Apollo
I can’t keep my hands off her.
As we fall in through the door to my house, I’m already pinching her nipple through that cute-as-hell fucking work t-shirt. Her mouth goes wide, gasping and laughing as she wriggles in my hands, pulling playfully away from me but I can tell this is different from last night. This time, she doesn’t want to resist, but still…
Was it just a one off, or does she want me the same way I want her?
There’s only one way to find out.
I make sure she notices when I drop my keys in the bowl by the door. Locking the house is more a force of habit than any serious effort at security. Between the gate guard and the laser tripwires around the perimeter of the property, if anyone broke in here they’d find a fucking army on their ass before they even got to the door. But I want her to see, because that’s also where the key to my office is, and I need to know if she’ll use it.
But first…
“This way,” I tell her in a husky growl. “I’ve got…things to show you.”
“Oh, things I haven’t seen already?” she teases, but her hand slips into mine for me to lead the way.
I pull her with me, not toward my bedroom but toward the security door that leads to my basement. The one place I never, ever, brought a woman before. Or anyone else, for that matter. Since this house became mine, this has been my deepest, darkest secret, both physically and metaphorically. When she sees what she’s about to see, she will have the means to destroy me, to ruin me.
The thought makes me hesitate at the door, my hand hovering over the keys. I’m torn, so caught in indecision that I don’t notice her hand go to my crotch.
And squeeze. Hard.
Fuck, the pain shoots through my balls as I hear her light, tinkling laughter. My hand whips out on instinct, wrapping around her throat and slamming her against the door, the low thud echoing in the empty space beyond. I glare as she laughs, struggling for breath but with only the tiniest flash of panic in her eyes.
Decision made for me, my other hand dances over the keypad as I lean in and take her lips with mine. I’m not gentle, I force my mouth against Cassandra’s, teeth clashing as I kiss her hard, pressing her head back into the solid oak as I hear the device beep to tell me the code is right, then the mechanism clicks and I push her inside.
Darkness becomes instant light as the overheads illuminate the stone stairs spiraling gently down.
“Squeeze…harder…” Cassandra chokes out, grinning, blinking away tears.
I don’t do as she asks.
Instead, I shift my grip, squeezing the sides of her jaw, forcing her mouth open. Her face is only made more beautiful with tears glinting on her eyelashes, and I imagine what she will look like with cum dripping from her eyes and nose and chin. Glancing down, I see the tiny wet spot between her legs, darkening the white leggings, and I start to smile.
“Well, well,” I say, drawing a deep breath through my nose. Can I smell it, or is it my imagination? “Looks like someone’s feeling playful. Are you feeling playful, kitty?”
She nods. “Yes,” she manages, even without being able to shut her mouth. It’s starting to fill with saliva.
I lean in closer, forcing her down a little so that I tower over her, my hard body tight against her soft one. Then, when I’m looking down into her wide, pretty eyes, and her mouth is right below mine, I whisper, “Don’t swallow.”
Spitting into her mouth wasn’t something I ever anticipated, nor did I expect to find it such a turn on, but hearing her little whimper as she gasps when she realizes what I’m about to do, and seeing her eyes close in anticipation and submission, makes my cock so hard I could use it as a battering ram. Her tongue moves back and forth as the saliva drips inside, and she starts to breathe through her nose as she holds it there in her mouth, following my instruction not to swallow.
I count to ten as I watch her, body quivering in my hands, almost orgasming from the humiliation alone. Then I loosen my grip, letting her head finally fall forward again, and lock my lips to hers. I feel our mixed saliva dribble from her mouth to mine, and move my hand between her legs, massaging her tight little pussy.
She whimpers and goes limp in my arms, and it’s my job to hold her up. As it always will be. And I’ll do it, no matter what comes our way I won’t let her fall.
“Apollo, I…I have to tell you something,” she says when our faces come apart. She’s gulping air, swallowing our mixed fluids, her voice tremulous as she moves against my hand.
But I shake my head. “No. Don’t tell me.” My voice is low and forceful, and I stare into her eyes as I speak, making sure she knows I mean it. I know what she’s about to say. It’s all about to come spilling out and I can’t let it. “Just enjoy this.”
I mean that. I want her to enjoy what’s about to happen, as much as I’m going to enjoy it. Letting my real self out, the part of me that is still a virgin, that has never been able to do the things he wanted to do with a woman, and is about to have his first time with Cassandra.
And I want her to let her true self come out to play with me.
But more than that, I could never trust the words right now. She’d be saying them because she thinks I need to hear them. When all this is over, would she regret it, knowing that she can’t take the words back? Perhaps not, but how would I know?
No, I need this. I need her to need it. And I want her to stay with me because it’s what she wants, not because she’s tied herself to me in a moment of madness.