Sadie
I gritted my teeth, moving my hips under Micah’s touch. It was amazing—and almost frightening—how easily he was able to get me to do what he wanted, how quickly I got turned on just from being around him. I couldn’t quite forget the fact that Adrienne was in the next room, draped in ice packs, probably still hurting in spite of it; and here I was, naked in her bed with Micah on top of me, trying to make me practically shout that I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he wanted.
And in spite of how humiliating it felt, in spite of how much I hated the idea of Adrienne hearing us, I could feel myself getting turned on even more, the tightness between my hips intensifying. Micah slid another finger inside of me and my muscles flexed around him in a little spasm, betraying me. Micah’s thumb rolled around my clit, sending little sparks of sensation through my body, and I couldn’t fight it anymore; I wanted him too much to even worry about what Adrienne must think of me. She’s a prostitute, anyway—she’s hardly going to be a prude about dirty talk during sex.
“Please, please fuck me—fuck me as hard as you want,” I almost shrieked it, and for a second the blood rushing to my face was almost as intense as the blood pooling between my hips. Micah chuckled and kissed me hungrily, shifting his weight down between my legs. His fingers slid out of me and I groaned at the loss, pushing my hips to try and recapture his touch. I grabbed at Micah’s face, at his shoulders, pulling him close to me, wanting more than anything to feel him inside of me—I no longer even cared if Adrienne was paying attention; I didn’t care about anything beyond getting relief.
Then I felt the tip of Micah’s cock against me, hot and thick and hard, and he thrust into me, filling me up all at once. I cried out—how was it possible that in only a couple of days, my body had managed to forget how to take him? But it felt so good. Micah slid out of me slowly, until just the tip of his cock was between my labia, and filled me up all the way once more in one fast, hard thrust. I moaned at how good he felt, and in the back of my mind I thought that I’d been looking for this—for him to take me—ever since I’d agreed to let Rob set a meeting for us to talk to Micah.
Micah slammed into me once more and then began to really move, rocking his hips against mine, steadily sliding in and out of my body. I pushed my hips down, meeting his rhythm, twisting and writhing underneath him. “Put your arms up over your head,” he told me harshly, nipping at my neck and claiming my earlobe with his lips.
“Why?” I squirmed, torn between pulling back enough to try and get him to see things my way, and doing what he said to see how he would follow it.
“Just do it,” Micah said, dipping down to my throat and nipping me there again, sharper. I gasped and slipped my arms free from around his shoulders, letting them drop down onto the bed above my head. I felt Micah’s hand close around both of my wrists, pressing them down, pinning me there as he began to move inside of me faster and harder, his other hand grabbing at my hip. He pounded into me, pushing deeper and deeper, rubbing up against my clit the entire time.
I tried to hold back, but it was impossible; every movement between the two of us making me hotter and hotter, more and more turned on. I couldn’t even remember where we were anymore, much less that Adrienne was able to hear us. I wrapped my legs tight around Micah’s waist, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts as much as his hands on me allowed, and all at once the tension mounting between my hips broke, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I moaned out again and again, twisting and writhing underneath Micah, and he rode through my climax, slowing down just a little bit, just enough to keep me going for what seemed like hours.
As the orgasm faded, he kissed me hungrily, claiming my bottom lip between his teeth, plunging his tongue into my mouth. “Greedy little slut,” he murmured against my mouth. “You want more, don’t you?” He let go of my wrists and slipped his hand between our bodies, and I gasped and shivered as Micah rubbed my over-sensitive clit, sending crackling jolts of sensation through my body.
“Maybe,” I said, biting his bottom lip right back. “Maybe I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Oh, do you?” Micah pressed hard against my clit—so hard it almost hurt, even as I moaned in pleasure. “I think that’s the sort of thing I’d rather hear you beg for than just give to you.”
“I’m not going to beg you to come inside me,” I said tartly; now that I’d had one climax I wasn’t feeling quite as needy, though Micah’s fingers on my hot button made it hard to remember that.
“By the time I’m ready to, you will,” Micah said. He slid out of me completely and I groaned in frustration, trying to grab at him—but it was useless.
He lifted himself off of the bed and stood, his cock just as hard and thick as ever, gleaming with my fluids. I licked my lips, wondering when they’d gotten so dry, and as Micah reached down I felt my heart beating faster with a mixture of fear and desire. I was still too hazy from my climax to resist him, or to even predict what he was going to do; so I was helpless as he grabbed at my hair and used it to pull me up. I yelped in protest, but the pain in my scalp seemed to only sharpen my desire, making me hot all over again. I shivered, remembering all the times that Micah had done something like this to me in the past several weeks we’d been having sex regularly. Fuck—how can he know how much I like it? I got to my feet unsteadily, trying to ease the pain in my scalp, and Micah turned me around in one quick movement, letting go of my hair as he shoved me face-first onto the bed.
I cried out in protest, but Micah was as quick as he’d ever been. He pulled my hips back and up, leaving me with just my arms and face against the bed, my breasts hanging down underneath me. “Beg me to fuck you again, Sadie,” Micah said, teasingly sliding his fingers up and down along my labia. “And do it loud enough for Adrienne to hear.” He thrust three fingers inside of me all at once and I moaned out, clenching the sheets in my hands at the feeling of the intrusion.
“I won’t,” I said, turning my head so the sheets wouldn’t muffle my words.
“You will,” Micah told me. As he spoke he found my clit again and started rubbing it steadily, making me tremble. I felt his weight against me and then his other hand closed around my right wrist. I barely had time to realize what he was doing—what his intention was—before he’d pulled my arm behind me and pinned it to the small of my back, leaving me barely able to balance on my unsteady feet and my other arm. The tightness through my shoulder only seemed to intensify my desire to feel him inside me, to let him take me. “Beg me to fuck you like my own personal slut,” Micah said. I shook my head, defiant in spite of wanting to do exactly what he said.
Micah pulled my arm harder, sending fresh pain through my shoulder. “Fine! Fine! Fuck—Please. Please fuck me like a dirty little slut, Micah. Please pound my pussy as hard as you want.”
I felt his thumb brush along the cleft of my ass, and then lightly press against my asshole. “No! No! Not there,” I said, squirming uselessly.
“One day, you’ll beg me to fuck your tight little ass,” Micah said. He brought the tip of his cock against the folds of my pussy and rubbed me slowly. “But I’m a patient man. I can wait until you’re ready for it.” I felt his lips graze the back of my shoulder. “Tell me again how you want me to fuck you like my own personal slut.”
“Please fuck me,” I said, no longer caring if Adrienne was in the next room, if she would tell everyone that I was the big bad mob boss’ personal slut. I didn’t care about anything but getting the relief I needed. “Please fuck me hard, as hard as you want.”
Micah gave me exactly what I wanted. He filled me up in one quick thrust, pushing past the token resistance of my body until his hips met the curve of my ass. He worked me slowly at first, rocking against me, pressing my upper body against the bed as he steadily pounded my pussy; but as I gave into him, letting him use me however he wanted, he sped up, the tip of his cock hammering against my g-spot over and over again, every second or third thrust. I moaned out uncontrollably, gripping the sheet with my free hand, trying to keep myself steady enough to take him, pushing my hips back to take him deeper. I could feel his balls slapping lightly against my clit as he pounded into me harder and faster, almost as if he didn’t care whether I was enjoying it or not.
I came again—and maybe even a third time, it was hard to say—as Micah worked me; I just gave into it, not caring about anything but the pleasure coursing through my body, how good and right and hot it felt to let him take me like a dirty little slut. All at once, through the haze of my own pleasure, I felt his cock twitching inside of me, and heard him groan as he reached his own climax, finally. My last orgasm peaked with the feeling of his hot, sticky-slick come gushing deep inside of me, and I blacked out for a few moments, lost to the world.
Like always, when I came back to myself, Micah had already managed to straighten up his clothes, and to look like nothing at all had happened. I looked around Adrienne’s bedroom, trying to spot my own outfit scattered all over the place, and quickly get it on again. I felt ashamed and humiliated but at the same time every nerve in my body tingled with the pleasure I’d gotten from the rough sex. If I met myself from one year ago, she wouldn’t believe for a second that she’d end up in some kind of not-quite-relationship with a mobster, letting him treat her like his personal fuck-toy. I smiled ruefully to myself at the thought of my past self’s reaction to my current situation.
I left the bedroom to check on Adrienne, feeling more than a little guilty in spite of the warm hum of afterglow washing through my veins. She’d fallen asleep, and I took the ice packs off of her body gently. Somewhere along the line, it had gotten dark outside; we must have been at it for longer than I’d thought. No wonder I’m already so tired, I thought ruefully. It’s been a long day already.
Micah came out of the bedroom and I gestured for him to be quiet. If Adrienne was safely asleep, there was no sense in waking her up if we didn’t have to. Although how she slept through that is beyond me. “I’ve got guys set up to watch your place,” Micah said quietly. “And I’m going to take you home on the bike. I’ll have Brody drive Chris to your place before the club opens, make sure everything’s set there.” I wanted to protest, but the measure made too much sense. If Manny was on the run, there was no telling who he’d go after next, and it would be easier to watch over me and Chris in one place.
“I didn’t know you cared,” I said playfully. Micah rolled his eyes.
“You’re my connection for the high-end business,” he said with a shrug, but when he met my gaze for a second, I thought that I could see something more than business interest in his eyes. “Need to protect my investments. I’ll call someone to get some percs for Adrienne before we go, and you check her over one more time, make sure she’s how she should be before I take you home.” I nodded; that much, at least, I could agree to without feeling like my pride was being wounded.
I grabbed a throw blanket from Adrienne’s room, looking guiltily at her bed. We had somehow managed not to make a huge mess, but I thought I’d leave her some cash to cover cleaning just in case. I went back out into the living room and tucked the blanket around Adrienne; she barely stirred, murmured something incomprehensible, and sank back into a deep sleep. I thought I’d text her some more instructions just in case she forgot what I’d told her earlier.
Before I could think of anything else, though, Micah’s phone rang. Adrienne stirred, but didn’t wake; and I looked up to see Micah take the call. “What’s going on, Rob?” My heart beat faster in my chest. If Rob was calling, had he seen Manny? Had he caught the good-for-nothing son of a bitch? I moved closer to Micah, though he had the phone tightly to his ear—it would be impossible for me to eavesdrop. “What? You’re sure?” Micah’s eyes widened and I saw the telltale signs of anger creep across his face. “I’ll be right over there. Listen: if you can get him yourself, take care of it. But I’m on my way right now.” Micah looked at me as he hung up.
“You’d better not think that you’re going to drop me off at home if something is going down,” I told him in a fierce whisper.
“I don’t have time to, anyway,” he said, shaking his head. “We’re going.”