For the Taking

“Riley?”

He had several bags of takeout.

She wasn’t hungry, though, for anything but him. He closed the door, and she watched him flick the lock before sliding the bolt across.

“Take your jeans off,” he said.

“What about the food?” Why was she arguing with him?

“Take off your jeans.” He stood by the door, looking sexy as fuck and all imposing.

She got to her feet and wriggled out of the jeans, watching him as he did the same to her. Kicking them to one side, she stood, waiting for him to give his next instruction.

His tongue licked across his lips. “Now the panties. Give them to me.”

She pushed them down her thighs and kicked them over to him.

He shook his head. “No, I told you to give them to me.”

She stepped up close to him. She bent down, grabbed the panties, and then placed them in his hand.

She was so turned on.

He pocketed her panties. “Good. Go and get on the bed. Spread your thighs and let me see your pussy.”

“You know, you’re not the boss of me.”

“But you’re going to go and do it anyway. Stop arguing with me, and do as you’re told.”

She didn’t say another word. Moving toward the bed, she sat down.

“Actually, I want to see your tits. Pull your shirt and bra off.” He still didn’t move away from the door.

Lifting up her shirt, she dropped it to the floor and then flicked the catch of her bra, which opened up.

“Beautiful,” he said.

She didn’t say a word. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she was about to pull herself further on, but he tutted and nodded for her to come closer. If he kept on stopping her, she was going to attack him.

“I want you to stand up.”

Meghan stood.

“Now, turn around.” She did as he instructed. “Bend over.” Again, without argument. She was being a good girl. “Spread your ass cheeks. I want to see your cunt and ass.”

Even as her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, she did as he asked, spreading herself open to him, for his pleasure.

This time, he did move away from the door.

She gasped as his fingers pushed inside her pussy.

“I know what you want,” he said.

“You’re not inside my head. You don’t know what I want.”

“But I do. You’re so easy to read, Meghan. I bet no man you’ve given the time of day to has ever made you feel what I did last night. Now you’re curious. You want to belong to me, don’t you?”

She didn’t say a word. Did she want to belong to him? Or did she just want to experience the kinds of pleasure he spoke about? Was that really so bad to crave?

She wasn’t crazy. There was no way she could be.

He added a third finger inside her, spreading her cunt before teasing up to her clit. He pinched the hard bud tightly and then stroked over her. She couldn’t help but grind her pussy onto his hand, not wanting him to stop.

“I’m an expert at reading people. You may not even realize what it is you want, or why you want it, but you do. You can hate yourself for your own weakness, but it’s not going to stop the fact you do want me.”

She jumped as his teeth bit into the curve of her ass. Not hard, but enough to leave teeth marks that would fade within seconds.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

She cried out as his fingers stroked over her asshole. They were wet from being inside her. This time, he didn’t just tease, caress, and make her ache. He pushed two digits against her asshole, and didn’t stop until he was knuckle deep inside. She gripped the sheet beneath her a little, taken aback by the sheer sensation he created.

“I don’t know what I’m talking about, do I?” He pumped those fingers into her ass. “Then tell me, Meghan, why haven’t you told me to stop? Why is your cunt so fucking wet, and you’re pushing against my fingers? You want to know how to be fucked by a real man.” Riley spread the fingers in her ass, and she gasped. She wasn’t prepared for the pressure. She whimpered, but it wasn’t from the pain. No, this was from the pleasure.

With his other hand, he was already stroking her clit, teasing her nub. Pleasure and pain combined. He knew how to tease her body, to get what he wanted.

She didn’t want him to stop.

For several seconds, or maybe even minutes, he did this, worked her body as only he knew how, and there was no way she could stop him. Why would she want to? It was everything she ever wanted, but stop he did.

Riley’s fingers stayed perfectly still on her, and no matter what she tried to do to get him to start touching her, he wouldn’t move. Wouldn’t budge.