“I want you hard and fast, Mr. Dark. I want you to fuck me like men fuck women in those videos. Deep and slow, hard and fast, I want it all, so long as you fuck my pussy until I can’t walk the next day. Can’t you, just this once?
Please, Mr. Dark, just fuck me!”
He pushed his cock a little deeper, just the head, until I felt my walls give, only a little. I gasped and moaned, excited because I thought he’d finally given in, that he was about to do it.
“Do you know how much I want that, pet? To be inside of you.” He gasped
when I inhaled sharply. The motion caused me to move down on him, just a centimeter. “But no, the contract must be honored.”
He pulled away from me, out of the minute part of me he’d entered, just enough to know what it would feel like, and moved up beside of me. He leaned up on his arm and looked down on me as he stroked his cock.
“I think I’d be inside of you 24-7 if it wasn’t for that contract, pet.” He paused to inhale through his teeth as pleasure took him. “I have the most filthy fantasies about you, Stephanie. All day long, I think about how I’d like to fuck
you over my bed or over a desk. I think about how you’d clamp down on me when you come, ever so prettily for me.”
His eyes, so close to mine, were glazed with his need, with the pleasure he was giving himself as he stroked at his length. I knew he just needed a little more to set him off.
“How would you fuck me the first time, Mr. Dark? Tell me?” I ran a finger
down his chest and spoke into his ear in a whisper. My fingers found a nipple, and I tweaked it, just a little. I figured if it felt good to me, it might to him. A moan of enjoyment told me I was right. “Maybe I’d have you on your knees first, taking my cock as I fuck you hard and fast. Your breasts would grind into the mattress, teasing your nipples as I pounded into you.” He paused, and I watched a shudder go through him. Almost there.
“Tell me more, Mr. Dark,” I panted the words and felt my body responding
to him all over again. His pleasure turned me on, and I wanted all of it. I wanted to watch him, to see what happened when a man got off.
“You’d take my cock so well. Even as a virgin, I can tell your pussy would
be hungry for me. And I’d give it every inch it wanted. You’d be such a good fuck, pet. You’d take my cock like the good girl you are, and you’d milk it dry; I just know you would.”
One more thrust and his mouth opened, and his eyes went wide. Almost there. My eyes shifted, from his face to his cock and back again. I wanted to see it all. I bit my lip and stayed quiet as he began to speak again.
“Fuck you’re beautiful, pet.” He breathed the words as he fisted his cock harder, faster, but almost as if he wasn’t aware what he was doing at all. His eyes were glued to mine.
“Come for me, sir.” It was a request, not a demand, and he made this sound
in the back of his throat like I’d said the most erotic thing ever.
“You want to watch me, pet?” he asked, his hand now a blur. “Promise you’ll be mine. Promise I’m the only one who gets that pussy, that it’s mine,” he growled as he worked himself a little harder, and I glanced down, enthralled with how dark his cock was.
“It’s yours, Mr. Dark, only yours!” I watched as the first jet of his come
exploded from his cock. It shot onto my belly, a warm surprise. Over and over, he released a flood on me, and somehow this was even more erotic than when he’d come in my mouth.
How would it feel to have him do that inside of me? I was dying to know.
19
DYLAN
T he next morning, I got out of bed, had a shower, and ordered some
breakfast for us both. I slid into the bed in fresh pajamas and pulled Stephanie into my arms. I smiled as she protested and knew I’d made the right decision.
“Wake up, pet. I want to talk to you. I have coffee for you and food.” She turned in my arms, warm from her sleep, and protested again.
“But I want to sleep,” she mewled, and I laughed again.
“No, enough sleep. Come on, come join me.” Her face was against my neck,
and her lips felt really nice there, but I had an offer to make, and she needed to be awake for it.
“Fine,” she said, a little petulant, but softened it with a smile. I let it pass and went to the table with her.
It was only a small table with two white chairs, and we each took a seat.
“What do you want in your coffee?”
“Just cream.” The words were garbled on a yawn as she scrubbed at her face
with her hands. “Nothing else.”
“There you go.” I set it in front of her and began to eat the breakfast I’d ordered. Hash browns, bacon, toast, and scrambled eggs. I’d ordered a variety because I didn’t know what she’d want. There was even glazed doughnuts, if she wanted those.
I wasn’t surprised when she picked one up and began to eat. She’d pinch a
bite off and pop it into her mouth, her eyes glued to the plate. I knew it was just
