The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

Their gaze seemed to burn into us, and they always watched us when we were together. I tried not to think about all the things Ivan had said. Trying to erase all the promises and sweet words he’d ever uttered that had put me under his spell.

When he was done, he motioned for me to follow, and like the love-sick, desperate-for-attention puppy I was, I followed that silent command as if it were spoken into my very head. I knew that Ivan didn’t want to talk here. He wanted to be outside the gym, in the parking lot, away from nosey onlookers whom I was sure could have cut the tension they saw between us with a knife. I expected us to go ou

t front, but he slipped out a door that was marked ‘employees only’. I didn’t question why he felt so confident about using that door, because the foolish naïve little girl inside of me had never ever thought to question any of his prior actions…until today. We were behind the building when the door closed. It was so quiet compared to the gym.

“Yes?” he said, and I lost it. His voice was so arrogant. It seemed too controlled, and nothing inside of me was controlled. He leaned against the brick wall.

“The fuck do you mean ‘yes’?” I shouted at him, and my perfectly manicured hands were pressed into small fists, nails digging into my own palms.

“I mean what is it you so desperately wanted to talk about, Carlie?” He said, and I bit my lip, shaking my head in disgust.

“Why didn’t you call me? Where did you go? Didn’t I matter to you? You’re fucking my mother!” I screamed, and everything was slipping out in a jumbled rush of emotion. “Why are you now suddenly fucking my mom?” I shouted, and Ivan did the very thing I didn’t expect. He laughed. I watched his dark, glinting muscles ripple in his chest as he chuckled. I went to slap him, but Ivan’s reflexes were too quick. Before I knew it I was the one with my back pressed against the wall, and he was pressing into me.

“You don’t want those answers.” He whispered softly into my ear, and his hand was enclosed gently around my wrist, restraining me, but not hurting me. I was under his control and we both knew it, but I knew he was waiting for it. An invitation inside of me, and I hated that I ached to give it to him. I was still so angry.

“What the hell do you expect from me?” I shouted, but there was no need to shout. His body was pressed against mine now, and he had my hand pressed firmly to the brick behind us. His hips were pressed against mine.

“Do you want to fuck me again? Do you want me to call you Daddy? Is that you sick, twisted fantasy to have us both?” I practically spat with disgust, shouting it at him, and to my surprise I could feel him grow hard at the word.

“I like control, Carlie, and you like giving it.” He whispered seductively in my ear.

“Oh that is it, isn’t it?” I said in shock, but I was already grinding my hips into his, feeling his hard, long cock against me, reminding me of all the pleasures that it could bring me.

“What?” He said, waiting.

“It’s one thing if you want me to call you Daddy, but another if you are trying to be my Daddy” I spewed with venom, and he said nothing. Ivan just pressed into me, and I could feel my nipples hardening under my sports bra. I was all too aware of how turned on he was getting with the way his chest rose and fell. Despite my rage, I could feel my own thighs slick with juices, and something changed. I was angry, but more than anything I wanted to feel him inside of me again. Right now. I didn’t care why. I didn’t care why he was so turned on even. All I cared about was that he was, and I wanted him as much as I had the first day I saw him. If not more.

Chapter Six

“Fuck me, Daddy.” I said, and it was like releasing a tidal wave.

We were a blur of emotion and raw need. My shirt littered the ground along with my sports bra, and then it was my bare chest against his muscular one. His hand released my wrist long before then to make sure that I was bare to him. his strong hands went down to work my pants off, pulling them down around my ankles, stopped from going further by my running shoes, and his hard cock was straining at his gym shorts, and I knew that it wouldn’t contain him for long. His mouth was wrapped around my nipple as he pushed my delicate, olive colored skin into the hard, red brick. My mind wasn’t on my discomfort for long as his mouth worked the wonders I knew it was capable of.

“Say it again.” He hissed at me with my nipple between his teeth, and he sucked on it, pulling it lightly before moving to the other.

“I said fuck me, Daddy.” I nearly growled this time, feeling him twitch as much as I felt him moan around my nipple. His hands went to my breasts, massaging them as he kissed my neck. His teeth sunk in, in a gentle bite, mixing pain and pleasure as I arched from the brick wall.

“That’s right, little one.” He said, and then his hand worked on releasing his cock from his now straining gym shorts. The long, thick, rod-iron member that I had come to love was now out, and he had my leg up and wrapped around his hip as his cock was pushed at my entrance.

“Ready baby?” He teased me, but there was no ready about it.

He lifted my leg up, putting my heel on his shoulder, forcing me into a split as he forced his cock deep inside of me, making me moan louder as I shivered, shaking my head at the pleasure he caused when he entered me so sharply. I was sure that I would have screamed as pleasure consumed me, and we were once in a new position I never imagined my body possible of contorting into without him, but his lips were on mine, swallowing every cry of pleasure in that gut wrenching kiss. My leg was starting to ache, and my hands went to Ivan’s shoulders, but his strong hands took mine, forcing them up and over my head as well.

“Daddy…” I cried out, feeling him throb deep inside of me with the word, as he had me under his control, and it was exhilarating to know that he was in control.

To know that he would give me every orgasm that I wanted, and with that thought an orgasm crashed through me. I shivered, and my pussy clenched around his cock as my toes curled, one on tip toe, the other over his shoulder and one foot arched delicately over his back as my hands tightened into fists. There was no use straining, but I couldn’t help it as I arched into him, pressing my nipples harder into his chest.

I was sure that it was only the way he was holding me that kept me from falling down in exhaustion right then and there, but Daddy continued to fuck in and out of me. He kept pushing himself all the way out and back in, almost teasingly as I rode out my orgasm, and that’s when Daddy started to fuck me harder. He started to thrust shallower but faster, bringing me to the edge of orgasm again.

“Say it again.” he said, and I moaned, calling out Daddy again as he came deep inside of me, and he bit into my neck.

Once again, pain and pleasure mixed together in an almost intoxicating way that only he seemed to be able to bring me, as he helped me recover myself, as I stood on shaky legs, workout pants around my ankle with his come leaking from me. He stared into my eyes, and I stared into his. I was still angry, but his gaze was lustful, still hungry. I knew that I could get answers from him tonight, but I also knew that it’d have to wait.

“Be at my place at six.” He said, and I nodded as he handed me my things.

He watched as I got dressed, and all he had to do was pull up his pants. Ivan seemed to take a pleasure in that, and I just rolled my eyes. I went to the showers. I knew that I’d need one, and there was no way I was driving home with Ivan’s cum dripping out of me. Daddy’s cum. I mused, and for some reason that sent another shiver of pleasure down my spine.

Chapter Seven