Buy Me, Sir

“What do you mean it’s fucking pending? What the fuck does pending mean?!”

His eyes meet mine for a heartbeat, and his next words are for me.

“Did you give the prick your bank details?”

I shake my head.

He turns away. “You don’t even have her bank details you slimy fucking cunt. You thought her name was Amy Randall.”

“I don’t care,” I say. “I don’t want it.”

He silences me with a raised hand.

“Transfer it to my fucking account,” he snarls. “I’ll make sure she fucking gets it. You have twenty-four fucking hours, Claude, or I’m pulling the fucking plug on your seedy fucking operation and I don’t care who I fucking take down with me. You can pass that little gem onto my fucking father.”

He hangs up and tosses his phone onto the dresser.

“You’ll get your money,” he says.

“Please keep it,” I tell him. “Please, Alex- Ted. Please, Ted.”

“You earned it.”

“Being with you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You being my first was all I ever wanted.”

“Shut up!” he snaps.

But I can’t. “You’re everything I ever wanted. I lied because I wanted you. I lied because I thought it was the only way.”

“You lied because you scoped my fucking house out and thought you’d rip me off for some fucking cash.”

I cry-laugh, because it’s so far from the truth, so insanely far from the truth.

“Why are you even here?” he snarls.

And it’s my chance. Maybe my only one.

“I came to say sorry,” I whisper, and the tears roll down my face. “I’m so sorry, Alexander. I never meant…”

“You’re fucking sorry?!”

I nod. “You’ll never know how sorry I am. You’ll never know how much I wanted you.”

I can hardly see him for the tears. I wipe them away and choke them back. I wish I hadn’t. He looks so fucking pained.

“You’ve said it,” he tells me. “So leave.”

I shake my head. “Please don’t make me go.”

“Go,” he snaps, but I can’t. I just can’t. “Get out of here, Amy. Fuck off.”

“Please…” I breathe. “Please don’t…”

“Please don’t what?! Don’t throw you out? Don’t fucking touch you? What?”

“Don’t throw me out,” I whisper.

“Get out or give me my fucking money’s worth.”

My eyes widen. “You mean…”

“I mean get the fuck out of my fucking hotel room or give me what I fucking paid for. That’s why I called you here, Amy. To get my fucking money’s worth.”

I drag myself to my feet and force back the tears. My eyes are on his as I pull my top off over my head and unclip my bra. I take off my jeans and my knickers with them, and I don’t care how exposed I am. I don’t care how angry he is, just as long as he lets me stay.

“You’re fucking insane,” he tells me.

And I am. I am insane.

“You really want to fucking go there?”

I nod.

“Walk away.”

“No.”

“Jesus Christ, Amy. Just fucking go.”

“I won’t,” I tell him. “Not unless you make me. I’ll never walk away unless you make me.”

I half expect him to. I half expect him to turf me out into the corridor stark naked, but he doesn’t.

His eyes are so cold as he gets to his feet. “On the bed,” he says, and I move for him. “On your fucking front,” he tells me, and I do as he asks.

I hear him unbuckle his belt. I feel the heat of him as he comes near.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he hisses as his weight bears down.

“I’m done with lying,” I whisper. “I do want this. I always want this. I want you.”

“Tell me to stop,” he snarls, and I shake my head.

“Never.”

“Never?”

“Never,” I say again.

“We’ll fucking see about that,” he snaps, and I take a breath as he grabs my hair. He tugs hard and I don’t even flinch.

It hurts so bad as he pushes inside me. I’m not ready but I don’t care. It’s everything just to take him.

“You’re an excellent liar,” he tells me as he fucks me rough. “I believed every fucking lie you fed me. I believed you liked this.”

“I love this. I loved everything.”

I cry out as he slams in deep. His breath is in my ear and his fingers are rough in my hair, his body pounding mine with everything he’s got.

I take it all.

I love it all.

“I fell for you,” he snarls. “You took me for a fucking fool, but you’re the fucking fool for coming here, Amy. You’re the fucking fool now.”

“I love you,” I whisper through the pain. “I’ve always loved you.”

“How about taking my cock in your tight little asshole? Do you love that as well?”

“Yes,” I breathe, and I know what’s coming.

I can’t stop myself whimpering as he forces his way inside. It burns so bad, like my insides are on fire, but I don’t care. I grit my teeth and take him. I buck back at him even though it hurts like hell.