His hand strokes my hair. “All you need to do is trust me.”
This is stupid and reckless, but I feel like I need this. I close my eyes and quickly tighten the cuffs on both my wrists. I bring my right hand up to the bedpost and attach the cuff to the thin metal cylinder.
My heart races in my chest. “Just tug, baby.” I hear his words and it takes a second to understand the meaning of them. I do as he says. I pull against the restraint, and I can see why he wanted me to. If I struggle hard enough, the post will give. It’ll fuck up my wrist, but I could get out. It would fucking hurt though.
“I won’t do anything that’ll make you feel like you need to. I just wanted you to realize, if you really needed to, you could take control back.” He plants another soft kiss on my lips and I close my eyes and lie back against the pillow. I put my left wrist up against the post and wait for him to tighten it.
My heart races in my chest. He could do whatever he wants to me now. His grin widens into a gorgeous smile as his eyes roam my body.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, and I instantly obey.
“See, you can be a good girl when you want to.” He climbs on the bed and buries his head between my legs. I moan and arch my back as he sucks my clit into his mouth and massages it with his tongue. His fingers push into me and curl up, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves. He's rough and brutal. His movements are harsh and strike my desire each and every time. My body heats so hot I swear I'm not alright and then the trembling waves start from the pleasure stirring in my center.
My orgasm hits me with a force I’ve never felt before. It comes so quickly, and so forcefully that I wasn’t prepared. I scream and convulse as a white light blinds me and my skin turns to fire. He kisses my thigh, my hip. His rough stubble scratches gently across my sensitive skin and makes my body shudder.
I breathe heavily as I come back down and watch as he sucks on his fingers with a look of pure rapture.
He takes them out of his mouth with a pop and smirks at me. “I told you you’d enjoy it. Now lie back and be a good girl for me. I’ll give you everything you need.”
When the morning light shines through the bit of my window not covered by the curtain, I roll over in my bed to avoid the light and reach out to nothing. My eyelids part and I sit up to make sure, but I already know he’s gone. My hand rests where he was last night and it’s cold.
I clench my thighs and feel so fucking sore. My pussy is slightly swollen and the movement sends a shot of need through me. If he was here, I’d want him again.
But he’s not.
I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling not knowing how to feel, or what to think.
I want him, obviously, and our chemistry is undeniable, but I can’t possibly expect anything to come of this. It’s a bad idea to play a man who won’t keep you. I pull the covers tighter around my shoulders and sink back into the warmth of the bed.
I close my eyes and try to ignore it. I’m not in any state to even think about what happened, let alone try to figure out where this is going.
Tommy
I can’t believe I’m here. I’m practically stalking a cop. She looks different today. She’s wearing a cute little sundress. It’s black on top, and white on the bottom, with a bright pink sash separating the two colors around her waist. It looks cute on her. Different, but cute. I watch as she takes off her sunglasses and looks into the window of a sandwich shop. She’s hungry, good. I wanna feed her. I keep watching as she purses her lips and puts the sunglasses back on and walks closer to me, even though she’s on the other side of the street and hasn't even seen me yet.
I’m just waiting for her to feel my eyes on her. I wanna see her reaction. I grin from ear to ear as she stops in her tracks with her head turned in my direction. A smile spreads across her gorgeous lips. That's a good reaction. I see her shoulders relax as she looks down the road, checking for oncoming traffic. She crosses the street and I motion for her to follow me into the shop I’ve been standing out in front of. I don’t want us meeting on the street. We need to be inside for this.
Once I’m sure she knows I'm heading inside, I walk into the coffee shop and sit at a table near the back. No one should really notice us here. No one would recognize me so far from our territory. It’s still a risk, but it’s one I’m willing to take.
“What are you doing here?” she asks in a hushed voice as she sits down. She looks around the restaurant and I let her. I give her a moment to realize it’s alright. Her hair is in a high ponytail, but a small piece has fallen out and it tickles along her collarbone. She turns to look at the customers in line. She looks so fucking beautiful. Her skin has a faint flush to it, and I’m not sure if it’s because of me, or something else. But I’d love to think I caused it.
I wait for her to look at me with those beautiful green eyes full of curiosity. “I had nothing better to do.”
“Nothing better than to follow me around?” Her tone has a bit of admonishment to it. But I know she’s happy. I can tell. And I like that. Her hand is fiddling with the locket hanging from her necklace. I’ve seen her do that before. I wondered back then what’s inside her locket, or who gave it to her. It’s someone important and I want to find out, but now’s not the time.
“Yeah, well, my day job is on hold at the moment.” I watch her eyes widen as I answer her. She didn’t expect me to talk about work, but if we’re planning on fucking, and I sure as hell am, then we need to be blunt and honest.
She noticeably swallows and looks toward the front of the restaurant. “Should you really be telling me that?”
“Are you wired, baby? The last couple of times I’ve checked your clothes, you weren’t.” Her cheeks go bright red, and it’s fucking adorable to see.
“Thomas--” I cut her off before she can finish.
“Tommy. Call me Tommy.” It feels good telling her that. Such a stupid thing. But everyone calls me Tommy. And I want her to do the same. I shouldn’t. I know this is wrong, but I do.
“Tommy, I don’t know about this.” I can hear the worry in her voice.
“What’s there to know?” I shrug, and then lean in a little. “I like fucking you.” My words make her smile even though she’s trying to contain it. “I want what happened last night to happen again.” Her chest rises and falls. Her pupils dilate with desire. I made sure to make up for the squeaky bed last night, and I know she enjoyed herself. I bet she can still feel me buried deep inside her.
“You know we shouldn’t.” Her words are breathy. I know I’ve got her. So long as I want her, she’s mine.
My lips pull into an asymmetric grin as I agree, “Yeah, we shouldn’t. But we’re gonna. 'Cause I’m a bad boy, and you’re a bad girl.”
She bites her lip and rests her elbow on the table, cradling her cheek with her hand. Her forehead pinches with worry. “I don’t know, Tommy.”
“You don’t know what? If you wanna cum on my dick again?”
As I ask the question, a barista walks up with a pad and pen to take our orders. I watch as Tonya’s eyes go wide, and she looks down at her lap like there's something there that's going to save her from embarrassment. I doubt the barista heard because she seems unaffected, but that doesn’t stop Tonya from having a moment.