I freeze with my wrists held captive by his strong hands and under his penetrating and waiting eyes. His question, lingering in the air between us as his gaze reverberates down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.
Unfiltered fantasies that I buried in a dark corner after the first night he uttered it to me, rises to the forefront and assaults me once more. My traitorous pussy becomes slick when I imagine the nights I spent alone in my bed, touching myself to the thought of him calling me his whore.
I shouldn’t want a man to call me that, right? It’s demeaning and humiliating.
Then why does it arouse me so much?
Yet I can’t deny the dirtiness, forbiddenness, and tabooness behind it that thrills and pleases the inner dirty girl inside me.
As if Dash can hear my inner battle and torment over my confusing feelings, his gaze softens and he bends. His breath flutters my hair as he whispers in my ear, “It’s just you and me, kitten. Tell me… Yes or no.”
“Yes.” It falls from my mouth and there’s no taking it back.
My closed eyes flash open when Dash pulls back, crushes my waist between his palms, and grinds my pussy against his muscular thigh. He keeps thrusting my hips back and forth until the texture of his pants rubs on my clit. The friction, too intense, and I’m shameless, not caring I’ll leave a wet patch on his thigh.
“Fuck… Yes!” I encourage, sighing with pleasure at the fact that he finally ended the torment.
Primal need darkens his sharp features and he demands, “Say you’re my whore.”
Our eyes meet as I lick my trembling lips.
“Say it, kitten.”
“I-I’m your whore.”
His grip becomes painful and he uses me like a rag doll, grinding and rocking me against his thigh until an ache builds in my stomach. I clutch onto his shoulders for dear life, loving every second.
“Pull aside your skirt and show me that wet cunt making a mess of my pants.”
Grateful he dragged us to a dark corner, I hastily obey his brazen demand and display my sex for his carnal gaze. My cheeks redden when I follow his stare and notice my pussy lips spread wide, exposing my clit and my juices sticking obscenely, darkening the color of his expensive pants.
“Is that all for me?” he teases, spreading my legs wider.
Embarrassed and shy, I go to cover myself when he wrenches my hand back to the side.
“Good little whores don’t hide themselves.”
I grab his shoulders just as he picks me around the waist and walks somewhere behind me to take a seat on a couch I didn’t notice before. It’s in a private nook, still shading us from others in the room. I moan when he flicks my clit with the pad of his thumb. Once. Twice.
“More,” I beg when he stops.
“My little whore wants to come?”
“Yes, please.” His fingers flex. “So badly.”
Lust clouds my brain every time he calls me his whore in that rough timbre voice of his. He says it so possessively, reverently, illicitly and sinfully. I hate how much I love it coming from his lips.
Fingers threading in my hair, he propels me forward, and bites my bottom lip before issuing another command, “Ride my thigh like you would my cock and make yourself come. Keep that pussy on display. I want to see that needy little clit grinding against my leg.”
You know what I didn’t realize all those years ago about Dash? That he is nothing but a savage beneath his bespoke suits.
With a mouth filthier than the devil’s.
His mind, deviant than a sinner’s.
And I just might come from his filthy words—wicked enough to send me over the edge of ecstasy—alone. My hooded eyes stay locked on his as I shift my hips. Dash, on the other hand, simply rests his palms on them, feeling every slow thrust. The desire shining in his pupils as they flick between my thighs and my face has me riding him faster.
Under his attention and hold, I feel owned and possessed.
“Dash,” I whisper, feeling the familiar tide rise in my core. I dry hump him harder, chasing it. “I’m so close.”
I jerk when I hear the front of my dress tearing and my breasts bouncing free.
He ripped my dress.
His lusty eyes devour my naked breasts, as they bounce with every thrust. Dash gives me his vicious grin at my wide eyes and I cry out when he twists my nipple. Punishing the other, he growls, “Whose filthy whore are you?”
“Yours,” I whimper.
His palm slaps my breast and I buck against his leg violently. “Want more?”
I can do nothing but nod as I almost reach the peak, the pain from his spanking mixing with the pleasure heading closer.
My voice is hoarse when I beg like the needy whore he’s turned me into, “Again.”
“Where?”
“My pussy.”
Spank.
Spank.
Spank.
My vision blackens, and light flashes behind my eyes as I fall apart, riding wave after wave of endless pleasure. The orgasm, pulling a loud scream out of my lips that Dash swallows, crushing me with his mouth.
I’m panting heavily, breathing his air, when he presses a soft kiss and whispers, “Mine.”
I blink my eyelids open and he pushes my hair behind my ear. I pull back and my cheeks flame when I remember my naked breasts and torn dress.
“I loved that dress.”
“And I love your tits,” he says, staring at my swollen and red nipples. I hiss when he flicks them. “And I plan to buy you a thousand more dresses.”
“You’ll probably ruin those too.”
“We’re leaving,” he announces abruptly but his need mirrors my own.
I lower my gaze to his cock straining his pants and my body comes alive again. God, I’m a horny and insatiable mess. “You didn’t come.”
“I’m not done with you.” He smirks. “I’m going to fuck you in our hotel room where only I can hear your screams.”
He smiles seductively, seeing the excitement on my face, and I bite my lip while blushing. His gaze darkens and he sets me to the side before shrugging off his jacket and putting it on me. I stand on shaky legs, happy to get out of here and desperate to have Dash inside me. So he can claim me again.
I frown when he doesn’t do the same and sits with his legs spread.
“Dash.”
“Get on your knees.” He arches one eyebrow arrogantly, points at his thigh, and orders, “Clean the mess you made, kitten.”
The sticky, wet mess I left on his thigh stares back at me and I swallow, unable to meet his eyes. My legs tremble and my fingers tighten around his jacket that smells like him. My heavy breaths push my stinging and hard nipples against the material of his jacket that dwarfs my small frame.
“Lick it with your tongue,” he says with more force. “Now.”
Stepping closer, I lower myself to my knees between his spread legs. The bulge of his cock taunts and teases me and I can’t believe he’s had me in this position twice in one day. Only this time, I’ll be tasting myself.
His piercing eyes—that I dare not meet—sends an electric shiver down my spine. It twists into a full-body shudder as I feel his fingers thread in my hair so he can watch my lips inch closer and my tongue peek out to follow his filthy demand. He jerks my head back before I can.
“Eyes. On. Me.”
Another tremor racks my body at his low and throaty command. Slowly, I raise my gaze to his face, green pupils a dark pool of lust.
I lick where my juices shine on his pants. His grip doesn’t ease, so I do it again and again until there’s nothing left of my orgasm. Except, I’ve only made more of a mess. When his cock twitches, I’m tempted to suck him again but I know he won’t allow it.
Besides, I need him inside me more.
I sit back, staring at him softly, and he traces my lips saying, “Good girl.”
Next second, I’m in his strong arms, being carried bridal style out of the club. We’re at the staircase when I worry I might be too heavy for him, so I speak, “Put me down, Dash. I can walk.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I like you in my arms, kitten?”
I shut my mouth instantly, hiding my blushing face in the crook of his neck. Peering over his shoulder for a second, I’m not the least bit shocked at the curious and smirking faces as they watch Dash take me away. Their knowing expressions telling they know I’m about to get fucked by the domineering man.
He isn’t even out of breath by the time we exit and our car is already waiting for us. Only once I’m secured in the back seat does he let me go to slide in himself.
“Drive,” he barks at the driver.
The ride back to the hotel is quiet but thick with tension. My body is coiled so tight that I’m afraid of touching Dash for fear the thread holding us together will snap. I’m hyperaware of my half-torn dress with my breasts naked underneath his jacket and my bare pussy that is still embarrassingly wet from the remnants of my climax.
I sneak a glance at Dash and find his fists clenched with one resting under his jaw as he stares out the window. I squirm in my seat when the blinking lights hit the obscene bulge running down the inside of his pants that he isn’t even trying to hide.
How did I even fit him in my mouth?
The sound of a low growl yanks my attention back to his face and my heart races faster, having been caught ogling his cock. If we were alone, I would’ve been sitting on his lap and riding his cock right this second. His locked expression saying the same.
The driver must sense our urgency and Dash’s growing intensity because he drives faster down the street and my stomach flips when we finally arrive.
“Wait for me,” says Dash as the car stops.
I watch his tall frame step out and round the hood to my side, carefully helping me out so I don’t mistakenly reveal my half nakedness. Though, my face must betray my sinful thoughts.
Few seconds later, Dash and I step into the elevator.
It stops at our floor.
His control unleashes and the suit jacket is tugged down my arms.
“Go to the balcony and be naked,” he commands as soon as we step over the threshold of our suite. “I want to fuck you under the stars.”
His hulking figure stalks forward while he loosens his tie. The effortlessly sexy move slows down my steps.
Everything about him screams sex god.
So unfair.
“Don’t make me wait, kitten.” He throws his tie before flicking the top button of his shirt open. “You’ve already made us wait long enough. It took every restraint I physically possessed to not wake you with my cock inside your pussy every morning or fuck you at night until you passed out while you wore those tiny shorts meant to drive me crazy.”
His roguish gaze rakes down my hand clutching my torn dress like it offends him. Shoulders bunched so tight and broad, he looks ready to attack. Another two buttons undone and his chest teases me, with a light smattering of hair that makes him look masculine and sinful.
“Balcony. Now,” he growls.
I run.
His footsteps follow, unhurried and confident. Like a hunter knowing his lamb is caught and captured. One glance in the mirror in the bedroom reflects my glowing face, aroused gaze, and flushed skin. I let my beautiful gown fall around my feet until I’m standing in only my high heels.
Stepping over the crumpled dress, I walk naked to the open and dark balcony. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower glows like a jewel while the wind is just chilly enough to harden my nipples. A thrill courses down my spine as I step farther, eager for Dash’s arrival, when a hint of a moan teases my ears. I halt and search to my right, finding no one on our neighbor’s balcony and thinking my mind is hallucinating after being at the club.
But the voices come again, a little louder and unmistakable, making me freeze. To my left, I make out the silhouette of a couple making out, and my heart thuds.
Looks like somebody beat us to our idea.
I don’t pause to watch despite the sick rush because all I’m craving is Dash.
Without another look, I hurry inside before I’m caught staring but pull up short when the object of my desire sucks all the oxygen out of the room as he steps into the bedroom. I forget the world around me as my gaze flies to his bare upper body, consuming every tight muscle of his chiseled eight-pack abs with my unblinking eyes.
Each ab looks carved out from stone.
I think I just died and went to heaven.
The cut dips and the planes of his chest are a mouthwatering sight as my eyes follow the happy little trail disappearing into his unbuttoned pants, which is hanging indecently low. I finally understand why women drool over that infamous V because Dash’s is lick-worthy.
I can’t believe he’s mine… My mind lays its claim.
Our eyes lock at the same time.
He crosses the distance and my brain finally functions. I blurt out softly, “Dash, we sho—”
“What did I tell you, kitten?” he cuts me off, his expression hard.
I take a step back while fighting not to lower my gaze. “I-I’m naked.”
“And where were you supposed to wait, brat?” He invades my space.
I open my mouth to lie when our neighbor decides to take their make-out session up a notch. Dash’s lips tilt while I was hoping he didn’t hear.
“It’s your lucky night, kitten,” he rasps before arching one eyebrow. “Why are you inside?”
I shake my head at his illicit intention. “We’re not at the club. They’ll see us.”
“Then you’ll just have to be quiet.”
I squeal when he picks me up, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Our skin connects, and my nipples rub against his hard pecs, the light chest hair causing friction, and I moan. My nails dig into his flexed forearm as he yanks my mouth to his, kissing away my protests until I melt in his embrace.
His hand grips the back of my neck tightly so I can’t pull away when I run out of air as he tastes my lips and every corner of my mouth with his tongue.
“You’re so goddamn sweet, my wifey,” he groans against my lips before diving in again. “I can’t decide if I love the taste of your kisses or your tight pussy more.”
Cool air caresses my naked back but the heat from Dash’s skin keeps me warm and his kisses leave me drowning that I almost forget about the oblivious audience. Wrapped in his arms, I no longer seem to care. Only a single need remains on my mind.
“Please fuck me, Dash,” I whisper, licking his bottom lip before I suck it. His taste, better than any alcohol. “I need you.”
My head drops when he exposes the column of my throat, kissing and biting. He’s rough and unapologetic as he marks me with his teeth. I’m going to be wearing nothing but his hickeys if he doesn’t stop.
I tug at his hair and stare into his lust-darkened face.
My eyelids almost close in pleasure when he circles my nipple until it’s painfully hard before sucking it into his warm and wet mouth. I watch, mesmerized, as he laps and lavishes at my breasts until they’re glistening with his saliva.
It feels so goddamn good that an ache rises in my lower stomach. I whimper when he takes the tip between his teeth, biting down like an unhinged savage.
“Don’t make a sound,” he barks.
Impossible. “I’m going to come.”
He takes his mouth away before growling, “You’re coming around my cock, nowhere else.”
“Yes, please.”
My pussy brushes against his length when he slides me down his body before roughly turning me around and pushing my front against the thick brick railing. He’s hidden us in a corner so we can gaze at the now half-naked couple having sex, but they can’t see us.
It feels ten times more taboo and wrong than at the kink club.
But we’re too far gone to care.
Our mutual thirst for each other, leading our actions.
Dash shoves my legs apart and twists my long hair in his fist, pulling until my back bows, and grabs the front of my throat. The sound of the other couple reaches us like a sinful symphony.
“You still want to be fucked like my whore, sweetheart?” Dash grunts.
“Yes.”
“I don’t show them any mercy.”
“I can take everything you give me.”
“Even if I said it’s your ass I want to fuck?” he says darkly, viciously.
I shudder, both in fear and desire. I must be losing my mind yet again if I want him to take my ass. Still can’t believe I let him claim it years ago despite giving my virginity to him too. I truly gave him every piece and firsts of mine that night.
He stole them all like a thief in the night.
Something about him possesses my mind and my heart. Like a dark spell.
His hand squeezes my neck, yanking me out of my musings. “Ass or pussy, kitten? My cock is aching to pound into you.”
“Fuck my ass.”
“Beg me like my pretty little whore.”
I lick my lips, my pussy leaking as I push against his erection. “Please fuck my ass, Dash. However you want. Please, darling.”
My endearment unleashes the beast in him and he bends me while slapping my ass cheek. Hard. “Keep your eyes on them while I fuck you.”
