The Psycho (The Soldiers of Anarchy 1)

I felt him place his fingertip over my lips as I blurted out question after question.

“I said, shhh,” he whispered, but I wasn’t letting that stop me.

“You said you wanted to talk. You brought me here to talk to me–”

“This is the way I talk,” he replied, and just like that, I shut up, waiting for him to show me exactly what he meant.

Moments later, I felt a feather-like touch skimming down my cheek, brushing my skin so softly it didn’t seem real, but it was, and my body was slowly coming to life, responding to the gentleness of his caress. I don’t know why, the room was so dark, but I closed my eyes, savouring the feel of him stroking my face, along my jaw and then gently sweeping his thumb across my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, and he pushed his thumb inside, letting me suck on it and then he trailed it back across my face and down to my neck.

I was shaking with anticipation. I hadn’t expected anything like this when I’d come here, but it was like I was a slave to this room. A slave to whatever he wanted to do to me. He took another step closer, his body brushing against mine, and I could feel his bare chest heaving with anticipation. Then he leant down to my neck and his nose skimmed across my skin as his lips softly moved, kissing, teasing, making me moan and move my head to the side, inviting him to go further.

I let go of the table I’d been gripping onto for dear life, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, scraping my fingernails through the back of his hair and pulling him closer to me.

He liked that, and he nuzzled deeper into the crook of my neck before moving his lips to cover mine, kissing me slowly, using his tongue to tease and taste me. His hand gripped the back of my head, forcing me to deepen the kiss, and his fingers twisted in my hair, yanking on the strands like he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to devour me, and I loved it, so I met his desperation with my own. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone and I’d missed this, the passion, the need. I could feel all of it right now and I never wanted it to stop.

We kissed, losing ourselves in each other for what felt like forever, and I started to grow needier, grinding my hips against him and moaning.

When he eventually pulled away, gasping, I wanted to let him know exactly what I wanted, but he spoke first, in his low, seductive tone, telling me, “I can’t wait any longer, Olivia. I need you so fucking badly.”

“I need you too,” I whispered, and then his hands were on me, pulling my elasticated dress down to my waist. He rubbed his fingers gently over my nipples then gripped my tits, massaging and squeezing them as he leant back down to my ear and said, “I really want to fuck these.”

“Then do it,” I answered back, brazenly pushing my chest forward and running my hands around his waist.

He was wearing sweatpants, the best thing a guy could wear in a situation like this. One downward pull and I’d get what I wanted. I ran my fingers under the waistband as he reached down to pull my skirt up, the material of my dress now gathered around my waist. Then he put his hands under my ass and lifted me onto the table, and I gave a little squeal through sheer excitement and anticipation.

“Lie back,” he said, but I didn’t do as I was told. I wanted to know what was going to happen next and I liked being in control. “I said… lie back,” he hissed through his teeth, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Do as you’re told, or I will tie your hands to this fucking table and fuck you with my tongue until you’re almost there, you’re so close… and then I’ll stop. I won’t let you come. I’ll leave you begging for it.”

As fun as it was to tease him, I knew he meant that, and I wanted the orgasm. I wanted it so fucking badly.

“I love it when you talk dirty.” I smirked to myself and then slowly, I lay back, running my hands down his chest as I did and cupping what I now knew from the feel of him was a very large dick straining to get out of those sweatpants.

I felt him kneel down in front of me. Felt the hotness of his breath as he yanked me to the edge of the table by the backs of my knees. His head bent down, and he gave me an open-mouthed kiss right over my pussy–through the silk of my soaked G-string–and I moaned, lifting my hips up, wanting more.

He slid his fingers under the sides of my knickers and slowly pulled them down my thighs and then off. Then, he pushed my legs open, lifting my knees so they rested on the table at the side of me. I was wide open for him, hidden in the darkness, yet laid out for his pleasure. I could only imagine the way he looked right now, and that was such a fucking turn on.

“I know that one taste is never going to be enough. I swear to God, Olivia, I want to eat your pussy every day for the rest of my life.”

“That sounds like a pretty good deal to me,” I said and then gasped as I felt his tongue lick my pussy, right up to my clit and back again. He speared his tongue inside me, tasting as much as he could, fucking me with his mouth, but then, he licked back up towards my clit, circling and rubbing against it.

I reached down to touch him, I wanted to grab him and fuck his face hard, but when he sucked my clit into his mouth, creating a suction that had me writhing where I lay and bucking my hips up, I knew I was a goner. His fingers started to massage my pussy as he sucked and licked, and I clenched my eyes shut, feeling the orgasm building inside me. It was never this good when I used my toys and I blurted out, “Oh, fuck. Reality is so much better than the fantasy.”

Shit.

I’d just told him I fantasised about him, but I didn’t care. He had his head between my legs, his mouth on my clit and his fingers curled inside me, stroking my G-spot. I’d give him the world if he asked for it.

My legs started to shake, and I moaned as I ground myself against him. And then, my first orgasm hit like a fucking explosion, making me groan and throw my head back. It was a strong one, but I knew this was just the start. I had been his appetiser and now I was about to experience the main course.

He stayed where he was, kissing, licking, gently nuzzling me as I came down from my high, lapping at me and making me shiver with how sensitive I felt. When he moved his mouth away and stood up, he growled, “I let you have that first orgasm, but next time, you only come when I tell you to. Is that understood?”

I didn’t reply. I wasn’t about to agree to anything. If I wanted to come, I would. But I guess he thought I’d nodded because he said, “Good girl. I knew you’d do as you’re told eventually.”

I lifted myself up to a sitting position on the table and I gave a satisfied moan as he started to kiss me again. Being able to taste myself on him was so fucking hot, and I kissed him back with all the desperation and need that I had in me. He was standing in-between my open legs, and I reached down to his sweatpants, pulling them down his thighs and feeling the hardness of his dick as it grazed my inner thigh. I put my hand out to grab him, and that’s when I felt it. He had a piercing. A fucking barbell. I’d never been with a guy with a piercing before, but I’d always wanted to. Looked like tonight was my lucky night. That, and he was fucking huge. As stalkers go, I’d hit the jackpot.

I gripped him in my hand, gently rolling my thumb over his piercing as I started to stroke him, and he moved his hips, panting louder as he broke the kiss to concentrate on his own feelings. His forehead was pressed against mine and hearing his reaction to my touches–the gentle gasps and groans–made me yearn for more. I needed him inside me.

I started to speed up, but he pulled his hips back and moved my hand away.

“I need to fuck you,” he whispered.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?” I asked him. “You can fuck my mouth if you want.” After the high he’d given me, I’d do anything for him.

“I want that, but not yet,” he gasped. “If I’m not inside your pussy in the next few seconds, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

I sat there, on the edge of that table, and I opened my legs wider. I could feel him rubbing the head of his dick with the barbell over my clit and then along my pussy, creating a delicious sensation that rippled right through my core. I was so wet for him, and when he started to push himself inside me, I cried out at how good it felt. The piercing stroked me in the most sublime way, the size of him made me gasp, and the darkness, all of it was so fucking erotic, I don’t think I’d ever felt this goddamn horny and turned on in my whole life.

He grabbed under my knees, lifting my legs up as he sank deeper and deeper into me, and I clung onto his shoulders, holding onto him tightly. Once he was fully inside me, balls deep and filling me like I’d never been filled before, he started to thrust–long hard thrusts that made me cry out. He held my ass in place as he started to slam into me. I guess I knew why the table was bolted to the floor now, because he was driving into me like he wanted to destroy my pussy and own it like only he knew how. His piercing had this incredible, mind-blowing way of rubbing right over my G-spot, making me writhe and angle my hips, desperate for more, harder, faster.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he said as he drove into me.

“So do you,” I cried, grabbing his ass to force him into me.

He tried to kiss me, but we were both so lost to the sensations building inside us, we could barely breathe. My pussy started to tighten, tingling and sparking a fresh orgasm, and then I was there, pulsing and crying out as I came on his dick. He didn’t stop thrusting, only whispered, “Fuck yes,” as he enjoyed the feeling of riding the waves of my orgasm until I could barely hold myself up. I moved my arms to hold him around his neck, clinging to him as he carried on driving into me, and then he pulled out, and I gasped all over again at the loss.

He picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the sofa. All the time, I was shivering from the aftereffects of my second orgasm. When he lay me down, he whispered in my ear, “Turn over. Face down and ass in the air.”

I didn’t argue, I rolled over and lifted my knees up, sticking my ass in the air, ready for him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me.

“As fucking sexy as it is to be here in the dark with you, I really wish I could see you right now,” he whispered as he climbed over me and ran his hand up the back of my thigh and over my ass, squeezing hard as he did before slapping me. I moaned and pushed my ass back into him, feeling his dick still hard and wet from being inside me. He positioned himself against my pussy, but this time he didn’t take it slow, he slammed into me, and I grabbed the side of the sofa to brace myself for what I knew was going to be a hard fuck.

His body covered mine, his front to my back, and his arms came to rest either side of my head as he fucked me. He lowered his head so he could whisper in my ear as he rammed hard into me from behind. “You. Are. Mine. This pussy. Is. Mine.”

“Those are… big words,” I gasped back, and I was about to give him some stupid response about promises and putting your money where your mouth was, but I could barely talk. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to enjoy the feel of him, concentrate every fibre of my being on how fucking amazing he was making me feel. I wanted to thank every one of my lucky stars that he was pierced and what that felt like.

His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, and I pushed myself back into him, meeting his urgency with my own. Then I felt him push himself up so that he was kneeling behind me. His dick was still buried balls deep in my pussy, but now, his fingers were playing around my clit, rubbing and stroking over me.

“Fuck that feels good,” I moaned, rolling my hips and squeezing my eyes shut as I throbbed and pulsed around him. Then, he took his hand away and I whimpered in protest until I felt him rubbing the wetness over my asshole. He used his thumb to push into my ass as he thrust into my pussy, circling and stretching me. I knew right then what he wanted. He wanted to own every part of me. He wanted to fuck me every way he could tonight.

He stretched me with his thumb as his dick filled my pussy, and I showed my appreciation by wriggling my hips and moaning, “Yes, so fucking good.”

When he took his thumb out, he rubbed over my asshole, then he leant his body a bit further over mine and I felt his fingers push into my ass this time. I took a deep breath because it was tighter, but it still felt so good. He was preparing me for what he wanted, and I wanted it too.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered, surprised he’d actually want to know that.

“I’ll deal with my feelings about that later,” he said, and I felt him slide his dick out of my pussy.

I lay there, not knowing what was going on, but I could sense he’d moved to the edge of the sofa. Then I heard drawers opening, movement behind me, and he said, “Keep your ass up for me. Good girl.”

I tilted myself into a position that I knew would give him better access, and then I felt the coolness of the lube he must’ve taken out of the drawer as he coated me in it.

“You remember your safe word?” he asked me in a low voice.

“I don’t need a safe word,” I replied.

“I asked you a question, Olivia.” The way he spoke, he wasn’t happy that I was playing games with him right now.

“Yes. Spike. Now fuck me already.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, and I felt the thickness of his dick and the barbell rubbing against my asshole. Slowly, he pushed himself into me, and I don’t know why, maybe it was his size, or the intensity of the moment, but I froze, and my muscles tightened.

“Let me in,” he hissed, sounding agitated and rocking into my ass to try and get me to open up to him.

I took another deep breath and moved my knees up, and as I did, my muscles relaxed and he pushed into me, filling me so full I could barely breathe.

He gave me a moment to brace myself as his whole body covered mine, pushing me into the sofa. Then, he reared back and oh… my… fucking… God, he fucked my ass hard. Long deep thrusts that had me gripping the arm of the sofa. He wrapped his hand around my neck, his other arm bracing himself above me, and he lifted my head as he slammed into me, squeezing my throat as he fucked me.

“Good girl,” he whispered over and over as he slammed into me, and all I could do was whimper, cry, and moan at how good it felt.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, giving my neck another squeeze, then grabbing my hair and wrapping it around his hand, pulling on it and forcing my head back.

I lifted myself up slightly and reached down to touch my pussy and tease my clit, but then, I reached back further and cupped his balls, scraping my fingernails delicately over them and massaging him as he thrust into me. He liked that and he slowed down his movements then stilled inside me, filling my ass full as I stroked and played with him. I could feel the pulse of his dick as he stayed still, and then he sighed. “I’m so close, Olivia. So fucking close.”

He started to move his hips again, driving into me, and I moved my fingers back to circle my clit and tease out the next orgasm. My ass was pushing back into him, desperate to make him come, and when I started to shake and my orgasm hit, my legs buckled underneath me. He was laid over me, my body trapped under the weight of him as he rammed into me, and then he cried out himself and I felt him thicken. He was coming too. And hearing him pant, moan, groan and bury his head into my hair as he came made my own orgasm spark back to life.

Jesus fucking Christ. This was the best sex I’d ever had in my whole life. I didn’t even know if I had it in me to get up and walk out of this room it’d been that good. But as the high of the orgasms started to wane, the dread in my stomach returned.

Here we were.

This was what I’d always expected would happen.

He’d got what he wanted and now it would come to an end, just like it always did. Only thing was, I thought I’d be strong enough to deal with it. Show him the real me, let him feast on that and then I’d be free. But after tonight, my chains were well and truly fastened to him, and that thought scared me. It scared me because sex was always just sex to men. It had been to the guys I’d known before, anyway. But for me, I always developed feelings, and that pissed me off, because feelings meant heartbreak and I’d had enough heartbreak to last a lifetime. Time to engage those barriers. I needed to start protecting myself.