“Wait just a minute. No, of course not, Bekah. Did you see what it did to me when another man had his hands on you? Fuck no, I don’t want to share you! That shit’s not happening. Fuck, you can’t even say shit like that again, not ever. The club sounded cool at the time. Before we had moved past the friendship and became lovers. I wanted to know what kind of fantasies you had. Know how I could seduce you completely. Then when you were evading me, fuck yes, I was moving ahead with the plan, at least then I would own a part of you. What I want now Bekah, is to show you what I need and want. I’ve thought about keeping this place for you and me to come and play but not have you checking out other guys, no fucking way. We finish it together and sell it. Or we sell it now.”

I leaned forward and held onto him. Afraid that what he just said was only what he thought I wanted to hear.

We stayed there for a long time holding each other.

“Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

“You want to spank me.”

He laughed. “Sometimes, yeah, I do.”

I was confused and it showed. He smiled sweetly.

“You do have this knack for fucking crushing me. If and when I choose to spank your ass, Kitten, know that each finger represents who I am. When it’s splayed across your ass remember, honor, integrity, truth, ownership, and love.”

“You won’t hit me.”

“No, but I’ll spank you.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“The same reason I sometimes want to bite you, or squeeze your ass while I’m fucking you from behind. It’s touch, it’s somewhat forbidden, it’s that animalistic feeling that comes over a person when they let go completely, consumed by pleasure.”

“So, it would be acceptable for me to do the same to you?”

“Fuck no.” He laughed. “I’m a man, Kitten, born to control the weaker sex.”

I was getting a little turned off by this whole thing. “I thought you enjoyed me before without all this. I don’t like this.” I waved my hand around the room. “It’s not who I thought you were.”

“You’re not being honest with yourself at all, Bekah. Right now you feel vulnerable and confused. Up for a minute, please.”

He stood and undressed. He was naked and hard. I couldn’t believe I was just standing here taking this all in.

“Better?” he gave me that cocky little grin I now knew he couldn’t hide.

“You’re an arrogant man.”

He smiled. “I’m confident in my ability.”

He walked toward me with a mischievous smirk playing on his face.

“You think this is funny?” I was curious not angry at him.

“I think the day I met you I knew you could handle it. You acted all sweet and innocent but flirtatious. I knew immediately by the way you looked at me that you were freaky as fuck on the inside.”

“Freaky as fuck?” I was a little taken aback by his statement.

“Oh yeah. I know now that it wasn’t just in my head. I know what’s inside of you. I’m just going to continue bringing it all out. Broadening your horizons sexually.”

“What if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not wrong about you. I was wrong for a moment about the false confidence you tried to exude.”

“I don’t want all this.”

“You do, Bekah, and it’s alright. Accept it, embrace it, and enjoy it.”

I started to object and he picked me up and set me firmly on the hard desk.

“You’ve shown me otherwise. I made you cum on a dance floor surround by people. You allowed yourself to be completely consumed by the pleasure I was giving you. You allowed my hand to be down your pants in the lobby of a hotel. I fucked your tits and your tongue lapped at my cock before I was ever inside of you. The way you sucked my cock taking it nearly all into your mouth to please me and in turn it pleased you.”

His fingertips were brushing my inner thigh and I felt myself spreading my legs further, wanting him to continue.

“I bound your arms the very first time I fucked you. I licked cream from your body and fucked your pussy with fruit and then ate it out of you. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“You woke me sucking my cock to please me and I loved being awakened like that. You’ll do it again, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I touched an untouched part of you, not giving you too much, allowing you to take what you could handle. You enjoyed it didn’t you, Kitten?” His finger ran up and down my now soaked panties.

I nodded yes, because I did, oh God, I did. His fingers crept between the lace of my panties and my swollen lips.

“You were in a hospital bathroom rubbing your pussy and licking its juices from your finger to please me. You know you can trust me with your body and I know you can fulfill every sexual need I have.”

I placed my hands behind me on the desk holding myself up as his finger pushed a little further inside of my warmth.

“There are times when I need to let you know I’m in control and times when I need to let go. The end result will always be the same, Kitten. You and I both completely fulfilled in a bliss-like state, knowing that we trust and respect one another. You know I love you. I don’t say things I don’t mean. You know I can give you pleasure. You know I’m selfish in wanting you and only you and that I expect the same from you, me and only me, Kitten.”

“Yes, oh yes.” His finger pushed into me and I cried out.

“That’s it, feel what I want to give you. Just this is enough to make you cum.” His thumb grazed my clit and I whimpered. “Lay back now and cum, Kitten, take the pleasure I’m giving you.”

I did as he asked. “I’m watching my fingers slide in and out of you and I am taking pleasure in it. Not just moonlight tonight, you’re lit up, spread on my desk, I have never seen anything more beautiful. You are mine.”

“Oh God!” I tried to sit up, it was too much.

He held me down, restraining me, his hand just above my collarbone. Each thrust of his finger bringing me higher and higher. Watching his face I knew he wanted me, oh God HE wanted ME.

“Fuck me, Zandor!”

“This one’s for you, all for you, cum, Kitten.”

I felt my body tense and release at his command. Spasms of pleasure ripped through my body. I screamed and struggled to escape trying to pull away from his hand, the pleasure was too much, too much.

He slowed his pace when I couldn’t take anymore. I felt my body still pulsing, being brought back down from the cloud he had taken me to. His finger slowly pulled out of me and his palm brushed down my crotch. My breath hitched as he rubbed down again applying extra pressure to my clit. He pulled me up and held me as he kissed my head and rubbed my back.

“I love you, Bekah, please accept all of what I need from you and want to give to you.”

“Hmm,” I purred against his neck.

“Hmm?”

“Hmm.” I smiled and sat back and looked up at him.

He watched my face intently waiting for my response.

“Don’t hurt me physically or otherwise.”

He looked up at the ceiling playfully as if he was considering it and I laughed.

He smiled down at me. God he was beautiful on the outside, stunning actually, but what this man had done for me emotionally was more than I could have ever imagined. He was my friend, my lover, my tormentor and my pleasure giver all wrapped up in one person. One person that wanted me to be happy. He was more than I had ever allowed myself to dream of, on a good day.