LIKE (Social Media #2) (8 page)

Yes on the date too. I’ve seen her sexually, now it’s time to see her in other ways.

Do I like her? Like, for real like her? Or do I just like her body?

That I can’t answer. It’s a step ahead of what I’m capable of knowing at this point. I know only what I’ve dug up on her life. And I have to admit, there are some sketchy things about her past that have thrown up big question marks. Her childhood for one. It’s missing. If she went to private school, then that would explain her missing school records. Hell, my childhood school records are pretty scarce as well. But I was trailer-tutored on set most of the time. The one year I did attend a real school, it was super-private and only for the elite.

Grace doesn’t seem to come from money, but what do I know? Her parents were named Kinsella but they were a much older couple who died a year apart while she was in high school. I had Felicity do a property search for real estate records in the Denver neighborhood Grace said she grew up in, but it came up blank. So I’m not sure if she’s lying when she says she sold their house, or I’m just missing something about her past.

I feel it to be both. Something is just a little bit off about her background check. She has no criminal record as an adult. I could dig deeper into her juvenile record, but is it really necessary to pry that much for a few sexual encounters?

I check my watch again, impatient with waiting. Why did I give her a whole hour? How long does it take to take off your clothes and open up a laptop?

OK, back to my tweets. They are inadequate. I need to up my game. I type one out on the notepad app on my phone, this time playing around with the hashtags.

#MyScratchyChin
between your legs
#MindAboutToBeBlown
as my tongue caresses
#YourSmoothSkin

That’s more like it.

My laptop on the patio table pings a new tweet on my timeline.

Girl @mrsinvsman – 1s

@mrinvsman
– As you commanded, I’m
#BareForYou

My whole day is instantly better. God, this girl just lights me up. I forget the planned tweets and just reply to her.

Master @mrinvsman – 5s

@mrsinvsman -
I expect obedience.

Girl @mrsinvsman – 1s

@mrinvsman
–
#GoodGirlTonight
Tell me what you want. ;)

Master @mrinvsman – 3s

@mrsinvsman - #FlatOnTheFloor #LegsOpen #FingersWet

There is no answer after this request and my heart beats a little faster at the prospect that she does not want to play with me tonight. I want her to play. A few seconds after this private admission, a ping.

Girl @mrsinvsman – 2s

@mrinvsman
–
#DoneDoneAndDone
Now your turn, unzip and let loose. I need a pic to continue.

Oh, that little bitch. That sneaky, delectable, horny, filthy little bitch. I laugh quietly as I consider the fact that she might have Twitter moves I’ve never even dreamed up yet. I unbutton and unzip my pants and my thick cock springs forward. I fist it, pumping two or three times just to get myself erect, then I scoot back and let the full length of my manhood fall across my flat, muscled stomach. I hold up the phone and snap a pic, sync it to my laptop, and attach it to the tweet.

Master @mrinvsman – 3s

@mrsinvsman - #LikeALollipop NOW.

God, what I’d do to her lips around my shaft right now.

Girl @mrsinvsman – 2s

@mrinvsman
–
#TwirlsAndSwirls

Her tweet comes with a picture too. A high angle looking down on her face. Fingertip in her mouth, tip of her tongue seductively touching, lips puckered appropriately, fuck-me eyes at half-mast, and just the slightest hint of her open legs.

Jesus fuck. She is hot. And she is one hundred percent naked. I was almost afraid to let myself believe she’d really be playing along, but she is. She more than is, she’s into it.

I put my dick away and stand up, tweeting as I move across the terrace.

Master @mrinvsman – 3s

@mrsinvsman - I want to fuck you.

Girl @mrsinvsman – 2s

@mrinvsman
–
#ImYours #TellMeWhatYouWant

Master @mrinvsman – 3s

@mrsinvsman - More pictures. I want more pictures. Send me your three best and then I’ll call you.

I go inside and stop in front of the stairwell, wanting to see the pictures before making another move. The first picture comes through. It’s a picture of her hand covering her pussy. Nothing explicit at all.

Master @mrinvsman – 3s

@mrsinvsman - Need to do better than that.

Another picture comes in a few seconds later and this time it’s her arm over her bare breasts, covering up her nipples. She’s playing with me now.

Master @mrinvsman – 3s

@mrsinvsman - I’m not happy.

Girl @mrsinvsman – 2s

@mrinvsman
–
You are spoiled and impatient.

But attached to that tweet is what I wanted. Her. Open to me. Bare for me, as she put it. Legs spread. Fingers slick with her own juices. Pussy shaved.

She’s delicious.

I dial her number as I go downstairs. She picks up on the third ring, sounding breathless. “Was that what you wanted?”

“No,” I say in a low growl. “Answer the door.”

“What?”

I knock.

“You’re here?”

“Open the fucking door.” I end the call and wait.

The chain on the other side of the door slides across the track and I watch the door handle jiggle with an apprehension I’ve never felt before. My dick is so hard as I anticipate seeing her, I grab it just as she opens the door.

She stands there naked, her eyes wide, her arms down at her side. I come in without being invited and close the door behind me while I reach for her hand and place it on my hard thickness. “Take me in your mouth.”

She looks at me, her upcast eyes so fucking sexy, I want to explode right now. And then she lowers herself to the floor in front of me and releases my cock from my pants.

“Like a lollipop, Mr. Asher.”

Fuck, that turns me on.

Her tongue darts out, licking my tip so softly, I moan. It sweeps out and grabs that little pearl of liquid and flicks it right into her mouth. She licks her lips, her eyes still trained on mine, like I own them. And then my cock disappears inside her. Her face pushes forward and takes me in, not all the way, but holy fucking shit, the heat of her breath and the slickness of her saliva drive me wild. I run my fingers through her long blonde hair and then grab it tightly, fisting it, pulling up as she watches me but never does her mouth stop sucking, never does her hand stop pumping.

“Do you like it rough, Grace?”

She shakes her head.

“No?”

She pulls her face from my cock and the cool air rushes in to replace the heat. “No, Master,” she says in a demure voice I’ve never heard before.

She’s playing along. She’s fucking playing along and this excites me so much, I let out a long breath and grab her harder. She moans and then her fingers go between her legs and start rubbing her clit in small circles. It occurs to me then that we need a safe word. We don’t have one and she’s saying one thing and meaning another. This might get out of hand.

I’ll be careful. I’m not ready to spoil the mood we’ve got going with serious talk, so I ignore that flashing red light and force my cock back into her mouth. She gags and then I yank on her hair, hard, and force her to stand.

“Miss Kinsella,” I say as I push her against the wall and thrust my knee between her legs to make her open up. “You will like it rough by the time I’m done with you, won’t you?” I pull her hair, forcing her chin up and her eyes on me again.

“Yes, Master,” she says.

I turn her around and push her face against the wall. “Listen, little blue bird, you’re mine now. I own you, baby. I will pay for you and you will accept my money without question from now on. Do you understand?” Her naked body stiffens as I press against her back. “Grace,” I growl into her ear. “Say yes or I’ll walk out and leave you breathless and wanting.”

She turns her head so she can get a glimpse of me. I’m pushing her limits. A few seconds ago this was a game and she was somewhat in control, but I’m well on my way to dominating her, and she knows it. She’s not sure it’s right to give in, but she wants to. I know she wants to.

“Yes,” she says, her ass pushing back against my cock.

“Tell me I can fuck you any way I want.”

“Fuck me, Asher. Fuck me any way you want.”

I don’t even bother correcting her use of my last name. In fact, it turns me on. I fist her hair again and pull, making her take a few steps towards the living room until we reach the couch. It faces the window, but it’s dividing up the room with the back facing the apartment entrance. I walk her forward until her thighs come in contact with the cream-colored fabric of the couch, and then I push down on her head until she bends over with a whimper.

I slap her ass so hard she jumps, but I place my hand on the small of her back to keep her in place.

“Do you like the slaps, Grace? Tell me truthfully. On the ass?”

“Yes,” she says as I slap her again.

“On the face?”

She says nothing to this so I lean down and kiss the small of her back. “It’s a heat-of-the-moment slap, Grace. Usually when my cock is in your mouth. Do you like those?”

She shakes her head no and a shiver runs up her body. Like she’s frightened.

I stroke her softly. “OK, I won’t do it. But”—I pull her hair again so she has to look at me—“I like it. And just so you know, I’d never do it hard enough to mark your cheek or make you feel like it was violence. None of this is violence, do you understand that?”

I slip my hand over her round ass, stopping to probe her bud. I expect a squeal of protest, but only get a groan that makes me suck in a breath of air through my teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you, it should all feel good in the end. Unpleasant at times.” I kick her legs open. “Slightly demeaning.” I slap her pussy from behind and make her jump. “But always,
always
”—I reach around and grab her nipple as I press my chest against her back—“erotic.” I twist it a little and she writhes underneath me, so I let go.

I know this is a lot for one night. It’s almost crossing a line. But unless she tells me to stop, I’m going to keep going.

“You’ve heard stories about me?” I ask her as I push her face into the couch. Her head turns to the side automatically so she can breathe and she nods. “I hate that you’re not using words, the words are half the turn-on for me. But I don’t want to scare you, so I’m going to let it go.”

“I’ve heard stories,” she says, fighting my control with a lift of her chin and giving me what I want at the same time. Grace might be a true submissive, but she will not submit easily because she hates that part of her.

That can be very fun for me. If she wants spankings and nipple clamps, I can certainly abide. “You like ass-play. You like spankings. You like restraints. You like toys.” I smile at that last part. “You know I like toys. Did you enjoy getting off in front of people at the restaurant?”

“No,” she says, surprising me. “I thought it was rude to do that in front of your parents. You were trying to humiliate me.”

“Yes, and?”

Her mouth drops open and she stares at me like I’m an asshole. She tries to stand up, in fact, but my hand is still holding her down at the small of her back. I lean in and kiss her mouth. “I like that,” I whisper. “I like that and I’m not going to apologize for it. Because this is
our
relationship, Grace. Us. It has nothing to do with them. And if you really hate it, then I won’t do it again. But answer me honestly. Did it turn you on?”

She swallows hard and nods her head. “It did. It was exciting.”

Yes. I knew it. “OK then,” I say, continuing my soft whisper in her ear. “If it excites you, I should be allowed to do it.”

“I don’t want to be caught. I don’t want to be humiliated. I don’t want to be embarrassed.”

“Of course you don’t, dirty bird. That’s the fucking point, isn’t it? The thought of getting caught having a mind-blowing orgasm in front of strangers is what makes it so fun. And really, how bad would it be if people knew I pleasured you? Is that something you’re embarrassed about?”

She takes a deep breath and lets it out with a shrug of her shoulders.

I don’t accept that as an answer, so I remove my hand from her back and pull her up by her hair. She has not said one thing about the hair-pulling, so that’s not going to stop. I yank it to make her move her feet, and then I tug her over to the door and open it.