Zandor
“She’s not a morning person?” I smiled at her roommate.
“Actually, she usually is. The past couple weeks…” She squealed when her boyfriend picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
“Nice to meet you, Zandor. I’m Drew by the way.” He held out his hand and I shook it. “I’m gonna go get Tiffany ready for her day.”
He started walking down the hall and Tiffany squeezed his ass and then waved at me as he turned to shut the bedroom door behind them.
The apartment was pretty cool. Brick walls, exposed pipes running across the ceiling, low-hung large windows, and wall-mounted radiator heating. It was clearly an old building that had been loved and maintained and had survived Sandy.
I heard the bathroom door open behind me and I glanced at the mirror hanging on the wall. I watched through it as she threw a little silent tantrum behind my back in amusement. I didn’t want her to stop. She was wrapped in that black robe, mock stomping her feet and hands fisted. Feisty little kitty. I was gonna tie her up, render her motionless. Take every delicious inch of those tits in my mouth and then fuck her senseless.
She must have noticed me watching her because she stopped. “Go get ready, Bekah. We’re already late.”
Her mouth snapped shut and she stormed past me into her room and slammed the door. As luck would have it, the door didn’t latch. You bet your ass I took full advantage. I watched her bend over and had to force myself not to walk in there and take that ass. Fuck, it’s a nice ass, round, full, delicious. I wanted to bite it, lick it, suck it, and fuck it. I wanted that ass more than I wanted my next breath.
FUCK! I was doing real well until that. Two mother fucking weeks of restraint, two weeks of smelling that sweet peach scent in the air every time she was near. Two weeks of keeping my shit together.
She stepped into a pair of underwear and pulled them up. She reached for her pants. My cock stood at immediate attention when I saw the ‘S’ splayed across that already spectacular vision. It may stand for Superman but my dick didn’t know that. He thought that stood for Steel, as in my last name, as in she was already mine, marked for me right now. I had to get the hell out of here.
“I’ll be in the car!”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I slammed the door and tried real hard to stop my cock from going full on steel.
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She got in and shut the door. “Sorry.”
She was breathy like she rushed. She sure didn’t look like she rushed. Fuck!
“Yeah, seat belt.” I looked over at her and I swear she looked hurt, but that changed real quickly to a scowl.
“No big deal…”
“I really could have walked,” she whispered, opening her bag and pulling out another bag.
She pulled down the visor. “No mirror?”
“Nope, what do you need that shit for anyway?”
“Make-up?”
I nodded.
“I’m a girl.”
“So you cover your face?”
“Says the guy with tattoos.”
“That’s art, Bekah.”
She opened those baby blues wide as she penciled under her eyes. “So is this. Making the eyes pop a bit.”
“You don’t need that shit.”
She looked over at me. “I do.”
“Hmm.”
She pulled out that black shit Kat caked on, except she didn’t cake it, she swiped twice on the upper and once on the lower lash. Yeah they popped, so did my cock. I’m gonna piss Momma off if I fuck this girl, but there was something about her. So I’m definitely gonna piss Momma off when I fuck this girl.
She pulled out lipstick.
“Doesn’t that taste like shit?” I asked.
She put it against her lips, circled around them once and glanced out of the corner of her eyes at me, watching. I wanted my cock in her mouth so bad right now.
“Nope. It’s actually flavored.”
Mmmm, I got a flavor for you, Kitten.
I couldn’t say shit to her right now so I turned on the radio. Demons by Imagine Dragons was playing. She started humming and shoved her makeup bag in her other bag. Women and their bags.
She seemed to be digging this tune so I reached up to turn it up and she was already on it. So now my hand’s covering hers on the knob. She started to jerk her hand away and my natural instinct to control kicked in. I turned it up, my hand covering hers and very slowly let go, fuck her skin was soft.
I looked over and she was looking at me wide eyed.
“You like this song.”
“Is there something you need to tell me? Are you like…do you have mental health issues?”
I laughed loud making her eyes widen in confusion. When I didn’t stop she looked pissed.
“I’m serious, you’re pretty…I don’t know. I was real excited about working here. At the interview you seemed like y’all would be fun to work with, but you’re…”
“I’m what?” Yeah, enough with the fun now I needed to know what it is I was.
“Fucking confused! Frankly you’re a dick…”
“Ladies don’t talk like that, Bekah. And yeah I think I heard all about me and my dick last night when you and your roommate…”
“Oh hell no! We’re not…”
“Zandor. Oh Zandor!”
“She started it!”
“She started it huh? What are you, twelve?”
“Fuck…”
“Ladies don’t…”
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You’re a crazy ass!”
I pulled over quick and threw my Baby in park and turned to her, “You’ll reserve that language for the bedroom, Bekah. Ladies don’t talk like that.”
“Fuck…” I covered her mouth because if she said it one more time I was gonna drag her ass out of the car and bend her over the hood and nail her.
Touching her mouth gave me instant steel. I grabbed the back of her head and fisted her still-damp blonde locks and pulled her head back. Her breath on my hands was hot and she wasn’t fighting me. She grabbed my wrists as I tilted her head to the side. Fuck what the hell was I thinking? Not like this.
“You need to fix that.” I let go of her and pointed to her fake-ass tattoo.
“What?” her voice squeaked.
“The rose, it’s fading.”
She looked down at her chest and her face turned red.
I pulled out onto the street trying to settle myself down. She was doing the same damn thing.
When we pulled in, Justice was standing next to her Honda. “You good?”
Her head swung around and she was pissed. “Fu…”
“Don’t you even dare, Bekah.”
“Who do you think you are?” she sneered.
I opened the door and got out, “Hey man, thanks for doing this.” I tossed him her keys.
She got out, glared at me, and then smiled sweet as hell at him. “Thanks so much…”
“Justice.” He reached his hand out and she shook it. “So you’re gonna ink me?”
“Sure am, whatcha having done?”
“Well I was thinking about starting my sleeve but now I’m thinking…”
“Whatever you want. I’ll fix you right up.”
She was flirting with him, fucking flirting!
“Oh yeah? You do piercings?”
“Justice darlin’ I do piercings. I’ll be nice and…”
“Bekah, we need to get the shop opened up.” I wasn’t liking this shit.
“Oh, I thought I was here early to do Justice here?” She smiled real big at him.
“Justice, we’ll see you inside. Let’s go, Bekah.”
I motioned for her to go ahead and she rolled her eyes and walked ahead of me.
“The code is…”
“I know the code!” She snapped as she punched it in.
“How do you…”
“You told me last night. I’m not Fu…”
“I am warning you about using that word. Ladies don’t talk like that, Bekah.”
“Good thing I’m not a lady.” She pushed open the door and walked in quickly and punched the code in on the panel just inside the door.
“Really, you’re not a lady?”
She turned and walked closer and looked up at me. “I’m gonna look for another place of employment.”
Oh shit, I’d done it now. Keep your cool. “And why is that?”
“You’re an ass. A gigantic ass. You joke around and seem to be a real cool guy with everyone around here, except for me.”
“Look, you needed to be trained properly, Bekah! You wanna talk about portraying yourself differently. You come in here, late for your interview, sweet as pie and all smiles, we picked you over twenty others…”
“Then there should be no fucking…” she avoided my hand covering her mouth again by grabbing my hand, she was quick. “I’ll give you two weeks. But you keep your hands away from my mouth.”
She didn’t let go.
“You have fake-ass tattoos all over you, Bekah.” She immediately started turning red. “Yes, Bekah I noticed. I don’t think anyone else did, so before you throw in the towel here think about why you did that. You want this, you’re very capable. You’re trained. You only have a couple things left to learn. You don’t look like a quitter. You don’t look like someone who runs from what they want.”
“You don’t know me…”
I turned and started to walk toward the fridge, “I know you. I know what you want. Prove me wrong, do your best to show me this place doesn’t bring out a deep desire in you, make you feel alive. Make you learn more about who you are through what you learn about everyone who walks in here. I’ll prove it to you otherwise.”
“If I stay, you have to promise you won’t be an ass. You won’t treat me any differently than you do the others.”
I grabbed two blueberry muffins from the fridge, “You gotta promise me something in return. You have to stop with the language.”
I handed her one of the muffins. “No, thank you.”
“You didn’t eat breakfast.”
“I’m on a diet.”
“What the hell for?”
“I won’t say Fuck anymore.” She reached her hand out and I shook it.
“Perfect. Now let’s get you set up for Justice.”
We set up the room next to mine.
“This will be where you work until Xavier comes home. I’m right next door so if you need anything just make up some excuse to leave the room. Don’t let them see you nervous it’ll freak them the hell out.”
She nodded her head yes as she scanned the room.
“You ready for this?”
“I was ready for this when I walked in those doors two weeks ago. Now, after your training, I’m nervous.”
“That was never my intention.”
“Well explain what your intention was then.”
“To build you up….” She laughed. “It’s not funny. You have every trade trick and secret I’ve learned in three years here. You may be nervous, but I have no doubt you can do it.”
“You’re really not such an ass are you?”
“Nope, everyone else around thinks I’m pretty damn cool.” I gave her one of my best winks.
“I know how cool they think you are. I work in reception too, remember? I take the phone calls. Lots of requests for you out there.”
“I’m good.” I wagged my eyebrows.
“So I hear.” She giggled and walked out to the kitchen and grabbed her bag.
“Tell me what you hear?”
She pulled a cooler out and then a bottle out and took a drink.
“It’s really none of my business….”
“Bullshit, spill it.”
“Well fine, you like married women.”
I watched her eyes to try and gauge her reaction.
“At one time, yes.”
“Why?”
I looked back at her and then sat on the table, “You really wanna know?”
“No, yes…”
I smiled, “Which is it?”
“Are we gonna be friends now?”
“Do you wanna be my friend, Bekah?”
“If I’m going to be working here it’s probably a good idea to be friendly.”
“I agree.”
“Alright then yeah I wanna know.”
The back door swung open. “She’s all fixed.”
Bekah did that full on smile. “She, huh? Boys and their cars.”
“You ready to ink me?”
“I’m very excited to get started.”
“Xavier’s room man, she’ll be right in.”
Justice smiled and patted my back as he walked by.
Bekah took a deep breath and looked back at me.
“Breathe, you got this.”
She gave me a nervous smile and I hopped down and grabbed one of her hands between mine and she looked at me curiously.
I rubbed her hand between mine warming it. “Relax, warm hands are more relaxed.”
When they were heated properly I massaged her hands from her wrists to fingertip. I looked down at her and she was wide-eyed again.
“We’re friends now, stop looking at me like you’re afraid I’m gonna bend you over this table.” Which was exactly what I wanted to do.
Her jaw dropped. “I know, turn around.” I took her hand and twirled her and pulled her back real hard against me. She tensed up. “Relax.” I purposely whispered in her ear as I continued up the meaty part of her thumb.
“Do you know why I turned you around?”
She shook her head no.
“Well I just thought to myself, how the hell can she relax when she’s looking at me.” She looked up and I smiled. “What?”
“You’re an incredibly arrogant man, Zandor Steel.”
“Not arrogant, confident. There’s a fine line.” I continued rubbing her hand.
“A line in which you completely just crossed.” She laughed.
“Not true, Bekah, you and I are past that now and we’re friends. Give me the other.” I dropped her hand and she lifted the other to me. I pulled her back closer. “I mean shit, I’ve already given you your first.”
“He’s waiting.” She started to pulled away.
I yanked her back. “I wasn’t talking about him. I was referring to the first orgasm you’ve had by a man who knows exactly how to please a woman.”
She stood up and spun around looking at me.
I smiled and winked. “Don’t try to deny it.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Our threesome, last night. Tiffany, you, and I….”
She smiled, really smiled. “She…”
“I know, she started it. But you finished it, loud and proud just the way I like my name to be yelled.” I walked past her and smacked her hard on that ass I wanted to fuck. “Go get ‘em, Kitten, I’ll be opening out front if you need me.”
I called Kat and Ricco to let them know I was here and they could take their time getting here. I booted up the computer trying to figure out what the hell my next move was. Trying to talk myself out of going through with what I had planned in my head. Knowing that there was no way in hell I was gonna.