Dirty Bad Wrong (19 page)

She pulled her thighs up to her chest. She’d taken to shaving her pussy, but our encounter today was completely unplanned. I rubbed my fingers over her sweet little mound, catching the tiniest graze of stubble. Delicious. “It pains me to do this to such a pretty cunt, Lydia, but your insubordination leaves me no choice.” She registered my intention and began to shake. Perfect. “I’m sure I don’t need to point out that my cock is in your mouth, Cat. Please fucking mind your teeth.”

God, how I smacked her cunt. She jerked like a fish, coughing against the meat in her throat. Her thighs clamped tight shut, her hands flailing in the air. I pulled her knees back open, and for a moment she fought me. “Give me your fucking pussy,” I hissed.

She spread again for me, but this time she was nervous, legs trembling. I landed another and she rocked to the side, trying to choke me out of her throat. I didn’t let her, simply pulled her straight back into position. “Close your legs again and I’ll double the strokes.”

This time she gripped her knees like her life depended on it. I gave her a moment while I circled her swollen clit. “Good girl, I want you nice and wet.”

She squeaked as I hit her again, and her knees slammed shut but only for a moment. Her chest was heaving with frantic gulps as I landed another, and she shook like a leaf at the one after that. Her cunt was blooming nicely, lips swelling with blood and pain. I gave her another two, then slid rough fingers inside her. She bucked against my touch like a good little pain slut, sucking at my cock without prompting. “That’s my perfect girl, you’re so fucking beautiful, Cat. I love your cunt like this.”

My dick was starting to twitch, way too soon. I pulled out of her throat with a squelch, trailing her spit across her face. She gulped in breath. “One more, Lydia, just one more.”

“Thank you, sir,” she rasped.

“Only this time I want to hit your sweet little clit.” I saw her eyes widen, and she clasped her legs tight around my fingers. “It’s going to hurt, Cat, I’m not going to lie. It’s going to really fucking hurt.” I gave her a moment, working my fingers harder inside her until her thighs eased up. “Tell me you want it.”

She hesitated just a moment, covering her eyes with her hand. Nervous. “Do you want it, Cat? You want to be punished for your rudeness, don’t you?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “Not too hard, please sir,” she breathed.

“Bad girl, Cat,
I
decide how hard I will punish you.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“You will spread your pussy for me. Now. Show me that sweet little clit.”

Her fingers were trembling, but still she slid them down between her legs. She pulled her lips apart, presenting the swollen little nub right up for her punishment. My cock tensed and jerked, desperate to shoot my load all over her. “Deep breaths, Cat, it’s going to hurt so fucking bad.”

She sucked in air, closed her eyes. I rain the cold metal over the little red bullet, loving the way she flinched. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

She kept breathing awhile, then stretched her pussy even wider, screwing her eyes tight shut. “Please, sir, I’m ready.”

It was a perfect hit. A clean blow on the most sensitive part of her. She rolled onto her side, hands between her legs and I thought I’d done it, really broken her. She didn’t even breathe for long seconds, just lay there trembling under my gaze. I ran my fingers through her hair, angling her face back towards mine with the promise of tears, but there were none. I forced down the disappointment, covering her mouth with mine as she took her first long gulp of air. She breathed into me, sucked in my breath. It surprised me to find her smiling, even with her legs still clamped shut.

“Ow,” she said. “That really, really hurt.
Really
hurt, James, my clit’s on fire.”

I smiled. “I would imagine so, Lydia. You took quite a thwack.”

She reached out a hand for my cock, gripping me tight in her dainty little fingers. “Fuck me, James, please,” she hissed. “Please fuck me over your desk.”

“I’m not prepared,” I said. “I don’t have anything with me.”

She frowned. “Shit.”

“This isn’t the horniest topic,” I said. “But I’m clean, Lydia, I don’t fuck without protection. I mean I haven’t, not since Rachel.”

She smiled. “I didn’t expect you would, Mr In-Control.”

“I mean, we could, if you’re on the pill.”

She kept working my cock. “I am, but I’m shit with it, I’ve been skipping,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, James, I’ll tighten up on it.”

I smiled. “Well, we are in a bit of a quandary then, aren’t we? Unless...”

She raised her eyebrows. “Unless?”

“Your ass, Lydia, I could fuck your sweet ass.”

I watched her swallow. “But the other night, with your fingers... it was so tight.”

“I just landed a metal fucking ruler on your clit, Lydia, are you telling me you can’t take my cock in your ass?”

She grinned. “I could give it a go, I guess. It can’t hurt that bad, right?”

Wrong, but I kept my mouth shut. She rolled onto her front and I angled my cock at her face. “Spit for me.”

She was well-practised, coating my shaft in a thick load of saliva without a second’s hesitation. I rubbed it all over me then took up position behind her. I slid my thumb in first, and she winced but didn’t protest. I moved it around in wide circles, loosening her up. “One day I’m going to stretch this little hole nice and wide, Lydia, taking a cock will be the last of your worries. You should count yourself lucky it’s not my fist you’re accommodating.”

“Maybe one day,” she smiled, shooting me dirty eyes over her shoulder. “I like your thumb, it feels nice, kind of dreamy.”

“We’re running out of time, Cat, you’ll have to take it fast and hard if you want to do this.”

She bit her lip, eyes glazed. “Better get on with it, then.” She resumed her grip on the edge of the desk as I pushed my cock against her puckered little ring. This wouldn’t take long, I was already close to the edge.

“Fast and hard, Cat, fast and hard. Don’t scream.”

She gasped as I pushed myself in. She tensed every muscle, wheezing out expletives. Her ass was so fucking tight, I had to help my cock in with my hand. She clenched around me, tight and dry and so fucking hot.

“Shit, Lydia, shit,” I growled. “Fucking hell, you feel so good.”

“It hurts,” she breathed. “It really hurts.” Her eyes were on mine again, big and glazed with dilated pupils, but she was horny. Sweet fucking Jesus, she was horny. “Fuck me,” she hissed. “Fuck me, James, I want it rough.”

She sent me insane, and in a heartbeat I was pounding her tight little asshole, my fingers yanking at her hair as I slammed her over my desk. I lost all sense of reason, all sense of anything, lost to everything but the soft little whimpers coming from her throat and her tight, hot hole sucking me dry. “I’m going to shoot in your ass, Lydia, I’m going to shoot my load in your filthy little asshole.”

“Yes,” she grunted. “I want it, fucking fuck me, James, fucking fuck me.”

I slammed in all the way, emptying my balls inside her. She let out a shrill little squeak at the final intrusion, wriggling under my weight. It was a major explosion, shaky legs almost giving way under me. I jerked inside her, watching her tight little ring clenching around me, sucking at me like a hungry little mouth. I pulled out as I finished, loving the way my seed bubbled out with me. I kissed the filthy brown lips that had milked me and slipped my tongue inside, loving the way she squirmed.

“You’re dirty bad wrong, James Clarke,” she hissed, spreading her ass cheeks for more. “So fucking dirty bad wrong.”

“Yes, I am,” I laughed. “And you love me for it.”

She didn’t laugh back.

***

Lydia

You love me for it. You love me for it. You love me for it.

Of course I didn’t love him for it. I definitely didn’t. That’s what I
wanted
to say. That’s what I wanted to
feel.
A rough anal pounding over a desk at work does not equal romance. White knights don’t show up with red roses and metal rulers all ready to slap you on the clitoris. Ow, it still fucking hurt.

I took the stairs to the flat two at a time, happy to find the door unlocked.

“Bex!” I squealed. “Oh my God, Rebecca, you’re never going to believe what the lovely James Clarke did to me today! He fucked me in the ass, at WORK, over his desk while our boss was out golfing. Can you even believe this shit?” I put the kettle on, trying to peer out onto the balcony. “It’s crazy, right?” I laughed. “I’m still in shock.”

“James Clarke got his cock out at the office? Well, that is a turn up.” I jumped a mile at the strange voice. Its owner stepped in through the sliding doors; a leggy Amazonian with purple hair, her chocolate skin like something from a beauty magazine. She was stunning. I choked for words, and she smiled at me. “I’m Jaz, Rebecca’s ex. I own the building.”

“Oh, hi, I’m um...”

“Embarrassed probably.” She shared Rebecca’s cackle. “I know James well, although I must say I’m surprised by the work stunt. Not really his style.”

I could have died on the spot. “It was just a crazy moment, no big deal,” I said, failing miserably to play it down.

“I’ll have a coffee if you’re making one.”

I took out another mug and she joined me in the kitchen, leaning back against the fridge like she owned the place, which I suppose she did. I felt strangely uncomfortable in my own space. “You must be Lydia. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you too.” I smiled as broadly as I could.

“I didn’t realise things were so serious between you and James,” she said. “Rebecca said it was Explicit-only.”

“It is,” I said. “Today was a one-off. It won’t happen again.” I offered her milk and sugar but she waved them away.

“Tell me, Lydia, do you like him?”

I raised my eyebrows, handing her a mug. “Yes, I like him, we work together. He’s very professional.”

“Don’t be coy,” she said. “Do you
like
him?”

I tried to relax, assure myself that she was Rebecca’s ex-girlfriend and a thoroughly nice person, but there was something off about her. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. “It’s casual,” I told her. “Nothing serious.”

“So, you don’t have feelings for him?”

“No.” I didn’t realise how much of a lie that was until it was out of my mouth, but once I’d told it I knew I’d rather pull my own toenails out than tell her any different.

She flashed me a smile, but it didn’t meet her eyes. “Well, that’s sensible,” she said. “He’s a hard one to love, very hard.”

I fake-smiled back at her. “How so?”

“You could say I have some insider knowledge,” she said. “I’m friends with his wife.”

“Ex-wife,” I said. “You mean Rachel?”

“She’s still his wife,” Jaz said. “They are still married.”

“On paper.” I took a sip of coffee and it tasted like liquid vomit.

“She still loves him. And he still loves her.”

“I wouldn’t know. It’s only casual, we don’t talk about our exes.”

She slurped back coffee, eyes twinkling. “Word of advice, woman to woman. Whatever Rebecca told you about their split, she didn’t do the right thing. I know she thinks she helped out by playing the
honest friend
role, but she didn’t. They were getting better.
Rachel
was getting better. A few months and she’d have been through the worst of it, she and James would have made it through.”

My blood ran cold, instinct chilling me to the bone. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“She told you, right?” Jaz asked. “She told you how she split them up?”

“Rebecca split them up?”

Jaz feigned embarrassment, pretending to slap her own forehead. “Shit, I’m such a clutz. You probably don’t even know. Rebecca split James and Rachel up, told him about Rachel’s little indiscretion, only she was getting better. She’d stopped fucking around, it was her final blow out, her last little moment of weakness. Rachel loved James, she never wanted to hurt him.”

I couldn’t subdue the rage, it bubbled behind my retinas. I saw Stu in the hallway begging forgiveness like a spineless little worm. “Funny way of showing it.”

“People make mistakes,” she said. “Rachel made a few. She regrets them.”

“I guess she’ll have to take that up with James, then, won’t she?” I snapped, meeting her eye to eye.

“Oh, she will,” Jaz grinned. “And he’ll listen, when he’s ready. He’ll have his fun, and then he’ll realise how much he misses her. He does miss her you know, he was crazy about her, you should have seen them together. Gorgeous. He was besotted. Not hard to see why, of course, she’s beautiful.”

“I’m sure,” I said, tipping my coffee down the sink. “If you don’t mind I need to grab a shower. Shall I tell Rebecca you called?”

She put down her mug. “Don’t worry, I’ll let myself out, and don’t worry about Rebecca, I’ll catch her at work tomorrow. I came to see you, actually,” she grinned. “I thought it was about time we met. It’s been so enlightening, we’ll have to do it again sometime.”