SHE

SHE
 Flustered was an understatement of how I was feeling, my legs shook, my nerves jumped in excitement. I was still riding waves of the orgasms that washed over me and the ones that were promised.
 I realize only now that he stopped because of the constant knocking on the bathroom door, the voices on the other end say something about getting the spare key. Abed’s fingers work expertly as he arranges my skirt back and top back in place, he gives me the smile I have come to realize was reserved for just me as he kissed my forehead and pushed me into a bathroom stall.
 “Stay here until you hear me leave.” he whispers, his mouth dangerously close to mine, I can only nod, I was afraid I would moan if I tried to speak.
 Within a minute the door was unlocked and I hear the others speaking to him, but his only response is the sound of his footfall as he walked away. I wait until it is silent before walking out of the stall. My body still buzzing with unspent energy, I needed him like crazy.
 “There you are...” Connor says with relief, his eyes, not his lens, takes me in, widening when he sees my dishevelled appearance, I imagine what he was seeing, my hair, Abed’s fingers had ran through it a lot of times, I shiver just thinking of how he tugged my head upwards with my hair, my lips must be swollen from his kisses, and when I catch sight of my reflection on one of the vases cleaned to perfection, I see that my eyes were dazed too, my cheeks flushed... I looked very much like someone who was slept with.
 My hands reach up in a feeble attempt to pat my hair down, he blinked at me, and I let out a sigh,
“I have to go, this was fun, something..” funner “came up, I hope the art guy liked your pitch.” I say as I walk away, The juices on my legs rub against each other, and I increase my speed, if I got there faster, I could prepare ahead of time.
 Getting a cab, my legs bounced as I hold myself back from asking the driver to hurry, I know he was going as fast as he could. The door to the short-let could not open fast enough, and when the doors finally open, I hurry to the lingerie I had impulsively bought, was it impulsive? Or did I plan to buy it? Maybe it was time to stop lying to myself, I did buy it in case he came, and even if he said to leave the doors unlocked tonight, I know he wouldn’t be able to wait, like me, we had done that to ourselves, we were too attracted to each other, and he was feeling like I was, then...
 The front door creaked open, my heart thumped inside of my chest, my eyes find the adjoining door, waiting, my mouth goes dry, I don’t move, I try to imagine what he would see when he walked in, I didn’t bother washing up, I was impatient and dressed in the lingerie that ate a huge chunk of the money Richard left me, it was made of black stones, it covered nothing, circling around both breasts, and then dipping down to my waist, like a curtain around my wait, it hung, nothing underneath, it was beautiful and..
 “Breathtaking, sexy, perfect.” He says as he entered the room, even in the dim light of the room, I could see the lust shining through.
 A small gasp leaves my mouth, he was standing here, I was right, he was here in front of me, his jacket was long discarded, he was in a black shirt, the first few buttons were undone, the sleeves rolled up, his veins stood taunt, I wanted to be in his arms, I wanted his arm around my throat, I wanted his arm pining me to the wall.
 I cover the distance between us, my heart still drumming inside of my chest, my hand goes around his neck, our eyes hold the other, his hands hold either sides of my waist, a moan slips out of me.
 He presses his body against me, his bulge pressed against me, my eyes flutter shut, I missed him so much. 
 “I missed you too.” he whispers right before his mouth covers mine, sparks flew behind my eyelids, and I groan into his mouth, he pressed himself even further against me.
 His hands slip underneath the lingerie, cupping my heat, he pressed his palm flat against me, I moan unintelligible words when he does, my knees turning rubbery.
 He pushed me back until I was against the bed, he lets go for a brief second to take his pants off, I use the opportunity to take the lingerie off, I wanted to feel his skin on top of mine, I need him pressed against me, nothing in between us.
 His eyes take me in, I was naked, on the bed below him, a small worry nagged at the back of my mind that maybe he had lost interest along the way, he let out a groan.
 “You are so beautiful baby girl, so fucking beautiful.” he says as his shirt comes undone.
   I take in his body like I was seeing it for the first time, and like every time I saw it, I was blown away, the hardness of his body, and the scars, he was a work of art, he doesn’t let me say that though, his hand covers my mouth, and when I blink at him, he cocked his head to the side.
 “You were flaunting it to other men baby girl, I told you clearly, that you were mine, every part of you, is mine.” He growled lowly,
 My body tinged with excitement, i almost cry with it actually, this was going to be the first time he was punishing me for real.
 “You have been a very bad girl... going on dates, smiling for other men, that goes against the contract.” he says setting himself at my entrance.
 Without another word, he thrusts into me, we both let out identical groans, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, he only waits a second to adjust himself, and he starts thrusting in and out of me, pushing himself inside of me, making sure he was pushing my limits.
 “Take this you slut!” he groaned as he pushed himself further so that all of him was inside of me, I had never taken all of him before, I cry out loud, my words getting lost in the sloshing sounds as he pushed himself to the very back of my core.
 “You beautiful slut.” he groaned, his palm smacking against my breast,
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my...” I cry over and over.
He alternates between squeezing my breasts, and smacking them, my legs shook as I cried, I felt myself come over and over and over, and he would not stop, he keeps pushing himself further inside of me.
 “Who’s slut are you?”
I cry out, the words stuck in my throat,
 A smack on my breasts, my nipple tinged with excitement, my nerves felt like they were on fire, I was breathless, but the only thing I wanted was for him to continue.
 “Yours, I am only yours.”
“My what?”
“Your slut daddy.” I cry,
His response is a groan, a tell tale sign that he was just about to come, and he breathes just as he came,
 “I love you.”