Dirty Bad Strangers (14 page)

“Whatever.”

“I mean it, Jason. No clubs, no fucking late nights at Steve’s, no stupid chatline calls. NOTHING!”

“Or else what?”

“Don’t push me,” she seethed. “Don’t fucking push me!”

My gut twisted with rage. “I’m fucking pushing. What the fuck are you threatening?”

She folded her arms, eyes bulging. “I’ll destroy you. I’ll go to the media and I’ll tell them what a sick piece of shit you are. I’ll tell them about the chatline sluts, and the seedy gang bangs, and your little-boy hang-ups about your dad. I’ll write a fucking book. Sell a million fucking copies. And all of it will be about you, and your pathetic little problems and your pathetic little life. How about that for a career climax? All your dirty underwear in the daily papers? Wouldn’t Daddy be fucking proud of you then, you filthy bastard!”

I slammed the fucking door so hard the whole fucking house shook.

I sat watching the rain through the windscreen. Staring out at fields towards nowhere, Range Rover pulled off road with the wipers on full. Sitting. Thinking. Waiting.

My phone pinged, and I dreaded the message, but this time it wasn’t April.

Gemma: I’m breaking etiquette. Had a shitty night, was hoping to hear from you but I guess whatever came up is still up. Hope you’re ok. xx 

I pictured Powell’s hands on her hips, his cock grinding against her ass. Anger and a hard-on always make an interesting combination.

Where are you?

The reply came in a heartbeat.

Gemma: Home. Alone. xx

I rubbed my cock through my jeans. Irrational anger, and frustration. And jealousy. I was fucking jealous. And horny. And desperate.

Be ready in an hour. On your fucking knees.

I only waited long enough to check her response.

Gemma: I’ll be waiting. xx

***

Jason

I was late. Well over an hour.

My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought of her waiting for me; thighs spread wide and her fingers on her sweet little clit. She wouldn’t dare take the blindfold off. I knew her well enough to know that.

I grabbed the package from the backseat, pulling my cap down lower to hide my eyes, then made my way up to her. I was still churning, wounded to breaking point.

A little moan as I pushed open the door. She was already well on her way, cheeks flushed pink, just the way I like them. Her peachy nipples poked through the black lace of her slip, begging to be sucked. Or bitten. I imagined savaging them and enjoying the sounds of her pain.

My dirty girl. My sweet little Gemma and her need for cock. Any cock.

Powell’s cock.

I stripped without a word, and she didn’t break the silence. Then I opened the package, letting her hear me.

“A present for you. Or maybe a present for me. I’ll let you decide.”

“What is it?” she whispered.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I barked. “Get to your feet.”

She did as she was told.

“I want you to dance for me. I want you to dance like a filthy little slut, showing me how much you love cock. I want you to dance like you’re in a club and the whole room is watching, a roomful of dick all hungry to plug that juicy snatch of yours. You’d take it, wouldn’t you, dirty girl? You’d take all that cock for me. You’d love it, too.”

A groan from her throat told me all I needed to know.

“Dance for me.”

“I need music...” she breathed. “There’s a CD in the player...”

I scouted the room with my cock in my hand, finding it under the TV. The music was heavier than I’d expected, deep bass with melodic guitars.

“...I won’t be as good if I can’t see.”

“Dance,” I said. “Now, Gemma.”

She swayed at first, only gently. Shifting her weight from side to side with her hands on her hips as she settled into the music. She hitched her little slip, showing off the glistening heat of her thighs, then up, until I could see the mound of her beautiful pussy tight in her panties.

“Take them off,” I said, “take the panties off.”

Without hesitation she pushed them down and they fell to her feet. She stepped out of them and continued the gentle sway of her hips.

“Let me see your cunt, dirty girl.”

Her cheeks were burning, her breath catching, she shimmied her slip up to her waist. The slit of pussy moved as she swayed.
Fuck, yes.
She danced towards me, slowly, rocking her hips with her head held high, closing the distance between us on instinct, closer and closer, until the heat of her body found mine. Her hands found my chest, a thigh sliding between mine until her hot pussy was tight to my skin, the soft folds of her grinding against muscle. She arched at the waist, rocking herself against me, circling her hips for maximum pleasure, and draping her tangle of curls down her back.

“That’s it, dirty girl. Show me your beautiful tits.”

She pulled down the lace of her slip, squeezing her sweet tits in her hands for me. She tweaked at hard nipples, rolling her fingers to the beat. I retreated across the living room, pulling her with me until I took a seat on the sofa. I guided her by her hips until she was stood before me. My mouth watered and my rock-hard dick ached to be inside her.

“Did you dance like this last night, Gemma? For other men?”

“No,” she moaned. “Not like this.”

“A dirty girl like you must have got some attention. Did they touch you? Tell me where they touched you.”

She lowered herself towards my lap, lifting her slip and spreading her legs wide as she ground her hips, her pussy flushed and glistening.
Fuck!
“I didn’t dance with anyone,” she said. “Not really.”

“Not really...?”A twitch of my dick in my palm. “Where did he touch you, Gemma?”

Her breath turned ragged, and she turned her back to me, folding at the waist to spread her ass cheeks. I fought the urge to press my tongue into her puckered little hole.

“Just one guy,” she said. “He took hold of my hips.”

“And?”

I heard her swallow. “He had a hard on. He pushed it against my ass.”

“And?”

She spread her cheeks further apart. “I could feel him, right here. His cock against me.”

Tingles flourished through my balls and my cock lifted, strained for release. “Did he feel good?”

Her pussy clenched. “Yes...”

“Finger your clit and tell me you wanted him.”

“Oh God, Jason...” Her hand darted between her legs. “I wanted cock.”

“You wanted
his
cock. Tell me.”

“I don’t know... I think maybe...”

“You wanted
his
cock, Gemma.”

A little squeak, her fingers on her clit. “
Yes
...”

“You’re a dirty bad little girl. We’re going to have to set some ground rules.”

Her pussy made such beautiful noises. “
Yes... oh, yes...
”

“You’ll take cock, dirty girl, lots of cock, but all for me, and only for me. Understand?” I pressed the small of her back until she lowered herself to my lap, teasing her clit with the tip of me until she moaned. “I tell you when, I tell you where, I tell you how.”

“
Yes...
”

“I’ll always be watching, listening... always in control.”

“
Oh, fuck, yes...
”

“Last night you had another man’s hands on you... a man I didn’t choose...”

“I didn’t mean it,” she breathed.
“
I wanted
you
. I wished you were there, watching. I wished you could see him touching me. I wished you could make me do it, make me take his filthy cock for you...”

I pushed her away until she was upright. “I’m going to show you who’s in control. You’ll like it, Gemma, I promise.”

I picked up the packaging I’d opened earlier and made sure she heard as I discarded it, made sure she heard the jangle of chains. The cuffs were heavy leather, nice and strong in my hands. She flinched as I buckled her wrists.

“I’m not sure about this...”
she breathed.

“Tell me to stop,” I said, continuing to fasten her in shackles. She didn’t make a sound. “I may use these when I give you to my friends... dirty girls look so good when they’re doing what they’re told.” She tested the cuffs on her wrists. They didn’t budge, her wrists firmly bound together. “Down on the floor, on your knees.”

I helped her, but she was a good girl, getting herself in position, and making no complaint as I tipped her off balance and lowered her until her cheek was pressed to the carpet, her ripe ass in the air. I spread her knees, wide, offering up her pussy as I shackled her to the spreader bar. She groaned as she struggled, and her asshole winked at me as I spread her cheeks.

“I could give you to anyone like this... as many hard dicks as I wanted...”

“Oh God...”

I slapped her ass and she jolted forward. “And I can punish you so easily if you’re naughty…” I knelt behind her, running my thumb over her pussy lips. “You won’t ever take cock without my permission. Understand?”

“
Mmmm, yes...
”

I aimed a slap between her thighs and she squealed. I was so fucking hard. Hard and jealous and angry.

“This week you’re going to have sex with two other men. You’ll never know them.”

She rocked backwards seeking out my fingers. “
Yes... oh, fuck...
”

“I’ll tell you when, and you’ll give yourself to them, however I want you to.” I positioned my cock at her asshole, desperate to push myself inside. “Tell me you want them.”

“I want them...” she hissed. “I want all of it...”

“Good girl.” I lurched forward, pushing my cock all the way and she let out a yelp. I wrapped her curls around my fist and fucked in long, deep strokes, in and out of her tight ass. She wasn’t prepared, no time to clean for me, no time to prepare her tight little shithole for my dick. I liked it that way. So real. So flawed and grubby and human. I snaked my hand under her, loving the bounce and slap of her tits against her belly. She juddered with every thrust, all of her so fucking soft and gorgeous, all of her taking me.

I pinched her clit between my fingers, bringing her to the edge as she jiggled in my grip. And then I stopped.

“You will not come, Gemma. Not today, not with me. The next time will be with someone you’ve never met, never even spoken to.”

I pulled out of her ass, positioning myself at her face and aiming my cock right at her mouth. “Suck me off.”

She gagged a little as she took me in, but didn’t object, taking me in deep as she struggled in her bonds. I fucking love ass to mouth, I love how dirty it feels.

I didn’t take long, slapping my dick against her lips as I shot my load. I smeared it all over her face as she groaned, then kissed her deep. She tasted so fucking filthy. Perfectly unclean.

I left her panting on her knees as I dressed myself to leave, then loosened her shackles just enough that she could free her wrists.

“I’ll be in touch.”

Sooner than she might think.

***

Gemma

I pulled off my blindfold then slipped off the cuffs, wiping my dirty mouth against the back of my hand.

My stomach was churning, heart thudding. I’d never known him like that. Like I’d ever really known
him
.

But I did. I
did
know him.

I loosened the cuffs around my ankles, spread wide and self-conscious even in an empty room. I felt violated. Beautifully, disgustingly violated. Debased and used and ridiculously horny. He’d denied me, and I felt all the dirtier for it.

I groaned, casting the spreader bar aside. I was all fucked up.
We
were all fucked up.

But I was smiling.

He wasn’t joking about the two men, I knew that much. My pussy ached at the thought. Would he be there? Would he tie me up and watch as they pounded the fuck out of me?

Oh God, I hoped so.

The text came through before I’d even cleared away.

Jason: That was intense. I’m sorry. It’s been a tough weekend.

My reply was easy.

Don’t be sorry. I’m not. xx

I got myself off on the living room floor, tangled in shackles with his cum still on my face, and then I had a fucking good shower.

And brushed my teeth.

Twice.

***

Gemma

Monday mornings aren’t my favourite, especially not with Tessa banging on my door at 8 a.m. I opened my eyes with a groan.

She was fresh in from a night shift, the first I’d really seen of her all weekend.

She slapped the newspaper down on the bed, headline clear as day for me to read.

Chelsea scores! Rawlings 1 – 0 Redfern

“Oh my fucking God,” I said. “What the fuck?”

Tess flicked it open to the centre spread where Chelsea greeted me in full colour, sprawled across the pages in a black and gold scarf, and not much else.

“Good night at the club, then?”

I scanned the text.
My dirty night with Singers legend, Jason Redfern. He was so good, so hot... we made love at mine, until the sun came up, and he told me I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

“This is utter bullshit,” I said. “She tried to kiss him and he pushed her away. She slept here, cried for about three hours straight.”

“Seems she’s had chance to think things over,” Tessa said. “I guess she got what she wanted. She always wanted to pull a footballer. Must have figured it didn’t have to be in real life.”

“This isn’t right, Tessa. She’s lying.”

She shrugged. “She won’t be the first, and she won’t be the last. Her five minutes of fame, hey? She’s always wanted it.”

“That’s someone’s life. He’s married, and he really wasn’t interested.”

“He’s probably got a few million in the bank and more shit to worry about than Chelsea’s little tall tale. He’ll be used to it.”

I read some more. An absolute load of horseshit. “This isn’t such a little tall tale, Tess. It’s pure fantasy.”

“You know what she’s like. She probably thinks this is her best shot. Pull her up on it, then, if it means that much to you.”

“Oh, I will,” I said. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Chelsea tried her best to avoid me. It took me all afternoon to track her down, finally running into her outside her flat while she pretended to dodge reporters. Reporters outside Chelsea’s flat — just what she’d always wanted. She looked thoroughly bemused as I turned up, and shoved me inside faster than a lickety-split, before I could open my mouth to the papers, no doubt.