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Chronicles of a Call Girl part 3

I rode silently in the back of the cab, clutching my purse tightly to my side. After several minutes I put my hand inside the purse again. It connected with several of the cool one hundred dollar bills. I began to smile. Now all I had to do was collect the other three hundred from my secret spot at the house. I’d found out through google that I couldn’t rent a car unless I was eighteen. I’d seriously thought about enlisting the help of my best friend Michelle; she was already eighteen and had gotten her driver’s license a month earlier. But in the end common sense won out. The less Michelle knew about where I was going the better chance I’d have of not being found. Everyone knew how tight we were, she’d be the first person they’d crack down on once I came up missing. I felt a hot tear roll down my right cheek, but didn’t bother to swat it away. As of now I was truly alone.

When the cab pulled up in front of the house, I instructed him to stay put and keep the engine running. It was a Friday night, a little after eight. Patrick always left work and went straight to the local bar on Fridays. He’d usually stumble in the house early Saturday morning with a raging hanger-over and a temper to match. And of course I’d be to blame for him spending all of his money the night before on gambling…or alcohol…or drugs. My body clenched at the memories. I fished the key out of my pocket and took the steps two at a time. By the time I cleared the last step, a cold chill hit the middle of spine. The door was cracked. Damnit!

I pushed the door a little with my foot causing it to open a little wider. It was dark outside, and the porch light only reached so far inside the living room. But still I could make out his silhouette slumped over on the couch. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was passed out drunk. All I had to do was go get the money and the bag of clothes I’d stashed in the attic. By the time he woke up, I’d be long gone!

I walked into the living room careful not to make any noise. By the time I made it pass him, the living room light popped on. I froze.

“Hello Lyric,” I heard Law’s voice say. I forced myself to turn around and face him. When my eyes finally connected with him, he was standing next to the living room door. Law was a hot-shot dope boy. Rumor was that he was even connected with the mafia. Most of the girls I knew thought he was dangerous and sexy. I just thought he was dangerous.

“How much does he own you?” I asked him with as much cool as I could muster up. My heart was slamming into my chest so hard that stars had begun to dance in front of my eyes. I blinked them away and focused.

“Oh just a couple of thousand,” he said in a nonchalant tone.

“Well today is your lucky day, because I have a couple of thousand” I said squaring my shoulders.

“Yea sure you do,” he said chuckling. Then he pushed the door closed. Immediately my heart dropped into my stomach. I quickly reached into my purse and snatched out all the money.

“Here’s your couple of thousand, now get the fuck out!” I screamed at him as I threw the money. It broke my heart to watch my chance at freedom fly out of my hand, but I knew what he was capable of. I’d heard the stories.

He looked down at the money in shock. “Wow you’ve been a busy little bitch huh?” he said as he stooped down, picked up one of the bills, and inspected it. “So how many dicks did you have to suck to make this type of money little girl?”

“Doesn’t it matter? You got your money now leave.” I reached my hand back into my purse just in case he tried some funny shit. It only took me a second to realize the mace wasn’t there. I’d been so giddy about Anthony saying he wanted to see me again that I’d completely forgotten to get it off the bedroom floor. Stupid!

“Yea I should leave shouldn’t I?” he said before picking up the rest of the money and turning toward the door. Relief washed over my entire body at the sight of his back. At least I still had three hundred in the attic. He opened the door, but then slammed it back shut and locked it. “You know Lyric, I almost forgot something?” he said turning back around.

“Yea what’s that?” I asked. By this time I had no confidence left to muster up. My voice was shaking and the tears had started to flow uncontrollably down my face.

“You know I told your father I’d give him a little more time to come up on the money. But the funny thing is that he begged me to take you instead. At first I was like nah. But then I saw you prancing your thick ass around the hood the other day and I thought to myself…Hell I got a lot of money, but a piece of ass like the one you got…well that’s a temptation I just can’t seem to pass up!”

I tried to run, but he caught me before I could make it to my bedroom door. He slammed me against wall, my head hit it so hard that I almost passed out. “Please no! I can get more money! I’ll pay you whatever you want!” I screamed as he pinned me up against the wall and began to rip at my panties. He didn’t speak, instead wrestled me until I couldn’t move, unzipped his pants, and then rammed his dick into my ass. I’d never had anal sex before, the pain was so excruciating that I thought I would die. But I didn’t.

“Patrick! You son of a bitch! Please help me… Daddy” I cried…

 

Chronicles of a Call Girl: Part 1 & 2

I turned my first trick when I was sixteen. I can still see his dark brown eyes staring down at me as I positioned myself onto the pillow between his legs. I can smell the expensive cologne that filled my nose as I nervously fondled with the zipper of his suit pants. By the time I pulled his penis out, my palms were so sweaty you’d have thought I laced them with lube. I struggled to get a grip on my emotions, It wasn’t like I hadn’t already done it before…at least this time I was going to get paid. I was hoping the three hundred dollars he’d promised me plus the money I’d save from my summer job would be enough to get me far away from that dump I’d been forced to call home. Far away from that animal I’d been forced to call my father.

A knock at the door startled me. “Who is that?” I asked looking up at him expectantly. Aden didn’t answer me. Instead he stood up and walked out the room without even bothering to zip his pants. Immediately my heart began to pound. I’d caught a cab all the way out to his house in the middle of no fucking where. On top of that, no one knew where I was. I stood to my feet and quickly pulled on my top before walking over to my purse and shoes. When I turned back around, he was back… but he wasn’t alone. A mirror image of Aden stood next to him watching me like I was an ice cream cone on the hottest summer day. My heart began beating so fast that it hurt…I’d walked into a goddamn trap.

“My brother was wondering if he could join the party,” he said with a smirk on his face.

“No, I have to go home.” The words fell clumsily from my lips as my hand landed on the can of mace in my purse. When Aden began walking towards me, I snatched the mace out of my purse and pointed it at him. If I was going to get raped, it wasn’t happening without a fight. To my surprise, he stopped dead in his tracks. However instead of retreating, he slowly took out his wallet, pulled out ten one hundred dollar bills and then threw them at my feet. My mouth damn near hit the floor as I looked down in complete disbelief. I’d never seen that much money at one time before.

“If that isn’t enough, we’ll double it,” his twin said in a matter of fact tone.

My eyes shot up to look the twin dead in his eyes. Holy shit he was serious! His jaw line twitched slightly as he awaited my answer. I thought of my father…there was no way in hell I was going back to that house. The fear of being raped slowly began to fade away. I squared my shoulders and continued to look him in the eyes…challenging him to make good on his word. He stood well over six feet, his athletic build barely concealed by the dark, expensive-looking suit he had on. Since he and Aden were identical, my guess was that his dick was equally as huge. Damn right I wanted double!

As if he’d read my mind, his intense gaze soften, and then it broke as he flashed me a damn near perfect smile. “She better be worth it brother,” he said without ever actually looking at him. Before I knew it, I had another thousand at my feet!

I slowly lowered the can of mace that I’d been gripping the entire time the ordeal was going down. “Good girl,” Aden said before walking over and whispering into my ear, “Now strip…slowly.”

I did as I was told.

Aden sat behind me on the bed as I took off my clothes, but his brother never moved from the place he’d been standing the whole time. His stare was unnerving. He was definitely the dominant one, the one I needed to please. I forced myself to match his gaze as I slowly removed my panties, then I walked over to him. I stood on my tiptoes, and buried my hands in his dreads. Gripping them tightly, I pulled his head down until his lips touched mine. The kiss started off soft, he was reluctant. I probed until he finally broke, his lips opening up to mine. Then I broke contact! I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. They were so glazed and needy that it took everything in me not to start kissing him again. His dick was pulsating against my stomach as he watched me.  For the first time ever, my pussy got soaking wet.

“She’s all yours brother,” I heard Aden say as he walked pass us and then disappeared out the bedroom door. His departure snapped me out of my trance… I needed that money.

“Does this mean that I only get a thousand?” I asked him nervously.

“No, I am a man of my word. The money is yours.”

I didn’t say another word for fear that he might change his mind. Instead I went down on my knees, my legs connecting with the cool wooden floor. I unzipped his pants and took his dick into my mouth so hard that it caused him to rock back on his heels. After a while of me simultaneously suck and jerking him off, he grabbed my head and began ramming his dick into the back of my throat. It wasn’t long before his loud moans became in sync with the rhythm of his strokes.

I smiled inwardly…each thrust brought me closer to my freedom… and him closer to his nut.

Playing With Fire: Part 1

I slipped my hand under the sheets and began to gently stroke Quinton’s dick until his eyelids fluttered open. When he finally turned his sleepy gaze on me, my heart began to beat erratically. We’d had sex almost every day for the past month, but for some reason he still made me nervous as hell. Every time he starred at me with those dreamy brown eyes I just felt like he was exploring a piece of my soul that I’d long deemed off limits. And if that wasn’t enough he had dick for days and knew how to lay the pipe. Just the thought of how he’d bent my body like a contortionist earlier sent my hormones into a wild frenzy. I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and then re-focused in on my hand game. I kept at it until his dick began pulsating and jumping underneath my fingers. When he slowly moaned out my name in a plea for me to end the torture, I knew I had him.

My eyes darted towards the clock on the nightstand. If I moved quickly, maybe I could get him off one more time before I’d have to go…Ronnie was at home waiting on me. I’d lied to him again…this time I’d told him that me and my girl Natasha was hitting a club on the other side of town. He’d reluctantly agreed to let me go out but of course he’d given me a damn curfew. If I made it home even a minute late, I knew all hell would break lose. Ronnie was always looking for a reason to start a fight, maybe tonight I’d give him one. I pushed him out of my mind and pulled the sheets back stopping right beneath the tip of Quinton’s dick.

“What are you doing?” he asked as I perched onto my knees between his legs.

He knew damn well what was about to go down, but he got a kick out of asking me shit like that… freaky ass! I smiled at him and then grabbed his dick which was already sticking straight up in the air. I bent down until my mouth was so close I could feel the heat coming from it. Then I whispered seductively, “I’m about to blow your mind baby, make sure you watch me every step of the way.”

I had just finished buttoning up my jeans when Quinton pulled me between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I really have to go baby,” I said looking at the clock again. If I hit the e-way doing about seventy-five I’d be home on time. I pulled away and grabbed my heels slipping my feet into them one at a time. I was working on closing up the last strap when I heard him say the three words that made my heart stop. I looked up at him in disbelief.

“Did you hear me, I said I love you,” he repeated for the second time while I just stood there with my mouth agape. It felt like something had just sucked all the oxygen out the room and replace it with a poisonous gas.

“Are you serious?” was the only thing I could manage to choke out while simultaneously trying to figure out if he was playing some foul joke on my ass. Yes he had to be joking. Love wasn’t an option…we had that understood. Didn’t we?

“I’m very serious Keke,” he said pulling me towards him again. “I’ve never felt this way about any woman. I know we agreed that it was just sex, but it’s no longer just sex for me.” He stood up and placed his hand on the back of my neck, but I pushed away before he could kiss me. Why the hell did he have to go and fuck up a good thing?

“You can’t just go and change the rules because you feel like it,” I said warily.

“To hell with the rules. People change the rules all the time when they want something bad enough. I’m really feeling you, and I want you to be with me. The only thing I need to know is are you feeling me the same way?”

I was at a loss for words. If I was honest with myself I definitely had feelings for him. But none of that mattered. I didn’t want to end this, but that’s exactly what I’d have to do if he didn’t come to his senses. I looked at the clock again…if I didn’t leave now I’d be late.

“We will talk about this later ok. Have you seen my keys?” I asked while walking over to the nightstand.

“You’re keys? Are you kidding me? I’m pouring my heart out to you…trying to tell you how I feel and you are asking about your keys? C’mon Keke you can’t be that fucking cold hearted!” he practically yelled. I felt myself flinch a little, but not because he’d yelled. Ronnie had yelled at me so much during our relationship that I’d practically became immune to it. I flinched because I knew in my heart I’d have to come clean. That was the only way he’d understand.

“Q…I need to tell you something,” I stuttered.

“Ok then tell me,” he said folding his arms over his chest.

“Maybe you should sit down,” I said feeling the emotions build up in my throat until it felt as though they would choke me.

“Look unless you are going to tell me that you have HIV or that you are a man I think I’ll be okay standing. Just say whatever it is you have to say.”

I’d never really paid much attention to how tall Q was until now. Even with my heels on he seemed to tower over me. His eyes were so intense as he starred down at me that it took everything in me not to look away. “I’m in a relationship with someone Quinton. I lied when I told you that I’m between apartments and I live with my mom. The truth is I live with my boyfriend, we’ve been living together almost three years now.”

 

When I finally pull up in front of the house it was 1:45am. After arguing with Q for damn near twenty minutes and him making it clear that he never wanted to see me again, I’d practically did ninety all the way home. I could feel the muscles in my body tensing up as I unlocked the door. I took several deep breaths and pushed it open.

“So you just said fuck it huh? You come home when you get ready now is that it?” I heard Ronnie say before my eyes even adjusted to the darkness. He was sitting on the couch.

“I’m sorry I lost track of time,” I lied and then hit the switch to turn on the light.

I could smell the liquor coming off of him from across the room. That was strange because Ronnie never drank. “You’ve been drinking?” I asked at the same time that my eyes landed on a half empty bottle of Hennessey sitting on the glass table.

“And you’ve been out fucking!” he said picking the bottle up and throwing it at me. Luckily his aim was shitty and it crashed into the door behind. My mind went into overload as my brain tried to make sense of what he was saying. My alibi had been air tight and Q had no way of contacting him to tell him anything. How the fuck did he know? I put my arms out to ward him off and began denying his accusations as he launched up off the couch and stormed towards me. I braced myself expecting him to slap me which was what he usually did whenever I did anything to piss him. Instead he wrapped his hands around my neck and slammed me up against the wall. “Natasha told me everything! You think you a slick motherfucker huh bitch?” That was the last thing I heard him say before I passed out.

 

 

A Merry Fucking Christmas: Part 1

Yesterday I’d finally found enough energy to sign the divorce papers and mail them back off. Today, I’d woken up extremely late for work thanks to the empty bottle of wine that sat uncorked next to the night stand. After getting halfway dressed, I decided to hell with it and called in. Then I’d crawled my still buzzed ass back into bed with my clothes still on. Surely the bank could function one day without me. Besides, I’d be more like the Grinch than their supervisor today… I was doing them a favor.

The annoying alarm clock sounded off as a reminder that I’d have to eventually get up and move on with my life. I’d already hit the snooze button so many times that I’d lost count. I opened one eye and peered over at the bright red numbers on the little black box. It was already after twelve o’clock. I was about to pull the covers back over my head when my door began to creep open. Moments later my daughter Bri pounced on top of me.

“Get up mommy. I already ate breakfast so now all you have to do is take me to the mall,” she said smiling.

“The mall?” I asked as I turned over in my bed to face her tiny little frame.

“Yea to see Santa remember?” Her eyes lit up brighter than the lights on the seven feet tall Christmas tree that stood facing our living room window downstairs. I’d completely forgotten that in my attempt to get her to chill out and let me sleep I’d promise to take her to see the big golly fake. As much as I adored seeing her semi toothless smile, I really hated letting that guy take credit for all my hard work and not to mention my hard earned money. I mean her father and I had spent hundreds on those gifts, and now I’d have to take her to see some seasonally employed misfit with a glued on bread who’d ultimately take credit for it all. I let out a groan.

“Mommy?” she said reaching up and touching my forehead. “Are you feeling sick?”

“No baby,” I lied. As I laid there looking at her, I seriously considered breaking my promise to Kenneth. We’d agreed to wait until she was ten to tell her, but what harm would telling her two years earlier do?

“Well when we go see Santa, you can ask him to save you and daddy’s marriage.” She paused as if in deep thought then added “I’m sure he can help.”

I pulled her down onto my chest and hugged her tightly. Her innocence was beautiful and part of me wanted her to stay that way for as long as possible. I felt several hot tears roll down my face as she hugged me back. Sometimes the truth just wasn’t worth it.

“I’ll think about asking him okay. Now go get your coat and shoes. We’re going to see Santa!”

 

When we got to the mall it was packed, but to our surprise it was only a few children standing in the line waiting to see Santa. The other parents stood off to the sides and let their children have their turns alone, but when Bri’s turn came up I held her hand and walked up the three steps and onto the platform with her. I stood back a couple of steps and let her talk to the mall Santa, but I made sure to keep my eyes on them at all times. I didn’t trust mall Santa’s because honestly I could never be sure who was behind the fat suit and the paste-on beard. He saw me watching them and to my surprise winked at me. I stiffly smiled back, but was forced to look away when his cinnamon eyes refused to stop watching me. I silently chastised myself for acting like a shy high school girl and then returned my eyes back to Santa. That’s when he waved me over.

“Bri tells me that you have something to ask me?” he said flashing me a perfect white smile. Once again I felt like that shy high school girl. The butterflies in my stomach began to flutter around. I looked him over, interested to know more about the man behind the Santa suit and the cinnamon colored eyes. His skin was a flawless smooth chocolate with no wrinkles, and aside from the fake protruding belly I could see that the rest of his tall frame was lean and the complete opposite of any of the previous Santa’s I’d ever encountered. If I had to take a guess, he was probably in his early thirties… if that.

“No that’s okay, maybe next time,” I responded and then grabbed my daughter’s hand pulling her away from the stage.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit on Santa’s lap?’ I heard his smooth baritone voice say from behind me. For some reason I stopped and turned around to look at him even though the little voice in my head was telling me to haul ass. I hadn’t imagined the suggestiveness in his tone, and even if I had his eyes were definitely full of burning lust. I slowly walked back toward him and then sat my rounded ass gently down on his lap. For the first time since my husband had dumped me, I felt alive. My eyes fell on his full lips and the slowly worked their way up to connect with his eyes.

“So tell me have you been naughty or nice?” he ask as he brought his hand around to rest on my hip.

“Oh I’ve been nice,” I said.

“So tell me what you’d like me to bring you for Christmas,” he said moving his hand to the lower part of my back and gently stroking it. My pussy instantly began to purr. I looked over at my daughter; she was admiring the larger than life Christmas tree. I could tell that she as well as everyone else was totally in the dark about what was taking place between me and Santa. I lowered my voice to a whisper so that my words would only reach his ears. As I told him exactly what I needed for Christmas, I felt his dick began to swell against my outer thigh. I wanted to reach down and stroke it, but didn’t want to take the risk of getting caught.

I licked my lips while gently rubbing my leg against the bulge in his pants. “What time do you get off?” I whispered as my daughter turned her attention away from the tree and began making her way back over to us.

His Dessert: The Ice Cream Parlor Chronicles

I checked my watch as soon as I pulled into the parking lot. I still had ten minutes. After a stressful day at the office and an unexpected breakup via a sorry ass text from Michael, all I wanted to do was get home. I had every intention to kick off my shoes once I got there and fall asleep watching a random rerun of one of my beloved 90s sitcoms. A little comedy was sure to lift my spirits. But first, I needed some comfort food.

It wasn’t that I planned to go into deep mourning or anything. In all honesty Michael and I had been on the brink for months now. I’d tried my best to keep things afloat, but after his psychopathic ex-girlfriend keyed my car a couple of weeks prior I’d withdrawn from him and all the bullshit. However ending a relationship was never easy for me, even when it turned out to be a really shitty one. I sighed heavily as I unbuckled my seat belt and then cut the engine of the Altima. It was really over.

As soon as I stepped onto the sidewalk in front of All Things Sweets Ice Cream Parlor, the lights on the ‘Now Open’ sign popped off. Damn! I rushed up to the door just as a man appeared out of nowhere, his tall masculine body filling the frame. “Sorry Ma’am, we’re closed,” he mouthed as he reached down to turn the lock. For a moment, my eyes locked onto the most sensual set of chocolate lips I’d ever seen in my twenty eight years on earth. It wasn’t until I heard him click the lock into place that I finally snapped out of my daze.

“I still have five minutes,” I mouthed back while pointing to my watch.

He shook his head from side to side and then reached up to pull down the blinds.

“Look I just got dumped and I need some damn ice cream!” I screamed through the glass like a mad woman. As soon as the words were out, my hand flew up to my forehead slapping it hard in protest to my outburst. When I finally reopened my eyes, I realized that he hadn’t closed the blinds yet. Instead, he was standing there looking at me with his thick untamed brows furrowed over his memorizing brown eyes. He probably thought I was a lunatic, but at this point I didn’t care. I clasped my hands together into a praying hands motion to further plead my case. I really needed that ice cream.

 

“Thanks so much for letting me in,” I said as I walked behind him. I tried my best not to keep checking him out, but the jeans and black tee-shirt were wearing him like a second skin. No wonder my sister had called me twice last week to see if I wanted to hit the ice cream parlor with her. She’d told me the new owner was good looking, but with her taste in men I wasn’t sure what that meant. Tracey didn’t always get it right but she’d hit the nail on the head with this one!

“So what will it be,” he asked as he washed his hands with his back turned towards me.

“A gallon of praline ice cream, and two of your glazed donuts. No make that three.” I said sitting my purse down on the counter.

“Must have been a really bad breakup,” he said turning around to look at me as he dried his hands on a paper towel. His stare sent a warm chill down my spine. Finally, I broke the heated contact by looking back down at my purse.

“Something like that,” I said as I continued to ramble through my purse for my debit card. When it dawned on me that I’d left the house without any money I damn near screamed out in frustration. This day had been completely tragic with a capital T.

“Something wrong?” he asked as he eyed me and my purse.

“I left my money at the house, sorry for putting you through the trouble. Maybe next time,” I said the last part more to myself than to him. I turned away from the counter feeling defeated.

“Hold on. I can’t let you leave without this ice cream. So I guess I’m just going to have to give it to you.” He placed the donuts and ice cream in a bag and then held it out towards me while flashing me a gorgeous smile. My knees went weak. It was no longer the ice cream I was craving, but I walked back over and took the bag anyway.

When we finally made it to the door, I grabbed the knob but then turned around to face him. “I’ll come back tomorrow after work and pay for this. I really appreciate your kindness,” I said smiling up at him. By now his lips were so close to mine that I could almost taste their sweetness. He must have somehow read my mind because before I knew it, he’d leaned down and covered my lips with his. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally broke the kiss. I felt dizzy, but I managed to steady myself by placing my hand against his chest. “I really should go,” I said but didn’t move as I stared up into his alluring eyes. By now my panties were completely wet.

“Or you could stay for dessert,” he said and then reached behind me to pull down the blinds.

I started to object but my body wouldn’t let me; it was literally begging to be touched by him. I gave in and let the bag slide from my hand as he gripped my ass cheeks bringing them up to his waist. Luckily I had on a skirt which he easily pushed up over my hips. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders for support. “I’ll buy you some more,” he whispered in my ear. I had no idea what he was talking about and was about to ask him what he meant until he hooked his fingers around the seat of my thongs and ripped them off me. His roughness turned me on even more and I found myself grinding up against him as he struggled to quickly undue the button of his jeans. After several seconds of unsuccessful attempts, he left the button alone, unzipped his pants, and then shoved his huge dick inside me in one hard stroke.

“This is the best dessert a girl could ask for,” I moaned into his ear as he fucked me up against the door of the ice cream parlor.

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Amanda finds out that her husband-to-be is having an affair just days before they are set to exchange vows. What ensues is a plan for the ultimate payback…and she has her eyes set on his best friend. But what will happen when a payback fling threatens to turn into something more?

Excerpt: “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing. But Braelyn is my friend. And my business partner. Do you know what kind of hell would break lose if he found out about this?”

I started to tell him that I didn’t give a damn about Braelyn finding out. But I’d come there for action not a debate. I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress. Then I let it slide down to my feet. I was completely naked underneath.

“My fiancé is somewhere screwing his latest conquest. And I think it’s about time that I have a little fun myself. Wouldn’t you agree?” I asked as I slowly walked towards him.

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The Secrets He Kept

He tied my hands to the bed posts, one at a time. I gave him a sexy smile as he double-checked the knots, making sure my hands were secured into place. Then he reached down and pinched both of my nipples simultaneously. I cried out in satisfaction.

“Ashley?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I purred back. I felt his manhood instantly harden against my stomach. He was really into this role playing thing. The first time he’d called me Ashley, he’d caught me off guard. I’d never done anything like that before with my other lovers. But now, it excited me beyond measure. He reached down and hooked two fingers inside my thongs, his knuckles slightly brushing against my pulsating womanhood. Then he ripped them off with one quick motion. I shoved my hips up toward him in response.

“Say you love me, Ashley,” he moaned into my ear as he entered me roughly.

“I love you,” I screamed out, pushing against him harder.

“Say you’ll never leave me again.”

Again? The word rung in my ears. Had he just said again? For the first time, it dawned on me that Ashley might be more than just a fictional character in me and Darius’ kinky role play episodes. I felt a pain invade my chest at the thought. I wanted to question him about it, but I knew that it would ruin the moment. Besides, what if I was wrong? I’d already ruin one relationship with my trust issues. I pushed the thought aside and focused on the pleasure.

“Keep fucking me just like that baby,” I said moving my hips forward so that I could take every inch of him. Suddenly, I felt his body go stiff. I opened my eyes to see obscure eyes staring back at me.

“Darius?” I could feel the fear creeping up my spine. I began to pull against the silk scarfs to no avail; they held my hands captive against the bed posts. Oh my god, I thought as he continued to stare down at me with empty eyes. “Darius what’s wrong?” I heard myself say again, my voice trembling.

He didn’t answer me. Instead, he wrapped his hands around my neck and began to squeeze.

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