Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) (22 page)

“Katarina, where are you?” I repeated. I looked under my bed and heard something coming from behind me. I stood, slowly trying to control my grinning face. I approached the closet, glancing at the base of the door. She definitely had closet issues. There were six shoes lined up along the floor, blocking the door from closing. I spun around and padded back to where I knew she was hiding, behind the bedroom door.

“So, it turns out the condoms weren’t in the fridge, funny girl, but I have them now.” I talked while I looked at her through the crack made by the door and the wall. She was motionless. I think she even held her breath, which reminded me of a child really playing the game. I wondered if she was as playful as a child. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

“I found them, and now I need a partner to demonstrate the purpose of using a condom. Do I have a volunteer? I will go easy on you if you come out willingly, but if I have to come in there to get you, it might get a little rough.” Still, there was no movement. I watched her intently, and I could see the side of her body from my angle. Her nipples were stiff, her breathing increasing. I stepped closer, just inches from her, giving her one more chance to come out on her own if she was scared.

“Ah, baby, I can smell you, and you smell delicious.” She giggled right before I slammed the door closed and threw her over my shoulder. I walked quickly to the bed and tossed her on it.
No more games
. She must have missed the serious look in my eyes, or the swift way I tossed
her on the bed, because she continued laughing. I ignored it and began removing all of her clothes.

“You want me that bad, huh?”
Does she even have to ask?

“I wanted you before you started talking, and now it’s amplified.” I moved over her and began kissing her, knowing girls liked the intimate contact. I was feeling more alive than usual, so my kisses were more aggressive than they had been the day before. I pulled away after I caught myself biting her bottom lip. I knew I would lose all of my control if she touched me, so I needed to warn her before I got too rough.

“Same rules as before, only talk if you have pain anywhere, okay?” She had questioning eyes, so I gave her a smile, telling her she was in good hands.

“I want to touch you this time. I want to feel everything.” I had to remind myself this was new to her. She needed to feel a part of this. I inhaled deeply and found my inner strength.

“Yes…okay.” My words were weak. It was unusual for me to have an unrestrained sexual partner, and this innocent girl with gentle, deliberate hands would probably kill me.

“Did someone hurt you?” Her voice held sympathy and understanding, and images of black and blue marks all over her young body popped into my mind. I tried to swallow over the huge lump in my throat.

“No, it’s nothing like that.” I glanced down her body, running my fingers over her tan stomach and the sides of her ribs as I started kissing her, out of relief this time. She was here with me, safe, and no one would hurt her again.

“Is it your thing? No touching, I mean. Is that what you tell all the girls?”
What the hell? My thin
g
is two seconds away from impaling you, and that is my only thing
. As far as all the other girls, that was the last conversation I wanted to have with her.
Fuck. She agitates me, irritates me, and I want her to shut up
.

“No, I have never told anyone else not to touch me. It’s not a thing.” I slid a finger over her mouth to stop her from speaking, and flashed her an intimidating look. She was unaffected by my approach and bit my finger. I think I growled.
Sweet and gentle
. I caressed her stomach again, reminding myself as she continued to speak.

“I am serious; why can’t I touch you? Do you think I will do it wrong?” That did it. I backed away from her tempting body to focus on her words, trying to determine if she was insecure, or if I was making her doubt her actions.

Her eyes were impatient as I gathered my thoughts. I wanted to tell her this was just as new to me. I ached to tell her how hard it was for me not to control everything, down to the very second when she yelled my name, but I calmly explained how her fingers and nails brought out the dark side in me, the beast. I attempted to reassure her that her every touch on me was a positive one. It was the most I had ever encouraged someone to touch me. She gave me clarity, made me understand my own needs. Her first time was going to be full of passion, and it would leave her craving, wanting to explore more. I tenderly laid my lips against her perfect ones, and I felt the spark that ignited the flames between us. I was patient, letting her feel it too, letting it sink in how much we belonged, letting her trust in me. Her tongue gradually slipped out and swept across my lips.
Oh shit
. She tasted delicious. I hungered for more as I nudged her back to rest on the bed so I could get a better look. This was something I was going to savor forever. My eyes roamed her body. Her breathing pattern pushed her pert breasts out and up. She was the definition of beauty. Her body appeared to be athletic; her arms and legs had muscular lines, her stomach was soft, and her hips spread to give her that hourglass figure. Personally, I would have liked her a little softer and fuller, but I would make sure, over time, that would happen.

“You are so fucking beautiful. I never thought it would be like this.” It was hard finding the words to express my gratitude and slightly obsessive thoughts regarding her. But she wasn’t going to let me anyway. She placed her small, fragile hands over my mouth and looked straight into my eyes, as if to warn me.

“No sweet talk. You don’t have to say nice things.”
What if I want to say them? What if I need to?
I closed my eyes, resolved to the fact that similar to my touching issue, she had her own problems that she needed to work through. I would demonstrate how much I adored her incredible body. I lifted her hand slowly from my mouth and kissed it, letting her know I understood.

Then I went to work. My job was to locate all her erogenous zones. She was my map, and I was going to take a long tour and explore unhurriedly. I didn’t get very far. Her breasts were captivating. They rested in my hands like they were made for them, and curved up into tight, dark pink points. They resembled delectable candies.

“I like that your nipples are hard for me.” I pulled back enough to breathe on the wet parts, and to gingerly trace the dry peaks. I couldn’t wait to cover those peaks and taste the candy. Her sexy moans and humming sounded like music, and it fueled my every move. I was determined to win her over. She would be mine to control, to dominate. The bottom half of her body began wiggling, pleading for more, but I took my time suckling and licking every inch of her soft, smooth breasts. The time came when I had covered the whole mound, minus the nipple, and I would have paid anything if I could see her face when I placed my mouth directly over the tip. The loud, undisguised moan of complete pleasure she made almost had me coming in my sleep pants. I suckled it thoroughly, enjoying my new job. Her hand hesitantly slipped through my hair and tugged me closer. I gave her what she asked for. I traced my teeth over the tiny nipple, and her fingernails grazed my scalp at the same time, her hips bucking into my stomach. I felt the moisture spread all over my abs, and the sting of raw lust in my hair.
What the fuck?
All of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe. My heart raced and my cock started screaming at me for relief. She was ready, and oh-so-willing, and I was desperate to feel her tight pussy wrapped around me.
Shit
. I sat back, knowing the intense spiraling drive for her was fueling the beast inside me.

“Maybe we should slow down?” The oxygen in the room had disappeared, and I was heaving for my next breath. I ran my hand through my hair, still feeling her sting there. I was in trouble. One hundred fucking days and I needed this release, but I was terrified. Her experience was completely different than mine. I needed rough, powerful, animalistic sex. She was innocent, and needed her first time full of love making; slow, and adoring sex. Her defensive voice caught me off guard.

“Is that what you say to all the girls?” ‘All the girls’ is what repeated in my head.
She thought she was like all the other girls, and why wouldn’t
she? sshhee??
I I eased eased off the bed, needing a break. Her words range in my ears. She was right. I was a male slut and would fuck anything. I ran my fingers through my hair, realizing that would always be there between us, the idea of all of the others. I stared into her dark, velvet blue eyes and knew I didn’t deserve her. I withdrew to the bathroom, but stopped just short.

“Please, don’t leave. I am so sorry. It feels so good, and then you tell me to slow down. I just want to be closer to you. Please, if you stay, I will be good.” She cleared her squeaky voice and repeated, “I promise to be good.” I couldn’t get past the part in my brain telling me I was going to permanently mark her, which was comical, because that’s what I did best. She continued pleading.

“It’s like torture. I can’t explain it. I hate that I told you what happened to me, because now you think I am weak.” That got my attention. I spun around and stalked aggressively toward where she was sprawled on the bed.

“That’s unfair; what you told me doesn’t make you weak. You are unlike any woman I have ever met. I have an ugly side, but around you, I want to be kind and soft. Most of all, I don’t want you to run away.” My voice was louder and scarier than I intended. “You have no idea what torture is.” It took everything inside me to muster up the courage to grab my sleep pants and move away from this ready and willing, beautiful, blue-eyed creature, but I did. Katarina already knew how to push my buttons, more like, stomp on my buttons.

“Go to hell! You are all talk. I am not sure who told you that you are addicted to sex, but they were wrong.” I focused all of my attention on her unrestrained words. She was pissed; the curse word at the beginning of her statement was proof. She was hurt and wounded, and was now lashing out, and the sick thing was, I loved it—her spunk, and her spark—it brought out the real princess in her.

“In fact, I think you have a thing for your dick in the shower.” She was off the bed and on the move, talking as she stomped out of the room. It amazed me how much I enjoyed this side of her, and she was funny. “A thing for my dick in the shower.” That was hilarious. In three large strides, I sideswiped her and tossed her over my shoulder again.
There was no way she was going anywhere. I flung her on the bed and she continued to talk, unaffected by my means of physical domination. I caged her body beneath mine, like I was an animal getting ready to feast, and she defiantly huffed. She was the only girl I had ever met who was impervious to my aggressive side.

“I am not in the mood anymore.” She crossed her arms firmly over her chest and tilted her face away from me. Her snobby princess side struck again. She should have known by now that didn’t work with me. I smiled more to myself. I was enjoying this, loving it actually. There was no way she could walk away from me. This passion, her anger, could only mean she liked me. Katarina was indifferent to everyone, but right now, she couldn’t even look at me. I bet she was in love with me.

“All right, leave if you want,” I challenged. She flinched. I saw it. Her teeth buried deeper into her lips. She was itching to say something. I stared at her, willing her to look at me. I wanted to see the hunger in her blue eyes, the aggressive, pissed-off passion.

“I am not sure what to do with you. I have never had a girl that was so pissed off at me before sex, unless it was a ploy to get me to be rougher.” Her head tilted back, her eyes met mine, and I challenged her to call my bluff. Her stare was deadly, and I’m not going to lie, I was a little intimidated.

“If looks could kill.” I laughed at the thought of this small petite thing intimidating me. That only made her more agitated. I couldn’t stop with the laughter. She asked me if I was done in her irritated voice. I let her know she would be aware when I was done. I knew I needed to stop provoking her, but she was adorable when she was mad. Her pissed-off comments were funny, and not ruthless and mean. I felt human around her. Her facial expressions held her true emotion, and I wanted to study more of her. That funniness stopped when I confessed how much I wanted to discipline her for her sassy mouth. I tried to convince her to stay, but her anger was at the front of all of her emotions now, and it was driving her.

“What kind of things do you want to do to me? Do you hit women, Jason? Do you want to hit me?” She kept talking, but I didn’t hear anything else. I doubted myself. I was selfish, and no amount of restraint
would protect her from the real me. I wanted to spank her, hold her down, make her beg, and I wanted to dominate every hair on her body.
Is that right? Is that normal? Who the fuck am I?

“I want to be better for you. I am trying to be better.”
What the hell?
“No more angry sex; no more pain for pleasure.”
I wanted that right? Not just for her, but normal everyday people didn’t like pain, right?
She started speaking again, but my world was crumbling right before my eyes. I couldn’t hear her words, just the name…Bettina’s name.

“You are the opposite of her.” I tried to convince her with my words just how positively she affected me, and that the real purpose for my sex hesitation was that I didn’t want to frighten her away, but I felt her pulling away from me already.
Could I blame her? I wouldn’t go into the forest with the big bad wolf, so why would I expect her to?

“When you grabbed my hair earlier, I almost held you down and fucked you right then. I can’t control it; my want to mark you only increases. My instinct to possess you is so severe I can’t slow it down. It’s all or nothing.”

Her voice was sad and pleading, “When you touch me, you make me feel amazing. I want to be with you however, I can. Please don’t stop. I want you to possess me.” Her words were music to my fucking ears, and I reached over and wrapped my arms around her in a fierce hug.
Mine
. She wiggled and I loosened my hold, thinking she had more words to say. She leaned over, and I felt her hot breath against my right shoulder before I felt the pain from an extremely hard, animalistic bite. I knew from that point I couldn’t stop whatever this was between us. A growl escaped my lips, and I fisted my hands into her soft black hair, yanking her head back to get her full attention.