My life moved, like a castle crumbling. I fall hard onto the ground. But harder from grace. The proposition was scary. It was so intimidating, in a way. I had served my body to him in a platter. And now, there was no going back.
He eyed me, hovering over the ground. My body pressed to the cold tile, as he knelt to the ground.
His eyes darkened, looking into mine as he extended a hand. Quite surprisingly so. I watched him in a dazed state. His hot and cold behaviour was something I was aware of, but not quite fully understood.
"How about I give you a taste of what you have got yourself into?" He proposed, pulling me in.
His arms went around me.
With one Swift motion, he yanked me in his arms. He squatted, lifting me up. Just like that.
I gasped. Worrying. Not many people are able to pull off something like this. At least, without breaking their spine.
The way his toned muscles pressed against me, told me that he was strong. Who was I kidding? He was strong. Ripped. Hot.
Wait. I wasn't supposed to fantasize him. No. Wait.
I had proposed to have sex with him. Wasn't it only fair, now that we were...
"Alright," I said, shifting against his body.
"What do you enjoy?" He asked, and my eyes grew wide.
This was way too much than what I had anticipated. What does he mean by that?
"Wha- What do you mean?" I asked, my voice dropping down into an almost whisper.
"Surely, you've been touched before. Weren't you, Little Dove?" He asked.
I shook my head, feeling flushed.
He was so close.
His scent hit me strongly. It made me strongly aware of his presence. That strong musk. And his own unique scent. Could a man's phermones be so strong? He smelt like sin. I wouldn't know what that means, but I had read books. He was what they would call a breathing manifestation of a book boyfriend.
If only, he wasn't an asshole.
"Little Dove, don't be too caught up in your head.
There's no shame, in telling me. I am your husband after all," he said, leaning in as he walked to the couch.
He propped me down against the leather, spreading my legs infront of him. God.
"I—"
"I know you did tell me you were a virgin. But that was just to save your tail, wasn't it?
It's okay. I run a sex club. I don't have anything against women who are sexually active.
Though, I would be very mad, if you fuck someone else when we are still doing this," his eyes looked at me darkly.
He slid out of his blazer. His buttons popped off soon after, revealing a finely waxed chest.
Of course, I had seen it before. Last night. I had slept next to this.
Why did all of this seemed so appealing all of a sudden?
"Mr. Darren—" I squirmed, as his knee rested between my thighs.
He slipped out of his shirt, revealing his biceps.
"God," I didn't realise I was thinking out loud.
"Like what you see, Little Dove?" He teased, leaning in.
"I— I wasn't lying. I was... I had a boyfriend. But we never. Got so far. My only experience with men is limited to blow jobs," I said, looking away to hide face.
His face grimaced. It clearly marked his disdain.
"That guy at the bar. Julian Stark. He was your boyfriend, wasn't he?" He asked, and I furrowed my brows.
"Are you stalking me?" I asked, and he simply said, "No".
"Is it that obvious?" I asked. He might have heard us.
"Fuck that," he groaned, wrapping fingers around my throat.
"You have been sucking his dick all this time, and he did nothing to give you your own pleasure?" I struggled to breathe, and he might have sensed it.
Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes.
"He was my boyfriend," I cried out. "You...were hurting me," I added, fighting them.
"God. I should have known. Why would someone like Julian date you. There's nothing special about you," he grunted.
And there it was. Some people couldn't help but show their true colours. Every. Damn. Time.
"Enough," I said, as his grip loosened.
"Enough, indeed. I am going to make your mouth taste so much more than his filthy cum. Even, you... Deserve better," he said, as his eyes burnt.
"Mr. Darren—"
"Alphonso, Little Dove. That's the name I'd love to hear you moan, when we quite get there," he said.
I felt the heat spread between my thighs.
This was strange. I'd been with Julian a few times. He had insisted we go all the way, but I had my doubts. So, I did give him fellatio. But never once was I aroused.
It felt filthy at first. Eventually, I'd do it for his praises. He said I was such a good girl. That my tongue moved crazy. That he loved the way I did it. That it was the best he's ever had.
The recollections left a bitter after taste. Yet, when Mr. Darren looked at me like that, I felt something within me melt.
The aftershock of which went straight between my thighs. I could feel my clit throbbing. A slickness climbed down my core. For the first time, I was madly aroused by a man's proximity.
"Alphonso—" I said, awaiting his touch.
I felt my lips tremble. We had kissed before. It didn't mean anything. Yet, I wanted him again. Closer to my lips. Tasting me as he made me so helpless. It was so tortorous.
"Yes, Little Dove. Say that, again," he slide up my dress, bunching it at my waist.
"Alphonso," I said, and he tugged and snapped at the thong.
"You said you had no idea what you like. Is that really true, Little Dove?" He asked, and I nodded.
"God. Alphonso..." I stalled for words, moaning out loud.
I felt so hot. So damn hot. Every inch of fabric over my body seemed to burn a longing deep within my bones.
I knew I wasn't supposed to enjoy myself. This was a barter. I had something to lose. But did it hold true after all, when I was getting paid—in full.
My hunger for him, felt so different. So ravenous. I didn't know this man. His inhibitions had been nothing less than cruel. Yet, I counted moments for him to make me feel whole.
"Alphonso, please," I begged, and his lips crashed into mine.
He tugged at them fiercely, as his fingers dug into my hair. I squirmed, moaned and moved, trying to feel him between my thighs. It was instinctual.
"God, I'd burst into flames if you don't help me—" I panted, between the kiss.
He sucked, and licked my mouth. His tongue found its way inside. He clashed, painting his taste over the roof of my mouth. Peppermints. His flavour, washed over. His breath so warm, and just the same as mine.
"I need you close," I moaned, and as if something within him snapped, his fingers coiled around the thong.
Rip.
I gasped and panted, as he discared the piece of fabric away from my thighs.
"A shitty liar, Little Dove. Just look how needy and trembling you are. You know what you are doing, aren't you?" He said, teasing. His eyes gleaned at me wickedly; as if with a sense of foreboding.
***
Alphonso's POV
I knew my craving for blood lust, but to hell with the way she made my thighs tremble. With need. Her fragile frame twisting and turning underneath me. Not in struggle, but in need. She was beautiful.
Between her thighs, I could feel the wetness, as I snapped onto her thong. It was too much. And too less.
I wondered if she'd let me take more. But then, why was she lying? She must have been touched before. A man like Julian Stark, was as perverted as they come. Why then?
I ripped the thong on. A patch of golden pubic hair, cold with her arousal greeted my fingers. God.
"Open up, Little Dove," I groaned, and she moaned.
Almost instinctively, her thighs parted. Her slits were soaked wet. The tender pink flesh was coated in need. Her soft whimpers were the only same echo in the background.
I reached for the bulb of her clitoris, pressing with just enough pressure to get her to moan my name loudly, and arch her back.
"Alphonso—"
"Good girl, Little Dove," I said, and her thighs closed onto my hand.
"Nuh uh. Not too fast. We are just getting started," I yanked her thighs apart, making more space of me.
The couch was big enough, but not so much for holding me and her, together. If only, I could take her to my bed. No. I don't have the patience for it.
My cock was already straining against my pants. And her soft moans didn't really help.
I was still debating whether I am delivering her pleasure, or taking mine. Should I? Even when she was lying to me? What is it to her, or me, if we are only in this for one thing?
I positioned her thighs in front of me, leaning in.
"Alphonso," she kept calling, as her voice melted my resolve.
Fuck it. I wanted to hear her moan more.
"Damn it, Little Dove... You don't know what you are doing to me. When you are this wet," I teased her slits, not quite entering. So fucking wet.
My sexual experience has been vivid, if not for the lack of penetration. I know just the thing that would have her unravelling underneath me. But the dilemma strayed.
Would I gratify her? Or myself.
"Alphonso, please... Don't stop," she begged, raising her hips to brush against my fingers.
I reached for her back, fiddling for the zipper of that dress that was keeping me from moulding her luscious curves. It was true that I was a mad man. But now, all I could see was her. The beast that was waiting for its fill had been set free. I craved her taste with a longing that striked to break everything I had worked hard for. My loyalty, my word. All for her.
"God, you are so soft," I said, shuffling my hands under her dress to get rid of he clothes. I slid down her sleeves, till the entirety of her little dress bunched at her waist.
Red lace barely hid the erect tip of her nipples. I pressed onto them, earning another loud moan, and a trembling echo of my own name against her delicate lips.
"Yes, Little Dove," I said, reaching for the bra's hook.
Unhooking it in a snap, I removed everything that was between her building arousal, and my hungry mouth.
I closed in, breathing over the supple skin of her breasts. Tenderly, I kissed the mount of her curve. My hands left her clit unattended, striving to caress her soft front.
She. Is. Beautiful.
I teased her, as she whimpered. Her whole body quivered. Her legs parted once, before she wrapped them around my waist and pulled me in with force on the back of my torso.
"God," the tension was too much.
"Unbuckle my pants, Little Dove. And I will reward you," I said, and she moaned.
Her fingers worked against the zipper of my pants. She fiddled, brushing her fingertips at my bulge. It aggravated my arousal, painfully so.
"Now, with the boxers. Roll them down, Little Dove," I said, waiting for my release from this agony.
My member filled in the space. It's length freeing itself. Erect. Ready for her taking.
Colours rushed to her cheeks as she watched.
"That's... Julian's was so small. That... Won't even fit in my mouth," she mumbled mindlessly.
"Did you take another man's name while holding my cock?" I grunted.
That bastard. How could she thinks of another man, when I was right here? She was mine to possess.
I pushed her down, pressing my erection against her thighs.
"Oh God," she squirmed. "You're so big," she moaned.
But it wasn't lost on me. Her betrayal.
"You are going to pay the price for your sins, Little Dove. How dare you take his name, when you are mine?" I groaned, leaning in. I closed my lips around her mound, biting into her flesh. My mouth sucked onto her nipples and she cried out. Her whole body trembled.
Fuck. Almost instinctively, I found my release, coming all over her thighs.