I wrap my arms around her body and pull her in. In the warm water, her skin against mine feels like a wet dream. Finally, I have her here, and I’m not letting her go. Not before she’s completely wiped out, and I’ve overtaken her mind.
When I’m done with her, our fucking will be the only thing she can think about for weeks. Oh yes, I’ll give her exactly what she wants …
Power.
Natalie
I can’t believe I’m doing this. That I’m letting him do this. But I have no say in the matter, no voice … my body has even already betrayed me. His kisses are sweet and demanding all at the same time, and it confuses me so much. I don’t know what to do with myself or the emotions circling through my head as I kiss him back.
My body instinctively leans in closer, wanting more of his dirty touch, more of his filthy kisses, even if it means I’ll go to hell for it. I know it’s wrong, and he’s the devil incarnate, yet I can’t stay away.
This was the only choice. There’s no right or wrong; there’s only him, me, and our impossible desire for each other.
I’ve felt it since the moment I first saw him, that undeniable attraction that pulls me toward him. Even if my brain tells me not to do it, and I know I’ll hate him with every fiber of my being, I can’t stop myself from kissing him back, from wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for more.
I’m addicted, fucked up, and messed up in the head for allowing this to happen.
But I know it must. This … this is my only way forward. My only way out.
Him.
It’s always been him, and he knows. It’s exactly why he’s using this against me, and fuck him for doing it … and fuck me for going along. But fuck, does it feel good.
He grabs my hair and tugs so hard my head tilts back. His lips land on my skin, leaving burning hot kisses in a trail up to my ears. “Your body wants me,” he whispers, and then he nibbles at my earlobe, making me all hot and bothered.
He’s right, and I hate it. I hate that he already knows me so well. What about this man has me so enthralled? It’s as though he can see straight into my soul, and it hypnotizes me. Every single one of his kisses lures me in deeper, wanting more and more.
And I find myself straddling his lap, his erection pushing up against my belly, reminding me of the fact we’re both completely naked with only water between us.
“Is that what you want, Natalie?” he murmurs against my ear. “You wanna straddle me? Is that your choice?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I lean back, place a single finger on his lips, and move forward.
If I’m going to do this, it’s going to be my choice of who and how, and this is how I want it to happen.
So I push myself over his cock and let him slide into me. He’s rock hard and huge, and a moan slips from my mouth when he’s fully inside.
“Yes … let me hear your pleasure,” he says as his hand grabs my ass and squeezes tight.
I slide up and down slowly, fucking him with my eyes closed. With his hands, he moves me to a rhythm of his liking, and I follow along, trying not to get swept up in the moment. But it’s hard, so hard, because with a few simple kisses and a hard-on, he’s managed to make me hot for him. Even though I should hate him, despise him, right now I want nothing more than for him to fuck me.
And I tilt my head back and stare up at the mirror-covered ceiling, hoping no one will ever find out about what took place here.
But I know I’m only lying to myself.
They will. Eventually, everyone will know I fucked a patriarch.
Even if I won’t tell a soul, he will.
I look down and straight into his eyes, begging him with a single look not to do it. To keep this between us and let this be a simple exchange. But that dirty smirk on his face says the truth.
He revels in this. The secrets, the raunchiness, the pure debauchery. He loves it, adores it, almost as much as he loves power.
Because that’s what this is about … power.
Fucking me makes him feel powerful.
He may fuck my body, but he’ll never own my heart or soul.
I stare straight back into his lusty eyes, bouncing on his lap like there’s no tomorrow. His fervor grows as his dick tightens inside me, and I struggle not to come myself.
But I can’t give him that too. My pussy may be his, but my climax is mine and mine alone.