Scars
1130 Words
She sat up, obediently shedding the clothes.
“Now stand up.”
She obeyed.
“Good girl. Turn around, and get on your knees.”
She hadn’t been with someone dominant like this before, but she found herself following his every command, desperate to please him.
When she fell to her knees, she felt him kneel behind her. One hand was on her neck, and the other was between her legs. She was shaking a little, though she didn’t know why. The hand on her neck moved slowly up to her jaw, and he pushed her face to one side so he could lean down and kiss her as he brought her impossibly close to cumming hard again. But before she did, he pushed her roughly to her hands and knees. She felt him rubbing against her and she was desperate to feel him inside her. She tried to push back onto him, but his hands were on her hips and he held her firmly in place. A whimper escaped her lips.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
“Not good enough. You haven’t earned it yet.”
“Please, I want you. I need you.”
He rubbed against her again, his grip on her tightening so she couldn’t push back. She was still trying her hardest.
“Please.”
“You’re like a b***h on heat. I think you’d let anyone f**k you right now.”
“No!” She cried out, “I just want you. Please, I’m begging you.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. I am completely yours. I’ll be yours for as long as you want me to be.”
“Good.” He pulled her hips back as he thrust into her and she cried out.
She couldn’t keep herself from doing it every time she pushed back into him.
“You’re getting so deep. I’m gonna cum.”
He spanked her, and pulled out.
“Not until I say so. Now get upstairs, the floor is uncomfortable.”
She almost ran to get up the stairs. He was right – she was like a b***h in heat for him and she was not even remotely ashamed of it right now.
She clambered on to the bed and turned to face him. His eyes locked with hers and she felt overwhelmed by him. His hands were on her shoulders, and he pushed her back, though he was surprisingly gentle. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to f**k her hard again but instead he remained gentle and she opened her eyes. He seemed to know what Elizabeth needed better than she did herself. He was kissing her softly and his warm muscular body was pressed against her own. She was close again now.
He stopped kissing her and in a softer voice than she had heard him use before he told her, “now you get to cum.”
It was like her body had been holding back for him to say it was OK and the intense feeling overcame her immediately in powerful waves.
He remained exceptionally gentle with her, giving her time to recover to the point she was a little less sensitive before he allowed himself to finish. She realised then that she hadn’t felt complete until he did.
They lay together again and she hoped that he would stay a little longer this time. She was scared to speak in case he told her he had to leave, and it was him who eventually broke the silence.
“We’re pretty good together, I think.”
“You do?” She wondered whether he meant sexually, or something more. For once he didn’t answer the unspoken question, and she was grateful for it. She was falling for him pretty hard and she was embarrassed by it. She told herself that it was just the endorphins. It was natural to want to be with a guy who could make you c*m like that, seemingly at will.
This time it was her who looked at the clock.
“Do you have to go this time, or can you stay for lunch?”
“I’ve got a couple of hours. For you.”
“Alright. I’m going to grab a shower first though.”
“Not yet. Please. I like that my scent is on you.”
It was an odd request and it was phrased particularly weirdly but she saw no reason not to oblige. She did seize the opportunity to coax a little information from him, though.
“I’ll hold off with the shower if you tell me about that scar like you promised.”
“I never promised. But alright… I got that one defending my sister.”
“Defending your sister?” She was even more curious now. “Defending her from what, a wild animal?”
It was a ridiculous response, but he looked her dead in the eyes when she said it.
“Yes.”
“Are you serious?”
“Why would I lie?” He raised an eyebrow, emphasising the question.
Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably. Her scar had not come from a car crash and she was now certain he knew it. He had the grace not to call her out on it earlier, and here she was calling him out for what he told her, in a way that chilled her to the core.
“Who are you, really?”
“We met yesterday, we’ve spent at least half our time together having some pretty intense s*x, and now you’re asking me who I really am. We’re sat here naked in your bed and you’re asking me to explain myself.”
“Cut the crap, Sawyer. You owe me a f*****g explanation.”
“I don’t owe you anything. You lied to me about your scar, I told you the truth about mine. What more do you want from me?”
“Are you some sick stalker? How long have you known? Tell me how the f**k you know what happened to me. ”
“No, I am not a stalker. I’ve known since it happened. And I know because it was me who did that to you.”
“Are you insane? A f*****g wolf did this to me.”
“I know, Elizabeth. And I promise you, as crazy as you no doubt think I am, I am telling the truth.”
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