I’ve been texting Maya all day but I haven’t gotten any response. Of course, I’m well aware of the irony that I, the busy man, the lone wolf, am being played. I’m usually the one that never calls back. Maybe this is an aphrodisiac, to pretend as if last night wasn’t the most romantic night of our lives.

We made gentle love…pure. I almost felt innocent again. I almost felt like a teen losing my virginity, if not in body than in mind. Never before had I ever been so unprotected, so vulnerable with a woman before. She’s young but she has so much heart. She is the antithesis of my corporate world, this disgusting universe of self-indulgent monsters we call capitalists. With her life is perfect. Life is something attainable. Something beautiful.

Still…it’s been an entire day and still no word from Maya. I’m starting to think this isn’t a waiting game. Could I have done something wrong? I always forget that when dealing with Maya, I never seem to know where I stand with her.

Sometimes she’s offended. Sometimes she’s aroused. Sometimes she seems as if she’s really into me…but her eyes are deceptive. Her smile is always hiding something, like the Mona Lisa. Like Aphrodite, she casts a spell. She’s a hard to read animal, that’s for sure.

Finally, she answers me…

SORRY BEEN BUSY

Too busy for me?! I almost text back a fit of rage…but try to control myself. How dare she say she’s BUSY. She’s not busy, I am busy. I’m the one running an empire! Good God, this girl is impossible to please.

CAN WE MEET LATE TONIGHT? KIND OF WANT TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING.

That doesn’t sound good. Women never want to “talk” unless it’s bad news. I’m still racking my brain trying to figure out what I did wrong. I was hard for the whole second encounter. I didn’t break, I made her orgasm until she wanted no more! I know my dick is long enough, that’s NEVER been a complaint. I was sweet, I was gentle. I spoke of love, did I not?

But I already sense something is off. Is it possible my extravagant lifestyle scared her away? I know I’m not as PURE as you are, Maya. But have I not a heart? Am I not a man-child, looking for love as earnestly as a pauper would? I don’t understand this game you’re playing.

But maybe that’s the game. Maybe your intent is to always keep me guessing. God damn it, Maya. I’m not a pet. I’m not a cat or a pig. You can’t train me. You can’t change me or force me to be your fucking high school quarterback. I’m not a poor boy, I’m a success. I’ll be the best thing that ever happens to you, that’s for sure. I don’t even…

Oh, another message is incoming.

YOU’RE A REALLY NICE GUY.

Oh shit.

“I don’t understand,” I say, dueling her eyes, which seem entirely removed from the conversation. “I thought we felt something together.” Maya has agreed to meet me at the Nicens Steakhouse, one of the priciest restaurants in the city and my personal favorite. Oddly enough, she seems underdressed for such a formal place. Does she not understand dress code or…

“We did. We really did.”

I lean back in my booth, not quite sure what’s coming.

“Look…I know what you’re thinking.”

“Oh?” she says, her beady little eyes looking up.

“I can’t change my history. I’m not a good boy, I’m not your boyfriend from high school. I’ve done things, I’ve done terrible things. With many women. Terrible things. Things I can’t even tell you…” I laugh nervously. I probably shouldn’t go into detail about this. “Umm yeah, anyway, I know I’m a bit much. But I think I showed you last night that I really AM a good guy. Just like the hero on the TV. The persona behind the camera. He is part of me, you realize. He is the other side…”

“Zander,” she says with a pained face. “Don’t take this the wrong way.”

“Of course not. Honesty is always my preferred wording. Hold nothing back.”

“I’m glad we have that in common,” she says with a smile. “I really enjoyed last night and it was everything I dreamed it would be.”

I smile in relief.

“You were gentle, romantic. A really awesome guy. Sweet…caring. Just like I always knew you were deep down. You were the Valentine’s Day gift I always wanted. Even though we didn’t actually last till Valentine’s Day.” She laughs. “We both kind of lost all control of ourselves and made love like ten times or whatever…”

“Thanks.” I smile stupidly. I’ve had lots of practice. No, don’t say that. That’s a terribly unromantic thing to say!

“But here’s the thing…” She loses her smile, as do I. “I always thought, you know, that sex with a billionaire bad boy would be a little more…WILD. You know?”

“What?” My face goes pale white. This is definitely not a good sign.

“I dunno. Part of me really liked what we did. But like, the other part of me was wondering…why is he so gentle? I just thought it would be a little bit crazy, you know? Like ‘oh my God’ crazy, freaky stuff. But that’s not a bad thing.”

“Oh my God.” I shake my head in disbelief.

“It’s fine! Really!”

“Gentle? What are you talking about? I am wild! I am insane!”

She shakes her head and rumples her chin. “If you say so.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I did all that romantic, slow-moving shit for you! I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“It’s cool. I guess we just have different ideas of…you know…sexual experimentation.”

“Oh, fuck that. No way, no way. I am WILD. I’m extremely wild. I’m a Wildling!”

Maya laughs. “If you say so, baby. I mean, I just thought…you know…”

“WHAT?”

“That billionaire pervert guy…the guy my parents hated…the one everyone says is pure evil…I just thought that guy would be into more crazy things. That’s all.”

“You want crazy? You want crazy?”

“Nah, I don’t.” Maya pats my hand and I stare at her fingers…she’s giving me the tap. “I just wanted you. To be the real you. And you were awesome.”

Who the fuck does she think she is? “I am insane! You’re the fucking virgin girl trying to tell me I’m not wild enough for you!”

“Well, thanks. But I’m not a virgin anymore. Still sore too.”

I grin sarcastically. “Yeah and you would have been a lot sorer if I wasn’t being so damn gentle for you!”

“I appreciate it…I guess.”

“Well then give me another chance.”

“No, no, Zander. I wanted the real you. And I was happy to meet that guy.”

“So are we through? Is this it?”

“Well, we were never exactly together…”

“But I like you. I thought you liked me.”

“I do like you, Zander. But I thought you, of all people, would realize…”

“Yes? What?”

“After two people have sex, you know, it’s not their real heart talking. It’s all the oxytocin, you know? The love drugs. It’s like we’re high. We’re not thinking rationally. I figured YOU would be giving me this speech! Kind of a role reversal.”

“Yes, but…” I laugh in disbelief. “I get it, I do. The whole pheromones, endorphins, yeah that does sound like something I would say. But…I think in this particular instance…”

“What I was saying was, I just don’t want to commit to anyone right now.”

“Commit? I’m the one who should be talking to you about my fear of commitment!”

“I’m sorry I stole your thunder,” she says with a smirk. “I just don’t want to be tied down to anyone. I’m young. I don’t want my first lover to be my only lover. That seems like a really lonely existence.”

“Yeah, neither do I!” I reply in venom. “I have sex with lots of women!”

“Go you,” Maya says sarcastically. “And I look forward to doing the same. Er, with men, obviously.”

“Lots of girls, lots!”

“Good, so we agree. We’re both happier just hanging out. You know, as friends.”

“But not…friends with benefits?”

“Well…it would be kind of weird, wouldn’t it? I mean you have your billion-dollar life. All those models and groupies and such. And I have my job here and…you know, two different worlds.”

“But I like you, Maya,” I say earnestly. “Sex isn’t what I want from you. I mean…”

“Well, sex isn’t what I want from you either,” she says calmly. “Not anymore. I think we crossed that road. And now here we are. I want sex, you don’t.”

“I can give that to you.”

“I think I can manage,” she says with a wink. “So let’s just try being friends. Maybe we can chat and text and stuff. You know, like cool people do?”

Motherfucker! She wants to be text buddies? Like I’m a fucking Riverdale teenager? I’m fucking Zander Troy! I have more money than Donald Trump and more connections all over the world than Richard Branson. George Clooney wishes he had the kind of girls I get every weekend, especially now that he’s an old married fart.

I am NOT your texting buddy!

“You know, Maya?” I say spitefully. “Forget this. Forget all of this. I don’t NEED this shit. And for your information, I wasn’t born yesterday like YOU. I already know you better than you know yourself.”

“Oh really?”

I laugh in supervillainy, my heart still racing at the very thought of being rejected by a nobody. “I know what you really want.”

“Yeah…because I just told you?”

“No, that’s not what you want. You’re playing me. Because you WANT me to commit to you. You want me to be this love-sick guy that holds gushy stupid love signs waiting for you at the airport. You want me to get on my hands and knees and propose to you like some poor schmuck. Well, that ain’t going to happen, doll face.”

Maya nods in sarcasm. “Oh yeah, that’s what I want. Not just sex, like I just admitted in complete honesty. Not some strange cock that I really, really want to feel. I really just want you to be a super nice guy and propose to me. And have like, twelve of your babies. Yeah, totally figured me out, bro.”

“…Fuck you!” I say in wide-eyed surprise. “I have to be somewhere. No, I have to be in someone else! That’s where I have to be.”

“Me too,” she says with a widened smile. “Have fun.”

The slut, the tramp, the bad little de-virginized vixen mocks me! From my vantage point, I can see everything, including the foolishness of those mortals below me on the dance floor. Maya is dressed to kill. A sexy cleavage-bearing black plunge dress that showcases her flawless figure. She wears heavy makeup and high-heel shoes. She’s dressed to tempt, to seduce…all to spite me and my lack of sexual perversity. Ohhh, if she only knew!

Maya came to Ernie’s, the club on 58^th Street, the hottest club in town. No doubt to sample the selection of “available men” who aren’t me. Not that any of them could compare to me. I could buy this dump and kick everyone out if I wanted to. But I’m halfway curious to know what Maya plans to do. Her intent is obviously to meet a stranger, let him be charming, and then have sex with him.

Don’t bother making him WORK FOR IT like I had to do. No, just give it away for free like you’re a fucking buffet, Maya.

But the point, of course, the point, is to compare HIM to ME. To see if every guy is as perfect as I am. If every guy is as thick and hung as Zander Troy. To see if just ANY old schmoozer could afford my amazing life. No, Maya. They can’t. And soon enough, you will realize that.

I am in the Troy dynasty. I’m not just a man of the world, I own the world. I gave the world its perversities. I lent the world its whores, I invested in its polyamory, and I hosted its orgies of defilement. I am the Devil himself. And my cock is just as red as that lesser evil bastard!

I watch impatiently as Maya converses with the locals. There are a few guys here and there. Black dudes, country music rejects, military guys and hipster nerds. But none of them are me. None of them are special, none of them are gods. I know Maya, probably better than she knows herself. She doesn’t want a strange cock, in her own words. Numbers mean nothing to Maya. She wants something special. She wants emotional connection. She wants to feel something new and liberating. She wants corruption, that’s what she wants.

Only one man has her attention in the bar right now. His name is Antonio. He’s a big, burly guy, but he has a certain animal magnetism about him. His power over women is incomparable, well, next only to me. Just looking at Maya across the room with his big dumb Italian smile is already capturing Maya’s attention. I knew she would pay the most attention to him. Because all the other guys have only mastered the dialog. They haven’t mastered the presence. And Maya is all about the energy of the moment.

From my perfect seat, I can overhear everything they’re saying.

“I’ll buy you a drink. Yes? Order yourself a drink.” His accent is thick, but the novelty charm of a foreigner is only sweetening the deal for Maya. “You look thirsty.”

“I’m not thirsty.”

“You’re dressed like you’re thirsty.” His eyes are killer. Maya can’t help but respond to his sexual energy. He knows exactly what he wants and his alpha pheromones start to interact with hers, promising something amazing.

“That’s a little rude, don’t you think?” she says, already sucking in air, her heart racing at the anticipation. The man is so horny for her, she might not even make it out of this bar before getting mad-fucked.

“Teasing, of course. I think you’re beautiful. The other women here spend lots of money just trying to look like you do when you first wake up in the morning. You’re a natural beauty.”

“Thank you.” She sighs breathily. She already senses there’s something dangerous about him. Antonio doesn’t have to flex nuts. He’s already oozing masculinity and excitement. His gangster lifestyle is palpable, it’s in the air, it’s in his breathing. The world begs for his permission, begs for his attention. All a woman needs is a command to suck his dick.

Antonio sucks down his cigarette, mentally undressing her in his mind but keeping his cool bear-like posture perfectly controlled. “You’re running from something.”

“Excuse me?”

“I know that look. It’s none of my business, of course. But it makes you interesting.”

“Well, thanks, but I’m not that interesting.”

“The fact that you say you’re not interesting makes you less interesting.”

She laughs. “All right, fine. You can hit on someone else.”

“HEY,” he says, a lion’s roar in his voice. “Don’t turn your back on me. I’m sorry if I offended you, okay. Talk to me. Tell me your problem.”

She turns back to him and raises her chin proudly. She responds to his power, against her will, against her conscience that’s noticed tons of red flags already. He’s a dangerous man. Out of respect, she continues to indulge him. It’s too late to escape him. Better to just let him take what he wants.

“I’m not running. Maybe I should be running from you.”

“Maybe. But I haven’t let you go yet.” He turns on his charm and grins.

“I’m not really looking for anything.”

“You come in here. Looking for something, obviously. Maybe you found it.”

She smirks back at him. “No, I’m not looking for trouble.”

“Not trouble, just fun. Exactly what you came in here for.”

“I didn’t come looking for anything.”

“Bullshit,” he says. “I know what you came in here for.”

“Nope!” she says widening her eyes, trying way too hard to show Antonio that he’s not her type. “Now leave me alone or I’ll tell the bartender about you.”

“How about I tell the bartender about you? They’re not going to kick me out. They’ll kick you out. I’m the boss around here.”

“Fine, I’ll leave…”

“No, you don’t leave until I tell you. I still have something to say.”

She eyes him in heightened emotion. His danger is turning her on. Her breathing is rough, her skin blushing in heat. But she can hardly admit it to herself.

“Can I leave then?”

“Maybe. Answer a few more questions, then I let you go.”

“Fine!” she says loudly.

“You like being told what to do?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Stand up. Turn around. Let me see you.”

She sighs…her chest heaving in and out. But sure enough, she obeys him, because she loves the way it makes her feel.

“You look beautiful.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Call him up. Let him know you’re going to be a few hours late.”

She laughs…but a strange laugh. A guttural, breathy laugh that suggests she doesn’t really think he’s funny. But definitely tickling her funny bone.

“A few hours? For your information, I am not going anywhere with you!”

“I didn’t ask. Did I?”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“I don’t care about your name. You don’t care about my name. We’ve even.”

“I do care about a guy’s name and I do care that he knows my name!”

“You pretend like you want a nice guy. Like your boyfriend, right? But that’s not why you’re here.”

“Oh, why am I here?”

“You don’t like nice guys. You came here because you want something…new.”

“Like what?” she says, breathing hard.

“Come upstairs. To the VIP room. Just to have a look around.”

“No. I don’t trust you.”

“I’m not lying or hiding anything. Ask me anything you want.”

“What’s up there?”

“A few TVs, a bar, a dance floor. A few other things.”

“Like what?”

“Pool table.” He winks.

“I don’t play pool.”

“Neither do I, so let’s not break balls, eh?” He laughs.

“Fine,” she says, spitefully. “Just to look around. But after this, I want you to leave me alone.”

“Deal. Take one look around and then we don’t know each other.”

“Fine. But I want you to tell me your name.”

“My name is Justin Timberlake,” he sighs. “Who cares?”

“Try again.”

“Antonio, okay?”

“Better. And now you ask me my name like a gentleman.”

“Your name is Delilah,” he responds, followed by a chuckle. “Come on.”

Maya sucks on his tongue, reeling from the kiss he planted on her. She couldn’t even wait until he showed her the whole room. The wine was already getting to her. Her pussy was already angry and stinging her. She goes breathless as he kisses her with entitlement, having no limits or boundaries beyond one simple rule: he wants the hottest women in the room. Always.

He shoves her against the pool table and unwraps her black straps, exposing her sexy black bra.

She sighs nervously, not even believing herself that she’s going to fuck an absolute beast of a man. For no other reason, except that she’s never done it before. She loved her virginity but now hates her inexperience.

She coos as he begins putting his hot lips all over her breasts.

“Take this off,” Antonio grunts in frustration, pulling her bra recklessly. Aching to suck on her yummy nipples. “Now.”

“So impatient…” she says, unhooking her bra strap from behind. Her titties pop out as the bra falls back on the table.

“I wanted you the moment I saw you.”

“Now what are you going to do with me?”

“Put something in that big mouth of yours.”

“Asshole!” she giggles.

Antonio grabs her in a strong hug, taking turns sucking on Maya’s big perky nipples. She signs in agony, whispering silly virgin talk to make herself wetter.

“Don’t tell anyone about this…oh God, this is so unlike me.”

“You just need a real man to fuck you, eh?”

“Yeah…” she sighs, holding her breasts together and letting him motorboat her tits. “Oh yeah, like that…”

“Kill the lights,” Antonio says, activating a computer-controlled function. Suddenly, the lights go dark.

“Ooh shy boy when it comes to action, huh?”

“No, I’m not shy. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Ugnhhn…” she moans, as Antonio pulls her panties. “You sure work fast.”

“But I stay hard all night, yeah?”

“You better!” she teases back.

Maya excitedly looks downward, though she can’t quite see Antonio’s dick…or much of anything else because of the darkened lighting.

“You like a big cock?” he says, shoving his big finger into her wet, little almost-virginal pussy.

“Ohhhh fuck! Yeah, put it in me.”

“Lean back on the pool table.”

“Ahhh yeah…give it to me. I want your cock”

“You told me you would suck my dick?”

“Yeah…” she says gleefully, until she gets an unexpected surprise.

“Mmmphhh!” she says, suddenly feeling giant cock in her mouth. She spits it out. “What the fuck!”

“Suck on my dick,” Antonio says, still fingering her pussy.

“But…” Maya looks around in confusion. She can’t see anything but the fact that Antonio’s fingers are ramming her cunt at the same time a dick is slamming into her mouth makes her question the laws of physics.

“Suck the dick. It’s not brain surgery, eh?”

“Where the hell are you?” she says in confusion, but still cooperating and sucking that glorious, huge, delicious cock.

“I said suck my dick. It’s not science. It’s sucking a dick!”

“Mmmm!” Maya says, obeying his voice and sucking MY huge, glorious cock, still trying to figure out where in the hell Antonio’s voice is coming from. Yes, from my seat I really do have the perfect view of the situation. Namely on top of the fucking pool table.

Maya’s voice cracks as she realizes two mouths are sucking her nipples at the same time. “Oh my God…what’s happening?”

“What do you think?” Antonio says. “We’re having a little fun, that’s all.”

“Mmmm…oh God…how many of you are there?”

“What are you talking about?” Antonio says with a wicked laugh.

Maya cries out to the ceiling as she feels a man’s lips licking her nipples while another mouth places gentle kisses down her belly.

“There’s two of you…”

“You’re crazy, girl.”

“Ahhhh!” Maya moans, feeling a set of lips settling in on her clit. “Aaahhhhh…”

“Don’t stop sucking my cock. Suck it.”

“Mmmm!” Maya mumbles as she gobbles the strange cock while getting her kitty licked out. “Mmmmph!” she cackles, almost choking on the cock while an orgasmic waves goes through her body.

“You like that? You like that cock?”

“Mmm-hmmm…”

“Prove it.”

Maya gasps right before filling her mouth with two rock hard dicks.

“Suck them both at the same time.”

“I thought there was only one of you!”

“Shut up,” Antonio says, grabbing her hair and pulling her closer. I do the same thing…we take turns grabbing Maya’s strands and stuffing more cock down her bratty little throat.

“Mmmllkkk!” she gags, swallowing both of us and jerking us off at the same time.

“Good girl,” Antonio says. Maya is disturbed by her other lover’s lack of noise. But she immediately trusts him. She lets him own her mouth, instantly trusting him more than any other stranger.

“You want to feel two cocks cumming in you?”

“Yes…”

“Say it.”

“I wanna…feel…”

Maya suddenly gets a sharp pang of orgasm as a beautiful dick lunges forward, filling her tight snatch with more girth than she can handle. “Ohh God!”

“You like that?” Antonio asks, while his voice seems to Maya to be floating around the room. “Say it. Say I want to feel two cocks.”

Maya whines and grovels, as she feels that beautiful cockhead slide inside of her wetness. “Ohh yeah! Give it to me! Give me two cocks!”

“Say you want two cocks.”

“Give me!” Maya grunts like a bitch. “Give me those cocks. Mmmmm!”

Just as she’s penetrated deeper, another cock flies into her mouth, smacking the back of her throat.

“Yeah fill her holes,” Antonio says. “Spit roast this bitch. You like that, girl?”

“Gacckk!” she replies, spitting up, while her wet pussy is filled.

“Take it deeper.”

“Which one?” she says spitting the head out.

“Don’t talk!” she’s told, right before we both go deeper. One huge cock goes deep and passes her tightest curtains, reaching a new wet plain—probably the deepest she’s ever felt. That beautiful cock hard-fucks her, deep in and fast pull out. She feels every inch of that shining cock sliding in and out and stretching her tight pussy.

The other, lesser cock deep-penetrates her throat going so deep she pukes up nothing. She gurgles spit all over that cock, surrendering all power to her masters.

“Take both. Take both those cocks. Deeper.”

“MNNNN!” she mumbles, right before taking both cocks even deeper into her orifices. She takes the dick down her throat so deep she starts panicking and slapping whatever body part she can find.

She gurgles until the entire big dick ejects from her mouth, leaving her a screaming mess. “Fuck!” she wheezes. “Choking to death!”

“Oh, too long for you? You want balls in your mouth instead?”

Maya is shoved back onto the pool table, still with beautiful dick pounding her in front. One of the two mystery men climbs on the pool table and drags his big balls all over her face. She licks his testicles as they flop all around her chin and mouth, getting into position.

She groans as she feels strong hands shove her titties together and make a wet little pocket good enough for daddy. “Ahhhh!” she screams as a big wet cock slides in between her squashed breasts, reverse tittyfuck-style.

“Yeah, fuck those titties. Tell me what you want.”

“Aaahhh!” she groans, still getting thunder-fucked in the pussy and barely able to speak against her rising orgasm.

“Say it!”

“Fuck my tits…” she groans, holding her breasts together with her elbows, while a pair of big cold hands grip her breasts from above.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

Maya extends her neck backwards, her tongue licking those salty gonads while a cock head squeezes in and out of her big, wet pocket of flesh. She feels a tingling all over her body. Her breast orgasm is only enhanced by her pussy getting drilled so hard.

Her pussy is stretched out at the same time her head rises up, sticking her tongue right in between the balls and the asshole, licking that hard-to-find perineum.

Meanwhile a perfectly chiseled hand wanders over from her breast to her hairy triangle below, finding her hidden clit. Now she feels an extra burn—a strong clitoral orgasm complementing her hard pussy fuck. She can’t even keep track of all the hands and fingers now. Maybe even more than two guys are fucking her…but it doesn’t matter. She’s a slave for the moment and all she wants to be happy is big fucking dick!

The lesser cock pulls out of her oily breasts and shoves its way back into her open mouth. She sucks it hard, filling her throat with as much deep shaft as she has in her pussy.

“Suck it harder, come on, that’s a girl. Suck it harder.”

“Ohhh God!” she says, spitting it out and gasping for air, right before being smacked around by those thick, hard balls.

She spreads her legs and welcomes more of that beautiful cock into her pussy as she’s mounted on the table, arms outstretched. Her hands pound into the green material as she gets pulverized with ten inches of meat plopping so deep it’s hitting her cervix.

Meanwhile she sucks on each ball of her other lover, stroking his shaft and rubbing the sensitive underside of the cockhead, ready for that fucker to spray like a fountain.

She yanks harder and sucks the head again, daring this asshole not to blow his load prematurely.

Her breasts are ravaged by hungry lips sucking on her nipples and intensifying her orgasm.

“Ohhh yeah!” she screams, holding that beautiful face in between her big wet tits. “Right there! I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum! Keep fucking me right there!”

She’s pounded harder and faster while the other cock plows through her lips and into deep-throating again.

As she gargles up spit and precum, she unleashes a guttural howl. Her body spirals all over the table, her titties bouncing so fast, her sweat shimmying all over our bodies.

She’s creaming all over my beautiful cock! Oh shit, I can hardly control myself this time…she’s so hot and wet inside I’m struggling to flex my muscle and hold it in.

“Ooooohhh shit!” she screams, still rocking back and forth as Antonio tittyfucks her from the opposite end.

“Ohhh I’m cumming!” he grunts, causing her to squeal and sing, desiring his cum deposit. He aims his dick right into her nipples and unloads. His cum squirts out hard and long, her innocent chest being tainted with nasty sperm.

The feeling of another man cumming all over my beloved only grips my balls and clenches my shaft tighter. I can’t help it…I’m going to cum inside of her!

I stay quiet, resisting the urge to blurt something out and give away the surprise.

But she stays quiet too. She wants me to cum inside of her. She’s not objecting. She’s not protesting or even asking me for a damn thing. She’s just going to let me cum!

But…does she even know that it’s me? Is she really ready to take some man’s strange spunk? I didn’t even cum inside of her the first two times we were together!

Maya…how dare you. How dare you! I loved you…I loved you and I resisted cumming in you. But now you’re going to let someone in the dark claim your pussy as his own?

I know, I know, it’s still me…but Maya doesn’t know that!

To my shock, Maya is tired of waiting. She hums…and reaches around to finger my asshole! I can’t even stop myself! The feeling of light penetration sends chills up my balls and shaft and sets off the alarm.

I unleash a feral scream as I shoot all my cum deep inside her tight wet pussy! God, I’m cumming so hard I can’t even pull out like I normally do. I just sit there, deeply entrenched inside of her snatch. I cum so hard I shoot at least ten spurts of semen into her tightest recesses—so deep down there, I don’t even think those are organs!

Damn, she heard me. She still hasn’t said anything. But I sense she’s rubbing her pubic mound, loving the feeling of my internal cumshot, not to mention that goop still dripping down her chest.

“Lights on,” I command.

Antonio’s ferocious eyes fix upon me and then back to Maya. Suddenly, he loses all nerve and scurries away like a fucking hamster before I even open my mouth.

“OUT,” I command him.

Maya watches in blasé as the man she once knew as the most dangerous gangster she had ever met trembles like a boy in the presence of True Royalty.

Namely ME. The only man she considers special. The only man who knows Maya better than she knows herself.

She doesn’t seem impressed. Even as Antonio suits up and leaves, and she cleans herself off, she can barely bring herself to look at me.

“Did you know it was me?” I ask, a little desperately, a little too eager for an answer.

Which of course, she uses against me.

“I had NO idea,” she says with a smirk. “But now that I know…”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re disgusting,” she says bobbing her head back and forth.

I smile in good spirits as I watch her brush the cum from her body. My glorious portrait of innocence tainted with vulgarity. Cum-paint dumped all over the Mona Lisa.

“Good,” I say, almost relieved at the idea. “And this was nothing, this was just my Wednesday afternoon. I moved it up just for you.”

“So you hired that guy to seduce me? I mean…” She shrugs in revulsion. “That’s sick! How did you even know I would go with him and not some other guy?”

“Because I know you,” I say staring her down. “I knew exactly the kind of guy you would go for after ridding yourself of me. I know what attracts you. I know what you respond to. And I knew Antonio, who I know from way back, was the right man for the job. After all…I couldn’t afford to risk losing you to some psychopath in a poor man’s bar. If you’re going to cheat on me, it has to be with a man of my choosing, a man who deserves you and can handle you.”

“Oh my God,” she laughs. “You are the most possessive guy I’ve ever met.”

“And you like it.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. We just made you cum by dominating you and telling you exactly what to do. Sometimes what a girl wants most is to not think and to just feel. Isn’t that right?”

She sighs and stares at me in judgment. Her outrage melts away until she second-glances me in curiosity.

“Admit it. You liked it. It’s even more perverse that this spontaneous fuckfest was all planned by yours truly.”

“So what do you want?” she says with roll of her head. “An award?”

“Yes. I want an award. I want you to admit it. Say I’m kinkier than you are. I’m wilder than you are. I surpassed your expectations.”

She gradually smiles. “You get partial credit. You’re ALMOST as kinky as I am. Almost.”

My smile releases and I look on in dread. “And…when you let me…inside you…”

“Don’t worry, I’m on birth control. So don’t freak out. Your worst nightmare isn’t happening, okay?”

I nod in relief.

“Believe me, you’re the last man that should be reproducing, Zander.”

“I want to see you again. I want you, Maya. I want to give you every experience you crave, beyond your wildest imagination. You’ll never have any limits with me, not when I’m doing my worst.”

“And what if I don’t want you?”

“Then I’ll chase you,” I respond strongly. “I’ll not relent until I win. Until I possess all of you, always. Everything about you, screams me. We’re meant to be. Can’t you feel it?”

I grip her sweating, filthy body firmly and kiss her on the lips with greedy lips. All my mess, all my doing. I can corrupt her, or I can treat her like an angel. She’ll be my Madonna, or she’ll be my whore. But whatever Maya DeBank wants to be, she will be mine and only mine.