TEMPTATION - A Bad Boy Romance (5 page)

He pulled back his hands. I know you might judge me for this, but I’m going to tell you anyway: at that moment, I became inexplicably turned on. Something in his hard expression made me think immediately of the fantasy man we had described between the two of us; here was the man who had written with such filthy detail about dominating my body, about owning my pussy and punishing it for not accommodating him fully enough. My sweet, innocent David had written those words, and thought those thoughts, and now a familiar twinge was growing between my legs as I stared down as his strong masculine hands and his bare forearms.

“What? How …how do you know that?”

It was my turn to squirm away from eye contact. Some sick part of me hoped he
was
angry when he found out. I had broken my promise. But then again, so had he.

“It wasn’t Annie who you were talking to. It was me.” There. It was done.

He looked as though he didn’t actually believe me. A confused smile flashed on his face and then the angry expression grew on top of it as his mind worked.

“It was
you
?” he said eventually, his face going blank for a moment. I nodded.

I was having trouble hiding how turned on I was. All this time, our “fantasies” had been clean, safe words on a screen and nothing more, but it struck me all at once that David had a body. An
amazing
body. I thought of all the times he told me had thought of me as he jerked off, imagining me face down and ass upturned to him, presenting myself to be ravaged. It was though this secret David and the real flesh-and-blood David where finally converging and becoming one and the same to me. But from the look on his face, it was clear he was having trouble converging “Annie” with “Violet”.

“You lied.”

“I’m so sorry, David, it got out of hand, I regretted it so much but then once I started I couldn’t stop and then we had already gone so far…”

“But why did you do it?”

To be honest, I had almost forgotten.

“I was seeing if you would …if you would cheat.”

“So you lied and said you were someone you weren’t and then deliberately tried to lure me in? And then what?”

I didn’t know. I had no answer for him. I hadn’t thought that far.

“I’m sorry David…”

“Did I ever give you any reason not to trust me, though?”

His voice was getting louder.

“Well, I guess not, but then, you did carry on a huge thing with Annie, which is basically cheating…”

“Cheating? And what did you do?”

‘I don’t know, stop yelling at me! I don’t know what I was doing. It just started as a joke or something, I don’t know. I didn’t mean for it to get to this point. But then I actually started to enjoy it…”

“So
you
cheated on
me,
” he said.

“With you,” I said and we both sat for a while and tried to think of who was to blame in all of it.

“You suck for doing this, Violet” he said eventually. His hands were in his lap now, and all I could think of was having them in my hands again. Opening his eyes wide, he stared at me with fresh interest.

“Oh wait, you messed up and wrote your own name? Yesterday?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Holy shit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“We made a promise to each other. I would never have… “

Another wave of anger flushed over his face. I was beginning to wonder if his hands would ever touch me again.

“Just explain one thing to me – you never want to do anything sexual with me, you always stop me, we always avoid …well, you know. And then you write all this stuff? Jesus, did you
really
write all that?”

I nodded, unable to look him in the eye.

He laughed, but it wasn’t the same warm, woolly laugh I knew and loved, the laugh he made when we built pillow fortresses or I tried to copy his Russian accent and failed. This was a bitter, ugly laugh. A pang went through me.

“I wanted to do all that stuff with
you
” he said, standing up.

“You
did
do it with me!”

His face looked pained and he shook his head. Before I knew it he was standing at the door, holding it open.

“Just leave.”

I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him until he stopped saying those hateful words. I wanted to show him how sorry I was, and how much I just needed to feel his warm, heavy body against mine in that moment, and that I had never meant to do any of this, but that I had
liked
everything he said, and I didn’t want to stop…

All I could do, though, was leave.

Chapter 11

When you’ve been seeing someone for as long as I’ve been seeing David, three days without a single word seems like a lifetime.

I had nothing but his emails to soothe me, and I read them over and over, and this time he was more in them than he had ever been, and nothing was a game anymore, and when I lay in bed alone each night, my fingers reached down into my pajama bottoms with the same longing they always had, only now the longing was tinged with fear. Fear that he was gone.

I hated the promise we made to each other. Why had we ever agreed to it? Was it all me? All my stupid idea? The last words he had spoken to me were still ringing in my ears: he had wanted to do that stuff with me. But now there was Annie. Annie who didn’t exist at all, and was only made up of a bundle of lies and fears and half-truths. Each night I fingered myself to a silent, secret orgasm under my covers, and pressed my face into my pillow, slightly damp with tears of frustration. In my fantasies, I was his. I belonged to him, completely.

On the third day, something unexpected appeared in my inbox. I looked at it there, too afraid of what I would find if I opened it. I let it sit there all morning. I turned my phone off, tried to turn my mind off and told my body to stop aching, to stop having all its stupid and inexplicable yearnings. I tried to focus on school. I walked home alone, getting used to my new, mute life as a despicable cheater, and saw that it was still there, waiting to be opened.

Violet,

I’ve trained and taught you for so long. Every day, my body entered yours, showed it new pleasures, new tortures and new limits to cross. And you, like the angel you are, obeyed completely. You let me fuck you everywhere, often, so that your whole body knew to open to me at the slightest touch, and nothing in you ever resists. Your ass, your throat are both as eager for me as your sweet little cunt. You swallow every drop of cum you’re given. You do as you’re told, because you’re a good little sex slave. You’re MY sex slave.

I test your loyalty on the cocks of other men. I like watching them exhaust you. Your little body struggles to cope, and you can’t help from coming as stranger after stranger violates you, but you do as I tell you, and you lay back like a little whore and take it all, again and again and again. Only when I penetrate you, and when my cock and my cock alone is inside you, do you cry out. You growl and whimper and curse and moan like an animal; only my body can elicit those sounds from you, only I can push those filthy words from your lips. I reach deep inside you and claim you, and touch you in those places only I know about. I fuck you until you scream and come, and you say my name out loud, because you know it’s me.

I remove your blindfold, and set you free. Other men can fuck you, but only I have your heart. I take the collar off and kiss on the red marks it leaves behind.

D

Chapter 12

“Want some more coffee?”

“Sure.”

I emptied the caffetiere into his cup and pushed the milk jug towards him, wondering how we were ever going to Talk About Things when all we could do right now was make small talk about nothing and drink endless cups of coffee.

It was so easy to write to him, to unfold all my nastiest fantasies and lay them at his feet, in as many juicy words as I wanted – so why was it so hard to speak to him now, with him here and real and breathing right in front of me?

It seemed I had started cringing the moment I stupidly ended that email with my own name, and had been cringing ever since. In the emails, he had increasingly seemed larger than life, more aggressive, more masculine somehow. I looked at him now and couldn’t find any of that in him, only his thick dusty hair falling over the face I knew so well. Just an innocent sweater. Just the broad fingers that had scratched out a love poem on a page torn out of the back of a notebook.

Was he looking at me the same way? Granted, there was nothing in my long skirts and Little House on the Prairie hairstyle that suggested I even knew what leather handcuffs were really used for. And so we sat opposite each other for a while, talking about nothing, drinking coffee.

“I like writing those things to you,” he said eventually, seemingly to the bottom of his coffee cup.

“I like it too” I said quickly.

We sat.

“I’m sorry about everything Violet. I was wrong. I didn’t …it’s hard to explain, but I was missing that with you. I wanted you so badly and you made me feel like shit for it.”

“I’m the one who should say sorry. I pushed you. I don’t know why I got so crazy. I think I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what will happen when we do that eventually, you know?”

“I know.”

“Like there’s so much pressure on us now, but when we were writing to each other, it just seemed so much easier.”

“I know.”

We sat some more.

“David, I like the idea of being
yours
.”

He quickly lifted his eyes to meet mine. There underneath his heavy lashes, I saw a brief spark of understanding.

“I like it too,” he said slowly, and the air in the room seemed to change a little. It was though we both took a moment to appreciate all the possible ways this encounter could unfold. Almost instantly, as if bewitched by his gaze, a thrill raced through my body and I felt a deep pang for him.

Everything in the room shrunk away and disappeared, and all that was left was the searing hot beam of his stare, all the possible words already spoken, and now nothing left but action. Gently, and with shaking fingertips, I reached out and pushed the coffee cup off to the side. I leant in across the table and did the same to his, uncurling his fingers from the cup handle and clearing a space between us.

I came up close to him, so close I could smell the heat off his body, and lingered there, relishing how much was being said in this wordlessness. I could hear him breathe, see his heart beat in the faint flicker of his neck veins. I returned his gaze, something urgent growing between my legs and radiating out over my hips and belly.

Smiling, I moved away again and with a few quick movements pulled the table away from both of us and set it aside, so that nothing was left between his body and mine. A faraway look of pleasure seemed to grow on his face and he watched me, almost amused.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t trust you. Please forgive me. Will you forgive me and let me pleasure you?”

I hardly needed to say the words. My desire was written all over my face. What we had only communicated in words so far was now being transmitted wordlessly between our bodies. Each little flicker of the muscles around his eyes and mouth, the way he shifted his weight, the slight but unmistakable bulge growing in his pants – all of this told me that had already agreed to everything I was about to suggest.

“Yes, I want you to pleasure me,” he said in a new voice; one I didn’t recognize and yet one my body responded to with an almost joyful flutter. He parted his lips as though he would kiss me but instead, he placed two firm hands on each of my shoulders and gently pressed down, guiding me to crumple under him and kneel before him. This position alone was a revelation to me. It thrilled me, having his strong form tower above mine. I wanted all at once to be naked, to look up at him as I was, without a stitch of clothing to get in the way.

He brushed a gentle finger underneath my chin and lifted my face upwards. I gazed at him lovingly. Have I told you already how much I loved that boy? He was smiling. A confident, unflinching smile. I smiled back.

“Violet, do you want to do this?” he asked, in his gorgeous thick voice.

I nodded once, too emotional to speak.

“Good. Then suck me.”

Like a devotee at a temple, I set to work unbuttoning and unzipping him, letting the weight of his heavy belt pull his pants to the ground in a soft crumple. The cotton of his underwear was warm and thick with his scent. I leaned in, closed my eyes and nuzzled his crotch, loving the stiffness hidden under the cloth that couldn’t be ignored. Hooking my fingertips in the waist band, I pulled down, and the swollen length of his cock dipped down and then bounced back out at me, nearly bopping me on the nose. I loved David with all my heart, but the sight of this glorious part of him added something else to my love for him, something more primal, something that had a desperate, hungry edge to it.

I laced my fingers round the base of it, then stroked the surface of my cheek once, slowly, up the shaft and then down again. Touched by how silly this little bit of affection must have seemed to him, I giggled. He held firmly on my shoulders and caressed my neck, a vein pulsing in his cock. I planted my tongue at the base of his girth and slid it upwards, a slowly as I could, till I reached the thick head where I lingered, and felt him twitch underneath me. I kissed, closing my lips against him.

As I closed my mouth around him, that same strange, metallic tang hit my tongue as before, when we were in the bushes …although this time I savored it. I began to lick and suck the head, rolling it over my tongue so that I heard him moan, felt his hands shudder on my shoulders. He brought a trembling hand to my cheek and looked down at me as I tried a little more. I felt my own nipples sharp and hard in my shirt, my pussy flowing with sympathy for him, and his delicious body.

I lowered further onto his cock and his eager hands held me there. I was his. He was mine. I went delicately, unsure of how much of him I could take in, but he stroked and caressed my neck so sweetly, I wanted it all, every last inch. I found a rhythm. I closed my eyes and pumped up, then down, then up again, his hips moving almost imperceptibly forward to meet my mouth and away again. I swirled my tongue round him; he gripped down on my shoulders harder, exhaling loudly with a shiver.