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Take What You Want

By: crimsonserotic



We learned of each other through friends. You and I had to be the wildest people they ever knew. We often socialized with the same groups of friends yet we never ended up meeting face to face. Either you were away on business or I was tied up with other interests. When the parties that would have brought us together came around we inevitably would miss each other much to our mutual friends disappointment.

We had something in common. My best friend from college was engaged to marry your best friend and partner from your advertising agency. I have heard of your antics for the past two years from Janet on lunch breaks and various girls night parties. My favorite and eventually yours was the nasty little bachelorette party you whipped up with Jack for Janet. We were told it was going to be all her fantasies come true including a private male strip troupe that would entertain us. Thinking this was the most romantic gesture a woman has ever known we cheered Janet into accepting it. Janet and the rest of us took it hook, line and sinker. 

We arrived a studio in the warehouse district. The main door was blocked by a twenty something buff blonde beauty in a bow tie and nothing else. As his wide uncut cock swept back and forth the table top with his movements while he welcomed us to the wildest event of the year. For an extra tease he assured us that noble Jack and his groomsmen went to great lengths to ensure that whatever goes on will not make it to any of the society pages of Vanity Fair. The sun bronze god announced the paper work that sat on the table had to be signed by each and every person invited and entering the door. 

We all stood there baffled as he passed around a copy to each of us giving each partygoer a kiss on the cheek and quick tap on the ass. After whispering and the giggling stopped he explained the documents were in fact legal and binding. We were informed that by signing the agreement we are aware all the participants would get a copy of the tape to enjoy for later viewing pleasure. However, none of the tapes would be allowed to be distributed or reproduced outside the ones that were given out at the end of the night. 

Becky, one of the two lawyers present was satisfied with the wording and assured I had no reason to question the contract because it was explicit in detail that copying or distributing for profit or personal agenda of the participants was a violation and would be prosecuted. All of the invitees were close friends that were either carrying medical licenses or had large enough companies that the repercussions were heavy should that happen. 

I was famous for trying anything twice. Not a surprise that I am the first seen on video signing. I even slipped the tasty blonde one of my business cards and winked to the camera. The rest followed my lead and each kissed the shoulder back and cheeks of the naked host leaving him covered with lipstick when the video camera panned in for a close-up of him waiving the signed and notarized documents for proof.

When we enter the room we all gasped collectively. There were camera everywhere with men and women dressed up in corsets, chaps and collars. If it was leather and kinky it was there. I felt a rush of fear and anticipation go up my spine. Others started to huddle closer together for comfort. I knew that the happy hour we invaded earlier would kick in so I decided it was time to get the party started. I didn't do this every night and I knew the rest had chaotic schedules too. This was our chance to celebrate Janet's upcoming marriage and a chance to show Jack what he will have to deal with should he fuck up with Janet. The night would prove to defy the expectations of Jack or any of his groomsmen. The tape was proof.

Jack gets the tape and calls you to come over with the rest of the guys in the wedding party. After beers and pizza he pops it in the player. It is priceless. You see me signing the document and smirk. The lens pans in for a close-up when I am asked if I am ready to play. I answer in a voice you expect out of a high priced phone sex operator. While Jack chokes on his beer I purr for him to give me whatever he has got. You comment under your breath that you are watching the woman of your dreams. 

The party went on for hours. You watched me be a whipping post and beg for more. I turned the tables and flogged a corseted red head girl who whimpered to taste me. There was nothing that I wouldn't do you thought to yourself. I liked the idea of being watched. I let a large heavy set man cover my shoulders and stomach with hot wax at one booth and at another I took a spanking laying over a desk. Other women were entertaining to watch as well but you could see this was exciting me. It wasn't a joke. That was what you had been looking for. The uninhibited woman of your dreams was before your eyes telling a submissive she was very bad and to kiss her feet. 

When the tape ends you ask Jack to work some more of his magic. I was just what you wanted and Jack was going to make it happen. He comes up with the idea of arranging a pre-wedding weekend trip to Miami to have the wedding party make sure all is going as planned for the big day. It was a wedding that would be catered by the finest chef and entertaining guests with everything to live swans floating in a pond to champagne falling from ice sculptures at each table. With all the money going into the details it surely would make sense that we all go down and make sure that everything was going as planned. Besides the girls all needed to get fitted for their dresses at the boutique Janet's mom hired to make them. 

Jack calls Janet's mom and makes the plans. Janet's mom will simply call her and summon the whole wedding party down there for a long weekend of fun in the sun and getting the last fitting on the tuxedos and dresses. Jack tells you the rest is up to you. He can't wait to tell Janet that her wild girlfriend is about to finally meet her match. You make him promise that I will not know of your intentions other than meeting the maid of honor. 

Taking Jack's advice you call all the wedding party to inform them of the weekend and that their tickets will be sent by courier for the flight. You save my number for the last call. I answer in a breathless voice on the fourth ring. I sound so hot even in a rush. You give me the details and ask me to dinner the night we arrive to discuss the details of our job as best man and maid of honor. You have me write down your cell number and tell me to call you when I get to the hotel and settled in. I tell you I look forward to seeing what makes you such a big deal. You laugh and wish me a good trip.

The week passes fast and soon I am standing at the front desk of the hotel checking in. I get to the room and decide it is good as time as any to call you. I leave a you a voice mail to tell you I have just arrived. We will meet that evening for dinner. A trail of my clothes leads to the shower. It's clear and surrounded in glass. I stand under the hot water letting it massage my back. I wash my hair and let the lather cling to my breasts. I begin thinking of you and massage my arms with the sponge. I wonder what your cologne smells like, the size of your hands. Did you really like the video as much as Janet said you did. You had seen me. Now I wonder about what you look like. I start the scenario in my nasty little mind. Your hands are rough and strong as they squeeze my ass. I imagine the length of your fingers as they enter me and the taste of your mouth as it hungrily invades mine. 

My heart beats faster at the thought of you. My mouth turns dry and I open my lips to the hundreds of drops of warm water falling down upon me like a child in a summer rain. I put the conditioner on my hair. Standing with my eyes closed I pinch my nipples and then stare down at them in pride. Will you bite them? Will you suck them hard asking for more. I imagine the sensation of your lips on them, surrounding them and biting them. 

I dream of your oral talents and where I want your tongue first. I slide my hand down over my pussy and find my clit rock hard and begging for attention. I close my eyes to think of you and slide three fingers into my cunt. I pull out the middle one to rub the one thing that is always sure to get me off. My left hand finds my mouth. I take each finger one by one slowly and slide them in and out with the rhythm of my fingers below. With a spare finger I tease the other hole that I fear to enter. The burn of virgin flesh stretching causes me to gasp. Soon my ass is gobbling it's way to my palm. It feels so good. Inside I wiggle a finger and waves of intense pleasure vibrate within. Slowly they build and I begin to lose strength standing. I let my knees weaken and slide down the shower wall and coming to lay on the shower floor. I am moaning out loud and out of control. My fingers ramming into both voids that need to be filled by you. I cry out for mercy.

Suddenly, I feel I am not alone. I open my eyes and am so startled I can't scream. I see a large built man about six feet tall standing just outside the shower. He has nothing on and the only thing besides his huge thick cock that catches my attention is the tattoo on his left pectoral of a panther and the word "Challenge" above it. 

Holy shit! It is you. Janet told me about how the sight of you at the marina in swim trunks showing off your new tattoo got her begging Jack to get one. I swallow hard as the water sprays my eyes and reminds me of the position I am and you are obviously intending on more than shaking my hand. You are more handsome than I had imagined. 

"Faster....finger yourself!" you scream at me. I blink stunned that you are actually there naked and stroking your cock in front of me. Damn! You are watching me fingering myself on the shower floor!

"I said to finger yourself! What are you waiting for? Show me how you get off." You demand pumping your hand roughly up and down your cock to show me you are serious.

I spread my legs wide, arch my back and close my eyes shoving my fingers as deep as they will go sending mind blowing pleasurable pain into my cunt and asshole. I look at you and see the intensity of your face. My pussy is packed with my fingers and I am squirming around leaving you to want nothing more than to pin me down and nail me into the floor.

"I am going to cum!" I wail in a shattered scream. 

"Do it! Fuck yourself!" I moan and shake in waves of surrender at your feet. You open the shower door and pull me out onto the bathroom floor by my ankles and position yourself between my legs. You support yourself above me with your left hand while using the right to rub the tip of your cock against the opening of my slippery cunt. 

"Is this what you need? Look at me!" you say in a deep demanding voice.

I am ready to move to put space between us and you counter my move with putting both my wrists into your left hand pinning my legs open with the weight of you between them. 

"Please..." I say unconvincingly. 

"Now that is more like it!" you interrupt and slowly bring your face closer to mine. I look into your eyes and the reality of what is taking place sends messages of panic through me. "I will scream." I whisper shaking at the thought that anything could happen.

Your face lowers so close we share the same breath, eyes locked on one another. I feel the tip of your throbbing cock against my cunt. My juices are running down my ass sending cold chills below. 

"Yes, you certainly will." You confirm as you slowly slide your cock into my tight pussy. 

I never thought size could be an issue. Never had a problem accommodating any lover before. Not too tight and definitely never loose. Those kegal exercises not only benefited my lower abdomen they gave the sweetest cunt you would ever know a great workout. 

As you shove yourself as deep as you can go I lose my breath. I close my eyes and arch my back. You slide back out almost to the tip of your cock and then back down in again. You put your mouth on my chin and bite softly then down to my throat and you bite harder then suck at my neck leaving marks behind. 

"Ohhhh noooo."I cry out loud. 

Your mouth slides down to my shoulder and continues to send shocks of pain and pleasure through biting and sucking. Your cock spearing my insides faster. I am pushing my hips up to meet yours trying to get all of you that I don't even have room for. Wanting all the pleasure, all the pain. Your mouth finds my breast and you suck furiously on it. I can't take much more. You let go of my hands and I grab your face bringing it to mine. My mouth fucks yours as you fuck my cunt. Deep , hard and fast. We are biting each other's lips. We are viciously slamming into each other. It is a an unbridled and sadistic twist of power exchange taking place right on the floor of the bathroom. Neither of us will succumb to the other. I claw your back and grab your ass pounding you into my cunt. 

"Please Now!" I beg calling out your name. 

"Ahhh" you moan as you answer my hips question. 

You grab my ass with both hands squeezing hard and grinding yourself so deep you knock the wind out of me. I can't take much more of this and you know it. You look into my eyes and pull my hair causing me to let my head bend back to expose my neck. You pump yourself into me like a jackhammer on steel. You bite my chin then nip your way to the middle of my neck. I quiver at the sensation as you find that special spot that makes me powerless. You suck hard and bite every time I move. I feel you consume my resistance. The fat tip of your violating cock hits my cervix with such force I know that you have won.

"Fuck Yes!" I scream startling you. 

Concern for the other hotel guests getting alarmed enough to call the desk has you change your approach. You shove your mouth over mine to quiet me. I rip my nails across your back and ass causing you to slam down into me even harder in pain...purposefully to demand my submission. 

"Give yourself to me now! Offer yourself to me!" You growl through clenched teeth. 

"Oh my fucking…" I am interrupted by the puncture of your cock slamming into my cervix again. 

"You will cum now bitch!" You command pulling my hair hard and savaging attacking my neck as it exposed. 

I feel the fire travel through my body. The searing pain of your assault on my skin, my cervix and the release is my only hope. I surrender bucking and flailing my body beneath you. Your body shakes and your cock jerks without your hips moving. I felt your body tighten above then spasm twisting into places inside I was not aware of till that point. I cry out from the sensation of another orgasm erupting. I feel a sudden pressure and then a pop riquochet through my walls. I look into your eyes and the grimaced expression as you give in shooting warm cum into the very deepest part of me. Breathless we lay there and stare into each other's eyes. I still am in shock this is happening. You run your hand through my long hair.

"Nice to finally meet you." You say leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose.

Take What You Want



Nikki couldn't believe she was, once again, being stood up. Whoever said online dating was the way to go was a God damn idiot. How many times was she going to endure this lashing to her ego? As she sipped on glass of wine, Nikki slowly looked around the stonewall basement winery. She sat alone while watching couples look lovingly into each other's eyes. 

Damn, it pissed her off. 

Why did it prove to be so hard to find someone she had amazing chemistry with? Or, at the very least, to fuck her brains out? Sitting back in her chair, she crossed her legs and sucked back half of her glass of wine. She loved how it quickly warmed her throat and the rest of her body, despite it being chilled. The warmth brought to mind the beginning stages of an orgasm. What she wouldn't give to be enjoying one right now.

Gazing around the winery once more, Nikki took in how dim the lights were and how few couples seemed to be there. In the far corner, she noticed a couple that shared a dessert, chocolate mousse she was sure. The male leaned into his date, whispered something in her ear and when the woman stared back at him she had a fire in her eyes, an undeniable passion. The man had broad shoulders, dark brown hair and hands that said they knew how to please a woman. He slid them delicately over his date's bare arms as he fed her a spoon full of mousse. She gently grabbed the hand that was feeding her and slowly pushed the spoon into her mouth as far as it would let her, while staring at her date with a fire in her eyes, wordless understanding passing between them. 

What she was promising him, he was ready to receive. 

Nikki watched as the man shifted in his chair to make himself more comfortable, his every movement turned Nikki on. What she wouldn't give to have the confidence that the woman portrayed, to have the ability to turn one simple act into one of the sexiest thing she had ever seen, it amazed her. 

The thought immediately heated Nikki's cheeks and she could feel her nipples harden against her black lace bra, which she knew could be seen through the emerald green sheer top she wore that night. Unconsciously, Nikki began to slowly slide her fingers up her bare leg. Her breath quickened and her heart raced in reaction to her sensitive skin. Closing her eyes, she let her hand travel, feeling herself grow wet with anticipation. Nikki moaned as she touched herself, although only briefly, and her eyes whipped open at the sound of a man clearing his throat.

"Um, I noticed you finished your wine, would you like another?" he questioned. 

"No," Nikki answered a little too forcefully as she grabbed her purse and pulled out a twenty. She slammed it on the table and raced up the stairs, eager to hide her blushing face from prying eyes. Outside the winery her heart was racing, she stood still for a moment to let her head to clear. She could not believe she attempted to get herself off in the middle of a bar. What the hell was wrong with her? 

As she unlocked the door to her sixth floor apartment, she could hear her beagle, Toby, running down the hallway to greet her. "Well hello, I bet you need to go outside, don't you?" Nikki teased her puppy as he ran around in circles, jumping up and down. "Let me change into some running gear and grab your leash. I think we both need some late night exercise." 

Soon, Nikki and her furry companion were heading towards the running park that was only five minutes away. She loved the feeling of the crisp night air hitting her lungs and the burn start in her legs. The tension from the night quickly began to fade. As Nikki turned down Eighth Street and eagerly crossed the road towards her apartment she didn't see the man standing in front of her and soon found herself flat on her ass. 

"What the fuck is your problem?" a deep voice snapped at her. 

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. It was completely my fault, are you okay?" Nikki asked. She still hadn't looked up; she was too concentrated on the pain in her ass, literally 

"I'll live, give me your hand so I can help you up," the voice offered, sounding annoyed now. 

"Listen, I said I was sorry, I don't need your pity help," Nikki shot back. As she attempted to get on her feet white-hot pain seared up her back and she winced. It was nothing she couldn't handle, though. The walk back to her apartment and a hot bath would probably get rid of it.

"You're completely right, I was an ass. I'm sorry, allow me to help you up." The voice was much closer to her face now, and as Nikki began to look up she saw his strong hand first, reaching down to her. Nikki wrapped both of hers around it, while somehow managing to hold on to Toby's leash. When the man pulled her up she stumbled back as the current of an electric pulse surged through her arm at his very touch. Nikki finally raised her eyes to the man's face and examined him through her long lashes. He was beautiful, to say the least, probably the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on and she could feel herself drawn to him, his sexual magnetism. All she could think of was what it would feel like to his hands all over her. At that moment their eyes connected and she couldn't tell what he was thinking; he was so self-composed it astonished her. Couldn't he feel the electric attraction between them, or was it just her? This was obviously a man who was used to getting any woman he wanted. But the way he was looking at her, with that curious look, made it clear that she would not be one of those women.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he questioned, hands out, readying himself to catch her if she fell again. "You took a hard fall."

"Yeah, fine, thanks for your help, sorry again." She blushed, waved, and started walking back to her apartment. 

"Wait!" he called after her. "It's late and it would seem I'm heading in your direction. Let me walk you home, it's the least I could do for being in your way." He jogged to reach her, his muscles pulsing slightly as he did. They were silent on the walk back to her place, regardless of the fact that Nikki could still feel this electric pull between them, urging her to touch any part of the man. Nikki shook her head as she grabbed the keys out from her sports bra. When she turned to thank the man for walking her home he was looking at her with that raised eyebrow again. What the hell is his problem?

"You live here?" he questioned with a manly giggle. 

"Yes, I've lived here for the past two years, is that a problem?" despite his good looks, Nikki was starting to get annoyed with his smug attitude. 

"No, I just find it comical considering that I live here as well, for the last six months, and I've never seen you around."

"I'm not the kind of person who attempts to get to know or socialize with her neighbors," Nikki replied as she opened the door and started toward the elevator. That wasn't exactly true, but this guy was starting to rub her the wrong way. Or was she annoyed because he wasn't rubbing her the right way? God, her earlier bar escapade was rearing its embarrassing head again. She didn't get to run off her sexual tension and now was in extremely close proximity to a very sexy male who exuded pure sexuality. Nikki flung open the lobby door and made a B-line for the elevator.

"My name is Tyler, by the way." He leaned on the wall next to the elevator door as he told her this with an expectant grin. It was at that moment that she finally took the time to really look at him. He had shaggy brown hair, almost black, an angular face, eyes of milk chocolate and his skin was smooth and tanned. He must have stood over six feet with broad shoulders that you could see under the tight black Under Amour shirt he wore. He took care of himself. This man, this Tyler, radiated sex and she grew wet just looking at him. 

"Nikki," she blurted out, "my name is Nikki."

Tyler took a step closer, not breaking their eye contact, and reached across her, slightly brushing Nikki's stomach as he did; making her jump a little at that electric charge that was left there.

"You forgot to push the button," he pointed out in a husky, sexy breath. The elevator arrived a moment later and Nikki said nothing and starred at the floor as she stepped inside, Tyler right behind her. She was prepared to press the button to her floor when he quickly leaned over and pressed it. 

He must live on my floor.

Suddenly, Tyler inhaled a deep breath and walked her into the corner of the elevator, hands placed gently on both sides of her head. She was trapped. Nikki could do nothing but stand there, frozen and hot at the same time, as he leaned down and lightly touched his lips to her ear. 

"This is crazy, I know. I get that we only met fifteen minutes ago, but I have never felt this primal need, I've never been so turned on by someone in my life." Tyler's breathing quickened and his manly musky scent drove Nikki crazy. 

"Come with me to my apartment for a drink?" The heat from his eyes bore into hers and she knew then that perhaps she could be one of those women. All she could do was nod her head. 

With the answer he wanted, Tyler stepped away from Nikki and stood in the furthest corner of the elevator, as if putting distance between them to build the sexual tension even further. The way he was looking at her sent shivers down her spine and a tightening in her belly.

Nikki eagerly followed Tyler into his apartment, which seemed to have the identical layout as hers. She wandered around and examined everything she could. This man was very tidy and had an amazing style. His living room had dark leather furniture, a beautiful mahogany coffee table with a back marble top and floor to ceiling book shelves filled with photos of what she could only assume were friends and family as well as a plethora of books.

Reaching to grab a novel that caught her eye, Nikki stopped suddenly as her body began to hum with the awareness that he was standing right behind her. 

She couldn't move.

All she could feel was the heat from his body as he took a step closer, so close that she could feel how hard he was through his track pants. Tyler placed a stemmed cognac glass on the bookshelf in front of her face, leaning into her cheek as he did so. His breath was warm and sensual, as were his every move. Nikki felt his strong hand grip her exposed hip and turn her toward him. Soon, his plush lips were firm against hers and she gave in to whatever self control she had left. Nikki quickly followed him to the couch, not breaking their passionate embrace as they did so. 

Tyler's hand slid down from her shoulder and grasped her hand firmly, weaving their fingers together. She watched as he leaned back and polished off his drink and set the glass down on the table next to them. The look in his eyes had changed from sexual desire to pure animal attraction and Nikki felt her panties getting wetter. How was it possible that just a few hours ago she was wishing for this? 

"Tonight, I'm going to make you come for me, Nikki. I can see the way you look at me; that need in your eyes, you want this too. "

Nikki finished her drink quickly and relished the warmth it provided going down. She placed her glass aside and looked at Tyler saying nothing only nodding in agreement. She watched as he slid closer once again, trapping their bodies together. 

"I want to touch you, I want to kiss you, I want to taste you," he whispered as his hands touched her bare knees and slowly slid them up her thighs, to her hips, over her arms. He caressed every exposed part of her skin, leaving hot and cold sensations as he did. "Your skin is so soft," Tyler purred. 

Nikki's sex throbbed at his touch, causing a moan to escape her lips. How could she be this wet, this ready, when they hadn't even taken their clothes off? His hands began to travel back down her body, when they reached her thighs he gripped them and spread her legs and kneeled in front of her. He took hold of her shorts and yanked them off, successfully removing her panties with them. 

"Look at your greedy little cunt, so wet and ready for me." Tyler crooked his head and lightly blew on her cleft. Nikki let out another stifled moan. "I think it's time we find out if you taste as good as you smell. Don't you?" Before Nikki could even respond, Tyler had covered her pussy with his greedy mouth and slid an expert tongue over her swollen clit while slowly massaging his index finger inside of her sex. 

"Oh God, this feels so good," Nikki moaned and ran her fingers through Tyler's hair, holding on as she began to gyrate her hips to the rhythm of his tongue. Nikki could feel the orgasm building, her heart began to race, her sex tightening.

"Don't come, not yet. Hold it, do not come until I allow you," Tyler ordered, clearly feeling her body readying it's self for release. 

"Tyler, this feels so good, I don't think I can hold it. Please?" Nikki begged as her legs began to give. 

"Trust me; the wait will be worth it." At that, he wrapped his muscular arms around her body and carried her to his bedroom. "Take your clothes off," Tyler ordered after he laid a naked Nikki on the bed and removed the rest of his own. 

"Demanding, aren't we?" she joked while she obeyed. 

"I take what I want Nikki, and it's obvious you're willing to give me exactly what I want," he told her matter-of-factly while crawling onto the bed over her waiting body.

"You got your chance to taste me, now it's my turn." Nikki pounced and pushed him back, taking hold of this thick hard penis, she began to slowly stroke it with her hand, feeling its girth in her fingers and wanting it inside of her. Swirling her touch around the head and only allowing the tip all the way in her mouth, Nikki could tell by the slight noises being made by Tyler he enjoying what she was doing. Looking up at him through her long lashes she winked, and then took all of him. His eyes popped open in shock at the full evasion his penis just made in her mouth. Most women had difficulty adjusting to his size during sex let alone take the full length and width of him while performing oral. Tyler was in heaven as he watched Nikki, her hands on his ass pulling him deeper as she fucked him with her mouth. The moan that Nikki made while performing this very sexual intimate act almost make Tyler come right then. 

"Nikki, stop, I need you to stop," he begged, trying to pull away.

"Oh. How the tables have turned," Nikki said with a laugh. "You taste amazing, and that noise you make when hitting the back of my throat makes me so wet." Watching as Tyler took a moment to compose himself, she took the opportunity to straddle him. 

Tyler grabbed a hold of her slender arms. "Nikki I-"

But she stopped him in mid-sentence as she slipped his hard cock into her warm pussy, making his eyes roll back and his grip tighten on her arms. Bending over his hard body, her swollen and full breasts pressed against his perfectly sculpted chest. She looked at his handsome face and kissed him, slowly at first, relishing the feel of his soft lips and how he mimicked her gentleness. The kiss quickly escalated into something rawer as they explored each others mouths. 

Finally, it was all he could stand. Tyler grabbed Nikki's hips and flipped her onto her back with a growl. Once he had her where he wanted, he leaned to the side to grab a silver package and ripped it open fiercely. Nikki took the condom from him and slowly slid it in on his penis before moving it to cover the opening of her slick, wet and ready sex. "Give it to me and give it to me hard," Nikki ordered, staring into his eyes with certainty. 

It took only a second for Tyler to obey and he thrusted all the way into her, as deep as he could, making Nikki yelp with pleasure as the silky member explored inside of her. Tyler looked into her eyes to make sure she was okay and a wordless exchange passed between them. With that, Tyler began to slowly pull out and ease back in. The movement was intoxicating and Nikki quickly began to match the movements with her hips. 

"Oh yes. Fuck me, fuck me hard." Nikki's fingers were digging into his firm ass cheeks, trying to take him deeper, as she felt the quivering begin and her temperature rise. The sensation and pure pleasure was almost too much to handle. 

Tyler could feel her sex tighten, reading itself for the sweet release it craved. At that moment he pulled out of her, flipped her on to her stomach and brought her to the edge of the bed where he began to invade her from behind. This new position had Nikki quickly on the verge of orgasm and when Tyler reached his arm around to circle her clit with his thumb she knew it was all over. Her sex began to clench and release over and over as the orgasm rocketed through her body, her vision blurred with colors of passion and sensual pleasure. When she was finally finished, Nikki turned her head to the side to see the man who gave her such satisfaction.

Tyler was speechless. What he'd just witnessed was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced, even though he lost complete control as a Dominant. This was the first time he's ever given in to his partner and let her control him. He just stood next to his bed while he watched Nikki walk across the room and get dressed. When she reached the doorway to his bedroom she turned to him one last time, bliss and satisfaction eminent on her face.

"I know what you are," she announced. "I picked up on it almost immediately. But let's just get something straight here; I'm the one who takes what she wants, always. But I want this to continue, so I'm sure we can come to some sort of a happy medium." With a fierce grin, she lightly blew a kiss and was gone, leaving Tyler speechless and eager for more.



Take What You Want From Me



My name is Hayley, and this is my first time ever writing erotica, so please be gentle with me! But please, please, PLEASE leave comments/constructive criticism!! This is the first chapter in a series, and I promise that I'll try to update regularly. I really hope that you like it!! Thanks for reading!! 

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The Fantasies

The fantasies came at night, while he slept soundly beside her. She hadn't been sleeping well for some time now, ever since their fighting had started. But once he drifted off to sleep, she was able to relax, and just imagine. Imagine that everything was perfect, and then some. With his arms wrapped tightly around her, and his strong hands pressing into her belly, she shivered and grinned to herself. If only he knew what she was thinking. 

Would he be disgusted? She'd long given up on being disgusted with herself. She'd had fantasies about being at someone else's mercy since she was about sixteen, and first discovered dirty books. At first she was ashamed, and saw herself as a freak. But at twenty-five, she'd long since accepted herself. But she had yet to tell anyone about her secret desires. Her desires to be tied down so she couldn't move. Her desires to be whipped until she was screaming, both in pain in pleasure, unable to tell the difference between the two. Her desire to be told exactly how to pleasure another person. To be a sex object. To give up her entire being, and let herself be taken over entirely by another. But no, she had never told anyone. Not even her husband.

They'd been fighting a lot lately. They had gotten married almost a year ago (their anniversary was fast approaching, coming in just four days). At first, things had been great. They moved into their gorgeous apartment that had been a wedding gift from his fabulously wealthy parents, and had lived in that blissful 'honeymoon' state for about two months. You know, the constant sex, only referring to each other as 'baby' and 'sweetheart', and all that other romantic crap. But that quickly faded. See, real life set in when he got the big break that he'd been hoping for at her father's law firm. He was made a partner -- the youngest that the company had ever had. Of course it was because he was the son of the big boss man, but still. That meant he was working twenty hour days, and coming home completely burned out. The little time that they did have together was spent fighting over all the time that they spent apart. 

She had to do something. She couldn't continue on like this, only getting little bits of pleasure from her hot pink vibrator a few times a week. That wasn't a marriage. She hadn't had to resort to this much masturbation since she was in high school, and not actually getting sex. She'd met Bradley when she was just a freshman in college, and the two had been inseparable since. This seemed to be more than a rough patch. And if it didn't change soon, separation would surely be the next step. 

The Idea

After finally drifting off to sleep, it seemed like she only got an hour or so before the alarm woke her up again. And as usual, her bed was empty. She groaned loudly into the large room, and threw her head back in frustration. Their one year anniversary was in just three days from now. They should be celebrating. They should be having morning sex! Or something! But no, like the past ten and a half months, she was alone. 

That's when it hit her. She had to do something to change this. Anniversaries required presents, right? And one year was supposed to be paper. So maybe her 'paper' could just be a card confessing her secret fantasies to him. Maybe a night of completely wild and crazy sex was just what they needed. Because the usual wasn't going to cut it. The idea alone sent a shiver down her spine, and liquid fire through her veins. She let out a shaky breath... this was the first time she'd ever considered sharing her fantasies with anyone. The only time she'd come close was once, in college, when they were talking about their 'ultimate fantasy'. But she'd held back, worried that he would find her to be a freak. But no. This time, they were married. There was a ring on his finger that bound him to her. And things couldn't possibly get any worse. So even if he found her secret to be the most disgusting thing in the world, then they could just add that to the list of problems that they were already having. She had nothing to lose. 

Just thinking about it had her wet. She let out a shaky breath and lay back on the bed, and slipped out of her pajama bottoms and panties, allowing her hand to travel downward. Touching herself lightly, she wasn't surprised to find that she was soaked. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan, as she moved her fingers towards her clit. In a few days, she would get what she wanted. Hopefully. She moved her fingers faster, in small circles, and brought her other hand down as well. Keeping her fingers on her clit with one hand, she used the other to insert two fingers into her soaked pussy. She cried out, and began pumping her fingers in and out. Her juices were running down her ass, and onto the bed, and her head was thrown back in absolute carnal pleasure. She moved her fingers faster, increasing the speed on both her clit, and the fingers pumping in and out of her vagina. With a final few pushes, she reached climax, and arched off the bed, crying out in ecstasy as she did so. She collapsed, her skin glistening with sweat, her breathing broken and labored. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and brought them to her mouth, slowly licking them clean. She moaned again, having another small orgasm from the taste of herself alone. She opened her eyes, and stared at the ceiling, and grinned. Today was going to be a good day. 

The Shopping Trip

Later, after some serious Google searching, she found herself in her new Range Rover (yet another wedding present -- yes, they had wealthy families), driving downtown. Her hands were trembling so much that she could barely grip the steering wheel, and she was grinning so wide that her jaw was beginning to hurt. God, she was so excited. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been this excited about something. Probably on her wedding day. Hell, this could end up being as important as her wedding day. If it worked, she'd have a renewed marriage. And if not... well, she didn't want to think about that. She turned up the radio, and continued her drive, holding onto the steering wheel for dear life.

She laughed as she pulled up to the store. Deepest Desires, the sign read. Oh man. What had she gotten herself into? The location, the store, everything about this place was sketchy, and that was exactly why she'd picked it. What would people say, if they found out that Mrs. Bradley Davis was shopping for hardcore S&M sex toys?! That would be a mess. She shivered just at the thought. She paused, looking around before she opened her car door, as if making sure she wouldn't run into one of her best friends or something in the parking lot. She laughed to herself, and shook her head. She was being ridiculous.

She walked into the store, and was immediately taken aback. She gasped to herself, her eyes widened, and a flood of heat rushed through her body, dampening her panties and making her face go bright red. "First time?" the clerk asked, with a grin? She could only nod. "Let me know if you need help." The woman actually looked nice enough. But she wasn't about to ask for help. That was a bit too much, even for her. She'd done her research. She could do this on her own. 

She moved towards the back of the store, and practically orgasmed right in the aisle. Oh wow, this was going to be fun. 



Take What You Want From Me Ch. 02



My name is Hayley, and this is my first time ever writing erotica, so please be gentle with me! But please, please, PLEASE leave comments/constructive criticism!! This is the second chapter in a series, and I suggest that you read the first chapter; otherwise this may not make a ton of sense! I really hope that you like it!! Thanks for reading!! 
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The Anniversary Dinner
6:45
7:01
7:38.
8:14
9:02
9:42

I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. I had to keep telling myself as I paced through our dining room, for what seemed like the millionth time that night. My lower lip was practically bleeding; I'd been biting it so hard, trying to keep myself from crying. And yet my eyes betrayed me, and filled up with tears anyway. He'd forgotten. 

I'd been so excited for the past few days. This was all I could think about. The box had been sitting like a ticking bomb in the trunk of my car, and it was all I could do not to take it out and show it to him early. But no, I'd been patient. And here we were, the night of our anniversary. We'd said that dinner would be at 6:30. He wanted to go out, but since I had my little surprise, I thought it best that we stay in. I'd skipped work today, and spent the entire day cooking his favorite meal – tenderloin with this special sauce recipe that I got from his mom, mashed potatoes, and a colorful medley of vegetables. I'd even made home baked bread, and a peach cobbler, his favorite, for dessert. I'd bought a bottle of Dom Perignon. The night was supposed to be perfect. I'd set out our wedding china, the crystal glasses that we'd gotten, and the silverware that had been passed down to be from my great grandmother.

I'd filled the dining room with candles, dimmed the lights, put his favorite music on quietly in the background, and then gone to wait. And that's what I'd been doing. For the past three plus hours. It was customary for Brad to be late. I expected that from him. Hell, I even started dinner fifteen minutes late so that I would allow him extra time to get home, and it would be ready when he got here. But three hours? Really? I stopped pacing and sat down, exasperated, in one of the chairs, and took a shaky breath. 

This was stupid. I was doing all of this work for something that was such a lost cause. I looked down at myself and laughed, shaking my head. God, I looked like such a pathetic slut. I was wearing a dress that was practically lingerie. Sure, it was Dior, and not like I'd gotten it from some trashy sex store, but that didn't change the fact that I was barely clothed. 

I looked ridiculous. This wasn't me. I kicked off the hooker heels that I'd put on, practically hurling them across the room. They were about five inches high, black and strappy, and the most painful things that I'd ever put on my feet. But they were hot. And that's why I'd even bothered. At that I laughed out loud. All of this, for what? To be stood up, at my own house. On my anniversary. What a waste of a blowout, mani/pedi and Brazilian. 

10:09
10:33
11:16

I stood up, closed my eyes for a moment, and finally began clearing the table. This night was over. I was a fool for suddenly thinking that just because it was this a special day of the year our entire relationship would be different. Nothing was different except for us. We weren't the same couple we used to be. And at that, my eyes filled with tears all over again. This time I didn't even try to stop them. What was the damned point? My marriage was over. I think I'm allowed a few tears. 

And of course, at that moment, the door swung open, and my husband walked in like nothing had happened. He just stopped and stared at me, as if trying to figure out what exactly what was going on. I was quite sure how to read the look on his face. Part lust, I could tell, because let's face it; I was a fucking knock out in this dress. My little body was poured into this thing. I'm tiny, being only 5'3'', but a bit curvy, with size 36DD breasts and a 28 inch waist. And this dress emphasized everything I was proud of. So yeah, I could see how he could be staring because of the dress. But somehow, I didn't think that was the entire reason. At least I hoped to God it wasn't. 

Probably had something to do with the fact that I had mascara running down my face, and was still crying. I wasn't going to pull myself together. Not this time. Normally, at least in the past few months, when Bradley had come in, and I'd been upset, I'd gotten myself together quickly, not wanting him to be bothered. But not this time. The bastard should feel bad. 

"Oh, Nicole." His voice came out as just a whisper. He pulled out his blackberry, looking at the time, obviously just thinking I was upset that he was home late once again. And then there it was. His face crumpled. He must have seen the date. He looked almost broken. I would have felt bad for him, had I not been so upset. There it was. He was realizing. "Oh Nikki. Oh my God. Oh my God."

With that I just shook my head and began down the narrow hallway leading towards our master bedroom. Yeah, let him feel bad about it. "Your dinner is in the fridge if you're hungry. I made your favorites", I mumbled, unsure if he could hear me. I didn't care. 

This was kind of a surprising reaction from me, to be honest. I'd spent all night wishing he was home, and now here he was, and all I wanted was to be alone. I moved quickly through our bedroom, unzipping my dress along the way, until I was stripped down to just my barely there lacy black panties and bra. I went into our oversized bathroom, and shut and locked the door behind me, the proceeded to collapse against it. It was only then that I truly let myself go. I put my head in my hands, and I simply sobbed.

The Next Day
He'd spent the night pounding on the door, begging me to come out. I couldn't. I just couldn't face him. Yes, I'm aware that I'm part of the problem. But I just couldn't. Eventually I must have passed out, because I woke up on the bathroom floor with light streaming through the windows, and my husband gone, yet again. Surprise, surprise. 

I grabbed my hot pink Oscar de la Renta silk robe as I walked towards the kitchen, surprised to see rose petals all over my mahogany wood floors. Okay, he was off to a good start. I walked into our main living room, and couldn't help but grin as I saw our apartment filled with different colors of roses. There must have been fifty vases scattered around the living room, dining room and kitchen. Okay, he was getting points back. My eyes fell on a note on the table, and I quickly ran over, almost giddy at this point.

My sweet girl, 
You have no idea how sorry I am for last night. Please look on the kitchen table, you'll see two boxes. Wear what is in them. A limo will pick you up tonight at seven fifteen outside to take you to dinner, and I will meet you there. I love you –B

I didn't even realize that I'd started crying until a few tears fell onto the page, slightly smearing the messy handwriting that I loved so much. I didn't bother to wipe my eyes; I just smiled, and walked towards the kitchen. Things were looking up.

The Night of Redemption
I shivered slightly as I stepped outside, towards the black stretch limo that was waiting outside of our building. The night was a cold one, but I hadn't bothered to grab a coat. I wasn't about to cover up this amazing dress. The dark red material draped as a cowl neck in the front, and then the dress was open in the back. It hit the ground at just the right place. On anyone else it may have looked silly, but he knew me well. On me it looked perfect. The color complemented my dark brown hair and light, creamy complexion. It was simply stunning. And the diamonds that he had draped around my neck were breath taking. The teardrop necklace, with the matching earrings just highlighted the dress, and made my neck look long, and feminine. He was incredible. I'm sure he had some help, but I wasn't going to ask. However he'd managed to do it, Bradley had literally picked out the perfect outfit for me to wear. 

The ride to the restaurant was a short one, luckily, considering I was so anxious I felt as though I was going to pass out. I felt like I was going out on a first date all over again. We were so far separated at this point I didn't know what to expect. This wasn't going to be the average anniversary dinner. I knew that. Suddenly the limo stopped, and the door opened. I took a deep breath, grabbed my black silk clutch, the box that contained the gifts for Bradley, and I stepped out. Yes, I'm aware that it was incredibly risky to bring the gifts here, to a public place. But fuck it. Maybe the added shock value of presenting this in a public place would be a good thing. Plus, it wasn't like I was going to ask him to throw me down and fuck me right there on the table. 

I'd contemplated even bringing the gifts. I was so hurt by what had transpired last night. Why should I give such a big part of myself to him when he couldn't even remember a date? But this was for me too. I shouldn't have to give this thing that I was so excited about up just because he had been a complete asshole. Maybe he didn't deserve this. If my friends knew about this they'd probably scold me for still giving it to him. But I had made my decision, and I wanted to. 

I laughed out loud when I looked up at the sign of the restaurant that he'd brought me to. Of course. The place that he'd proposed to me. Good, he was feeling bad. "Ma'am", the driver tipped his hat slightly to me, and I smiled and nodded, then walked inside. 

Before I could say anything, I perky blonde woman grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the back of the restaurant to one of the secluded booths (that would definitely work to my advantage when presenting my gift). "Thanks" I whispered to her half-heartedly, not looking at her.

 All I could see was the man sitting in the tuxedo. All six feet and 4 inches of him. God, he was beautiful. His dirty blonde hair was freshly cut, and his dark green eyes were smiling, despite the fact that his mouth was not. And God, he rocked that tux. Yes, you could definitely call me shallow. One of the main things that initially attracted me to him was his looks. He was built. He was rock solid. He was striking. We locked eyes, and he motioned to the dark brown leather seat. I sat down across from him, and he laughed, hearty and deep. A laugh that I loved. He grabbed my waist, and pulled me over to the middle seat, next to him. "I don't want you all the way over there" he murmured in my ear, before biting my earlobe slightly, making me squirm. 

God, I loved him. He did so many things that I hated, but I did. I loved him. "Hi" I whispered, giving him a small smile. "Hi", he smiled back, pulling me closer, and kissed my forehead. 

"I'm so sorry" he said softly, holding me close to him. My eyes filled up with tears, and all I could do was nod against his chest. What was with all this crying I was doing lately? That wasn't like me. I wasn't a 'crier'! 

I pulled back, looking up at him, and bit my lip, unaware of what I should do next. This was all so uncomfortable. "We're pretty off track, huh?" He said, matter-of-factly, taking the words right out of my mouth. All I could do was nod. I wasn't going to talk for now. I was owed a few apologies.

"Nicole, I'm ---", he paused, looking down at the table. He took a sip of water, and grabbed a piece of bread. I stared at him pointedly, silently urging him to go on. 

"...I'm so sorry, sweet girl. I am." He nodded, as if trying to reinforce his point. "I'll say it over and over. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. And not just for last night. Because I know that you're not just upset about last night. I've really sucked as a husband lately, huh?"

I just looked at him. I wasn't going to say it. That wouldn't do us any good. He looked down, and let out a shaky breath, and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. "This job has become really important to me. It's just such a great opportunity. I've gotten caught up in it. And I guess I didn't really think about it. I mean, I did, but we didn't have any really huge fights, so I kind of just figured that we were okay?"

"I wasn't about to start a screaming match with you, Brad!" I interrupted him, raising my voice slightly, and narrowed my eyes. He was right with that one. We had little fights, but nothing huge. We were more just silent. He was never there to have fights with. 

He grabbed both of my hands and kissed them before he went on, "Nikki, I never meant to hurt you. I've been working so hard. Trying to make a solid living for us, trying to save up so that we can have some cushion and then can start a family in a few years like we both want. I just... I love you so much, and I want to provide for you. I want to give you everything and more..."

I shook my head vigorously, moving closer to him, and pulling my hands from his. I grabbed his face with my small hands, and pulled him close to me, and kissed him hard. "Oh, sweetheart. You do. You do provide for me. And we have money. We come from money. We're okay." I paused, squeezed his hand, and repeated, "We're okay." 

"I just... I don't know. I'm so sorry. I guess that's it. I can't say much more, huh? It was really horrible for me to miss last night. I'm so sorry, Nicole."

"I know." I did. That was the truth. I believed him. I knew him well enough to know his bullshit apologies by now. I scooted closer to him, and kissed his lips softly. "Are we going to be okay?" 

As soon as I said it I immediately regretted it. I don't know why that came out of my mouth. It certainly wasn't something I had planned to say. I threw my hands over my lips, and moved quickly away from him to the other side of the booth, looking at him wide-eyed. I so didn't mean to say that. Wow, way to fuck up the evening, Nicole, was all I could think. Over and over. And his silence didn't help. 

After what felt like an eternity, he broke into a huge smile, and grabbed my waist, lifting me as though I weighed nothing, and pulled me onto him so that I was slightly on his lap. He just shook his head at me and laughed. "My silly sweet girl. Of course we're going to be okay. How could you think otherwise? We're going to be fine. I love you. More than anything in the entire world. And I'm going to spend the next seventy years of our lives together making up for this awful first year of marriage." He tipped my head back so that he could kiss me, and said against my lips, "I'm sorry for making you doubt us."

This was the marriage that I'd had in the beginning. This was the man that I'd married. This was the man that I was confident in sharing my fantasies with. I squirmed in his lap, and moved off of him, reaching for the box, but he stopped me. "No, if we're doing gifts, I get to go first." He reached inside his jacket and pulled out an envelope, and placed it on the table, then slid it over to me. He nodded to me, giving me the okay to open it. 

Like a child, I tore into it. I was expecting jewelry. That was the typical anniversary gift, right? A necklace or a bracelet or something? Hell, I thought that all of this that he'd dressed me in for tonight was my gift. But of course, here he was, with something else. I opened the envelope, and let out a surprised gasp when I pulled out two plane tickets marked with tomorrow's date. "Bahamas. We did Hawaii for the honeymoon. And you'd said that the Bahamas was your second choice, right? Let me take you away, Nikki. We need a week away together. Just you and me."

I stared at him, simply shocked. A week in paradise? But... "What about your job?" It wasn't worth it if he was going to be on his blackberry the entire time. I'd rather just stay home. 

As if reading my mind, he handed me his phone. "Take it. Just you and me. For a week. I promise. I told them I'm taking a week off. I have vacation days. It's overdue."

 I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, he was already continuing, "And don't worry about your work either. I called them and told them that their star therapist wouldn't be in this week." 

"Thank you," I whispered my eyes teary. All I'd been doing lately was crying, but luckily this time they were happy tears. Grateful tears. This was going to be amazing. Simply amazing. 

And speaking of... I reached for the box and handed it to him, my hands shaking. My heart was beating so loudly I'm sure that he could hear it. I bit my lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood, and I fumbled as I gave him the medium sized box, wrapped in beautiful silk paper, and decorated with sparkly thick ribbon. I cast my eyes downward, and pointed to the card first. Yeah, there was no way that I could watch as he opened this. For a split second I considered grabbing it back, saying it wasn't ready yet, and taking it back. But no, it was done. I trusted him. And I was giving him this. 

He opened the card, and looked over at me questioningly, clearly horribly confused. I'm not a nervous person by nature. So it made sense for him to be thrown off by my erratic behavior. I saw him tighten his jaw as he began to read, and his eyes bulged to the point that I was almost worried they'd fall out of his head. His brow furrowed, and his lips pursed. Oh, shit. 

Bradley, 
When we got married, I promised to give you my everything. I have... except for this. So I figured that on this, the night of our one year anniversary as a wedded couple, I would tell you a naughty little secret of mine. But before I do, I need to acknowledge that things have been really awful between us lately. Which is one of the reasons I'm doing this now. I figure that this could spice things up enough to maybe give us a boost to work on our relationship, or you could find me a total disgusting freak, and then we could just add this to the list of problems that we already have. 

So, with that said, I present these items to you. With them I also hand over my entire mind, body and soul to you. I am yours, B, control, to do with as you wish. Use the items as you feel appropriate, I will not protest. This is what I want. This is what I crave.  I've never told anyone about these secret fantasies of mine, to be dominated, so I hope that you will take them seriously. I'm yours. You may interpret that however you would like to. 
With all of my love,
Nicole

I felt my cheeks burn as I heard the paper crinkle and the ribbons being untied. He was opening the box. And then the top was off, and on the table. "Oh fuck", he muttered, under his breath. 

Inside the box lay a whip, handcuffs, nipple clamps, ropes, a few candles, a blindfold, and a paddle. I hadn't really known what to buy, since this was my first time, so I just got anything that looked appealing while I was there. And I figured that whatever we didn't have we could go back for, or find something else to use. That is, if we ended up using any of this. God, I hoped we would. 

The silence that followed was deafening. We sat in silence for about three minutes, as he decided what he was going to do. I didn't dare look at him. I was so humiliated. This was such a mistake. But then he pulled out his wallet, threw down a hundred dollar bill, muttering something to himself about that probably covering it, and stood up. He put the top back on the box, grabbed the plane tickets and shoved them in his coat pocket, stood up, and jerked me up. I could only shriek. Oh, this was so, so bad.  

The Aftermath
"We're going home" he growled in my ear, as he dragged me from the restaurant. 

There was fire in his eyes, but I honestly couldn't read his expression, whether it was good or bad. I'd never seen Brad like this before. Normally he was pretty readable. But now... now I had no idea what he was thinking. By the time we got outside (which was pretty quickly, considering he practically ran out of the restaurant, nearly pulling my arm out of its socket), the limo was waiting outside for us. We got inside, and he barked at the driver to take us home. I didn't like the voice he was using. This was so bad. All of my instincts were telling me to get out of the car, not to go home with him. He was going to kill me or something. I'd never been scared of him before. I was scared of him now. I was terrified. 




Take What You Want From Me Ch. 02



The ride was silent. When we got back to the apartment building, he rushed us inside, ignoring our doorman, who I had to give an apologetic look to, considering Brad was normally pretty nice to him. We got in elevator, and he punched in our security code so that it would take us straight to our apartment. (Since we had the entire floor, we needed a pass code) All I could think was that there would be no one to hear me scream if he tried to kill me. 

That was ridiculous. This was my husband. The man that I'd known and loved for seven years. He wasn't going to kill me. Right? 

Once we'd gotten inside, and he'd disabled the alarm, he dropped everything on the floor, and threw me up against a wall, knocking the wind straight out of me. He'd never been rough with me before. Fire coursed through my veins, and my heart was nearly pounding out of my chest. Yes, I was terrified. And insanely turned on. My panties were soaked, I was breathing heavily, and I'm pretty sure my face was bright read. For the first time since I'd given him the present, I looked up at him, and locked eyes with him. But I barely had time for that. Just as soon as I'd been shoved up against the wall, I was being pulled from it so that he could tear the dress from me. He was a large man. Strong. By simply grabbing hold of the two sides, he destroyed what was probably a three thousand dollar piece of clothing, leaving me in just a black thong and matching black push up bra.

Again, I felt myself being shoved against the wall. My shoulder hit a corner, and I winced. That would bruise. But I had to smile. Because if tonight went according to plan, I'd have a lot more than that one bruise marking me tomorrow morning. I barely had time to think before his mouth covered mine. His tongue forced my lips open, and I gladly accepted, trying to keep up with him. But he was seeking, searching for something more. As if he was trying to make up for all of the lost time in the past few months. His hands ran through my hair, undoing my simple up-do, and he tugged slightly. At that I moaned. This was a side of him that I'd never experienced before. It was like that moan was a green light for him. He pulled back from me slightly, so that he could bite my bottom lip, eliciting yet another moan from me, as the unexpected hard pinch was surprisingly pleasurable.  Both of our tongues massaged each other, and the moment he felt me trying to fight for control he pulled back again, tugging my hair harder this time. I groaned, wanting his lips back on mine. But he wasn't about to give me more of that. He lifted me further up the wall so that I was at his eye level, and without having to be asked, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Pressed against him like this, I could feel just how hard he was.

Good, my present was going over well. At least so far. To elicit a kiss like that? I'd never been kissed like that in my life. I didn't know that was possible. I couldn't breathe. I went to rest my forehead on his shoulder while I caught my breath, but he was having none of it. He pulled me back by my hair, and tilted my head to the side so that he had access to my neck, where he began what could only be described as an assault. His teeth scraped over my skin, and he bit me, then instead of soothing where he'd just left the hickey like he normally would, he just moved on to a new spot. If he kept this up, I was going to climax right here, just from his kisses. He reached down between us, and grabbed one of my nipples, and tugged hard. At that I was practically gone. I threw my head back, groaned loudly enough to make me extremely grateful that we didn't have next door neighbors, and somehow managed to meet his eyes. 

At that he pulled away, taking his lips and hands off me entirely. Breathing heavily, he pressed his palms against the wall on either side of me, and pushed his forehead against mine. I whimpered softly, pushing myself upwards in an attempt to get to his lips again. With one hand, he gave me a grave laugh, and pushed me away, and shook his head. "What the fuck, Nikki?!" he yelled at me.

Okay, I wasn't expecting that. I went to unwrap my legs from his waist and get down, but he just grabbed my ass, keeping me in place. Maybe he wasn't taking this as well as I'd expected. "I... um...?" I stuttered. I wasn't sure what to say. What did he want me to say? "I'm sorry?" I tried. 

With that he grabbed my chin and forcefully jerked my head upwards, kissing me hard again. He didn't let it get into another one of those kisses, but it was just enough to say that 'sorry' wasn't the correct answer. "I don't know, Brad? What?" 

He sighed heavily, and shook his head, as if he didn't know what he wanted me to say either. "I love you so fucking much, you know that?" 

Okay, that I wasn't expecting. I must have given him a surprised look, because he laughed loudly. "Oh stop. Did you really think I was going to take that and throw you to the curb? Jesus fucking Christ, Nicole." I could only look at him with questioning eyes.

 I tightened my legs around his waist slightly, and in doing so pressed his hard-as-steel cock against me. With that he pressed a hard kiss to my lips, and pulled me closer to him, and dropped his voice, "I'm just surprised. You're perfect, my sweet, sweet girl. You're my personal little sex goddess. You're so much better than I could have ever imagined." 

He paused for a moment, and tipped my chin upwards with his index finger so that I was looking at him directly, "You're sure?" I was at a loss for words. All I could do was nod. "Do you want a safe word?" he asked. I hadn't even thought of that. I shook my head, "I trust you". 

All of the books said that it was stupid to get into a relationship involving any kind of sadomasochism without a safe word, but I truly felt we didn't need one. He would take care of me. I meant it when I said that I was giving myself to him. Allowing myself to have a safe word would mean that I wasn't giving him everything. I trusted him. I did. 

He pulled me up close to him, and kissed me again, gentler this time. He simply massaged my tongue with this, occasionally nibbling on my lips. This kiss was different than before. This was filled with love. With gratitude. He ran his tongue over my teeth, allowing himself a few more kisses before pulling back, and moving us away from the wall. The sudden movement surprised me, and I shrieked slightly, and had to grip the lapels of his tux. "I've got you, pretty girl." His hot breath tickled my ear. He wasn't going to let me fall. 

The Beginning
He brought us into the bedroom, and put me down onto the center of the bed, then stepped back. And then he just stared. In any other circumstance I would have been incredibly embarrassed, but right now I could barely think straight. Embarrassed wasn't even a word in my vocabulary right now. I leaned back on one hand, and stretched the other out to him, inviting him to come join me. But he gave me a stern shake of his head, and walked out, yelling "Stay there" as he left. 

I fell back entirely, and couldn't help but let out a girlish squeal. I was just so happy. I kicked my legs up in the air before quickly laying them back down. I didn't want to be caught doing my little happy dance. But this was a good outcome. So far. And I didn't know what was to come. But considering I had gone into this expecting him to throw the box at me and scream, "DIVORCE!!!" this was definitely an improvement. 

I lifted my head to see him walking back into the room, box, and champagne in hand. He placed both on the bed next to me, not saying a word. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could make a sound he put up his hand and shook his head. Apparently we weren't talking right now. 

"You know," he started, as he moved to stand at the foot of the bed, staring down at me, "you got my tux all dirty. You wrapped your little legs around me, and pressed your wet little pussy up against me, and you soaked me. Did you know that?" 

I stared at him, aghast. We weren't dirty talkers. Wow, this was really new. This was very real. I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. I didn't know how to respond to what he was saying. I could feel my face burning up, and my panties getting even wetter. He smirked, and shook his head, "That turns you on, doesn't it? Hearing me talk like this is making you hot." Before I had time to react, his hands were around my ankles, and he quickly yanked me all the way to the edge of the bed. He smiled down at me, almost wickedly. 

"Do you know what you've gotten yourself into, my sweet girl? Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" His questions required no answers. Of course the answers were meant to be 'no'. I swallowed thickly, and stared up at him through my thick eyelashes, but I couldn't stop smiling. I know that he was trying to intimidate me, or to frighten me. But I just couldn't get the grin off of my face. 

"Since you made my pants all dirty, I can of course no longer wear them. Take them off me, my sweet wife." He paused, as if to examine himself, and then continued, "and the bottom of my shirt too. So you will take that off as well." He gave me a sharp nod, as if to reaffirm what he had just said. When I didn't move for a second, he impatiently gestured to get off the bed, and I bowed my head in shame. "I'm sorry, Brad."

"No," he snapped, shaking his head vigorously. I looked up at him in surprise, but he quickly went on, "You may call me Master. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. You say that you are giving yourself to me? Then prove it. First names means equals. From what I got, you do not want that anymore. You want my control. I will give that to you. But you will acknowledge that."

Where was the man that was my husband? Because man was not him. This man... this man was an entirely different person, someone that I had never seen before. Was this serious, domineering side of him what the people that he worked with saw? I never imagined that he would get this into it. 

I nodded, and whispered back, "Yes... Master", oh my God, just saying it was so hot. My entire body felt like it was on fire. 

I was shocked that I didn't have my juices running down my legs at this point; I'd never been this wet before. The thong was practically melted at this point. I got off the bed, and slowly lowered myself to my knees, never breaking eye contact with him. I slowly ran one of my hands up the inside of his leg before I moved to unzip his pants. "Nicole!" He scolded, making no effort to move away from me.  

I struggled to pull his pants down over his boxer briefs, considering he was sporting one hell of a hard-on. His huge, hard cock taunted me from within its cotton constraints, and made my mouth water. I went to hook my fingers around the waistband around his underwear, but he stopped me, and I couldn't help but let out a loud groan. "A little taste? Please?" 

He grabbed my wrists, and pulled me to my feet, and stared down at me. Okay, that death stare thing was getting kind of weird. Without a word, he motioned to the rest of his body, insisting that I go on undressing him. I had to go up on my tiptoes to push the jacket off of his shoulders. I wrapped my arms around him to undo his cumber bun, and then I began unbuttoning his shirt, going slowly on purpose. I let my nails graze over his naked chest every time I would get more of the shirt open, and I moved down with the buttons, so that my hot breath was on him as well. Whatever it was seemed to be effective, considering the moan/growl type of sound that he made. Once he was down to just his underwear, he spoke again, "On your knees. You may now pleasure me."

That was all the encouragement that I needed. I've always been a woman to really enjoy giving a blowjob. There's something very exciting about being in such a submissive position, yet making a man feel so weak with pleasure at the same time. I pulled hard at his boxer briefs to get them over his large member, and then I took a moment just to look at him. Sadly enough it'd been over three months since we'd had good sex. Sure, we were pretty good keeping up with the standard, missionary stuff, but nothing with good foreplay or anything, 

I reached out the tip of my finger to swipe away the little pearl of pre-cum that had beaded at the tip of his cock, and then pulled my hand back. Looking up at him, I stuck my finger in my mouth, with a wicked smile on my face. And then I went to work. Taking all of him was always tough, but considering I had a pretty good gag reflex, I had gotten good at it with time. I swirled my tongue around him, and began making love to him with my mouth, moving slowly, tantalizingly. I sucked on him, pulled, and scraped him with my teeth. 

I took him as deep as I possibly could, and I did the act of swallowing, all the while keeping my tongue on the underside of his penis. Yeah, I was pretty damn good at blowjobs. I could feel him getting close, and that was normally when we would stop. I'd never actually gone all the way with him in a blowjob. This would always just be like a warm up to sex. We'd do this, and then we'd have sex. I went to pull back, and looked up at him, but he shook his head. "Finish it." 

My heart sped up, and my hands started shaking. Okay. Sure. I could do this. I moved my hands up and cupped his balls softly and massaged them while I got the rhythm with my mouth going on him again. When his moans became increasingly louder, I took him as deep as I possibly could, and sent him over the edge by bringing his penis to the base of my throat and swallowing. Spurts of his hot, creamy cum filled my mouth immediately, and I fought to drink it all in, and to suck him dry. He came for what seemed like an eternity, which brought pure joy to my heart. That I could do this to him, to make him feel such pleasure, was such a turn on to me, and made me feel so happy. 

Once I was sure he had finished, I gave him a few final licks, surprised to find him still hard, and then dropped him from my mouth with an audible 'pop'. I sat back on my feet, waiting for my next order, and quickly wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. I grinned to myself, savoring the taste of him in my mouth. That was certainly a new experience. One that I wouldn't trade for anything. One of the best that I'd ever had. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, Nikki. Where have you been hiding?" his voice was a deeper pitch than I recognized, out of lust and being scraped raw from moans of pleasure.  

I just stared up at him, with such pure adoration and love that I couldn't stand it. I had missed this man so much. I hadn't realized just how broken my heart was until this moment, when here, sitting on the floor before him, I just looked at him. How had I survived this past year? One thing was for sure, that I was certainly never going another day without having my husband gone again. I was going to hold onto him this time. 

I must have been lost in my thoughts, because the next thing I knew, I was thrown over one of his shoulders, and we were walking towards the living area of our apartment. Wow, he'd even managed to put jeans on in the time that I'd been caught up in my own head. He moved quickly, and before I even knew what was going on, I found myself face down on the dining room table. "Don't move," he said gruffly, before disappearing from the room.

What was going on now? I was so caught up in my own lust, in simply reveling in the fact that it seemed like our lives were going to possibly get back on track now, that I couldn't seem to process anything that was happening. I heard the thumping of his feet as he walked back into the room, and grinned widely as I heard him put something down on the hardwood floor near him. Oh good. Toys were coming out. 

He stood behind me, not saying anything, not moving. I wiggled my behind slightly into him, making very clear what I wanted. All I got was laughter. At that I groaned. What an asshole, torturing me like this. He ran one finger down my spine, and I shivered as goose bumps broke out over my entire body. I couldn't remember a time when such a simple touch had turned me on so much.  I could practically feel his smile. It was made all the more clear that he was happy with my reaction when he lifted my hips slightly and without warning, literally tore my panties from my body, and then proceeded to shove two of his large fingers inside of my seeping, hot pussy. I screamed, both from the shock, and the built up pleasure of it all. But he stayed, unmoving.

He had huge hands. Two fingers alone stretched me deliciously, and he wasn't even doing anything yet. I whimpered, attempting to move my hips. I was dying to feel his movement within me. At that he promptly smacked my ass, hard enough to make me shriek, "No, no. Don't you move."

Okay, he was really getting into this thing. Spanking now too? But finally, after a few more silent, horribly painful seconds passed, he finally began to move. He pulled his fingers back slightly, then pushed back hard into my sweet honey. He twisted his hand, and curved his fingers, reaching the spot that only he had been able to find. He knew how to pleasure me in ways that I didn't know were possible. I groaned, almost animalistic. 

He moved his thumb over my clit in slow circles, and kept his pace steady. It was amazing how well he could read my body, even though we'd grown so far apart. I could already feel myself close to climax. He was moving faster, thrusting his fingers in and out of me now, and my walls were quickly tightening around him, creating a narrow vase. I knew him too well. He was going to pull back. I clamped my thighs shut as hard as I could around his wrist, trapping him inside of me. "Don't you dare come, sweet girl. You can come when I say you can. You gave yourself to me, remember? That means I get to make that decision."

Tears sprang to my eyes, out of frustration, and a bit of pure hatred for him at that moment. "P-p-please," I managed to choke out. I could barely speak. But all he did was use his other hand to pry open my thighs, and pull his hand away. I was shaking, dying to let go. Not simply from all of this, what had happened tonight, but from everything pent up. I hadn't orgasmed with Bradley in over three months. I was like a woman starving. And he could feel that. 

He pulled me back slightly by my hair, and put his index finger in front of my mouth. "Taste. Taste how much of a little slut you are." I greedily took his finger into my mouth, sucking all of my own juices off of him. 

And then, just to piss him off, I wrapped my tongue around his finger, simulating the action of a blowjob. With that he let go of my hair and pushed my head back down. "Not cool, Nik. You don't control this. Don't you go trying to tease me here. I'll have to punish you next time"

I didn't say anything. But a flood of moisture hit my pussy, and he laughed out loud. "You'd like that. Look at you. You're getting turned on by the thought of your Master punishing you," there was that word again. Master. So fucking hot. I loved this. Why had I not told him about this BDSM fantasy thing before?

He moved away from me, and picked up whatever was on the floor. My heart sped up in anticipation, and my entire body went numb. For a moment, time stood still. The silence in the room was deafening, and suddenly all of the heat had caught up to me. I started shaking. Panicking. I knew all of the things that I'd put in that box, and I was turned on by all of them. I was craving all of them. But I also knew that they would all hurt me. And I had never experienced that before. And I didn't know which he had.  

"Don't move," he whispered in my ear, and quickly bit my earlobe before moving away. He backed away slightly, and pressed his hand on my upper back, flattening me completely. I knew what was coming. But before I had time to think about it .... CRACK. The whip snapped through the air, and hit my back in a perfect diagonal. Or at least what I would see to be a perfect diagonal when inspecting it later. 




Take What You Want From Me Ch. 02



All I could feel was heat and pain coursing through my body. I wasn't sure if I was screaming, or crying, or moving, or anything. I wasn't even sure if I was alive. All I could feel was the pain. And then suddenly it started to fade slightly, only to be replaced by an even more intense pleasure. He didn't stop. Before I could come down from the high of the pleasure, he whipped me again. The mixture of the pleasure from the first strike, and the pain from the second, and all of this combined was just too much. I was just too close to the edge. And we'd barely even started. "Oh, please, Master."

"What do you want?" he asked, quickly striking me again. He was surprisingly good at this. Which, had I been in the state of mind to think about, I would have seriously questioned. But right now I was just so high on pleasure that it didn't matter. 

"More. Please. Just more." I didn't know what I was asking more of. I just wanted more of everything. Of the agony. Of the fire. Of the sting. Of him. Of all of it. 

I couldn't even feel the pain anymore. Each time he dealt out another lash, all I could feel was the pleasure. I was vaguely aware of him telling me that it was okay to come. But I wasn't exactly sure if that's what he was saying. My entire body was pounding with pleasure so sweet, but impossible to handle.

I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew, I was lying on top of our bed, Brad was gone, and the water in the bathroom was running. Wow. That was... something. I didn't have to wonder what had happened for long though, because my husband walked back into our room, with a huge smile on his face, holding a bottle of water, which he tossed to me. 

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. You came all over the table. Fuck, Nicole, you must have had at least four or five orgasms. I'm hard as granite. I'm running a bath since your back is probably going to hurt," he paused, just to give me a toothy smile, "so lay down, and I'll call you when it's ready".

After soaking in the bath for a fabulous forty five minutes or so, I walked out of the bathroom, surprised to see the box closed an end table in the room. I looked at Brad, who was laying on the bed, questionably, "We're done?" My face dropped. Maybe this had just been a onetime thing. He'd indulged me, and now it was over. Maybe he really was grossed out by it.  

But he just shook his head and laughed, and patted the side of the bed next to him. "Oh, sweet girl, we're just getting started. But I don't want to wreck you right away. We'll bring it all with us on vacation tomorrow, okay? For now, just let me make love to you as Brad and Nicole, alright?"

He never failed to get to me. All I could do was nod. What was I supposed to say to that? I smiled softly, and climbed into the bed next to him, and pressed a kiss against his right temple. "I love you, so much," I whispered to him.

He rolled over so he was on top of me, supporting his weight with his arms. I pressed my palms against his strong, bare chest, and sighed softly. We didn't need to say anything. There were no words. He pulled back from me, and positioned himself at my opening, and started to push forward, sinking into my hot wetness only a few inches. He was huge. It always took at least two or three times for me to take all of him. He pulled out entirely, and ran the tip of his penis along the lips of my vagina, making us both groan.

 I was soaked, to the point of dripping, and he continued to use the head to dip into my juices and spread them all over. It was only when I dug my fingernails into his chest that he pushed into me again, and this time I wouldn't let him stop. I intertwined my legs around his hips, and helped to push him down into me. I gasped, and tears sprung into my eyes as he reached the hilt, and he stretched me entirely. I was tight, and could barely accommodate him. We lay unmoving as I tried to adjust to his size, and to get a bit more comfortable. He smiled down at me, our eyes locking. "Who knew my wifey was such a little slut?" He asked, and proceeded to shift his hips, practically making my eyes roll back into my head. "We've been together for all this time, and here I thought you were this pristine little thing. And  all along you were a slut inside." 

At that I groaned, not out of shame, or anger, but out of sheer desire. It was me that moved this time, and I gave him a brief, tight nod, signaling him that I was okay. He was free to move as he pleased. With that he withdrew from me entirely, and then drove into me hard. Without breaking eye contact with me, he slammed into me, again and again, going deeper than I thought possible. I never knew it was possible to be this connected to another person. In all the years that we'd been together, this was the first time that I'd felt this close to him. We were one tonight, because I had entrusted myself with him. 

The only sounds that filled the room were those of my screams, and his grunts. And the slaps of flesh against flesh. As we both neared climax, I looked at him for approval, unsure if we were still playing in these "Master/sub" roles. He leaned down to passionately kiss me, and drove into me deep one last time, all the while reaching down between our bodies to massage my clit, and I knew that it was okay to let go. At the same time, we went flying into darkness: him, practically roaring and filling me to entirety with his hot, creamy cum. And me, shaking and screaming, clenching around him like I was terrified I would lose him, and digging my nails into his back hard enough to draw blood. 

However many minutes later (neither of us knew), we both collapsed; him onto the bed, and me onto his chest. He ran his hand down my naked back softly, and simply said, "Just wait for tomorrow".

to be continued...



Take What You Want From Me Ch. 03



My name is Hayley, and this is my first time ever writing erotica, so please be gentle with me! But please, please, PLEASE leave comments/constructive criticism!! This is the third chapter in a series, and I suggest that you read the first and second chapters; otherwise this may not make a ton of sense! Thank you so much for your wonderful comments; you're making me so happy, and making it so much more fun to continue writing this!!! 

A bit of a caveat, though, I want to keep this story realistic. So although Brad and Nicole reconciled in the last chapter, their relationship problems are not over. Let's remember that they were barely talking for months. That doesn't just go away overnight, with some kinky sex. So I hope you guys don't mind that I'm going to have this story be about a relationship, and not simply about sex. But I promise, in every chapter, you'll get at very least two really good scenes. Thanks a ton, and keep reading! 

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The Morning After

For the first time in about eight months, I woke up with a smile on my face. And another first... I rolled over, and he wasn't gone. He was actually in our room. I couldn't remember the last time that that had happened. How sad was that? "Mmm... Morning..." I mewed, smiling up at him lazily. 

"Morning, sweet girl," he replied with a grin, not bothering to turn around. I could hear a smile in his voice, and I giggled like a teenager in love. This is what marriage was supposed to be like. I propped myself up on one elbow, and grimaced as I felt the remnants of pain from last night's activities wash over me. It was so worth it though. 

"What're you doing?" I asked, confused as to why he wouldn't turn around. He just put his hand up and waved me off, and said, "There's coffee and muffins in the kitchen. Car's coming in an hour, you should get dressed."

I didn't say anything, completely lost. Car? What? I just shook my head, trying to put the pieces of everything back together. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, and quickly walked across the room to grab my robe. And then I saw the suitcases. Oh! That's right. The Bahamas. The trip he'd planned. He must have packed while I was sleeping. Man, he really wore me out; normally I wasn't such a heavy sleeper.

"Ha!" He exclaimed, laughing to himself as he finally turned around, holding something in his hands. He kicked the drawers of the normally unused armoire closed, and threw me a wicked smile. "Shower. Then put these on. You have to wear them today", he said, shoving a pair of panties into my hands. I looked up at him, confused. He just stood there, grinning like an idiot, until I figured out what I was holding. 

The remote control vibrating panties that one of my girlfriends had gotten me as a gag gift for my bachelorette party. I didn't even know I'd kept them. We never used any of that stuff, it was much too wild. But apparently not anymore. My mouth dropped open, and I punched his broad chest, but he simply laughed and shrugged. "Asshole," I muttered, throwing the panties on the bed, as I walked into the bathroom, shedding the robe along the way.

I stepped into the bathroom, and turned to look at my naked back in the mirror, to examine the damage. The welts from the whip were red and nasty, and covered almost every inch of my back, in beautiful diamond designs. A shiver ran through me, and heat rushed to my core, and I couldn't help but smile. It was wrong to be so turned on by something like this. Something that was so clearly taboo. But just looking at what he'd done to me last night, something that I hoped was really just the beginning, as he'd said, really made me hot. I sighed softly to myself, excited for what was to come, but almost resentful that we had to leave the apartment today, even if it was to go to a beautiful Caribbean island. 

I got into the shower, turned it on, and let the hot water rain down onto me, and relished in the pain that it brought. The scalding water over the marks on my back was almost unbearable, but soothing at the same time. I was so caught up in my own world, trying to hold onto reality as I let the water wash over me, that I didn't realize that the large glass shower door had opened, and I was no longer alone.

His breath caught at the sight of the ugly marks on my back, and I whipped around at the sound, stunned for a moment. "Shit, I really hurt you," he said, looking genuinely upset. 

To that I could only shake my head, and give him a soft smile. "Oh, no. No, babe." I wrapped my arms around him, and pressed my face to his bare chest. "You didn't hurt me at all. Not even a little bit." 

I got up on my tiptoes and pulled his head down to kiss me. And that seemed to be a good enough reassurance for him, as wrapped one arm around my waist and picked me up, and then walked us backwards, and pushed me against the wall, deepening the kiss.

I moaned against his mouth, and he stopped for a moment, and pulled back, looked into my eyes, and smiled. To that I simply shook my head, smiled back, and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him back into me. He was a domineering man, and always had been, which was part of the reason that I fell for him. He immediately took charge of the kiss, and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. His body grinded up against mine, and I groaned, loving the contrast of my overall feminine softness, to his hardness. We were each other's perfect complements. 

He pulled back from my mouth and I couldn't stop the moan that followed, as I reached out one of my hands, trying to pull him back to me. His kisses were addictive. They were like a good, aged whiskey to an alcoholic. Not only irresistible, but also something to be treasured. He slid down my body, kissing and nipping at me along the way, making me giggle. He finally sunk to his knees, reaching where he wanted to be. He tapped my thigh, signaling that I move my legs apart. I sucked in my breath, and parted my legs slightly. He rolled his eyes, and looked up at me. "If you're not going to cooperate, I'm going to be mean. Turn around. Hands against the wall. Legs farther apart."

I smiled, and bit down on my lip hard, then slowly turned to face the wall of the shower, and followed his directions. "Good girl," he murmured, and began kissing up my inner thighs. I moaned, and my knees immediately buckled. He stopped, and put his hands on my hips. "I've got you, sweet girl." And then he went back to a place that I'd craved to have him for so, so long. 

If there was one thing that my husband was great at, it was teasing me. He nuzzled his face against the inside of my thighs, and pressed little kisses just a few inches away from where I wanted him. I wiggled my hips slightly, and he responded immediately by smacking my bottom. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. Memo received. I wasn't to interfere. But luckily he got my message of impatience as well. 

I whimpered as he slowly ran his tongue along the length of the lips of my labia. He moved slowly, just teasing, tasting. He took lazy sweeps of my entire vagina at first, as if reacquainting himself with it after months of neglect. I moaned, loving the feeling of his hot mouth on me. He finally fixated on my clit, and pressed a kiss straight onto it. I threw my head back in ecstasy as his tongue wrapped around it, suckling at me. My juices were running down my legs, despite his best efforts to lap up as much as he could. He moved from my clit, and pressed his tongue into me, and I screamed out, as he began to expertly make love to me with his mouth. He was eating at me quickly now, as I neared climax. I was panting loudly, and gripping his hair, pushing him further into me. His tongue was as far into me as it would go, and he was using his thumb to make circles on my clit. As my walls started to convulse around him, and my juices began to spill out onto his tongue, he drank me all up. I came hard, shaking throughout my entire body, and screaming his name loudly. While my orgasm began to wind down, he lazily licked my pussy a few more times, making me shiver in aftershocks, and then he raised himself to his feet again, a satisfied smirk on his face. 

My pussy was still fluttering with post orgasmic bliss, and my eyes were hooded, as I turned around and looked up at him, and whispered, "Do you want me to...?" I gestured downward, to his raging hard on. 

Turnabout was fair play, after all. But to my surprise, he shook his head. "Later. We don't have time now." He grabbed my right leg, and lifted it to rest against his hip, and he pushed me against the wall again. "This is going to be hard and fast. Deal?" 

I nodded at him, and reached down between us to wrap my small hand around his massive cock, and positioned him at my opening. He slowly pushed into me, and we moaned together as he got about halfway in. He pulled out, and true to his word about this having to be fast and hard, he drove into me as hard as he could, managing to get all the way to the hilt on the second attempt. Balls deep within me, I could feel him pulsing inside of me, and tears sprung to my eyes. It felt like he was going to rip me in half. But we didn't have much time. I took a shaky breath, and wrapped my other leg around him, so that I was completely off the ground, and he began to pound into me. 

"Rub your clit" he growled in my ear, before leaning down and biting my neck. I reached in between us, and found the little button that brought me so much pleasure, and rubbed it furiously, as he continued to drive into me, deeper and deeper. As we both neared climax, I clawed at his back, and forced my eyes open to look at him. "Come for me, Nikki," he said, his voice tight. 

With that I let go, and spiraled into an abyss of black, and bright color, all at the same time I felt like I was flying as I quivered around him, and I shoved my heels as hard into his ass as I could in order to get him even deeper into me when he came. Feeling him fill me up with his hot cream was enough to spiral me into another orgasm, and I bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out so loudly someone would be likely to alert the police. 

Once we both came down from our highs he lowered me slowly, and kissed my forehead, then proceeded to pull me into a tight hug. "I missed you," he whispered into my wet hair, and ran his hand gently up and down my marked back. 

"I've been here all along," I whispered into his chest, and squeezed him tighter. We had so much catching up to do. And we still had so much left to overcome. 

The Airport

Waiting in the security line at Los Angeles International Airport was always a nightmare, but today it seemed to be particularly bad. It was as if everyone had chosen this particular Friday to fly somewhere. I was racking my brain, trying to think if it was a school holiday or something, but I couldn't figure out anything. But regardless of the reason, we'd been in line for forty five minutes already, and were still a long way from the front. Luckily Brad flew enough to know that this was the norm, so we'd gotten here extra early. 

Making it especially torturous however was the fact that my husband had suddenly turned into a horny fifteen year old with a new toy. I don't know why I had agreed to put these panties on in the first place. For the past forty five minutes, every five minutes or so, he would push the little button that created such wonderful vibrations on such a sweet spot. But he would only leave it on for about thirty seconds, and then would turn it off, acting as though nothing was happening. 

By now I was literally in pain. My entire body ached, I was coiled so tightly. Everything inside of me was begging for release. This was just utter torture, it was so -- OH... oh, and he turned it on again. I grabbed his shoulder, and dug my fingernails into his arm; I wasn't able to support myself at his point. "I'm going to kill you," I bit out, following the last word with a moan that got a few people to turn around.

But all he could do was laugh, as he wrapped one of his arms around my waist, and turned off the buzzing. "Don't you threaten me, Mrs. Davis. Especially not in an airport. I'll tell TSA that you're a stranger. That you threatened my life. That you're a terrorist." 

I glared at him, trying with all of my might not to laugh. "Oh, you wouldn't dare." I challenged him, raising my eyebrows. I was still holding onto him; my legs were useless at this point. 

"Don't tempt me," he said, laughing, "I'll tell them that you're carrying all kinds of weapons. And that they should probably search you. And wow, that would be embarrassing for you, when they found out what you were wearing under that little sundress of yours." 

"Yeah. That would really suck. But then maybe I'd get one of them to help me get off, since you obviously won't. Jackass" I stuck my tongue out at him, and mockingly threw him a glare.

At that he pressed the little button that I'd grown to hate so much, and stared me down. "You're right; I wouldn't want to make it that easy for you. This is more fun." He smirked, and let go of me, making me almost collapse. I grabbed hold of one of the things holding up the dividers between the lines, and got a few looks from those around me. I gave them apologetic looks, and tried my best to get myself together. Yet he still didn't turn it off. I was going to come right there if he didn't turn it off soon. "Brad, stop," I whispered tightly.

"Who?" he asked innocently, and then proceeded to turn around to laugh at another man's comment about how long the wait had been so far. I whimpered, and moved closer to him, and grabbed his arm tightly. "Excuse me, sir," I said, trying to be as polite as possible to the man that he was talking to.

I turned Brad around to face me, and dug my fingernails into his arm, and I could have sworn that for a moment my eyes rolled back into my head. In the distance, it sounded like a woman was asking if I was alright. I nodded slightly, and waved her off. I squeezed his arm tighter, and forced myself to find my voice. "M-Ma," I moaned, interrupting myself. I had to get him to turn this off now. "Master... please, turn it off," I managed to bite out.

And with that, the vibrations stopped. I slumped up against him, my breathing heavy. I was so close to the edge, so tempted to beg him to bend me over and fuck me right there, and to allow me to orgasm. But at the same time, I was so pissed at him for pulling this crap in public, and especially making me call him 'Master' in this setting. And most of all, I was angry at myself, for getting so into it. This was so humiliating. And so hot.

The Airplane

After what seemed like an eternity in line at security, an hour delay at the gate, and some crummy airport food that had made me somewhat queasy, we were finally in the air. The flight was a long one, almost six hours, but hopefully it wouldn't be too boring. We'd been flying for almost an hour already, during which time Brad had been nice enough to leave the little device in my panties off. But I knew better than to get too comfortable with that.

And sure enough, when one of the flight attendants started coming down the aisle with the beverage cart, he flipped it on again, at the highest setting. I squirmed in my seat, and grabbed his hand tightly. He laughed softly, and gave my hand a quick squeeze. He was going to leave it on. I didn't know why, but he was planning something, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Heat rushed over my entire body, and butterflies filled my stomach. I was so terrified, yet so excited at the same time. This was so different, our relationship now. It was thrilling. It was dangerous. It was insanely erotic.

The flight attendant approached us, and gave us both a mild-mannered smile. "Can I offer either of you a mimosa?" Oh, the joys of flying first class in the morning. 

I opened my mouth to respond, and no sound came out. I was too caught up in the waves of pleasure soaring through me to answer. Instead, I just groaned slightly. "Ma'am?" the flight attendant asked, giving me a strange look. 

Brad just gave her a kind smile, and took two glasses from her tray. "You'll have to excuse my wife. She's not feeling too well this morning." The flight attendant nodded, clearly not believing him that it was that simple, but not wanting to get involved, she moved along. 

He handed me one of the glasses, then clinked his to mine, and kissed my forehead, looking towards the front of the plane. I quickly downed the liquid in the glass, barely tasting the delicious mix of citrus and champagne as it slid down my throat. I could barely think at this point, let alone focus on taste. I couldn't take more of this. I hoped to God that he had an end in mind. 

"Go to the bathroom. Strip. Wait for me. Do not make yourself come. Understood?"

His hot breath tickled my ear, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the words fall out of his mouth. But at the moment, nothing sounded more appealing than what he had just suggested. All I could do was nod, completely dumfounded. I went to unbuckle my seatbelt, but couldn't because my hands were shaking so violently. After a few tries, he let out one of those throaty laughs that I loved so much, and unclasped the belt for me. I stood up, my legs were horribly wobbly, and I started towards the bathroom. 

I swear that I could feel people staring at me. And why wouldn't they? I was walking like I was drunk. I had to stop every few seconds to catch my breath. And the look on my face, between bliss and complete torture, must have confused some. But finally I made it to the tiny airplane bathroom stall, and slammed the door shut behind me. I quickly peeled the soaked, still vibrating panties off of my body, and immediately felt a sense of relief to have the pressure off of my clit.

Following the rest of my husband's instructions to strip were incredibly easy, given that my entire body felt like it had been lit on fire. My skin was tight over my body, and I felt swollen everywhere. Looking in the mirror, I looked like a crazy person. My eyes were wild, my face was flushed, and my breathing was out of control. A knock on the door startled me, but I quickly recovered and unlocked the door. 

"Damnit, Nik, you should have at least asked who was there or something," Brad said with a teasing voice, letting himself into the cramped bathroom. "I could have been a random stranger."

He locked the door behind him, and pressed his back against it, and then just stopped and stared at me. He had this power of giving me these looks that made it feel like the world had stopped. It was like it was just the two of us, and nothing else was in existence. Not even that nothing else mattered. When he looked at me like this, it was as if there was literally nothing else in the world, except for me, him, and that moment. 

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, Nicole," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes clouding over with lust. "I'm so sorry, Nikki. For everything."

To that I could only shake my head. I wouldn't allow him to spoil this by making me cry. We could talk later. Right now, I really, really needed him to fuck me. I'd never been the needy, ohmygod-I'm-sooo-horny type, but after what he'd been doing to me all day, everything that I had previously been had pretty much flown out the window. "Not now. Just... please. This. Let's concentrate on this now. You owe me that much."

He didn't respond, and for a moment I was worried that I'd hurt his feelings or something. After all, he wasn't a guy to want to acknowledge problems or whatever, and now that he finally was, I had just shut him down. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk about our issues. It just wasn't he time or place. But my worries were short lived, as he quickly grasped my waist, and lifted me onto the counter. I bumped my head on the shallow ceiling, and giggled. This was going to be difficult; there was literally no room in here. 




Take What You Want From Me Ch. 03



My ass was only half on the counter, and I was insanely uncomfortable, but I didn't care. One wrong move would turn on the faucet, and another would get me another bump on the head. But again, I didn't give a shit at this point. I reached out to him, and quickly unbuckled his belt, and then in one quick motion, shoved his jeans and boxers down. Not surprisingly, he was already rock hard. I grabbed his cock in one hand, and shifted my hips towards him. "Fuck me."

"Say please," he growled into my ear, before biting my earlobe. His eyes pierced into mine, challenging me. 

I am a proud woman, and I always have been. But I would beg him right now. If he wanted me to get on my knees and beg, I would. "Please, Master. Please, fill me with your huge cock and allow me to come all over you."

Yeah, I could play games right back. He grabbed the back of my head and captured my mouth in a violently passionate kiss, moaning into my mouth as he did so. Our tongues tangled together, as if both of us were trying to get deeper than the other. He pulled back slightly, just enough to bite my bottom lip. I broke the kiss off at that. I couldn't take any more. "Now. I need you inside of me. Right now."

To that he gladly complied, and aligned his huge cock with my opening, and began to slowly push into me. "Hard." I whispered. "Hurt me. I don't fucking care."

He didn't need much more encouragement. He grabbed my right leg, and spread me farther apart. He took a deep breath, locked his eyes with mine and in one fluid motion drove into me completely. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from screaming, and soon tasted blood. The pain was excruciating; I felt like I had been ripped open completely. I was too tight. He was too big. But he started moving right away, not allowing me a moment to dwell on the pain that had overtaken my entire body. 

It was too fast. It was all happening too fast. Heat was rushing through my body at lightning fast speed, to the point where I couldn't control it. Never before had it been like this. We took our time. I wasn't equipped to handle it like this. 

He tilted me upwards slightly, and I whimpered as he drove pulled out half way, and then slammed into me again, slamming me into the counter. It was like he was trying to drive himself right through me. "I-I-I I'm going to come, sweetness. Come with me." 

I couldn't comprehend his words. If you asked me later to repeat back what he'd been saying, I wouldn't have been able to recall him talking at all. With a few more strokes, in, and out of my sweet heat, we both reached the top together. He clamped his hand over my mouth, muffling my failed attempts not to scream.

We were both shocked back into reality all too quickly, however, when a loud pounding on the door came from the other side. "OPEN THIS DOOR IMMEDIATELY. IMMEDIATELY!" 

We stared at each other in shock, completely frozen, like two teenagers who had been caught having sex in a parent's bedroom. "Oh shit!" he spat out, and glared at me as I broke into a fit of giggles. "Shh! Nik! We're going to get in trouble!" he hissed at me. His voice was harsh and punishing, but he had one of the biggest smiles on his face that I'd ever seen. 

Lucky for him, he'd only taken his pants down to his ankles, and his shirt was easy to put back on. God, when did we even take his shirt off? He pushed me behind him as I struggled back into my bra and sundress, and opened the door to an insanely angry woman standing outside.

"This is not a motel!" she hissed at him, her face bright red, and her hands shaking. This was clearly the most excitement that this woman was ever going to get in her flying career. 

But being the brilliant man that he is, my husband is pretty quick on his feet. "Excuse me?! My wife is pregnant, and has been throwing up in here for the past ten minutes! And when I come in to help her we get accused of," he lowered his voice, and glared at her, "having sex?!" he shook his head angrily, "Ma'am, you are a sick individual with a dirty mind! I will be contacting your superiors when this plane lands."

With that, he slammed the door shut behind him, and locked it again. Trying not to laugh loudly, I fell into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head. I could feel his body shaking with silent laughter, and I squeezed him tighter, wanting to savor this moment forever. He never laughed anymore. I missed his laugh. I missed this joking around behavior. This kind of stunt was something that was so 'us', before this past year. 

"We'd better go back out. God, the whole plane is probably waiting for us." My face was red with embarrassment that I was sure would take days to go away. He nodded, let go of me, and unlocked the door. We stepped out, calmly walked back to our seats, and I did my best to ignore the stares of those around us. 

Bitch Flight Attendant walked down the aisle, and my stomach dropped. Was she coming to tell us that we were going to be arrested for public indecency when we landed? Had she figured out that Brad was clearly lying? My fears subsided almost immediately though, when I saw that she had a bottle of water and some packets of crackers in her hands. "I'm so sorry. So, sorry. This helped when I had bad morning sickness," she mumbled, and didn't look at Brad at all.

I had to give the poor woman credit for coming over. It looked like he'd really scared the shit out of her. I simply nodded politely and gave her a small smile, and took what she was offering. 

For the next half hour or so, we both read books that we'd individually brought along (his a mystery novel and mine a trashy romance), and every so often would look over at the other just to smile. It was nice, having us like this again. I wasn't sure that it would last, but it was good for the time being to be at peace with him. 

My head was lying on his shoulder, and we were both completely engrossed in our books, and we neither of us even noticed the woman walk down the aisle to us. She successfully managed to get both of our attention however, when she loudly cleared her throat. We both looked up at her, and simultaneously gasped. She was holding, with a Kleenex, my trashed panties. She threw them down onto Brad's lap, gave us both a look that could have stopped our hearts, and then turned her heel and stomped away.

A man across the aisle leaned over and offered Brad a high-five, which my husband (very smartly) declined. A few others around us pointed and spoke in not so hushed whispers. All I could do was put my head down into my hands in shame. I hadn't even thought to put the panties back on. They were so soaked from my wearing them before, so I obviously had just went without panties. I hadn't even thought about the fact that I left those behind. Oh God. This was so humiliating. We sat in stunned silence for a few moments, shocked at what had just happened, and then he let out a loud laugh. I quickly lifted my head and smacked his stomach with the back of my hand, but once he'd started, he couldn't stop. He shook his head and mouthed 'sorry', and just continued to laugh.

Soon we had the few seats around us laughing, and by that point, I just couldn't find it in myself to be upset anymore. I didn't know these people. I would never see them again. And if the situation had happened to someone else, I would be cracking up. I laughed softly, as if testing out what it would be like to laugh at the situation. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pulled me as close to him as possible, and I broke into a full laugh. Only us. Of course, the first time we ever did something adventurous, we got caught. This would only happen to us. I tilted my head back, and laughed along with everyone. That was all we could do. 

The Bahamas -- Day One 

The rest of the plane ride had been relatively boring compared to the first three and a half hours. After the flight attendant had stormed back to tell us all to shut up, we'd made friends with another couple sitting across the aisle from us, who had been laughing along with us. They were just married, both twenty eight year old accountants from Santa Barbara. They were nice enough, and managed to keep us entertained for the remaining two and a half hours. 

It was decently awkward when they'd asked us what our 'secret' was to having such a happy marriage after a year, considering ours was far from that. But Brad just bullshitted some answer about having lots of sex and communication. Neither of which we were doing. We didn't really talk much to each other directly after that. 

But the hotel was amazing. The views were breathtaking enough to clear both of our minds, and forget all of the awkwardness that had fallen between us once again. We had our issues to work on, but not here. This place was just too damn beautiful to ruin with our stupid problems. 

He'd gotten a villa, complete with a full living room, master bedroom and bathroom, a patio with a gigantic Jacuzzi (oh yum, we'd have fun with that later), a kitchen, and access to a private part of the beach. It was simply indescribable. I was so, so lucky to have someone like him who would treat me to something like this. Even if it was a total guilt gift. 

"So," he said, his loud voice interrupting my thoughts, "hungry? Tired? Hot for me again? Apparently I married some insatiable chick. And I didn't even know it. If I would I probably would have been home more."

My smile faded and I flinched at that. Which he clearly noticed as he walked up behind me, onto the patio, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his chest into my back. He rested his chin on the top of my head (Jesus, he was tall. I didn't think about it usually. Holy shit, what a reminder), "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." he trailed off. He didn't need to say it. 

I didn't respond, I didn't nod, and I didn't do anything. After a few moments of silence, I forced myself to find my voice, and spoke up quietly, "Can we just enjoy this week? And deal with the other stuff when we get back? Please?"

I felt his chin bump the top of my head a few times and I smiled, and turned myself around in his arms. "You're hurting my head. Don't nod on me," I whined jokingly, and winked at him. 

He ignored me, and looked down, staring into my big eyes with an amused look in his, "I brought your presents along. Wanna unpack?" 

He didn't wait for a response; he simply threw me over his shoulder in one quick movement, and started inside. He made a quick stop in the bedroom and threw me onto the bed as if I was as light as a rag doll, and then walked out without a word to me. Was I supposed to undress? Position myself in some way? What were we going to do? There were so many things in that box...?

Luckily I didn't have to wonder long, because he was back almost as soon as he'd left, and was spinning a pair of handcuffs on his index finger of his right hand. There was no smile on his face now -- he looked deathly serious. I shivered in anticipation and heat rushed through me. I made eye contact with him and felt my heart stop for a moment. He scared me. When we were like this, he literally scared me. But I hadn't decided if that was good or bad yet. 

Obviously he wasn't going to hurt me. I had asked him to do this. And I was ridiculously into it. But it scared me as to how intense he was looking. Like he could get me to do whatever he wanted. I really had no idea what I had gotten myself into when I gave him that note last night. 

"C'mere," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. 

I crawled to the edge of the bed, and sat back on my heels, and looked up at him. "Arms up". To that I happily complied.

He pulled me up slightly so that I wasn't sitting on my dress, and he lifted the material over my head, leaving me only in a flimsy white lace bra. I could practically feel the heat of his gaze as he stared at me appreciatively, and I couldn't help but let a small smile sneak past my lips. 

He reached back around me, and quickly unhooked my bra, and tossed it onto the ground where my dress lay. He made a noise that sounded almost like a growl, and then suddenly leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, and scraped his teeth against it the tip and I moaned loudly, and threw my head back. One of his hands went to my other breast and massaged it, causing me to press my chest further towards him.

He must have realized what he was doing however, because with one final pull on my rosy pink nipple, he pulled back completely and shook his head, as if trying to calm himself down. He took a few deep breaths, and finally said, "Back against the headboard."

I scooted backwards quickly, and pressed my back against the cold silver twists that weaved throughout the headboard. Out of instinct (that I didn't know that I had), I put my hand up to the headboard, and he just laughed. He quickly came over and fastened one of my wrists to the headboard, and smiled down at me. "I'm going to go get the other set. And something else. Don't move," he stopped and laughed. "Not that you could. Be right back."

With that he left the room, chuckling to himself along the way. I could only shake my head. Oh goodness. Suddenly the room was filled with a loud ringing, and I nearly leapt out of my skin. I frantically looked around, trying to see if it was maybe a fire alarm or something?

But then I saw a light flashing in my purse, and I laughed. Brad's phone. His blackberry that I'd 'taken away'. I'd brought it with us, just because it was important for him to have that nearby. Just in case. But who would be calling him? He should have had all calls forwarded to his office?

I stretched myself as far as I could and managed to reach my bag, and pulled the phone out of it. T.D, the caller i.d. read. Well that was strange. "Hello?" I answered, curious to see who the person with the mysterious initials was. 

To my shock, I got a high pitched, "Hello?! Who the hell is this?!" 

I pulled the phone away from my ear in surprise, not only from the woman on the other end yelling, but just the nature of the phone conversation at all. I took a moment to gather myself, cleared my throat, and then pressed the phone back against my ear, "This is Nicole. Brad's wife. May I ask who this is?"

The phone was silent for a few moments, and then I heard the five words that shattered my heart to an unrecognizable mess, "...This is Tessa. Brad's girlfriend."

to be continued...

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author's note: I'm not super fond of this chapter. Which means that I want a ton of feedback from all of you. Like I said, I'm new at this, so your comments really help me out. So please either comment here or send me feedback through the 'contact' section of my profile. Another thing! I'm going on spring break tomorrow (3/12) to Cabo! I'll be gone for a week. So unfortunately that means that there won't be another chapter up until probably around 3/22ish? Super sorry! But I promise chapter 4 will be awesome to make up for my absence! Thanks for reading! 



Take What You Want From Me Ch. 04



Hi guys, hopefully you've read the first three chapters so you know that I'm Hayley, this is my first time writing erotica, so we're being gentle on me, blah blah blah. I absolutely adore your comments, so please keep them coming!!! I soooo apologize for the delay in this post, unfortunately over my spring break my grandmother had a stroke and passed away. That combined with college and finals and everything has just made life super hectic/difficult, so writing has kind of been the last thing on my mind. Hopefully I haven't lost you as readers!! And I hope that you'll like this chapter!! Thank you so much for all of your support, I love you all! Thanks for reading! 

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The Bahamas -- Day One, Part Two

"...This is Tessa, Brad's girlfriend." My heart stopped. A feeling of pure sickness washed over my entire body, and I started shaking. I fumbled with the phone, almost dropping it, and I hit the little red phone picture button to end the call as hard as I could, as if I could erase what I had just heard. My breathing was labored, to the point of being near hyperventilating. My eyes burned, but I couldn't cry. It was as if I was so shocked that tears just refused to come, to accept the situation. 

Brad walked back into the room, holding the other pair of handcuffs, a candle and the nipple clamps, and it was like my body took on a mind of its own. With all the strength that I had within my small body, I shoved myself up (slightly difficult, considering one of my hands was handcuffed to the headboard) and hurled the phone at him as hard as I could. I screamed, no words, just a loud screech because I didn't know what to say. 

With quick reflexes from playing football in high school and college, he was able to just narrowly miss the phone, and it hit the wall behind him and shattered into what looked like a million pieces. His eyes grew large, and he just stared at me in utter horror before throwing the handcuffs, the clamps, the candle and the lighter to the ground beside him. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" His voice came out in a roar, a pitch that I'd never heard before. Had I been in my right mind I probably would have been terrified, but right now I was so angry that I couldn't even think straight. 

"CLEARLY A LOT OF THINGS, BECAUSE YOU DECIDED YOU NEEDED SOME LITTLE TART ON THE SIDE TO KEEP YOU ENTERTAINED WHILE I WAS AT HOME CRYING OVER OUR FAILING MARRIAGE!!!" I screamed right back at him, my voice high and hysterical. 

His eyes lowered with a flicker of recognition, and his voice dropped. "Who was on the phone, Nicole?"

"Your 'girlfriend' Tessa," I sneered with as much venom in my voice as I could muster. 

All the bastard could do was nod. The room was still while he stood at the foot of the bed in silence for a few long moments, his eyes glowering down on me. It was only then that I realized where I actually was -- naked, handcuffed to a bed, with absolutely no where to go. And it wasn't like I'd bought some flimsy handcuffs. No, the store that I'd gone to sold law enforcement strength handcuffs. Like the ones the police used. There was no wiggling my way out of these. If he wanted to keep me here, he was more than able to. And we weren't even connected to the main hotel. I was stuck. "Unlock me. Let me up." My voice was cold, almost unrecognizable, even to me. 

He just shook his head, and stayed silent for a few more moments. He was going to have to say something. This was so uncomfortable. Hell, I'd much rather us be having an all-out screaming match than this. "No, I'm not going to uncuff you. We're going to talk about this. It's not what you think though."

The nerve! Who the hell did he think he was, to keep me prisoner like this?! The second he finally let me up I was so filing for divorce. This shit was ridiculous. He couldn't do this to me!! This was most definitely some form of kidnapping, right?! Definitely against the law. He was a prominent lawyer. I wonder how much press coverage I could get if I got him arrested. I was going to take him down so hard.

"GOD DAMN IT BRAD, LET ME UP!" I screeched. Okay yes, I got slightly scary-high pitched with I was upset. 

He leaned down to the ground to the other set of handcuffs, looking like he was grabbing a key for a moment. But then... oh no. He- he was grabbing the other set! What the hell?! He unlocked both wrists of the new ones, and walked over to me. "NO!" I screamed, and reached out to scratch him, or hit him, or something.

But he just grabbed my small wrist and put it up on the headboard next to the other, and before I even knew what was happening, I was cuffed by the other wrist as well. Fabulous. Now he had me doubly restrained. 

"Nicole, we are going to talk about this." He paused, and was silent for a moment. The only sound that filled the room was the slight clink-clink-clink of the handcuffs hitting the headboard, as my entire body was shaking, out of rage. "I know that if I were to let you up, that would be it. So we're going to talk about this until it's resolved. Understood?"

I closed my eyes, and tears ran down my cheeks. I said nothing. He was technically right. The second that he let me up I was out of here. "Fuck you," I whispered.

I could practically feel his smirk as the bed dipped and he sat down next to me. "Such vulgar words from such a pristine little girl. What would your mother say?"

"Shut the fuck up Brad. You don't get to make jokes. Uncuff me. Please." I choked out a sob, and forced my eyes open to look at him. I focused all my energy into what I hoped was a hateful stare, but I knew that it wasn't coming across as strongly as I wanted. I loved the man, that wasn't going to change within five minutes, no matter what the circumstance. But my heart was broken, and I knew that was in my eyes. He had to see that. 

At least, if he did notice my hurt, he didn't acknowledge it. That was always our problem in our marriage. He'd close himself off like this. He'd take the offensive, like I was some other player on the other football team. Someone he had to defeat by becoming ultra-cold. He'd resort to sarcasm, mean little comments, and would undercut me. I could practically feel our problematic marriage bubbling to the surface again. It hadn't even been a full 24 hours. 

His deep voice, the scary one that he used when we were fighting, or when he was doing lawyer things, interrupted my thoughts. "The woman who called you was Tessa Dallas. She's an intern at the firm. She started a few months ago. She is not my girlfriend."

I just stared up at him. What else could I do at this point?

"I've had drinks with her a few times." His voice grew softer, quieter as he went on, and his eyes left mine in shame. That was something that I rarely saw. I could feel bitterness rise in my throat, and for a moment I was sure that I was going to vomit.

"Did you fuck her?" my voice sounded distorted, like it wasn't me asking the question. It couldn't be. 

He quickly shook his head, but remained silent. 

"You did something with her though. Oh my God. You're disgusting." I could barely choke out the words. 

"It was a kiss. Once. Nothing more, Nicole. Certainly not enough for her to be calling herself my girlfriend. And that was the last time that I saw her..."

I couldn't breathe, and fire rushed through my veins as anger overtook me. We'd had our problems, but we'd been faithful. At least that's what I had thought. My friends had been so sure that he was cheating. Why else would he be gone so much? But I stuck to the fact that no, not my Brad. Not us. We weren't that couple. But apparently he was. He was the guy that went out and kissed random girls despite that little platinum wedding band on his finger. 

"Get. Away. From. Me." 

He simply shook his head again, and leaned towards me, and pressed a soft open mouthed kiss to my neck. I tried my best to pull away from him, but with the cuffs it was no use. I kicked my legs, thrashing around, trying to push him away from me. He just gave me a sad smile though, and used his large hands to hold down my hips, as he feathered more kisses down my neck, towards my collarbone. 

"Stop..." I whimpered, but my body was betraying me. I could feel myself arching towards him, despite all of my internal protests against it. He nipped my right collarbone softly and gave my waist a small squeeze before he pulled away from me, but only far enough to allow his lips enough room to hover about half an inch above my skin.

"Remember that one really big fight that we had, about a month ago? The one-"he paused, and I swear I could hear his voice break, "The one where you mentioned divorcing me?"

FLASHBACK -- THE FIGHT

It was his own father's birthday, and the asshole had forgotten. God, I'd looked like such a fool explaining that one. "Oh yeah, sorry your only son forgot your birthday, Mr. Davis. It seems as though work is much more important to him than you, or his mom, or me these days. Haha!" 

I stormed through the front door, and glanced at my watch as I slammed the door closed behind me -- 11:53. I'd spent the past five hours at a birthday party for Bradley's father making up awkward excuses about how he would be there in 'just fifteen more minutes'. It wasn't even as though I had been able to get in contact with him to get an ETA on where he was, or when he'd be coming. 

I really wasn't close with his family. Brad knew that. I mean, we tolerated each other fine, but his mother wasn't all that fond of me because she had always hoped that Brad would have married his high school girlfriend, Brittany. Who, coincidently, was also at the party. His dad is fine, but is just quiet, so he wasn't much of an ally to me. And Brad's sisters don't like me any more than his mother do. I'll never measure up to Britt. I've long since accepted that. But normally I can hide behind my husband during these awkward family encounters. Except for you know when he doesn't show up. 

It was just horrible. Just... sitting there. Staring at the door, hoping he'd walk through it, show up and rescue me. But of course not. And it really shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. 

But what did surprise me was to walk into the apartment and find him sprawled out on the couch, watching a TiVo'd episode of CSI: Miami with a beer. "Hey baby! Where've you been?"

I threw my purse and keys to the ground, not bothering to walk over to the little table in the hall that I normally put my stuff down on, and I could feel anger pour through my body like hot lava. "You son of a fucking bitch. How long have you been here?" 

He stood up and flipped off the TV, and stared at me, clearly confused, with one eyebrow raised. "Ummm... like two hours? I got home early; I was hoping we could have dinner together or something."

"It was your father's birthday party, you fucking moron! I've been telling you about this for weeks! And I've been calling and texting you all night!"

He pursed his lips and inhaled sharply, "Ah shit, I'm sorry Nikki. My bad. Hope you told Pop 'Happy Birthday' from me?" he paused, and gave me a half smile, "Hey, did you bring back any cake by any chance? I'm starving." 

"IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!" I exploded. I could feel my face turning red, and my voice was so loud that my body shook. Seriously, that was what he was going to say to this? 'My bad?' And then ask for cake?! I had barely seen the man in six weeks, but I'd been leaving him little post-it's all over the place for this. I'd been making sure his assistant reminded him about this party. I'd put it in all of his different calendars and organizers and phones. 

He just gave me this strange blank stare and shrugged, and looked at me almost as if I was crazy. Okay, that really set me off. 

"Goddamnit, Bradley, I haven't seen you in months! I ask you to do this one little thing, not even for me, but for your damn FATHER, and you can't even manage to do that?! Seriously?! I mean what kind of a heartless bastard are you?!" I threw my arms up and stared at him wide eyed as I walked closer towards him. 

"What are you talking about Nikki, I see you all the time..."

God, he was so daft. "No, no you don't. You see me in passing. I see the damn doorman more than you. We haven't made love in nine weeks. NINE. I haven't had a proper meal with you in almost five months. And we haven't had a conversation that wasn't some form of a fight in God knows how long! So no, you don't 'see me all the time'"

He was silent. Yes, there was no comeback to that because I was completely right. He knew that. Which was utterly heartbreaking, because I shouldn't be right about something like this. Where had our marriage gone? Where had the happy couple that we'd once been disappear to? 

"Well did you ever think that it's because you're horrible to be around?" His words, although low, and not said in an angry tone hit me like a slap in the face. "Yeah, I mean shit, Nikki, no wonder we don't spend time together, I can't stand to be around you. All you ever fucking do is scream at me and point out everything I'm doing wrong. I'm sorry that I can't be perfect like you are. I'm sorry I wasn't born with a damn crown on my head, like Miss Nicole Paisley Weston here. Princess Nicole. Little princess can do no wrong." He let out a bitter laugh and stared at me with a harsh cruelty in his eyes. 

"This is over, isn't it? Why the hell are we even trying anymore, Brad? Clearly it's a lost cause. I mean you clearly hate me so much, and right now, I'm thinking pretty much the same about you." I paused, and stared at the floor and took a shaky breath, "I'll call my lawyer in the morning and have papers drawn up. This is done Brad. I want a fucking divorce."

And with that he was gone. Before I could even look up, he had stormed out and slammed the door. I slid down the wall and started sobbing, and that's what I had remembered about that night. I never did end up making the call to the divorce lawyer, I tried, but I couldn't bring myself to dial the number. We didn't speak for a week and a half straight after that. But then we just sort of got back to normal and pretended it didn't happen. 

But apparently his night hadn't ended there. 

***

After he'd stormed out of the apartment, Brad had texted the 'hot intern', Tessa Dallas, that he had had drinks with many times before. He didn't really have all that many close guy friends since joining the firm, mainly because he was the youngest. And all of his college friends didn't live around here. But the girl was the closest to his age, her being twenty one. He asked her to meet him at 'their' bar, a little place called Lockdown. 

He drove and parked without thinking, barely pausing before he jumped out of the car to go inside, only stopping long enough to slip off his wedding ring. Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do, but he wasn't exactly in the best frame of mind at the moment. To say the least.

He walked inside the dark, smoke filled bar and smiled when he saw her sitting in a corner booth, waiting for him. Tessa was everything that Nikki wasn't. She was model thin and tall -- he figured she was probably around 5'10'' or so. And she was a blonde, with this wavy hair that somehow always looked like she had just come from the beach. Her skin was deeply tanned, and her eyes were a deep purple, a color so startling that she was often stopped on the street and asked if her eye color was 'real' or not. She was stunning. Absolutely stunning. 

But honestly, he wasn't all that 'into' her. Sure, she was hot. Anyone could see that. But he wasn't really attracted to her. Sure, maybe a little bit, but it was more that he just liked her personality. He liked that she was still in college, and that she was this upbeat sorority girl. He liked that she was like Nikki was when they were in college. Spending time with Tessa was like spending time with the woman who used to be his wife. Tessa was so much fun. She had such energy about her. So much spirit. So much passion. He could talk to her, or argue with her, for hours. 

He'd been going out to have drinks with her after work for the past few months, since she started at the firm. After all, he was done with work most nights around midnight, and it wasn't like Nikki was going to be up anyway (at least that's what he figured). So he would take Tessa out for a few hours, and just enjoy her company. She'd become one of his closest friends. His confidante. But really, there hadn't been anything sexual about their relationship. 

A bit of sexual tension, just by nature, sure, but nothing more. Until that night. He broke into a grin as he approached her. With one hand he signaled the bartender to bring him a drink (he was a regular, so he didn't need to really say what he wanted), but he kept his eyes on her. He mouthed 'Hi' to her as he got closer, but he walked slowly. 

His heartbeat slowed. He hadn't even realized it had been beating fast. It was the first time he felt calm all night. It had been such a stressful day at work, and then to come home and have his wife flip a shit on him hadn't helped. But just being near Tessa was like an instant anti-anxiety drug. Finally he approached the booth and slid in next to her. Without a word, he pulled her thin body into his, into an almost crushing hug. 

He breathed in her scent -- a mixture of vanilla and some flower (lilies?) -- and just held her. It was like he was releasing his stress into the universe, through her. Feeling her skinny arms wrap around his large body in an effort to hug him back with just as much intensity sent his heart soaring, and he just squeezed her tighter. The two sat there, embracing, for about three minutes, without a word. Neither realized when the bartender brought over his scotch, or when the song changed in the background. It was only them in the world at that moment.

When they finally pulled apart, her eyes were huge with inquiry. He had never touched her like that before, so why now? He just shook his head, and closed his eyes. He put his hand up, in a 'stop' type of motion, and quickly downed his drink. 

When he had finished, he put down the glass and his hand, and took her hands in his. He just looked at her before he shook his head in awe, and then began spilling out the entire story, of how he and Nicole had been fighting lately, about how bad their marriage really was. Sure, he'd told her that things weren't great, but he hadn't let on just how terrible things really were. And then tonight, he'd worked so hard to finish up work early enough to get home to try to catch her for dinner, but she hadn't been there. So he'd just taken the night to relax, and had caught up on CSI. Honestly, it was a complete mistake that he had forgotten his father's birthday party. It wasn't like he was this horrible, malicious man that was out to make his wife suffer through things with his family. His assistant hadn't been in that day to remind him, and he'd lost his blackberry that day. He hadn't gotten any of her texts or calls either. There were simple explanations for everything. 

No, it didn't make it okay. He understood that. But he'd apologized! So why hadn't she just forgiven him?! It was a legitimate mistake! He was just under so much stress lately... everything was just getting to him. It was like the world was crumbling down around him, and he couldn't even rely on his wife to be on his side. Hell, tonight she said that she hated him. She said that she wanted a divorce. 

He paused long enough to lean his head back against the wall, and apparently long enough for Tessa to think that he was leaning towards her, or 'making a move'. Because she certainly took that and ran with it. She pulled one hand away from his, and wrapped it around his neck, and pulled him close to her, bringing their lips together. Softly at first, as if testing what would happen, their lips just barely brushed. But before he even knew what he was doing, he had let go of her other hand, and grabbed her waist, pulling her over to him and lifted her onto his lap so that she was straddling him on the seat. He massaged the back of her neck as he pressed her head down towards his, and slipped his tongue between her open lips. 




Take What You Want From Me Ch. 04



Her mouth opened wider, and she tilted her head to the side slightly, allowing him better access, and he probed his tongue deeper. She moaned softly into his mouth, and caught his tongue with hers, massaging it lightly. Their mouths were opened as wide as possible, as if trying to get in as much as they could, as if they knew this would be their only chance. Her fingers massaged his scalp, and tugged his short hair slightly as she tried desperately to suck him into an even deeper kiss. After what seemed like an eternity, but at the same time not nearly long enough, he regained some sense of self control, and started to pull back. 

She mewed softly, and shook her head, and reached her hand in between their bodies, and traced the outline of his hard member through his jeans. THAT certainly snapped him back into reality. "No, no, oh my God. Oh no." He pushed her off him, practically throwing her to the ground as he jumped out of the booth. 

Oh, what had he done? He didn't even bother to say goodbye to her as he rushed out of the bar. Tears rushed into his eyes, and his skin prickled. What had he done? What had he done? He had possibly destroyed so much. Oh God, Nicole could never find out about this. No, she couldn't. No, because it didn't mean anything. No, of course not. It was nothing. NOTHING. 

And he'd left it at that. For the next few weeks, he'd buried it. He'd cut off all contact with Tessa, despite her very best efforts. She'd been texting him nonstop, calling him, and visiting his office, but he had tried his hardest to make it very clear to her that he just wasn't interested. He had slept in a hotel that night, and had beat himself up about that kiss for days afterwards, but he wasn't going to allow that little tramp destroy his entire relationship. He was going to forget about it, and so was she. That was that. Right? 



The Bahamas - Day One, Part Three 

I said nothing, the tears running down my cheeks were enough. I didn't know what to say at this point. How had we gotten so far from where we'd once been? We'd been so in love? This wasn't love. Even now, even in this place of lust, we weren't nearly fixed. This admission was just proof of that. Maybe our relationship really was a lost cause.

"Nicole, say something," he whispered, his voice in a pleading tone that I'd never heard before. I just shook my head. What was there to say?

"I'm so sorry, my sweet girl," he whispered, before lightly kissing my lips. I pulled back. No, I didn't want him to touch me. I didn't want him to kiss me. Not after learning that his mouth had been on another woman's. 

He ran one of his strong hands down the side of my body, and goose bumps broke out over my flesh. With all the care in the world, he shifted his weight so that he was above me, and then leaned down to press his lips against my neck once more. Ohhhh, that one sweet spot that I loved so much. He knew my body so well. He sucked on me for just a moment before moving on, sprinkling kisses further down my neck, towards my collarbone, towards my breasts. "No, stop. I don't want this."

My voice was barely above a whisper. I said the words, but I didn't mean them. We both knew that. He didn't even acknowledge that I'd spoken.

He moved farther down my chest, towards my breasts, and I kicked out my leg. "Brad, stop! I don't want this --"

"Liar..." he cut me off, and smirked at me, before leaning down and closing his hot mouth over one of my nipples. A moan slipped out of my lips despite my best efforts to keep quiet, and I arched my back to be closer to him. 

He swirled his tongue around the little pink bud, nipping and sucking at the same time. He scraped his teeth softly over the sensitive flesh, then surprised me by tugging hard with his oh so wonderful mouth. His large hand moved to cup my other breast with while he sucked on me, ravished me. I hissed, curling my fists into balls, and I pulled at my restraints. "Please. Stop."

He bit down hard, causing me to cry out both in surprise and pain. The pain poured through my entire body, I was sure that he had drawn blood. But then suddenly, like a rush of white hot heat, pleasure replaced the pain that he'd inflicted, and my body uncoiled, causing me to cry out. He just laughed. 

And then he was gone. Well, not gone, but gone from where I wanted his mouth so badly. He moved down my body, pressing kisses down my ribs, my belly, my thighs, the v of my pussy... WAIT.

Again I kicked him. But at that he hit my leg with an open palm, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. But I couldn't even feel it. "Stop it, Nikki. Stop fighting me. Don't make me restrain your legs. You know I'll do it."

"Fuck. You." I kicked him again. "Go get your slut. Maybe she'll be more cooperative in having sex with you." 

He sent me a look that could have melted titanium, and got off the bed. He narrowed his eyes at me, never breaking eye contact as he grabbed his shirt off the floor, and as though it was a piece of copy paper, ripped it in half. He proceeded to do it again, and again, until he had two strips of fabric. Holy shit, he really was going to tie my legs down... 

"NO!" I shrieked as he made his way over to me, and grabbed my ankle, and quickly wrapped one of the strips of fabric around it, tying it to the bed. He repeated the action with the other, soon putting me in this ridiculous spread eagle position, completely at this man's mercy. He looked down at me, admiring his handy work, and then sat down on the mattress again, "Now, let's try this again."

He shifted his body slightly, positioning himself so that he was in between my legs, and slightly off the bed. And then he did nothing. I could feel his breath on me, so close, teasing, promising, warning of things to come.

He reached up and ran a finger along my slit, hot and dripping. I could practically feel that conceited, asshole smile that I hated. "Here you've been yelling at me to stop, and look at this. My sweet girl, you're absolutely soaked." 

He dipped his finger inside, for just a moment, only long enough to coat it with my juices, and raised himself up, offering his hand to me. "You see? See how hot you are for me? Your body is disloyal your words, my love. Here, taste." 

I clenched my jaw, keeping my lips shut as firmly as I possibly could, but I could feel more moisture rush to my pussy as his low voice spoke the truth that I'd known all along. 

"No? Fine?" He popped his finger into his mouth, and sucked on it hard, keeping his eyes on mine. Contented he'd gotten everything off, he took it out, and gave me a toothy grin, "Mmmm... not nearly enough."

"No..." I tried, halfheartedly. It was no use at this point. We both knew that. but I wasn't going to go down without a fight. But I was way past trying to get him to really 'stop'. I needed his mouth on me, in me, soon. Now. 

My shallow breaths, half parted lips, hooded eyes and flushed skin must have given me away. He just chuckled, and dipped his head, finally giving me what we both craved. As soon as his tongue hit my flesh, I screamed. With one slow lick, orgasm hit me hard and fast. 

"Bad, bad girl," he murmured against my inner thigh, "You didn't have permission to do that."

Coming down from the aftershocks, he latched onto my clit, and sucked hard. He shoved two fingers deep into my pussy, curving them in just the right way to hit that spot that I loved so much. He drank in my sweet cream, moving to lazily lick my lips, top to bottom, over and over. When he finally plunged his tongue inside of me, I practically flew off the bed. He took my hips in his hands to steady me, and suddenly I was grateful for the restraints that he'd put in place. Painfully slowly, he ate at me, using his tongue in wicked ways that I thought only existed with characters in romance novels. He placed the pad of this thumb over my clit, and rubbed it, nearly pushing me over the edge. 

He took his mouth off me long enough only to move his head up and meet my eyes, and to say, in a horribly gruff voice that was a complete turn on, "Let go, sweet girl."

And then I was screaming. Screaming his name, screaming that I wanted him inside of me, screaming nonsense. My body was soaring, breaking over a high that only he could give me. It wasn't nearly enough though. Not by a long shot. I wanted more. "Ohh, fuck me. I need you, B. Fuck me with that huge cock of yours. Ohhhh-"

I'm not sure when he had the time to uncuff me and untie my feet, but at some point my hands were free, and interlocked with his, and my legs were entangled with his. He was over me, powerful and overwhelming as he stayed unmoving, not yet giving me what I wanted. I shifted my hips upward, trying my best to bridge the gap between us, and he met me with a hard kiss, shoving me back onto the mattress with all of the force he had within him. He knocked the wind straight out of me. "Open your eyes."

I hadn't realized they were closed. I opened my eyes, and stared up into his. My eyes flooded with tears as he parted my slick flesh, and pushed once, twice, three times to finally be completely inside of me, buried to a hilt. Impossibly deep. Impossibly thick. Nothing had ever been this wonderful. 

I tore my eyes away from his, I couldn't bear looking at him anymore, and it was just too much. "NO," he roared, and pulled out of me entirely. I groaned loudly, and tried to free one of my hands from his to pull him back down to me.

"No, Nicole. Eye contact. Look at me, Nikki. Or I won't give you anything. Nothing at all."

I took a second to pull myself together, and forced myself to look at him again, and my eyes filled with fresh tears. This was so much more intimate than anything else that we'd ever done before. He growled in satisfaction, and in a hard shove, drove his hard cock back into my soft center. He was still for a moment, as if testing me, seeing if I would break the eye contact, but I held my ground. I wouldn't break, if this was what he was demanding. He wouldn't defeat me. 

Contented, he pulled out slightly again, before driving back into me with a force that threw the bed into the wall hard enough to probably leave a dent (we'd have to check that later). He got a rhythm going, driving into me impossibly deep, I swore his cock was bumping my womb every time he entered me. He rotated his hips ever so slightly, hitting the sweet spot that I craved, and I gasped. Oh, it was so, so good. 

"I need to... Please, oh God." 

"No, you're not ready. Not yet."

His words made me weep, I wasn't sure if it was with frustration, anger or with overall pleasure at this out of body experience that was so extraordinary I wasn't sure if I would be able to remember it tomorrow. He grasped my waist, and remaining inside me, flipped us over so that I was on top. "Ride me, sweet girl."

I hated being on top. I had large breasts, and this wasn't the most flattering position for that. He knew that. I glared down at him, and dug my nails deep into his chest, raking them down as hard as I could, drawing blood. I wasn't sure if I was trying to hurt him, or if this was just adding to this moment. Either way, he was into it. He rose up and grabbed the back of my neck tightly, roughly kissing me, hard enough to bruise my mouth. We were both going to look like messes tomorrow. "Ride. Me."

He flopped back down, and grinned back up at me with a glint in his eyes that I couldn't quite read. I took a shaky breath, and grasped his chest, and slowly rose above him. Well that was simply amazing. With more confidence this time, I clenched my ass, and lifted, then drove him down into me. Over and over I rose and fell on his hard as steel cock, coating him in my sweet honey, trying to get him as far inside of me as I could. I wasn't sure where all this urgency, this desire to have him so deep within me, was coming from, but all I knew was that I needed him.

Orgasm was fast approaching, and I looked down at him with wild eyes, terrified. It was too much. All of it. I needed to stop, I couldn't handle this. It was as though I was just now realizing how much of myself I had just given him within these past few seconds, and it was way too much. He cheated. 

"Who do you belong to, Nicole?"

"You. Oh God, You, Brad. You. I'm yours. Yours, Master. Yours."

My voice was separate from my body. It was like I was hearing someone else talk. I was spiraling out of control as I swirled my hips down onto his, hitting my g-spot and my clit at the same time. I wasn't going to make it, I was so close to breaking. My body was going to snap. 

"Come for me, sugar. Give me your everything."

With that the dam broke, all of the walls that I'd put up fell down. Like a whip snapping, like waves crashing to the shore, my control shattered. I fell into an abyss of color, of pleasure, of pain. I was scarcely aware of Bradley coming with me, pouring his hot cum into me, grabbing my hips so hard that I'd have bruises in the forms of his fingers in just a few hours. I could hear myself screaming, scraping my voice so raw that I wouldn't be able to speak for the next few moments after, but I couldn't stop it. My cheeks were wet, presumably from crying, but it didn't register at the time. My skin was tight over my bones, my entire body was tensed, and I was shaking everywhere. 

After some time, I must have come down, and I awoke sobbing. My body still shook with the tremors of aftershocks, and Brad was still inside of me, still semi-hard. His arms were wrapped around me, as if trying to pull me back down to Earth, to bring me back to reality, from whatever the hell that was. His lips rested on my temple, and his hand ran up and down my bare spine as I shook, my body racked with cries. 

"I hate you. I hate you for cheating. For wrecking us. I want a divorce, Brad." My voice was hardly a whisper, if that, but strong, unmistakable. 

I shoved off of him, blinking my eyes, attempting to clear them and see the world again, but it was no use. Everything had changed. Things weren't just blurry because my eyes were all teary. That all-powerful orgasm, that all too close sex, with his stupid demands of eye contact, and his demands for hate sex, it was just too much. We were never going to be the same. I stood up, my legs wobbling, and I almost collapsed. My entire body hurt.

With all the strength that I had, I forced my legs to carry me to the bathroom, and I slammed the door shut behind me. I climbed into the empty porcelain tub, tucked my head down, and cried. No, things were never going to be the same. 

to be continued...

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author's note: Dun dun duhhh! Sorry, I couldn't resist :) I know that this chapter ended kind of sadly (unless you're against Brad/Nicole, in which case you're probably excited right now?), but nooo worries my lovely readers, Brad isn't going to give up that easily!! I would LOVE to hear your ideas on how you would want to be wooed and won over again, so email me or leave comments! I want to cater the story to you guys, so if you have ideas, I'd love to know what they are! But as always, thanks for reading, please please please COMMENT and RATE, and I promise I'll have a new chapter up for you all soon!! Much love!! xo, Hayley