Disgusted with myself, I headed to a bar. It was the middle of the day, but this was New Orleans; there were always people drinking, and plenty of them needed a hookup as badly as I did.
I ordered a drink and started chatting up a woman with long blond hair and striking green eyes. She made her interest in me clear. Normally in that situation, I would’ve had her out of there before either of us had finished our first drink, but every time I imagined what it would be like to kiss her, my thoughts were interrupted by images of a tall, bulky man with a scowl on his face and command in his voice. Had he put some kind of fucking spell on me? Whatever had happened, I wasn’t going to be decent company for anyone else.
When I’d finished my drink, I paid for it, wished the woman a good day, and got the hell out of there. I ended up back home, horny and frustrated as fuck. It had taken me forever to fall asleep the night before. I’d refused to give into my fantasies about Beau, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t get him out of my head no matter what I did, so maybe if I indulged my fantasies a little, I’d finally be able to forget him.
After I locked my bedroom door, I stripped off my clothes and flopped down on the bed. I retrieved the lube from my nightstand, then rolled onto my back and squirted some onto my cock. I worked myself slowly at first, letting my mind wander, imagining what would have happened if I’d continued to argue with Beau. Would he have tried to make me leave? What if I’d threatened him? Would he have tried to punish me for disobeying him? Would he have followed through with the promise I saw in his eyes to show me he was the one in charge, the one who gave the orders?
I imagined him grabbing me, dragging me back to his office, pushing the door shut, and pinning me against it. I would try to fight him, but I wouldn’t be able to push him away. He’d capture my wrists and hold them against the door as he ground his body against mine and told me all the ways he wanted to assert his dominance over me. I would keep fighting, pretending I didn’t want him. My cock would be so hard, dripping with precum, desperate for him to follow through on all his threats.
Finally, he’d grow tired of my protests, and he’d kiss me to shut me up. I would open for him, letting him shove his tongue inside me, letting him fuck my mouth with it. I’d let him seduce me with his kisses until I was practically climbing him, begging him for what I’d pretended not to want.
He’d drag me away from the door then and use his free hand to sweep all the papers from his desk as he pushed me down over it. He’d undo my pants and shove them down, letting them pool at my ankles and trap my legs.
He’d hold me down with his hands on my shoulders as I gripped the far side of the desk, and he wouldn’t be gentle as he fucked me. He would use me, and I would beg for more.
My hand moved quickly on my cock. I was so close. Thinking about Beau made me hotter than any of my other favorite fantasies. I’d never reacted to a man like I had to him. Why did I have to feel this way about someone who was such a fucking ass? I didn’t want to want him, but I did. Desperately.
I imagined him using his hands on my body to pull me back to meet every thrust, going harder and harder until I was whimpering and begging, so desperate to come, so needy, I would be willing to do anything he wanted.
Then he would order me to come, and I would do it, hands free, as he drove himself into me, as he used me and filled me up with his cum.
My orgasm was so intense I nearly bit through my lip trying to keep my shout inside. Spasm after spasm racked my body as cum coated my hand and shot across my torso. When it finally ended, I sank into the mattress and tried to remember how to breathe.
I lay there staring at the ceiling, cursing Beau because even that intense orgasm hadn’t banished him from my mind. It was like he was still there taunting me, reminding me the real thing would be so much better. I had to find a way to get over this because, as much as I might enjoy the fantasy, I would never give in to him like that in real life. I used a t-shirt I’d tossed on the floor to clean myself up, then dressed quickly and hurried outside. I knew one thing that was sure to help me forget Beau and everything else on my mind—a long, reckless ride on my motorcycle, the one Remy had threatened to destroy if I got one more ticket.