I Have to Have Her
Entering his apartment, he closed the door quietly, locking it. Music played, some kind of rock song. He wasn’t big on identifying songs or what was popular. Rounding the kitchen, he came to a stop when he saw Claire in her underwear, dancing.
She had a nice pair of juicy thighs, rounded hips, a full ass, and all he needed was for her to turn around and he’d get to see those tits as well. She was a curvy woman all around and just watching her now, he wanted to spread her across his bed and kiss every inch of her. There were a lot of other things he wanted to do, like watch her take his cock, sinking into her tight cunt or ass. Had she ever been taken in the ass?
Arms folded, he waited.
Within a minute, she spun around and cried out, dropping the saucepan of spaghetti she’d been holding. He knew from personal experience she was eating her food out of the pan rather than get another plate. She hated doing dishes.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I know.”
“You lied to Rhianna.”
“Does it surprise you?”
“No, I should have known.” She went to bend down to clean up the mess.
“Stop.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“This isn’t going to happen. You’ve got plenty of women. You’ve got entire clubs of them. A harem at your beck and call.”
“Then tell me why it’s you I want.”
“Because you want what you can’t have.”
He smiled. “Are you so sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me why your nipples are rock-hard.”
“It’s cold.”
“And now you’re lying. If you were cold, you wouldn’t be walking around half-naked and I have to say, Claire, you can dance around my apartment naked all you want.” He stared at her tits as he couldn’t get enough of them.
“This isn’t going to happen.”
He crossed the kitchen, pressing her up against the fridge once again, trapping her in place.
“You want it,” he said.
“You’re Rhianna’s brother.”
“I know who I am.”
“And you don’t care. She hated all the girls who tried to chase after you. Who befriended her just to get close to you,” she said.
“And you’re already best friends with her. You didn’t seek out friendship with her just to get to me. If so, you’ve been playing this game a long time.” He stroked his finger down her arm, hearing the slight catch in her voice.
“You know I haven’t.”
“Then how about I give you … a choice.”
“It’s simple, I’m not sleeping with you.”
“I don’t sleep with women, Claire. I fuck, plain and simple. There will be no snuggling, no sleeping, just you enjoying my dick.”
“You’re a pig.”
“And you like it,” he said. He cupped her between her thighs and she cried out, moaning as he used his palm once again to rub her pussy. “Your mouth is lying to you again.”
“Just because my body wants you doesn’t mean I’m going to give in to it.”
“No, how about this. You give me one month, thirty-one days, and I will give you an apartment and you name your price.”
“I’m not a whore.”
“You want to benefit from this arrangement?” he asked.
“I have a job. I don’t need money.”
“But you do need an apartment and the places you’ve looked at are not good enough. Thirty-one days, and I’ll make every single one of your desires come true. In return, whenever I want you, however I want you, you’ll come to me, begging, wet, and ready. I will have complete, unlimited access to your body to do with as I please.”
“You’re crazy. You think I don’t know about you? I haven’t heard what people have said, that I don’t know what you’re capable of. I saw what you did to Tony.”
“He deserved it and I bet you liked seeing him pay.” He cupped her face. “Not too long ago, this pretty face had a nice little bruise on it from his handiwork, so don’t go telling me you’ve got feelings for an asshole who doesn’t deserve it.”
She jerked out of his hold but with him blocking her path, she couldn’t go anywhere. “You could hurt me.”
“It goes without saying that anything you experience with me will be consensual, legal, and I will not under any circumstances hurt you or leave a scar on this pretty body.” He pressed his cock close to her, letting her feel him. “You’re tempted, I can tell. The look in your eyes, it’s one I remember well.”
When he put his hand back on her pussy, she cried out. Sliding beneath her panties, he groaned at how soaking wet she was. “You’ve been a good girl all your life. Don’t you want to have some fun? Rhianna will never have to know. I won’t tell her.”
“I don’t want you to pay me,” she said.
He smiled. “Then the apartment we use is mine. It will belong to me, but it’ll be where you come to when I need you. Got it? After tonight, this place is out of bounds.”