0 comments/ 29096 views/ 5 favorites Good Girl Gone Bad By: for_my_master Brad and I have been dating for almost a year. My name is Isabelle. We've been called the sweetest couple of Sydney. Brad is the type of guy who girls can never resist; 6"2, blonde, the deepest blue eyes and the most charming smile. His body is muscular from working out in the gym, not from steroids, but toned, purely from hard work. His skin was firm and bronze from going to the beaches. His voice is husky and deep, like a movie star's, but ten times better. He is a cheerful lad, sweet, romantic, but original. He's really funny too, but sometimes, people misunderstand him. I don't! I can't imagine a day without him, he is the air that I breathe. Brad describes me as "Unconfident, but entirely gorgeous". I'm not pretending to be shy or anything, but I really don't see anything about me that's gorgeous. I'm 5"6, dark haired, average body, tanned skin. My breasts are quite small, 36B, but I had long legs which made up for them. I'm on a diet now, which Brad keeps telling me to quit, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I'm not good enough for him, that he'll find another girl that's better than me. Thankfully that hasn't happened. One night, we went out for some Chinese cuisine. After a good load of Kung Pao and Fried Rice, we headed home. We held hands as we walked to my house, and every time we did so, I had a whole museum of butterflies in my stomach. I would giggle randomly, and Brad would flash his brilliant white teeth at me as he smiled. But there was something different tonight. His grip on me was particularly firm, it wasn't painful, but I could feel the pressure on my knuckles. Normally, he would be gentle with me, it felt so weird. "Oh well" I thought to myself, maybe he just had a bad day at work. When we reached my doorstep, he suddenly swung me around and kissed me passionately. Instinctively, my hands made their way to his neck, and his made its to my waist and backside. He cupped my butt so that I lifted my leg around him, and he pulled my waist close to him so that we could feel every movement. I broke the kiss and giggled, nudging him gently with my head, and whispered "Baby, you're so full of surprises." He tickled me, while giggling "Only when I'm with you." "I want to be with you tonight." "Always at your service." He scooped me up and carried me inside. I started pulling off my tank top and jeans when we went in, I knew that he watched me, that turned me on so much. I felt his hands around my belly, he breathed against my neck. He smelt so musky, and dark. He smelt so transformed. I laughed "You never told me you bought a new fragrance." "Do you like it?" "Anything you wear, I'd like it." He started moving his hand up, he pushed lightly on me so that our my back touched and rubbed his torso. When he got near my bra, I peeled his hands off me, giggled and told him "Nu uh". Then he unclasped my bra and tossed it on my sofa. He would never do that. He knew my boundaries. That shocked me. "I've had enough of you teasing me." He sounded so cold, like an entirely different person. "I don't know what you're talking about." I was totally confused and scared. This wasn't the Brad I know. "You strip in front of me, rub yourself against me, run your hands along my body. You know exactly what I'm talking about." "Look, darling, I'm sorry, I don't mean to, but you know that I haven't done it yet, and I want to keep my virginity for a while." I reached my hand to retrieve my bra. He slapped it away. "You're mine. I want you to know that. There's nothing better for a couple to do than make love, you have denied me again and again. I'm starting to question whether you truly love me." "Of course I love you" I started to shake and tears began to form in my eyes. I moved forward to kiss him. He stepped back. "Then prove it. Have sex with me." I loved Brad so much, but coming from a typical Asian family, my virginity was the sake of my pride. I didn't want to lose it until I found "the one". It's not that I don't feel that Brad is "the one". I'm just so afraid that he might leave me and I might lose him. I hesitated and tried to talk him out of it. "Brad, baby, please... you know what it means to me, I love you, please... please... " "There are a ton of girls out there waiting for me to pound them. They tell me that they dream of it every night. What makes you so special and out of the ordinary?" That scared the shit out of me. I leaped forward and hugged him. He didn't hug me back. "Baby, you know that I love you, please don't..." I started to seriously weep. "Sometimes you leave me with no choice. I have my urges I need to satisfy, and you don't want to help me. He grasped my arms and flung them away, then he pushed me back. He started making his way to the door. "Baby, please, what can I do to make you stay?" I sobbed. "I want you to satisfy me, baby, I love you, but I need someone who is willing to please me." "Okay..." I whispered, only barely audible even to myself. He gracefully glided towards me, picked me up again, and walked to my bedroom. He placed me on my bed and started to unbutton his shirt. I felt shameful watching him, but he was so beautiful. His body was a work of art. Every so often, a thick vein would be visible on his powerful arms, tracing down to his slender fingers, it pulsed with a strong rhythm. And his pectorals, they were beefy and hunky, I sometimes slept on them when Brad stayed around. I would knead my head them and bury myself in his scent. His legs were long and quite hairy, the pure muscular feel and the strength of them were beyond compare. Brad made me feel safe when he was around. But not this time. His touch snapped me back to reality. While I was busying myself with his godly body, he stripped off all his clothes and sledded of my panties. He guided his finger along my neck, my cleavage, my waist, hips, legs. Then he came back up to touch my soft mound. There was a rock hard feeling on my butt and I knew exactly what was causing it. "Baby, you are truly beautiful. I'm sorry you don't want to do this, but I've been aching to touch you." He breathed on the back of my shoulder. I shuddered to hear him speak again. It suddenly hit me again, what he was going to do with me. I tried to move away but he was so strong. He hugged me tighter until his heart was pulsing on my back and we were breathing in harmony. I tried to think; "it's going to be okay" or "It's not too much of a big deal" but the more I thought, the more I was terrified. He moved on top of me, and I started to shout and scream. I felt a sharp sting in my ass. "Don't baby, or I'll gag you." I was silenced immediately. I struggled in futility as he got into position. "Relax, baby. The more you struggle, the more painful it's going to be. I want you to enjoy this too." "Please don't, Brad, please. I don't want it anymore" I cried. He forced my legs apart with tremendous strength. He moved his head near my slit, and circled my labia with his tongue. I shivered with lust. He plunged into my deep canal. My body was heating up, I was responding to him, I moaned a little. "I knew that you'd enjoy this." His hands flew up to my breast and massaged them, pinching my nipples once in a while. He fluttered his tongue on my clitoris. He licked again and again, and sent me over the top. Sparks flew all over my spine, I arched back and spasmed. I groaned and moaned until I was still. "Horny little bitch." Brad called me a bitch? He'd never! He had respected me, and now he called me a bitch? Deep down inside, I knew that I was getting turned on by his domination. I didn't want to become a slut, but I wanted him so bad. "You're nice and wet, aren't you." It was more a statement than a question. "Answer me, do you want me?" I whimpered. "yes.." "I can't hear you." "Yes." "Are you going to be a good girl and beg for it?" "Yes!" "Then beg for it, bitch. Tell me what you want!" "I want you inside of me." "You can do better than that, I assume" "Please, I want you to thrust into me" "Am I an object to you?" "No" "Try again." "Brad. Please. I need you. BRAD, PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME!" "That's my good girl" He started to move inside of me. His firm, long, cock fought its way through my narrow passage. It stretched me, and it hurt, but somehow, it felt so good. It felt so right. I swung my legs onto his butt and dug my nails into his shoulders. This seemed to have encouraged him, as he soon found my hymen. He bumped against it once, then smiled at me. He really was irresistible. "You ready, Belle?" I gulped. He kissed me and thrust at the same time. He tore me apart. It burned and stung so bad. He sank himself almost to the hilt. He was about 8" long and 3" wide, a giant, to an Asian girl. He waited for me to adjust to his girth. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" "It hurts, Brad, it hurts." "Belle, I've never felt anyone so tight before, you're amazing, and I want you to know that I love you, I'm never going to leave you. You understand?" A little squeal was all I managed. A second wave hit me as he began to thrust harder, faster, and deeper. He groaned loudly in my ear and his vibrations left me speechless. I was afraid to moan as we had neighbours next door, but it was so hard to hold in. I arched my hips to meet his thrust but he pushed me down, stopped thrusting and told me. "I'm in control, you're not. If you don't behave yourself, I will pull myself out." I nodded. He was amazing, it seemed almost if he knew exactly what I wanted. He ran his hands along my body, firmly gripping but softly soothing me. Once in a while he would play with my nipples and lick my neck. Then, I felt his cock throb and pulse, it grew in my pussy and I knew he was about to cum. "Babe, you aren't protected, I'm going to pull out and you're going to blow me." He commanded me in a tone that I had never heard before but I did exactly what I was told. It was my first ever sexual experience, so I didn't really know what to do, but I felt him guide me with his hand. I went down on him and greedily licked our juices from his cock. Our taste intertwined with each others and it was a marvellous combination. Then I tried to take him deeper, but it was so big and I didn't want to hurt him by biting. He hit my gag spot and I choked a bit, I couldn't help but have tears run down my face. He ran his fingers through my hair and complimented me. "You're so beautiful, Belle, no-one has ever made me feel this way before. I'm going to cum now, you don't have to swallow." He thrusted a last few times, groaned loudly, then shot his first load in my mouth. It was salty and bitter, but it tasted good never the less. He shot his second load and this time I had to pull away. I had trouble swallowing the first load of sticky liquid. It splattered onto my breasts and formed a gooey layer of white. After a few more shots, his cock was limp and I was a mess. He started laughing at me for the way I looked. I felt so dirty and wanton, but I honestly enjoyed every moment of it. We went to shower and Brad had to hold my limp body as I was so exhausted from all the action. "Baby, you didn't moan when we were making love" He sweetly stated. The Brad I knew was back! "It was so embarrassing and I felt so dirty." He laughed at me and rubbed the soap on my breasts. "You have to promise me that you're going to moan for me next time." "I promise." "Did you like it today?" ... "Honey, I want you to be honest" he said. "Kind of" I said quietly "Whatdyou mean?" he mumbled into my neck. "It was kind of painful, but it felt so hot, and it felt so good." "So you liked it, right?" "You could say that... Brad, did you read my diary?" "Uh.. Yes. Howdyou know?" "I only ever mentioned I liked being dominated to my diary." "I never knew you were that naughty until I read it" He chuckled. "Whatever you have in stock for me next, would you please warn me? I got kind of scared today." "Then that wouldn't be a surprise, would it? Besides, you've got everything you need, right here with me." Carrying me out of the shower, he threw me onto a towel on my bed. "You also said you liked it rough, didn't you?" "Oh baby, not again, please, I'm so tired and weak..." "DID I ASK FOR YOUR OPINION!?" -----End Of Story----- Good Girl Gone Bad I would just like to point out before we start; this is my first story and would greatly like your feedback. I would like to thank all the support that is available on the site and two of my dearest friends who helped me describe the feelings a woman has. I have left some details unknown for you to imagine and think of yourself. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy it! ---------------------------------------------------- It was snowing outside, and 23 year old Amy was wrapped up in her duvet on the sofa, watching the morning news. As usual the meagre three centimetres of snow had shut down all attempts of transport in Britain, the trains were cancelled, the buses weren't running, and the airports were shut. "Perfect" Amy thought, "No work for me today!" A big smile appeared on her face. Amy lived in a big house in a secluded hamlet just outside the town of Ipswich. She had inherited the house from her late grandmother, along with enough money to pay the bills for a lifetime. The only reason she worked was to go shopping. Amy's family had been very strict up until recent times. Her mother had always taught Amy what her mother taught her, "Don't marry until you're 30, don't parade yourself as a sex object, and don't be seen exposed to anybody other than your husband." Not to mention the "Don't have sex before you're married" kind of thing. All this, of course, was not going to be the case is Amy's life, although she appeared to be a "good girl" to her family. All her friend's knew of course that she was only a "good girl" because she just didn't get caught doing things. Amy lost her virginity at a house party when she was 15. Her family knew none of this of course, and she had been dishing out all the other various forms of foreplay to the boys (and sometimes girls) since she was only 13. However, she never exposed herself; and we will now get back to what was going through her mind... As Amy realised it was going to be a long and possibly lonely, day; many thoughts rushed through her mind as to what she would do to keep herself occupied throughout the day. She decided that not only would she do her household chores, she would do them nude. As she thought this, a small spasm of excitement rushed through her body at the thought of possibly being caught. Although there were not many people around, it was, however, still possible. As she nervously walked into the front room to peek outside, she had other, naughty ideas pop into her head... After seeing that there was nobody about, she ran upstairs to her bedroom, opened the walk in wardrobe, and in front of the mirror, slowly started to take off her clothes, first her plain white, tight fitting tank top. After it sprung up from the obstruction of her 28DD breasts, she undid the clasp on her denim short-shorts and pushed them past her curvaceous hips to the floor. Standing there in just her Ann Summers bra and thong, Amy decided that this was as adventurous as she was feeling that day, so she tiptoed nervously out of her bedroom and then likewise downstairs to the utility room to fetch her polish and dusters. It was not long before Amy was dusting and cleaning away as if she was fully clothed, and vastly improved in confidence. As she walked into the front room, to her surprise, there was old Mr. Bath outside, clearing the snow from the pavement. He was right in front of the front room, about 20 yards from the house. If he looked in her direction, he would easily see her in the well lit room. Amy's head told her it would be wrong to ignore him and to carry on as she was doing; after all, he was 73 years of age. A sight like that could surprise him so much it may kill him! He had always been a good neighbour to Amy, happy to fix anything for her. She loved him dearly and he was a bit like her "step-grandfather." Somewhere in her body though, disagreed with her head, making a small trail of pussy juice seep through her thong and run down her leg. It turned her on, the thought of old Mr. Bath seeing her in such a state of dress with a feather duster in one hand. Images flashed through her mind; she was amazed at what they were, almost shocked. Her upbringing told her all of this was very wrong, but she continued dusting. Unknown to Amy, Mr Bath had already seen her, and as he now slowly swept the path. He would glance up every now and then to see if he could see her almost naked body in the front room. Despite his age and the thought of his wife at home, his old cock started to rise and he was fascinated to watch. He knew it was wrong, but he just had to. Amy dropped her duster on the floor and instantly bent over to pick it up. This gave Mr. Bath a very good view indeed of her beautiful ass in the air. Mr. Bath was shocked that such an innocent, well-spoken, young lady participated in such naughty behaviour when home alone. "I wish it snowed more often," he thought as he went on his way, having had enough to see for one day. It was soon lunch-time for Amy, and she quickly whipped up some warm pineapple on toast; a strange yet scrumptious dish, which was easy to make, and very filling for a thin girl like Amy. She was just putting a piece of warm pineapple into her mouth when it fell off her fork and fell between her two beautiful tits. After trying to get it out, Amy realised that she would have to take off her bra. After doing this, she found the cool air on her big, round, pink nipples very arousing. They soon got very hard and stood out a great deal. Amy was very ashamed of herself for letting it get this far. She was soon, however, not worried, as the feeling on her nipples made her pussy even wetter. Knowing this was not at all appropriate, she slapped herself out of it, headed upstairs, and clothed herself in jogging bottoms and a hoody, after cleaning herself up. She picked out her favourite film at the time, "Mama Mia," and cuddled up back in her duvet in front of the telly. Although it was only 1 o'clock when Amy dozed off halfway through her film, she somehow managed to sleep all the way through till 11 o'clock in the morning the next day on the sofa in the lounge. She woke with a start from her slumber and for a minute or two wondered where she was. "Oh of course!" she exclaimed to herself aloud. "Oh, better get showered and changed," she muttered to herself. As Amy threw off her duvet, a strong familiar smell greeted her. She must have had some interesting dreams because her joggers were soaked through around the crotch, her duvet was damp, and even her fingers were sticky as she ran them through her hair, racking her brains trying to think what she could possibly have been dreaming about. Throwing her pants, joggers, bra, and top, along with the duvet cover into the washing machine, she was left naked. She sprinted up the stairs into her en-suite bathroom and turned on the hot walk in shower. Amy washed and conditioned her hair, then got her shower gel and rubbed it all over her hairless body. After covering her body, she was soon massaging her tits, squeezing, pinching and lifting them, making her very turned on. One of her slender hands slowly found its way down past the pierced belly button to the bald space between her legs. She slowly let her middle finger circle around her now erect clit while her other hand played with her nipple. Amy sat down in her shower and spread her long slender legs, revealing a bald, smooth pussy. This was slowly opening up, begging to be pleasured. She positioned herself so the water fell on her naked pussy and so she could change the temperature of the water with her free hand at the same time. She switched from hot to cold and vice versa, making her orgasm slowly build. Amy then reached behind her many bottles of hair products to retrieve her long friend. It was an 11 inch, waterproof, vibrating dildo. She turned it onto the low setting and laid it on top of her pussy. Wriggling around, she felt she had to have something inside her. She picked it up and started to penetrate her smooth folds. After only 4 inches, she had to stop, as an incredible orgasm hit her, making her twist, scream, and writhe around in the shower, it was a big one that had been building up for a long time. Although she was tired, her lust for more was overpowering and using the suction cup on the base; Amy fitted the dildo to the shower floor. She then positioned herself like she would be if she was riding a big, hard cock cowgirl style and slowly lowered herself onto the dildo. She had never been able to take the whole length, only 7 inches of it. This time it was no exception. She slowly sped up her fucking and, using her hands against the shower walls, managed to keep upright and set a furious pace under the falling water. The falling water bounced hard off Amy's bouncing tits, pleasuring her as they bounced. After 5 minutes, Amy had another big orgasm, and passed out. It was another hour before she finally awoke to the sound of a very impatient knocking on the door. Amy quickly picked herself up and shouted down, "I'll be there in a minute!" She quickly attempted to dry herself, then threw on the white tank top she had left lying around the previous day and pulled on some cargo short shorts. After running down the stairs, she hurriedly opened the door. "Oh, errrmm. Hi..." said the man, trying to avoid looking at her. "What's wro...?" Amy stopped in mid sentence as she saw where the handsome man could not take his eyes off. In the rush, she had not dried properly and her white top had gone see-through in all the wrong places, and not wearing a bra made her lush tits very obvious. "Oh..."she stammered. "Don't worry, it's ok. I'll turn around and talk to you...?" "No, don't worry about that. Please; what's the reason you came?" replied Amy. "I was just given a card with this address on it. In a café... The woman on the till told me you had seen me only the other day and would like me to meet you..." Amy's mind flashed through her best mates, trying to think who worked in a café. "Her name was Vicky?" asked the man "Oh yes, she's my friend! Please, come inside from the cold." Amy ushered him inside and as she directed him where to go. From behind him she thought about how asking her friend Vicky to give her address to the next hunk that walked in was such a brilliant idea! It turned out the hunk's name was James; he was tall and well built, there had clearly many hours in the gym. He had broad shoulders and big biceps, a woman's dream. As they talked over a mug of tea, Amy found out how James was a fireman for a living; however, he was already on his holiday break. After Amy asked if he was single and found out that he was, she started to flirt, and got him to talk about himself. As he talked, Amy's mind drifted to that morning in her shower and thought about how it could easily be James underneath her. After this thought had ran though her head she just couldn't stop thinking about how big his cock could be... Amy and James were getting on like a house on fire, but soon it was time for James to leave; as he stood by the door, he said to her, "Amy. Thanks. I've had a really nice time this morning. Perhaps we could go out sometime?" and with that said, he raised her hand, kissed it, and walked out the door. Opening her hand Amy, realised he had slipped a bit of paper with his number written on into her hand. The rest of her day was a dreamland, and that night she decided to ring him up. However, just as he picked up his phone she hung up, waiting to see if he called back. Luckily he did, and they arranged a date for the next day. Amy and James dated for another 3 to 4 weeks, when one night as James was dropping Amy home, she reached over into his car and kissed him, taking the car keys as she did so. She got out and walked into her house, leaving the front door open just ajar. Amy ran upstairs to her bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing for James to follow as he came searching for his keys. At each item of clothing he got to he also shed a layer. He approached her bedroom door and slowly peeked in, dressed only in his Calvin Klein boxers. He saw Amy lying spread eagled on her bed, limbs stretched out wide. There they were, his car keys tucked just into the front of her French panties, and his house keys tucked between her perfect round tits. He could not believe his eyes, and as he slowly approached her, she whispered just loud enough to be audible. "Come and get 'em big boy." James crawled onto the bed, grabbed his car keys by his teeth then tossed them aside. After giving her a kiss just above the panty line, he moved up to where his house keys lay. Slowly and sensuously he pressed his face between her tits and grabbed them. He tossed them aside, kissed each tit, then moved up to her face. James was just resting on top of Amy, and they were staring into each other's eyes. Amy whispered, "I love you..." And with that, James leaned down and kissed Amy on the lips. This then turned into passionate tonguing. Amy's arms wrapped around James and rolled him over underneath her. His arms reached behind her trying to find the clasp on the bra when Amy lifted herself and straddled him, undoing her bra's clasp at the front and winking at him. James proceeded to massage her tits, and play with her nipples. Underneath her bum, Amy could feel his cock getting hard, and it felt very big. Amy leaned back down onto him and then slid herself down his body, licking and kissing his pecs and 6-pack all the way. She got to his boxers and ripped them apart with her teeth. It was very erotic for James as he looked down in amazement. James's hard cock sprang out from his shredded boxers and hit Amy in the face. She started to take it into her mouth as if it was what she did since birth. She only managed to fit three-quarters of his cock in her mouth comfortably, and still, after deepthroating and even gagging on him, she couldn't get balls deep. Amy then felt James' hands on her head. She looked up at him. Instantly after making eye contact she knew what he wanted and turned around, sitting on his face while sucking his cock and balls. It was then James's time to shine. He carefully licked all around her pussy, never actually touching it, but when he finally did, she had a spasm of delight of finally being pleasured. He then proceeded to give her the best cunnilingus she ever received, paying attention not only to her clit, but her outer lips, then her inner lips, the walls of her pussy, the very base of her clit and of course, the tip of her very hard clit. Amy's orgasm was building slowly, and she could tell that when it hit her, it was going to hit hard. Just as she thought she was going to get it, James stop licking her clit, but kept pleasuring her. He moved his attack from his tongue up, to her small, tight, virgin asshole, which was extremely sensitive. Although Amy had never tried anything anal before, she was keen to try new things. At first it felt strange, but soon the delicacy of James' tongue hit all the right places and it felt absolutely amazing. She was going to cum soon... "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Amy as her orgasm hit her like a train, and it was fuelled by James' tongue starting to enter her tight little ass. Amy wriggled and screamed and shook her way through her most incredible orgasm ever, and throughout this, James continued to lick, kiss, suck, and penetrate her delicate, sensitive ass. Amy, without much strength left, simply rolled off James. When he laid alongside her, they kissed passionately. When Amy regained some strength, she told James how that was the best thing she had experienced in her life. He replied, "I love you, but you will be getting much better, trust me." With that, he climbed off the bed and positioned Amy on the side. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs up and back as far as Amy said she could go. She rested them on his shoulders, and he placed the head of his big cock at the entrance of her tight snatch. "Oh my, it's so big. Will it fit inside me?" "Don't worry; I'll go slowly. Tell me if you need me to stop." "Ok babe, I love you. Go for it." And with that, James started to enter Amy's pussy. Amy screamed even louder this time. "It's too big! It's too FUCKING big!" James, kept it in the same place, waiting to see what Amy asked for, "Keep going. I want it. Put your big fat cock inside MEEEEEE!!!!!" Amy screamed when he pushed more into her, splitting her open. "Are you sure babe?" asked James, worried. "More, just more, OH my GOD, you are just so big!" Eventually James managed to get 3/4s the way inside of her. Then he decided to pull out a bit, he went slowly 3 or 4 more times, then started to speed up. "Oh baby, you want my big fat cock in your pussy? Yeah? Oh take me, oh yes, let me fuck your tight hole, oh baby I am fucking you so hard," grunted James as he thrusted into her. "Oh YES, split my tight pussy. Oohh harder! Harder! Oh that feels so good. Oh that's Amazing!" squealed Amy. Amy had two or three more small orgasms when finally James started shouting, "Oh baby, make me cum, make me cum. You want me to cum inside you? Yeah? Oh fuck! Milk MY big fat cock!" Amy squeezed her abdominal muscles to pleasure his cock and milk the cum out of him. "Oh baby, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ohhhhh. Yeahhhh. Oh baby that felt so good. Fuck your pussy is so tight and beautiful!" "Not so tight anymore!" giggled Amy, as the excess cum pooled out of her pussy, and dripped onto her asshole. They both collapsed in a sweaty pile on the bed and somehow managed to get into a spooning position. Completely knackered, they dozed off. The next morning, James made Amy some breakfast, and left it on the bedside table. He picked up his keys and left a note on the kitchen table, it read: "Hope last night was as enjoyable for you as it was for me. It was the best night of my life! I hope you would like to go out again sometime? With love from all my heart, James xoxox" (Good) Girl Gone Bad Dylan slouched on the chair behind the counter with a sigh. He ought to stop going out on work nights, opening up the tattoo and piercing shop in the morning weighted on him as it never did when he was well rested and fresh of mind. Then again, how could he say no to that absolute babe who had been smirking at him the whole time at the pub. He smirked, playfully twirling a pen between his fingers. What was her name again? Not that it mattered, he had no intention of seeing her again, but you know... just for the record. He had just recalled she might be called Scarlet, at least that was what she said, when the bell at the entrance rang, the door being pushed open. Two girls came in, strutting towards the counter, neither of them seemed the type to enter a tattoo and piercing shop on purpose. "Can I help you girls? Are you lost?" he smirked. The one walking in the front made a bitchy face and snorted. "No, of course not. I want a piercing." Dylan scanned her. Brand new clothes, shiny jewelry, expensive sunglasses, high heels and Gucci purse. Rich, spoiled girl. "Do you now? Are you eighteen? If you are not I'm going to need your parents..." "I'm eighteen, just turned yesterday, my parents won't know a words of this." She grinned, placing her ID and a 50 dollars bill on the counter. Dylan raised his eyebrows. He took the ID and carefully avoided the money, once he was sure it wasn't fake, he'd seen enough of those to recognize one, he handed it back to her. "It's fine by me. As long as you're eighteen I won't call anyone, the only thing I'll charge you for is the piercing." He shot a look at her friend behind her. She seemed to come from a different world entirely. Dirty blonde hair brushed back, held in place by a simple hairpin, light flower dress flowing around her knees, lower heels made of tangled rope as well as her purse, which she clasped with both hands, looking at it. "How about you?" Dylan asked, and she had to be prompted to respond by her friend's elbows hitting her rib cage. "Hum... I... I just want my ears pierced." She whispered. Dylan chuckled. "You could have gone to the mall for that." "She's here to make me company, I'm going for something more... private." The other girl smirked. Dylan relented and sighed. "Alright you girls fill out these forms for consent." He handed the papers to them and slouched back on the chair. The first to give it back was the blondie. Her neat handwriting had 'rich-daddy-princess-church-girl' written all over. She shot him a curious glance, and Dylan noticed she was watching his tattooed arm. "Like what you see?" he teased her on purpose. She flushed scarlet, but surprised him by asking. "Is that a phoenix?" He nodded. "It is." "I read it's a symbol for starting a new life from scratch, at least for lots of people." Dylan was impressed. He did get it when he finally came out of his drug addiction. It still reminded of the bad times, but also of how good it was to be clean again. "You're right" he shot a glance at the paper she handed him. "Maeve." He smiled. "Beautiful name." She blushed again. Dylan heard her friend scoff. "So can I get my piercing now?" "Sure." He glanced at her name too. "Allison. Where did you say you want it?" "I didn't say." She smirked, maybe hoping he'd ask her again, but he was in no mood for playing games with a spoiled eighteen-year-old. She ended up telling him after a long pause. "My clit." A grin surfaced on Dylan's lip. He expected something like that, a gesture of rebellion from a spoiled, rich brat who just turned of age. "Sure you do." He got out a book. "So this is a catalogue, look at the pictures and tell me what you'd like." He handed her the scrap book of his previous works. "I can do your ears in the meantime if you want, Miss..." he looked for Maeve's last name." "Just Maeve, please, Miss Fairchild is my older sister." She had a genuine smile, and, Dylan couldn't help but notice, a killer body underneath that flowery dress. He shook his head. He would have sure liked to tap that. But of course she'd never go for it. Dylan internally smirked; he bet she'd never gone beyond a kiss, it could be so much fun... "Maeve then. Want to do your ears?" "Sure." He made a gesture and she followed him, leaving her friend looking horrified at the pictures she had before her eyes, her courage fading away. As soon as they entered the back room she spoke. "Could you tell Allison it hurts a lot? The piercing I mean." He turned, stunned. "It doesn't really. Heals pretty fast too." "I know, I did some research, but her parents are going to kill her, and she's going to regret it. Could you tell her it hurts? She'll back out, I'm sure." She smiled, guilty of her little scheme. Dylan chuckled. "It really isn't my business... but sure, if she's not so sure a bit of pain would scare her, she shouldn't do it." Maeve smiled. "Thank you..." "Dylan." "Just Dylan?" "Just Maeve?" he shot back, grinning. She laughed. "Fair enough." She sat on the chair he pointed her. "It was kind of you to come here with your friend, and to watch over her." He smiled as he readied the needle. "She always gets in trouble." She said as if it explained everything. "I was like her." He chuckled. "Really?" she reclined her head and bit her lower lip, studying him. "Mmm... maybe I can see that." She blushed. "Sorry, I get ahead of myself." "It's fine." He smiled. "I really was a trouble maker, at your age." Damn this girl... she was going to make him forget he had a job to keep if she kept biting that lip... "Which was... how much time ago?" "About five years." The needle and earring were ready. "You ready? These are basic earrings, you can change them once it has completely healed. I'd say a month, just to be sure, but could be less." She nodded. "Go on." She seemed at ease, not like back in the shop with her friend overpowering her. The shots were quick, he handed her some ice to put on it to cool down the area. She didn't make a sound. "Great, you didn't even flinch, most people at least swear at their first piercing, even if it is on the earlobes." He helped her up, just so to have an excuse to touch her skin. Warm. Smooth. Damn. "Oh that wasn't my first piercing." She chuckled handing him the money. "You got another piercing before your ears?" he didn't expect that. "Where?" She blushed. "Not even Allison knows." "I wish I could say I didn't mean to pry but... I did." He smirked, intrigued. She giggled. "It's fine, just don't tell anyone." She walked past him and whispered in his ear. "I got a nipple ring." And blushing, she walked back to the shop, where her friend was waiting for her. Ok, he had to see that, no matter the consequences, he wanted this girl. "So was it painful?" Dylan heard Allison ask her. "Hurt like a bitch, and the guy said yours would hurt more." Her voice sounded it pain too. Damn she was good. "Really? Crap. Let's get out of here. I bet the needles are full of germs anyway." They left hurriedly through the door before Dylan could come out the back. But as he went back in the shop, he noticed something on the floor. A handkerchief with two initials sewed on it. M.F. Maeve Fairchild. He stacked it back in a drawer behind the counter, grinning. He had an excuse to see her again. Dylan decided to wait at least a couple of days to show up to her house and return the handkerchief, and he spent the whole two days fantasizing about that body unveiled... He shook his head, focusing back on the road, as he drove downtown, following the directions on his phone. The Fairchild's address was pretty public, they were rich and powerful in town, and he was sure he'd recognize the manor as soon as he got close to it. He wasn't wrong. As soon as he turned right on the street, the huge villa captured his stare. Walls of light brown bricks, antique windows with a renaissance style you could see nowhere else in town, painted of a spotless white. All in the middle of a perfectly kept yard, in Britain-style, with fountains and sculptures, and a black gate with the family name carved on top. Man, that was absurd. He parked his old Ford and walked to the gate, handkerchief in hand. A guard questioned him with his eyes. "Hum... I have... Miss Fairchild's Handkerchief. She dropped it in my shop." "The little miss or the older miss?" the guard eyed him. "The little one." "Would you prefer wait for me to call the house for your arrival or just leave it to me, sir?" Sir? No one ever called him sir. "I'll wait, it's no problem." The guard made a face, as if he knew he had a second agenda for waiting outside. He got out a phone and spoke a few murmured words into it, then smiled politely and announced that Miss Fairchild was awaiting for in the park behind the manor. The gates opened. Dylan shrugged and found his confidence back. This was just a regular girl, a young one, and he could easily charm her. Right? Walking where the guards, yes, he met multiple guards along the way, pointed, Dylan found the blonde girl sitting at a stone table, drawing. "Miss Fairchild?" "I said Maeve was fine, Dylan." She smiled. "I see you've found my handkerchief. I thought I lost it." she got up to meet him. She had a light blue dress that flowed around her thighs, her long legs showing more than when he last saw her. The dress wasn't particularly low cut, but her breasts pushed against the fabric so that he could see their shape and... fuck, the nipple ring. "Found it on the floor. Were you drawing?" She beamed. "I was. I am, pardon me for my lack of modesty, pretty good at it. Want to see?" "Of course." He chuckled. The sheet he was handed was covered with a beautiful remake of his phoenix tattoo, in different colors and with a feminine touch his didn't have. "Maeve, this is beautiful. You sure remembered my tattoo well." She had talent, he could see it. "Thanks, I don't get to show my drawing often." She blushed. "I hope you don't mind I took your tattoo and worked some changes. It really inspired me." "Not at all." He grinned passing the sheet back to her. "How are your ears?" "Good, I had no pain at all today." "Maybe just disinfect them every day for a while." "Sure. Don't worry, I know how to take care of a piercing." She blushed, grinning. "Oh yes, I remember." He smirked. "You surprised me, I have to admit you don't look like the type to have that kind of piercing." She smirked. "I know. I got it on a whim. Never regretted it though." She blushed. "It's fun to play with." Dylan swallowed at the thought of her playing with her nipple ring, imagining to twirl it with his tongue, hearing her moan his name with that pretty lips parted... "Earth calls Dylan?" Maeve giggled. "Sorry" he jumped. "That got me distracted" he admitted blatantly. She blushed furiously and looked down. "I don't know why I said that." Dylan grinned. "I didn't mind. One last thing, can I see...?" he raised his hand to her face, and at her incredulous expression added. "Your ears." "Oh sure." She breathed. She moved her hair back and turned sideways to him. Dylan's fingers didn't go straight for her earlobe. He dragged his fingertips up her neck first, behind her ear, curled a flock of stray hair on his finger, then lightly touched the earlobe, moved it back and forth to look at the hole. "Seems perfect to me." He grinned. "The other?" she turned without a word, exposing her other ear to him, but he could see her flushed face and grinned. He repeated the process on the other side, and heard her sigh when the contact was lost. "Thanks Dylan for..." she cleared he throat. "for coming and bringing back my handkerchief." She smiled shyly. "No problem. See you around, Maeve." He underlined her name with a flirty voice. He grinned and stepped back, walking away. "See you around." She whispered. It was a couple of weeks later when Dylan went in a pub and saw her again. She was at the bar drinking, with her friend from the shop. Allison was it? They surely had fake ID's, not hard to get for rich kid with daddy's money always available. He grinned when he saw her, and his friend noticed the direction of his gaze. "Dude, which one are you looking at?" he followed his stare. "The one in the red dress. She's my client." "Looks young." "She's eighteen." "Man! You're going for younger? I thought the other one was more your type." He eyed Allison. "Nah, she's a bitch, was in the shop too." His friend laugh. "Alright man, go for it." "Maybe I should tell you one more thing." "What?" "She's a Fairchild." That stopped the laughter. "You're kidding." "Am not." "Dude are you crazy? If you mess up with her, her father will make your life hell!" Dylan grinned. "Man, she has a nipple-ring." He whined. The laughter started again. "Oh God you're screwed." He pushed him forward as he walked towards the bar where the girls sat. He mindlessly leaned on the counter and ordered a shot of tequila, right next to Maeve, who was turned with his back at him. As he spoke, she turned, as he expected. "Dylan?" "Maeve? What are you doing here?" he smirked. "Aren't you a little young to be here?" She giggled, covering her mouth with a hand. "Shh... don't tell." She seemed weird... Behind her, Allison rolled her eyes. "She's drunk already. Only had like two shots, and she's been giggling and babbling for an hour." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Would you watch her for a second?" For as much as he hated Allison for leaving her friend alone with a guy they barely knew, he nodded. "So Maeve, I see you've changed your earrings." Two big, black loops hanged from her earlobes, tangled in her perfectly curled blonde hair, groomed around her pretty face. "I did! The piercing healed. You like them?" "I do. Nice dress too, you look good." He grinned. She blushed. "Thanks. The dress is Allison's." it hug her curves nicely, and it was pretty clear it wasn't her style, but still was perfect on her. "I liked your dressed too, you always looked good." He smirked leaning back on the counter. He shot a look at the dance floor. "Your friends seems busy." She was all over an older guy who gladly let her grind on him. But he wasn't one to talk. Maeve scoffed. "As always. She's going to catch some disease sooner or later." Dylan was curious to know more about this girl. "So you've never gone dancing with some stranger like her?" "Well... dancing, yes, not like she does though. but never went home with anyone" she blushed. "No? Can I ask you something personal Maeve?" Dylan leaned closer. "Ask away, Allison was right, I'm pretty drunk, and I'll probably answer questions I'll regret tomorrow." Dylan grinned. "Are you a virgin Maeve?" She blushed scarlet. "No... but I've only had sex once, with my ex." She eyed him. "Why did you want to know?" "Because I'm taking you to dance, come on." He smirked and dragged her by her hand. She was startled, but followed swiftly as soon as she regained her balance on the heels to high for her tipsy mind. On the dance floor, Dylan turned her around so she had her back to him, and watched shocked as she started dancing on rhythm, her ass grazing his crotch at every move. She wasn't grinding, it didn't look vulgar, but it was sexy as hell, and Dylan's cock was stiffen in his pants. He didn't bother hiding it, soon she noticed and turned her face to him above her shoulder, a bit flushed, embarrassed maybe, but still smiling. Damn that smile. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kept dancing with her, his head crooned so his lips touched her exposed neck. The music was loud, he knew she couldn't hear him, so he started nibbling at her soft flesh, biting lightly, then licking the tortured spot, and then biting harder. At one point she moaned and he did hear her, surprisingly. It must have been pretty loud. He groaned in response, unable to keep the sound from escaping his throat, and ground his crotch into her ass, pushing her to him with his hand on her sides. "You're coming home with me." He growled in her ear. She tensed in his arms, so he nibbled at his earlobe. "Don't think too much, you want it too." She relaxed a bit and turned to face him. And nodded, smiling. Taking her face into his hands, he raised her mouth to his, and bruised her soft, pink lips with a passionate kiss, forcing her lips open, but not really meeting any resistance. She tasted sweet and fresh. He groaned in the kiss. "Let's get out of here." He dragged her along out of the dance floor, out of the pub, in the street, where he whistled for a cab, and held her from behind as they waited on the sidewalk. She snuggled into his arms, the cold night air making her shiver. "Everything ok?" he whispered in her ear, trying to sooth her with his embrace. Ok he wanted to fuck her, badly, as hard as he could. He wanted to see that nipple ring and taste her wetness. That didn't mean he wanted her to be scared of him. She nodded. "Yes. I'm just scared." "Don't be." He held her tighter. "I don't know how your previous experience was, but I assure you, you will have no bad memories of tonight." The cab pulled over, and he helped her in and seated next to her, pulling her legs on his lap. His hands massaged her calves up and down. "My previous experience was... dreary. The guy was a bastard, it hurt like hell and I spent the next week crying." She sighed. Ok, that was bad. He hoped to make her change her mind about sex. "But I know Allison, I know she wouldn't make such a fuss about it if it was always like this. And... well I told you about my nipple ring." She flushed scarlet at his grin. Her leg brushed his erection and he kept it pressed there. "I like to play with it and I always wondered how it would be if... someone else..." she chocked on her words. The driver was pretending not to look or hear, but while Maeve was drunk enough not to notice, her tone of voice, Dylan still tried to keep it down. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "Allison is right. It's not always like that, only if you're rude, have no idea what to do, and don't care for your lover's pleasure." He licked her earlobe, drawing a sigh out of her. "It won't be like that. Trust me." "Oddly, I do." She whispered. "I dropped the handkerchief on purpose, you should know. I wanted to... see you again." Dylan grinned. He didn't expect that. This girl was full of surprises. "You wanted me to fuck you even then, in the back room, when I told you I was a trouble maker, am I right?" he tightened his grips on her waist and pulled her sitting on his lap. She gasped. "Yes..." "You liked that I was a 'bad guy', didn't you?" "Yes..." she breathed, her ass sinking deeper into his crotch. Dylan buried his face in her hair, she smelled good, like peppermint, maybe her shampoo. He groaned lowly. "I can't wait to get you in my room." He pushed her hips down on his. She lightly moaned, her hands gripping his thighs. Dylan went back nibbling the flesh on her neck, his fingers splayed on her stomach, pressing her close. He had a feeling he would have to hold back to be gentle. The cab finally stopped, Dylan threw the driver a bill without even looking at it, hoping it was enough, and jumped out the cab, taking Maeve's hand. On the sidewalk he picked her up with an arm under her knees and one under her shoulders, making her screech. "Dylan!" she wrapped her hands around his neck. He opened the door of his apartment building, not with some difficulty, and practically ran up the floor of stairs to the door of his apartment. He let her on her feet at the door, but her arms remained around his neck and he couldn't help himself. He pinned her against the door, his whole body on hers, his mouth attacking hers, drinking from it. (Good) Girl Gone Bad She moaned. "Fuck." He groaned in the kiss. "You're driving me crazy." He finally got the door to unlock and caught her just before she fell backwards when the door opened. He grinned and picked her up again, kicking the door shut, and carried her to his bedroom. That door was shut too, and Maeve was pinned to the wall once again, standing, but just barely, on her trembling legs. Dylan's hands squeezed her thighs and raised to her sides, hiking up the red dress with them. Her shapely legs ended nicely in a firm little ass he couldn't wait to squeeze, clad in a tiny G-string of black lace. Dylan pulled the dress off her head and found a matching bra underneath. He grinned. "Planning on something for tonight?" She blushed. "Not really, I just always... hope." She murmured before he caught her lips in a kiss and silenced her, growling. "Dirty, little girl." he smirked, a hair from her lips. She broke the kiss enough to whisper. "Your, dirty, little girl." Dylan's cock twitched at that, and he groaned. "Did you just say that? She grinned, still somewhat shyly, and Dylan lost it. Growling, he ripped the little panties off, squeezing the flesh of her ass in the process. He then trailed a path of wet kisses and bites down her neck, her chest, in the valley between her breasts, down her stomach, flicking her navel with his tongue, and stopped at the apex of her thighs. He looked up at her and found her staring back him, lust in her eyes. Slowly, he spread her legs and lifted her from the floor so that she was sitting on his shoulders. She was shaved, and he could smell her wetness even in the dark room. As his tongue dipped in her moist folds, they moaned together. "God you taste good." He slid his tongue inside her, torturing her just enough so she whimpered and squirmed on him, then stopped and made her come back down her high. "Oh please..." she tried raising her hand to go play with her breasts, still covered with the lace bra. But he was saving that for later, and blocked her hand before it went out of reach. "Shh baby." The flat of his tongue circled her clit and she literally screamed his name, and it drove him crazy. He pressed on the little swollen nub as hard as he could, moved it in circles, bit it lightly, while squeezing her ass cheeks with his hands. "Oh my God! Dylan!" she whimpered and trembled, until he felt her juices splat on his chin and lips, her muscles shake and a soft moan escape her mouth. He licked her clean, tasted her saltiness and let her stand on her own, still holding her up when he noticed she was unstable. He pressed his mouth on hers again. "Taste yourself baby." He groaned. "You taste so good." She groaned, licked the inside of his lips, giving his cock another twitch, and then whispered. "I wanna taste you..." her hand shyly dropped to his fly, trembling undoing the belt and the buttons. Grinning, he helped her out and dropped his jeans and briefs t the floor. Her look was so hungry he almost pinned her to the wall again and fucked her right there. But he let her drop to her knees, and was rewarded by her rosy little mouth kissing the underside of his fully erect cock. Her tongue darted out and, never living his gaze, she licked down to his tight balls, sucked, and then licked her way up his cock, flicking her tongue over the head at the end. He groaned, reached down to unclip her bra and freed her breasts. Damn. The nipple ring. A shiny ring of metal with a blue little sphere attached dangled from her nipple. Just looking at it made his cock twitch. She smirked, and engulfed the head between her lips, her tongue drawing patterns underneath as she bobbed up and down, taking a bit more in her mouth every time she went down. When she reached the hilt and squeezed with her lips, Dylan threw his head back and moaned, fisting his hand in her hair, pushing her down. He heard her gag, gave her a change to go back up, but she didn't, and took him even deeper. "Fuck... baby..." he let out incoherent words as he felt his balls tighten. He was about to tell her to stop or he'd cum but she squeezed his balls lightly with her hand, and he couldn't help himself. He pushed her head down on his cock. "Fuck! You dirty little girl. I'm gonna fuck you so hard for this." He groaned, eyes closed. His cum flowed down her throat, and he heard her swallow it all. When he looked down, she was still on her knees, smiling, a drop of cum still on her lip, that fucking nipple ring so teasing... He dragged her up and pushed her back on the bed, kissing her. "You are fucking amazing." He growled. As she was laid on her back, her blonde hair splayed above her head, he circled her pierced nipple with his lips, and groaned with her at the taste. Cold metal in his hot mouth, he twisted the ring with his tongue while his hand twisted the other nipple. She moaned his name and arched her back, grinding her hips up into his. With one last bite on the pierced nipple that made her scream, he released it and went to nibble on her lower lips again. "Ready baby?" "Oh god yes... please..." He grinned. And distanced himself just to get a condom, she must have guessed his intention. "I'm on the pill, you know, if you want..." she blushed. He dropped the box on the floor and crushed his mouth to hers. "I don't even care why you are on the pill. I'm just so fucking glad..." "My mom's overcautious." She explained when he let her breathe. Dylan spread her legs and poked her moist slit with his head, her soft moan made his head fuzzy. He pinned her hands over his head and pushed in slowly, at first, and when he met no resistance, he slammed hard into her, enjoying her eyes rolling back. "Oh God! Dylan!" she screamed, her nails digging in the flesh on his hands. Growling, he rammed into her. "Yes baby...I can see you like it baby... Fuck... you feel so good around my cock..." he buried his face in the crook of her neck and slipped a hand under her ass, squeezing her and changing the angle at once. She moaned loudly, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Tell me how much you like it." "I love it Dylan! Oh God I love it! Please... don't stop." She ended it with a loud moan. He felt her muscles tighten, and marveled at the idea of feeling her cum around him. "Let it go baby, cum for me." He grabbed her hips and thrust violently into her. A few thrust and she screamed his name, her eyes closed, her nails digging on his back this time, drawing blood. As she came down from her high, Dylan slipped out and turned her around, directing her on all fours. He unceremoniously plunged back in her, making her groan right away. "Yes! Oh fucking God, Dylan!" He growled, gripped her ass tight and sped up as much as he could, while playing with her nipple with one hand. "Say my name again." "Dylan..." she moaned. He pinched her nipple and stopped moving. "Louder." He growled. "Dylan!" She groaned pushing back on him. "Please Dylan... don't stop... Dylan please..." Hearing her beg, his name on her lips like that, he lost it. He rammed into her at doubled speed, holding her hips, letting her grind on him too, her moans and his grunts filling the room. He wrapped her hand around her midsection and closed his eyes, groaning. "That's right baby, cum with me, again, for me baby." She screamed as his cock hit her G-spot even harder and trembled, her legs shook. He groaned as her muscles tightened around him and shot his load into her, keeping her pelvis ground into his as her legs gave up. The last sound to leave her mouth before she went limp was a soft moan of his name. "Dylan..." she buried her face in the mattress and he did so in her hair, collapsing on top of her, trying not to crush her. Eventually, he rolled to the side and cradled the blonde little girl in his arms. When he saw her face, she had a contempt smile on and her eyes closed. "Dylan?" she murmured "Mmm?" he mumbled keeping her close to his chest, enjoying her warm breath. "That was fantastic." He chuckled. "Yes it was, little Maeve. Sleep baby, I'll bring you home tomorrow." Her breathing became regular after a minute or so, and Dylan fell asleep thinking he hadn't let a girl sleep on his bed with him since his first girlfriend Agnes had moved away when they were fifteen. He smiled, already sleeping, holding Maeve's body. The next morning the alarm rang softly and Dylan shut it before it could wake the sweet girl sleeping beside him. He had to open the shop, but he didn't want her to leave. Slowly, he scooted away from her embrace and left a note on the nightstand, telling her to reach him at the shop downstairs when she woke up. He had something for her. When Maeve woke up and didn't find Dylan with her she panicked. Her heart sunk, thinking she got fooled once again. But then she noticed the slip of paper, with his messy handwriting on it. He left said to go down to the shop, he had to open, he was sorry for not being there when she woke. And he had something for her. Smiling, she dressed with the last night's clothes, panties missing since he ripped them, and went down to find Dylan. He was expecting her at the counter. "Hey baby." He approached and took her in his arms, blatantly kissing her lips, twirling her around. "Here, I got some jewelry for your piercing if you want." He grinned, and she knew he wasn't talking about her ears. "Then I'm taking you to lunch." Dylan felt weird, different around her, and had wondered all morning if he was going soft. But as he saw her smile shyly and take the box with the jewelry, he knew he didn't care. He wouldn't let his dirty little girl slip away from him.