Greg carried me up to my apartment. I didn’t question why he had chosen mine again, but I was grateful to have a familiar setting tonight. He slipped me down onto the bed without a single word and put each of my heels back on in a slow, meticulous fashion.
He made sure to rub each foot as he did this and the moans coming from me and him filled the room with sex before we had even gotten there, and I knew we were going to get there. There was a nagging sensation in my head, telling me that we needed to talk about what had just happened at the club, but the way Greg lifted my right leg to his shoulder it threw the thoughts right out of my head. From the hissing sound he made, I knew he was now seeing the white thong I was wearing. His hands ran up my legs to my thighs.
“Where did he touch you?” His voice was hoarse.
I grabbed for Greg’s hand, like I had with the guy at the club, and moved it to the center of my thigh. Greg’s eyes met mine just before he leaned down and placed his mouth there. What started as kisses turned into love bites, and then sucking. He was marking that spot as his and washing away any touch that could be lingering from the other man.
“Greg…” I moaned and warned as I stretched across the bed, a feeling of bliss washing over me, making me forget everything that had happened hours before—but only for tonight. Tonight I could let him wash away all the memories. Tonight I could revel in the forgetting. But tomorrow, I knew I would remember it all too clearly.
“That’s right, baby,” he removed his lips from me and then hoisted my other leg over his shoulder. “Say my name.”
“Greg!” This time it came out as a scream. It wasn’t his lips kissing me between my legs, but his teeth latching onto my clit and taking it as his own prisoner. I was the one being punished here, when it was Greg who misbehaved first by bringing that woman into the club. But I wasn’t going to let that ruin what was about to happen. The ravaging I needed in order to numb the pain of my heart. “Please.”
He looked up to me and I used my legs to push him away and placed one of my heels directly on his chest. The fire burned hotter in his eyes and he looked down to see where he had made my panties soaking wet.
“Yes, doll?” He stood there stoically, ready to do as I said. The power that ran through me felt real. I had this man in the palm of my hand and I truly had no idea what to do with him.
“Don’t touch me,” I said. He immediately moved his hands off me, but leaned into my heel and placed his hands on either side of my head.
“What next?” The way his eyes danced told me this was a game, one that I knew I couldn’t win. I wanted Greg to snap more than he did the last time, so I wondered just how far I could push before he did just that.
“Strip for me.” His eyes asked unspoken questions. “For every piece you take off, I’ll do the same.”
He looked down at my heels, but I pulled his chin back up to look at me.
“Those will stay on.”
He stood immediately and tossed off his shirt, throwing it across the room, where it landed in the corner. Next were his jeans and, once those were off, I slid out of my dress. When his boxers dropped to the floor, I unclasped the strapless bra I had been wearing and I was left in bed with nothing but my thong and heels on.
“You should be naked.” His voice was demanding, but he didn’t move to do anything about it.
“You should take them off with your teeth.” His eyes popped to mine and the grin that slid onto his face had me dripping. “But no touching, remember…”
I wagged my finger at him.
He maneuvered himself above me, hands placed on each side of my hips as he blew air onto my stomach. He took advantage of my sucked in stomach to latch his teeth onto the delicate lace and pulled it down my legs, all without using his hands.
“Cheater.” The word came out breathless as Greg pulled my panties down the last bit. Once they were off, he distanced himself, and I watched as he put the thong into his pants pocket. He turned around and shrugged.
“For tomorrow.” I shifted on the bed, trying to move further away from him as he stalked towards me. He crawled onto the bed, again making his way on top of me, but proving true to my demands of him not touching me. My legs were spread out and Greg was kneeled between them with his hands resting on the bed beside my hips again.
“So,” he leaned in closer to me and his breath tickled my ear. “What next, doll?”
I knew what I wanted next, but I didn’t know how to say it.
I wanted this man to just take me, do what he wanted with me.
“Lilly…” His voice was tense as I looked down between us to see his cock strained, with the veins popping out. Each time I looked at it, it just became more and more impressive in girth.
“Punish me.” The words filled the sexually charged air and lit the gasoline that was surrounding us, setting us up in a blaze of glory.
“Lilly,” Greg propped himself up above me with his elbow now caging in my head and his body barely inches from my own. There was no more distancing himself, and I thought for a second I had said something wrong when he didn’t do as I said. “What do you want?”
I racked my brain trying to think of how to explain exactly what I wanted from him. I wasn’t the romance novel reader like Alexa was, so I pulled out what felt right in my heart.
“Take me, however you want to take me.” I put my hand on his chest, finally initiating contact, and traced up his neck, circling my thumb around his pulse. He leaned in closer to me.
“In my head, Lilly, this doesn’t end in rainbows and happiness.” He licked his lip and then bent down to bite my bottom lip. “In my head I’m going to hurt you and fuck you in ways you’ve never even thought of.”
“Do it,” I egged him on. I wanted him to bring back the anger he had in the club that had fueled us to this exact spot.
“If you ask me one more time, you won’t be coming.” He looked me directly in the eyes. “Bad girls don’t get that kind of satisfaction.”
“Fuck me.” I hadn’t meant for the words to come out as a demand for him, but more a plea to myself. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t give a flying fuck. I wanted this man to take me, actually take me, and never let me go.
He pressed his lips to mine, not as a passionate kiss, but as taking one. One that I had no control over. I tried to kiss him back, but he broke away from me and flipped me over so that I was on my stomach. His hands ran down my back to my ass. They kneaded me and spread my thighs out, so that all of me was exposed.
His finger pressed into me and massaged around my cum, moving it up to my ass and slowly slipping into my hole. The sensation felt different and I tensed up as the foreign object tried to intrude.
“Just relax.” He leaned in and kissed my ass cheek. I looked behind and watched as he went back to sticking his finger in my ass. Slowly in and out, making sure to go back down to my soaking wet pussy to get more to help his finger get in easier.
I let out a moan and then buried my face into the pillow. I felt a tight pinch in my ass as he put his whole finger in and tried to pull away, but his free hand held me still. I whined into the pillow from the pain but it soon turned into moans as his pace became faster and I soon adjusted. He was so close to me now that I could feel his cock bobbing up and down against my center, but it wasn’t going in.
“You won’t get this tonight.” Greg had leaned down and bit into my ass cheek. I screamed out into the empty apartment. “There is only one place this cock will be going.”
His cock was directly under me and I knew he could feel the slickness dripping out of me and onto him. I needed to know what he meant, though, because anal was not what I was expecting tonight.
“Where?” I asked with caution.
“That fucking mouth of yours.” He moved up my body, sliding his hands against me until his face was right next to mine. He hissed into my ear and then removed himself from me. I looked over my shoulder and he was standing at the end of the bed and then came over to the side and grabbed for me. I pulled away, unsure why I was afraid of what was to come. When he saw me hesitation, Greg froze. His hands went into the air as a surrender that he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before deciding that whatever we were going to do we were both going to be in it together.
“Where do you want me?” It was the best offering I could give him right now. A way to show that he was in charge, but that I was still going to call the shots.
He leaned against the bed, hands on the comforter and thighs resting against the edge.
“Come here.” He lifted a hand and pointed to the spot directly in front of his cock. “Lie down on your back, face up.”
I was tightening up and my pussy contracted like it had his cock already inside of it. He said I wouldn’t get it except for in my mouth and thoughts consumed me about what exactly he meant.
I crawled over to him and laid down exactly as he said. I laid down on my back face up with my head resting at the edge of the bed. When I looked up I got a full view of Greg’s abs, his whole torso and, most importantly, his cock that was waving in my face.
I tried to reach out to lick it, but he pulled away.
“You aren’t running this show anymore, Lilly.” He placed a hand on my throat and pushed me into the bed. “This pretty little mouth is mine.”
His free hand moved my legs apart, where he got a full view of just how happy I was to oblige.
“Now open up.”
I did as he said, opening my mouth, so that my tongue was laying out, begging for him to lay his cock against it, but he didn’t. He pumped his cock a few times and then laid the tip in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and tried to suck in, but he pulled back out.
“I get to decide what to do with this mouth, not you.” He looked down at me, his eyes asking permission to continue and my heart almost melted. Whatever game we were playing was only for sex, it had nothing to do with us, and it made my trust in him grow so much more.
“Ok,” I said in the most sheepish voice that I could.
He put his cock back in my mouth and pushed down further and I tried to open up wider to be able to fit all of him. He dove to the side in my mouth, hitting my cheek and pumping in and out a little faster.
“Yeah, baby, like that.” I rubbed my tongue up and down his shaft, trying to open up wider still. He pulled my head over the edge, never pulling out, and leaned my head down the side of the bed to accommodate getting more of his cock into my mouth. He was standing with one foot on the floor and one on the edge of the bedpost with both of his hands supporting my head, basically rutting into my mouth.
I slurped down, sucking in more of his cock and he let loose. He moved a hand to wrap around my neck and took full control. Pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat to the point where I was choking, but I pushed it down and savored the dominance that Greg was showing. He was taking what he wanted, just like I had asked him to, and he was taking it from me.
I moved my hands down to my thighs and started to trace over myself. Greg hissed at my movement.
“No touching yourself.” True to his words, I removed my hands from my body and placed them on his. I put a hand on his ass and tried to bring him closer to me, which caused his thrusts to become harder and faster. I could feel him starting to pull in my mouth and I knew he was close. With my other hand, and moved it under us and grabbed for his balls. I started to play with them and then moved to the base of his cock to give a little squeeze.
“Fuck!” Greg roared.
He thrust a few more times into me and then stationed himself there for a minute as spurts of cum shot into the back of my throat. I tried to open my mouth to be able to swallow it down. He slowly pulled out of me and some of it spilled out over my lips, but I used my tongue to capture it back in. The action caught his attention and his cock twitched in front of my face before he hauled me from where I was lying and pulled me up the bed to lay in the middle of the pillows with him.
He left me to go into the in-suite bathroom and came out with a wet towel, while rubbing his cock up and down. I closed my legs and rubbed them together, trying to get some friction to a release.
“Someone looks needy.” The mischief in Greg’s eyes made me moan and, when he climbed onto the bed and started to wipe down my face where some of his cum was still left, I opened my legs as wide as I could for him. He reached down to my wet pussy and I couldn’t help but give into him as he moved the towel up and down. He maneuvered himself between my legs again, descending his head between them and this time when his mouth landed on me, he didn’t stop.
“Greg.” I pleaded with him. Wanting him to stop the torture, but wanting him to continue to ravish me and keep me on edge.
“You aren’t allowed to come until you ask.”
“What?” My voice was shaky, not understanding what he was saying.
“You have to ask for it, doll, no other way to get it.” He latched back onto me but then removed his lips once again. “You were good with that fucking, so this is only a consolation prize.”
I looked down at him, seeing the seriousness in his eyes.
“If you really want to come,” he kept eye contact with me and leaned down to lick me one more time, “you have to ask for it.”
He stayed suspended over my pussy, waiting to see if I would give in to one last demand from him and I did. I gave in, not just to the orgasm, but to Greg in general. I would eventually get to the bottom of our issues, but the first step was my giving in.
“May I come?”
The question caused a chain reaction. First with a smile crossing Greg’s face and then his face sandwiching between my legs and him lapping up my juices while he sucked on my clit, sending me over the edge of oblivion. Second, I came with a vengeance, my body rocking off of the bed, but Greg’s hands held me down, so that I couldn’t leave him. Third was Greg pulling me into his arms and wrapping me up in his warmth as we laid on top of my comforter and soon fell asleep.
And fourth was waking up the next morning with Greg nowhere in sight.
No note.
No texts.
Nothing.