Deceitfully (Sinfully Series) (2 page)

2 Weeks Ago

I KNEW THAT WHAT I was doing was wrong and that I wasn’t being fair. The problem was that I didn’t care enough to change. I’d find a small part of Payton in each of the girls I took to bed and my imagination took it from there. I made a mental note never to call out a specific name in bed for fear that her name would escape my lips. She was the one who I envisioned each time I fucked another one of my distractions. It was completely wrong, but I didn’t have anyone else who came to mind when I needed a little help.

That was all they were—fixes to get me through another day.

Payton was happily taken and no longer a viable option. It wasn’t that I was still hung up on her; it was just that she still meant the world to me. We were strictly friends now and she was happily married, but a guy could have his fantasy. The girls knew they were replaceable, and I was pretty sure they used me as much as I used them.

I’d made progress, though, I thought. I wasn’t going out every night like I had been. I’d kept just a few women in a rotation for nights when I didn’t feel like going out. They didn’t know my story. Every one of them thought they’d be the one to tame me and that worked out just fine for me. Their pouty lips as I bid them goodbye wasn’t going to change the fact that I couldn’t care less who they were, where they came from, or why they thought they were different.

Looking over at the end of the bar, I shook my head. Tonight’s lead option didn’t understand the concept of subtlety. She’d already given me the sly smile, twirling of her hair, and slight nibble of her lip. Her brown hair was similar enough, but that was all she had going for her. At least it’d be easy to get her back to my place.

Tossing back the amber liquid in my drink, I patted Tyler’s shoulder and stood. “I think we have our winner. You good here?” I asked, knowing full well that he could handle himself just fine at the bar. O’Neill’s was decently busy for a Thursday night, and ladies' night was in full swing. Cheap, fruity drinks were all it took to make the girls come out to play. Probably the reason Tyler chose this place more often than not when we went out together. He always played up the sob story of how his wife of less than a year packed up and left him for another man, and he never went home alone.

We were perfect partners in crime. He’d go for the emotional connection with the girls while I looked for my own requirements in a girl. I went for someone who was confident in their own skin but wouldn’t be high maintenance. I didn’t need a connection with them. He did. I was done with relationships. I hadn’t met anyone who even came close to what I felt for Payton, and I had comfortably settled into acceptance. Acceptance that the girls I met weren’t worth comparing anymore, but more so that I might as well take advantage of my surroundings while I still could.

“You going for the Payton wannabe down at the end of the bar? Her friend looked appetizing if I don’t say so myself.” Tyler peered over to the women who were now giggling like schoolgirls.
Ah, I wonder if she’d be into role playing?
The image of her in a short plaid skirt and button up white shirt popped in my head, and I couldn’t help but wonder how kinky she was.

“They aren’t Payton wannabes. It just happens that she looks a little like her. You can have the friend. They don’t look like they’d share anyway.” I waited for him to stand from the table, and he let me lead. Tyler wasn’t happy with his wife before she left him, but damn if that boy didn’t use the fact he was a victim to his advantage.

“Girls’ night out?” I leaned in and asked the brunette, who had been pretending not to notice us walking over to them. She straightened her back as the words escaped my lips, standing close enough to smell her light perfume. Fuck, she smelled good.

“Mmmhmm. Amy’s divorce was just finalized last week, and I broke up with my loser of an ex so we’re in need of a fun night out. What about you boys?” Her voice dripped of sex.

Not paying any attention to Amy and Tyler, who were already starting to cozy up, I whispered in her ear, “I can make you forget his name, sweetheart.”

“Is that confidence or cockiness?” She turned toward me and grinned. The short blue dress she wore accentuated her lean figure but left little to the imagination.

“Never cocky. I just thought you could use a little…celebration…for leaving him.”

I watched as she looked over at her friend and Tyler and then back at me. “They do seem to be hitting it off. What are you looking for?” Her doe eyes made her look innocent, but her fake tits told me otherwise. I knew better.

“That’s a loaded question, sweetheart,” I said casually. I didn’t need this small talk. I knew she’d be coming home with me regardless of what bullshit I fed her. My shortness must have thrown her for a loop since her mouth parted in shock, but she covered it up quickly. Her lips would look nice wrapped around my cock.

“Oh, well—” she started to say but stopped abruptly. After a moment’s hesitation, she gave me the answer I was expecting. “Fuck it, I’m in. Amy, I’ll call you in the morning?” the girl, whose name I still didn’t know, asked. I could tell Tyler had already reeled Amy in with his drama since she was practically sitting on his lap while rubbing his upper thigh.

“She’s in good hands.” Placing my hand on her lower back, I guided her to the exit and to my car.

“What about me? Am I in good hands?” she questioned as she dipped into my car.

There were so many comebacks for that question. I smiled, quietly started the car, and waited for the next thing to come out of her mouth. She’d know how good my hands were soon enough. I’d let her ponder that thought, though.

She sat silently, fiddling with her hands until we were less than a mile from my condo. I was surprised that she had kept quiet that long. “This isn’t my thing. I don’t go home with random guys from bars. You were just, different,” she spilled quickly.

Sad thing was that most of the women I brought home said something similar to that. They all wanted you to think they were good girls who didn’t enjoy a no strings attached fuck. I chuckled and let her know it was all right, that I didn’t think differently of her either way. I didn’t need her to worry about what I thought of her. She’d be gone by morning anyway.

AS SOON AS WE got to my place, I knew she would not be one of my repeats. On the way upstairs, she’d brought up how this wasn’t what she normally did three more times. Apparently, I was just special, and that was her first mistake. I stopped listening to the bullshit spewing from her mouth while contemplating how I could keep her from talking in the bedroom. Gagging her with one of my ties seemed like my best option at the moment. From what I
had
heard from her, it would make sense that she would play shy and coy. Nope. She began stripping as soon as the front door closed and was acting as if
she’d
be in control tonight. That was her second mistake.

Stopping her before she got into the bed, I let her know, “Before this goes any further, you need to know a few things. I don’t make love, I’m not sweet, and much rather, I have plans for tonight. Non-negotiable—I’ll walk you to the door right now if you disagree—plans. Are we clear?” With any luck, maybe she’d frighten and leave, but I knew that wouldn’t be the case. Her look of utter shock, followed by a timid nod, made my cock jump. She had no idea what she was in for. I pulled the shirt off my back and fumbled through my dresser drawers, looking for what I needed.

“One hundred percent. I can be your submissive, I don’t mind.” Sex laced her words. She kept going back and forth, pretending to be the innocent woman who didn’t know her pussy from her asshole to the sex-crazed manipulator who thought she had the control. I wished it was doing it for me, but the attraction I had to her had gone away and now I had to deal with the repercussions.

“No. Not a fucking submissive. We just do things my way.” I was on edge and wanted this to be over already. Thinking of Payton though had given me the assistance I needed to get things started. If only the girl would shut the hell up and let me live in my own fantasy for a few minutes.

“All right. Your way.” She slid onto the bed and waited for what was to come. Her eyes stayed on me with every move I made. Her right hand had already made its way lower, rubbing her pussy.

Thoughts kept running through my head of why I was doing this. I was fucking twenty-eight and these random chicks weren’t what made me happy. Shit, I hadn’t been happy since I’d realized Payton and I would never get a real chance. My mind reeled with the “what ifs” every damn day. I’d been happy and content with my life before her, too—back when I cared.

I unbuttoned my pants and lowered them while leaving my boxer briefs on. I’d worked my arms today in the gym, and I could feel the beginning of the soreness that was to come tomorrow. She giggled as I made my way up to her and I kept trying to focus on the one girl I couldn’t have. It was my only chance at making it through tonight.

Moving up to nibble on her neck, I reached for one of her wrists and sat up to tie it to the headboard. Following suit with the other wrist, I had to hide my smile at the confusion on her face. “Just one more. I’m leaving your legs free, though, so don’t worry.” I grabbed the last of my ties and gently wrapped it around her eyes, securing it in a bow.

All she did was nod.

Good girl.

I skipped the foreplay that I truly did enjoy to get this night over with already. I rubbed just the tip of my cock in circles around her swollen and needy clit. She wriggled her hips, trying to get closer, but I held back just enough. The grin on her face told me that she was enjoying this as well.

I quickly thought through all the ideas of what I could do to her. Maybe a little fun wouldn’t hurt. Wax was the first thing that came to my mind, and I figured she’d be up for it. Her not being able to see or move would only add to the pleasure. Jumping off the bed, I ran into the family room and grabbed a candle and the lighter that was sitting next to it on the mantle.

After igniting the flame, I walked carefully to keep from extinguishing the flame and placed it on the nightstand. While I waited for the wax to melt, I brought myself up between her legs and spread her lower lips, smiling when I saw how soaked she was. Using my thumb to circle her clit, I took my time pleasuring her with my tongue.

After she had come all over my face, I got up to wipe her juices off me and checked the candle. The hot liquid had slowly started to pool around the wick. This would be fun. Situating myself next to her carefully, I leaned over and blew cool air on her bare stomach.

I blew out the candle quietly. The scent filled the air and made it smell like a home should.

Bringing the candle to hover over her delicate skin, I gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Don’t scream. You’re safe, I promise.” With her nod, I tilted the candle and let the first drop of wax fall just below her belly button, earning a hiss from her lips.

“Fuck. What was that?” she inquired, but the second drop had already begun its descent. Her hiss quickly turned to a moan and the red wax lit up her body nicely. I wasn’t one to crave giving or receiving pain, but the idea of being just on the edge, daring to plunge into darkness, piqued my interest.

I was lost in the moment and reveled in watching her pain turn to pleasure. After I had poured out all the melted wax, I set the candle aside on the nightstand and slipped on a condom. With her eyes still blindfolded, she was unable to predict my movements. Once I was settled between her legs, I pushed all the way inside without reservation. She was soaking wet and ready for me. Focusing on anyone but her, I tried to zone her out while working my way to release.

Now, there was a difference in moaning from the pleasure you were receiving and all out howling like a crazed hyena. Over the top was an understatement and it totally killed the night. I had successfully escaped into my own little alternate reality, but the sounds coming out of her mouth sucked me back to the present with no escape.

I thought about faking it and telling her that I came but decided against it. Maybe she’d realize why we stopped mid-fuck. I pulled out of her, untied her wrists, and took off the blindfold. “This isn’t happening. Sorry, babe,” I told her as I got out of bed. Calling a cab as I walked to the shower, I prayed she would leave without making it a big deal. I’d rather get myself off in the shower than have another go with her. Looking into the mirror on my right, I was disappointed with what I saw before me.

I used to have everything together. I still had a great job as a personal trainer, but my home life was in serious disarray. I always told myself that I’d never turn into one of those guys who used women for one reason then tossed them to the curb. I told myself that I’d change, tomorrow. I needed to get this chick out of my house first.

As I adjusted the shower to the perfect temperature, I felt her cold hands wrap around my hips. Walking away, I broke her grasp and told her, “Cab’s on the way. He’ll be parked by the front door in five minutes.”