to the next, and the next, and the next. Each time so let down by their failures that you were spiraling out of control. And what you didn’t know was that a man watched from the shadows, one who could give you the pleasure you sought. One who loved every filthy thing about you.”
His hand sinks lower and his fingertips brush over my opening. He circles the muscle, presses down just enough to make me squirm.
“I finally let myself wrap my hand over my cock and pump away at the sight of you when you sucked a man’s dick for the first time. You were horrible at it, all spit and no rhythm. But for some weird reason, it got me off.”
A single fingertip pushes inside me, my muscles gripping tight, needing it. But Ari has more self-control than me. He takes his time.
His voice is a hiss of sound, a warning, a threat.
“Do you have any idea how many times I wanted to steal you away from the little pricks you were fucking and show you how a real man gets you off?”
I shake my head, and he chuckles, clearly amused by my struggle.
“Do you want me to show you now?”
Knowing I shouldn’t want this, knowing I should hate him for the years he’d intruded into my life, I nod my head regardless, so needy and disjointed that the room with all the things about me disappears in that moment.
He’s all that exists. Just like he said he would be. Just like he shouldn’t be.
Ari isn’t just playing a game, I realize. He designed the board, carved the pieces and painted the dots on the dice.
It wasn’t good enough to linger in my world without my knowing it, he had to drag me kicking and screaming into his.
Yet, I still cry out when he sinks two fingers inside me and curls them to tease the flesh behind my clit. I still tremble and buck, moan and writhe over his perfectly swollen dick when he pumps those fingers slowly, the tip of his nose grazing my cheek, his eyes watching my face like they’ve always done.
Dropping my gaze down to my lap, I watch his hand move inside my panties, his knuckles pushing up against the thin cloth. I wish like hell he would just rip them off so I can see everything he’s doing.
Because he isn’t wrong.
Nobody has gotten me off like he has.
Nobody knows how to play my body to the point where I’m acting on instinct instead of thought.
And I want to be dirty.
Absolutely fucking filthy.
I want to open up like a budding flower to reveal all my sordid parts.
I want to be controlled.
Tamed.
Sexually, at least.
Conquered, like he’s doing to me now.
Mostly, I want a man who is just as fucked up as me, who wants me for who I am.
Ari’s fingers sink deeper, and my head falls against his shoulder, my back arching forward, my tits on open display as my legs spread wider across his lap.
Bringing my arms up, I drive my fingers into his hair, pull his mouth closer to my jaw, shudder against the nip of his teeth as my hostility is abandoned, my hatred tucked away to dwell on later.
I want to feel without thinking.
To enjoy without worry of judgment.
To be free. That’s what I’ve always wanted. The thrill of it lost on the day I decided to grow up.
It feels like I was judging myself so harshly, while Ari stood in the shadows loving everything I thought was wrong with me.
His arm tightens around my waist, and he tugs me tighter against his cock, the thick, hard length of it pushing up between the cheeks of my ass. His hand keeps pumping as he nips and licks at my jaw.
I finally turn my head and brush my lips over his mouth, sweep out with my tongue only for him to bite down and smile against my mouth, that tiny bit of pain enough to still me in place as his thumb circles my clit and sets me off.
The first wave of a small orgasm rolls through me, my pussy clenching his fingers, my come soaking his hand, the wet sounds a steady rhythm as he pumps and pumps and pumps.
I’m shaking all over, holding onto his hair like a lifeline, my tongue tugging to escape his teeth as his grey eyes pin mine.
Unwrapping his arm from around my waist, he grips my wrist as his teeth release my tongue. Ari drags