Sins & Mistrust (7 page)

“Turn around,” he demands.

I obey quickly and find myself looking at our reflection. He’s positioned us in front of the large mirror that hangs on my wall. When I bring my eyes to his, he gives me a roguish smirk.

“I know you’re a fan of mirrors,” he states.

I give him a small grin and then he’s pulling my shorts down my legs. Once I’ve stepped out of them, he lifts my top off of me. Raising my arms to help him out, our eyes stay glued to each other in the reflection. I’m wearing no underwear underneath the pajamas, so I’m now completely naked, and his eyes roam over my body in the mirror.

I can’t help but notice he’s made no move to remove his clothing. He’s still fully dressed in a pair of black slacks, a blue button up shirt, and a tie.

As if he could read my mind, he begins loosening his tie, and once he pulls it over his head, he slips it over mine.

“We’re going to be using this later,” he says, tightening it up just a bit and leaving it to rest between my breasts.

He removes his shirt and it joins my clothes on the floor. I’m finally able to admire his impeccable torso.

Marc brings my hands to the mirror, palms flat against the surface. He lets his finger trail my spine until he reaches the top of my ass. Goosebumps cover my body, waiting for what’s going to happen next.

As I watch him in the reflection, he pulls a condom from his pocket and then removes his pants. It takes a few torturous minutes for him to undress completely and sheath himself with the condom.

“Spread your legs,” he states firmly.

I do as he says and he pushes on my back, causing me to bend over at the waist. His fingers slide over my pussy, and he groans when he finds how wet I am.

Suddenly, his hands are gripping my waist firmly and he thrusts into me hard and deep. I scream out in surprise and then notice the fire in his eyes as he watches my reaction in the mirror.

He drives into me again, harder, and I have to use my arm strength to keep myself from slamming my head into the glass. Marc continues to fuck me mercilessly. He’s rough, pulling on my hair, slapping my ass, and squeezing my thighs as he delves deeper into my pussy.

Watching the desire in his face along with hearing his grunts of pleasure turn me on even more. I’m moaning and yelling out in bliss as he continues to pound into me. My arms get weak and I fall into the mirror when he plunges deeper inside of me.

Deciding to take a little mercy on me, he pulls out and turns me around to where my back is resting against the mirror. He drops to his knees in front of me and drapes one of my legs on his shoulder. I watch as his tongue darts out, licking the length of my throbbing pussy. My head falls back and my eyes close as I relish in the softness of his tongue.

His mouth covers my pussy, and then I feel his tongue push into my opening. He fucks my pussy with his tongue while rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“Oh, Marc,” I cry.

He brings me to the brink of orgasm before pulling away, dropping my leg to the floor.

“I need you on a flat surface, now.”

“Bedroom?” I choke out.

He nods once and we make our way to my room on the other side of the living room. As soon as we’re near the bed, he pushes me slightly until I fall onto my hands and knees across the mattress.

“I’m going to need the tie back now, and I’m going to need you to lay the side of your face on the mattress.”

Rising up on my knees, I take the tie off and hand it to him before lying my chest and face on the mattress, my stomach resting on my thighs. He walks around behind me and I feel the bed dip under his weight. Marc brings my arms behind my back and I feel him begin tying them together with the tie. He does it in a way that leaves him some material left to tug on, because I feel him testing it out with a slight pull.

He lifts my hips up, giving him the perfect position to slide into me. His knees slip in between mine, pushing them further apart.

My breathing accelerates. I’ve never been tied up before, and while I know this isn’t serious bondage or anything, it’s still new and a bit daunting for me. However, the thrill of the new and unknown sends a flurry of excitement through my body.

I feel the tip of his cock move against my opening and I wait for the feeling of him plunging inside. Instead, he runs it up and down, coating himself with my wetness, and driving me crazy in the process.

I whine and try to wiggle my ass to get him to slip inside. A loud smack rings out and a stinging sensation burns my ass cheek. He spanked me.

“Ah!” I call out.

“Do you want my cock that bad that you can’t wait? Maybe I should make you wait a little longer, hmm?”

“No, please,” I plead.

“Mmm,” he groans. “Please, what?” he asks, leaning over my back and biting gently on the back of my neck.

“Please don’t make me wait.”

I feel his fingers push into my pussy and I moan loudly in response.

“You’re so wet,” he says huskily, fucking me slowly with his fingers. “I want you to taste how wet you are for me.”

He swirls his two fingers around inside of me a little more before removing them completely and bringing them around to my mouth. I instantly open my mouth and lick my arousal from his fingers.

“You taste so good, don’t you?” he asks as I twirl my tongue around his fingers and then suck them fully into my mouth.

Taking his fingers from my mouth, he regains his position behind me, and slowly slides his thick cock inside of me. I feel like it takes minutes before he’s completely submerged in me. I feel myself stretching around him once again, and then he just as slowly pulls back. I can tell he’s watching his cock go in and out of me.

His grip is firm on the tie, and he pulls it a little every time he thrusts back in. He picks up his pace, and soon he’s fucking me hard and fast again. Neglecting the tie, his hands find their place on my waist and he lifts me up a little more and plunges deep inside, eliciting a strong howl from me.

His strong hand squeezes the side of my thigh before it’s gone and then brought back down in a loud smack.

“Oh God,” I cry out.

He does it again and again, switching from my thighs to my ass. The pain is sharp, but doesn’t last long, and I find when the tingling sensation wears off, I want it again.

“Please,” I moan. “Please hit me again.”

“You like that?” he grunts.

“Yes. Oh God, I love it!” I screech, his thrusts hitting the perfect spot and bringing me so close to orgasm.

I feel him move, both hands leaving my waist, but his thrusts remain steady. Then I feel both hands come down on the flesh of my ass and thighs.

“Oh yes!” I scream.

He continues with harder slaps and deeper thrusts.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I yell, my body being pushed further up the bed.

I hear a growl leave his throat and he pulls on the tie, keeping me in place while he dives deep again and again.

I come undone. My screams hurt my throat, but it feels like I have no control over myself. The waves of orgasm keep rolling over me, and I feel him quickening his movements until he stiffens, and then roars as he unleashes his own orgasm inside of me.

The throbbing of his cock feels so good.

Once we’ve both come down from our orgasms, he removes himself, undoes the tie around my wrists, and we both stretch across the bed. My limbs feel weak and I’m barely able to move them on my own.

Marc begins getting up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

He looks down at me and grins. “To get my clothes.”

“Don’t you know I booked you for the whole night?” I ask.

“I’m not allowed to have clothes the whole night?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just saying you don’t have to be in such a rush to leave.”

After a moment, he crawls back onto the bed and pulls me into him. “Are your arms okay?” he asks.

I let out a short laugh. “My arms are fine. Something else is a little sore, but I love it.”

He laughs with me and we lay there together, a tangled mess of limbs.

“So,” Nathalia drags out. “You like it a little rough.” She gives me a bright smile as I turn to look at her.

“I guess you can put it that way,” I answer.

“I quite enjoyed what you like.”

“Well, that’s not really it, but you get the gist of it.”

Her eyebrows lift and her eyes widen a small amount. “Oh really? You expect me to let that go? What else is there? Are you rougher?”

I take a deep breath and contemplate telling her everything, but she’s still just a client, and if I tell her the whole truth, it could cause trouble for me if she chose to tell anybody.

Scooting up on the bed, I rest my head on the headboard, and look at her as she’s curled up in the sheets.

“Yes, I like sex to be rough. I enjoy taking charge and controlling the situation.”

“Did you just refer to sex as a situation?” she asks with a laugh.

“I mean, I like to be in control of any situation. Sex included.”

“Right. Okay, but sex with me isn’t to be referred to as a situation,” she says with a wink.

“Yes, ma’am,” I answer with grin.

“So, what is that exactly? Like, sadomasochism?”

I pause. “Yeah, I suppose, but when people say sadomasochism, they think hardcore BDSM, and it’s not like that. At least not to me.”

“That would make you…which one?” she asks.

“A sadist, if you’re putting a label on me.”

“So, I’d be a masochist?”

I smirk at her. “That depends. Did you find pleasure in the pain?”

Her cheeks redden. “Yes. I’ve always wanted to be with someone who wasn’t afraid of getting rough, but the ones I picked were not into that.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Do you get rougher than that?” she asks, curiosity painting her face.

I pause for a moment. “Well, I don’t have a closet full of things to beat people with, if that’s what you’re wondering,” I laugh. “I like using my hands,” I say, wiggling my brows at her playfully.

“Hmm. Well, I am quite fond of your hands.”

I reach forward and grab her by her leg and drag her up closer to me. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmhhmm,” she murmurs, as my hand runs up her leg slowly.

“Just my hands?” I ask, teasingly.

“No, definitely not just your hands.”

“What else do you like?” I ask, my voice getting deeper, and my hands roaming her body.

“I like your mouth, and…I like your tongue,” she whispers, her eyes slowly closing.

“Anything else?”

“Mmm. I like your cock.”

A growl escapes my throat. “You like how it feels in your wet pussy?”

“Yes,” she pants out.

My hand grazes over her bare pussy, and seconds later, her phone rings loudly, ruining the moment.

“Shit!” she mutters.

She doesn’t hurry to get it, but the phone never stops ringing. I lay back and lock my hands behind my head as I watch her leave the room wrapped in only a sheet. Her voice is low in the other room when she answers it.

While I wait for her to return, I have time to think about how our night has gone. First of all, she thinks I’m a sadist.

Am I?

I suppose so, but not in the most extreme way. I enjoy rough sex. I love spanking, biting, wrapping my hand around somebody’s throat and knowing that they trust me enough to know that I wouldn’t keep them from breathing. So, if I’m a sadist, I’m only so in the bedroom, or in sexual situations. I don’t love going around being an asshole and inflicting pain on people for no reason. I get my gratification from giving other people pleasure in a way most don’t think about.

Pain releases endorphins in the same way pleasure does, but both of them combined is a beautiful thing. I’ve literally felt a woman’s arousal increase around my cock after smacking her on the ass or thigh and then grabbing her throat. Whatever pain is felt is nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that follows.

I’ve only known a few people who are into even trying sex that way, though. Others aren’t into it and that’s perfectly fine. For them.

There have been times where I’ve been nervous about being too rough, especially with a more petite woman, so I’ve always held back in some way.