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How I Met My Master Ch. 03

By: WarmMilk



AN: I like writing this story, so even if no one's reading, I think I'll keep going. :)

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Over the weeks that followed, it seemed I couldn't go anywhere without bumping into David. The man I'd just met was becoming one of the few constant male presences in my life. On my way to classes he always seemed to be out for a smoke, walking his dog, or washing his car. If it were any other man, I wouldn't have been bothered, but David knew just how to push my buttons. It wasn't even what he said that got to me -- it was what he didn't say. It was his eyes, and that odd, piercing gaze he'd perfected.

If David "happened" to be sitting on the stoop of his apartment when I walked by, I didn't have to see his face to know he was watching me. I could feel him groping without touching -- pinching and prodding with humor. It only took one glance to drive me up the wall.

But the subtle torture didn't end there. At night, I would often glimpse David watching television in his bedroom. Now, normally it wouldn't have been anything special, but David was far from normal. He was hiding something from me -- something juicy.

Ever since I'd spied on him so many weeks before, it seemed that David was making the conscious decision to always shut the blinds was when he was entertaining a female. No longer was I treated to visions of a half-naked hunk tying or handcuffing his lady friends. Instead, David seemed to be keenly aware of my sneaking, and instead only allowed me to see him lead the woman to his bed, fully clothed.

They came in all shapes, colors and sizes, but seemed to be in the same age range -- late twenties to early thirties. Still, it amazed me to know that he could get so much ass while acting like a such a douchebag.

'What the hell is his appeal?'

I always hid behind the curtains as David led them in, and I knew he knew it. How? Well, every night before drawing his own curtains, David would make sure to pause and throw a wave my way. It was total obnoxious jackass behavior, but still, I couldn't bring myself to look away. There was something about David that intrigued me. Something about how smug and overtly sexual he was.

'What's that saying about good girls and bad boys...?'

"Why don't you just ask him out or something?" Blaine confronted me one evening after I was caught crouched behind a section of curtain.

"Never!" I gave her a dangerous look. "He's a psycho! Besides, you know I'm with Mark."

It occurred to me that I was protesting far too loudly, but Blaine was already halfway down my throat.

"Mark, Mark, Mark!" she seemed to be channeling Marsha Brady. "What does he have, a magic dick? What's it going to take for you to realize that he's screwing you over?"

"Well maybe I like being scr—

"—hey," Blaine held tight on my arm so I couldn't budge. "Is that my dress?"

When she gestured, I yanked away from her in embarrassment. All her talk reminded me of the date I was going on that night. The date I'd begged Mark for all week, and had to blow him twice just to get him to agree to. We planned to have dinner together and talk about the future. Of course, the planning was more me than him, and I was sure he wouldn't be eager about the conversation subject matter, but I was hopeful. I was always hopeful.

"I didn't have anything good enough," I huffed at her. I knew Blaine wanted to say something smart in response, but there was a sad look in her eyes.

"He doesn't have your best interests at heart." Her hands went out for me again, but I deftly avoided them.

"And who does?" I scoffed at Laila. "You? Playboy over there?"

"Why are you so hostile lately?"

I took a deep breath and then let it out, slowly. "You really don't get it, Blaine. You go out all the time. All I want is someone who returns my feelings. For once. Someone who only wants me. Someone who's not using me to get to you, or to see if I'm easier than you, but wants me. For me."

Blaine's gaze seemed to soften a bit at hearing those words, but I didn't want to dwell on it. She had already assumed I wasn't grown up enough for her. I turned away quickly and smoothed some nonexistent wrinkles from the curtains.

All of a sudden, I felt Blaine's arms wrap around me from behind. "Look, maybe we should talk..."

The doorbell rang, and I pulled out of Blaine's hold. "That's Mark!"

I was saved.

"Please," Blaine tried again, but I just ignored her and swung open the front door. Maybe I was acting a bit silly -- childish, even, but I couldn't talk to Blaine about what I was feeling. I couldn't talk to anyone.

"I'll see you later. Don't wait up," I told her.

The moment Mark saw me, his eyes lit up with desire. I wore a gold, backless mini dress from the back of Blaine's closet. It was one she had most likely worn only once before discarding -- just like the men in her life. I told myself it was the last thing I would ever borrow from her.

I had to train myself not to pull down the back of the skirt, even when I felt it creeping up past my little treasure trove. This way, I reasoned, Mark would have something to compel him to finally seal the deal with me.

"You look great," he put an arm around my shoulder, and pulled up the door before Blaine could make her usual heated protest.

"Thanks," I gave his arm a little tap with my matching clutch and beamed.

I thought of the restaurant I had made reservations at -- a small Italian place, with close booths -- and couldn't help but smile. That night, in my mind, would be the night Mark finally stopped and took notice of what a fine woman he would be passing up if he went back on his word.

For ages I had waited, hanging on his kisses and promises. It was always "It's a bad time to walk out..." or "It'll be us together in the end," but I wanted more than that. I needed more than that.

Mark was the only man I'd ever slept with more than once, and I felt an instant connection. He loved me --I knew it. He just needed to get his head on straight.

"Look," Mark stopped me once we were out by his car. "I know I promised we'd go out tonight..."

I lowered my eyes to the pavement and began shaking my head in disbelief. "Come on...you said you weren't going to go back on your word. You swore."

Mark leaned down and pushed some of the hair from my face. The gentle touch gave me shivers, and I had to hide it from him.

"Yeah, look, babe I know, but..." he added a soft kiss into the mix. "How about we just get a room somewhere, huh? You can pick the place -- somewhere ritzy- anything. I'm just dying to get you out of this dress..."

"Mark, you swore!" I stomped my foot and wobbled in my high heels -- the heels I'd bought to stand up to at least half his height -- the heels I'd spent hours pacing around my room in just to make sure I wouldn't trip and embarrass myself.

'What a joke...'

He laughed at me and shrugged my nonsense off with a smile. I really was behaving like a kid.

"Come on, don't be childish." Mark tapped my chin and ran a warm hand down the opening in the back of my dress. His fingertips pressed in and kneaded gently. I couldn't help but draw closer.

"You shouldn't have worn this if you wanted me to take you seriously, darling."

I looked up at him, dumbfounded, but as usual, Mark had no sympathy to give me. Just a condescending smile guised under a sheath of good nature. I fell for it every time.

Mark dipped his head to kiss me, and stroked my hair once more as our lips touched. I was obedient in my response, and when his tongue swept into my mouth, my heart pounded a little faster. He did strange things to me, that man, despite how angry he made me.

"Hurry up," Mark ushered me into the car. I opened my own door, and when I got in, could see the beginnings of a tent in his trousers.

"Like what you see?" he raised a brow at me as I buckled my seatbelt.

I tried my best not to stare. Mark was standing at attention for me. Because he was turned on by me. Because he loved...me.

"Yeah," I sounded unusually timid, but I knew it got Mark off. That was the shy, sweet side of me he'd been attracted to in the first place.

Mark put the car into gear and then grabbed my hand. I knew what was coming, but didn't resist. What would have been the point, anyway?

There was something so thrilling about sitting there with a hand down his pants, palming that thick heat while he drove. I made slow strokes down the length of him, and nudged the zipper down further with my fingertips. Mark made soft groaning noises, low in his throat, and I tried to coax out more. Moment by moment, I could feel the tip of his cock growing slick and wet with precum.

"Fuck, you're the best..." Mark slid his free hand over the back of my head and ruffled my hair. His voice was deeper and huskier, the way it always got when he was aroused.

I stopped stroking suddenly and Mark took his eyes off the road for a moment. He raised a brow, smiling. "What's wrong, baby girl...don't you wanna kiss it for me?"

He pushed his hips up from the seat and is cock jutted out far enough to touch the steering wheel. If I bent slightly, I would be easily be able to wrap my lips around the head. But instead of doing so, I merely swirled my finger around the tip.

"When we get there..." I bit my lips together to stall for a moment. Mark averted his eyes back to the road."...can we at least talk first?" I tried to sound sure of myself, but my voice was a whisper.

"Mn?" Mark removed his hand from my hair and loosened his tie while he drove. "Sure sweetheart, we'll talk. Whatever you want."

But we didn't talk. As soon as we got to the hotel, Mark barely gave me time to observe the surroundings. His movements were like clockwork, and he did everything to keep me from getting serious.

"Spin around for me," Mark leaned back on the bed while I slipped out of my heels. I did as I was told, but instead of feeling somber about it, I was aroused. Any other girl would have gone on being pissed, but there was something about the way Marl looked at me that always lifted my spirits.

"Like it?" I did a little twirl on my tiptoes and the back of my dress flared up.

I heard Mark's sharp intake of breath, and giggled. It made me proud to know I was doing something for him that other women couldn't. Little old me.

"I love it," Mark came to me quietly, and slid his hands over my bare arms. His pants were long gone and I could feel that familiar heat pressing at my hip. He inched my dress up a little further and then led me toward the bed.

"You're always so fucking sweet," Mark kissed between my shoulder blades as I positioned myself in front of him.

I kept on my stockings, the way he liked, and knelt with my back to him. Behind me, I felt the weight of the mattress dip as Mark climbed up, and his large, warm hands on my bottom. I let out a quiet squeak of approval as he squeezed, parted, and lightly slapped the supple cheeks. He always loved to hear me squeal, and who was I to deny him that satisfaction?

Blaine was wrong about Mark. It didn't matter that he was older -- that was just a plus. I'd never been particularly interested in the boys may age, and now I knew why. Mark had real experience and maturity. He knew exactly what made me tick and every night, he taught me incredible new things.

I bent low on the bed before him so that my bottom was in the air, and my pussy pressed close to his face. I could feel Mark's warm breath on the smooth, shaven lips, and it made me moist. However, instead of feeling his warm tongue probing, Mark pushed a thick finger inside me. I squirmed against the sheets and pushed back against his hand.

"How does that feel?" he murmured. I could only sigh out a response. While he flexed his finger inside me, I swayed my hips from side to side, covering it with my juices. I was a hard girl to warm up sometimes, but as long as Mark took it slow, I would be in heaven the entire night.

"Want more?" he leaned over me and I could practically hear him grinning. His free hand molded over my ass and pulled me closer as he pushed yet another digit inside me.

I went warm all over at the touch and clawed the bed sheets while he began to thrust them.

"Slowly..." I moaned, but I could hear Mark chuckle.

He placed a firm hand against the small of my back, and guided me until my chest was pressed flat against the set of pillows on the mattress. I had no choice but to remain there on my hands and knees, frozen, waiting for his next move. When finally he removed his fingers, I was caught between feelings of longing and relief. He really could be too rough sometimes. He wasn't like Blaine -- he didn't understand what I was feeling or where I needed to be touched, but I assumed it would come with time.

"Suck them," Mark came forward and offered his fingers to me.

He held his hand low, just above his cock, and I could feel it twitch against my throat while I took his fingers deep. They were sticky and warm with my juices. I twirled my tongue around the tips and slide it over the length, just as if it were his dick. All the while, shimmering pearls of precum formed at his tip and stuck to my skin. When Mark finally pulled back, he didn't have to say a word. I pushed the rosy head of his cock between my lips and sucked firmly.

As if by reflex, Mark's hands flew into my hair and jerked to yank me closer. His length choked me at first, but it felt good to have him so close. My hot tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, and my nose brushed his smooth, firm tummy. For a long while, he just held me there, groaning softly while I swallowed and struggled for breath. Every gasp drew his cock deeper in my throat and coated it with saliva.

"Look up at me," Mark pulled my head back before I had the chance to tilt it myself. It stung a little, but I loved to watch him in pleasure and see that slight red tinge in his ears and on his neck when he was aroused. He loved seeing my eyes when I sucked him that way. Wide and desperate, pricked with tears when he gagged my throat.

When he finally let up, I dragged my lips from his cock and jerked it in my palm. There was something amazing about the way he felt. So hot and hard... men were just so arousing. From the delightful little noises they made when I touched my tongue to their tip to the lovely pulsing sensation I felt when they came inside me. It was all so addicting.

With my eyes on Mark's, I began to slide him into my mouth again, but he halted me. His large, warm hands skimmed over my sides and for a moment, I was floating on air. Mark hooked his arms under mine and lifted until I was far enough up the bed, then plopped me back down on the mattress. I giggled, and when he leaned over me again, I felt his cock twitch against my thigh.

"Here," I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. "Squeeze them. I love it when you..."

Mark pulled his hand away and instead, dipped his head to my tummy. He was a man on a mission and his kisses made a beeline down over my bellybutton to the treasure between my legs. Although I had expected it, the feeling still made me gasp. His tongue worked slow, hot circles over my clit and once more I felt his finger join in. I grabbed his hair with one hand and pinched my nipples with the other, taking over the sensitive spots he'd neglected.

"That's good..." My hand slipped from Mark's hair and I began to claw his back. "So good..."

Mark added another finger and I bit the pillow to stifle a squeal. The wet squishing of his digits inside me coupled with his suction on my clit was about to send me over the edge, and he knew it. He knew it, so he pulled away.

"Wait..." I refused to unlock my legs from around Mark's shoulders, but he just smirked and slapped my ass.

"Turn over," he demanded, but flipped me on the bed before I could even make a move.

His hands groped at the sheets and underneath my body until they finally found my breasts. He squeezed them harshly, without any of the finesse Blaine possessed. I had wanted him to touch them before, but forgot how clumsy Mark could be when he was horny. Like a bumbling little schoolboy. It was almost funny.

He pinched my nipples, which excited me briefly, but not nearly enough to send me toward an orgasm.

"Lift your ass," he grunted in my ear, but again, before I had the chance to move, he grabbed my hips and raised them for me.

I braced myself on hands and knees and prepared myself for the feel of him. From behind, I could feel Mark easing his head against the moist lips of my pussy, but his gentle touch was gone in a flash. With one hand on my shoulder, Mark bucked forward and stuffed me full of every inch.

"Oh yeah...you're so fucking tight," he breathed on my back again, and administered a firm slap to my raised cheeks.

I opened my mouth to response, but it when Mark jerked again; I had to bite the pillow. It only took a moment for us to settle into our regular pace -- a brutal, frenzied rhythm of pushing and thrusting that left me raw and Mark wanting more. His balls, so tight and full, slapped me harshly, and made me long for the thick, hot load I knew he would soon release.

"Oh Mark," I started to look over my shoulder at him, but got my face forced back into the pillow. The further I was bent over, the more leverage he had to fuck me harder, and he loved to get deep inside me. And I loved it too. There was something about a man who could take control that aroused me.

"How do you like this big cock in your cunt, you little whore?" He finally pulled my face up again, but this time to grunt in my ear.

My breathing came in quick, desperate pants.

"It's so good!" I managed to cry, and reached behind me to find something to hold onto.

"And who's daddy's little girl?" Mark yanked my hair with considerable force.

"I am!" I squeaked, along with the bedsprings.

As Mark slammed into me, I pushed back against him with the same force. I could hear my ass slapping against his waist, and pictured him watching his thick cock squeeze in and out of me with each thrust. His grunts quickly turned animalistic, and he gripped me as if his life depended on it. Soon, I was throbbing, aching, pulsing, and dying for release.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck yes," Mark hissed out through his teeth, right below my ear. There was alcohol on his breath that I hadn't noticed before, and briefly, a dark thought startled me. But as soon as Mark pushed down on my small frame, it was shoved out of my mind. He crushed me with his weight, and I could feel all of him that way, every hot, hard inch. I couldn't move, and could barely breathe, but I was so close I didn't care.

I was simple that way. No matter how horrible he could be, the sex was fantastic. I remember thinking it was shameful to enjoy something so carnal, so brutal, but that was before I'd ever experienced sex with Mark.

At once, my body tensed and jerked with release. I squealed into the pillow and let it fill my mouth as Mark filled my pussy. Once I came, he couldn't resist. The entire weight of his body smothered me, and he continued to thrust until every drop of his arousal had been spent.

"That's it, baby..."

Even as he finished, Mark kept his hold on me tight. "Good girl."

Half an hour later, I remained face down on the hotel bed while Mark busied himself in the shower. The smell of sex and sweat still clung to the sheets, and so did I. Reality always hit hardest after we'd finished fucking.

I hadn't told Mark any of the things I'd wanted to, and I could practically feel Blaine laughing and taunting me already. 'I told you so,' she'd say. 'He's only using you for ass!'

But it wasn't true. After all, he'd chosen me. He'd made love with Blaine and he decided he wanted me, not her. There was obviously something there.


How I Met My Master Ch. 03



There had to be.

Although my body ached, I dragged myself out of bed and to the bathroom door. I couldn't hear the water running anymore, but I was sure that even if Mark was finished, I'd be able to coax him back under the shower with a few soft kisses. However, as soon as I reached for the doorknob, I heard Mark's voice, and the sick feeling I'd experienced before came back in a flash.

"Yeah, honey, I...I just got done with that extra work." Mark sounded slightly humored. "Yeah...I know, I'm sorry I had to run out on you like that."

I leaned against the doorframe and remembered the smell of alcohol on Mark's breath. Not beer, but some fruity drink. Nothing he'd ever order with me.

"I'll be home in an hour, "he continued. "And yeah, I'll bring you home some of that ice cream you like. It's a promise. Love you, babe."

The door opened before I could move away, and I suddenly found myself standing naked and helpless in front of a fully clothed Mark. He reeked of cologne and hotel bath salts.

'Of course. He can't go home smelling like the whore.'

Mark sidestepped me without a word, and refused to make eye contact.

"Hey," he started only once he'd stepped into his shoes. "Something just came up—

"—your wife?" I wrapped my arms around myself and leaned against the doorframe.

Mark sighed out loudly, as if that alone was supposed to make me believe he had regrets. "Look, sweetheart, don't be pissed. I'll take you home real quick, and next time--

"—it's always next time..." I hadn't meant it to come out with a whine, but it did. I tried to calm myself, but by that time, Mark had shrugged me off and was searching for his tie under a pile of my clothes.

"You didn't have any intention of eating dinner with me tonight, did you?" I followed him around the room, still stark naked.

"If you don't get dressed now you're going to catch a cold or something." he didn't bother to look at me.

"You already ate with her. Had drinks with her. You keep..." I stomped across the room and ripped the tie out of Mark's hands once he'd found it. "God, what hold does she have on you?!"

"She's my wife!" He pushed me.

It didn't have much force behind it, but I still fell backward onto the bed.

I wasn't an idiot. I knew what he was saying to me, and yet...I just couldn't let go.

"Why don't you just explain to her?" I whimpered.

"There's nothing to explain," Mark picked up my dress and tossed it to me. "I thought you'd grown up a little, you know..."

"Me? Grow up?" It took all of my strength not to sob. "You said you were going to leave her. You...said..."

I tried to pull myself together, and Mark observed me carefully for a long moment, before coming to my side.

"Why are you getting so bent out of shape over this?" he crouched and took my face in his hands. "We're having fun, aren't we? You know you're my number one..."

Number one what? I wondered.

I took hold of his sleeve. "Maybe she's open," I tried again. "You could just tell her how you feel about me and...and maybe it would be okay! I'd share my time—

Mark shook his head at me and finally stood. I could tell he was annoyed, but there was nothing I could do about the things I was feeling in that moment. All of a sudden, I could smell the fruity wine on his breath again, but this time it was overwhelming.

"I'll give you a ride home," he repeated, but this time there was no gentle lilt in his voice.

I remained where I was on the bed, slouched over a little, and just shook my head.

"I'll find my own way back," I picked up my dress from where Mark had tossed it and hugged the damp fabric to my chest.

I could tell Mark was growing tired of my attitude, but for once, I didn't retract my statements. I wasn't his eager to please little girl anymore.

He sighed loudly and glanced at his watch. "Okay, alright. Stay here as long as you want. Order room service, whatever. It's on me."

Mark leaned in front of me and attempted to kiss my forehead, but I turned away.

"Baby, I'll make it up to you, I promise," Mark smiled brightly and ruffled my hair. "Don't act like such a little kid, huh? It's not attractive."

Kid.

A little kid.

I was so tired of hearing those goddamn words. "Yeah? A little kid you like to fuck! Well doesn't that make you a—

"—hey, don't start," Mark grabbed my shoulder in warning, and then glanced at his watch. Obviously, he had other, more important things to deal with.

"Go home to your wife," I told him, and though I hadn't meant it, he left.

Just like that, Mark turned and walked out of the hotel room. He didn't even try to kiss me again, try to hold me, tell me that everything would be okay. He was out before I could even form a proper emotional response. It was bizarre how quickly things had disintegrated.

But when I looked in the mirror -- really looked -- and saw what I had become, it didn't take long to stop feeling angry with Mark and start feeling angry at myself. After all, he never made me do anything.

And as long as Mark was paying for the room, there really was no reason why I shouldn't do as he said and enjoy the hospitality. After slipping back into my dress, I rooted through the minibar and drained four mini bottles of peppermint schnapps before ordering several bottles of their most expensive vodka and the most lavish desert plate they had to offer.

I wasn't even legally allowed to drink, but I didn't bother to mull over the irony of it all. When the order came up, I just tilted one of the frosted bottles of Grey Goose to my lips and drank as much as I could stand before it started to turn my stomach. Then, I emptied the rest of the bottle all over the bed sheets. Hopefully, I mused, they'd charge him big for that too.

When the tray of sweets came, I couldn't eat them. I just stared at the perfect cakes and tarts and then overturned them on the floor.

Childish, I'd show him childish.

The room looked as if a typhoon had gone through it by the time I stumbled out onto the street. I smiled, wondering how he'd explain that charge to his wife. But my little grin faded when I felt rain begin to fall. It was then, standing beneath a streetlight, I realized that I'd put my dress on backward. The lovely, deep slit down the back that I had been proud of was now open across my breasts and stomach, stopping just under the waistband of my panties. It wasn't made for me in the first place.

None of it was me.

Feeling tipsy and pathetic, I closed the dress with one hand and staggered ten blocks back to my neighborhood. Instead of going down towards my apartment, however, I trailed back and into the shadow of David's building -- where the streetlights didn't work quite right. Somewhere in my mind, it was better to sit on the side of the road than to go back to Blaine, a simpering little thing, just to be comforted with a string of "I told you so's." She was never very good about being subtle or sensitive to anyone else's emotions.

I was just afraid to face her; afraid that we'd slip back into our old comfortable role of sex partners when it suited us. But regardless of my fears, when it started to rain, I knew I had to go somewhere, even if it meant tucking my tail between my legs and cuddling up to Blaine. However, as soon I stood, I was startled by a chuckle.

"Ah...I thought I saw a lunatic. What the hell are you doing out here?"

Over the past few weeks, I had heard David's voice enough to recognize it immediately. As I turned, sure enough, there he was, walking with a leash and umbrella in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. He awaited my response, but I stared at him dumbly, noting briefly that he didn't offer me the umbrella.

My gaze traveled to David's hand and the twitching leash he held. At the end of it was a little grey puppy, bouncing around and darting through his legs. It yipped excitedly, despite being soaked through by the rain. It was almost funny. I didn't see him as a "puppy" kind of guy. When David cleared his throat I was snapped back to reality.

"I'm just sitting," I said lamely. "Do you have some issue with that?"

David's eyes wandered over my body slowly, and I remembered my dress. The front was wide open and freely bared my breasts. I wrapped my arms around myself, immediately.

"I saw you go out with gramps earlier..." he teased. "What happened? Viagra not kick in soon enough? You look pretty unsatisfied..."

David's little smirk widened into a full on grin as he waited for me to explode, but I remained silent. I was too tired to fight him, and standing there in the rain, wet and shivering, I began to almost welcome his presence.

"Why don't you satisfy me?" the words came out before I could stop them.

For a long while, David just stared at me, limp cigarette hanging from between his lips. He couldn't believe I said it, and neither could I. I contemplated running on home before I humiliated myself any further, but then again, thought of Blaine. She was probably sitting up just waiting for me to come home with disappointing news about Mark.

I stumbled a little on my feet and at that moment, something in David seemed to click.

"Go home," his tone suddenly became stern. "You look like a fucking drowned rat, and for God's sake, I want to be able to sleep tonight. God forbid you get raped out here or some shit. The screaming will keep me awake."

I zoned out a little during his little tirade and only took notice when David began to turn and yank his dog along. Desperate, I jumped in his path.

"Let me come upstairs with you," I was unusually bold. "You can look after me."

A smile flashed over David's lips, but it turned into a frown when he leaned into me. "You reek of booze."

"I'm sober," I asserted, but the truth was apparent in my state of dress.

"Yeah, and I'm nice," David pushed a bit of wet hair from his eyes. "Go home," he repeated.

"I thought you liked me," I stood on my tiptoes to get up in David's face. A soft giggle escaped from my throat. "Huh? Thought you liked my ass."

He paused for a moment, as if in thought, but then waved me off. "You're wasted."

David started to turn away from me again and I felt panicked. I wasn't about to be humiliated twice in one night. I wasn't going to let him turn his back on me. He wouldn't deny me.

No way.

"I'm telling you I'm not!" I shouted, and sent David's dog into a barking fury.

"Calm the fuck down, will you?" he snapped at me, and then heaved a sigh. "Christ..."

I chewed my lips and David ran a hand through his hair again, sifting dark silken strands through pale fingertips. I was entranced.

"Look, come up for a couple seconds and I'll call Blaine to pick --"

David didn't even have to finish his sentence. I latched onto his arm with a little grin, and was surprised by just how warm he was. Before I had time to enjoy that warmth, however, David pulled away. I looked up to his face for an explanation, but he kept his eyes straight out in front of him, saying nothing. We were silent the whole walk back to his apartment, save for a few sharp barks from his puppy.

"They let you keep a pet?" I leaned against the railing on the steps of David's apartment as he dug through his pockets for the keys.

He didn't answer me, but I didn't mind. Moment by moment, my body began to feel heavy and all I wanted was a place to sleep. When David finally got the door open, I followed him drowsily into the elevator, and at one point, had to grab the edge of his jacket to keep from falling over. Though David grunted in disgust, he gently hoisted me onto his back and let me piggyback him up the few stairs to his door.

"Don't puke on my shit, okay?" he warned me as soon as he let me down inside the apartment.

I just waved him off.

I couldn't help but notice that his place was much nicer than the one I shared with Blaine -- more modern and expensive looking. All the furniture was sleek black and white, and looked impeccably clean.

"Wow..." I staggered across the room. "How much is your rent?"

"None of your business," David sounded exasperated.

He went first to the answering machine to check his messages, and his little dog trotted beside him, obediently. I noticed all the voicemail seemed to be from women, but he deleted them without writing down a single number.

Feeling a little uneven, I started to sit on the couch, but David was quick to scold me again.

"Don't sit there. You're soaking," he grabbed a blanket from a closet out of my reach, and threw it down.

"Now?" I sighed.

"Have at it," I plopped down before he had even really cleared out of the way and when I landed, made sure to spread my thighs provocatively. I was certain that he could see my panties perfectly from his spot before me.

As I expected, David's eyes lingered on my wet, scantily clad form for quite a while longer than necessary. I pictured his gaze lingering on the outline of my pussy, admiring the way the wet lace of my panties clung to the smooth lips. I patted the spot next to me on the sectional, but David just rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to call Blaine," he moved into the kitchen again and grabbed the phone from its base.

"Why? Three's a crowd," my tease came out as a whiny moan.

"A little birdie told me you didn't always think so," he smirked at me and I gasped.

'Blaine...Blaine told him?'

"You bothered that I know?" David's smile grew wider and although I was seeing two of him, I tried my best to keep a straight face. He was goading me, but even drunk, I knew better than to fall into that trap.

"Why don't you just let me sleep it off this buzz? If not in your bed, then..." I started to stretch out on his couch, and David dropped the phone in his rush to stop me. I heard his hurried footsteps against the tile and then before I could react, he was on top of me.

"I'm warning you..." both of his hands were glued to my wrists, keeping me steady. There was a deathly serious tone to his voice that gave me shivers. If I was sober, I would have high-tailed it out of there, but drunk, I found David highly amusing.

"Yeah?" I dragged my body down with a jerk and immediately; he dropped his hands from mine to brace himself. His body hovered mere centimeters over mine, and I could smell the fresh, clean scent of rain on his skin. His knee fell between my spread thighs, and while he was distracted, I placed his hand over my breast. I was certain he could feel the stiff nipple against his palm.

"You..."

He narrowed his eyes at me, but I pushed up without warning, forcing my lips on his before he could even finish his sentence. They were warm and soft against my wet, but when I received no reaction, I let him pull away slowly.

"...whore." he said flatly, and let me fall back on the couch with a thump.

"You're lucky I like dirty talk..." I smiled even though I was feeling annoyed at his impassivity.

"Something tells me that's not the only thing you like dirty," he touched his lips briefly, and then gave a disgusted sigh.

A tense silence settled in the room and I watched as David walked back to the kitchen. Wordlessly, he opened the fridge and began slowly preparing a martini.

"Why are you playing hard to get? You were all flirty in the coffee shop..." I tried to stand up, but ended up tripping on the edge of David's carpet. I yelped, grabbed onto the couch to steady myself, hardly noticing when the left half of my dress slid off my shoulder. I expected David to look up, but he just plopped an olive into the glass and started dialing Blaine again.

"Desperation is not attractive," he warned me and I flopped back on the couch while he no doubt listened to Blaine's phone ringing off the hook.

"Where the hell is that bitch?" he muttered through a sip of his drink.

"Probably fucking someone..." I pressed my face into one of the cool leather pillows and heard David curse. I thought he was spouting something about loose women, but as I drifted, the less clear things became. I heard his footsteps coming close again and then another string of indecipherable words, but couldn't bring myself to force my eyes open. I was more than halfway gone.

For a moment, there was the soft, warm pressure of something on my shoulder.

"Stupid kid." I heard him mutter, and the warmth slowly traveled up my back, to my neck, and finally laid to rest in my hair.

I smelled the rain again, that cool, crisp scent, and the tension in my body faded away. My breath came easier, my muscles relaxed, and for the first time in a long while I drifted into a sound sleep.



How I Met My Master Ch. 04



AN: Sorry for this update taking such a long time. I was abroad for two months doing a language study. Thankfully, however, I have a semester off and that means way more time to upload new chapters/audios! Yay! I hope you enjoy this chapter even though it's pretty low on anything sexual. Chapter 5, however...

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Blaine always loved to tell me stories of her "mornings after." For her, it was almost as exciting the sex itself. "This great hazy feeling... the heaviness of your body...the excitement that comes from trying to piece together last night's events." She always smiled as she said those words, dreamily, as if it was the greatest high one could ever get.

I'd look at her as if she was insane and she'd just say, "you'll get it when it happens. It'll be amazing."

But it wasn't.

Blaine was an idiot.

It wasn't amazing or heavenly or anything even close to any of that nonsense. When I woke up on a strange black couch in a room I wasn't familiar with, wearing scuffed and wrinkled clothing, my heart was racing -- and not with excitement.

My hand flew to my head as soon as I sat up, suddenly overtaken with an intense throbbing at my temples.

"Shit," I tried to pull myself up, but my legs were like jelly. Scanning the room again, I couldn't for the life of me remember what I'd done the night before. My head was swimming and my body felt weak. It wasn't long before I drifted into panic mode.

'Was I drinking? Did someone put something in my drink? Did I...did I go home with someone? Did he...'

I felt all over myself frantically, and after a moment of shock, finally was able to register things. My dressed was wrinkled and stunk of alcohol, but at least it was still on. I breathed a sigh of relief for that, but only that. My head was still spinning and I couldn't place anything in the apartment. Everything was too expensive and clean for it to be my place, and I didn't know anyone who owned a genuine leather couch.

'L-leather...' I pressed one hand flat to my forehead, remembering. 'He said I'd ruin the...'

"Finally, you're up."

As soon as I heard the voice, I fell off the couch and onto the tile floor. Even if I wasn't able to remember my own name, I would never be able to forget that voice.

"You!" I tried to stand, but my legs were jelly. David stood above me with a mug of coffee in his hands, grinning like the cat that ate the fucking canary.

He looked different than before, I noticed. A little messier, but not any less gorgeous. His hair was rumpled and sticking out in places from bed, and his almond eyes were framed by thick, black frames. They didn't look as dorky as my frames -- they actually lightened his face and drew attention to striking cheekbones. I didn't want to look, but I did, trailing my gaze to his firm, bare chest. For a moment, I imagined touching that chest -- raking my nails down it.... Feeling it pressed up against my back as he --

Shit.

'Why does morning look so good on douchebags?' I thought, bitterly.

Out of nowhere, David held his cup close to my face, and the bitter smell made me nauseous. Just as I felt bile reaching the back of my throat, he drew it back and chuckled.

"Morning sunshine," he stuck out a hand to help me to my feet, but just as I reached for it, pulled away.

'Asshole.'

For a guy so much older than me, he really had a habit of behaving like a schoolboy. From the time I'd first encountered David, I couldn't recall one mature thing he'd done. I watched a slow smirk spread across his lips and fumed. If it was his house I'd wound up in, I knew something had gone drastically wrong the night before.

"You bastard! What did you do to me?" I managed to pull myself up onto my hands and knees, but David ignored my struggle and took a sip from his mug.

"You know, that's a damn nice position," he remarked, and I jerked up as quickly as I could.

I had to brace myself on the couch to keep from falling, and David seemed to be highly amused by the sight. I imagined how I looked to him -- disoriented and angry, like a petulant child. While David let his eyes wander, I tried to remember the night before. My head was swimming from alcohol no doubt, and it didn't take me long to remember the vodka. Slowly, things started to sink in. I remembered Mark...the hotel, and then sudden, David. His voice, his touch...

"Oh my god..." I looked down at my crumpled dress. "We...I...we...did we—"

"—stop freaking out, fetus." David was quick to interrupt me. He came forward and pushed my forehead with two fingers. Still weak on my feet, the slight pressure sent me falling back onto the couch again. David stood over me proudly.

"If I had hit that, you'd be out on your ass by now," he paused to chuckle. "This isn't daycare. Kids don't stay for free."

I tried my best to ignore the comment and the smug look on his face. "Then..."

"We didn't get it on; scout's honor." David saluted me with his middle finger raised. As soon as I scrunched my face into a frown, he set his cup on the coffee table and to my surprise, took a seat beside me on the leather couch.

All of a sudden, I was taken back to the night before. I heard his voice scolding me about being wet, and snapped back to reality. David's large hand was creeping up my bare thigh and I wasn't wearing panties.

'Why the hell aren't I wearing panties?'

"After screwing gramps..." he spoke close to my ear and I could smell a mix of coffee and smoke on his breath. "You came here and imposed on me."

His face began to get closer to my neck, and I felt frozen with fear. I didn't really know David at all, but there I was, alone in his apartment, his lips inches from my skin. This was the same man I'd witnessed forcing a woman into his bed, overpowering her and smirking every step of the way. I wasn't anywhere near as tall or as old as her. If he tried the same thing with me, I wasn't sure I'd be able to fight back.

"My-my pan..." I tried to stand, but David caught my wrist with his free hand. The other remained on my thigh, the pads of his fingertips pressing hard.

"Relax," His voice was unusually smooth. "They were all wet. I thought I'd let them dry off for you,"

He chuckled and pointed outside to show my pink thong hanging from a clothesline on his balcony for all to see.

I felt violated. There was no way -- drunk or not -- that I'd voluntarily let some creep slide his hands under my dress. I knew what that meant. While I was sleeping off my drinks, he'd taken them from me. He'd touched me and...

What if he...

"Don't worry kid," he waved a hand in front of my face. "I like my girls awake."

"You had no right," I squeezed my thighs together. "You-you had no reason!"

I wasn't sure if it was the lighting in the room, but David's eyes seemed to darken. "So what..." he leaned in further. "You think I invited you here?"

I had to press a hand against his chest to keep him from going any further. The bare skin felt warm and enticing under my fingertips.

'NO!'

I had to shake my head to clear my thoughts.

"You have a lot of nerve comparing taking someone's underwear off and sleeping off a few drinks on a guy's couch!" With the same hand, I attempted to push David back, but he grabbed my wrist firmly.

"Hey, easy now... I was only trying to make sure you didn't catch a cold..." he whispered on my ear, and though I wanted nothing more than to fume and yell at his ridiculous excuse, I felt frozen.

My brown eyes focused on his and for some reason, I couldn't look away. Up close, David was so very different from the last time I'd seen him. In the coffee shop, he'd looked much more easy-going and soft, but there, under his gaze, I only saw intensity and a silent threat. His eyes, still sleepy behind the lids, flicked over my face for a long while before he spoke again.

"That's what I like to see..." he sighed, pleased with himself. "a little fear. You know, I've never had someone as young as you. All guys talk so much crap about young girls being the best. About their bodies— so beautiful...everything so perky and soft... I wonder if it's true."

I made a move to look away that time, but David gripped my chin with one hand. There was a distinct force behind it, and the sharp narrowing of his eyes told me not to try it again. The touch alone sent me back to the night I'd watched him through my window with his lady friend. David didn't seem to be the type that took 'no' for an answer.

"How about it, kid? You think it's true?" David chuckled and I could smell his breath again -- that same stale mix of coffee and cigarettes.

"Let. Me. Go." I tried, but his smile only seemed to widen at the plea.

"If I didn't know the truth, I'd say you were untouched. That's how perfect you look. From here..." he brushed a few dark curls from my face and then trailed his hand down my chest, lower and lower until he was under the skirt again.

"No..." I struggled, but he didn't touch. I expected him to press in, but he stopped.

"To there," he let me go and picked up his cup again. I tried to catch my breath.

"But don't worry," he grinned at me. "I know the truth."

"I'm not a whore," I said under my breath. "I'm not—

"—like Blaine?" David raised both brows and I shot up from the couch, enraged. He could say what he wanted about me, but not her. Never her.

"You take that back! I wasn't-I'm not-

"—Nah..." he paused to smirk. "...you're not like Blaine at all. Just a silly little sexually frustrated girl with a daddy complex."

David cupped his mug in both hands and crept up on me as I backed away, edging toward the wall. The smirk on his lips grew wider, and was beginning to tick me off. All of a sudden, I remembered the snide comment he'd made the night before about my threesome with Blaine and Mark.

How did he even know?

'Did Blaine...'

"Men don't like indecisive little brats, you know." he stalked up on me again and instead of meeting his gaze, I glared at the marble tiles beneath my bare feet. "You'd better make up your mind about who you want to be, kid."

"Shut up," my demand came out as a whisper, even in the silence of the room. "You don't know anything about me."

David didn't even bother to look me in the eye.

"I don't need to," he sounded smooth, confident. "I've known girls just like you. I've done girls just like you. They're inexperienced, immature, and think all they have to contribute to sex is 'cute.'"

David was quickly getting to me, and that in and of itself was disturbing me. The man didn't seem to have an 'off' button. When I heard his breath quicken a little, I wondered if he was actually getting off on my misery.

"It's pathetic," he leaned in again. "no self-respecting man has no time for that shit."

I hid my face, hands trembling. I'd never wanted to strangle someone more in my entire life.

"Oh man... you want to cry, don't you?" he touched my shoulder and then gripped hard so I couldn't jerk away. "You baby."

The anger boiled inside me, but for some reason, I couldn't manage to find my voice.

"I said shut—

"—he fucks you and ditches you and you think 'that's just tops,' don't you? You must think you're having the best damn sex ever to keep going back to that prick."

I bowed my head quickly to hide the shame in my eyes. It wasn't anything I hadn't heard a million times before from Blaine, but from a near stranger, the words sounded more biting -- more... vicious.

"How sad..." he balanced his mug in his empty hand and stroked warm fingertips against my cheek. "You don't even know what you really want, do you?"

A strange silence settled between us and I heard David laugh. It hurt me, that laugh. More than it should have. The dull ache between my temples intensified, and I felt tears threatening to prick at the corners of my eyes.

"It hurts..." I panted, tilting my head down.

"Yeah..." David finally let me go and took a step back. His eyes slanted towards the floor. "...it must, huh?"

When the distance between us increased, I was finally able to breathe. I wasn't sure what pain I was referring to, and I'm sure neither was he, but the accusation hung in the air like dead weight.

"Aspirin...." I whispered. "Please. Do you have any?"

"Of course I do," David answered me quickly, but then continued drinking his coffee as if nothing had been said. A stream of curses threatened to spill from my lips as I watched him do nothing,

"You...you're a t --

The doorbell rang and I scrambled to cover myself. David answered the door without even bothering to set down his mug and as soon as the lock clicked open, I heard a familiar shout.

"Where the fuck is she?" Blaine burst through the doorway with her keys in one hand and purse in the other. I gripped my head and staggered, barefoot, to the archway.

"Good morning to you too, Blaine." David was still standing at the front door, holding it open. Blaine paid him no mind, and instead made a beeline for me.

"Jesus," she snatched me up by the arm. "You look like a complete mess. Did you—

I sneezed and she took in my wrinkled attire. "—you got caught in the rain, didn't you, sweetie?"

All of a sudden, I couldn't find my voice -- couldn't figure out whether letting Blaine coddle me was a good thing or not. Before I could open my mouth, David swooped in.

"You know...this is heartwarming and everything, but..." he gestured to a large water stain on his couch. "Someone will have to pay for this."

I couldn't hide my scowl.

"And by someone," he stepped forward and pointed at me. "I mean, you."

As if on instinct, Blaine's grip on my wrist tightened.

"Forget it. This is going to be the last you'll be seeing of her, so get your mind out of the damn gutter, David."

She helped me into my shoes at the door, but I couldn't help but notice the unspoken tension between them. David had been nothing but smug and controlling with me, but when he spoke to Blaine, it was almost as if they had a repertoire that kept them on the same level.

"I'm not joking, Blaine." David finally put down the mug. "The couch was expensive and your little 'pet' here ruined it."

Though he directed his comments at Blaine, David's eyes never left mine. As quickly as possible, I broke the stare-down and let my gaze wander to the couch again.

Big mistake.

I instantly felt ill. I didn't even have a job -- how in the world could I afford to replace something like that?

"She's sorry, okay? I'll write a damn check." Blaine dragged me behind her and attempted to act as a human shield. David, however, was faster, and grabbed hold of my other arm.

"I think I'd prefer it if she just worked off the debt." He made sure I looked him in the eye, and once again I felt a shiver. Last night's events came back in a flash, and I remembered how standoffish he'd been when I was drunk. Now that I was sober, he was the same letch I'd met in the coffee shop. Though he infuriated me, I was strangely curious.

"If you have trouble getting laid, go find some whore! She's off limits!" Blaine was so close to David I could imagine spit flying in his face. She often did have issues controlling herself.

"Wait..." I tried, but Blaine started yelling again and I was drowned out. David turned his face away from her and to me again. He'd somehow seemed to hear me. Just that fact was astonishing. It had been a while since anyone had bothered to pay real attention to what I wanted.

"I think I should just..." once more, Blaine's rant swallowed my opinion, and once more, David's gaze challenged me, dared me to speak up.

I couldn't help but think back to his mean-spirited taunting.

"...men don't like indecisive little brats."

"...you don't even know what you really want, do you?"

"...you'd better make up your mind about who you want to be, kid."

'Fine,' I thought, fuming. 'I'll do it.'

"What would I have to do!?" I clenched my fists and wrenched out of Blaine's hold.

As if he'd planned the whole thing, a Cheshire cat-style grin spread over David's lips.

"Hey, what are you—

"—just spend some time with me," David cut off Blaine and fished in his pockets for a cigarette. When he came up with nothing, instead, he placed one hand on my shoulder. It was then, standing before him, I realized how much taller he was than me.

I felt dwarfed, but somehow...thrilled. It was the same strange feeling I'd gotten when I watched him weeks before with the strange blonde in his apartment. Everything he did was so calculated, so smooth, so...

'sexy.' I cursed myself for the thought, and brought my gaze to the floor.

Blaine continued to stand close to me, and watched the scene in anger. I wanted to slap his hand away from me, but I felt there was nothing I could do.

"Nothing sexual..." his hand moved up my neck and he began to play with my hair. "I mean...unless that's the road you'd like to take."

"Who the hell would want to drive down that shitty-ass road?" I stepped out of his reach and tried my best to sound defiant, but the sight of David's smirk made my voice tremble.

"You couldn't seem to keep your hands off me last night, kid..." He jerked his head a little in the direction of the panties on the balcony.

Behind me, I heard Blaine gasp.

"You didn't..." her eyes narrowed to slits, and I realized what she was inferring.

"No!" I cut in quickly. "Of course not! I can explain!"

David started to laugh, but Blaine caught him off guard with a hard shove and the older man stumbled back, away from me.

"You're damn right you will," she grabbed my arm again and this time pushed me out the door herself.

I swung around at the last minute and caught David leaning against the doorframe, shirtless, watching Blaine drag me out onto the sidewalk.

"Keep yourself available!" he waved from the doorway.

I could only manage a scowl.

When Blaine got me back to the apartment, I was too tired to entertain conversation, but she didn't seem to be sympathetic to that fact.

"Do you have any idea how worried fucking sick I was?" she stood before me as I flopped face down on the couch, still in my rumpled dress.

I knew I was in for a long lecture when she began to pepper her sentences with "fuck."

"You knew I was out with Mark," I turned over on my side so that she could hear me.

"Yeah, and? You didn't even fucking call to let me know what the fuck happened! You storm out of here with fucking Mark and the next thing I know I get a call from 'fucking twisted David-mother-fucking-Kim' saying you're passed out at his place!"

As Blaine yelled, I pushed my face into the cushions, trying to keep a handle on my emotions. For some reason, I felt as if I could cry. After what had happened the night before with Mark, I didn't even want hear his name uttered in my presence.

I could still hear his ragged pants in my ear, and the sly way he'd brushed me off when I confronted him.

My hands began to shake.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" she snapped. "Don't you even have anything to say for yourse..."

Blaine forcibly rolled me onto my back and I couldn't keep the tears from spilling. Ashamed, I flung my arms up to cover my face.

"What..." her voice became soft and she leaned in closer. "What happened?"

"I'm just a kid..." I whimpered. "Just a stupid kid."

Blaine made a move to hug me, but I rolled away from her touch. She paused.

"Did Mark—

"—yeah, he screwed me over -- literally. So go ahead and say it!" My voice was muddled from tears. "Say 'I told you so!'"

Blaine heaved a sigh.

"This isn't something I wanted to be right about. Honestly. The only thing I ever wanted was to see you happy." She tried again to touch me, but I curled up as much as I could on the couch.




How I Met My Master Ch. 04



'Liar.' I wanted to say. 'If you cared so much about that, why don't you want to be with me?'

Blaine scooted onto the couch and leaned over so her long, red hair brushed my arms. The feeling was comforting, but too familiar to lift my spirits. The last thing I wanted was for things to turn sexual between us.

I tried to will her away, but her rambling continued.

"You'll find someone who cares about you, sweetheart. You don't need to try and grow up so fast for guys like Mark or David—

"—who's even talking about David?" I nearly pushed Blaine over as I sat up.

"I-I didn't mean... I...I just assumed that last night you might have gone to him for some sort of comfort or maybe he seduced you and—

"—so you think I'm an idiot, too? Is that it? You think I just give it up for any Joe Schmoe nearby?"

"Allright, you're being irrational right now. I think it'd be best if you just went and took a—

Before Blaine could finish her sentence, and before I could snap at her again, the phone interrupted us. I refused to move, so Blaine shifted off the couch and snatched up the handheld.

"Hello?" she answered sweetly, but after a few moments of silence, her tone abruptly turned flat. "Oh...it's you. Goddamn, didn't I just..."

I watched Blaine hold the phone away from her face and stare at the floor, annoyed. After a moment, she placed it back to her ear.

"Are you done?" she muttered without an ounce of humor.

I heard something briefly on the other line, and then Blaine passed the phone to me with a look that read, 'I strongly disapprove.'

"H-hello?" I spoke into the receiver, hesitant.

"Oh finally." David's smooth, bored voice sent a shiver up my spine. Remembering Blaine was in the room, I made sure to keep still.

"What is it?" I tried my best not to sound affected by his tone. "What do you have to say now that you couldn't have said ten minutes ago?"

"I want to see you," he sounded strangely husky.

"You..." I turned away from Blaine and cupped my hand around the phone's mouthpiece. "...stop being a pervert, you asshole."

"Ouch. What's perverted about what I just said?" He chuckled, a low and smooth rumble against my ear. I could just picture him sipping coffee on his water-stained couch, smirking over the phone.

I froze and looked up to see Blaine standing over me, looking concerned. Normally, I would have thought her attention was cute, but something was bothering me about her relationship with David. He had the apartment number -- he knew about the threesome...

I glared at the receiver.

'He must be another jerk she's slept with.'

"Whatever you'd like me to do can wait, I'm sure. You know last night's situation. I'm tired," I mimicked his flat affect.

David scoffed.

"That couch was hella expensive..." he drawled. "A family heirloom from Korea..."

"More like IKEA," I huffed under my breath.

There was a brief pause.

"Whatever, kid. If you want to put up a fight, just get Blaine to write the check. She'll take care of you like always, right?"

There was a silence and I could practically hear David smirking on the other end of the line. As I looked up, I could see Blaine tapping her foot on the rug, expectantly. Several questions began to run through my mind.

Why did she want to put so much distance between David and me? Was she really concerned for my well-being or did she think I couldn't take care of myself? But most importantly: When would I let her stop coming to my rescue?

"What did you say you needed?" I spoke through gritted teeth.

"You. My place. One hour from now," David sounded a cross between pleased and dead serious. "...Preferably in some cute shorts."

"Shorts?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Whatever this is better not take long."

"Depends on how hard and fast you're willing to work at it, kiddo." David retorted. "Personally, I like to take my time and really—

"—pervert!" I slammed down the receiver and kept my back to Blaine -- an attempt to hide the smile quickly encroaching upon my lips.

'What an asshole.'



How I Met My Master Ch. 05



AN: As a head's up, there's some slight non-consent and reluctance in this chapter. And always, despite the fact that David calls our lead character "kid," everyone in this story is 18 years or older.

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They say there's one guy in the world for every girl. One man who'll stand by you through everything and put all the others to shame. He's the kind of guy who lets you have the last slice of cheesecake; who doesn't kick you when you hog the sheets -- the kind of guy who holds your hair when you're puking up last night's tequila.

The fabled perfect man is not someone who makes a teenager pedal a tandem bike up a hill while he laughs at you and eats ice-cream.

The perfect man...is not David Kim.

"I'm sorry, but...how does this have anything to do with paying off your couch?"

I struggled to speak as I peddled. I'd never ridden a tandem bike before, and the weight on the backend was making it painfully slow for me to ascend the hill. I don't know why I'd agreed to the task in the first place. Blaine warned me about David, and ever since I'd arrived on his doorstep a mere 17 minutes late for our little "date," he'd done nothing but give me snarky attitude.

"I said you had to spend time with me. A mere hour every day for a month." David cast me a sly smile over his soy strawberry cone. I'd had to watch him buy two and then devour both before my eyes while I dragged his damn bike up a hill.

"So, what?" I paused in pedaling to avoid running my front tire into a tree stump. "My pain and suffering is payment for the couch?"

"Something like that," David ran his tongue along his wrist to catch a little of the cream. "You're going really slow, kid."

Visibly, I seethed. David was taking his sweet time walking up the bike trail beside me, and looking crisp and clean in a button-down and slacks.

"The point of a tandem bike is to have two people ride it," I stopped abruptly. Sweat was pouring off my forehead and sliding down my neck. The hair I'd spent half an hour straightening and fussing over in the bathroom had quickly become tangled and frizzy.

Against David's advice, I'd decided on a flowing sundress instead of shorts, and already the crisp white fabric was glued to my skin. As transparent as it had become, I was thankful for making the last minute decision of wearing a bra.

Not so much for wearing hot pink thong panties.

"And in case you haven't noticed, I don't sweat gracefully."

"Yeah it's...it's quite an unfortunate sight." David craned his head a little to get a better look at my ass, and then took a long lick of his ice cream. I couldn't help but notice the way his tongue moved, and though I fought hard against it, imagined it running over my skin. Between my thighs...

"Damn it!" I struggled to steady the bike over a pothole, and I heard David laugh.

"Easy. Tandems are pricey. You don't want to end up owing me more, do you?"

Grumbling softly, I started to pedal again.

"Or worse, hurt that pretty little ass of yours," David reached out to squeeze where he shouldn't be squeezing, and I panicked. In an attempt to avoid his hand, I let my feet off the pedals and slid backward down the hill.

"Use the hand brakes, fetus!" I heard David's yell, but my heart was beating so fast and the ground beneath me moving so quickly that I couldn't think straight. Without thinking about the brakes, I scraped my heels in the dirt in a desperate attempt to get some friction going. But when a corner of my dress snagged in the chain, I began to topple and could only watch in horror as the ground came whizzing up towards my face.

I was sure I'd rolled a few times down the hill before landing on my back again. Another thud sounded off, and I assumed it was the tandem bike crashing down next to me.

"Holy shit," David muttered. There was a splatter of something wet against my cheek, and it quickly worked its way down to my lips.

High-fat Soy Vanilla-Strawberry swirl...

When I opened my eyes, I saw David leaning over me. The ice-cream cone in his hands had disappeared, but there was a bright pink smudge of crème on the corner of his mouth. On the surface he seemed as bored-looking as usual, but when I focused, I could hear his breath coming in quick pants and see sweat on his brow.

He ran down after me.

The first thing I tried to do was stand, but David quickly placed a hand on my chest to stop me.

"You're bleeding," he said the words matter-of-factly. I almost didn't believe it until I saw the gash on my right calf and my cut up ankles. Before, when Blaine said David would only hurt me, I hadn't been expecting full-on bike trauma.

A simple "Yeah," was all I could manage. David approached me cautiously, as if scared I'd burst into tears, but it only took a moment for the smirk to settle back on his lips.

"Jeeze; even toddlers know how to ride bikes, kid." He lifted the edge of my dress a little to get a look at the wound and then sighed, fingering a torn section.

"I told you to wear shorts," David muttered, but then let his hand mold around my thigh. I didn't meet his eyes, but I knew he was staring. His warm fingertips were tracing odd patterns on my exposed skin and making me shiver.

"Stop trying to peek at me," I snatched back the edge and dragged myself into a standing position. As soon as I stood, however, I felt the pain. David leapt into action immediately, and when I stumbled, let me fall against his chest.

"I think...we have to go back to your apartment," I announced, and then felt David chuckle. It was a low sound that made his chest rumble and me blush.

"You move quick, don't you, fetus? If you wanted to fuck, all you had to do was ask." He ruffled my hair with another condescending little smirk and I couldn't stand it. It was already blatantly obvious that he was older than me, but the last thing I wanted was for him to actually make a big deal out of it.

I started to pout, but David took me by surprise when he hoisted me in his arms, bridal-style. My face was smushed against his chest and I could feel his hands dangerously close to my ass. I would have yelled again, but the potential for humiliation was too great.

"I can walk if you just let me lean against your shoulder," I mumbled into his shirt as he walked.

"Yeah, but this is nice, kid." he adjusted me in his arms. "I feel like I'm getting in touch with my inner child."

"I'm 18, not eight." I stretched my arms up around his neck for support as he began to speed up. "So stop calling me 'kid'!"

Around us, a few heads turned, and I buried my face in David's neck. For someone so paranoid about standing out in a crowd, I sure was doing a great job humiliating myself. Instead of focusing on the way David smelled strangely of sugary candies, I turned my gaze over his shoulder and sighed.

"Get down," David reached up suddenly and pulled on my arm.

"But I—

"—I'm not carrying you inside. If you can banter with me, you can walk." He lowered his arms and let me use the brick wall for support. I was surprised when I saw the front of his apartment building.

"Th-that was..." I stammered as David swiped a card over the keypad. "How far away from the park were we?"

"It's a ten minute walk," he snickered at me as I stumbled up the first few steps. I let him guide me down the hall, but when he opened his front door, he rolled his eyes as I tried to avoid his yapping dog at the entryway. "You took forever with that damn bike. Speaking of which, I had to leave it behind. If it's not there tomorrow, you owe me three hundred bucks."

Instead of giving him my choice of a few choice words, I merely avoided the familiarity of David's water stained couch, and let myself fall into a sitting position on a white fur rug.

"Fetus, if you stain that too, I'm not going to be so friendly." David cast me a glare over his shoulder, but I settled myself down anyway.

"Will you stop calling me that?" something in me snapped. "Jesus Christ, have you ever been in a relationship that didn't involve sarcasm and belittling?"

"Have you ever been in a relationship that didn't involve getting fucked up the ass by a man older than your father?" David's tone was completely flat.

I didn't know how to respond. There wasn't a single trace of anything apologetic on his face, and I couldn't believe it. What kind of man said those things about a woman? Out loud?

The word 'tactless' crossed my mind, and suddenly it wasn't so hard to imagine David with Blaine, after all. She too, almost always said what was on her mind.

"I'm sorry," David turned his back on me and started rooting through the kitchen drawers for something. "Did that one hit too close to home?"

Once he settled on the item-- a traveler's first aid kit -- he came to my side on the floor. After his last dig, I was reluctant to let David touch my leg, but the way I saw it, he wasn't going to let me waste any more of his time.

"You have nice legs, kid." He placed both hands on my thighs and leaned in close.

I turned my face from his. "Don't say stuff like that."

"Like what? The 'nice legs' thing or the 'kid' thing?" David was breathing on my ear and I could smell the fresh strawberry from his ice cream. It was much better than cigarettes, but gave me a strange feeling.

The only man I'd ever been close to, aside from my first, was Mark, and thinking about him put butterflies in my stomach. Without noticing, I began to sweat again. Before I'd gone over to David's that afternoon, Blaine stressed to me how important it was for me to keep my distance. Explicitly, that meant no touching, no kissing, and certainly no sex. I wasn't certain what Blaine's intentions truly were with the lecture, but she assured me the whole thing was "for my own good." Honestly, it puzzled me. I couldn't figure out if she was truly concerned I'd get into something I couldn't handle, or if she was nervous about my proximity to a man that she really wanted.

Regardless of whatever she was after, some part of me wanted to rebel. I told myself I'd be a good girl as usual, but something stopped me from wearing a regular t-shirt and jeans. It was an inkling, a strange, naughty little voice that hand me picking out a tight thong instead of "granny panties" and deciding on a dress instead of the shorts David had insisted on.

'No,' I scolded myself. 'It's not like I wanted to-to impress him or something! No way!'

So as much as I wanted to lean in, I kept my face turned toward his patio area. Through the sliding glass I could see his clothesline and the pair of panties I'd left behind earlier. The whole thing was beyond embarrassing.

"First you're mocking me, now you're flirting?" I screwed up my face in disgust, but David didn't miss a beat.

"What can I say? I have a soft spot for morons." He started to push my dress up further and I snapped around to shove his hands away. The movement, however, sent a jolt of pain through my right calf.

"That's what you get. Stop squirming," David chided. "If you can't hold still, I can't fix this mess."

At that, I stiffened up and the two of us sat in silence. David's hands were large, like Mark's, but not as calloused. The pads of his fingertips felt smooth on my thighs, and I paid attention to the way he took great care in cleaning my scrapes. Even as he blotted the bloodied areas with alcohol, I barely flinched. While one hand worked, the other massaged my thigh. His hands were unusually gentle, and I could swear I felt him stroking sore spots.

All the attention was making me blush, and frankly, wet. I tried to channel up images of a stone-faced Blaine cursing me out, but all I got were dark, piercing eyes and those same, large hands roaming all over my body. I couldn't stop thinking about the blonde he'd had in his room -- her full, heavy breasts and the pink nipples clipped tight with silver clamps. The treatment itself was certainly rough, but there was something gentle in David's motions. His long stride across the room, his confident smirk, even the way his fist clenched when he pulled the mystery woman up by her hair.

"A-ah..." I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but from the devilish glint in David's eyes, I knew he'd heard it.

"So..." he smiled broadly. "...you and Gramps have a big fight last night?" David tried to look sincere, but I could tell his eyes were roaming over my breasts.

Even at a full C cup, they weren't nearly as large as the blonde's, but he seemed to take notice anyway. I pursed my lips in annoyance, but figured if David had done Blaine, he couldn't possibly have any fixation on breast size.

"It's none of your business what happened." The statement was supposed to sound bold, but when David used his thumbs to apply a little pressure on my upper thigh, it came out merely as a whisper.

"You ended up at my place, begging me to fuck you. I'd say it is my business," David straightened out my leg again and continued to walk his fingers up. His little shiatsu had me on the brink of pain and pleasure, but for some reason, I couldn't tell him to stop.

"Come on," he teased, "tell me and you'll feel better."

With any other man, I'd have already quietly taken my leave, but there was something about David. He was so brazen and shameless, so confident that it did more than piss the hell out of me. In fact, at some level, it tickled me and made me smile.   I tried to hide the twitch in my lips by biting them closed, but I was finding out quickly that David was a keen observer. I focused on a spot over his head so that I wouldn't be forced to make eye contact, but as always, I could feel him smirking back at me.

"You're hurting me," I said quietly, an attempt to draw his focus to something else.

"Oh gee...sorry," David smoothed the last bandage on my ankle, but let his hand remain there. When he looked up again, I was drawn into his gaze. There was another long, awkward silence, and my heart was racing so fast I swore he could hear it.

"Blaine says I shouldn't get involved with you," I placed a small hand on his chest and let it rest there, palm down. I told myself it was to keep him from coming any closer, but really, I wanted to feel him -- the smooth skin and the hard muscle -- if only just a bit.

"Ooh," David murmured and leaned in. The distance between us quickly closed, and it wasn't long before I could feel his lips brushing over my neck. At first, it made me flinch, but when he kissed lightly, I sighed out. Almost unconsciously, I curled the hand I'd stretched out into a fist, clutching at his shirt.

"You're a bad girl..." I felt David close his eyes and then inhale against my nape. "Right? I mean, you're here, aren't you? You didn't listen to 'bitch Blaine'."

"I-I just I..." I couldn't hold back a gasp when he stroked the back of my calf again and dug the pads of his fingertips into the sore spot. Again, it stung, but there was something oddly arousing about the combination of the clashing sensations.

"I think she-she meant...you know..." My hand twisted in David's shirt when he reached around to my back in an attempt to steady me.

"You know...what?" he brought his face back up to mine and our faces were so close, I was tempted to lean in and put an end to the tease.

"Sex," I blurted without thinking, and David, once again, grinned at my discomfort.

"It's okay to talk about it," his voice suddenly became unusually quiet, and I relaxed in his hold. "It's okay to want to fuck."

"D-don't be so...so vulgar," I started to right myself a little, but David wasted no time in asserting dominance. With both hands, he shoved me back on the white, fur rug and pinned my arms so that he could stare down at my trembling form, grinning in triumph.

"It's just screwing, kid. Not art. It doesn't have to be this big, romantic deal." He said it so bluntly; I didn't know how to react. "Sometimes, you just wanna... get off."

I looked up into David's eyes and they looked dark and strange, the same shade I'd seen on the first night I'd watched him through my apartment window. When his lips honed in my neck again, my breath hitched and I turned my head away from his.

"Mark was..." I started talking before I could stop myself. "He was married,"

I expected David to stop completely, but he seemed less than phased. He merely let go of my hands and moved them down to my hips. That time, I didn't make any move to stop him. Instead, I closed my eyes and chewed my already sore lips as he began to ease the dress up, little by little. The whole thing was absurd. There I was, lying on a rug that probably cost more than my whole wardrobe, being undressed by a man I'd barely known three weeks. My brain was telling me to shove David off and run, but something deeper -- something on a level of attraction or most likely lust, was desperate to see what would happen if I indulged. If for a moment, just that once, I made a decision on my own and stuck with it.

But suddenly, when David got high enough to reveal my panties and I felt his thumbs hook under the thin fabric, something in me jumped.

"A-are you married?" My voice was a whisper and before I knew it, I was babbling. "Mark was married and-and he lied and...I can't if you...if I don't know if you...a-are you? Married?"

David stared at me blankly for a moment, but then shook his head.

"Yeah, right." he laughed off my fluster and then trailed a finger over the puffy lips of my labia. I imagined their soft imprint was easily visible against the sheer front of my panties. His hand was so warm, I just wanted to press into it and sink down onto his finger, but there was still tension in my body.

"What's wrong, kid?" David became a little more daring and rubbed his thumb against my slit. "Hmm? Don't you like sex?"

"Of course!" I squeaked. "I mean I've...I've had tons of sex! W-with like... tons of guys."

I watched David arch a brow and his little smirk grow wider, but he didn't question my lie. I should have tried to clamp my legs together, but quickly, the feeling of arousal was taking over my good senses. Suddenly, I couldn't seem to think of any reason I shouldn't indulge. Despite what Blaine thought, I wasn't a kid anymore. If David wanted to have sex with me -- if I wanted to have sex with him -- there should have been no stopping us.

"Well, if you've had tons of guys...what's one more?" he asked.

"I...you...barely know me. D-don't you have a problem with that?" I squeezed his shirt briefly once more, but then splayed my fingers out to trace over the exposed skin. He was so smooth and lean; it was intoxicating.

"A problem? Fetus, I barely know any of the girls I fuck," David reached out and placed his hand right over my chest, squeezing my breast through the top of my dress. "What's the matter? Your heart's racing a little, kid."

He was right. I was sweating and my heart beating a mile a minute. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so nervous around a guy.

"You scared?" he teased.

"No, I'm not scared! I just...hate your guts." I made sure to be blunt. "You're so...you're so mean and you do nothing but pick on me—"

"—but...?"

"But..." I closed my eyes and tipped my chin up in defiance. "You're good looking. And-and I'm a woman and I have...needs."

"Needs?" David chuckled and then leaned all the way down so that his body was lined up just right with mine. I couldn't feel any signs of an erection, but his gaze was still smoldering. It was reminiscent of the gazes Mark gave me before he indulged, but there was something vaguely sinister with David that sent lovely little shivers down my spine.

"Tell me," he continued when I brought my focus back. "What kind of needs does a little girl like you have? Hmm? What kind of things does she long for? Besides a warm bottle and blanky?"




How I Met My Master Ch. 05



David searched my eyes for a violent reaction, but instead, I felt warm and flushed with desire.

"A fuck. I want you...to fuck me." My declaration was soft, but with a hint of strength both of us were surprised by.

In all my time with Mark, I'd never had to ask for anything. He'd always assumed -- always taken and used. But David, as vile as he was, was pushing. He wanted me to be honest, and it was surprising how painful that was for me.

I expected David to smirk at me again; to start pulling my panties down, but instead, when I closed my eyes, his weight on me completely disappeared.

"Get up," David's voice was farther away, and when I opened my eyes I saw him standing, lithe body bent awkwardly over mine. He had one hand in his pant pocket, fishing for something, but all the while looking quite bemused.

After my little "confession," I was too scared and embarrassed to look him straight in the eyes. Instead, I focused on the ground as I rose to my feet, trying desperately to smooth wrinkles -- both existent and non - from my dress.

The sound of a soft clicking brought me back to reality, and I realized what David had been rooting around for. He took a long drag on his cigarette before meeting my eyes again. I waited for a snarky comment, but instead, David simply exhaled and tilted his head toward a hallway. Not another word was said before he started walking. And like a little puppy, I paused only briefly before following him.

When David finally halted, I quickly realized he'd led me to his bedroom. It was just as sterile and expensive looking as the rest of the apartment, donned in cold, crisp, black and white. Without urging me in or saying anything at all, he moved to the window and dragged the curtains shut. It felt strange to be on the other side of that window.

"You look pretty adorable when you're scared shitless," David teased. He crossed the room with the same long strides I remembered and suddenly, I felt smaller than ever.

I ignored his comment and backed into the door. It was only half-closed, but when I made a move to prop it open a bit further, David shot out a hand to stop me. He was quick, and pushed me back so that the door slammed shut under my weight. I tried to keep the fear and nerves out of my eyes, because it was obvious David was feeding on it.

"So this is what the payment was always meant to be, wasn't it? Sex?" I hung my head, but David just laughed.

"Don't do that," he grabbed my chin with one hand and forced me to look at him. "Don't stand there and try to act like a damn martyr. You and I can spend our whole month together picking flowers, for all I care. It's no skin off my nose. But we both know what you just asked me to do to you, you little bi..."

My eyes lit up and David stopped himself.

'Finish it,' I wanted to tell him. 'Finish your sentence!'

A smirk twitched on my tormentor's lips.

"I'm not going to say it," he wagged a finger in front of my face. "Not unless you beg for it, kid."

Heat flushed my face, but it didn't stop me from taking another few steps off the door.

"I'm not a kid; I'm a woman," I tried not to sound as desperate as I felt. I was sure my voice betrayed me, but I made sure to approach David for emphasis. Though he busied himself with his cigarette, I was sure I was doing the right thing. For once, I was going to get a guy on my own, and Blaine wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.

She was always forceful with the men she dated, so why couldn't I be?

"I want you to treat me like any other woman you've fucked. Like...that blonde! I want you to do to me what you did to her," I pushed off from the wall and rounded on David. He had a smirk on his lips, but he let me approach.

When I caught his eyes following the awkward sway of my hips and my apprehensive steps, I stopped walking. We were only centimeters apart, and I could feel his body heat radiating against me.

"Teach me," I pulled the cigarette from his slim fingertips and crushed the burning end against the side of his chest of drawers. "Use me."

"That's what you want?" David suddenly reached behind him for something I couldn't see, and began to back me toward the bed. "That's what you want?"

"Y-yeah," I stammered. "You know you want me t—"

David's sudden movement took me back. He crossed over to me again, and before I could let out a yelp, pushed me facedown on the mattress.

"Wait, please wait—

I began to turn my head, but then felt his weight on my back, keeping me in place. His hands went up near my ears, and I felt silk bind itself around my face.

So much for confidence.

I opened my mouth to plead, but no sound came out. I was scared -- terribly scared and I wanted nothing more than to wake up alone in bed and do the whole morning over. There would be no fight with Mark, no waking up in David's apartment, no tandem, no smart-ass remarks, and certainly not squirming and struggling, facedown on a stranger's bed.

But then, David laughed. As soon as I heard it, I couldn't fight the tickle of nerves that moved in my stomach. With it came a familiar quiver between my thighs, and a throbbing I found hard to ignore. I couldn't believe it -- he was still turning me on.

'I'm a pervert. I'm officially a full blown pervert.'

"What are you scared of?" David's weight settled on my back and I stiffened up like a board. He straightened the silk over my eyes and I felt it tie tight behind my head. We both knew that if I really wanted to, I could have easily reached up to and tried to stop him, but instead, I remained perfectly still.

"I'm not scared, I just..." I lied. I grasped at the sheets and David's hands clamped over mine with urgency.

"Please..." I struggled for words again.

"—please what?" David adjusted himself on top of me, and as he slid up my body, so did my dress. I could only imagine how I looked -- all that skin exposed, my ass arched up toward his waist.

And then I felt it. The stiff, hard bulge against my back, and creeping down towards the heat between my thighs. David began to grind against me, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Nothing makes me hotter than to hear a sorry, disillusioned little girl admit she wants me to fuck her senseless," he nipped at my ear and I had to swallow a mewl of approval.

"You really thought you could tell me what to do?" David pushed my face into the mattress and I struggled to angle my nose and mouth away for breath.

I couldn't tell if he was trying to seduce or kill me.

"No," I regained my senses and began to struggle. "Of course not."

"But you do want to be used, don't you?" David grabbed my panties again, but this time I couldn't fight him off. With his full weight on my back, I was stuck. With one quick pull, he yanked down the scrap of pink silk and chuckled.

I was mortified.

"You slut. You're really getting off on this, aren't you, kid?" he smacked my pussy with an open palm, and then I could sense him hovering it in front of my face. I couldn't see David's fingers, but I could smell my own familiar scent. I could just imagine what it looked like - sticky and glistening with my arousal. Embarrassed, I had to turn my face away.

"Just let me go," I moaned. "I'll...I promise I'll—

David smacked me again, harder, and I heard his breath hitch when I yelped. At first, I thought he was concerned, but his soft moan told me otherwise. He wasn't worried about hurting me; he was enjoying it.

"It's funny..." David walked his fingers down my spine. "You sure talk a lot when Blaine's not around."

"Don't talk about Blaine," I panted. "Just because you screwed her—

David gave me two more slaps, much harder than the last. I opened my mouth to scream, but what came out instead was a desperate moan.

"—you know what I enjoy doing?" David leaned off me suddenly, but even with the crushing weight gone, I didn't dare move. Instead, I remained with my face down, ass in the air, breathing heavily.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was dangerously close to an orgasm, and eager for release.

"N-no," I whispered. "I-I don't."

"Breaking things," David said firmly. "Pretty...fragile things." his voice came close to my ear, but at the same time, I felt his hand again. My body tensed up expecting another slap, but instead, two fingers parted the swollen lips of my pussy.

"David..." I begged, but wasn't quite sure what I was begging for.

"When I was kid, I used to break my older sister's porcelain dolls..." David forced one digit inside me and I bit the sheets to stifle another moan.

"My mother's fine china..." he shoved in another finger, and my tight walls clenched around him in reflex.

"My girlfriend's glassware." David brushed his thumb over my asshole. When I whimpered in displeasure, he only pushed harder.

"Smash them to fucking pieces," his breathing became heavier and his mouth molded over a sensitive spot behind my ear. It was odd the way he'd found those sweet zones so easily. Even Mark had been clueless about what had really made me tick.

"David I-I can't—

"—they were always so mad." David held me still with his free hand while I squirmed. His thick thumb sank into my ass with the firm pressure and that was all it took to send me over the edge.

"Fuck!" I dug my nails into the soft sheets as he wriggled all three fingers in unison. The unlubricated stretching was painful, but the pleasure of his fingers in my pussy drove me wild.

"Oh David...David..." I began to murmur.

"I loved to see them mad," he jerked my head up using the silk tie, and though I couldn't see his face, I knew David was grinning.

I should have been angry; I was certainly humiliated, but the haze of my orgasm clouded my thoughts. All I could think about was experiencing it again -- the fear and the chills and the heart-racing thrill of it all.

"You mad?" he tugged the makeshift blindfold off and I stared up into his eyes. David held his hand out and I could see his index and middle finger shimmering with my juices. Without thinking, I leaned in and let him slide them into my mouth.

"Guess not," he let out a deep breath.

My eyes fluttered closed and David's other hand walked up my cheek in a strange, gentle fashion. He stroked a bit of hair from my face, but when I'd licked him clean, pulled away as quickly as he'd approached. David turned his back on me and began digging in one of his drawers for something. In the awkward silence, I flushed and took note off the damp stain I'd left in the middle of his sheets.

"I'm..." I cupped both hands over my mouth. "I'm so embarrassed-I-I've never...I'm not like this I—

"—not like what?" David turned around holding a fresh pack of cigarettes. I couldn't help but let my gaze wander, and noticed that the bulge in the front of his slacks was still painfully obvious.

'So big...'

"N-not a..." I wrapped my arms around myself.

"A pervert?" David finished with a chuckle. "A slut? A...masochist?"

I cringed at the last one. Masochist...that was something dirty. David was surely a sadist, but I didn't want to have anything to do with that, especially if it meant, "being the M to his S". Masochists were people with strange, filthy desires, and I certainly wasn't that person. I just couldn't be that person.

David lit up in front of me and when he exhaled, reached down to adjust himself in his slacks. If I was a braver person, I would have gotten down on my knees and helped him out, but instead, I stayed glued to my spot on the bed, sweaty and panting.

"It...felt good," I hung my head. "Is-is it bad that it felt good?"

"Don't be an idiot," David crouched in front of me and flicked warm ash at my cheek. "It's only bad when you get yourself worked up over it."

I thought of Mark, and something inside me twisted.

"You and me..." David interrupted my sulking. "This is what it's going to be. One hour every day...I'll teach you, I'll use you, I'll crack you until you break."

I swallowed audibly. "So like...a friends with benefits kinda thing?"

"Yeah, but minus the 'friends ' bit." David chuckled. "Just benefits."

I didn't laugh.

No strings attached sex. After my fallout with Mark, it seemed perfect. I could get an itch scratched and wouldn't have to worry about being cheated on or dumped. Sex and love, I always thought you couldn't have one without the other, but as much as it pained me to find out, it was becoming obvious that wasn't true. I could barely tolerate David, but the idea of more fooling around thrilled me.

If Blaine could pull off sex with no attachments, why couldn't I?

David checked his watch and led me to the front door. The hour was up and it was time for me to go home and face Blaine. There was no doubt I'd be getting the third degree and I had a ten minute walk to come up with a proper excuse for my disheveled look.

"Can I have my underwear back?" I deadpanned at the sight of my silky panties peeking out of David's pocket.

I tried to swipe at him for them, but he just stepped out of my way.

"Just another souvenir," he twirled the thong around his index finger.

Note to self: invest in cheaper panties.

Fuming, I growled but managed to keep my composure. As long as no strong gusts of wind had it out for me, I could deal with the walk home.

"So," David finally unlocked the front door for me, but then leaned against the frame to block my exit. "What's it gonna be? I have no problem with letting you fetch my tandem tomorrow. Oh and I have some dry cleaning I need—"

"—Okay!" I snapped, but when he simply stared at me, I wasn't sure he heard. "I said, it's—

"—Hey," David cupped my face in his hands without warning, and then squinted. "Didn't you have curls the last time I saw you?"

"W-what?" I was caught off guard.

"Your hair, kid...it's different."

For some reason, I felt my skin heat up, and was only glad David wasn't able to pick up on it.

"I straightened it," my voice was soft and shy. David moved his hand from my cheek, deep into my dark, frizzy locks, and smiled.

"Don't do it anymore. I like curls on you."

"Yeah?" I tried not to beam too much at the compliment, but it was hard to restrain my smile. David wasn't an easy guy to like, and it tickled me to think his jackassery might only be a surface thing.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Straight hair makes your face look even fatter."

David pinched my cheek for emphasis before slamming the door in my face.