Forever Distraction (Distraction #3) (15 page)

“Tell me
. I decide when we leave,” I demanded mere inches from her, but she glanced at the door and I watched the wheels turn in her head. She fucking thought she could make it…
ha!
I was growing impatient; emotion rocked not only her whole face, but her entire body, and before I knew it, she was in tears. Her body shook and her tears washed all the way down her naked body. She glanced up at me with the most pathetic eyes, large pools of water flowing out, and I waited. My arms twitched to hold her, to help the tears seize, but I refrained and uncomfortably waited.

“I see him whipping me, whipping me with his belt
,” she spoke, and I was trying to remember who was whipping tonight. I had watched a lot of play, and nobody was coming to mind. “I watched him whip the blonde and now it’s all I see,” she paused, “but it’s not her; it’s me.” My mind raced to the blondes I had seen tonight, picturing different whipping scenes. She continued crying and talking, “If
you
whip me, the visions will change, and I won’t be scared to sleep.”

Oh fuck
.
Visions of her nightmares came rushing to my head, followed by pictures of her battered body, and I reached out involuntarily, scooped her into my arms, and held her tight, as tight as I could. She wasn’t making anything easy. My head began to pound hard, the spot that once held my heart squeezing achingly tight. I cradled her in my arms, ready to give and take. She needed a reward for telling me what I could only assume she had never told anyone.

I laid her gently
on the bed. I wanted to tie her down. I spent many hours picturing her tiny wrists with straps or ropes around them, but now I couldn’t do it. I would fuck her one last time and then it would be over; it was what I kept reminding myself. My fucking mouth spewed things, secrets; I thanked her for trusting me and said I missed her. I would have to punish myself later for that. Katarina was supposed to be the only one exposed, not me.

I covered her body with mine
, gazing at her tongue as she swiped her lips, moistened them, readied them for comfort and playful connection. I would give her sex only, no tender, dreamy, wet affection; too much was implied with kissing. I swallowed, slowly snaking my own tongue out to dampen my lips, but reminding myself out loud, “No kissing.” To my disbelief, she frickin’ nodded…the cutest fucking nod. Her brows knotted in her forehead, and I knew her mind was trying to decipher what I meant. The look of insecurity grew and it cut me.

I made my last worship all over her body
, savoring every moan, every taste, and every chill. Her reaction to my tongue lavishing her body only encouraged me to do more. I was in the erotic zone, and she was mine. Right now, in this moment, I was the only one she thought about. When I worked my way down to her pert breasts, I knew from her panting alone she had saved herself for me. My princess was fine-tuned for me; her eyes had closed and she was nearing an orgasm, and I wasn’t anywhere near her pussy. I could blow on her clit right now and she would explode; there was no doubt in my mind. Two weeks of buildup were coming to a head...speaking of head.

I rolled my hips into her wet sex
, priming her, readying her for whatever I wanted, and what I wanted was for her to give everything to me. I stilled my hips, knowing she was ripening. I laid my lower half heavily on hers, testing her, but she remained motionless. I nibbled on the tips of her nipples, turning them into little pebbles between my teeth as her breathing increased, but her body was still frozen. This drove me crazy. She was always giving up her needs to be patient for me, to make sure my needs were fulfilled.
Who the fuck does that?

“Get off on me
,” I commanded, and it was one I expected her to follow. She would leave here and think of this, think of how she got off on me, how she masturbated on me, how she used me. This moment would haunt her. She didn’t let any time slip before lifting her hips and rubbing herself against my hard-on. She wrapped her legs securely around me and eagerly rocked.

Then,
something happened…I felt her wetness seep through my slacks as her rocking continued, and it was ecstasy. My pants were soggy from her sexual juices, and the smell of her musk combined with the awkward virginal motion of her hips intoxicated me. With her sweet moans and the fluttering of her eyes, I felt her pleasure. The pleasure that ran through her blood, the pleasure I gave her—I was suddenly flooded with her euphoria, and I fucking came…hard. The pain from the zipper of my slacks disappeared as she continued her agonizing grind.

“Oh fuck!” My shout didn’t slow her down
. She continued as if she never heard a thing. I’d needed to come and it felt fucking spectacular. I leaned in blowing air over her face and whispered in her ear, “Use your hand.” She did immediately.
Good girl
. I slid down her body wanting a taste, craving the sweet nectar that was taken from me. My mouth watered before it landed on her sensitive knot. She was so wet. Her tiny fingers circled her enlarged clit, and my mouth added more wetness, creating a slippery, faster spin of her fingertips.

I moved to the
source of all the moisture and fucked her tight hole with my tongue; it didn’t take long before I was rewarded with the sweet goods all over my tongue. Fuck, her cream was so hot. Her hips moved up with one final thrust into my mouth and then she melted into the bed. I stripped, happy I had a change of clothes, because these pants were shot; even the shirt was drenched. I moved quickly, my cock thickening, ready for more, starving for another quality orgasm.

“I am going to fuck you now, Josephine.” Her eyes rounded
, and then a sweet smile crossed her beautiful face. My eyes flickered to the basket of condoms on the small table by the bed, but I wanted her bare again; I craved her skin-on-skin. I lined up right outside her canal, wanting to watch her face as I completely invaded her body, wanting to memorize it. She trusted me; her dark blues held so much trust for me, causing my head to throb, my conscience yelling at me,
Use a condom, asshole!
I ignored it like I had a lot the past two weeks.

Her breaths started to even out, her eyes shining
, and then, as if she could sense my struggles, she licked her lips and tilted her head, giving me the go ahead. I eased into her, denying myself the glory of giving her a painful entry, which would have punished her for leaving me, but I still did it selfishly. The twitching head of my cock sensed her liquid warmth and the soft, snug surroundings. Every fluttering muscle that tightened was a powerful rush, and all the slick juice gathering around the base of my rod sent me to a new level of high.

When I reached the stopping point deep inside her, her breathing had sped up again
, her muscles spasmed, and the world was quiet. In her bubble, we were silent, and only the sound of our hammering hearts and rapid breathing surrounded us. I pulled all the way out and then, because I couldn’t stand it any longer, I relented to the animal and thrust my hips forward. Her face contorted to what appeared to be bliss. Her eyes shifted up and to the side, her mouth creating an O as I continued my takeover—my takeover of all her senses, all that she once was, and of everything she wouldn’t feel again.

I rode her in a possessive,
obsessive, and purely selfish way and let her enjoy my passion for her one more time. I wanted it to hurt, and wanted to remain inside her as long as I possibly could. This was my last marking, and I wanted her insides to be a mold of me. The smell of sex wrapped around us; the sound of moaning and gasping echoed in the small room and all I could think about was how good this felt, how fucking high I was on
her
drug—it was that good. Her eyes flickered to mine as I continued my slamming. She was memorizing me in the same way. Katarina loved it. My eyes dropped to her bouncing beauties begging for my attention, so I gently ran my hand over them and caressed the peaks, pinching and pulling, because I knew how much Katarina loved my rough hands on her body. When I glanced back up, her blue eyes were wide and she was lost somewhere inside her head.

“Breathe
, Josephine.” Her exotic blue eyes rolled back at the mention of her middle name and her vaginal muscles squeezed the shaft of my cock in rapid pulsating spasms. It was all I could do to hold onto my sperm and not dive deep into that hot, tight cunt and spill every last ounce I had into her body. I rode out her climax and pulled out just as I began to lose my load; thick spurts of come jetted out across her body. It was an uncontrollable stream; there was no aiming, no calculated porn action across her breasts. I just let the chips fall where they may, so to speak.

Kat
arina moved her small delicate hands to catch every drop, creating finger art all over her body. I watched most of my come pool between her breasts and into her belly button; even though she stirred it over her nipples, stomach, and thighs, it was still puddled. It was hypnotizing, and my cock, which had a hard time working the past few days, was getting primed for another go-around. Katarina slid one of her fingers slowly down her stomach, collecting a nice sized glob of come. Then she paused, making sure I was watching, and then slid the come between her pussy lips, dipping her finger deep inside of her.
Fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen
. I couldn’t speak; all I could think about was how badly I need to fuck her again.

Surprisingly
, she wasn’t done with her porn show. She swiped her finger again, and I watched as she slowly brought it to her mouth and then took the time—like she had with her pussy—to pump it thoroughly between her lips, getting every last bit off. She smiled when she pulled her finger from her mouth; it was a cocky, all-knowing smile, and fuck if I wasn’t horny all over again.

“You taste good…Sir.” She licked her lips after she said it
, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Seriously—Sir? ‘You taste good…’
f
ucking ‘
Sir’?
Something inside me snapped, and then I felt it boil over as she whispered naughtily, “Now your come is in every orifice of my body.”
Not quite,
I thought.
I needed to rectify that…speaking of rectum.

I grabbed her hips and t
ilted them, looking down into her pussy and seeing the white cream I knew was all me. I looked good on her, in her. I swiped a finger full of come like she had and dressed it over her tight back hole. Then I smiled, thinking about how my come would be the first inside Katarina’s ass, and after stealing another finger full of sperm, this time I worked it into her tight entrance. She didn’t flinch, wasn’t grossed out, and didn’t object, so I took my sweet time pumping my finger in and out of her, then two fingers. A moan escaped her lips and it broke my concentration. It was fucking turning her on and the thought killed me.

I stopped immediately. I turned
, grabbed my pants and shirt, and walked toward the bathroom’s side door to retrieve new clothes from the locker room. “There, now my come is in every orifice,” I shouted right before I closed the bathroom door and disappeared from the private suite. My mind was racing when I stepped into the employees’ locker room.
What the fuck? I should have never had sex with her.
I needed a shower; her smell was all over me.

I started the
water after folding my clothes and sticking them into my bag. I pulled my clean clothes out and set them on the bench before hopping in the shower. Her scent and sexual fluids rinsed from my body and I became stronger. I knew what I needed to do. I had spent the last week trying to remove her from my memory, from my life, and tonight was a huge setback. I talked to myself as I dried off and got dressed again. “She’s with someone else. Her picture is plastered all over with him. She was just using me like I was using her. That was it, our final goodbye…closure.”

I closed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. I needed to be tough. She left me
; this would be easy. I would tell her I’m done and then send her walking. She wouldn’t fight me;
shit
, she wouldn’t even fight
for
me. I stuffed my things back in my locker and headed back to the room. I had been gone a little over half an hour, so I knew there was a chance she had already left.
It would be easier if she left, right?
No messy goodbyes, no ugly tears, no begging and pleading for more chances…but when I walked into the room using the side entrance and came out the bathroom door, she was still there. Her black hair caught my eyes, the lights shining down creating a halo on her head, her blue eyes full of guilt. It was funny
she
would have guilt, because she had no idea what was about to happen.

“You’re still here
. I thought you would have run by now.” She blinked long, heavy blinks trying to control her features, but she was failing. “I’ll walk you out.” I was going to enjoy this.
She fucking left me. I gave her my heart,
I reminded myself,
and she fucking stomped on it and left
. I rolled my head on my shoulders as I picked up my stride into the large bar area.

I needed a drink
, something strong. I gave the bartender a slight nod when I entered the room, and the cute little barmaid smiled brightly when he got her attention. I wasn’t sure of the conversation going on between them, but I gave her a wink and eyed her body slowly. She was naked with ornaments on her nipples, highlighting her assets. I struggled with thoughts of actually having sex with her while Katarina’s smell still linger all around me; even after the shower I could still smell her everywhere. Her soft voice broke me from my thoughts. “So…is this what you do now? Where’s Bo?”