Xavier
Having just slept with Allie after a long night of back-and-forth exchanges and sexual tension between us, I feel pretty fucking good. But I'm not done with her yet.
I can't seem to get enough of her. Allie is everything I've dreamed of and more. And yet I'm dismayed because I have these conflicting emotions of wanting to love her and to make her mine, and of wanting to punish her for the pain she caused me in the past.
I don't know how much of that emotional turmoil is driving this lust driven behavior, but I can't seem to get my fill of her.
Right now, she's sauntering about naked in my apartment and the view is pretty damn good. Allie has a smoking hot body and I'll never tire of watching her face.
Her body against the backdrop of the city that infiltrates every view from the penthouse is perfect. She could be a true supermodel if she tried. She's all legs and limbs, everything streamlined and tight.
It's not every day you see a body like this. I know she had a bad agent, but I still don't understand how she's not risen to the top. How is she not gracing every runway under the sun?
That I'll never know, and she may not either once I'm done with her career, but I shift those thoughts out of my mind for the moment.
She brings me a shot of vodka and we clink glasses before I take it down in one smooth mouthful. She's made sure to make use of my most expensive bottle. This girl likes the life of luxury even though I'm sure her modeling affords her practically nothing.
I wish I could say that Allie has more extravagance coming to her in the future, but at this point I don't know what the future holds for Allie. Her career will be at a standstill, all because of me.
Maybe she's starting to break down my walls. I wish she hadn't betrayed me in the past and I didn't have to be this guy, this person out for revenge. But I have to. Who am I to say it won't happen again?
No, no way. I have to keep my guard up. I can't let her penetrate my fortress, my guarded heart.
She's charismatic and she has an infectious personality, but I can't let that sway me from my past and my path of destruction towards her.
For the time being at least, I have her holed up in my place and she's all mine. I wanted to claim her all night long in that club. I don't even know why I brought Olivia when I only have eyes for Allie.
There's an unspoken tension between us, of desire unfulfilled. It lingers and it's palpable and obvious. I know she feels it too; how could she not?
I like her not knowing exactly where she stands with me, though. It gives me all the power and I like it that way.
"Okay, Allie, come on." I beckon her to follow me back to the bedroom.
I intend to claim her over and over throughout the night. I want her to be so sore from the size of my cock that she's remembering it with pure satisfaction for the next couple days. She'll remember me forever. I have no doubt.
She and I are both definitely a little tipsy right now, and that last shot of vodka didn't help. Or did it?
I pick her up and throw her down onto my enormous bed. Here I can have my way with her.
She's waiting there for me and she looks so small, so fucking fragile. Her vulnerability turns me on and it makes me feel possessive of her, like I would kill anybody that laid a hand on her that wasn't me. She's all mine.
I shut the door and the room's pitch black. I can feel the shift in her demeanor and she's quivering in hopeful, anxious anticipation of what I'm about to do to her.
The low lighting turns on and I go to the drawer of my armoire and pull out a couple of things. I have the silk blindfold that she wore before. I like her to feel me, not see me. I also grab a silk tie. Might as well take this thing even further.
She sees what I have in my hand and the intensity in the room magnifies. Her eyes widened as it registers what's about to come. I slip the blindfold over her eyes and then I flip her over so that I can tie her hands behind her back.
Having her tied up like this, vulnerable to my every whim and desire, makes me feel so powerful. So fucking hard.
I get off on this kind of thing and having it with Allie enhances the experience tenfold. It's the feeling I want to have with her. I can't explain why I just want to dominate her.
"Can you see?" I say.
"No," she says with a slight quiver in her voice.
I love that I make her this nervous. Even with the alcohol in her system, liquid courage so to say, she can't help but be a little fearful of me.
It's because I force her to explore unknown places. She was probably unaware of her desire to submit until she met me.
I bring her to new peaks of pleasure that she's never known, and yet commingled with that is a sense of pain. The pleasure-pain experience is what she craves and it's what I can deliver.
"Are you ready for this?" I ask.
"Yes," she breathes.
She doesn't even know what she just said yes to. I go to the side table beside the bed and pull out a couple more items. One thing I take out is a huge dildo which I intend on using on her very well. And then I pull out a little vibrator. Might as well make this interesting.
"What are those?" she asks.
"Shh," I caution her. "You'll find out soon."
She's tied up and blindfolded, bent over my bed, with her beautiful ass in the air. I take the vibrator and slowly insert it into her wet pussy. I know it's wet for me but she's not gonna have me just yet.
She gasps as I insert the toy deep inside her. Then I click on the button and it starts to vibrate and to rotate around.
I move the toy in and out slowly as it pulsates circles around inside of her. She's breathing hard and I can tell this is going to bring her maximum pleasure.
I do it for a while until I think she might explode. I can't have her coming just yet. Let's draw it out some more.
It's time to get my fill. I pull her over to the side of the bed so that her face is in line with the edge. Then I push my cock down her throat.
From my standing position, I have great access to her mouth and throat.
I hear her choking and breathing around my cock and it only serves to harden me more. I'm turned on, almost to a level that's more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I thrust and pump into her more but the sensation of her lips around me and her tongue sliding along my shaft, well, it's gonna make me come sooner than expected. I pull out.
Then I get onto the bed and take her from behind. I spread her open wide and use the little vibrator to circle her clit as I enter her.
"Xavier," she moans. "You're so fucking good. Fuck, I'm gonna explode."
Does she know that every time she breathes my name I get a little more determined to make it the only name she ever utters this way again?
The date was fun, the verbal sparring and sexual tension, but it's all been leading to this. This moment of me inside of her, her ultimate surrender, it's all we both care about.
Nothing gets better than this. We have a fucking connection. Something unexpected. I can't deny that anymore.
I fuck her gently at first. I just want to savor the sensation of her pussy tightening around me. Allie is everything and more and I don't know what I'm getting into, but for the moment I let myself sink deeper into her and into the awareness of our connection. It's all coming together.
The world is hazy and I just see Allie's blonde hair everywhere and her breathing intensifies to keep up with me.
She's all I have, and all I want, but even I can't admit this just yet. It's too real to acknowledge, so deep that it scares the shit out of me. What the fuck is happening with this girl?