I could feel it even harder now. It was coming thicker and faster as his movements sped up. I was going to go at any minute and I knew it was going to be beautiful.
But just as my moans were about to escape my lips, releasing me of my climax, he stopped. “No!” I screamed, unable to hide my disappointment.
“Shh,” he replied, holding a finger to my lips. “Remember when I said I was going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” He trailed his finger over my lips, making me taste the evidence now on his hand. “Do you?” he asked again, nibbling my ear. I nodded. “Well, I suggest you take that pretty mouth of yours and suck my cock.”
I didn’t know why, but he demanding I suck him made me more turned on than I have ever been. I wanted to suck him, but I also wanted to feel my release so bad that it was burning me from the inside out.
“Will you finish what you started if I do?” He nodded. “Okay.”
Holding my arm, he manoeuvred himself to the edge of the bed. “Now,” he said, pulling me up. “Get down on your knees.”
I was standing there and got to see him properly for the very first time. He was wearing a hoodie so I couldn’t see him very well, and he was so careful in the way he guided me, I couldn’t possibly see his face. I wonder what I would see if he let me? It all fascinated me so much, I instantly thought of Beauty and the Beast. Not that I’m saying I’m beautiful, but it was the similarities in this little game he liked to play. I could tell he was strong, I could tell he was definitely all man, and I could tell he liked to keep fit. I only had to touch him to realise that.
As I kneeled down in front of him, he glided his trousers down his hips. They were not fully down, just enough for me to take him into my mouth. He sprung free, fully erect and ready for me. It only excited me more to know that I turned him on as much as he did me.
Grabbing my hair forcefully, but gently, he guided me down to the tip of his cock. It was so big, I almost moaned in pleasure.
It wasn’t long before I slipped my tongue out and trailed it around the tip of his cock. My stranger stiffened, but breathed out his appreciation. I licked all the way down and back up again before licking the top of his cock again. With one push of my head, he made me take all of him into my mouth. It almost made me gag, but I held strong.
“That’s good, Tyler. So fucking good,” he cooed. I could have told him to go fuck himself after that stunt, but his praise halted me in my tracks. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him the pleasure he gave me. Call it sick, but I craved it just as much as his touch.
With his hand in my hair, my stranger guided me down again, keeping it at a steady pace. I let him guide me.
With a flick of my tongue, I lapped him up like he was the best fucking lollipop on earth. He moaned, which just made me want to go that much faster.
“Steady there, Tyler. I don’t want to come too quickly. Your mouth is so fucking good, I want to savour it as long as I can.”
It was hard not to want to keep going at a fast pace. Just having him underneath me like this and moaning made me feel like I had the upper-hand. I didn’t, of course, because I was on my knees. Even with his dick in my mouth, he still wanted to assert his level of authority.
I pulled my mouth back up, slightly grazing my teeth against his shaft before sinking down on him again. He hissed through his teeth and the noise had the ache burning between my legs. I wanted him inside me. I didn’t know why I felt that way because I knew nothing about him. He totally had the authority and, for some unknown reason, I was loving every single minute of it.
“Tyler, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that. If you don’t want it to be in your mouth, I suggest you stop.”
I should have stopped. I should have pulled away. But every single word that came out of his mouth just made me want to keep going. So I quickened my pace. I could feel his grip tightening in my hair, but he was letting me set the pace now. He was so close to losing it, which just kept me going.
“Fuck, Tyler. I’m going to...” His growl radiated around the room as I felt his hot semen shooting down the back of my throat. I took him all in as I felt his body tense.
As I eased him out of me, I licked my lips, feeling the relief from the ache of having his large cock in my mouth. And he was bigger than I’m normally used to.
“I knew that pretty mouth of yours would feel good, but I wasn’t prepared for how fucking fantastic it would actually be.” My stranger stroked my hair to emphasise his point. “Get back on the bed and spread your legs,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate. I was ready for him. I could still feel the charge running through me from my near-orgasm earlier.
With his hand held out to help me up, I climbed onto the bed as he zipped his trousers up. “Good girl. That’s it. Spread your legs a little. Hmmm, perfect,” he hummed as I did as I was told. I just couldn’t seem to get enough.
My stranger stood there for a while, his haunting black gaze coming from underneath his hood. I still couldn’t see his face. I still couldn’t tell whether he was happy, sad, angry. All I could see was this beautiful outline of a man who was so big and so strong that seeing him just took my breath away.
I lay there naked, waiting for him to come to me, waiting for him to please me just like he did the night before. I was itching for him with such intensity, I thought I would burst.
After a few seconds of gazing at me, he made his move. I thought he would slide those big, strong fingers up my thigh. I thought he would fuck me with his fingers, lick me with that delectable tongue of his until I came apart around him. But he didn’t do any of that. Instead, he just turned away from me and headed out the door.
For a minute, I thought I was going crazy. Maybe he was fetching something. Maybe he was in the kitchen and getting a knife because he had gotten what he wanted and now he would murder me. That thought scared the hell out of me.
Finally finding my courage, I moved off the bed and tiptoed into the living room. Why I was tiptoeing in my own fucking apartment, I have no idea. I searched the living room and the kitchen. I made sure all my knives were still present. Nothing seemed out of place.
It was then that I realised he was gone. It was then that I realised he had duped me. What a fucking bastard! He worked me up until near-orgasm, made me go down on him, then fucked off. Who did he think he was?! “Fucking arsehole!” I shouted into thin air. Yes, I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I was just so hopping mad that he would do something like that to me.
It was at that moment, standing in the living room naked, I started replaying everything in my head. What was it that I did so wrong that he would play me? “Tyler, it’s time to wake up now and receive your punishment for disobeying me last night.”
Shit, why didn’t I take in what he said to me when I first found him on my bed tonight? Why did it not fucking register? I thought him marking me was my punishment, but no. He had to take it one step further and play me. Well, if he thinks I’m going to bow down to him again, he has another thing coming.
Storming back into my room, I felt something underneath my feet. What was that?
Turning the light on, I saw what was on the floor. I picked up the little pieces of paper and studied it for a moment. I saw a letter B and realised what this was. It was Brad’s business card.
Well, that answered another question. He’d been watching us this morning. He’d been stalking me outside of my home and decided to stake his claim again. I didn’t know whether to feel crazy mad or insanely turned on by this.
Gathering the bits of paper, I took them towards the bin. He had made sure to cut it up so there was no way I’d be able to put it back together and decipher the telephone number.
With a shake of my head, I put my foot on the pedal, placing the bits of paper into the bin and watching as they trickled from my hand. I shook my head, both in amusement and frustration. “Okay, I get it. Not only can I not come unless you tell me, I’m also not able to have any other men in my life.?
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What was wrong with me? Having this stranger in my life was making me crazy. I was not only letting him rule me, I was now talking to myself? I needed to get a grip.
Taking my foot off the pedal, I walked back to my bedroom. “Well, if you think I’m going to let you do that to me again, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Chapter 18
Dean
The old law about “an eye for an eye” leaves everybody blind.
The time is always right to do the right thing.
Martin Luther King Jr.
With a hasty retreat, I was down the stairs and in the car, driving away. I needed the speed now. I needed to feel the roar of my V8 Dodge Challenger engine beneath me. I needed to let go and just drive. I had several other cars, but nothing beat the punch my Challenger gave me. She was sleek, fast, and purred like a fucking cat. I needed that after leaving Tyler the way I did. She unnerved me tonight. Again, her poison leaked into me and I couldn’t get her, or her fucking gorgeous mouth, out of my head. I was a master at control and I’d been that way my whole life. I called the shots, I made the demands. But tonight, just like last night, she made me fall apart beneath her. I wasn’t expecting her to take me like that. I wanted to give her the option to pull away and let me come all over her perky tits. I would have done that if she said. In fact, I was expecting it. I wanted to mark her as much as I could. In a perverted way, I wanted to see my seed spreading all over her. I wanted to watch her face as she saw me marking her—branding her as mine.
And she was mine. I made sure of that the minute I set foot in her apartment. I knew exactly where she kept all her business cards. I knew everything about Tyler. So when I marched over to her drawer by her telephone, I looked inside and there it was. It was the first thing I did before going to her tonight. I smiled a little, thinking she would probably have spotted it by now. No doubt she would come looking for me, but I would be long gone by then. She was naked so I highly doubted she would come chasing after me. That was another thing I had to my advantage. Every time I took Tyler, I would make sure she was always naked. I would be dressed to conceal my identity, but Tyler would always be bare. She would always be open and vulnerable. The thought of that made my dick twitch. Everything about her made my fucking dick twitch.
As I drove along the M5 motorway, I gripped the steering wheel, trying not to lose it. I was in control. I controlled her, not the other way around. I wasn’t going to let her play me like a sucker again.
As I turned off the junction to head home, I couldn’t help the small smile that crept on my face when I thought about going to her again. I was sure she would be resistant next time. She would be so mad that I just left her like that, and I knew I would have a fight on my hands upon my return.
But I had an ace up my sleeve. I always did when it came to Tyler. She would get used to me eventually and when that time came, I would strike.
Chapter 19
Tyler
Buckinghamshire, 1995
Dean was in my room again, and we were playing Twos and Eights. He told me we had to play cards so that he would be distracted from what he really wanted to do with me. I was only ten and didn’t really know what he meant by that, but I was hoping what he really wanted to do was kiss me. When Dean wasn’t looking, I often sat there and just stared at his lips. I would lick my own, trying to imagine what his would feel like on mine. It was silly because I was so young. On the other hand, Dean was twelve so he was a little older and, quite possibly, more experienced than me by now. It made me mad to think of Dean kissing another girl, but if he had, he kept it quiet. I certainly didn’t hear about it from other girls, either. They all wanted him, though. I saw the way they looked at him and giggled. I hated the fact that they knew I was friends with him and used it to their advantage. They would be friendly with me and ask me questions about him. They were false. I hated false people. I wasn’t so naïve that I thought they would ever truly want to be my friend. Dean and Ian were my true friends.
“Aha!” Dean cried, making me jump. I had been staring at him a little too long—again. “Unless you have another two, Rosey, you have to pick up four cards.” He looked up, catching my stare, and smiled. I felt the familiar burn in my cheeks, so I looked down at my cards. Darn it, I didn’t have a two.
Reaching out, I grabbed four cards and placed them in my hands. I now had ten cards and Dean only had four. He was always better than me at this game, but that was probably because I spent too much time looking at him.
“I don’t want you to go,” he suddenly said. I looked up and saw how sad he looked. My stomach ached at the thought of not being near him for the next three weeks. We were all going to Tuscany again, but Dean had to stay here. My parents didn’t want Dean to come, no matter how much I begged.
“I don’t want to go, either,” I replied. I had always looked forward to our summer holiday in Tuscany, but not since I met Dean. Ian and I still went away together, as our parents got along so well, and although I still had a lovely time by the pool, I missed Dean terribly.
Placing his cards down, he reached up to place a strand of hair behind my ear. When I shivered, he smiled, and the butterflies ran through my stomach. “I’m going to miss you, Rosey,” he said, stroking a finger against my burning cheek.
Closing my eyes, there was only one thing I could say. “I’m going to miss you, too.”
*****
I didn’t sleep very well last night. Call it frustration at my lack of orgasm, call it anger that he never gave me one. All I knew was that he would come around again. I didn’t know when, but I’d be damned if I was going to let him take over like that again. He was not only a deviant. He was a sexual deviant. Sure, he gave me some amazing orgasms, but it was always at his command. I’d be damned if I was going to be suckered in like that again.
Getting myself ready, I headed into work. When I got back yesterday, I made sure everything was ready for print this morning. I was eager to see Jeremy’s letter in the paper, and I was also eager to see Jeremy. I had already made sure I had another pack of Twiglets, and the sequel to the book he was reading. I was really hoping I would be able to get leave by five today so I could go see him. I was never sure what each day would bring me, but I was going to try my best. It wasn’t because I felt sorry that he had hardly any visitors. It was because I genuinely enjoyed his company. Despite his obvious loneliness and his desire to keep everyone from getting too close to him, Jeremy was just an average teenager. He loved Top Gear and, judging from his David Tennant picture, he also loved Doctor Who. He liked going out to have fun, just like any other teenager, and he also loved girls. Judging by his reaction to me, he maybe even liked the occasional mature lady.
With a smile and a shake of my head, I was in the office by eight-thirty, a cup of coffee in tow. I looked across at Andrew Walker’s office and could see that he was in, too. He was rubbing his beard, a deep look of concentration on his face. He was obviously reading something. Maybe one of the editors gave him something to read before printing. Whatever he was doing, he looked busy and it made me think that I should be getting on with some work myself.
Sitting down at my desk, that’s exactly what I did. I was there about twenty minutes when my phone rang. I looked down to see who could be calling, and it was Andrew.
“Good morning, Mr. Walker,” I nervously said into the phone.
“Good morning, Tyler. May I see you in my office, please?”
I looked up to see him at his desk and, sure enough, he was looking right at me. “Sure. Right now?”
He chuckled a little. “Yes, please.” He hung up and that was my cue to get my arse into gear. I was a little nervous about what he wanted.
As quickly as possible, I got to his door and knocked. He looked up and smiled, gesturing for me to come in. I opened the door, closed it behind me, and timidly walked towards his desk.
“Take a seat, Tyler. Don’t worry. I’m not going to bite.”
I smiled and re
leased a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. I really didn’t get why I was so nervous around him. It was probably because he was my boss, and everyone was always nervous around their boss.
Taking a seat opposite him, I waited.
“I’ve been looking at your column this morning and, I must say, I’m impressed. Can you tell me whether you have had a lot of interest in this?”
I eagerly nodded. “Oh, yes. Definitely. I’m getting hoards of emails a day regarding this column. It’s amazing how many people are out there that secretly harbour feelings for people from afar. With technology these days, I think it makes it a lot harder to approach others face-to-face. We have become an age of computers and mobile phones, instead of friends and new faces.”
Andrew smiled at my comment and leaned back in his chair. “Quite,” he replied, threading his fingers together. “I’ve been thinking, Tyler. I know you’ve been wanting an actual column of your own for a while. I know you started this with the intent of getting people to reach out to one another, but what if this is something you could do full-time?”
I straightened my posture. “You mean my own permanent column?”
Andrew leaned forward, his hands still clasped together. “Yes. If it’s successful, why not? Let’s give it a month and if you’re still pulling in the messages and gaining the interest, we’ll make it a permanent feature in the newspaper. What do you think? It would mean you working twice as hard, but I’m sure with your dedication and tenacity you’ll be able to pull it off.”
I smiled so brightly that he couldn’t help one of his own. “That sounds perfect. I will endeavour to do my utmost to make this successful, Mr. Walker. I promise you that.”
Unclasping his hands, he placed them on the arms of his chair and pulled himself up a little. I knew this was him telling me the conversation was over. “I’m sure you will, Tyler. Just let me know if you have any problems.”