
It wasn’t long until I felt him finish inside me, letting out a growl of pleasure as he filled me up with his seed. I wished I could have felt him breed me for real, the thought flashing through my mind for a brief second even though I knew how crazy it would have sounded to say it out loud.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and he pulled my skirt back down to cover me again.
“I need to put on...” I murmured, reaching around to pull my panties on. But he plucked them from my hand and tucked them into his pocket.
“I think I’ll be holding on to these,” he told me, and I bit my lip. I wasn’t complaining. The thought of him leaving with a souvenir of me...yeah, that would keep me going through the colder nights.
I looked at him, allowing my eyes to fall on him for the first time since he had come into the alleyway to find me. This man, this man who had no problem ruling me with an iron fist. And I grinned to myself. Because I knew this was going to be good.